14 March 2015 @ 09:10 pm
[The first thing that Ikki does upon finding himself on Isla Empieza is to throw up. It may be due the feeling of being pulled back and forth through a diminute hole at the speed of light, or it may be due the way his brain is drained and then explodes with memories. It takes him a bit to clear his mind, to get a hold of his surroundings, the memories that had been taken and then returned.

As he recovers, he casts a glance around if only to confirm that this isn't his home. He was sent back only to be returned to this world right away. And that's not the worst part of it. The worst part is that he doesn't know how long has it been here. He remembers from others that months here could have been just a few hours for them back in their worlds, and he wouldn't put it past Davy Jones and Chronos to make it be centuries here while it was just a second for him.

The second thing that Ikki does upon returning is to open his journal and snarl at it.]


How fucking long has it been?!

[Even if that's the first thing that he asks, it's not really what he cares for the most.]

Are the Spades still active? [Do people even know them yet? If they vanished and enough time passed it's possible people wouldn't have heard of them.]

Is Selphie Tilmitt still here?!
 
 
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.]
 
 
12 October 2014 @ 07:53 pm
You know, it really sucks when people disappear... One of my best friends is gone and... it hurts. She was real important to me. I've been here for more than a year now, and there are people here that I'd do anything for. So of course it stings when they're gone. But...

...but instead of just being sad all the time, I think this means that we should always be grateful for the people that we do have, all the awesome friends that are still with us. If anything, we should keep them as close as we can, have as much fun as we can. No one knows what's gonna happen tomorrow.

So get together with the people you care about the most, and the ones you love the most. Make sure they know just how much they mean to you.

Have fun, everyone!

[Private to Spades]

Hey guys - wanna hang out? I'm up on deck if you wanna join in - I've got drinks and candy, and I've brought my guitar too! See ya soon!

*Of course she knows that she's not the only Spade that will be hurting with Chandra's disappearance. But instead of wallowing or running away, Selphie has chosen the happier option. Out on deck, Selphie has dragged her own duvet and pillows, and Chandra's too. There are a few bottles of various alcohols (including one very bright green one, and a very bright pink one - obviously Selphie's own choices), and there was a small spread of her own personal supply of candy. Selphie sat on a pillow, waiting to see if anyone would come along to keep her company, strumming her guitar and singing softly*
 


 
 
11 October 2014 @ 09:53 pm
[After examining the journal she received, Cinderella realized that it could some how play and record audio messages. Which is just fine with her since she doesn't feel like writing anything down. She's way too annoyed for that and she certainly sounds the part.]

Whoever took me from the airport and dropped me in the middle of what looks like the set of a pirate movie, I'm going to hunt down and shove my high heel up their ass. At least they could've brought my luggage with me! How do they expect a girl to survive with out her Versace, Prada, or Gucci!? [Not to mention her spare gun, knife, and extra ammo that were enchanted so that TSA would ignore them were in there. Those would have been very handy in this place.]

If I end up missing Fashion Week in Milan I'm going to be extra pissed. [Well really, she was just starting a mission but no one needs to know that. Still, it will cause a huge mess back home if she were to go missing before she even starts.] I'm a busy woman, so I don't have time for this crap.
 
 

*It's unusual for Selphie's voice to come across the journals in such clipped tones. Thanks to her military upbringing, Selphie knows how to talk in such a manner, and this is definitely one such time in which it is needed*

This is Selphie. I'm doing what I can to offer healing. If you need assistance, let me know immediately, and I'll be with you as soon as possible.

*There's a long pause, followed by a weary sigh, and she sounds more like her usual self again, only rather tired*

After this, I think we all deserve a vacation...

 

 
 
[His voice is heavy and a bit hoarse but still easy to understand. He has yet to hit the bottle today, but it won't take him much longer to do so.]

Soon it will be September again. Hn, when people started to vanish I thought there would be only a few of us left to see a second autumn in this world.

