Infamous Relations [Social/Private]

"Sigh........" Commander Roman was definitely on the fritz about his lackeys inviting people that had no sense of drive when it came to be a revolutionary. It was alot to whip them into shape, and the specific pull of a town's affiliation kind of helped Roman treat it as a measuring stick for the type of people that would show up to begin with. In this case, regardless of the history of the town, there seemed to be an up-rise of pirated activity. ".............." Roman stopped to look at a wanted poster, ripping it off of the street walls. There was supposed to be someone that Roman was going to meet that had information of the shipment of goods that's being sent to the marine base, that was something that Roman had intentions of messing with. However, it seemed that someone was quite eager to make a name for themselves, perhaps finding such a person and inquiring about their assistance wouldn't hurt? "Anyanka Rosenburg............... wonder if this one skipped down by now....."

Roman would say in a calmed tone to himself as he noticed a restaurant around the corner of the wall that he was leaning on. Walking over to it, Roman noticed that it's the building that the contact was supposed to met him in. It was somewhat of a low key and small diner, something that was supposed to be out of the eyes of the public or at least a bit less popular than how people expected them to be. "Jingle, Jingle...."Roman walked in quietly and looked around the diner, it was just as low key as he expected it to be. Walking over to the back of the restaurant, Roman would sit at a small square table and tap on the menu a few times. Should he even order anything? Roman was a bit of a food critic, bad things happened to bad chefs, and he didn't want to get too upset and make a scene. Roman maintained self control, but he had a critical personality that sometimes fluctuates. The wanted poster of Anyanka was laid bare on the left side of the table, still standing as a person of interest of Roman for a brief moment.

Utalia sat and started at her hands for a bit. She heard the bell and looked up at the man who walked in. He kind of looked weird to her, more refined than the usual rabble that walked in. She grabbed her pad and pen and walked over to the man at the table. "Welcome! Is there anything I can get for you?" She smiled, not showing her teeth for fear that it would reveal her abnormality. She glanced at the poster on the side of the table and noticed it was a wanted poster. "Should I wait for your acquaintance or do you wanna order now?" She asked casually.

Roman looked up at the young waitress from his table, his amber colored eyes maintaining eye contact  with  her. He was quiet for a few seconds, this could be a ruse and she could end up being the contact that  Roman was looking for at the time being. Then again it's a lot better to act naturally and order something at least.  His red buckled cloak covered a bit of his mouth, but Roman made sure to speak clearly  so that the waitress could hear him. " I would like some coffee please. Also,  the breakfast special...."  He eyed the clock  on the far right side of the Diner Roman was planning to save a bit of money this time around. It was 11:00 AM cutting it quite close,  but he still should around the valid time for his breakfast platter. It would of consisted of a bacon omelet  and  a slice of toast, simple enough. 

He didn't comment on the acquaintance part. Not because he was being rude but there was no reason for a waitress to know  that. Roman didn't have a lot of acquaintances, they didn't live long enough, or disappeared soon after. Either way confirming anything gives people unnecessary information, sometimes the best choice is to not give an answer. Could she take a hint? Regular people should just live their lives.

Utalia wrote down his order on the pad and smiled, this time with her mouth open slightly so he could see her fangs. At this point, she pretty much knew he was special. "Coffee and the Breakfast special then. I'll get that right to you!" She walked away joyfully, kind of bouncing on her way to the kitchen. When she passed through the door, her smile quickly faded and she got to work. His clothes were too refined to be a pirate or normal citizen, so she assumed he was some kind of general or something. Considering that information, it would be a bad idea to use her powers on him. It could end in shutting down the diner, or worse.

A minute or so later, she brought a mug and poured in the coffee. Afterwards, she returned to the kitchen. This was a person of higher power, she couldn't screw this up. As she finished up the bacon omelet and toast, she plated the food and resumed smiling. She took up the plates, and walked up to the table with his food. "Here it is! The breakfast special, cooked to perfection." What she said wasn't wrong, the food was perfectly cooked and smelled delicious. All she could hope was that the man wouldn't dislike it.

