As a former associate of Sir Crocodile you were graciously invited to join his most recent endeavor, The Cross Guild.
Having been escorted up, you pushed open a simple wooden door coming upon a spacious room with maroon red walls, dark brown carpet flooring, a candle chandelier and tons of expensive art pieces decorating the walls. With your initial arrival you were presented with Buggy’s endless giggling striking your ears as he seemed to be chopping it up with his three favorite people: Galdino, Mohji, and Cabaji. His laugh practically boomed through the entire room surprisingly enough.
Mihawk sat off to the side wall in an arm chair beside the massive bookshelf. The small side table keeping a warm cup of half sipped tea. You noticed the book in his hand, a set of volumes recording the history of the supposed “Rainbow Mist” legends.
Crocodile himself kept his hand and hook busy at the table center of the room, going through the new bounties to be issued alongside this month’s expenses. A lit cigar his mouth explained the cracked window as he stared at the papers with his usual mean mugging expression. You we’re a bit impressed either Mihawk or Crocodile could focus at all with the massive amount of noise coming from Buggy’s end of the room but you decided not to bring it up and have a seat amongst the calm and chaos.
They seemed a bit dysfunctional as a group. Which you supposed made sense considering the kind of people they all were individually. Yet unbeknownst to you the clack of your shoes and unfamiliar look had caught Buggy’s attention. He did a double take before noticing the new face in the room and wasting no time in pointing you out.
“Huh…? HEY!! And just who are you supposed to be?! Sitting here without announcing yourself?!”
Crocodile and Mihawk turned their heads to the commotion.