[Of course, that refers only to those who were the first to arrive to this world. Unfortunately he never doubted that there would still be a lot of people trapped, just... Not the same people for so long.]

Have any of you changed since you arrived here? No matter how long you have been here... Ever wonder what your people would think of you if they saw you here?
 
 
27 August 2014 @ 08:52 am
Well! I may be imprisoned, perhaps out of necessity, but that is no reason I can't enjoy having a human body. I've been watching you all, of course, but there's quite a difference between observing a human and being one!

I do not think I could do this long-term, I admit. A weakness on my part, but I would miss my magic and my wings dearly after a time. But since I expect this to pass fairly soon, as most of the curses and curious afflictions we have endured do, I feel no alarm in enjoying this.

Fingers are remarkable, and I can barely believe how easy these curved spines of yours make it to stand on my rear legs... or, excuse me, my only legs. I never properly appreciated how different it must be for you to always have two limbs free for manipulation, or even casual social gestures. I understand so much now!

I wonder if I can work up a spell of transformation...
 
 
How many people want to go back to their own worlds? Especially during things like this.

My world often had storms in the New World like this, so I can't say this makes me homesick.

Then again, anyone who knows me well knows I don't intend to ever go back.

I hate when people tell me this isn't my world. I mentioned that at the start of this summer too, and that my world has no use for monsters like us, so why not go where I please? Maybe that's a side effect of being a bird. I'll go wherever I want. But then whose world is it if not mine? People born here? Who decides that? Clearly Davy Jones thinks otherwise, whether we're puppets and pawns or not.

Everything is too familiar lately. I hate it.
 
 
[Ikki won't be touching the island today, instead he will be on the Moon's deck, setting what could be considered nothing else but an altar. It's pretty simple and the major decoration are the numerous bottles of booze he sets on it together with a pole (he almost made it a cross but decided against it) where he hands a piece of paper with the tattoo that Ace wears on his back. He sets it right besides the Nav so when two certain crew members return the next day, they will see it first thing as they arrive.

After he's done he just sits in front of it, staring at the altar and drinking a bottle of sake himself. It's not until later, when he's slightly tipsy, that he bothers to use the journal.]


For anyone who gives a shit, today's "Father's Day". Supposedly a day to honour and thank all of our fathers for all they do for us, never really cared about it, still don't care much but since I arrived here I end checking the calendar more and more often. I guess I don't want to miss any more "parties" I'm supposed to celebrate even if I'm not told it.

[He takes another long sip from his bottle.]

It's just another stupid day to celebrate something pointless. A father should be a father every day of the year and a son should be grateful and love him for it every day, and show it properly. Besides, what is someone without a father supposed to celebrate? I've never met anyone worth of the title of "father" or any piece of respect for trying to be one. Probably will never meet such a man.

But I know of a man like that.

[A pause as he takes a deep breath.]

Believe it or not, there is a man more worth of the title than many others. He has thousands of sons and if the ones we have here are any clue of it, they are all awesome and he is an even more awesome man. It's kind of funny, he is a pirate and one would expect pirates to value treasure more than people, but I guess that for him that family he built is his treasure.

Does treasure take other forms besides money?

[No, wait, he's going to digress. He shakes his head to himself before he continues speaking.]

Anyway, it's not much and it's probably not my place to do anything, but I made a thing on the Moon's deck. Since I'm aware of his existence and the date, I just gotta pay my respects, okay? He's my captain's father after all so I owe him a lot too. If anyone wants to come join there's enough booze, or if you want to kick me, there's enough of me for that too.

Either way... Happy Father's Day, Whitebeard, wherever you are, your sons here are still all right.
 
 
09 June 2014 @ 11:45 am
New blood? I am not sure how I feel about being referred to as such, especially given the situation.

Do I even want to know how I arrived here? The last thing I remember before waking up near this fountain was a bright flash of light. So that leaves me to believe that I am either unconscious somewhere and this is all a strange dream, or I am dead and this the some form of afterlife, or somehow I was taken from my world and brought here. At the point I am not sure which I would prefer as all are undesirable.

