So... [He's thinking back on the situation with Kairi, and what happened with her. He just happens to be saying this while looking through the journal.]

If someone dies here from now on, does this mean they'll have to...lose their memories for a little while?

How would ye rate yer experience sailin' fer Davy Jones?

If ye could be any kind 'o bug, what would ye be and why?

What do you think be the air speed velocity of a coconut laden whooping crane?

What do ye really plan to do with the shards in th' end?

Be ye male or female? Single, engaged, other?

Species?

Have ye any suggestions how th' Dog can help ye pester her any more with insipid questions?

Thank'ee and have a nice day.

[OOC: THIS IS REALLY FOR TOMORROW, BUT MUN WON'T BE ON MUCH TOMORROW, SO...]




[Guess whose birthday it is? This guy's. He's not exactly excited for it, though. Someone is still...not back, yet, from being dead. At this point, he's starting to think she might not be coming back, period. So, his mind is pretty preoccupied. His voice doesn't sound very Sora-like. He sounds tired and maybe even a little far away.

Well, that could have a little to do with the fact that all of this is coming out in something close to a whisper.]

Three days...

[He's speaking through gritted teeth with the next sentence.] It's been three extra days and she's still not back...

[His words were short and precise, as if he had written this only seconds after making the decision.]

I need a gun.

So if anyone is selling one, or knows of a place I can purchase such a thing, I would really appreciate your input.

[Action to Spades]

[After writing this he left, searching out what he could do for his crew mates. Checking wounds, looking for infections, undoing stitching, redoing stitching, snow shoveling, making medicine, just anything to keep his mind off of remembering his own weakness. But it wasn't like he planned to stay this way, buying a gun was only one step; another was to ask for someone to teach him how to properly use a sword and how to fight on the sea. Next time a battle came around he didn't want to stay on the sidelines and watch his people getting hurt. But the question was...who to ask?]

It's been almost a week.

Where is she?

 Just a little question, really.

Does anyone know how to make cake?

I would call this a dream if I ever even considered the thought of being a pirate, but let's be honest, Ninja's are cooler.

Now don't go slitting my throat, I'm just joking. But all of this does feel like I found myself on the set to some weird TV show. Except it’s far too expansive and as far as I can see there's no camera's around. So this leaves me with the conclusion that this may be some mental disorder caused by lack of sleep and the crazy shit that has become my life...or I've been transported from Japan back to the past and landed on what I'll assume to be a Caribbean island, and one where all the locals can speak Japanese.

...Personally I'm leaning towards delusion myself.

But in the case this is in fact reality, I suppose I better get on with it and find some work.

So who of you is in need of medical attention?

First 20 to step up can pay in Cigarettes.

Cause I could really use one about now, and ten more after that.

[This guy has been fighting. Hard. Even now, he's still fighting.

Even so, it's getting way beyond even something he can keep a firm grip on. Hence, a shaking hand suddenly dropping the journal onto the deck of the ship. The journal lands, open, face up in front of him. The Keyblade-wielder then drops to his knees, hand balling into fists on either side of his head, eyes widened.

Through clenched teeth, there's going to be a frustrated yell.]

NO! I won't do it! You can't make me! I won't listen to you!

[He can't. He just.

He can't kill...them...

His breathing is escalated to a rapid pant, before his eyes snap shut. Just long enough for his breathing to, very slowly, return to a slower pace. He seems to have regained composure. For a moment, he seems...somewhat...back to normal.

For a moment.

Then, he's slowly standing, brow furrowed, eyes appearing just...slightly unfocused. Suddenly, a key-shaped blade is flashing into one hand. Head tilted at a slight downward angle, he...definitely doesn't appear to be entirely in his right mind.

If anyone is near him, they might...not want to be.]

[Sora doesn't sound like himself. His voice makes it clear just how tired he is. He's not sleeping. Riku has probably noticed him pacing and wandering off on his own, a lot, by this point.

Heck, everyone has probably noticed him staring off into space and seeming just...out of sorts.

He even snapped at the captain, okay.

Sora is not being Sora. He hasn't smiled or given any words of encouragement. He's not eating, by this point. He's giving one-word responses. He's muttering things under his breath.

Yeah. Have fun with that, guys.

So, yeah. Today, he got so frustrated he threw the journal at the wall (Sora, it's not the journal's fault), and shouted a--]

Just shut up, already!

[[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.]

 [There's a loud thunk as Natsuno's journal falls out of his bed, flipping open. There's noise, movement to be heard and his voice, clouded by sleep as he has a nightmare.]

Tohru-chan...don't.

[He groans a little in his sleep and his leg bangs into the wall.]

Doesn't have to be this way...we could go...you don't have to-ah!

