Buguese stood outside the mansion, studying it. While it may have once been prosperous, it was nearly as depressing as Mantid-sama's castle. The biggest difference was, this world still had a sun. He scowled at it hatefully. Why did the humans have what the Insectors couldn't?

Buguese was glad to finally be leaving from the snow. He despised being on the train anyway, but having to deal with that weather made it much worse. As for the shoveling, he regretted volunteering for that. He hated having to associate with those incompetent Earthens ( Read more... )

There was nothing pleasant about this location where the train had stopped. It only served to make Buguese more bitter of what his people were suffering back at home, a suffering that he could no longer do a thing about. In a world without sun, it was always cold and miserable like this place appeared to be ( Read more... )

A singing competition?! What was this nonsense? Not only was Buguese taken prisoner on a train, but now he was being toyed with. Whether or not he enjoyed singing (naturally, he didn't) this was inexcusable. Buguese didn't recognize the song he was supposed to be singing, nor the name of the person he would be singing with. Well, good. It would be ( Read more... )

Buguese sat in his room, pondering. He had no idea where he currently was, or why, but he intended to find out. As the highest of the Big Four, and second only to Mantid-sama himself, his presence in the Inner World was vital. And from as much as he could gather this was most certainly not in the Inner World. He was somehow in the world of the ( Read more... )

As he'd been doing basically nothing on the train lately (which was exactly what he wanted) all he was left to was his thoughts. Of course, that bought about the guilt. If he couldn't do a thing for his people, or even protect Aqune, he at least hoped to be competent in his skills, so when he was inevitably demoted once returning, he could work his ( Read more... )

The train had stopped moving again, but there didn't seem to be anything worthwhile here for Buguese to do. Not that there was anything worthwhile on the train either, but at least if he stayed on the train, he likely wouldn't be bothered by anyone (or thing) he didn't already know. He hated to deal with humans to begin with, but at least the ones ( Read more... )

Because it wasn't particularly crowded at the moment, Buguese decided to get something to eat from the dining cart. It disgusted him in a way that this place had no limits on food, while people in his land were starving and miserable. Having briefly been home, he was reminded very much of that fact ( Read more... )

Buguese didn't have a clue what he was doing back on the dreaded train, though now in a different room, but at the moment, he didn't care about the reasoning. Only the vengeance, both for himself and Aqune. She hadn't mentioned where she'd been when she suddenly returned after suddenly disappearing. Sure, she was always quiet, but he knew she was ( Read more... )

Buguese hadn't wanted to touch whatever new magic had been bought to the train. By this point, he knew better than to believe it was more than an ordinary mirror, but still, he didn't want to use any of the conductor's help, and he didn't doubt there could be some kind of catch to using it.

However, he couldn't stand not knowing what was going on in ( Read more... )