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Who: Crocodile and Ares
When: May 22's dinner time.
Where: Crocodile's kitchen.
What: Offer and refusal.
Crocodile: Crocodile whistled softly as he absently rubbed his barefoot along side Skull's back while keeping an eye on the timer. The spaghetti should be finished cooking in about two minutes.
Ares: Ares appeared with a flash of light only a few feet away from Crocodile, hands on his hips and looking mildly intrigued. "So you're the infamous Sir Crocodile I've heard about. If I tell you who I am, does that mean you'll tell me the rest of that story of your's?"
Crocodile: Crocodile paused his whistling and just stared at the leather clad man who had just appeared. He mentally checked off possibly reason he could be here before smiling widely and purring, "I still have no idea what to call you. And I'm not sharing my dinner with you."
Ares: Ares grinned, a little surprised that he didn't startle the man with his sudden appearance. Usually when he first appeared before mortals they would cower in fear, attempt to attack him immediately, or bow before him in worship. It was an interesting change.
"Ares." He answered shortly, walking slowly around the room, watching Crocodile closely. "I've heard a lot about you."
Crocodile: "Nothing good then," Crocodile said dismissively as he moved over to turn off the stove. He had already put the strainer in the sink before hand, he just needed to add the noodles now.
"Since you are so persistent, very well. I'll tell you- Princess, Ares's foot is not a mouse." Croc said eying Princess as she was slinging towards Ares's feet to pounce.
Ares: Ares stood where he was as Crocodile went about his business by the stove and sink. He glanced toward where Princess was, expecting to see an equally fluffy and adorable cat as the one he saw moments ago - only to be faced with something quite the opposite.
"That all depends on what you consider good and bad. If I didn't like what I've heard so far I wouldn't be here right now." He paused a moment before adding in, "Aside from hearing the rest of your story, that is."
Crocodile: Sand flowed from Crocodile's leg to snatch Princess before her pounce could be finished. Sometimes his cats where incredibly *stupid*.
"Oh, I'm sure they would have told you I'm a sociopath evil bastard with terrible insanity flaws.," Crocodile said as he finished making his spaghetti. He turned to Ares and smiled gesturing to the kitchen table, which had two chairs, "Care to sit while I ramble?"
Ares: Ares watched with interest as Crocodile carried the cat away with a trail of sand - no doubt an ability from those Devil Fruits he had begun hearing so much about. He pushed back his curiosity about Crocodile's abilities, telling himself he could meddle in those details later.
"I think I'll stand." He said as he leaned against a wall, arms crossed, somehow managing to make even such a simple stance look incredibly arrogant. "I heard that you used to work for the World Government, were the leader of an impressive organization called Baroque Works, and you nearly destroyed an entire country. The sociopathic evil bastard part was more like an added bonus, really."
Crocodile: "As you wish," Crocodile said calmly, sitting down himself to eat, "And yes I was one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea before aaaah... getting fired and put in Impel Down."
Ares "For someone with such an impressive track record.. you don't seem to be doing much lately. Other than selling fruits, that is." There was a look of obviously faked concerned, "Sounds like a real waste of talent, if you ask me."
Crocodile: Crocodile looked at Ares in unhidden amusement, "I like selling fruits. I don't have to worry about hot headed heroes blasting in, except that Calgara fellow for flirting with his woman but that is because he is a jealous possessive insecure twit. I make money, get amused from the effects, and if I put any effort into it, make connections with gray trade markets."
Ares: Ares laughed shortly in mild disbelief, "A warlord reduced to a life of selling fruits. Not the first time I've seen it happen, and still just as pathetic. If you're really satisfied with spending the rest of your miserable life doing something as mundane as that because you're afraid you might get hurt, then I'm wasting my time here."
Crocodile: Crocodile chewed and swallowed a bite of food as Ares attempted to rile him up. He said smiling, "If you are attempting to get me to join you then yes, you are very much wasting your time. I currently have no interested in the world outside this island other then what I already do," He smiled wider and added, as there was no reason to leave this avenue closed, "If events change and I get interested again shall I contract you?"
