"Are you worried?" Kirk asked the First Mate as he tightly balled his fast. Walking through the Northern section of Water 9, where many Ship related shops were. From accessories, to rope shops, to anchors and everything that was auxiliary to ships.
Kirk internally was anxiety ridden. Even more so than Leroy was. Raven was nice to him, they bonded well over books and chatted over tea. She was the only one that seemed like another voice of reason when none of the others would listen, rather that be the bickering between Noir and Kále. Or when Dezzi was engrossed in their projects.
She was there for him.
Kále let out a sigh, hands resting on the hilts of his three swords. "A bit. But not too much. I've got faith in Leroy that if she wants to be found. He'll be the one to do it. But if she wants to leave. Thats her choice."
"Back when you left. I barely knew you. But I saw that if Leroy was going through all that to help you, that you mattered to him. And after all this time. He was right."
"And it's the same now with Raven. If somethings up, we'll figure it out. But if she wants to leave. I'm not going to beg her to say."
Kirk smiled at that. Even though Kále was often so stoic. It was nice to be reassured sometimes that he cared. Even if he didn't openly show it. "A bit heartless no? Heheh…"
Kirk attempted to joke, but Kále answered bluntly "No. Sometimes people come and go. But its not my place to say if she gets to stay. But if Leroy, You, or anyone else wants her back. We'll do it."
"But I can't say she wouldn't be missed." Kále admitted.
They continued to push their way through the thick crowds, sticking to the edges and pushing their way forward. Kirk letting the Swords do the pushing while he gave directions with points
They'd stop to ask if anybody had seen someone with the description of Raven. And where she'd last been seen. All leads ended up going to someone who just looked like Raven or was along the lines of 'Yeah over off that direction' only for nothing to be there
"Ugh…No one seems to have seen anything." Kirk complained with a hand against his head
"They either blow us off or are too drunk to think straight."
"Wait. I thought we found her?" Kále said for a second before realizing "Oh. Never mind."
"Ugh…I just hope the others have a better time looking than we did…"
Jeanne on the other hand in fact, did have a bit of an easier time looking. Given how adept she'd become in the recent months with her devil fruit,made traversal quite an easy task indeed. It helped when she was actually amidst the crowd she could burst into steam and shoot to an alleyway or rooftop
Currently Jeanne was on a high tower that overlooked one of the Canals. Unslinging her weapon from over her shoulder, the markswoman took a knee, putting the butt of the weapon on the roof, and pulling out a few other pieces from her bag, reassembling the full long cannon.
It was more than any of the other Weapons she'd made. She'd been working on the schematics for months, as far back as Cactus Island where she bought machined parts, and a wide variety of scrap metal. She'd even bought tools to machine by hand at Louge Town.
It functioned and was like a Rifle, a wooden stock that she'd carved, crafted and even lacquered herself. Then using brass and other metals, she made a pressure chamber that was far slimmer but far more durable than Archies Chamber.
The frame was very tall, but not too tall. It was much like rare Anti-Material rifles. But with the twist to fit the powers of the Markswoman. And at a glance, was far different than any weapon of war.
Twisting the rest of the barrel together, then threaded the last final piece onto the end. She'd hand rifled the pieces, and machined with hand held tools the mechanisms to twist together.
The final Cannon, which had a bolt action to open the chamber to load in ammunition, was almost over 7 feet long. Taller than the woman herself.
Ribauldequin. Ribaul or Riba for short. Her perfect weapon thus far. Using the Power of her Steam, which could be fed through holes in the handle. Iit could do things that none of her past weapons could
With her mask still on, she extended the scope on top, telescoping like a spy glass., she then flipped the trip pod in the front down, mounting it to the ledge. And searching Streets. If she was taken- Jeanne was going to make sure she was safe.
Almost like how Noir had acted with Herself when they first got to know each other. Jeanne was similar with Raven. Sure, she had those pangs in her heart, but in her mind who wouldn't with a woman like Raven? But more importantly. She was an ear to listen to. She even listened when she talked about her dad!
She'd be lying if she wasn't frightened. No. She was Terrified. Even now, being this high into the sky, and with such a powerful weapon. She could feel the cold sweat of fear down her back.
Her scope scoured the streets. Looking from person to person. Her chest heaving as she was struggling to keep her composure.
put, despite that. Even with all the time she took searching. Looking at the posture of the people, their hair if it was exposed, any suspicious characters.
She found. Nothing