A Brewing Storm

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Date Started: December 29, 2019

Date Completed: Ongoing

Previous Role-Play: Winds of Change

Users Involved:User:Lemasters30

Setting:, Rainpour Island

Characters Involved:
 * Characters: Draco D. Zephyr, Fukushima Kijuro, Kaitome, Muramasa Kazuko

Where is the Cube?
"Guaaaaahg!" Shots were fired, blood spewed on the streets.

"H-He's crazy!" A local exclaimed. A man was sitting inside a small tent, with a single chair in it in front of him. He holstered the gun which he just used to shot down several outlaws.

"Hmpf...trash. If you don't have the money, just...don't waste my time." Said the man sitting inside the tent, dressed in an expensive suit, with a wooden crate on his side. "250,000,000...that's the price. If you don't have it, just don't show your face here!" He exclaimed to whoever could hear him.

Muramasa Kazuko rested his head on his palm. An underworld broker renowned for his effective services. This time, however, he was conducting business on his own. A few days ago, he had sent a message through various underworld channels, the selling of a Devil Fruit, a useful one, the, a power to turn anything the user touches into cubes and manipulate it at will. Quite the effective matter manipulation ability. He had a devil fruit of his own, as such, he had no use for this one. Kazuko knew his message had reached many, and maybe even government officials, but he honestly didn't care. He was confident in his owns skill, enough that he felt prepared in case things went south in a deal.

"Commander Kaitome, we have confirmed, the criminal is right in the middle of town, boldly setting up tent and awaiting the purchase of the item!"

"Excellent", said the Marine commander. Her bronze hair was short, yet curly, and it was admired by her subordinates.

Rain began to pour down, as Kazuko lighted a cigarette inside the tent. "YO!"

Kazuko raised his gaze, seeing a pair of sandals standing outside the tent. "Come in, please. I hope you have the money..."

The man took steps forward, his sandals making squishing sounds as it stepped in the wet floor. Leaning in to enter the tent, a young man revealed himself to Kazuko. He sat on the chair in front of the broker, glaring at the man.

"I do not care for your name, just hand me the money, and the item is yours."

"Ah yes, but I want to give you my name anyways, it's common courtesy, after all." Before he could continue, Kazuko raised his gaze once more, taking a good look at the young man.

"Draco D. Zephyr. I know who you are." Kazuko picked the cigarette from his mouth, and exhaled a puff of smoke. "What is a revolutionary like you wanting to do business like this?" He placed his cigarette back on his mouth.

Zephyr, who was holding his staff with his left hand, lifted it up and rested the weapon on his shoulder. He wiped some water from his face, brushing against the tattoo on the left side of his face. He smirked slightly towards the broker, "Well, actually, I want information."

With a slight grunt, Kazuko removed the cigarette once more "Didn't you get the right memo? I'm not selling information, I'm selling a devil fruit. Either you want it, or leave, before you get on my nerves."

"Come on. I can pay for it. Besides, you don't have much time..." Zephyr scoffed. "I saw a Marine ship coming this way while I was traveling here." He threw a bag in front of Kazuko, "there's 200,000,000. Tell me what I want to know."