Ares: "If events change?" Ares repeated, chuckling darkly, "This offer's not going to come again."
He moved away from the wall and walked towards Crocodile, leering down at him, "Tell me, Crocodile. what is it you desire most in this world?"
Crocodile: Crocodile's eyes slide half way closed as he glanced sidelong at the odd fellow, "I no longer know that answer."
Ares: Ares leaned down slightly, putting a hand on the back of Crocodile's chair, "A man of your power has more future than expanding a fruit business. You could have the world in the palm of your hands, with me. With my favor, no man or army would be able to stand in your way."
Crocodile: "Hmmmm," Crocodile said thinking of having everything he could possibly want and smiling honestly, sand swirling around the two of the in increasing amounts from his joy before chuckling and saying, "And I suppose the only price would be to submit to you?"
Ares: Ares kept his eyes steadily on Crocodile instead of the sand swirling around the two of them, "Submit?" He grinned and leaned even closer, "What I want is war. I want to see an army that would be worthy of my praise and a warlord that can command them. If you can give me that, then I will bless your legions and you will be unstoppable."
Crocodile: The problem with this teleporter making this offer was that Crocodile had no proof or reason to believe the empty promises. But oh the idea of wiping out Whitebeard was so *sweet*.
But. Crocodile was no fool.
"Terribly sorry to disappoint you again Mister Ares. But I find i must turn your offer down at this point in time. I am retired from battle right now," Crocodile purred before offering, "There are four Pirate Emperors that seem to fit your requirements as well as some of the current Warlords, not to mention a high enough ranked Marine can command a great many people. May I suggest trying one of those?"
Ares: Ares didn't move for a moment or two, staring intently at Crocodile. With an exaggerated sigh he straightened and set his hands on his hips.
"And you had such potential, too." He said patronizingly and shook his head slightly, then disappeared as abruptly as he had arrived.
Crocodile: Crocodile reformed his sand into flesh, releasing Princess who jumped onto his lap and started her rumbling purr and resumed eating his dinner.
When: May 22's dinner time.
Where: Crocodile's kitchen.
What: Offer and refusal.
Crocodile: Crocodile whistled softly as he absently rubbed his barefoot along side Skull's back while keeping an eye on the timer. The spaghetti should be finished cooking in about two minutes.
Ares: Ares appeared with a flash of light only a few feet away from Crocodile, hands on his hips and looking mildly intrigued. "So you're the infamous Sir Crocodile I've heard about. If I tell you who I am, does that mean you'll tell me the rest of that story of your's?"
Crocodile: Crocodile paused his whistling and just stared at the leather clad man who had just appeared. He mentally checked off possibly reason he could be here before smiling widely and purring, "I still have no idea what to call you. And I'm not sharing my dinner with you."
Ares: Ares grinned, a little surprised that he didn't startle the man with his sudden appearance. Usually when he first appeared before mortals they would cower in fear, attempt to attack him immediately, or bow before him in worship. It was an interesting change.
"Ares." He answered shortly, walking slowly around the room, watching Crocodile closely. "I've heard a lot about you."
Crocodile: "Nothing good then," Crocodile said dismissively as he moved over to turn off the stove. He had already put the strainer in the sink before hand, he just needed to add the noodles now.
"Since you are so persistent, very well. I'll tell you- Princess, Ares's foot is not a mouse." Croc said eying Princess as she was slinging towards Ares's feet to pounce.
Ares: Ares stood where he was as Crocodile went about his business by the stove and sink. He glanced toward where Princess was, expecting to see an equally fluffy and adorable cat as the one he saw moments ago - only to be faced with something quite the opposite.
"That all depends on what you consider good and bad. If I didn't like what I've heard so far I wouldn't be here right now." He paused a moment before adding in, "Aside from hearing the rest of your story, that is."
Crocodile: Sand flowed from Crocodile's leg to snatch Princess before her pounce could be finished. Sometimes his cats where incredibly *stupid*.
