Clown Door

Through the door Nami surreally stepped into the streets of a town under a clear blue sky. The houses though small were many as they lined the landscape, creating a sort of architectural maze.

“What… what is this?” she asked aloud, walking along in awe at the impossible scenery around her.

“GYAAAH!” suddenly screamed a familiar voice, and in the horizon she saw one of the last pirates she had expected to see.

“Buggy…” she grimaced.

“Nami! You’re here for my treasure, aren’t you?” The pirate clown scowled, whipping out his trademark knives in both hands. “Come to think of it, I still owe you quite a bit from our last encounter.”

Nami stepped backwards, ready to run, but was cut off as the sound of more footsteps arrived behind her. Looking back, she saw Mohji the Beast Tamer and his lion, Richie, standing beside Kabaji who was sitting on top of his unicycle.

In an instant Nami whipped out her climactact, twirling the baton in her hands as she prepared for battle. "I'm not sure what's going on, but if there's treasure involved, I'm not going to lose!"

"YOU'VE ALREADY LOST!" A shadowed appeared above, the figure of a person on a unicycle diving downwards as his sword cut down to cleave Nami in two. But instead of ripping through flesh, he found that the woman he had cut had faded away like mist. "What?!"

"Mirage Tempo: Fata Morgana." Nami reappeared from what appeared to be thin air, behind her flickering form followed four duplicates of herself. "Be careful of thunder clouds overhead."

On cue the acrobat looked up, just in time to see a bolt of lighting plummet into his gaping jaw. His body burnt black fell to the ground, Kabaji the Acrobat having been defeated before he could even be introduced.

"Thunder-Bolt Tempo." Nami grinned, all five of her copies holding their weapon out in challenge. "Last chance to give up?"

"Don't get cocky, girl!" Buggy remained confident despite the loss of one of his officers. "BARA BARA FESTIVAL!" His body split into countless pieces, all the while laughing at his self-supposed genius. "Even if there's five of you, it doesn't matter if I can hit all of you at once, right?"

In a whirlwind of body parts, the clown tore through the mirage. But that was all he could accomplish. None of them were real.

"The storm isn't over yet," the thief reappeared, her staff cutting away her invisible cloak. "Thunder-Bolt Tempo." Again the black clouds above struck down, and with a pained howl all of Buggy's pieces fell to the ground in a black smoking pile of limbs.

The navigator turned towards her remaining foe. The lion tamer stood in shock. His lion stood in a daze, his focus absent.

She could finish them off now, or simply leave and call it a win.