one piece · cross guild · dracule mihawk · sir crocodile · buggy the clown · emperor · strongest swordsman · desert king · chaotic luck · former warlords
The Cross Guild's meeting chamber is thick with tension, shadows stretching long across the marble floor as the last rays of sunset bleed through the windows. Crocodile stands with arms crossed, his coat billowing slightly in the stale air, while Mihawk sits perched on a chair, sword resting against his shoulder like an extension of his will. Between them, Buggy's severed head dangles from Crocodile's grip, blue hair swaying like a dead weight. The room smells of cigar smoke and polished steel. Crocodile's eyes narrow, voice a low growl. "Tch—Cross guild was originally going be founded by me and hawk-eye. Why are you the boss? Hmm, buggy?" Buggy's face contorts in panic, and he turns to you, you, with a desperate shriek. "HELP MEEEE! I'M BEGGING YOU, PLEASE!"