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[The video begins pointed at what looks to be a stone slab of some sort with an unusual symbol carved into it.]

Anyone know what this is? Or where? The SmartSnail location isn't working down here.

[That's not entirely the fault of where he's at; it's intentional on his behalf. But the question still stands. Rosinante backs away from the symbol to reveal that it's on a large stone door, then slowly rotates around his current location to show it in the video feed. He seems to be in some sort of interior - a cave, or a collapsed ruin perhaps, given how the stone surfaces look worked but worn. It's lit dimly by bioluminescence that grows on the walls themselves, twinkling and pale blue-green, and in that illumination the edges of a statue at one end of the cave is visible - a warrior, holding a chalice raised to the sky while winged people encircle him. The passageways look to continue in at least two directions and a faint buzzing is heard. Interference in the video? Or insects? Who knows, as the video ends there.]

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[While awaiting any replies, or guidance of any sort, he stays near the door and the statue for now. The buzzing hasn't stopped, even with the snail tucked away in his pocket. It's pretty down here, but he'd like to leave. Or maybe find someone else stuck down here so at least he has someone to talk to.]

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[Fate is about to get what it wants. Rosinante makes it about halfway up with only minimal struggles before he puts his weight on a rock that just isn't there, completely fails his desperate grab at a handhold when he misjudges the distance his arm can reach, and falls backwards off the rock face. He reacts quickly when he hits the ground after a short drop, and grapples his arms around a boulder before he can fully run into the rushing river. It is cold and strong and judging by the sharp pain in his back he's got a couple of new scars he's likely to add to the maze of marks across his skin, but right now he's more focused on just surviving the climb out of this place.]

I'm fine!

[He calls up, because this is not one of those falls he really expects a person to just ignore. He crawls forward until he's out of the water, and then sits down on a wet boulder and looks up at the wall, trying to evaluate a better way up.]

[Fate has it out for his friend, and while Buggy makes his best attempt to help him before he hits it's just not meant to be. Even his hands can't reach him in time, no matter how fast he shoots them out to try grab ahold. And that looks painful.

He's pretty relieved when he hears Rosinante call to him, he was starting to fret over this. He's the flashy friend that has all the advice about men, gay bars, and questionable life choices. He's not used to being the helpful, responsible friend, this is new territory to him.]

Good! That was one hell of a drop! [A pause comes. And he continues speaking at a volume just below hollering.] Okay, I know you're fine. You're always fine. You make falls flashy, you get up fast, whatever. But are you needing medical attention fine?

Nothing feels broken, if that's what you mean.

[And darkly, he thinks that if the cup needs blood after all, hey, they're in luck! Because he can feel that wet heat across his back mixing in with the cold water that hasn't quite run off yet. He just needs a moment to sit and let the shock of the fall wear off.

But then he's back on his feet, and he scrambles over the rocks for a different take on the collapsed wall. Over here will be better, right?]

That's good enough for me!

[When he sees Rosinante heading towards the rocks again, he's done. Sorry buddy, but this is a hard no without some assistance.] HEY! WAIT! [He's not going to let him fall again, next time Rosi might not get off so easily. He floats above the area Rosinante is at, and fiddles through his pockets and coat until he comes up with a rope. Which he lowers down to his companion.

See, piracy has it's perks. He's usually prepared for things. And if they need some bombs to get out? He's got tons of those too.] See if this makes it easy! Can't hurt, right?

[Oh shit, that's useful. Thank goodness Buggy had his gear on him when he got taken here. Honestly, thank goodness Buggy is here at all because there's a distinct chance that with his typical fortune, Rosinante would never have made it out of here on his own once he had climbed down. He gratefully takes hold of the rope, and gives it a tug.]

Thanks! This is perfect. You think you can hold onto it? Maybe you can anchor it to something back there.

I got it! Seriously, it's secure! I'm not going anywhere and neither is your way up! So get climbing!

[Okay this is actually making him feel better. He's got a good grip on the rope, and although there's not a great handhold nearby, he thinks he can take this weight just fine. If nothing else, it's not like he'll be bearing the burden of his enormous buddy's weight for long.]

[Rosinante absolutely wants to believe him but someone Buggy's size being able to hold his several hundred pounds of weight while he's climbing seems... Unbelievable. but he's already fallen once so if it happens again then so be it. Wouldn't be the first time.]

All right. Let me know if you need a break and I can hold onto the rocks.

[And with that he takes hold of the rope and hefts himself upward, then coils it between his feet so he can shimmy his way up it one pull at a time. It hurts like hell because of the gashes across his back, but he doesn't so much as wince. Just gotta do it.]