The waitress definitely caught Roman's attention with those fangs. He wasn't sure what they meant, he also wasn't racist and didn't judge anyone based upon their race whatsoever. Their affiliation perhaps, but it never came down to who they were born as. However, those fangs were a tab bit unsettling, Roman's guard was up a bit. "...." After a small period of silence, Roman's food was brought to his table. Sniff...Snifff" It was a force of habit, but Roman always took a good whiff of the things that he   intended to consume. Growing up the way that he did in Ompharos island, a lace where death comes in more forms than one, he was quite critical about the quality of the food there. on Ompharos, good meals were hard to come by, contaminated food could give you the worst stomach virus, and the island itself was full of willing people to put a bullet in you while you were on the toilet,  which in most cases was a huge rick and a thick bush of poison ivy to wipe with if you didn't know the lay of the land well enough.

Though, there was another place and time to reminisce on fond memories. " Munch, chew...."  Roman picked up the  knife and fork, cutting a piece of the omelet and taking a bite of it. Afterwards, he placed his utensils down and chewed. "Hm" Roman would  make a distinct humming  sound that was a bit off pitched, considering the kind of guy he appeared to be. However, it only meant that he was pleased with the food. " My compliments to the chef. " Truly in Roman's heart, good food was something to appreciate.  Eyeing the watch, it wouldn't be long until the contact would show up. Roman was early but he was also expecting the individual in another twenty minutes.  Roman continued to eat with one hand for a bit, but his  other hand was resting on his thigh, more so where his gun was located. He didn't bear any killing intent, he was simply enjoying his meal and didn't want anyone to intentionally ruin that for him." Those fangs, what race are you? Roman would ask casually  to the waitress if she was still around.

Utalia giggled a bit before answering. "I ate a devil fruit, thinking it would make a good compliment to a dish." Her smiled faded a bit and she sighed. "It wasn't." She regained her composure. She didn't think this was a bad thing to tell him that much. Any more would be troublesome. "That aside, I'm glad you like the dish. I cooked it myself." She felt relieved that he didn't throw a fit over food. Some higher-ups have been known to do that.

I see...." Roman would say silently, of course it would be a devil fruit. Even  so, Devil fruits were rare and not even Roman himself came across of one. But even if he was to do so, would he  eat it?  Who really knew for sure,  Roman was betting on the fact that human potential could succeed anything , assisted  help from otherworldly forces could limit growth if they were capable of much more. In roman's case, he wanted  to see how far he could go without those godly fruits." Don't regret it now, try to make it work for you." Maybe he wasn't the best at comforting someone, but Roman still tried to give positive advice.

"Whats a talented chef like you doing in a place like this?

"Thanks! That means a lot compared to what some other people have said..." Utalia said softly. There was nobody else in the restaurant, so she could keep talking to him. Talking to people like this was actually really comforting. "I grew up in Mock Town, where the population is mostly pirates, so I've withstood some nasty language." She sat down. Standing was tiring when she did it for so long. "I'd also not prefer to draw to much attention. I enjoy living a semi-quiet life like this." She replied to his last comment. She knew she was a great cook, and she knew what it was like to get a lot of attention. After experiencing such attention in other places, she'd decided she didn't like it, so she moved here to cook at a low-down place. "I actually prefer it here, where I can cook for the common rabble and not get bothered by the higher-ups. You're an exception of course, you haven't gotten mad or anything." She giggled a bit before settling down. She usually didn't enjoy higher-ups, whether it was in society or in the marines. They were usually arrogant, a trait she most hated in people. Who cares that you're a lieutenant and you have money? Utalia most certainly didn't.

Utalia looked up and the hooded figure. She stood up and took out her pen and pad again. "I'll take your order. What would you like?" She asked innocently. This figure didn't look too important, but Utalia couldn't help but feel uneasy. She might've looked unimportant, but there was the hood covering her face and features, it would be troublesome if she turned out to be a person of some importance. After a bit of considering she broke out a small, wicked smile. This could work, it'll be fun.

