[Action/Accidental Voice]
[LUCETI. Luceti, Brook has been pretty tolerant of your shenanigans in comparison to some. BUT THIS IS WHERE HE DRAWS THE FREAKING LINE. With a ten foot pole, mind you. And it's all because of:]
AHHH! MONSTERS!
[Being chased by demon dogs was not on his list of things he wanted to do today. Or giant bunnies with blades.
Eventually he remembers that he has a sword himself and sets to fighting them. As quickly as possible because nngh. Scary. Feel free to run into him at any point as he does so.
Or.
You might just see him when he's cutting through the ruins that used to be the plaza. But if you do, you were probably watching this. Sadly, their little dance number is interrupted by Brook's freak out - which his journal is more than happy to record.]
ZOMBIES?!
Wh-What are zombies doing here?! AHH - THERE ARE ZOMBIES HERE! I HAVE TO HIDE. I HAVE TO RUN AND THEN HIDE!
S-Salt. I should find salt - WAIT, THERE ISN'T ANY SALT LEFT, IS THERE?! AHH, THIS IS TERRIBLE!
[Meanwhile, in the background, the zombies are screaming just as much as Brook is and taking off in all directions.
Though a few do make one particular stop before they go.]
Hey! Hey guys! Isn't that Pervsalom's wife?
Hey, it is! Let's get her!
[It is punctuated by a very familiar shriek from Nami that puts a short pause to Brook's panic attack. Unfortunately, by that point, most of the zombies have vanished.]
Was that...?
[So it is. JOURNAL OFF.]