The Assassination Theory Too

Analyzations
"Faster!" A red-headed woman shouted, as she maneuvered and dodged the attacks from the pink-haired girl. She was Chartinger Roselia and she'd been in the middle of training Marine Lieutenant, Jenkins Paris. It had been about a month since Paris had eaten the Hani Hani no Mi and this was the first time she'd had to get any proper training for it. As the one who'd given her the fruit, Roselia thought it was her duty to train her in being efficient with the fruit.

With a simple weave, Roselia dodged Paris' punch, grabbed her hand, and slammed her into the ground. "Luckily this room was designed for Solomon by Frank N. Stein," Roselia stated, pulling Paris by the wrist and standing the girl to her feet. "Being able to change the ground into impact absorption mode, is a neat feature. Had it not been for it, you'd have some broken bones right now. You have to stop being so predictable, Paris." Rolling her eyes, Roselia let out a deep sigh.

"Y-yes, ma'am! But Lady Roselia," Paris dropped her head and rubbing her arm, almost as if she were scared to state the next part. "It's not that easy to hit you when you're using kenbunshoku haki."

Roselia's eyebrow lifted, "Eh? Kenbunshoku Haki? I haven't been using such a skill, Paris. Your moves are just that linear and predictable. Try to, if you can, deceive your opponents with different types of moves. Also, Paris, you have a tendency of waiting for your opponent to reveal what they are going to do. If I were you, I'd begin my battles with my armament active. I've seen and ended quite a few pirates and Marines who've relied solely on their logia abilities. Do not be consumed by what your power can do, always be cautious no matter who your opponent is."

Paris was confused for a moment, but her curiosity would not be stored away. "Um, Lady Roselia, what did you mean by Pirates and Marines?"

"Lahaha, don't worry about it, Paris-san. That's a story for a later time. I've done some things in my lifetime." Pulling her hair behind her ear, Roselia released the young Marine from her grip. "That's enough for today, I have something I need to attend to. If you'd like," Roselia lifted her finger and pointed towards the door of the facility. "Then, feel free to seek out and train with Victoria. You are a member of the same team, after all."

Bowing, "Yes ma'am! Thank you for sharing your time, Captain! I will heed your words and be sure to apply them to what you've taught me." With that, Paris exited the room and left Roselia to herself.

Walking to the coat hanger, Roselia grabbed her jacket and flung it over her shoulders. She then turned to the lone table of the room and sat at it. There were two objects on the table: One a Den Den Mushi and the other some sort of remote. First lifting the remote, she pressed a button and returned the floor to its natural state. She then lifted her Den Den Mushi and made a call.

Purururururu The Den Den Mushi began, before the other end had been picked up. "Hey, Emer." Roselia began, looking over her shoulder ensuring no one would enter the room. "Are you sure, the information you gave me is correct?"

"What do you think?" Emer asked back, "When have I given you false information. You act as though we are enemies. Why are you so uppity anyway?"

"Because," Roselia said, leaning on the table. "If this is wrong, then it could be bad for me. I could get taken out of leave for a while, which'll lead me to being unable to keep tabs on that other Ferrothorn boy. Especially considering Kazuha's has "given" me Zayden and August's fruit. If I am to risk anything, I'd rather do it killing him to get August's fruit back."

Emer laughed, "Look at you, so you do have feelings. I wonder if that damned pussy has feelings too."

Both Emer and Roselia answered in perfect unison, "Probably not."

"Speaking of, did you ever get any information on her? I'd really like to know if she kicked the bucket or not." Roselia chuckled.

"I did not. Being a Supermodel isn't easy ya' know. Plus, she doesn't have a devil fruit to have been returned into circulation, so it's hard to tell." Sighing, "Besides, how do you even kill a monster? I doubt she's dead, to be honest. Which reminds me... What about that other one? Um, the little lady. Aron's old protege?"

Roselia poked her lip out, "Who? Gallon Margie? She's doing fine, last I checked, she was apart of the crew led by that Pink Pirate. I can't remember the name. We should get in contact with little Margie, she was so cute. But it's best we get her caught up on what our plans are." Roselia sighed, "But anyway, let's just hope if Anne is alive, she doesn't meet Zack. She's gonna tell him everything.. and I mean EVERYTHING."

"Wait, you don't mean that." Emer emphasized, obviously aware of what she'd been speaking of.

"Yes.. Till this day, I would like to know why Her Highness did that. Regardless, I heard that Lucina is still around." Roselia said.

"Wait, who was that again?" Emer asked.

"Emer, she was right behind you in order of commanders. Anne, First Commander. Date and Honey, Second Commander. Myself, Third Commander. Aaron and little Margie, Fourth Commander. Yourself, Fith Commander. Lucina, Sixth Commander. Tamar, Seventh Commander. Thotiana, Eighth Commander. And, Kazuha as the Ninth Commander. Surely you didn't forget, those ARE the commanders of the Royal Pirates. Or are you too still bitter over that whole roles thing decided by Amaka?"

Blowing air from her nose, Emer pouted. "I'm not upset. That's Lucina, we could have shared the role but she wanted to be a bitch. Besides I only remember the front fighters, not those fodders after the Fifth Division."

"We will have to see each other again.. and with how things are unfolding, it'll be soon. Try not to be so bitter."

"Blah blah," Emer teased, "But, speaking of that Ninth Division led by Kazuha. I've been reading a lot recently... and there's this kid Dex-!"

"I've gotta go, Emer. She's here, I'll call you after I've handled this. Catch you later!" Slaming the speaking device onto the small snail, it hung up and the doors of the room slide open.