[Something is off. The swaying and creaking isn't what he's used to. The heat on his skin, and the vague feeling in his stomach that one small move could have him throwing his head over the side of the-- of the what? Buggy opens his eyes blearily to look around.
And then despite how shitty he feels, he jolts forward, eyes widening. He regrets it when his stomach lurches and his head throbs, but this is not his ship. This is not-- anywhere familiar to him at all. He's caught in a-- cage? With people he's never seen before, and no idea what exactly to do.
He doesn't appreciate that.]
... Uh.
[Something else feels off. He can't describe it. Something that goes down to his very bones.]
What's going on here?
[He's not stupid enough to come in demanding answers or acting out to the fellow-- prisoners? Or whoever else is around, but there's an edge to his voice, a certain tightness in his posture. Being vulnerable is not something Buggy has ever found solace in.]
At Sea
[Buggy isn't the heroic type, but all he has to hear is something remotely familiar to him to jump at it, it seems. The docks, ships. That feels like home when nothing else does. Besides, who's to say he won't find something for himself on board the merchant ships? You never know. So, of course he's gonna get in a row boat and go check it out.
Surely for no nefarious purposes. Surely only to help those poor sailors who are on a sinking ship, doomed and hopeless.
Speaking of -- when he does arrive, it's a bit of a disappointment. The ship is sinking rather fast and there's nothing but... wheat? And grain? And a mystery he doesn't find himself overly concerned with, something he doesn't care about that much.
Sure, it sounds terrifying for the sailors, but now he'd rather prefer just wrapping it up. Good deed done for the day.
Well, almost. He does do another look around, curiously. He can be heard grumbling to himself:]
Really? No one brought anything else on board? It can't all just be wheat!
[Gold or jewelry, clothes, food, booze... Anything?
There's an irritated huff later as Buggy surveys the men. There's an eight, isn't there? He thought it was seven.]
Something isn't adding up, is it? Feels like maybe there's something a little... naughty at play.
[Putting himself in danger for nothing is frustrating, actually, and now he's gotta sort an additional mess out. Great.]
The Quiet House > hallways
[Cages, downed ships, earthquakes. Buggy is just obviously delighted to have been pulled into this dump. He ran when things started to come down and chaos that didn't work in his favor broke out.
Not knowing where the hell he is or where to go, not familiar with the lay of the land-- Well, now he's found himself... somewhere.
Some place that gives him a chill down his spine for sure. Buggy wants to turn around, go back, but... the thing is? He's not sure where to go back to. So he just pushes forward through the hallways. He tries to ignore the sick feeling in the pit of his gut that tells him he's in danger.
Mostly because he has no idea where else to go right now. This is the safest place he's gotten to... not that it's saying much. But he doesn't exactly want to go back out there where things are crumbling, where there's chaos unfolding.
The specter is unnerving that seems to be following him, but he can handle it. He thinks. As long as he keeps moving through the winding, confusing corridors, it surely can't do more than give him the creeps.
It keeps changing and he keeps trying to look away as he goes... at least he until he catches sight of a familiar strawbhat, red hair. It freezes him in spot for a moment.]
... Shanks? [He starts, voice pitching higher than he means for it to.] No--
[There's that familiar, infuriating smile on the phantom's face though. Something he won't ever forget, not until his dying day. He hates it so much. The man who tried to dim his star, who left behind a wound that won't ever heal. He loathes it. And he can see it. Judgement where others would insist there's kidness.
Torn between running away and confronting whatever twisted joke this is, Buggy ends up stuck in place, his hands clenched into fists and a tremble running through his body.]
Shanks! Can't you ever just leave me alone, you bastard!
The Quiet House > The Baths
[He doesn't quite know how he finally ends up in the baths, and frankly, they don't look any better than whatever else he's seen around here. The blackness leaking down the walls makes him pull a disgusted face as he steps in.]
Couldn't really get clean in here, huh? This place is such a dump.
[He grumbles, half to himself, half to whoever's with him. But it's the way the mirror starts to clear of the blackness that catches his attention. He sees himself -- of course he sees himself. But the closer he gets, the more he notices the almost sinister grin, the black eyes. It's not his face, but it is. He's pretty sure he's not smiling at all though.]
You stupid clown--
[The words are out and the-- whatever it is is lunging at him before he can even hope to duck. There's a startled noise that wrenches from Buggy's lips as he brings his hands up to try to fend it off at least.]