Asking about how to leave this place feels to be pointless. What I do like to know is more about this place, especially concerning that Scurvy Dog and Davy Jones. Any information would be appreciated.

 
 
23 May 2014 @ 10:50 am
What do you guys do when you start to miss home? Or... worry about the people and the responsibilities you left behind, even though everything is supposed to be all right?

[Everyone's in the same situation, so Korra doesn't feel so weird admitting that she's missing home. She's lucky, she realizes, that she has friends that she made both at home and here to keep her company. But still...

It's not home.]
 
 
[The message comes at night, as he's wandering on the deck. He's not up for guard duty tonight, but he still can't sleep, even if now that island is at a good distance away from them, the effects it had on him haven't vanished. He's still too close to his boiling point, or maybe he's already boiling and it's just a matter of time before he explodes in a ball of fire, anger and hate. Sleeping isn't an option in this state and he knows it better than anyone else. While asleep he may not be able to control his Cosmo, or he may enter into a nightmare that finally tips him over the edge. He may fall into sleep deep enough that he won't be able to know where he is when he wakes up, if someone comes to wake him up he may attack them driven by instinct and the thirst for destruction and release. He may attack Ace if his game of musical beds leads him to his bed, and while he doubts it would cause lasting damage, he would prefer to not do that.

So he doesn't even try to sleep, instead he wanders around the ship and enjoys the silence of the night. Not everyone is asleep yet, but it's calm enough that it could seem so. Eventually, he hits the journals after finding something floating in the water and that he picks up.]


Anyone else thinks that sleep is overrated tonight?

[There's a short pause.]

Right, I almost forgot, we're in Easter period. If anyone wonders why there are eggs in places there shouldn't be or weren't before, it seems this place wants to celebrate that with us.

I found a golden egg floating besides the ship just now, or an egg painted with a gold like color at least. If memory serves well those things should be made of chocolate or actual hard boiled egg-

[There's a cracking sound as the egg's shell starts to break, causing Ikki to stop talking. A few seconds later the chirps of a little chick are heard.]

Or a fucking fluffy chick apparently. What the hell?

[That's definitively not what he expected.]
 
 
17 April 2014 @ 03:40 pm
[back dated: a few days after leaving Serenes]

Funny. Real funny. [There is a soft purring sound in the distance from where ever the man is at. His cabin.]

Selphie? This your idea of a joke? Because it’s cute, but not practical.

[a yawning squeak of a kitten can be heard. A rip of paper from the journal can be heard, and it dropped of to the side with a thunk. You can just hear Logan saying:]

Aww, cat. No. Don’t eat that. No...

[replies will be a little slow at first, and anyone who wants to check in on him at anytime that he’s IN his very small cabin.... you could possible see a tiny Lynx kitten curled up or playing on his blanket. The kitten had been found crying in his pack, clearly really hungry now.]
 
 
11 April 2014 @ 01:28 am
[He's going to regret this later, but there's a bunch of excitedly high-pitched chirps like a bird singing a love song.]

[That's okay. It matches the background sounds.]

[But FAR more embarrassing is the scribbles he makes into the journal:]




[So someone has a case of Spring Fever. Or maybe just a fever.]

[And then in big bold colorful levels Marco makes sure to add:]


FREE FLOWER CROWNS FOR EVERYONE WHO SIGNS UP NOW.

[Yeah. He's kind of lost it.]
 
 
06 March 2014 @ 01:51 pm
[It's late at night when the journal entry appears.]

Evening.

I suppose I am writing in this thing because I can't sleep. I haven't really figured out what to do about that. Any suggestions would be helpful.

[There's a pause, before he adds more.]

Is anyone else up at this hour? What are you doing with your time?

[Another pause, longer than the last.]

If anyone would like to talk right now, that would be fine.
 
