voice. Private to the Spades

[thatched]

Come hell or high water, we're shipping out on Saturday. Probably in the early evening. If you wish to stay behind you may but there's no promises we'll be able to return. Our plans are to pick up the coral as we see it, blast the hell out of the fortress when we can and get in--getting rid of anything or anyone in our way until we find a way to lift this curse.

In order to cover more ground, Sun and Moon will be heading in opposite directions. If you wish to remain behind, let someone know. Otherwise we need repair work done and done quickly. Come to me or Namur for supply lists.

Our captain will be taken care of so don't worry about him.

If you have questions, ask, but don't waste my time.

Comments

[Voice]

[reluctantjinrou]

I'm coming. I wouldn't miss this.

[Voice]

[thatched]

I appreciate it, Natsuno. See if you can't pick up a pistol along with the supplies. You'll need something if you're going in.

[Voice]

[reluctantjinrou]

I'll see what I can find. I'm not sure how good I'll be with it though, we didn't really get that far yet.

[He sighs a little.]

I should maximize my strength though.

[Voice]

[thatched]

Need that kind of thing, huh? [he didn't want Natsuno leeching it off of any of the crew. Not when they needed themselves at full strength] Thought about scaring up a nest of criminals?

[Voice]

[reluctantjinrou]

I fed off of Riku already, I'm balanced at least. I could be stronger though.

[Natsuno grimaces and sighs a little.]

Unless you know of one, I'll probably have to find someone in town. In theory it shouldn't be a problem.

[Voice]

[thatched]

We'll need to find some alternative, laddie. Unless Riku has a rapid healing factor when the time comes to fight I don't want him anemic.

As for criminals... [he rubs his chin thoughtfully] Try the Bull and Bear pub. It looked pretty damn seedy to me.

[Voice]

[theartofboom]

Blasting, Thatch, is a specialty of mine. So just tell me where you want me.

[Voice]

[thatched]

As far as we know, we'll need the coral first. But when we get there, I'll need you to make reconnaissance. First in. Keep me or Namur informed of the initial situation and anything that you spot important afterwards via the journals. You okay with that?

[Voice]

[theartofboom]

You want me scouting? [Well, she can do that.] Should I try and go quietly, or do you care?

[Voice]

[thatched]

Nah. Go wild. She's already going to know we're coming. I just want to know what we're getting into before I send in a full party.

That's for later, though. We still have to wait for that guy's call. In the meantime, we'll need to wrap some metal braces around the mast if we want to keep it. How do you feel about welding?

[Voice]

[theartofboom]

That guy?

[And then you can practically hear the grin.]

Welding huh? Yeah, I can do that no problem. You bring the metal, and I'll bring along the heat.

[Voice]

[thatched]

Whoever the Dog person was talking about. And roger that, Chandra lady. Metal you shall have and the rum of your choice when it's finished.

[Voice]

[uccellodifuoco]

Do we remain distributed between the ships the same as always or do we use a new distribution given the current numbers?

[Voice]

[thatched]

Your choice who you want to sail with but try to keep the numbers in mind, aye. If you don't have a strong preference, stay where you're needed.

[and regarding...everything that happened...He'll whistle softly]

I'm sorry.

We'll get that thing dead

[Voice]

[uccellodifuoco]

My only preference is to be part of the spear head if we need that sort of thing. Being where I'm needed is something I've experience with so I will do that.

[The whistle makes him pause for a moment. Why is Thatch doing that? Ikki has reasons to want that witch dead, but he's not the one to whom people should say those words, even through empathy. Selphie was possessed by that woman, but it was Ikki who killed her. Of course he hasn't really said it so he doesn't know what they know, he doesn't know if anyone found their burned corpses while he was "out" and no one has really said a word either.

Ikki doesn't like to whistle, it's nothing personal or important, he just would feel silly normally. He still feels that way, but he whistles back anyway.]

I know.

It's not me the one to whom you should say that, though.

[Voice]

[thatched]

In that case I will trust your judgement. Go where you must.

[he's never quite got the uncomfortable vibe from him or he would stop. But to him it's how those like Marco think. Whistling is good for moments when emotion is too hard to process with voices and human minds]

I'll say it anyway. She played your hand as easily as she played everyone elses.

[Voice]

[uccellodifuoco]

Roger. Do I assume there's no specific strategy you want us to stick to?

[If explained that way, Ikki would agree and would finally get where the whistling to him comes from. He still answers anyway.]

No, my hand was my own. I made a choice by my own mind, I could have refused to play her game.

I will deal with the consequences after she's dead.

[Voice]

[thatched]

Go as you need. But try to pull anyone out of the fire if they need help.

[he considers how to reply to the other]

Don't be too hard on yourself. Remember, Miss Selphie would miss you and she has quite a load on her mind as well.

[Action] (sort of a catchall thread in case anyone wants one.)

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur is... around, still nursing some nasty burns and looking like absolute shit. Anyone is free to run into him on either ship, as he'll be going back and forth as they re-fit both vessels as quickly as possible. If he isn't on board, he'll be swimming, combing the coral beds to find as much black coral as he can.]

[thatched]

[he'll watch Namur swim a bit, able to see him here and there when his dorsal pokes above the water. He tries not to think about the implications of everything too much or he's pretty sure he'll break]

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur stuffs another piece of the Dog's coral into a bag slung over his shoulder and heads for the surface. He hasn't found much, but it'll have to do for now. His burns are starting to sting in the salt water, even through his thick hide, so it's time to call it quits and get some healing salve. Instead of launching himself out of the water and leaping onto the deck, Namur climbs the side of the ship.]

Hey bro! 'Sup?

[thatched]

Nothing. You look like you're enjoying yourself. [and he just likes watching, is all]

[om_nom_namur]

Uhhh... sure.

[He passes up the bag of coral pieces.]

Can't wait for this shit t' heal though. I'mma whoop Ace somethin' fierce next time.

[With a grimace and gritted teeth, he lifts himself gingerly over the edge, dripping on deck.]

We still got any a that goopy shit t' put on it? Promise I won't go swimmin' after. Least not right away.

[voice]

[darknessinside]

Hell if I'm not coming, half our crew just up and disappeared.

[Sora. Sora just up and disappeared.]

Am I still with Namur?

[voice]

[thatched]

Namur's right hand if you could, Riku.