http://bestwhendaft.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] bestwhendaft.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paixaorpg2011-10-16 07:12 pm

Are you worth your weight in gold? [active]

Character(s): Jack! Open to anyone~
Content: Jack arrives in a city with a name that means Passion. How can he pass that up?
Setting: Vanaheim gate area
Time: Afternoon, week 35
Warnings: None for now.


“Just to be clear!” a particular pirate captain states loudly, “whatever this is, it is not my fault, Mr. G -” he swung around, a finger poised in the air, ready to point, but there was no Gibbs to point at and Captain Jack Sparrow frowns. He drops his hand to his side, peering suspiciously around him, but there was nowhere for the stout pirate to hide behind. His eyes dart to the gates, curiosity waring with his sensibilities, but then, what was he supposed to do? Spit and spin in circles or some other strange ritual of Gibbs' in order to get him out of whatever situation dumped itself over him?

Because this was not his fault. He was on a beach! With his Pearl-in-a-bottle in hand (which to his greatest of great displeasures, he was currently lacking). There was very little Jack could have done to trigger this delusion -

Ah. No, he knew exactly what this was! He was lacking rum. It was making him delirious, hallucinations sprouting out from the sand that clearly must still be under his feet; or, under his back if he had fallen unconscious from the sheer lack of rum. He pats himself down, trying to uncover a flask, but to his irritation he was also lacking in that department.

Instead, his hand runs over his compass, and with a grin he slips it into his palm and flips it open. Rum! He wanted rum!

The needle spins in countless circles. Jack's earlier frown returns, deepening immensely. He shakes at the compass, but the needle doesn't settle. “Rotten -”

Cold washes as panic sinks in. “No, no, no.” He closes the compass and bolts to the desk by the gate. “Lass, darlin' lass, please tell ol' Jack that this quaint little place isn't the Locker!” Because the last time his compass was this erratic -

She tilts her head at him. “This is Paixao.”

“Pai -” he starts, then stops, mouthing the word over and over several times, changing the pronunciation, until it sinks in fully. It only made him look more confused, and he says, quietly, “Passion?”

“Your name, sir?”

He's still deep in thought, an elbow on the counter top, his hand drawing up to tap fingers beneath his lip, that he mumbles without his normal inflection, “Captain Jack Sparrow.”

“Here you go, sir.”

She hands him the journal. He just stares at it, bewildered, but he was never one to deny something that was free and so he takes it, brushing a finger over the surface.

“Passion, aye?” he says again. The grin returns, and he flashes her his teeth. “Who could pass up a city with that kind of name?” And he swaggers inside – right into a snowbank, causing him to trip, and sink into several feet of snow.

MmmMMPH!”
ext_1050304: (Default)

<3

[identity profile] vorpalrising.livejournal.com 2011-11-09 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Are you?" replied Alice lightly, looking her strange companion over. He certainly looked the role of a pirate, but Alice had never heard of him. Then again, weren't several people from several different worlds and times? It wasn't exactly something the Londoner could grasp, but she had little enough trouble believing it, especially when she still wasn't certain she hadn't completely lost her mind. She may as well go along with it. She listened to Jack's slight ramblings about his ship as they moved through the snow (and wasn't it all becoming a bit much by now? Surely, something could be done about it).

At last, they arrived, and Alice followed Jack to the table he chose, not particularly caring where they would sit. She was surprised, however, when he actually pulled out a chair for her, and she sat down, giving a slight nod to Jack in return. "Thank you," she replied, the words strange and almost foreign on her tongue.