So. If I am to in fact, have understood, comprehended and otherwise 'got',as they say in the vernacular of the present, you lot have all arrived, not so much randomly as was previously assumed, but in fact been rounded up by some dare I say diabolical sons of wenches who have no redeemin' qualities whatsoever, and moreover have selected you as ( Read more... )

((Jack in his search for supplies, has gone to rendevous with Chiana and Xev at their little nook in Silent Hill. Which is not easy to find unless one knows what they're looking for. This said, this post is kindasorta Private to Xev and Chiana as no one else would hear the voice post it entails, but since there are forces out there spying who have ( Read more... )

Have none of ye yet tried this infernal door? Hidebound, the lot of ye. I'd be hellbent to tear free of that town. In fact, I was, and am. And so where am I then, eh ( Read more... )

And just what was all that, love?

I don't think any of those people knew ye or wanted to know ye, is my guess. Your world? well, it's gone ahead and got the best of ye.

I understand all too well. Times change. There's not a lot of lads with a taste for the sea anymore. I expect sailing the bounding main is a thing of the past as well.

It was really amazingly amazing, let me tell you. How we got out of there... why...I'm sure I must have fought dozens of monsters and meanies one handed by me onesy, and without a sword or anything.... right?

Tell me I fought dozens of monsters and meanies single handedly, will ya?

huh.
Hungry.

Maybe there's something in here.

No.

There isn't.

Anything in there?

Wrong again.

Oven. Anything in there?

There is.

Whoa.

Well. Shan't be having any of that.

((OOC: sayeth Linda she is skipping thru the part of the Tarot plot with Henry in, and as Mal is on hiatus, she said to just make something quick. Jack has found ( Read more... )

I smell smoke.

Yo ho, me hearties.

We're having a lovely time heading out to the cemetery.

Don't you wish you could join us?

Well you can't, cos I'm not having ye along, so there.

...mmph?

floor.

floor.

Hmm. Peanut.

Carry on, my darlings, nothing to see here. All's right as rain, disregard that last mph, whatchamacallsit...