come_sailaway | We didn't choose the pirate life

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We didn't choose the pirate life

Who: Stede Bonnet, Edward "Blackbeard" Teach, Lucius Spriggs, Skulduggery, John Watson, Darcy LeJeune, Diana York, Ava, Yuri Lowell, Clarke Griffin, Beetlejuice, Jinx, Jim Jimenez and Hiram
What: Pirate Crew Meet & Greet
When: 5/27
Where: Bellona Theater
Warnings None yet

Everyone at some point will get an invite to the theater, either pressed into their hand or shoved under their door. The stage is set with black curtains hanging in the background and on each seat there will be a little gift basket with a black ribbon, a name, a candy bar and a black pen with a little spiral notebook.

In each notebook, Stede has written a little note of encouragement. He will wait for them all to find their seats before he begins.

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No, it isn't. There are ways to learn without stepping on peoples throats and upheaving entire worlds.

And if you can't figure out a way to acquire knowledge without hurting people, you don't deserve it.

That's your opinion. An uneducated, ignorant one, of course, but an opinion.

You'll still find I'm in the majority.

So. If you ever manage to become a god, and take over all the realities and learn everything there is to know... Then what? You think that's going to leave you happy and content? Or just more lonely and bored than you were when you started.

[shrugs] Then I continue on to find out what is even greater than that.

...huh.

( and for a good few moments, clarke lapses into silence. some of the firm lined animosity even washes from her face, replaced by contemplation and silent thought. she doesn't look at darcy off to the side, just sits back in her auditorium seat and stares at the profile of the captain's manufactured face until — )

...I feel sorry for you.

... Why?

[it doesn't even sound dismissive it sounds like an actual moment of confusion.]

Whatever you're actually looking for — not knowledge, not entertainment — ...I don't think you're ever going to find it.

Even if you think you do, it's never going to be enough. And that's a tragedy beyond one even you can create.

Edited 2022-05-28 07:29 (UTC)

[a pause.

shrugs.]

All this shit about us being tools and fuel, and you're not even in control of where you're going. Are you?

[ For all she'd been listening and watching, it needed to be said. She'd seen enough ghosts clambering for something without knowing what they'll do once they get it to recognize it, stories repeated over and over until the end is inescapable. ]

You've been doing it too long. There's nothing else left. You don't even enjoy this anymore. Do you?

I'm having lots of fun. Aren't you?

( the snide, classic teenage response of drawling oh, so much fun is on the tip of her tongue and yet... wow, weirdly this feels like a moment to be blatantly honest. flat. maybe even a little sad.

honesty, thrown down like a challenge. double dog dare you, dickhead. )

...No. I'm really not.

How unfortunate. Then you really won't be having fun soon enough.

[ Well, if this conversation was turning unproductive, may as well make it really unproductive. Darcy props up her cheek, leaning her elbow on the seat in front of her. ]

Hm? That's nice, dear, [ She condescends right back at him, ] anything else?

You're the ones asking me questions, so.

( a bitter, unimpressed tch slips out from between clarke's teeth, and she's almost of a mind to call it quits right here. but — alright, one more question, just to put an end to a point of debate between her and darcy specifically. )

What was the point of killing Friday in front of all of us? Just spectacle, or were you trying to remind everyone that you're in charge here?

She had annoyed me earlier.

Punishment doesn't end up being public unless you're trying to send a message.

I'd forgotten about it until then. [and then he saw Natsuno and was like "wait."]

...uh-huh.

( honestly, if he'd mentioned natsuno's name out loud, clarke might have made the connection. but for now this dot must remain listlessly unconnected, while two teenage girls grow perpetually more and more frustrated with the uselessness of this conversation — however honest it is or otherwise.

another beat spent surveying the captain's basic features, looking for any sort of emotional foothold — a task a lot like trying to climb glass — to prompt another question at this time. but, retreats had to be as tactical as approaches. and clarke's gaze eventually slips back to her companion. )

Come on, Darcy. Let's go.

[ It was a good attempt, though not a useful one. Darcy tries her best not to feel defeated as she rises from her own seat, circling back to Clarke's side like a trained falcon. Notably, she makes no attempt to give him the knife, keeping it tucked in her hand in her pocket. ]

[SIGHS DRAMATICALLY and goes back to the very important work of idly staring at the ceiling.]

( oh nope, sorry, wait, one last point to make.

clarke stands, shuffles to the side and gets approximately two steps away before realizing how much she hates everything — the captain, this theater, this stupid pirate meeting, herself, how this conversation went, the captain again — and makes an abrupt 180. there's no froth along her jaw, nor blazing fire in her eyes. but.

same energy as she's retracing her steps. bypassing sitting next to him again in favor of putting one hand on the back of his seat and the other on the armrest closest and leaning in. proximity is a quick learned tool, and readily abused in clarke's hands. and it's like the dining hall all over again, but lobster crackers are replaced with verbal taunts. )

History dictates even gods can be killed. You're not invulnerable now and you won't be then — and even if I'm not alive to see it, every particle that remains of my body and soul will rejoice on the day someone burns you out of existence.

Edited 2022-05-29 07:32 (UTC)

... [blinks]

Was there a question in there, or...?

[ Darcy skids to a stop a short distance away once Clarke about-faces, sighs to herself in recognition that she could easily be doing the same, and walks back into the jaws of the beast to drag Clarke away. She says nothing initially, just gently ushers her to leave him be. She whispers- ]

He's just trying to make us mad. You can't threaten him, it doesn't work.

[ But... as she's walking away... She turns her head, not properly facing him. ]

How many other people have tried to save you, before our group came aboard?

Why would anyone ever even think to do something so stupid?

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