[Shit, how can someone that pretty weight so damn much? Probably the height, it's not gonna come without some weight too. And he'd expected him to use both ropes and rocks to get up. Shit shit shit.

But he manages okay at first at least, visibly straining, even his feet are twitching, but he's okay. Just barely, but he's okay. It's the position, the way he's holding the rope that makes this painful though. And while he thinks he can just power through he's not sure that it's a good idea to keep this up.] Shit, Rosi can you use the rocks too so I don't drop you? Hold onto the rope, and use it for support. I think I can still do this, but I'm worried that my arms are gonna fall off, and that's not flashy! Can we try a mix of both?

Oh. Sure.

[He just trusts that rope a lot more than the rocks right now, but he's really not surprised it was too much for Buggy to handle. Ropes aren't wet, they don't cause him to slip to his certain doom. They're reliable. Just gotta have a good anchor.

Since he doesn't, he keeps a solid grip with his feet as he reaches for the rock wall and braces himself against it with a decent handhold, then uses it to pull himself closer to the rock and gingerly swings both feet to the cliff face. Thankfully he doesn't have a whole lot farther to go now after that start.]

This feels stable. Rest your arms and I'll keep going when you're ready.

[Since even if not all of his weight ends up on the rope this way, it will still be a lot of it.]

[Buggy takes a minute to just rest, but it's hard to deal with just having him waiting there when he's so klutzy in general. He's worried that if he goes too long without actively helping him that Rosinante will fall again. And he's not immortal, one of these days that fate that likes him so much on his back will decide to keep him for good. And he's not gonna be a part of that happening today.

After a couple more minutes, Buggy braces himself for a flashy rescue.] Yeah, get back to it! Time to climb flashily!

I'll settle for just climbing successfully. I'll work on flashy later.

[Priorities, man. Like not getting injured worse. Law will already be ticked at him for doing something so risky.

Not much farther to go, though, he keeps reminding himself. Hand over hand, slowly, as he tries to find rocks to plant his feet on, and although he slips now and then, his hands are firmly around that rope. As he makes his way up to Buggy he finally finds himself with his feet on solid, horizontal ground at the top, and makes a grab for his coat to drape around himself, more concerned about his companion staring at old scars and new injuries than his own comfort.]

All right. Let's see if we can get this to work.

One step at a time, I guess.

[Buggy is happy for successful climbing, or happy enough to not have him back down on his back again at least. And he doesn't bother looking staring, scars happen. Rosinante has his share of them, sure. But that's not important, they have a cup to fill.] Yeah! Onward, to victory! We're gonna make a flashy escape! [And hopefully with lots of treasure to make up for the waste of time.]

I sure hope so.

[But he smiles even though he doesn't sound so sure. Buggy's enthusiasm is infectious. He wants to feel that sort of enthusiasm. He picks up his wet clothes from where they were left, shivering slightly at the feel of the cold water, then heads down the passageway toward where they had left the statue and its door. It's not a long walk and soon they stand before it once again.]

Gonna need your help again since you can reach up there. Just stick a handful of dirt in, I guess, and squeeze the water out of these. I really hope that's all it takes.

Yeah, got it. Feel special, 'cause I don't go to this kinda effort for just anyone!

[He grabs a handful of dirt up, and that he sprinkles it in with flair. Why? Because he's Buggy, that's why. And he doesn't miss a chance for a good show if he can help it, no matter how disinterested the audience might be. And then he wrings out water into it, and waits.

Please work, please work, don't let the cup need his expensive booze. Or worse, blood.]

[The showy display makes him laugh a little, as he briefly forgets the pain of his rock-slashed back and watches the impromptu magic show. And there is, in fact, a reaction - a dim glow of the chalice itself, just barely visible in the ambient light, but it quickly dies.]

Shit. Did you see that? It almost did something. Kind of looked like it wasn't strong enough though.

Yeah, that's something. Think we need more mud? [He's not sure how much more would do it, or if it's just responding to being filled with anything.]

I dunno. I think we should try a drop of the alcohol and see how it responds.

[Since yes, it could be just a reaction to anything going in. At least it's worth a test.]

Might as well! [Buggy pulls out his flask from a pocket of his coat, and then his hands make their way up to pour a little in. As minimal of a pour as he can manage, all things considered he'd rather just drink the stuff. But in the end, he'll take what he can get, because being stranded is way worse than being without booze.]

[That is sure a fitting flask for someone with clown makeup and a flair for showmanship. Sure is a theme going on here, he's learning.

As the droplet of alcohol hits the surface of the mud, the chalice lights up again, then fades just as quickly as the first time. And then it repeats - a dim, slow illumination and then darkness again.]

