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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2007 20:40:32 GMT -5
Heavy rain pounded everywhere, drowning out all sound. All sound, save for one... That of a pounding, threatening organ. Squid-like, grimy, green tentacles along with a crab claw pounded away at the instrument, producing the horrid melody. The music echoed a medly of emotions, varying from hate to sorrow. The organ was aboard the most feared ship in all the world: The Flying Dutchman. Playing it was none other than the famous Captain Davy Jones.
The Dutchman bobbed up and down upon the harsh waves, but kept straight regardless. On deck, crewman managed the sails and other means of controlling the ship, making sure that they did their job with the utmost precision, for fear of being beaten. Below the deck, the rest of the crew were playing a game. It wasn't your everyday game either. This was a game of deception; a game of gambling. One would wonder what the damned had to gamble... but if one were able to wonder, one would know that they only had their years of service to wager.
Jones continued to play the organ, lettng his slimy green body flow with the horrid medly of sounds. Beside the organ lay a metallic, heart-shaped object that set the tune the old captain played to. Once a normal, human man, old Davy had been one of the most notorious men to sail the seas. Now he had been reduced to accompanying the dead to the afterlife... and for what!? One measly day every ten years during which he could set foot upon dry land!? BAH! Ignoring the recollection, Jones continued to play, oblivious to anything beyond himself and the organ.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2007 21:53:44 GMT -5
((^^ I can play a simplified version of that on the piano, the "Davy Jones" song used in the Dead Man's Chest soundtrack by Hans Zimmer... It's so pretty. I got the soundtrack from a friend, and I blasted my ears off when I was too stupid to remember that the organ music plays really loudly after the locket music. >> okay, onward with the roleplay.))
Bitterness. The single word to describe the haunting wail of waving music, weaving painfully across the expanse of angry sea. Flying dangerously above the crashing water and the sadness of the organ, the man's blood-red cloak flapped about with his tangle of ebony hair, both considerably dry despite the spray of filthy brine. Red eyes scanned the sea animal-encrusted deepwater ship, taking care to avoid the hostile-looking spike that jutted out from the crest of the huge boat. Other men scrambled around, and it took the former Turk another dreaded look to see they had lost what humanity they could once lay claim to. Just like him. But his body was out of a strange sense of kindness. Vincent sensed only heartwrenching remorse. Or perhaps anger as vast as the drab sky. At that, he frowned, the expression making his handsomely lean face dark with thought. The only being he felt on that ship was hidden from view, and his energy managed to drown out all the other crewmembers combined. It was rage deeper than the sea, sorrow more painful than a dozen broken hearts, and yet, a bare touch of kindness that existed as much as the wind's touch.
He dared to come closer, careful to stay in the shadows for wariness of being seen. He found the back of the ship with a wide open window, the glass glowing orange from the lamplight within, and the thing panned all along the side of what Vincent guessed was a cabin. What energy he borrowed from Chaos let him glide peacefully down to the deck, his metal-clad feet coming down with a gentle tap. Brushing a little water from his face, he checked Cerberus at his side and the area around him before slipping in through the cold window. Suppressing a shudder as something gooey oozed by him, Vincent stood, lonely and quietly defiant of the pain that surrounded him.
His pace was almost squishy and creaky at the same time as he walked out from the cabin and left down the narrow corridor, letting the music lead his pathway. What was it?
The huge doors before him explained about a fourth of what he sought. They practically screamed beware this room. The gunslinger was near-fearless, and laid his one real hand on one of the door's cold panels, not really wanting to go in, but curiosity let him study the entrance.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2007 13:20:13 GMT -5
The menacing sound of the organ continued for a time in Jones' cabin. Below deck however, one of the men was snickering as he lifted up a mug that revealed three dice. The fish-like man saw that he had a 1 and two 3's. Glancing around, the man awaited his competitors to make a bet. "Four 4's," came the shrill cry of a crab-like man. "Five 4's," upped the man beside him. "Six 3's," came the next. "LIAR!" the fish-man called, smirking. Quickly, the men lifted all of their mugs to reveal a single 1, four 4's, five three's, and two 6's. "AHAHAHAHA! Not even the captain could best my luck!" cried the victor.
At the sound of the man's voice, the organ ceased, and the pounding of a peg leg could be heard echoing throughout the ship. Old Davy exited his cabin, and quickly appeared below deck at the game table. "Is that right?" the captain inquired, smirking. "We'll see about that. I tell you what... if you can win against me, you are free to go. BUT... if you fail... you will spend eternity on this ship!" the captain proclaimed, letting out a small chuckle, for he knew that regardless, he'd be the winner.
"You're on cap'n!" the fish-man replied, looking around in worry as the crew laughed at his retort.
Jones quickly sat and took a mug, then, shaking the dice, pounded it back against the table and leaned it up just a tad. Before him, the dice had turned to be three 5's. "Four fives," the captain proclaimed boldly. "LIAR!" came the fish-man's reply. Then, lifting his cup in horror, the fish-man saw that he had been right. "I'M FREE!" the sailor proclaimed, smiling brightly as the crew and Jones laughed. "So you are," Jones replied, smirking. The only thing that could be heard in the next few moments as the laughter ceased was a single wail... followed by silence.
"DOES ANYONE ELSE DARE TO DEFY ME!?" old Davy demanded harshly, standing over a corpse that was no doubt the fish-man. The old captain watched his crew as thy went silent and motionless; not a glimmer of hope shined in their eyes. "Then back to your stations!" Jones ordered, stalking heftily back to his cabin. However, the old sailor stopped for a moment, as if he sensed something. "I must be losin' me mind," the squid-like man muttered as he stepped back into his cabin. Moments later, the same, menacing tune could be heard reverborating through the ship once more.
