Shit shit shit shit SHIT! Rosi, hang in there! I'm about to make a flashy thing happen!
[Buggy tries to keep slicing at the insects with one blade-armed hand, as a measure of keeping them away from Rosinante if nothing else. But after seeing what they can do to skin, he's terrified. Only the bonds of friendship are keeping him here, he'd be on his way out alone somehow if he didn't give a damn about his friend, even if it's another version of that friend that doesn't really know him.
His first instinct would be to use an explosive, but in the end he doesn't know if this is the safest spot for it. Or how stable the ruins would be, there's nothing good about getting caught in the wreckage and dying in a different painful way.
He's so scared. But he's also Buggy the goddamn clown, the genius jester, captain Buggy, and a million other amazing titles of praise just for him because he's resourceful and amazing and he's sure as hell not gonna die today. And he pulls out a large jar of some sort of liquid from his coat with a free hand, he's got a lot of flashy circus tricks up his sleeve. ] Get back! I'm gonna light 'em up like it's a circus act! Haha! Captain Buggy impresses again! [His other hand pulls back from his slice and dice act, and he uses it to get out a torch lighter. All of these tricks are usually for the impressive, not for the survival, but today he's so glad that he's done the extra training. His mouth gets filled with the fuel, his hand holds up the torch lighter and sets it to the highest flame possible, and he blows fire at the flies.]
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Date: 2019-04-27 09:15 pm (UTC)[Buggy tries to keep slicing at the insects with one blade-armed hand, as a measure of keeping them away from Rosinante if nothing else. But after seeing what they can do to skin, he's terrified. Only the bonds of friendship are keeping him here, he'd be on his way out alone somehow if he didn't give a damn about his friend, even if it's another version of that friend that doesn't really know him.
His first instinct would be to use an explosive, but in the end he doesn't know if this is the safest spot for it. Or how stable the ruins would be, there's nothing good about getting caught in the wreckage and dying in a different painful way.
He's so scared. But he's also Buggy the goddamn clown, the genius jester, captain Buggy, and a million other amazing titles of praise just for him because he's resourceful and amazing and he's sure as hell not gonna die today. And he pulls out a large jar of some sort of liquid from his coat with a free hand, he's got a lot of flashy circus tricks up his sleeve. ] Get back! I'm gonna light 'em up like it's a circus act! Haha! Captain Buggy impresses again! [His other hand pulls back from his slice and dice act, and he uses it to get out a torch lighter. All of these tricks are usually for the impressive, not for the survival, but today he's so glad that he's done the extra training. His mouth gets filled with the fuel, his hand holds up the torch lighter and sets it to the highest flame possible, and he blows fire at the flies.]