[There is quiet after that for a moment before an even louder thump as he falls to the ground, in for a rude awakening.]

Ugh...

Three days in the locker
Three days in--[Pauses writing.]--hell...
Three days of torture
For you never do--[Pauses again.]--well...?


He wrote that after I mentioned that I came back. I have no idea what it means since it...took more than three days for me to wake up on the island. Then again waking up doesn't automatically mean the same thing as coming back to life. So what if I was already alive after three days and just took a while to actually wake up?

Also--[Yet another pause while he sighs.]--he said people can die here. He even said that there's a graveyard. So maybe it's just us who can't die? Maybe only the ones who are born here can. Or maybe they're just messing with our heads.

[Sora can do deep thought too. The rest is voice/action.]

[A sigh can be heard, before the sound of what could be registered as someone plopping down on the the floor. There is also the sound of what one might think is the sound of someone sitting back to roughly--because it sounds like Sora could have just banged his head against the wall behind him.

Spoiler: He did all of these things. :|

With that, he closes the journal and sets it aside. He can be found in his room for those who want to come break him from his moment of SERIOUS TIME. Seriously. Someone get his mind off of this crap.]

((OOC: Basically, Sora was dead, but now he's alive. He died via Insta-Death during the event. Expect him to respond with lots of confusion!))

[There's a sound of rustling and groaning.] Huh?

What--...?

[After a nice long pause (because he's not feeling so well--and who can blame him??)]

Where... am I?

[OOC: This is dated back to the Heartless Island shenanigans, for the sake of mun making AC, yes. B|]

Huh... This island's definitely empty...

[The sound of footsteps through what could seems like lots of leaves and grass can be heard.]

Wait, is that a--?! [It's pretty obvious this teenager is surprised about something.]

... They actually seem... kind o-!

[Suddenly there's the sound of something being hit, before Sora returns to speaking to the journal--or he could be speaking to someone with him. It's hard to tell, just from this thing.]

Hey, Riku! Kairi! We should... probably warn everyone there's Heartless on this island!

Hey, Captain, if you can hear this, you should tell everyone to be careful of the strange black crea-...

[Suddenly, there's and abrupt silence following the sound of something being dropped. Seconds later, you can hear paper being shifted and moved.]

Ah.. I uh... dropped the journal. There's also... ghosts, by the way....

Spade Pirates

This is Ace.

I found this cool little shop that sells a lot of different things. I think it might be magic, because I bought Vivre cards from it that work without you needing to weave them properly. There's one of every crew member for everyone, so it was pretty expensive. I was forced to sell the really fancy green hat I got off that jerk I punched.

They've been tested them too, so I know they work like the real thing. Each card has a name on them, so you know who they'll be pulled to.

I'll pass them out on the ship. Just be sure not to lose them.

Be ready, by the way. We're gonna set sail once the ship is stocked up.

 Hi. I'm Clementine. I wok up here and I have this jurnal with me. It is making lots of noses and it is a litle scarey. I have some kwestons.

1. How come my jurnal is riting itsef?

2. Wear are the wockers? I need to no know becose I want to be ready for them.

3. Their is riting in hear here that is not mine. Did some one loose their jurnal?

I don't know what to do. I am not in Savana any more.

-Clementine

[Have a nervous sounding fifteen-year-old.]

I be... [Sigh.]

Unsure o' what's uh... happenin' here, but it seems thar be somethin' wrong with ... th' way I talk, now. Although... [Small laugh.]

This be... kind o' awesome.

GINJI! OI GINJI!

[There was a sense of urgency in Bans voice. Although the two had been together only a little while ago, he was almost certain that he’d been brought here alone.]

Tch- if you’re out there, you had better be staying out of trouble!

[The journal hit the ground in a frustrated thud. There were a few moments of silence before it was retrieved. Ban sighed and softened his tone slightly.]

I like treasure as much as the next guy, but I’m not keen on doing whatever tall, rotting and ugly has to request. I’d suggest that the rest of you shouldn’t get too swept up in this, and proceed with caution.

[The last thing I need is a bunch of idiots opponents following every whim of an undead monster- (or whatever or whoever was behind that image they were shown) getting in his way. The problem remained that he had not as of yet found a crew to sign on with, and if he was going to get to the bottom of this mystery he was going to have to play along a little.]

So- uh..... is anyone still in need of crew? For a reasonable fee I might be convinced to sign on. [He totally tries to make it sound like he’d be doing whoever might take him up on this a HUGE favor] The invincible Midou Ban-sama would be an asset to any ship~!

If anyone comes across a redheaded girl that goes by the name of Kairi, please let me know.


[Worried Sora is worried.]