[There's a shirtless man in Maine, November crashed out on a park bench. He doesn't seem to be dead somehow, but given how cold it gets, surely that can't last for long! He's wearing an absolutely ridiculous orange cowboy hat, and judging by the tattoo on his left arm, his name is ASCE -- no wait, no one would tattoo their own name on themselves, would they? And especially not misspell it! But he also has an "A" belt buckle. Who knows?]
[Still, this has to be the epitome of why everyone else hates strangers, right? Probably strung out or some shit.]
[Ace kicks one of the oozing organs with his boot, and this quickly proves to be a mistake! Not only does it spill out with maggots, but the idiot is wearing board shorts and they quickly latch into his calves with sharp little fangs!!!]
Back off! [It's not clear who he's warning: the maggots, or anyone else around him, because his legs suddenly turn on fire.]
[Ace doesn't even think twice. Food is food, and it has been a very long time since he had food. He does cook his own though, because all food should be hot.]
[And he even politely offers to uh... "help?" others.] Need a light? [With a friendly carefree smile, like all this is the greatest buffet ever!]
[So needless to say; he experiences every side effect ever.]
[Stomach and intestines: He was starving, literally, they don't feed prisoners much in level six of hell. Still, if he was in his right mind, he'd remember not to overdo it and take it easy because his own stomach was going to need time to adjust. But instead, he goes at the food with a frenzied appetite only someone from his family could muster. Luckily, reckless courage is literally the story of his life, amping it up even more surprisingly doesn't do much, but if anyone else has cottoned onto effects, they might be more than a little wary about this all.]
[Brains:] Hey! SHUT UP! [Did anyone even SAY anything?] Keep that stuff to yourself, jeez!
[Heart: This is the weirdest for him and he hates it. This sudden urge to profess feelings. Why? Also. Feelings are awful. Please no feelings.] I really like meat. [Don't look at him, it's embarrassing! He might be struggling with holding back way more serious things, obviously.]
[Eyeball:] Like candy! [A lop-sided grin. They're really not. Ace isn't the type to randomly touch people though, but given his fail drunk shirtlessness....]
[Liver: He has NEVER been this drunk. Ever. Usually because his own liver is way stronger, and also he can in theory burn it off, even if he fails at it usually.] Hey, hey hey hey hey... listen... [Holds a finger over his lips and nearly up his nose, his disorientation is SEVERE.] Never do something you'll regret. So when you're a total dumbass like me... enjoy it. Because otherwise... it doesn't mean anything. Understand? It's impooooortant. [Is it though?]
Portgas D. Ace || One Piece || OTA
[There's a shirtless man in Maine, November crashed out on a park bench. He doesn't seem to be dead somehow, but given how cold it gets, surely that can't last for long! He's wearing an absolutely ridiculous orange cowboy hat, and judging by the tattoo on his left arm, his name is A
SCE -- no wait, no one would tattoo their own name on themselves, would they? And especially not misspell it! But he also has an "A" belt buckle. Who knows?][Still, this has to be the epitome of why everyone else hates strangers, right? Probably strung out or some shit.]
[Part 2: Blood, blood, everywhere]
[OOC: CW: Gore, Fire!]
[Ace kicks one of the oozing organs with his boot, and this quickly proves to be a mistake! Not only does it spill out with maggots, but the idiot is wearing board shorts and they quickly latch into his calves with sharp little fangs!!!]
Back off! [It's not clear who he's warning: the maggots, or anyone else around him, because his legs suddenly turn on fire.]
[As you do.]
[Part 3: Cannibalism]
[CW: Cannibalism, starvation.]
[Ace doesn't even think twice. Food is food, and it has been a very long time since he had food. He does cook his own though, because all food should be hot.]
[And he even politely offers to uh... "help?" others.] Need a light? [With a friendly carefree smile, like all this is the greatest buffet ever!]
[So needless to say; he experiences every side effect ever.]
[Stomach and intestines: He was starving, literally, they don't feed prisoners much in level six of hell. Still, if he was in his right mind, he'd remember not to overdo it and take it easy because his own stomach was going to need time to adjust. But instead, he goes at the food with a frenzied appetite only someone from his family could muster. Luckily, reckless courage is literally the story of his life, amping it up even more surprisingly doesn't do much, but if anyone else has cottoned onto effects, they might be more than a little wary about this all.]
[Brains:] Hey! SHUT UP! [Did anyone even SAY anything?] Keep that stuff to yourself, jeez!
[Heart: This is the weirdest for him and he hates it. This sudden urge to profess feelings. Why? Also. Feelings are awful. Please no feelings.] I really like meat. [Don't look at him, it's embarrassing! He might be struggling with holding back way more serious things, obviously.]
[Eyeball:] Like candy! [A lop-sided grin. They're really not. Ace isn't the type to randomly touch people though, but given his fail drunk shirtlessness....]
[Liver: He has NEVER been this drunk. Ever. Usually because his own liver is way stronger, and also he can in theory burn it off, even if he fails at it usually.] Hey, hey hey hey hey... listen... [Holds a finger over his lips and nearly up his nose, his disorientation is SEVERE.] Never do something you'll regret. So when you're a total dumbass like me... enjoy it. Because otherwise... it doesn't mean anything. Understand? It's impooooortant. [Is it though?]