26 July 2015 @ 11:36 pm
 So. I made it back.

This place really still exists, huh?

*Faye has appeared on a familiar island, but there's no real sense of how much time has passed. She caught glimpses of her home world, but she could have been gone from this world for months. Time seems to work so differently*

Thash, tell me you're still here. I'm coming to find you.

*Despite doing her best to sound cool and collected, her voice quavers slightly with that last statement*
 
 
27 June 2015 @ 07:48 am
This whole fucking world is the biggest bunch of bullshit I've ever seen. And I've seen a lot of shit. What's the fucking point? Huh? Like someone somewhere is like: Faye, the universe is giving you one shot at happiness and that's all you're fucking getting. Is this really as much as I deserve? Shit. It probably is. So whatever happens to this place... it's over. Any promise of love and happiness is over. Shot to hell.

*And thanks to the copious amounts of alcohol she's been knocking back, her anger turns to sadness. Anyone who knows Faye will know that she must be pretty wasted because she doesn't offer up her vulnerable side to anyone*

They killed him... the filthy bastard monsters... they killed him. Because he saved me first. He made me safe...and now he's gone. Always, always trying to keep me safe. And he's gone...

*The next noise she made was a strangled mix between a sob and a scream*

He's supposed to come back! That's the rule! The dead come back. So where is he? Where is he?!

Why haven't you come back to me...?
 
 
14 April 2015 @ 08:18 pm
 Let it be known...

*Oh dear. Judging by the drawl of Faye's voice, she's a rather unhappy woman indeed*

..that if a person doesn't use a sword, or even magic, in a fight, that doesn't mean they aren't strong. A person can cause serious damage with a gun. Or a fist. Or a hard roundhouse kick to the face.

*There's a pause as Faye takes a rather frustrated drag of her cigarette, frowning as she breathes out smoke*

Equally, chaos can be caused without violence too. It's amazing what can be done with a pair of pretty eyes and a smooth tongue.

*Double entendre that last one, if you please...*

So. Don't forget the pain that a nice girl with a pair of guns can cause. It might land you in serious trouble.

*Oops. Sounds like Faye overheard two of her crew discussing the strength and power of the members of the Roses. And yet neither of them even thought to mention the woman on board who's a great shot. Hmmph*
 
 
10 April 2015 @ 05:22 pm
...Oh, are you KIDDIN' me?! Davy Jones, you motherfu--Oh. Wait, actually this is much better than bein' home. All things considered, I guess it's actually not that bad.

[Well, time to address everyone.]

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it, I'm back, I don't need the newcomer information from anyone. Accordin' to the latest news I've read, it's been a little while since I last saw this place. At least that's the case here. Ain't been but a few days, back home. The whole time dilation effect this place has is pretty crazy.

[He lets out a tired sigh as he leans back against a market wall, munching on an apple by the sound of it.]

From the attitude of the locals, I can guess our standin' with 'em hasn't changed much. They're still assholes, they still think we're assholes. Great. Nothin' like mutual understandin'.

Well, if the entries I've been readin' are right, I guess people are still lookin' for shards? Good, that means Jones hasn't got 'em.
 
 
06 April 2015 @ 11:31 pm
 *There seemed, to Faye, to be something going on between Thash and Namur, and it didn't seem pleasant. There had been a bit of time where Thash had seemed distracted and unhappy, but unlike usual, she couldn't seem to get out of him what it was. That, and she noticed a tension at any mention of Namur.

So Faye had taken to her journal to figure out once and for all what was going on. A private conversation between herself and Namur*

Hey, Mr Shark. We need to talk.

*At least the way she spoke to Namur wasn't nasty, or even uncertain*
 
 
 Can't say that Valentine's Day was ever really much of my thing...

But a competition for couples? Now that does sound interesting.

I hope the other couples aren't expecting that they have any chance of winning...

*Her voice almost purrs at that last bit, full of certain confidence*
 
 
01 February 2015 @ 01:49 pm
 Hey, to those of you who were at the fight with the Corpse King...

Any creatures or people or whatever that showed up besides us outlanders and Hawtry...they weren't real, right? I mean, they had physical form but...just stupid fake crap  summoned by Hawtry right?

[There's a pretty lengthy pause, and what he says next is pretty quiet as if he's not sure he wants to say it out loud at all]

killing someone in a monstrous way to prevent him from killing someone you care about; does that make you a monster?

[then he goes back to a more audible volume of speech]

Any of you out there ever have to knock off your old man?
 
