deadlyjuliet | ♥1 audio

Current Location: middle of the ocean

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[The journal clicks on with the sound of a chainsaw dying away in the background.]

Augh, Will, are we done yet? I swear, this sea water is wrecking havoc on my--

...

[The sound of water and waves and not much else follows for a moment.]

Where...? ...! Where are all the bodies?! And the ice?! WILLIAM, DID YOU JUST LEAVE ME IN THIS BOAT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ATLANTIC?! WILL?! RONALD! Ronald Knox, so help me, if you took off just because of a little overtime, I am going to---!! Ugh! Will! Wii---

...ngs?

...Why.....do I have wings? ...WHERE THE BLOODY HELL IS MY SHIRT?!

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You think so? Must be different in my world.

Oh, it was more women in general. Which is a pirate hobby.

Edited 2012-03-05 12:26 (UTC)

Mm, perhaps. [She twirls a strand of red hair around her finger.]

So I've heard. You pirates are famous for--

[Wait.]

...World?

Are we now? [Amused grin at that.]

Right, Luceti, that's this world, takes people from a bunch of different worlds. Or time periods. Sometimes even people who are dead in their world show up very much alive here. No worries, they aren't zombies though, eh? [A momentary sad frown, and he glances out in the water as though checking where they're going.] It's just part of that time thing.

....Nn...The dead come back here to be alive again, do they? [Grell leans back a little, studying her nails. That would explain why she is here; but not the wings or the unceremonious entrance.] A matter of people being stolen from their time periods...?

[She clicks her tongue against her teeth.]

Unpleasant business this shall be.

[Very wary now, though it doesn't show in his deadpan, even still friendly tone.]

Well, think about it. Everyone dies sometime, if you're playing with skipping around and dragging in hundreds of people from a different time, to a lot of the people from the future, everyone from the past is already dead.

Why business? Thinking of going after the Malnosso?

Hm? Oh, no, not at all. Don't mind me, I was simply thinking aloud. It must be terribly confusing with all this time skipping going on and other worlds and such.

[Gathering information? Not her favorite thing, but eventually someone is going to have to die here and, well, that's when she comes in.]

Not to mention times are different world to world. It's 1522 where I'm from, 1524 to some of my friends form there, and 1900 something for other worlds, or 700 something for others. It's a mess.

........... [Wow, okay, what. She was thinking it was just a few years, not like...centuries. Great. Grell sighs and puts a hand over her eyes.]

I can just feel the headache building. Why in the world are we being sent to a place like this? It's not as if the people here are Bizarre Dolls, right? No zed-words about?

From what I can guess about those words; no. Nothing like that.

People here are like you or me, or just other people from other worlds in general, eh? No zed-words. Just superfluous wings and a barcode. [Points to the wings, and barcode on his neck.]

[It's familiar. The wings, the barcode, the strange situation - the smell of the sea - the people.... Grell shakes her head and puts a hand to her forehead.]

I must have been at sea longer than I thought.....

But I see. So it's simply a freak show and we are the freaks.

[Arches an eyebrow. Having been part of a freak show his whole life, and tattoo-wearing member of the biggest collection of freaks and weirdos there are...]

If you want to see it that way. It's not exactly on show though.

Mincing of words. I mean no disrespect by it to be certain.

[Waves a hand to say "no worries."]

It's fine, just not all of us can be as beautiful as you, eh?

[~~Why can't Smoker flirt like this.~~]

[Haaaaaa....Yeah, Smoker, learn from this guy.]

Dangerous territory you're treading on today, Blue Bird.

Always. I'm a pirate after all. I live for the danger.

Nfu, live and die for it, hm?

[Ah, hey, there's the shore up ahead. Still a ways away, but it can be seen finally.]

Anything here to keep you on your toes?

My little brother is always a hassle.

Why, are you offering Kitten?

Only if you think you could handle the sort of trouble I bring, love.

[Challenge accepted, Marco. What are you doing.]

[Smirks.]

I've handled red-heads and dangerous woman before. You don't have any powers of earthquakes tucked in that nonexistent skirt, do you? [Because he could handle that too....]

And what of dangerous red-heads, hm? [She crosses her legs under the coat, smiling.]

You'd have to find out for yourself if you wanted to know what's under my skirts, dearest.

One of the pirate emperors is one such dangerous red-head.

[Amused grin at that.] Is that an invitation?

Well, then you have practice.

As for invitations? Let's see how you fare in getting me to town first.

I do that.

Well, luckily for me we're almost at land. [But he keeps on rowing~]

[Lucky, lucky. She sits back, watching the surroundings as they pull in closer to the shore, realizing that none of this looks familiar at all. Definitely not the shores near England, not even anywhere in Europe. Maybe there was something to this other world theory, even if the people here were lying about her being here before. They had to be. None of it even looked remotely familiar. She looks back to Marco.]

So, is this village you all reside in a seaside affair or must we walk?

There's a short cut, but yes, we have to walk, sorry.

Welcome to Luceti Island. And I call it that not because it's surrounded by ocean, but cut off by the barrier.

[Hops out when then get close enough and and pulls the boat up to shore.]

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