towerofanimus | [OPEN] There must be something I can craft

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[OPEN] There must be something I can craft

Characters: Captain Jack Sparrow and YOU. ~~Guest appearances by Larry the Creeper and Jack the Monkey~~.
Setting: Floor 84 - BLOCKS, BLOCKS EVERYWHERE.
Format: Starting with action, but I'll match you.
Summary: Jack's got this. Kind of. Maybe. It's alright so long as you've got a good weapon against Creepers and some tenacity. And inspiration. Being mildly crazy also helps, too. But that's irrelevant. Jack's getting himself a ship and nothing will stop him!
Warnings: Jack is his own warning. Also undead animal cruelty. Also, also creepers.

[Jack's got this. It's taken a while, really, and he's spent the better part of last week exploring this one and trying to figure it out. He hadn't been very happy to find most of the stuff he'd dug out had turned out to nothing upon exiting the floor.

And then there was the Incident.

Jack didn't like to talk about the Incident.]

Any sight of Larry, mate?

[Jack, the monkey, sat atop a pile of blocks, seemingly not very happy to be there at all. The pile of blocks could, under the right angle, look almost like the mast. Of a ship. Because this is totally a thing Jack is doing, yes. Because screw you Tower, he's going to get himself a goddamn ship even if you don't like it. If your character approaches, they'll find Jack working out with a shovel and blocks of dirt, setting out a preliminary design.

Approach at your own risk, lest you find yourself shoveling dirt for him, or being used for creeper bait.]

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[This is... certainly an odd sight, not the oddest thing she's ever seen, but it's up there.

Jack, have a very unusually colored young woman approaching ~~bravely given the risk~~ with curiosity.] I could not help but overhear. You are searching for this "Larry" person...?

[Jack gives her a look for about point three seconds before he continued sauntering about, counting spaces and putting dirt blocks in place.]

That would be a no and a yes and perhaps a maybe too, depending wholly on what side of the argument you're looking at and how much you appreciate going boom, love.

[He made an exploding motion with his hands, before he went back to his blocks.]

[He doesn't know how he ended up here when he was just exploring but he knows one thing, THE WORLD IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE BLOCKY!!!]

What the hell is goin on?!

[He's running about, literally spewing fire from his mouth before he hears a voice in the distance. He doesn't know Larry but a voice means there is a person attached to it. So maybe some explanations too.]

[Jack stares at Natsu for a long, long moment, shovel in one hand, perfectly square block of dirt in the other.]

And yer asking me?

[Because dude. Dude. He doesn't spit fire and all, what the heck.]

Because if you're asking me, I'd say you've reached the limit of acceptable spicy food for a lifetime, kid.

[And he stares right back, cause dirt doesn't act like that back home. Oh by the way he came from a forest so one or two trees might have been ignited in his outrage.]

Well who else am I gonna ask? You look like you're right at home in here.

[Might notice the flame on the inside of his mouth when he speaks. As expected of the Firedragon's child.]

What are you talking about? Spicy food's the best. I'll never have enough of it.

So having your mouth on fire also makes you blind.

[Does he look blocky to you, Natsu? Really? Jack is giving you the weirdest look.]

That's good to know.

[No he doesn't look blocky but he's not freaking out like Natsu so that to him translates as being used to this freaky kind of thing.]

Hey! What the heck do you mean by that? Trying to pick a fight?

[Cause if so he's more than willing to oblige.]

Don't be silly, you can't pick a fight with a shovel.

[Jack rolls his eyes.]

Though there's a pickaxe in the workshop if you want to try.

[Jack doesn't freak out. Jack Sparrow trolls like it's going out of style.]

[Okay this guy is more random than that long clawed dog faced guy. And that's enough to give Natsu a moment of pause.]

Uh no I was thinking of using just my fist. That's how I win all my fights.

[Cept for the ones where he gets one hit KO'd by those vastly stronger than him.]

[Jack stares a moment, before delivering the flattest tone:]

Son, you're doing it wrong.

[He sighs and saunters over, swaying side by side, so you don't know if he's gonna fall on his ass or if he's drunk or what.]

But the good news is that Captain Jack is here to set you straight.

[Oh no. He's definitely starting to get swept up in Jack's flow of things. Blinking curiously.]

I am? But it's worked out so far.

[Not angry just completely utterly confused now as to what this guy knows that he doesn't]

[RUN, NATSU, RUN.]

If it has it only means lady fortuna likes you, boy, but even so, she's a lady and ladies will eventually turn around and feed you to a giant sea beastie for the good of everyone else.

[Not like. He's talking from experience. Or anything.]

So you better be prepared.

[TOO LATE CAPN]

Lady who? And why feed me to a sea beast? I'd just kick its ass from the inside.

[Getting more and more confused.]

Prepared how?

[Jack sighs dramatically and approaches Natsu further, all but shoving a shovel into his hands.]

Clearly, we must begin training immediately.

[It's shoved in his hands so naturally he grabs it. Though he does light up at the word training.]

