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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I do not see how that statement could be true.

Why not? What about the adventure? The thrill? The rum?

All of such can be had on land where drowning is not a concern.

But that's just not the same!

[Jack gives her a heavy look.]

Everything's better ~~under~~ in the sea.

[You're welcome for the mental image of Jack Sparrow slurring along Under the Sea.]

You are less likely to drown on land.

So you stay at home in bed every day, all day?

Of course not. The sea is not a place for a knight.

That's the point, love.

[Jack is only being this patient because you're this pretty, I hope you realize.]

The sea is a place for everyone.

[Saber doesn't pick up on it.]

I am a knight.

Everyone.

My armor would sink any man in the water.

[Mock-sincere enough it almost seems an honest question.]

Your armor makes you a knight?

No. But my armor and sword are symbols of my knighthood. I would feel... odd without them.

You could probably keep the sword.

[He pats his own.]

Never go into the sea without a good sword.

[She looks at the sword and chuckles.]

You carry a saber.

Which, as it turns out, is a type of sword, yes.

[She chuckles again.]

My name is Saber.

[See her amusement?]

[Jack blinks at that, once, twice, then gives her a brilliant, blinding smile.]

Mighty pretty name, that, for a mighty pretty lady, eh? Why do I feel it's also very fittin', too?

Perhaps it is best to leave that unanswered.

Heh, perhaps.

[He gives her a flourish salute, somehow not dislodging the monkey by now almost asleep on his head.]

You have astonishing agility. Most humans would have fallen by now.

Do I?

[He plays dumb, head tilting to the side as he sways.]

Yes. Though I am uncertain how much is actual agility and how much is luck given you seem intoxicated.

[Jack laughs.]

At this point, does it really matter which one's which?

Yes. One means I forgive you for your overly familiar means of addressing me.

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