piratejournal | 001

Okay.

[Deep breath. It's not that scary to talk to a book. Even if it's really weird and she hates this and wants to go home. She was supposed to actually have some time off. Be a slightly normal teenager.

That was the deal.

Save the world, get a week off.

Was it really that hard?!

So, early afternoon on the eleventh, after some exploring, she's sitting with her journal, posing her question.]

I jus' need t' ask y'all somethin'.

[Because this is important. Seriously important.]

Has anyone seen pyramids? Here. They might be stone or maybe metal. I just need t' know if there are any.

[If there are, maybe Apocalypse is still trapped, pulling them here to get his 'keys' again. To open whatever doors there are in this world.

Because that's who she suspects this 'Davy Jones' is. Just another name of Apocalypse for another place in space and time.

The last part, she says to herself, more as an after note. She doesn't quite know how these things work yet.]

Cracks of time, huh? Great. Really.

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Seen a buncha 'em, all upside-down if that works for you.

[He didn't find them very interesting, considering a) the gravity was really messed up in there and he fell flat on his face more than once, and b) it was during his so-called honeymoon. Don't ask. Ever.]

The hell do you need pyramids for, anyway?

Where are they?

[She can't help but be interested. But need to know more.]

The eff do you think I am, tourist information?!

[There's an annoyed huff coming from the other end, followed by a moment of silence. Honestly, why does he even bother? It's not like there's anything in it for him from helping her...

Okay, just this once.]

Any-something-or-the-other Moon. East... no, wait. North-east of Empieza? Sounds 'bout right.

If you saw it, then you should know where it is!

[She's shouting at a book. How is she shouting at a book? But she'll note the information as best she can. Useless, probably, but it's something.]

[Wow, so he's kind enough to answer her questions despite her ignoring his one in return, and what he gets is being yelled at by (supposedly) some high school chick?

Yeah screw that.]

Are you deaf on top of being dumb?! I just told you what I know, idiot!

Part of a maybe remembered name and a vague direction? And you're calling me an idiot?!

Screw you!

[And there's no Xavier to scold her for shouting or swearing. ...And it might just be nice to yell at someone for something after all this.]

[You picked a wrong guy for a swearing contest, Rouge.]

Look, bitch, I'm not in the mood for your crap. I ain't got time to fuck around with kids playing a tour guide for 'em. Hell, I could've just kept quiet 'bout that 'cause honestly? I don't give a single shit what you're looking for. So either you take what you get and show some goddamn gratitude for it like a good little girl or you can piss off. Got that?

An' if y' didn' wan' questions, y' shoulda just kept your mouth shut, huh? 'Cause. Huh. Funny thing. Someone's lookin' for somethin'? An' you say you seen it? They're gonna ask where.

Moron!

Guess what, brat, maybe you'd be getting more answers if you weren't a total whore.

Y'know, just a thought.

"Bitch" is the word y'want, sugah.

Finally we agree on something.

[the point

Ragna]

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