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 Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 9:36 pm
"Is there an echo?" the Captain blinked several times, glancing about as if he sincerely expected there to be... er... an echo in physical presence, perhaps - thoroughly ignoring, as ever, the dark look from the boy. He was still fair certain the lad wasn't sober enough to run him through, and annoyance prooobably wasn't impetus enough for William to draw his sword but considering circumstances, perhaps he ought to take a step back. Which he did, though masked it in an attempt to glance about a corner for more evidence of any such echo-made-flesh.
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 9:52 pm
"Why are you...getting your bearings...in my home?" Will inquired through slightly clenched teeth, watching Jack's movements. His tone implied that he didn't expect the Captain to be around here often enough to know his way around. Or to be here ever again. A naive assumption, to be sure, but one needed dreams.
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 10:02 pm
((*chuckled aloud at 'one needed dreams'* Oh, poor Will xD))
"I'm taking it into my responsibility to measure the relative safety of these fine accomodations," Jack Sparrow said most cheerily, still thoroughly ignoring the clenched teeth et cetera. If he'd balked at such actions his entire life he wouldn't be here now. ....Perhaps not the best of phrasing, considering the situation as it stood. But regardless!
Then he shot a strange look at the boy, as if it were William who was intruding, "You seem familiar enough with the setting already, what are you still out here for? Off to bed with ye, lad."
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 10:11 pm
(He has no love for Jack right now. XD;;
Is it...bad that I can totally picture that last look? *snicker*)
Will decided against asking why exactly Jack needed to do something like that narrowing his eyes into the bargin. After a moment, he sighed in an exhasperated manner and shook his head. Again, just a tiny bit less angrily, he nodded his head curtly. "Good day."
The boy then turned and made his way haltingly up the stairs, forgetting one key thing: it was a terrible idea to leave Jack to his own devices, especially in the building in which Will resided.
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 10:39 pm
((Posting from mule, looking for new clothes with it - just to let ye know xD
The lack of affection for Jack is not an uncommon trend among those he interacts with regularly >>))
The Captain watched the boy leave with scrutinizing gaze, until he was absolutely certain he'd departed. For no particular reason other than that he was afraid William might change his mind and stay the course of attempting to chase him out. Not as though it woud change his mind or his actions, however...
As soon as the boy was out of sight and out of mind Jack commenced with the exploring - the bloody traitor was here somewhere, and finding out where he slept was a good first step. Though subsequent steps remained something of a mystery. Not so terrible, he didn't always have a plan. A goal would suffice.
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 10:48 pm
(I figuuuured. XDD
...I wonder why? XD;
I totally giggled at that last part. Should I make it easy on him?)
The lobby obviously held no sleeping quarters whatsoever. Interestingly enough, off to one side was a lounge with a bar, through an open doorway. There was someone in there, humming to himself and moving around behind the bar. It didn't sound like the ex-Commadore.
There was a small counter at on the other end of the lobby, currently unoccupied by anyone.
And then there were the stairs that Will had disappeared up.
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 11:21 pm
((My Audiluff is so brilliant xD
I dunno. Must be the smell >>
Up to you? xD Whatever strikes yer fancy/funny bone :3))
Disinclined to think of the traitorous ex-commodore as the humming type (as he would continue to think unless convinced under excruciating circumstances), Jack Sparrow declined to investigate further. If he remembered the architecture of the typical landlocked locations (which he did) then the rooms for sleeping would be... well, yes, up the stairs William had so gracefully ascended.
It wasn't as if the boy would be lurking about, just waiting for him to come snooping. No, the boy was too tired and too drunk to remember the Captain's habits. ...The boy must really be hammered o_O
Thus did the Captain ascend the stairs in typical haphazard, half-drunken manner - though he managed to make it to the top and saunter about the following floors in a manner that he presumed to be unremarkable. Though given that this was Captain Jack Sparrow, any such hope of anonymity was pretty much out the window.
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 11:53 pm
The first floor yielded nothing in particular - there was, towards the beginning of the hall, a purple haired wolf with his arms wrapped around a little pale kitten, standing halfway out of the door (X3) but...well, no Commadore.
The second floor was deadly silent.
And the third floor...
Two very familiar figures, one a good deal taller than the other were seated with their backs to the hallway, at the very end where there was a small lounge-type area, though barely that. It consisted of a couch and two chairs. The two Englishmen were talking in low voices, paying no attention to their surroundings.
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 9:50 am
There were several ways by which a man could attempt to describe the type and intensity of the things now foremost in the Captain's thoughts. Mindless rage, perhaps. Or unspeakable anger. Or even an intense and undeniable desire to do some very wicked things to exact... revenge. Two syllables. The crux of the matter. A practice Captain Jack Sparrow had refined into a veritable art.
And just as an artist pines for his medium when parted from it for long, so now Jack felt an itch in his fingers and scratching certainty in the back of his mind that he wanted very much to do something very, very bad.
On the bright side, the midget's presence suggested his death. Which was a nice thought, though a little disappointing, as while Jack had known for a fact that it was most certainly coming to the pompous miniature man, he was also fair certain Beckett's demise hadn't had very much to do with him. Well then. Time to see what could be done post mortem.
But first things first.
A plan? Why bother with one? He was always most brilliant on the fly.
