[OPEN] Kangae sugi no MESSAGE

[andajarofdirt]

Characters: Jack Sparrow and YOU
Setting: Anywhere you feel like. BACKDATED TO THE 21ST
Format: Action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Just Jack trolling everyone ever with his mad Japanese skills. It's just like in them animes, guys.
Warnings: Long live the non sequitur. If your character speaks Japanese, feel free to catch him on his antics. If not, expect Jack to follow your character around, chattering up in a language they can't understand. Because he's bored, okay.

[Well, the way he sees it, there are two options here: sit down and complain - and hope anyone could understand the complaining - or take advantage of this.

There aren't many things to be considered advantageous in the tower as a whole, Jack has learned in his months here, but when it all fails, there's always the most basic advantage you can have in the face of adversity: be the guy laughing, not the one crying about it.

That's why he's strolling down the stairs cheerfully, waving at anyone he sees.]

Ahoy, mate, lovely day, ain't it?

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[andajarofdirt]

Alas, my child, it's perfectly alright.

[Jack gives Itachi a sympathetic look.]

Not everyone can be as perfect as Captain Jack Sparrow.

[silentsacrifice]

Are you drunk?

[Itachi pantomimes tipping a cup of sake to his lips.]

[andajarofdirt]

[Double pistols and a wink. Only not. Jack grins, showing hideous teeth at Itachi's gesture.]

You have your head in the game, I see.

[silentsacrifice]

[He somehow manages not to cringe at that lovely display.]

"Yes," then. [He mutters under his breath:] You still don't smell any less like alcohol...

[Why is he still talking. This is ridiculous.]

[andajarofdirt]

[Hey, his teeth are perfectly respectable pirate teeth. Also, magic, Itachi. Jack is pure magic.]

Unfortunately, such nice things in life need a compensation.

[Jack rubs his thumb against his index and middle finger, signaling exactly what type of compensation he wants.]

[silentsacrifice]

[Itachi sighs. That gesture, at least, he can make sense of.]

Does it look like I have any money?

[He holds his hands out palm-up for a second, then lets them drop back to his sides.]

[andajarofdirt]

[Jack rolls his eyes pointedly at Itachi.]

My friend, do you mind if I call you friend? I'll do the friendly backstabbing induction ceremony later, I promise.

[Jack shakes his head and flings a hand to the side as if he's going to explain something that should be obvious.]

My friend, you are thinking entirely in a single plane. You need to think outside the box, without the plans, avoiding the predictable.

[A pause.]

You also need a haircut.

[silentsacrifice]

[All of that talking finally gets to Itachi, and he stops dead in his tracks. He doesn't say anything, nor does he make any signs or gestures. He just stares. Actually, it's more like a glare, one that's sure to betray how increasingly annoyed he's getting with Jack's shenanigans.]

[andajarofdirt]

[The problem with that, Itachi, my friend is that a. Jack is not scared of you. And b. Jack wanted to annoy you. So all in all, Itachi's reaction only makes Jack grin obnoxiously.]

Don't give me that look, mate, it's not my fault.

[silentsacrifice]

[Itachi holds his glare for a few more moments, then breaks away, going down a few more steps. He steps off into the art gallery, which wasn't where he'd been intending to go in the first place, but he figures Jack might get bored if he ignores him in favor of the paintings for long enough.

Besides, artwork can be enjoyed perfectly well even if you no longer understand most written or spoken languages.]

[andajarofdirt]

[Can artwork be enjoyed with a prattling pirate at your heels? Because that's what's happening. A stream of obnoxiously cheerful chatter from Jack, absently criticizing every painting. And Itachi's hair.]