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Character(s): Jack Sparrow, Luxord, Himura Kenshin, and anyone who wants to join in the thread :3
Content: Jack's lost, and he's looking for people to talk to. Because.
Setting: Near the Grand Central Station, and he wanders
Time: Monday Morning
Warnings: Really, this is Jack Sparrow we're talking about. What's not to warn?

Well, Jack was in a right pickle. Straying from the quaint man in green and his merry little band of friends - he supposed the small white-haired spawn of Commodore Beckett probably was considered as one as well - he wandered into the city, his attention momentarily caught by a few busty wenches before the jingle of jewels distracted him promptly, which led him to discreetly pocket a few of the gems that were hanging around in this treasure city.

It wasn't like anyone would miss them, would they? Besides, he'd always just say that his fingers slipped, and...well, he'd think about that when he actually got caught. No sense worrying about something that silly right now.

Whistling a jaunty tune that he'd made up on the spot, the captain's kohl-lined eyes wandered, taking in the sights and sounds of such a curious little city, and wondering how long it would take to ransack this beautiful place and make off with it to the nearest exit before they caught him. Then again, it was not like he had the Black Pearl waiting for him now.

Feeling a faint sadness in his chest - he really did love her, and they'd spent too little time together before he was dumped here like a sack of potatoes - he paused, fishing out his empty tankard of rum before he simply tossed the useless thing away. Rum. Rum was always the answer to his problems.

Proliferous amounts of it.

Now then, where was it supposed to be?

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Luxord had gotten tired of his duties and, feeling overworked and undercompensated, simply left. He'd been on what Vexen had so quaintly termed "fetch duty" for quite a while, and in that and...other respects...his work had gone sorely unnoticed. All the attention had gone to Larxene, who had wasted time and energy, made a horrible fuss, caused an awful mess, and brought publicity to something that was supposed to be relativelty secretive.

Women.

So Luxord had taken a break and headed to the Central Train Station. Something was nearly always happening there. He was not disappointed to see a man whose fashion sense looked as though it had been thrown in a Jamaican blender searching for - was that a bottle of alcohol? This would indeed be amusing.

"Good morning, sir!" he called to him, slipping behind his facade of politeness. "Fancy a drink?"

Perking up, momentarily forgetting his quest for rum at the magical words, Jack Sparrow tilted his head. The stranger was in black leather, was blonde, and wasn't looking to kill him.

At least, that wasn't normally what people looking to kill him would really say, since they generally started with a taunt or with removing bodily parts.

"A drink, y'say?" His eyes twinkled. Any person who bought another person drinks was quite frankly all right in his book, and Jack paused for a moment before sauntering over to him, colorful beads jangling cheerfully before the captain gave him a wide, toothy smile that showed one or two gold teeth. "Well then, is there any favour I have to do in return for that, lad?" Nice as he was, Jack was more than aware of the fact that good things really don't come free.

Unless one was stealing them, of course.

He had indeed been right: alcohol was this man's weakness. This should prove itself to be all sorts of fun.

The pirate was proving himself to be savvier than Luxord had originally expected. Anybody else in his position would most likely have simply accepted the generousity, but this man seemed to understand how exactly the world worked. Evidently there was some semblance of brains under that bandana.

"I'm in dire need of some entertainment, and you seem to be a man of many stories," Luxord said simply. "Perhaps you could share them with me over a few pints.

"And," he added, quirking an eyebrow, "never call me "lad" again."

Hm, that was going to be interesting. With a little drunken swagger that was a little more pronounced, Jack circled him absently, weighing the pros and cons. He didn't know this man, and for all he knew, he might be trying to kill him.

Then again, there was rum, something that outweighed all the cons he could ever think of. And stories. Generally he liked telling stories to those tavern wenches, plenty of them, but he wasn't averse to telling them to anyone else as well, since Jack - when not running for his life - liked regalling others with his tales that grew more and more absurd by the day.

At his last words, Jack simply gave him a grin and remarked, "Perhaps if ye would give me a name, I might not resort to name-calling."

Kenshin had really been a bit at a loss when Saitou had vanished. He'd ended up just wandering and soon had wandered himself back to the train station. He wasn't exactly sure what it would accomplish though. He wasn't really sure now WHAT to do with himself.

He hadn't even heard anything again for Soujirou... it seemed like he was gone too. Not that that was a bad thing, it was just... disconcerting to have people vanish.

Would he go and vanish himself?

His thoughts were interupted as he noticed a pair of rather unusual people standing. One all in black and the other... well... Kenshin wasn't sure what to make of him. However there was no doubt about one thing, they were from other worlds.

((Needed somewhere for Kenshin /o/ Donno where this'll go, but hope you don't mind ^___^ ))

Luxord stood calmly as the pirate circled him again and again, completely unconcerned about the strange man's intentions. This type of person was not about to attack what may be his only source of alcohol, and as said source, Luxord had no problems allowing Jack to pass behind his back unguarded.

He let a slight smile play over his lips as he caught sight of yet another potential source of amusement: a very bemused-looking man with shockingly bright red hair.

"My name is Ludor," he replied to the pirate's query in a voice strong enough to carry to the redhead's ears. "And yours is?"

Of course, Jack really wasn't about to attack someone who was so clearly kind enough to offer him rum and listen to his stories. Really, there were only so many times that he could relate stories to Gibbs without getting bored out of his skull.

Deciding that the blonde man was relatively harmless, Jack grinned, absently noting that he had an odd name before he perked up at the appearance of a strange redhead in a pink sort of...outfit that the pirate himself had never seen before.

Distracted, Jack peered at the newest arrival, kohl-lined eyes curious. "Who be you, mate?"

[[Hee, sure! ^___^ Sorry for the late reply, guys, school was a bitch lately.]]

Kenshin paused in his step as he noticed the two strangers looking at him. Perhaps that wasn't so strange, however, when everyone around him was blonde, and he had bright orange hair. That's, of course, how it had been in Japan too. He was rather used to it at this point, although, Kenshin couldn't say he'd ever seen a pair quite like these two.

One with a strange coat, and the other... er... well... he looked to be quite the character. As proven more so when he addressed him.

"Oro?" Putting on a rurouni face, Kenshin made a proper reply, "Ah, sessha is just a wanderer, de gozaru. Don't mind sessha, he's just passing through..."

((lol... for the record... Kenshin's gi is red XD; Manga Kenshin ^.^))

Luxord quirked an eyebrow at the new arrival's speech. He certainly had a strange way of referring to himself. And he'd not gotten a name, either from the pirate or the redhead.

Well, no matter - those would come soon enough. People tended to spill quite a bit (literally and figuratively) when they were drunk, after all.

He flashed a dazzling grin at the newcomer. "We were just about to go for drinks and tales. Care to join?"

[OOC: What say we close this thread up soon and start another one, preferably at the Cheap Prayer? >3]

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