They're Coming to Get You, Guybrush!

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

Who: Guybrush, and Others.
Where: Prompt A: In his apartment. Prompt B: Any given place around town, but especially Sagittarius and Virgo
Summary: Guybrush Threepwood, Jumpy Pirate.
Warnings: Connected to the Scorpio event.
A: [PUBLIC; Apartment Libra |5-04]

The sound of things being shifted around can be heard in Guybrush's apartment. It's hard to imagine what he could be doing in there, but he's not coming out either way. Is he redecorating or something? The door's locked, so if anybody wants to ask about it, knocking is a requirement. What IS he doing in there?

B: [PUBLIC; Around town]

Anybody who's gotten to know Guybrush at all knows the guy tends to prefer using extremely convoluted solutions to things before he dares dream of using something like a weapon. Yet here he is, hitting up all the weapon stores in town, trying to haggle folks down and interest them in trades for "something that's real good against intruders." And failing, generally, because mostly what he's got is an assortment of useless junk. Well, and a sword, which you'd think is good against intruders, but apparently isn't good ENOUGH. Every so often, too, he's peeking around corners as if expecting something to jump out.

VERY weird.

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[themortalhalf]

You know who lurks in Sagittarius? This guy.

When it isn't being overrun by punks, it's a quieter place than most. Crowds are starting to make him edgier, and he can't quite pinpoint a reason why—like he's expecting something to happen that never does. Hell, it's starting to feel like he's stuck in Tartarus, body always on high alert with senses sharper than they have to be, straining at their metaphorical seams.

It's making him anxious, and while he's doing better at keeping that anxiousness below the surface, hidden, he's quickly discovering walking around Hinoto-ri is only making it worse—not better. It's doing little to relieve the paranoid stress that's building a sizable knot in his gut.

Don't mind Shinjiro though as he emerges suddenly out of an uninhabited alleyway.

Or do.

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

Cue a strangled scream, followed by the emergence of a very, very large... chicken. Gee, I wonder who that could be.

"Oh, geez, it's you! Don't scare me like that!"

[themortalhalf]

Guybrush isn't the only one that nearly jumps out of his skin. Shinjiro reflexively steps back nearer to the wall, his posture both equally defensive and aggressive. The appearance of Guybrush's Persona does little to help with the reaction, and there's a minute when Shinjiro's shoulders tense, and he feels Castor's presence surface sharply, like a dog jolted from slumber by an intruder, now lunging forward, only to be pulled back by a short chain until it's choked back into complacency. It's only when Shinjiro realizes just who he's facing that some of the tenseness fades. If this keeps happening, he's going to return to his apartment with one hell of the migraine.

Shinjiro grimaces then, voice coming out as a rough, sullen growl. "What the hell are you even doing out here?" he says, something in his rigid posture still wary, especially when his eyes drift again over to the Persona. "Shit, put that thing away before you scare somebody."

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

"Oh, me? Not much. Checking the place out. Exploring. Preparing for the oncoming demonic armageddon I'm pretty sure is waiting in the wings as we speak." He pouts. "Or trying to, anyway. Why are weapons always so darned expensive, anyway?"

El Pollo Diablo, much to everybody's relief, goes back into the head where it belongs.

[themortalhalf]

The thought of armageddon makes his eyes narrow, but he says nothing, writing it off as the pirate being his usual "humorous" self. "Since when do weapons come cheap?" Though then again, the idiot probably steals his. "What're you looking for?"

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

"Generally, anything better built than a pirate sword to fend off the oncoming doom hoards that are clearly coming for us all," he replies, completely matter of factly.

"Oh, and don't write off the cheap ones too much. I got mine from the bottom of a harbor. Still works!"

[themortalhalf]

He grimaces.

Stop feeding into his paranoia, bro. He's a leo just like you.

"Then use that if you can't afford another." Though looking around here for a weapon isn't a bad idea. The rough crowd around here likes to make weapons stashes thicker than a rat's nest, but you have to be confident enough to risk getting jumped. "But try the stalls in Virgo. They like to sell shit the tide dragged in from hell knows where."

Or maybe he could whine Q's ear off until he got something. He had been handing out weapons before.

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

Knowing Guybrush, he probably doesn't even notice there's a problem. "Hmm. Couldn't hurt. I do have a pot of oil if worse comes to worse. Though it's kinda pointless with fire and/or a convenient place to send terrible monsters slipping off into a deep pit or something." He scratches his head. "Either way, gotta be prepared! Something big and BAD's coming up, and I'm gonna be ready for it!"

[themortalhalf]

And he will never know there is a problem. He just continues to grimace like a natural. Moves a little further out of the alleyway.

"And? What makes you so sure?"

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

"Pure pirate intuition," he replies, tapping his forehead. "I've got a sixth sense for these sorts of things, and right now it's running around in circles screaming death and mayhem. CLEARLY something big's gonna happen."

[themortalhalf]

As much as he'd like to call the other man out on his paranoia, he can't. Hell, it wasn't even a bad leap in logic considering the circumstances. Demons roaming the streets, and that city in Gemini that was far too much like Tartarus.

"Maybe." Better to be cautious, anyway. Tch. "You want a different weapon that badly?"

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

"Well, at least something with a little less stabbity and a bit more 'kaboom,' or sweep, or something. Besides, what if the sword breaks? Then I'm really doomed!" He nods sagely. "Yep! In times like these, it's best to be prepared."

[themortalhalf]

"Maybe you should just stick with a sword." If Guybrush refers to bombs and other weapons like that, should he really be allowed to use one? Might just hurt himself. And if he's so paranoid about his sword breaking (must be a really shitty sword), he probably shouldn't be fighting at all.

Didn't he have a sensing Persona anyway?

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

More like a "Cut and run" Persona. "Well, if you think so. I AM an expert at the art of insult sword-fighting. Do you think demons can be insulted?" he wonders, scratching his head.

[themortalhalf]

He just pauses and stares at him for two very long seconds. "You saying you want to try?"

His answer being yes, he's sure they can. Insulted by something Guybrush says, however, is another matter entirely.

[a_pirate_meant_to_be]

"If it comes down to it. A good insult can throw anybody off their guard, you know."

Surprisingly, when actually put to the test, Guybrush can be a really GOOD insulter. An expert these days, really.