"Oh, I'm sure they would have told you I'm a sociopath evil bastard with terrible insanity flaws.," Crocodile said as he finished making his spaghetti. He turned to Ares and smiled gesturing to the kitchen table, which had two chairs, "Care to sit while I ramble?"
Ares: Ares watched with interest as Crocodile carried the cat away with a trail of sand - no doubt an ability from those Devil Fruits he had begun hearing so much about. He pushed back his curiosity about Crocodile's abilities, telling himself he could meddle in those details later.
"I think I'll stand." He said as he leaned against a wall, arms crossed, somehow managing to make even such a simple stance look incredibly arrogant. "I heard that you used to work for the World Government, were the leader of an impressive organization called Baroque Works, and you nearly destroyed an entire country. The sociopathic evil bastard part was more like an added bonus, really."
Crocodile: "As you wish," Crocodile said calmly, sitting down himself to eat, "And yes I was one of the Seven Warlords of the Sea before aaaah... getting fired and put in Impel Down."
Ares "For someone with such an impressive track record.. you don't seem to be doing much lately. Other than selling fruits, that is." There was a look of obviously faked concerned, "Sounds like a real waste of talent, if you ask me."
Crocodile: Crocodile looked at Ares in unhidden amusement, "I like selling fruits. I don't have to worry about hot headed heroes blasting in, except that Calgara fellow for flirting with his woman but that is because he is a jealous possessive insecure twit. I make money, get amused from the effects, and if I put any effort into it, make connections with gray trade markets."
Ares: Ares laughed shortly in mild disbelief, "A warlord reduced to a life of selling fruits. Not the first time I've seen it happen, and still just as pathetic. If you're really satisfied with spending the rest of your miserable life doing something as mundane as that because you're afraid you might get hurt, then I'm wasting my time here."
Crocodile: Crocodile chewed and swallowed a bite of food as Ares attempted to rile him up. He said smiling, "If you are attempting to get me to join you then yes, you are very much wasting your time. I currently have no interested in the world outside this island other then what I already do," He smiled wider and added, as there was no reason to leave this avenue closed, "If events change and I get interested again shall I contract you?"
Ares: "If events change?" Ares repeated, chuckling darkly, "This offer's not going to come again."
He moved away from the wall and walked towards Crocodile, leering down at him, "Tell me, Crocodile. what is it you desire most in this world?"
Crocodile: Crocodile's eyes slide half way closed as he glanced sidelong at the odd fellow, "I no longer know that answer."
Ares: Ares leaned down slightly, putting a hand on the back of Crocodile's chair, "A man of your power has more future than expanding a fruit business. You could have the world in the palm of your hands, with me. With my favor, no man or army would be able to stand in your way."
Crocodile: "Hmmmm," Crocodile said thinking of having everything he could possibly want and smiling honestly, sand swirling around the two of the in increasing amounts from his joy before chuckling and saying, "And I suppose the only price would be to submit to you?"
Ares: Ares kept his eyes steadily on Crocodile instead of the sand swirling around the two of them, "Submit?" He grinned and leaned even closer, "What I want is war. I want to see an army that would be worthy of my praise and a warlord that can command them. If you can give me that, then I will bless your legions and you will be unstoppable."
Crocodile: The problem with this teleporter making this offer was that Crocodile had no proof or reason to believe the empty promises. But oh the idea of wiping out Whitebeard was so *sweet*.
But. Crocodile was no fool.
"Terribly sorry to disappoint you again Mister Ares. But I find i must turn your offer down at this point in time. I am retired from battle right now," Crocodile purred before offering, "There are four Pirate Emperors that seem to fit your requirements as well as some of the current Warlords, not to mention a high enough ranked Marine can command a great many people. May I suggest trying one of those?"
Ares: Ares didn't move for a moment or two, staring intently at Crocodile. With an exaggerated sigh he straightened and set his hands on his hips.
"And you had such potential, too." He said patronizingly and shook his head slightly, then disappeared as abruptly as he had arrived.
Crocodile: Crocodile reformed his sand into flesh, releasing Princess who jumped onto his lap and started her rumbling purr and resumed eating his dinner.