 
01 February 2014 @ 12:04 am
[The first thing that is heard is the ending sound of an explosion followed by the sound of flames creeping in the background. Voices are heard, but most of them are clearly away from the journal that is accidentally recording it all. There's a lot of yelling, cries of pain mixed with ones of rage, coupled with the metallic sounds of swords being dragged and firearms being charged. Ikki's voice is heard then, closer to the journal but not speaking directly to it.]

Hn, seems that this time it's a decent sized one. They are at least well prepared with their weapons.

You two! What the hell do you think you're doing?! Do you know who are you picking a fight with?

[Several voices raise in a chorus for the man who just spoke, the pained ones drowned by the ones claiming for blood and revenge.]

Who said we're picking a fight with you. We're just here to destroy you, no one is going to miss another pirate ship.

You have some nerve rookies! Kill them!!! Let them regret it when they meet Davy Jones!!

I really would like to meet that guy, you know. Are you done, Selphie?

[There's a huff and a sigh, closer and clearer than any other sound as Ikki steps forward and the pirates start attacking. Selphie's voice then can be heard clearly indicating that she's the one holding the journal open.]

On my way! So much for touching base with the crew.

[The last words, albeit heard are obviously muted and soon followed by a loud thud as the journal falls. The sound of quick steps joins the battling sounds that now fill the area and a cracking noise can be heard as Selphie conjures up a thundara spell.]

[30 minutes later or so...]

[The sounds of battle are still going on in the background when Selphie's voice sounds directly to the journal again.]

Hi. Spades. It's Selphie. I know... that some of you might..never want to see me again but I'm - I'm sailing around with Ikki some. We'll be heading back soon... So yeah, in case anyone was worrying about him, he's here with me. And he's fine.

(ooc: Replies will come from both Selphie and Ikki! If you want only one of them just state so in the subject!)
 
 
17 January 2014 @ 08:31 am
[Four plus one makes five, makes a repeating pattern, makes...]

Son of a...

This is Marvelous! [To say his tone right now is harsh would be putting it mildly.] Anyone out there, if you've got people on your boat that were possessed... Are they still there?
 
 
02 December 2013 @ 01:50 pm
[He doesn't really care about it, or about what other ships do. But there may be someone out there who cares and who would heed some advice. After all, they were all warned about Isla Empieza being taken by the Navy.

The text comes in the early hours of the day, when it's still night.]


If when Isla Empieza's lockdown was announced, you were among the ones who thought that you wouldn't head there until the lock was lifted: Do not come close to an island named Nuevo Empieza if it ever appears in your maps.

If not, be my guest to go there and have fun.

[By getting ambushed when you least expect it, that is. There's a long pause before more words appear.]

Does anyone know where can I get blue and yellow paint? Aside from Isla Empieza, that is.

[There is a little someone that he kidnapped the moment it arrived to the ship and for whom he has some plans.]
 
 
22 November 2013 @ 09:24 am
[[OOC: MUN IS STILL TECHNICALLY ON HIATUS BUT THIS IS SOMETHING THAT HAS TO BE DONE. :C For those who don't mind backtagging, feel free to do an action and I'll respond once off of hiatus. /o/;;]]


[You didn't think he'd forgotten what day this is, eh, Kairi? Both him and Riku remember very well, so don't think simply not saying anything to anyone is going to stop this from happening! B|]

Everyone! Be sure to wish Kairi a Happy Birthday!

[With that, he's going to give a perfectly innocent grin and end it. MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.

You'll be able to find him in the room he shares with Riku.
]
 
 
21 November 2013 @ 01:27 pm
My, it seems setting fire to islands has become a trend lately. How quickly you humans adopt such destructive means of conveying your emotions.

[She may or may not sound a little amused, since... the first island was their fault, and she's not afraid to admit her part in it. She may be skin and bones, but she still doesn't appreciate people trying to eat her.]

Though I am not so ignorant to assume this is the norm, so I pose a question to you all: should there be something that upsets you, how is it acceptable for one to react?