(BTW, I have a link to the song if you'd like to hear it.)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2007 16:41:03 GMT -5
((Naw, it's okay, I have that song... ><))
Bliddy game, Vincent could hear the thing all the way from here!
It was a miracle that he wasn't seen as the doors had opened before, hiding in the recesses of the sea-taken panel as someone walked past. Must have been the musician. Taking his chance when he was sure that whoever it was, was gone, Vincent went through the elaborate entrance and took up a corner of the room, listening faintly to the ravings of the dice game. He scanned the room, still covered with that layer of oceanic stuff. No, wait, it was made of it? The man couldn't help it and shuddered slightly with disgust. But, at least, it wasn't as bad as the damned madman Hojo.
The organ was larger than he had expected it, and cleaner than he had thought it would be. He dared to take a few steps closer to examine the keys, well-played, and took a quick glance at the locket that was - wait, a locket? Vincent picked it up and surveyed its make, setting it down as he had found it. No way in JENOVA was he going to open it. Something about it told him not to... But, he found that this must be very valuable to whomever it belonged to. The gunslinger slid back into the shadows of the wall, just in time as the doors slammed open. C-clap, THUNK, c-clap, THUNK was the step pattern. Crimson eyes widened as he saw the peg of a leg, and a booted foot supporting the monster of a being that resumed playing that haunting song.
It was a long set of tentacles that seemed to be playing the instrument. Vincent's vantage point did not let him get a good look, but perhaps it originated from his face? Possibly, as the rest of the crewmen here had something weird on them. Like that shark-headed man, and a guy with a funny looking claw. Honestly, Vincent feared Sephiroth's long silky hair more than these odd limbs.
Saying nothing, he stood stock-still. Just a rest after flying over the ocean. Wouldn't do to... to... be murdered like that other guy by the musician. More than a musician. The hat on his head... Captain. How did Vincent know this? Smart, intuitive knowledge. And he probably had a strength of his own, guessing from his form. The music said otherwise. This male (decidedly so, as a female wouldn't act like that even if it was "one of those days"), must have a soft conscience underneath.
Don't move. Don't move...
In alarm, he sensed more than felt the wall behind him move. Vincent's head whirled about in alarm. An odd shell or somewhat was... reaching out? As if it wanted to pick up his cloak and merge it with one with the ship. Scary. Oh shoot, he'd get seen after this! Tucking his arms in close to his body and stepping just out of reach, he froze like a mummy. His hands were more useful than the rest of him right now. If the thing extended farther, might as well leave his torso able to move in case if Cerberus was needed...
Yet, he had a thought that he wasn't going to die here.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2007 17:52:51 GMT -5
Continuing the haunting melody, Jones' body flowed with the keys, generating an awe inspiring (if not terrifying) melody. As the sound echoed throughout the Dutchman, the massive ship bobbed up and down upon the water. Suddenly, Jones ceased playing the organ and reached for the locket. As the old captain opened the ornament, a timid tune echoed from the device, rendering his eyes tearful. Then the man heard something, and turned his head to see a man.
Rising to his feet, a look of confusion crossed old Davy's face as he observed Vincent. Eyes wide with awe and fury, Jones walked over to the man, peg leg pounding. "I assume you're enjoying yourself aboard my ship, stowaway?" the man inquired, water spewing forth from his lips. "What brings ye to the Dutchman?"
(bleh, short... >.<)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2007 18:27:27 GMT -5
An annoyed tug of his scarlet attire from the clingy shell and Vincent stepped well away from the wall now, but keeping distance from the squid-y man. Eww. And he drooled... or would that just be a side effect of being on open water too long? He didn't know, having only been on Cid's airships before. The captain's eyes were sorrowful, brimming with anger and pain, as if he would never find the answer to why he existed or something similar to that. The Turk took his time before answering, remaining calm as he surveyed the man. That claw would be dangerous. The tentacles are an unfair advantage, even if it was the guy's face. Or beard. Or hair. Or whatever it was. And where was his nose? What about ears? Bleh.
"..." he decided. No answer was as good as a white lie right now. What was he supposed to say? And Vincent wasn't necessarily the friendly type, unlike Yuffie who would probably say something ditzy. My name is Yuffie, I'm a crackpot hyper ninja that loves sugar and talking and I love what you did with the decorations, they're very life-like. Nice squidy things, where did you get them? Can I borrow them? Or pet them? Ooh, they look slimy, nevermind. Hey, were you born with a hand like that or is that a synthetic thing like Vinny's feet? Oh, do you have glowing balls - I mean, Materia? I'd love to steal it from you. Wait, what did you ask me again? Yeah, right.
Vincent said nothing, on the other hand, and looked away. This man's emotion was as good as identical to his. In his mind, there was nothing to say.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2007 9:58:44 GMT -5
Jones awaited a reply, but none came. This infuriated the man to no end. "You stow away on my ship. You get caught on my ship. I demand an explanation... and you refuse!? What madness be this!? Do you not fear death! You'll quickly find yourself in the depths, if that be the case!" old Davy shouted in rage. Unable to control his anger, Jones drew his sword and pointed it at the strange man before him. "What is your purpose here? If there be none, I doubt you'll be missed," the captain demanded, water spewing from his squid-like lips with every word.
(Bleh, shortness... >.<)
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