Name : Sabian T. McQueen
Epithet : Lockjaw
Age : 28
Height : 6'3"
Weight : 220lbs
Species : Human
Faction : New Revolutionary Army
Devil Fruit : Ryu Ryu no Mi (Dragon-Dragon Fruit), Model: Allosaurus
Haki Level : 2
Hitpoints (HP) : 188
Attack (ATK) : 195
Defense (DEF) : 180
Reflex (RX) : 175
Willpower (WP) : 175
Level : 26
Experience Points : 2611
Berries : 25,550,000
Posts : 25
Fri Mar 05, 2021 9:18 pm
[b]Quest Name:[/b] A Damsel In Distress
[b]Quest Category:[/b] Arc
[b]Player Participants:[/b] Subarashī Kagayaku , Sabian McQueen (+2)
[b]Planned Location(s):[/b] Black Drum Island
[b]Planned Time Range:[/b] February 10th - 12th
[b]Summary:[/b] The New Revolutionary Army has instructed Sabian to escort a person of interest to a 'safe' haven. The informant has information about a Cipher Pol Agency who has been planning covert ops to sully the name of the NRA. However, the informant is a wanted man with a stacked bounty on his head, and Subarashi knows all about keeping 'stacked' individuals in his company.
Sabian’s time on Black Drum has been spent doing counterintelligence for the New Revolutionary Army, due to several players in the underworld digging into the Army’s activity. The mission on his table today was locating a wanted criminal who possessed information on a potential connection between the Cipher Pol and these ‘players’. However, he was definitely running into a lot of dead ends, and honestly, he was beginning to become frustrated.
Flicking through the mission file, the bounty carrier, Jacob Hostel, a known con-man, famous for his false gold tooth and silver tongue has been going around to information brokers across Drum, delivering intelligence about the NRA’s movements. However, this wasn’t his current concern, right now, Sabian wanted to grab a bite to eat, refuel before running down any dealers. The street he was on had quite a few dinner’s but the one that captured his eyes had quite the unique style.
Sliding into the restaurant, a young lady about five feet greeted him at the door. “Welcome to Taj Masala! My name is Adhira! I’ll be escorting you to your table today! Is it your first time trying Eastern Cuisine?” Adhira inquired. “I’d have to say yes. I’ve spent most of my life eating Army food. Not very delicious.” Sabian retorted, crossing his hands over chest, bowing courteously.
“Ah! An Army Man? Maybe we can ask your assistance with… a bit of a problem?” Adhira inquired, misunderstanding Sabian’s faction choice in life. “Problem? What’s going on, how can I help? I’m not very good with my hands aside from painting.” Sabian explained, laughing nervously. “There’s a customer with quite the rowdy company following him. I’m just wondering if you can offer him a few words to shut up his… well… ‘gifted’ company.” Adhira stated, her eyes twitching in frustration, staring down at her barren chest, unnoticeable to the naïve McQueen.
“Bilahaha… I’m just kind of here to eat-” Sabian exclaimed laughing nervously, the woman’s flustered face slowly melted his already gushy heart. “Fine. I’ll see if I can offer a word or two. How many guys are they?” Sabian inquired, entering into the dining area. “Oh. Just one.” Adhira announced escorting Sabian to the eating area. “Ah. Just one. Perfect.” Sabian declared confidently. In his head, he assumed it was just a ruffian mouthing off, making the lady feel uncomfortable.
“But wait- You said… Audience? As in more than one. The rest of his men went to the restroom or-” Sabian inquiry was halted as the woman non-verbally used her head to point across to the table seating in the back. Before the blonde looking aristocrat, dressed in his snazzy inside shirt and green army jacket, was a sea of women, all shapes and sizes sat surrounding, a single person. A child, no taller than about four feet, or maybe a bit over, being fed food by each of the women in his company.
After each of the child’s chomps, a loud ‘Kayy-aaa’ filled the room in endearment. Looking over his shoulder to the server in awe, the woman’s expression sunk into anger even more as she’d simply look at Sabian with eyes saying, ‘Handle it.’. Clearing his throat, Sabian marched towards the table where the kid was seated, sliding into the booth they were seated in, signalling to the waitress to come take his order.
Grabbing one of the hands of the ladies, Sabian began to swoon over their immense beauty. “Good-day. I’m just here to talk about the noise your group is creating… It’s disrupting some of the workers but then, I got a glimpse of your beauty… and I couldn't help but show my admiration by proclaiming my love to you all.” Sabian blurted out smoothly.
Suddenly, the aura in the room became very heavy, and filled with bloodlust.
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