[Alright, so this is a very weird guy, and well, normally Cross wouldn't care, but he does sort of know this very weird guy. Sort of. Yeah. So he does look at this dream, and dear God that's just as weird - what the hell is this - but besides all that weirdness there's also something else.
Something interesting.
Mutiny, huh?
Very interesting indeed.
Hah. "Frecklesharks"? Jack's way of talking is kind of amusing.
And he makes a video call, because he knows this guy. And, well... Jack tends to interest him quite a lot, actually. Somehow. Despite all the madness and general... things that annoy him.
He raises an eyebrow at the screen, then his lips curl into a grin. Because others' pain is fun sometimes. When they're people like Jack.]
Mutiny.
[...and that is all.
It's spoken slightly as if it's a question, though, and that sort of makes more sense, right?]
[Jack is a bit surprised. Quite a lot, actually. He turns back and stares at the Hitomi. Does it make people capable of reading minds? Well, that might be a bother. He doesn't like people knowing what he thinks. Not. At. All.
But look, it's that guy he knows. And that is "just great", in both meanings. Depending on that man. Oh well.
He nods with a somewhat skew smile, though nothing else out of his gesture seems extraordinary, as if he's talking about daisies or something.]
Mutiny.
[Why would the Mad Guru be interested in it, though? Because that doesn't really sound like just being nice, no. His tone is rather nonchalant, as if talking with a cup of tea.]
[So he wouldn't know how it feels, and he doesn't know.]
What happened?
[It seems like a subject that might be touchy, but that won't stop him from asking, not at all. It doesn't seem like it's a touchy subject, though. Jack looks pretty uncaring about it.]
[Traitors aren't the only ones who burn in the lowest circle of hell. But the act of treachery is fluid. A traitor to God and his creations and his will, a traitor to heaven, a traitor to a lover, or a family, a workplace, a friend. Castiel is not sure what would hurt the most, except he knows that betraying God and His wishes and needs is the lowest thing he can think of
( ... )
[Jack looks at the man on the screen whom he's never seen before, despite of spending a couple of days here. He looks almost.. sympathetic, in a way, as if he knows something. And Jack once again feels a little concerned about his mind apparently being open at points, and tugs on his hair a little before plastering his signature smile on. Bit by bit, he's getting a hang of the strange device, so he decides he might as well reply. Some chatting never hurt anyone, no~ He smiles a bit wider, as if nothing in the dream nor presence bothers him at all.]
Ah, most definitely it might. Would you happen to know where to find one?
[Because no, he haven't seen any storage units for alcohol here this far, no, though it's possible to get a little of it in inns and alike. That's not near enough though, and he hadn't managed to find actual rum yet.]
Yes. There are a few. Although, the question remains if you fear the gods and their punishment for the wicked act of thievery.
[A head tilt.
This strange man that he cannot read thoughts of, Castiel wants to understand how he had coped with that muntiny, that betrayal, being left behind. He wants to understand how he seems to remain so ... "jolly".
Castiel is half tempted to appear by his side and take what information he wants.]
[He makes a small pause and then smiles widely, waving his hands to the sides a little for better emphasis.]
Nah, not at all. Actually, I'm sure they all want me to find those.. stores, and be grateful for them blowing good fortune my way.
[What he really knows and believes are the sea gods, and yes, they do blow faith around with winds and currents and they would definitely not mind him getting drunk on stolen booze, not at all. Quite the opposite, actually.]
The dream has played, and Gokudera sits back, not quite realizing why he's watching a movie, and not even very good movie, through his hitomi.
As it seems the man in the movie, the pirate in the movie is still there when the sea has gone away, and other people seem to be answering this post as well, he reluctantly reaches for the recording button. The camera catches him frowning, cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. ]
...so, is this some kind of crazy role playing channel?
[Jack blinks and just stares for a few moments. Oh look, now that's a THIRD individual with old man's hair who doesn't seem all that old. Hopefully he's more like Mad Guru's Apprentice and not The Eunuch, in that sense at least, but who knows. What a weird place indeed, completed with weird people in it.
He plasters on a huge, all-knowing smile before it fades into a curious blink.]
[And yes, Beyond is bored because Mihael is so very avoidant. So he's open to the dreams of others and perhaps connecting with others who may be of some use. One day. This one seems less than useful after that comical display, but all the same. Boredom.]
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Something interesting.
Mutiny, huh?
Very interesting indeed.
Hah. "Frecklesharks"? Jack's way of talking is kind of amusing.
And he makes a video call, because he knows this guy. And, well... Jack tends to interest him quite a lot, actually. Somehow. Despite all the madness and general... things that annoy him.
He raises an eyebrow at the screen, then his lips curl into a grin. Because others' pain is fun sometimes. When they're people like Jack.]
Mutiny.
[...and that is all.
It's spoken slightly as if it's a question, though, and that sort of makes more sense, right?]
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But look, it's that guy he knows. And that is "just great", in both meanings. Depending on that man. Oh well.
He nods with a somewhat skew smile, though nothing else out of his gesture seems extraordinary, as if he's talking about daisies or something.]
Mutiny.
[Why would the Mad Guru be interested in it, though? Because that doesn't really sound like just being nice, no. His tone is rather nonchalant, as if talking with a cup of tea.]
Have ever you been mutinied upon?
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[So he wouldn't know how it feels, and he doesn't know.]
What happened?
[It seems like a subject that might be touchy, but that won't stop him from asking, not at all. It doesn't seem like it's a touchy subject, though. Jack looks pretty uncaring about it.]
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His smile that he now puts on looks a little disturbing.]
Oh, just a bunch of treacherous dirty fish-boned squid-hearted good-for-nothings sailing away with MY SHIP. That sums it up pretty nicely, actually.
[He waves his hand in the air a bit, because heck, it DOES.]
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Ah, most definitely it might. Would you happen to know where to find one?
[Because no, he haven't seen any storage units for alcohol here this far, no, though it's possible to get a little of it in inns and alike. That's not near enough though, and he hadn't managed to find actual rum yet.]
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[A head tilt.
This strange man that he cannot read thoughts of, Castiel wants to understand how he had coped with that muntiny, that betrayal, being left behind. He wants to understand how he seems to remain so ... "jolly".
Castiel is half tempted to appear by his side and take what information he wants.]
Do you fear the gods?
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Nah, not at all. Actually, I'm sure they all want me to find those.. stores, and be grateful for them blowing good fortune my way.
[What he really knows and believes are the sea gods, and yes, they do blow faith around with winds and currents and they would definitely not mind him getting drunk on stolen booze, not at all. Quite the opposite, actually.]
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The dream has played, and Gokudera sits back, not quite realizing why he's watching a movie, and not even very good movie, through his hitomi.
As it seems the man in the movie, the pirate in the movie is still there when the sea has gone away, and other people seem to be answering this post as well, he reluctantly reaches for the recording button. The camera catches him frowning, cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. ]
...so, is this some kind of crazy role playing channel?
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He plasters on a huge, all-knowing smile before it fades into a curious blink.]
A what?
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A role playing channel, like, kids with two much time in their hands putting on costumes and pretending to be... pirates, or... whatever, wizards.
[ He plugs off the cigarette from the corner of his mouth and blows the smoke aside. ]
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Pretending? My good man, I am Captain Jack Sparrow, and many would like to.. pretend they're me while they're not, but alas, I am.
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Cruise life can be tough, huh?
[Amused.]
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Aye, I prefer mine with entertainment and drinks all around.
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