 

*First, there's some quiet singing over the journals - a soft, gentle song. But it soon becomes gradually louder and more enthusiastic. Not the best voice ever heard, but it's nice enough. More than anything, though, this woman sound especially happy*

It's nearly Christmas! Isn't that exciting? Really the most wonderful time of the year!

Time for singing, time for dancing, time for being with your friends and loved ones!

*It's possible that most people have never heard Faye sound quite so chipper - just so clearly full of joy*

And time for playing dress up!

*Then she's singing again, this time with a jingle of bells, and the sounds of feet tapping. Yes, Faye is singing and dancing beside her journal in her mysterious but rather beautiful dress. Her post ends in a delighted laugh*

Merry Christmas, everyone! Sending you all Christmas wishes - happiness, love, joy, peace!~

*To anyone in her crew, Faye will be found dancing and waltzing around the ship in a rather dashing blue gown, complete with small silver bells. She looks nothing but utterly happy*
 

 
 
16 November 2014 @ 02:14 pm
 *Faye will not have been seen on her ship for at least a day. She didn't appear the previous night when she was supposed to and there was no sign of her the next day. Late into the evening, though, a gruff male voice is heard from her journal*

We have in our hands a delicious little wretch who thought she could win us out of our money. The delightful bitch won't tell us who her crew are...so here's hoping you've heard. Unless, Faye, you can be persuaded to tell us this time?

*There's a heavy thud, like a punch, followed by a quiet, muffled cry as though made by someone with their mouth gagged*

So much for co-operation.

Bring a suitable price for her, or we'll keep her to ourselves. There's plenty of her to go around and our men are rather lonely... Be a shame to ruin such a pretty face too.

*He then barks orders for how to get to their secluded little corner of a warehouse on Corsair Kingdom. When he's done there's just enough time to hear him threatening Faye before the journal appears to be taken away*

[ooc: Anyone is welcome to have some chat with the gang that have taken her. Action is for members of the Roses only]

 
 
23 October 2014 @ 09:08 pm
The gods know I seriously doubt this world will fall into a repetitive wheel regarding the shit it throws at us. But I suppose it doesn't hurt to be careful and given that I know some people work better with actual warnings than with calls for their common sense...

For all of those who weren't here last year, in case no one has told you. Around those days, last year, we encountered several "ghost ships" while sailing through a thick mist. If that were to happen again, beware of them, those ghosts couldn't be harmed in any way as far as I know, yet if they touched someone they could change them. Or even outright kill them.

Now that I think of it, other than a day in which everyone talked like bad pirate imitations, the ghost ships were the first really strange shit I saw in this world. Not counting islands, of course, those are a whole different category. [Speaking of which...] Anyone knows any other way to destroy an island that doesn't involve burning it? Or at least a way to destroy the plant life there.

[Not that he plans to return just yet, not even to get rid of the flowers. But it never hurts to know.]
 
 
19 October 2014 @ 12:24 pm
*Faye's voice drawls over the journals - apparently, she is far less than impressed by her predicament*

It's times like these...

...times when your crew is poisoned and scratched and bleeding and stitched up and pissed off...

...times like these when you realise that a crew really needs to have some kind of healer around.

What the hell am I supposed to do with all this crap?

A nurse outfit doesn't fix everything, it turns out.


*She huffs and puffs for a moment, before that turns into a frustrated yawn - she's been busy, you know*

'The Corpse King'. What the hell kind of name is that anyway? Sounds like a dodgy horror movie.
Urgh.
 

 
 

[For the first few moments there's just background noise; waves and seagull calls and other regular beach sounds]

[Then, there's a pissed off scream followed by a rather destructive-sounding crash. The yell and crash would probably be very loud if they were near the journal, but the sound is subdued as if the journal is a decent distance away from whatever is happening. Following the crash is a stream of emotionally charged swearing. Anyone listening might have a hard time believing this is Thash since he normally doesn't swear, but he sounds very, VERY angry about something. The voice is accompanied by several more crashes, sounding almost like trees being felled]

[Finally after a few more paticularly harsh curses and an anguished scream, everything gets quiet. Then there's the sound of footfalls in sand growing louder as if approaching the journal, and the slap of the journal being slammed shut]


((To the Bloody Roses: You won't be seeing Thash around for a while. He won't hang around on the ship or anywhere in public on the island for very long. He won't come find Kat or Karai to train and he won't try to hang around and chat with Dave or Gene or anyone else. When we leave Deesuko Balia he'll come along, but will only board the ship to sleep or put fish in the galley))
 
 
28 August 2014 @ 02:47 pm
So are we past all of these body-switching shenanigans? Everything getting back to normal? Well, at least as close to normal as anything here can be? Good, back the daily grind, then.