One thing that pirates aren’t known for is their manners, more or less. But they are true to themselves in that regard, you get the face value of who they are and what they stand for, regardless of how curious and cruel it seems. It’s not crazy to admire something like that when there are other people in this world who don’t, and those are the people who you trust, deceit is right around the corner and the pain of ignorance leaves a lot more scars than you think. “ Roman would briefly nod though. “ I see you as who you are and I accept it, isn’t that all you could ask for?

Roman did notice that he was talking a little bit more than usual, but that’s because she fed him some pretty good food this time around. When roman had the faintest thought of asking the waitress of her name, the door to the restaurant swung open and Roman tensed up a little bit. His eyes watched the door as the young girl entered and laid out some blueprints on the table. Roman had a feeling that it was a girl by the shape of her body, and her feminine posture.” ….”Roman looked down to the wanted paper on his table and glanced back over at the woman . “Is this………” This could be the girl be the rising star pirate Anyanka Rosenburg? “No….” Couldn’t be, there were plenty of people in town, why would she be at this diner of all places? If there was one thing that Roman didn’t believe in, it was coincidences. “…” Glancing at the clock at the far side of the café, Roman was expecting this contact in ten more minutes. Roman only watched, but he kept his gun close in reach, prepared to kick over the table for cover if he had to. However, he was causal enough to continue eating with his other hand. "The breakfast special is pretty good......" Roman would say a small comment in regards to Utalia's cooking, more as a suggestion to the new arrival.

Utalia wrote down the girl's order on her pad as her wicked smile only grew. "I'll get that right to you" She said as she put the pen away and walked towards the kitchen. By the time she got into the kitchen, her smile almost spread from ear-to-ear. After bringing water to the girl's table, she got to cooking. She cooked everything to perfection, but at the end, she added a drop of colorless liquid. As it hit the omelette, it immediately seemed to disappear, almost as if it became one with the dish. Utalia smiled as she plated the dish then picked it up. She carried it to the girl's table, noticing her face. The blue hair caught her eye for a second before she returned to bringing the dish to her table. Blue hair wasn't that weird when you considered Utalia's hair was pale green. "Here ya go! Breakfast special, cooked to perfection." Once again, she wasn't wrong, it looked and smelled delicious.

Her face seems to be a match, but it’s not like he wanted poster had some sort of color print to them. There was no real way that Roman could tell, but he could simply assume it was her. However, he wasn’t after her bounty or her life, it just seemed to Roman that she was a current person of interest since she did in fact rob the marines, something that made Roman smile the first time he heard about it. “…..” When the food was brought, Roman checked his watch and once more. “Five minutes….” Afterwards he would continue to finish eating his meal. Maybe it was a quirk to Roman, but he didn’t like to be watched when eating by people he didn’t know too well, but that’s only if he’s enjoying the meal in the first place.
When Anyanka received her plate of food, he continued to keep his eye on her and the waitresses interactions.

Utalia looked at the ex-female and laughed hysterically. She ended up falling to the ground, she was laughing so hard. "THAT WAS GREAT!" She shouted, still laughing. This kind of thing had always been appealing to Utalia, especially when the victim lashed out. She settled down a bit before speaking again."Sometimes, I'm really happy I ate that Devil Fruit." She said, rubbing the tears that had formed in her eyes from laughing so hard. "Seeing things like this always makes me happy. Especially when the recipient is happy, as you obviously are." She smiled before sinking her teeth into her own arm. As she took them out, there was no blood, but a few drops of colorless liquid. As she stood up, her form changed. Her breasts retracted, and she grew taller. Her hair became shorter and turned blonde, her eyes turned a bright blue color, like that of the ocean. As she stood up, she had turned into a devilishly handsome man. "Mine is the Horu Horu no mi. It let's me change the appearance of myself and other people." As she (now he) spoke, her voice seemed a bit deeper, so it actually fit her new body. "It's quite useful for moving when you need a disguise."