What the f--
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Buggy the Clown | One Piece (LA) | ota
[Something is off. The swaying and creaking isn't what he's used to. The heat on his skin, and the vague feeling in his stomach that one small move could have him throwing his head over the side of the-- of the what? Buggy opens his eyes blearily to look around.
And then despite how shitty he feels, he jolts forward, eyes widening. He regrets it when his stomach lurches and his head throbs, but this is not his ship. This is not-- anywhere familiar to him at all. He's caught in a-- cage? With people he's never seen before, and no idea what exactly to do.
He doesn't appreciate that.]
... Uh.
[Something else feels off. He can't describe it. Something that goes down to his very bones.]
What's going on here?
[He's not stupid enough to come in demanding answers or acting out to the fellow-- prisoners? Or whoever else is around, but there's an edge to his voice, a certain tightness in his posture. Being vulnerable is not something Buggy has ever found solace in.]
At Sea
[Buggy isn't the heroic type, but all he has to hear is something remotely familiar to him to jump at it, it seems. The docks, ships. That feels like home when nothing else does. Besides, who's to say he won't find something for himself on board the merchant ships? You never know. So, of course he's gonna get in a row boat and go check it out.
Surely for no nefarious purposes. Surely only to help those poor sailors who are on a sinking ship, doomed and hopeless.
Speaking of -- when he does arrive, it's a bit of a disappointment. The ship is sinking rather fast and there's nothing but... wheat? And grain? And a mystery he doesn't find himself overly concerned with, something he doesn't care about that much.
Sure, it sounds terrifying for the sailors, but now he'd rather prefer just wrapping it up. Good deed done for the day.
Well, almost. He does do another look around, curiously. He can be heard grumbling to himself:]
Really? No one brought anything else on board? It can't all just be wheat!
[Gold or jewelry, clothes, food, booze... Anything?
There's an irritated huff later as Buggy surveys the men. There's an eight, isn't there? He thought it was seven.]
Something isn't adding up, is it? Feels like maybe there's something a little... naughty at play.
[Putting himself in danger for nothing is frustrating, actually, and now he's gotta sort an additional mess out. Great.]
The Quiet House > hallways
[Cages, downed ships, earthquakes. Buggy is just obviously delighted to have been pulled into this dump. He ran when things started to come down and chaos that didn't work in his favor broke out.
Not knowing where the hell he is or where to go, not familiar with the lay of the land-- Well, now he's found himself... somewhere.
Some place that gives him a chill down his spine for sure. Buggy wants to turn around, go back, but... the thing is? He's not sure where to go back to. So he just pushes forward through the hallways. He tries to ignore the sick feeling in the pit of his gut that tells him he's in danger.
Mostly because he has no idea where else to go right now. This is the safest place he's gotten to... not that it's saying much. But he doesn't exactly want to go back out there where things are crumbling, where there's chaos unfolding.
The specter is unnerving that seems to be following him, but he can handle it. He thinks. As long as he keeps moving through the winding, confusing corridors, it surely can't do more than give him the creeps.
It keeps changing and he keeps trying to look away as he goes... at least he until he catches sight of a familiar strawbhat, red hair. It freezes him in spot for a moment.]
... Shanks? [He starts, voice pitching higher than he means for it to.] No--
[There's that familiar, infuriating smile on the phantom's face though. Something he won't ever forget, not until his dying day. He hates it so much. The man who tried to dim his star, who left behind a wound that won't ever heal. He loathes it. And he can see it. Judgement where others would insist there's kidness.
Torn between running away and confronting whatever twisted joke this is, Buggy ends up stuck in place, his hands clenched into fists and a tremble running through his body.]
Shanks! Can't you ever just leave me alone, you bastard!
The Quiet House > The Baths
[He doesn't quite know how he finally ends up in the baths, and frankly, they don't look any better than whatever else he's seen around here. The blackness leaking down the walls makes him pull a disgusted face as he steps in.]
Couldn't really get clean in here, huh? This place is such a dump.
[He grumbles, half to himself, half to whoever's with him. But it's the way the mirror starts to clear of the blackness that catches his attention. He sees himself -- of course he sees himself. But the closer he gets, the more he notices the almost sinister grin, the black eyes. It's not his face, but it is. He's pretty sure he's not smiling at all though.]
You stupid clown--
[The words are out and the-- whatever it is is lunging at him before he can even hope to duck. There's a startled noise that wrenches from Buggy's lips as he brings his hands up to try to fend it off at least.]
What the f--
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