"So Mr. Scotch was really that kinda guy? He seemed plenty amicable to me. I guess Leroy impressed him that much.", she said as she sat a few of the goods on the shopkeeper's counter. "I'll be one moment, sir. We're still shopping, I just want to make sure I can carry it all, shishishishi.", she'd say to the long armed gentleman, who looked to her a bit like someone shaved an orangutan now that she was this close. Messy red hair with hairy arms, prominent jowel and scruffy beard. "More power to you!", he'd say with a grin that looked more like piano keys than teeth.
She was probably about to make this man's day.
"Yes, he was that kind of guy." She repeated. "A hefty fee too, surprised a name like him wasn't recognized by you guys." "But- To be fair. The world is large and Vast. And even I know that we'll be seeing more and more, as we get deeper and deeper into this stretch of ocean."
"I've learned to keep my nose out of the criminal world like that.", Jeanne says as she finishes getting all the supplies she needed. "And a sheet of brass, steel, and about a cord of firewood.", she said as she dug out the berry to pay the man. Luckily she had been saving up here and there, but this would drain her for a bit. Maybe she could convince Kirk to increase her budget on the next town so she could replenish her little bit of spending cash.
"I'm from the West Blue, actually. My dad gave me a good life, we intermingled a bit with the wealthier folk... But he never talked about where he worked, and he taught me questionable skills. Doesn't take a genius to figure out something shady was happening and he was trying to protect me."
Ravens Eyes widened as her mind began to connect the dots of what exactly that meant. It sounded all to familiar as she leaned in and whispered to the woman "Is your dad, Arquette Andre?"
"Oh? He's that well known?" Jeanne whispered back. She sighed. She tried to avoid anything big in her home sea. Just whatever drifted to her in the East Blue. "I never expected that. Just that he just worked for some crime family or something..." she said as she waved to the long armed shopkeep. Giving him a delivery location closer to the ship so they could load the materials themselves later.
"If you don't mind me asking, what's going on? I never really looked into his career so any information on what he does, who he is outside of our old home life, or what might be going on in the West Blue is welcome. I'm a big girl I can take it."
"Well…" The Tall Woman said as they walked to a nearby corner to not be bothered by any unwanted listeners "In recent years…especially after the 30's year war…A large influx of crime families flooded into the west blue. Taking up old blood noble islands and turning them to their own. Most notorious of which was Al Island."
"But-" She continued returning to the point at hand "There was a man said to be called upon by almost any family in the west blue. Now, how he got into the business…Is unknown. But, he rose quickly through the criminal underbelly."
"If there was a problem, or someone, that needed to be taken care of- He was sent to take care of it" Her voiced spoke with a reverence to the subject matter. Reciting the known history just as a scholar like her would
"It garnered him the name of 'The Ghoul' because once he had his sights on you…he'd go to the end of the earth until you were dead…" Just who was this Man?! Such a ferocious man being Jeanne's father…
"Then one day…He left. How he got out is said to be the story of legend amongst the Mafias. The bodies he buried..." She stopped for a moment, pausing on just what The Ghoul had commited
"Where ever he is now. I'm sure it's far and above some measly crime family or underworld business…"
"He did all that for me and mom..." Jeanne said, as she began to process the information. 'The Ghoul'. A nasty and mean title that didn't feel quite fitting for the firm yet loving man she grew up with. Did mom know or was she being willfully ignorant like her? Why did he stop his career? Criminal families weren't exactly the type to just let go. Especially of really talented men. Did he get out because she left the West? These thoughts rushed in her mind as they began walking the streets once more. She'd press more on the matter, but she had the feeling this wasn't the time nor place. She'd let out a sigh and smile at Raven.
"I see. Thanks. Maybe that's where I get my knack for Marksmanship from!" she said with a bit of a chuckle.
"A Killer is He, And A killer is you-" She spoke. A Very Dark joke, and untrue, but she winked none the less. "Lets get back to the ship. I'm sure Dezzi and Noir are already missing us."
"Yeah. That and I'm expecting that fire wood and sheet metal at the dock later. Noir will probably wind up helping in some way getting it back to the ship.", she said as she began leading the way. Raven's dark joke sat with her like a discordant note on a jazz sting.
Intentional and a bit jarring, but not altogether unpleasant. She didn't laugh at it sure, but she wasn't upset by it. More it just made her think. Maybe she needed to be that kind of person? To help Leroy achieve his dream... The last few fights she's been in she injured her left arm. Maybe that wouldn't have happened if she had been ruthless and efficient with her job as a sniper.