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☠ 1st Haunt ☠ - [Voice | Action]
[Waking up in a forest is definitely not a common occurrence for Perona. She remembers being in Sabaody, moping bidding that green-haired imbecile goodbye once and for all. For a moment, Perona thinks she's been blindsided by auctioneers, and sits up straight, hands flying to her neck, thankfully finding nothing there. She heaves a huge sigh of relief, and actually begins to look around her.]
...This isn't-- [Fluttering, and an all too familiar aching on her back clue the young woman in, and her teeth grind together as she reaches back gingerly and feels feathers.] Mmhhrm...it would by my luck to be brought back, wouldn't it? Now where is that stupid boo--Bearsy! They didn't take you awa--eh? Oh, there it is! You were holding my journal for me like a good boy.
[And finally, after removing her journal from the back zipper pouch of her stuffed teddy, Perona's face comes into the journal camera's viewfinder, looking rather unimpressed.] Oi, I've come back. Can someone tell me the date, and who's still here that I may know? You Straw Hat people, too, check in as soon as possible if you're still here! And anyone else from the grand Line, for that matter.
[Though Perona's not going to be too talkative right away. She snaps her journal shut and sends out a hollow scout up into the air, to scour the area from above. Seeing through its eyes, she heads toward the direction of the plaza, grumbling as she goes. Why did she have to come back here?! She was finally home! So...s-so what if she was alone there now, at least she was on the sea, and she had a ship, and she was safe, and--]
I wonder if he's...mm.
[When she does finally get to the clothing shop and into her clothes (after a lot of searching and hissing at how her hat could have gotten crushed under a mountain of other clothes), Perona exits the store and snaps opens her parasol. That should help keep the sun off her now, not that it'd do much good now after all that walking and floating she did. Stupid Luceti.]
How annoying, being back here again... My room had better still be unoccupied.
...This isn't-- [Fluttering, and an all too familiar aching on her back clue the young woman in, and her teeth grind together as she reaches back gingerly and feels feathers.] Mmhhrm...it would by my luck to be brought back, wouldn't it? Now where is that stupid boo--Bearsy! They didn't take you awa--eh? Oh, there it is! You were holding my journal for me like a good boy.
[And finally, after removing her journal from the back zipper pouch of her stuffed teddy, Perona's face comes into the journal camera's viewfinder, looking rather unimpressed.] Oi, I've come back. Can someone tell me the date, and who's still here that I may know? You Straw Hat people, too, check in as soon as possible if you're still here! And anyone else from the grand Line, for that matter.
[Though Perona's not going to be too talkative right away. She snaps her journal shut and sends out a hollow scout up into the air, to scour the area from above. Seeing through its eyes, she heads toward the direction of the plaza, grumbling as she goes. Why did she have to come back here?! She was finally home! So...s-so what if she was alone there now, at least she was on the sea, and she had a ship, and she was safe, and--]
I wonder if he's...mm.
[When she does finally get to the clothing shop and into her clothes (after a lot of searching and hissing at how her hat could have gotten crushed under a mountain of other clothes), Perona exits the store and snaps opens her parasol. That should help keep the sun off her now, not that it'd do much good now after all that walking and floating she did. Stupid Luceti.]
How annoying, being back here again... My room had better still be unoccupied.
[voice]
Yeah, no way. Did you get any lighter?
[Voice] - 1/2
Ding!]
[Voice] - 2/2
Oh, I haven't had the time to make sure... But have become stronger. Shall we see how much so by testing how long it takes for a swarm of my hollows to find you, rude boy?
[Voice]
... he really doesn't want to get negatized again though.]
You're really older, huh. [what a perfect segue.] You look different.
[Voice]
I've matured it comes with age for most. ...A pity you won't get to experience it for yourself, Puppy-chan.
[Voice]
uh i mean]
You're still Perona.
[Voice]
[GOD, JUST TELL HER WHAT YOU WANT AND GO AWAY. Perona has yet to get settled back in and she hasn't the time to be dealing with annoying little pests like you.]
[Voice]
I mean, you could be an old ugly hag and you'd still be Perona. You're not any different at all.
[HE
KIND OF
MISSED HER
NOT REALLY SORT OF HE DID ACTUALLY]
[Voice]
Oh my god.
He's just like Zoro.
How could she not have seen it before?! Ugh. They're almost identical in how she wants to just...just rip them limb from limb and make them feel as miserable as humanly possible for the rest of their meaningless little lives. Yet she can't. WHY CAN'T SHE?! Perona's still trying to figure that out, and it's really beginning to infuriate her how little answers are coming up to that question.]
Neither are you. You're still a grimy little boy with no manners! And quite a large mouth... [That's going to get you in trouble some day.] Noisy puppy!
[Voice]
I am not a puppy! Quit calling me that, you stupid old hag!
[Voice]
...If you say that about me one more time, I really will send my ghosts after you, nor will I care what happens or which ones I send after you. Don't try my patience, puppy, I want to get my clothes and go home. I'm tired enough as it is and I don't need to have to deal with your yelping either! If you have anything important to say, say it, otherwise I don't care.