Male Form:

Roman dropped his fork, pretty much stunned at the appearance of the two females. They turned into males right before his very eyes, and it was all due to the waitresses fork. However, Roman was simply staring at the altercation and shook his head. Rome then raised his left hand briefly and brought it down to two fingers being held up. Just two questions, one, did you spike my food just now?" Was she using him? Toying with his sympathy and his small weakness for good food? Roman was amused in the back of his head but it was pretty serious if she did something without him knowing. "Two......." Roman brought his finger over to the blue haired one pretty briefly. "Even though you're a man now, Anyanka Rosenburg......is that you?" Roman would say as a small draft came in from the open window and blew her wanted poster off Roman's table and into her direction. He wasn't after her, he just wanted to know if it was her, due to his own hidden agenda. However, That waitress, she had a pretty good devil fruit.

Utalia turned and smiled at the commander, who was clearly pretty pissed. "I'm sorry. No, I didn't do anything to your food. If I did, people would get angry, not just you." She stated, the smile fading from her face. She turned back to Anya, who seemed to be having fun ogling her new male form. "I can turn you back, if you really want that. Or you could stay in that form, you choose." Utalia smiled, her fangs still showing through her smile. She had enough fun for today. It'd be a wise decision to put things back as they were before things got ugly.

Utalia slipped a bit before falling. She moaned out in pain before rummaging through her chef's coat's pockets. "Y'know, it's not nice to knock people down like that, especially if that person knows the way to change you back." She took a bottle of of her pocket and held it in front of her. "Honestly, I thought you'd be smarter than that." Utlia frowned, unscrewing the lid to the bottle. She tipped it over and a surprisingly large amount of water poured out. It washed over her body, causing Utalia to revert to her old form. She then got up by grabbing a chair and sat down, placing the bottle on the table. "Well? Ready to turn back or not?"

It’s not pretty smart to reveal yourself in such a high profile situation. What do you have to gain by people knowing who you are? What if I was a marine? Think…..” Roman would say in a scolding tone as he rubbed his head. “Don’t worry though, I’m not. I heard of your work, a bit sloppy, but you’ll get better in time, but instead of self-gain only, you should be punishing the bankers more financially instead. Most pirates don’t think that far ahead, or care for the matter, strive to be the `1%” After seeing the waitress on the floor, Roman would sigh. “Fun is fine, but messing with peoples food is treading lightly, especially when you’re dealing with a wanted pirate, tampering with food always brings the first idea or poisoning, that doesn’t put anyone in a good mood in general when they came here to enjoy your cooking. Know the saying, “Don’t shit where you eat.”

Roman carried out his voice with authority as he moved from his table. He basically wanted them to stop fighting and shape up. But it’s been past the five minutes of his waiting time, his contact didn’t arrive and Roman slightly felt sick to his stomach. After looking at the blueprints with the side of his eye, Roman hummed for a moment. Big job, who owns this house? By the way, try to play nice with the waitress, her talent just might be what you're looking for if you want to be discreet.

It was a simple suggestion and they didn't have to listen to Roman, but he was only giving direction in general.

Utalia stared at Anya for a bit before shrugging. "I grew up on an island in paradise, was surrounded by pirates my entire life, and screwed with several people." She looked the woman straight in the eyes, she had a look that meant business. "But sneaking into the mayor's home and assassinating him?" She smiled wickedly, somehow more so than before. "I've never done any such thing, but it sounds like fun." Her smile showed her fangs in full. Her excitement caused the fluid to unintentionally drip from them, onto the floor. She had only ever gone undercover. She'd spied on people, and even imitated some to impressive levels. Assassination was the one stealth mission she had never undertaken, and it sounded like fun. She backed up and sat down with the other woman at the table. She had retained her smile, but it was less wide than before. "Tell me what to do."

"Hmph" Roman would simply emit a small sound from his mouth and and stand with his arms folded, a bit more composed. If she thought that she was a hotshot, its better to live with that sort of confidence than live without any sort of confidence at all. "Just be sure not to underestimate who you're going up against, doing that would get you killed. But if it is the mayor, i want on. He might have something that i want, important documents. " That was the only kind of sensitive information that concerned Roman, even money paled in comparison to the important documents that connected the mayor to the world nobles, as well as his paper trail that crosses with the true intentions of the marines as well. " It's your choice if you want my help or not. "There was always a plan b, but Roman was oping hat this woman would play ball.