So here's a question to everyone out there.

We've all got our crews, and we all have our strengths. Ever wish there was more of a system in place to divide it up by a standard, though? I mean, I know there are some competitive crews out there who probably just want to build up strength and crush everyone else, but I don't have that mindset.

It's pretty obvious there's a significant power gap between many crews. Take me, for instance. Sometimes I feel our crew is already so heavy on offensive power, I don't have much use. On my last crew, I was the bulk of the heavy muscle.

Have you ever just felt redundant to your crew, sometimes? Like maybe you could be helping people who actually need it more?
 
 
21 August 2014 @ 01:16 pm
 
 [theres the sound of  a book being flung open, and then...]

what the HECK?! What'd I do, piss of Davy Jones or something? Eat some strange food? Walk through some... Cursed fairy magical stupid crap?! WHY AM I A....[he paused to look at himself again. Just what the heck is he?] 

FURRY RACCOON THING?!

....urgh. I like this place but it's weird. Seriously. Whatever this crap is, it better go back to normal. Anyone in the Bloody Roses hear me? It looks like I'm on isle Empieza for some weird reason in addition to being a fuzzy freaking forest animal. I'm gonna go to the Backwater Brig and use the nav to get to the ship. 

((Ooc: oh noes! Thash has swapped bodies with Yasaburo the raccoon dog shapeshifter! But he doesn't know how to shapeshift so currently he's just a raccoon dog. This post is open to action Yasaburo, Thash, and anyone on the bloody roses who interacts with them while body swapped. Feel free to start branching threads from it where needed. Open audio to everyone else!))
 
 
16 July 2014 @ 06:26 pm
*In the evening, Faye stands up on the deck, looking out across the water, gazing at how beautiful all those lights look*


Okay, so the rainbow glitter thing is kind of camp but...

...these lights are really pretty.

 

Not bad, crazy pirate world, not so bad.


 
 
06 July 2014 @ 07:09 pm
[although Thash disliked using the journal and preferred to do things face-to-face, he knew he was in trouble right now. If he didn't try to approach this carefully he might just make it worse. So he made sure he was reasonably sober and thinking as clearly as possible before attempting to contact Faye using the journal]

[about an hour or two after she'd parted ways with him and Kat, she'd hear his voice addressing her]

hey, um Faye...can I come talk to you please?
 
 
Really? Really? We're all just gonna' jump right into the abyss, huh? Why not? I hope everyone gets as spun up as possible and this turns into an even bigger fiasco. Let's go all out. Why not sink a few Navy vessels while you're at it? Make some more fireworks, so they know where to find you.

Let's face it, life here isn't complicated enough, yet. What we need is more random acts of destruction. I'm quite sure that'll make everyone's lives so much better, and won't bite people in the ass in any way.

[Akira actually has to take a minute to suppress his temper, centering himself as best he can.]

Maybe I'm over-reacting. Who knows, could be stress. Perhaps the air on these islands is just too thin. Still, I've never been more glad to not be on the ocean, than right now. Damn it, I'm so frazzled by all this, I think I'm shedding...

Oh! Luffy, if you're hearin' this, we'll have a guest for a little while. I'll take responsibility for her, so you guys have fun with whatever.
 
 
So! It seems that some little miss nice boots wants all of us to behave~! Or else, no less!

[There is a long pause before the sound of a bottle being broken and a whoosh sound pops up. The sound is very akin to fire.]

You'll need to COME AND FIND ME if you want to punish me~!

[Soon enough, screams can be heard while people scream to help put out a fire. Then a chainsaw is suddenly heard, and there's far more to scream about now.]

Deesuko Ballia, I knew thee well!


[Action for the Bloody Roses: they are definitely not gonna stick around after this turn of events! To arms and chaos!]
 
 
06 June 2014 @ 09:55 pm
Next island better be a giant spa. Massages and manicures. Sure as hell safer and easier than that shit at Gun Frontier. So what do lazy people do? Ya know, something interesting without actually having to get up and go anywhere. There's only so much sitting around doing fuck all a girl can handle.

 
 
01 June 2014 @ 12:01 am
Who the fucking hell comes up with the amounts for bounties around here anyway? Because they're total bullshit.

[Huff huff.

Then mutters:]


Guess at least I don't have a shitty messed up poster.

[SO MUCH GRUMBLING, THOUGH.]