Though he had paused for quite a while, watching in pose and uncharacteristic collected calm as he weighed the matter and opportunity, the Captain wasted no time now on sauntering towards the lounge at the end, making no attempt to either conceal his presence nor announce it with any particular voracity, finally announcing his arrival with a bowing pose in the doorway, "Hallo Brutus, Iscariot - enjoying our respective stays in hell, are we?" The look on Jack's face was not a grin, though his teeth were bared. Neither was it a grimace. Something... vaguely predatorial to the cast of his features now. Displeased, to say the least - though perhaps a little maniacally gleeful at the opportunity.
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 2:27 pm
That voice.
That. Voice. He knew that Turner was here, simply because he and the boy had apartments that were right next to eachother, but it didn't necessarily follow that where Turner was, Sparrow also had to be. They were companions, but not inseperable ones. Besides, Turner had curtly informed him - with an angryindignant tone, which the navy man had assumed was because it was him enquiring - that Jack had died.
And yet, here he was. >> The pirate was as bad as a cockroach. Teeth gritted together, he turned around in his seat, hand already on the hilt of his sword, quite ready to fight Sparrow, and even more so when he saw that look in the man's eyes. "Sparrow." He spit out.
...Well well well. It had been...quite a while since he last heard Jack Sparrow's voice. The second wolf was quite possibly even less eager to see the pirate than the first, but unlike his counterpart, Lord Cutler Beckett turned around in an easy, languid movement, the most irritatingly calm look on his face for a man who absolutely loathed the sight of the pirate before him. "I have to wonder what on Earth you are babbling about." Cutler drawled.
And yet...his finger was indeed curled around the trigger of an exquisite little snubnose revolver, not yet pointing at the pirate but held against his chest with all the lazy, powerful grace of a feline.
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 3:29 pm
Unfortunately for Beckett, what would undoubtedly be interpreted as smooth, dangerous warning signals by most other savvy individuals, Jack Sparrow's brand of savvy defined the blatant display of weapon as the sloppy and downright offensive aggression of a stubby kitten. He would've done better to remember that bullets were bullets, regardless of their origin.
The ex-commodore's reaction was a great deal more gratifying, as was the fact that the first reaction on both wolves' parts had been to reach for a weapon. The midget's calm, however... diamond could've ground in the grit of Jack's clenched teeth, though his expression was a little nearer a smirk than it had been before.
Tipping his hat and not bothering to reach for his own weapon, the Captain moved with no particular stiff nor aggressive movements to a chair opposite the couch, "I was inquiring after the wellness of your respective beings," he explained airily, at the last moment deciding to put it between himself and his current two least favorite individuals rather than to flop upon it. "In specific hopes of finding those respective states respectively lacking as such."
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 3:54 pm
"Quite fine, so sorry to disappoint." Cutler continued to drawl, turning back around and leaning back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest and raising a delicate eyebrow at the pirate. There was a woooooorld of seething hate under that fine veneer of civility, but he wasn't going to let Jack see that.
"What are you here for, Sparrow?" Norrington wasn't in the mood - would probably never be in the mood, come to that - to bandy words with this particular pirate, and he'd rather have the man's purpose out in the open as soon as possible so that they could deal with him and have done. "I can't imagine that you would come here for conversation.
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 4:15 pm
It would have been an uplifting pleasure to see the midget lose his cool. One that might even move the Captain to convert. For a little bit. Well, maybe just do something unforgiveable in a nunnery.--That look, to see Beckett's world crumble all at once, that was a sight he would sacrifice a great deal to see.
"The original intention of my interloping was to find where you slept, Commodore," the way Jack employed the title was thoroughly mocking, though he maintained a jovial, even good-natured tone to contrast, "And to subsequently devise a way to first humiliate then murder you most foully." A dramatic pause, and an almost thoughtful look, "In the meantime - I shall suffer your company and keep more private business private."
And with that he sat down, grinning once more, though the dark cast to it had far from left his face.
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 7:15 pm
"Mmm. Actually, it's Admiral now." Taking his cue from Cutler, Norrington had settled down a bit, had bitten back his loathing for Jack to become a bit more civil. Hard to do, however, when the pirate so blantantly said things like that. He knew they were meant to shock him, to make him angry and snarling. And James wasn't as unflappable as his employer, so it did in fact make him grind his teeth and glare at Jack.
"...How long, exactly, do you intend to...ah...submit yourself to our torturous presence?" Cutler asked blithely, still calm and polite, if a bit sarcastic. He crossed his legs, completely at ease. Or so it seemed.
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 7:51 pm
"And for a time it was neither," Jack said rather charmingly, "Or 'cabin boy', for a stint." A thinly veiled reference to yes-you-were-in-my-employ-you-traitorous-dog, deigning to ignore all circumstances involving a certain pact and one hundred certain souls. He was acutely aware of how much easier it was to throw the ex-commodore (Use a new and vaguely positive, bought title? Ha!) than his.....
.........
His two least favorite individuals. Talking together. Because... ah. Yes. Unspecified details came to light and for a moment Jack's eyes glowed malevolent before dissipating back to merely vexing.
"Let me know when I'm intruding," he countered in mimicking blitheness to the midget, clear from his tone that he'd do nothing in the name of not intruding after that point had been reached.
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