Oh, hell.

[An option occurs to him that he hadn't thought of before.]

[Buggy is committed to his flashy big top aesthetic if nothing else. It's go flashy or go home as far as he's concerned, and he doesn't think there's any point in a dull or simple life.

Buggy stares at the glow, this is something worth thinking about. Maybe it just needs a certain amount of liquid in it? Maybe it needs multiple types? Rosi's words drag his attention back to him though, and he turns to face his friend while he puts his flask back.] What? Beri for your thoughts? 'Cause we're not getting where we need to be, and I'm too flashy a man to die down here.

Just a guess, but based on that, we might need more liquid. More volume, more different kinds, probably both of those things.

[Blood is going to end up being involved, and he unclips his knife from a belt loop with a frown.]

Wonder if I can climb this thing without breaking it. It looks sturdy, right?

Shit. [He just doesn't like this in general. And while he's not going to stop Rosinante, he kind of wishes he was more useful here. If it was him and someone else, he'd be happy to let them climb up like an idiot and cut themselves for the cup. This is different, though. This is Rosinante. And while Buggy can bleed if injured and he'd be willing to take this on for his friend, he can't bleed while using his powers. Which would be the best way to actually get the blood up there if it was his own in tribute to the goddamn greedy mystery cup.

But it makes sense, more than one offering to the goblet to get a bigger response is probably how they'll get out. Earth, alcohol, and blood. Some of the most important substances in existence.] Maybe? I guess it's worth a shot, want me to get the rope up there for you?

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Might help if you could.

[Thank whatever god there might be that he got stuck with someone who not only apparently likes him, but who has one very useful devil fruit. It almost makes him wonder if he's needed for something; if the universe doesn't want him to just die down here after the fluke that was his return from death the first time. But no, he's not that special. He played his role and Law is alive and the rest is just him fumbling through what to do with the extra time.

Once the rope is in place he chomps his sheathed knife between his teeth - it will be easier to reach there than if he clips it back onto his pants - and hauls himself precariously up the statue. But it stays solid despite its detailed construction, less delicate than it appears, perhaps, and once he's found solid footing the few feet up he needed to climb, he draws the knife from its sheath and holds an arm over the chalice. Palm seems too delicate, too easy to slice a tendon. Finger probably isn't enough. Just another scar to add to the mess is all it is. He does hesitate briefly, then draws the knife across the underside of his arm in a swift motion and lets the blood drip into the cup.

Immediately it lights up brighter than before, and before it can fade, a second drop falls and it re-lights. Fascinated, Rosinante stays put and waits, and soon the illumination grows bright and consistent. At this point, the symbols on the door begin to brighten until they glow a brilliant blue. The door begins to shake in its frame, and then to lift from the floor, and the buzzing grows immediately louder.

As Rosinante falls his way back down to the ground in a failed attempt at climbing down, the contents of the room beyond become visible. It looks to be some sort of ancient throne room, full of cobwebs and dust. A tattered strip of fabric runs from the opening to the old wooden throne, and the runner is lined with skeletons. Eight in total, four on each side, who seem to have died curled up with hands at their throats.

And as the door finally rises to its peak and lets in a little more light, the source of the buzzing becomes more obvious as well, for at the far end of the runner, congregated before the throne, is a dense cloud of glittering green-bodied flies.]

[Buggy is actually stunned into silence at first, and that takes a lot of doing. He didn't know what to expect, he was honestly a little more concerned about Rosinante and the bleeding, doesn't the poor bastard have enough in the way of wounds? But they needed to get out, and this is one hell of a way to do it.] Shit...

[He peers into the room nervously, with an air of excitement. This does not seem safe but it also reeks of treasure. The kind of hidden goods that really make a person rich if they get their hands on them. But those flies and skeletons have him wondering if he really wants to go in at all.

He figures he's going to have to, if he wants out. You only live once, or you die in the ruins. And Buggy is way too flashy of a man to have his life end here.] H-hey, whaddaya make of it? That was a flashy show, but look at what's in there. Doesn't look good!

[Does it not? He's still kind of upside-down from his fall. But he's intensely curious, and peers through the open door once he's sitting upright, before he really gets the chance to stand. And it is a hell of a sight he's given.]

So, that's where that sound was coming from. And those skeletons... What happened in here?

[He stands slowly, afraid that too sudden a movement will attract the attention of the flies. Clustered like that, they look incredibly unnatural. And as they both watch, they merge slowly together and fade into a new form - that of an old man, crowned and pale, wearing rags instead of robes and supported by a cane rather than brandishing a sword.

It does not make him feel any more at ease.]

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cw: self-harm... for magic?

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