towerofanimus | [OPEN] alas, my children

Characters: Jack, Jack & you.
Setting: Floor 42
Format: Starting action, but I'll match you either way.
Summary: In which Jack - the monkey - is being a pest, and Jack - the pirate - wants his goddamn hat back.
Warnings: Jack Sparrow being Jack Sparrow. Also, creepy undead monkey and potential shooting of it.

JACK!

[Captain Jack Sparrow does not usually scream. Or screech. Or lose his cool, composed air of sophisticated pirate lord. ~~In other words, he's usually too busy pretending to be drunk to do much, really.~~ But sometimes a man must take a stand. Sometimes, there's a monkey involved. Sometimes, a hat is in danger.]

Bugger all, you little pest. I'm gonna shoot yer brains out, see if I don't!

[Sometimes, when an undead monkey steals your hat and runs away into a floor made of shifting, moving bars, you think "oh god, why" or "I bet you all this is God's way of getting back at me about the priest thing" and "I really did think it was a brothel, mate, it's a common mistake to make!" When you're Jack Sparrow, though, the reaction is more along the lines of profuse pirate swearing before chasing after it. Into the bars. Which is where your character will find him, balancing around half drunkenly, moving along and trying to reach the monkey with the hat, pistol at hand. He can't shoot the monkey because then his hat will fall off, but he can certainly chase it.

You know, for someone who's supposedly drunk off his ass - how!? - Jack has an uncanny sense of balance, able to run and jump and otherwise chase around after the undead, chittering monkey with relative ease.]

I will make bullets outta your bones, Jack, to make up for the ones you make me waste!

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Which are as harsh as yer pretty, yes.

[Jack grins, a touch of wilderness in him as well, though his is more like pure, unadulterated chaos.]

An' you're mighty pretty, love.

[Oh. Oh. A human with a touch of the dark inside him. She would have to keep track of this one. He might be fun!]

Thank you for the two compliments.

There were three, actually.

[Jack grins at her easily, sidestepping the moving bars as he continues to try and corner the monkey.]

But it's alright, love, you deserve them.

[She laughed throatily, still watching the events with amusement]

I am still impressed that you are trying something so futile.

Why is it futile?

[Jack continues to move with startling ease, underneath the drunken stumble.]

And how do you know what I'm trying to do?

Catch a monkey in a room designed to hinder movement. Especially... are you intoxicated? I have the worst time figuring if humans are intoxicated or if they are naturally that clumsy.

[Jack pauses to look at her, arms folded over his chest.]

Well now, that's just mean. I don't want to catch the monkey, I just want my hat back. The tower can keep the monkey, for all I care.

[Jack chirped up at that, as if in protest. Jack sniffed disdainfully.]

As for the other thing, am I? Well, who wouldn't be intoxicated in your presence, love?

[He grins and half stumbles, half falls into another bar. It's hard to say if he was falling or if he had really meant to go that way. It's always hard to tell, with Jack.]

[She laughed. Okay, she was actually starting to enjoy this human a lot]

I see. You're quite flattering.

Charming, love. The word you're looking for is charming. And I am.

[He gives her a dashing smile.]

I am also Captain Jack Sparrow, at your service if you ask nicely enough, love.

Catarina Amanto, dear Captain Jack Sparrow. [Her own smile's seductive, inviting]

Lovely name, yes, fitting of a lovely lady.

[He tilts his head a little, half preening under the look and answering with an easy smile of his own.]

Perhaps when you get your... hat... back, we could spend time getting to know each other.

That sounds absolutely delightful.

[Jack grins.]

[She carefully made her way over to him, her hand coming up to his face. Then she leaned in for a kiss]

Now, love, just be careful there, yes, wouldn't want to see... you... fa...

[Oh. WELL THEN. He's not about to complain, really.]

[She let her senses open a little, feeding on him slightly. Then she pulled back, smiling] Until then.

[A slow blink.]

Definitely.

[Another slow blink. And then he shot the monkey off the bar and dived in to catch his hat. Hey, maybe all he needed was a little... motivation, to work faster.]

[Catarina laughed at that, low and husky.] Well. I suppose that is one way to do it.

I like doing things many, many different ways, love. Keeps it fun.

Indeed, that it does. [It's rare she finds a human with a soul that speaks to her own. And she likes this, yes she does. She held out her hand to him, smiling]

[Is there anything in this whole situation that could not end in disaster? Jack doesn't know but he's more than willing to go find out.]

And we wouldn't want to be boring, would we?

I feel you would wish for death if you were forced to boredom. [She leaned to him to kiss him again]

Except for the part where death is dead borin', love.

[Jack grinned into the kiss, arching an eyebrow.]

Trust me, I'd know.

Really. Then perhaps we should make our own fun to forget about it.

I like the way you think.

[Ignore the hand on your hip. Or don't. He's handsy.]

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