Oh shoulda said that from the start! So how's this gonna be good for my training?

Mate, don't you know how this works?

[Jack clicks his tongue.]

Less talking, more shoveling dirt.

[He points imperiously towards a hill.]

You won't get results if you stand here dillydallying about.

[Jack's about to be introduced to the fervor a DragonSlayer can demonstrate when presented with a purpose worth pursuing.]

Oh I get it. By digging up that whole thing I'll get stronger. Piece of cake!

[Just pray his shovel won't break or else he'll just have to blow up the hill like when using dynamite.]

[Jack is torn for a short moment, before he decides trolling trumps everything else.]

By digging up the whole thing and collecting every block, yes. Watch the technique, I won't tolerate sloppiness, mate, or it's the plank for you.

[Troll all the way. That's the troll way.]

That's piece of cake. I wreck buildings without even trying back home. A hill's nothing to worry about.

[He flexes his arm and charges at the hill with shovel slung over his shoulder...that poor piece of landscape is doomed. You murderer of hills!]

[The ultimate way to conquest, yes.]

Ah, to be young and foolish again.

[Jack sighs loudly. And then just sort of sits back at the base of Jack's tower of dirt, to watch Natsu work. He wonders if he should have warned him about the power cap in this floor... but then, where would the fun be in that?]

[Limitations only feed into his stubborness so even as he notices the weight behind his movements as he attacks the hill with reckless fervor, he only grits his teeth and tries harder. In a matter of minutes the shovel is almost half spent. At least there is a considerable dent in the hill in exchange.]

Stupid...hill's tougher than it looks...

[Jack the monkey drops to rest on Jack's shoulder, pulling a few strawberries from within the depths of his little clothing.]

Mmm, lacks technique, doesn't he?

[Jack nicked away a strawberry from the monkey - half eaten - and popped it into his mouth without a care, as he continued to watch Natsu struggle on his epic battle against the hill. Jack made a loud, chittering noise.]

[But he more than makes up for that with stubborness and tenacity. Unfortunataely the shovel snaps after double the ammount of blocks he's already dug up.]

Ah crap!

[Jack bounced over, looking entirely too cheerful.]

Ah! You're done with the warmup, eh? Excellent, excellent. Now you can start the main event.

[Ignore the monkey eating berries and hanging off his hair.]

[That's the first time someone's actually smiling after he broke something of theirs.]

Wait. That was supposed to happen?

[Jack grins.]

Well, of course. It's a training shovel. It goes away when you don't need it anymore. Honestly, boy, don't you know anything about how this world works?

[Who's talking out of his ass? Jack is talking out of his ass. Yup.]

It means you're ready for the next part of your training!

This world is new to me yeah. Stuff in my world doesn't break so easily. Not to mention it's less blocky.

[And who is going along with it. That's right it's this guy.]

Sweet! So what's next?!

The rest of the Tower is less blocky, lot more durable.

[Jack waves a hand dismissively.]

But that's not why we're here. We're here to make you better. Stronger.

[Jack casually pointed at another hill.]

Now go show that pesky mound how much it should fear your fists, boy.

[That is actually the ugliest monkey alive. Or...undead, really.]

...are you building a ship?

[Dude, don't hurt its feelings! Just because he's an undead abomination that will probably give you rabies if he bites you doesn't mean Jack doesn't have feelings.]

Ah, a lad with proper vision!

[Have a wide, shining pirate grin, Kurt.]

[Kurt cares naught for evil disease-ridden monkey's feelings. Not at all. He'll cross his arms and tilt his head and eye the block-ship.]

Aren't you worried it'll...crumble? Like, as soon as you step on it?

[Kurt should be wary of getting a monkey to the face, then. It's been known to happen. ~~It's become Jack's favorite ranged weapon, really.~~

He seems to ponder the question for a moment.]

...nah. It'll be a sturdy one, it's all in the shovel work.

[Ew, no, insult to injury, Kurt will go and stand on the other side of the SS Dirtpile to put as much space between himself and the monkey as possible.]

I'll take your word for it. It looks sound thus far.

[Jack makes an annoyed, chittery sound and bounces up and down its outlook. You're lucky dirt is blocky here, Kurt, or he'd just fling handfuls of dirt at your face. ~~At least we hope they'd be dirt.~~ Jack the pirate watches Kurt move about, shovel casually thrown on his shoulder.]

That it does, lad. That it does. It'll look even better in wood.

Oh, you're planning on building it. [Kurt is watching you, monkey. No undead poops here, plz.]

The pool's fairly big. I think you could do a couple laps in a decent-sized ship. [He's humoring you, Jack, can you tell?]

[Watch him, Kurt, watching him 'cause he'll drop on you soon enough.

Jack gives Kurt a long, long look.]

...are you dumb?

...I don't think so.

Saying that only reinforces the idea, you know.

You're very charming, aren't you.

[Jack gives Kurt a pearly---well, okay, a blackened, half golden smile.]

Well, I don't like to brag, but if you can already tell, there is no harm in admitting to the truth, is there?

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