We didn't choose the pirate life

[touchofcashmere]

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.

Comments

[saltwaterlungs]

[ 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?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

You're the ones asking me questions, so.

[skaikru]

( 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?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

She had annoyed me earlier.

[skaikru]

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

[sictransitgloriamundi]

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

[skaikru]

...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.

[saltwaterlungs]

[ 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. ]

[sictransitgloriamundi]

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

[skaikru]

( 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.

[sictransitgloriamundi]

... [blinks]

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

[saltwaterlungs]

[ 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?

[sictransitgloriamundi]

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

[saltwaterlungs]

Nobody? Ever? In all this time?

[ Either... well, she's more than willing to accept her own stupidity, of course. But she's sure that in all the time he's been here, people would have tried everything else. Attacking him, trying to persuade him, bargain with him, reason with him. That... nobody ever thought to try and help him churns her gut a little. Maybe he usually brought monsters here, maybe it was deliberate, maybe she wasn't even going to be the one to do it. But... ]

I'm sorry. Can't say I'm surprised, but I am sorry. We're going to fix this, even if you won't help us. Even if it is stupid. You deserve mercy.

[ Even the angry dead clawing her flesh to ribbons deserved to rest. It sure wasn't going to be easy, and she doesn't believe her own words as she says them, her anger at being trapped and separated from her life still too fresh and raw to deliver with the conviction it deserves. But if it's their way out, if this is what must be done, then it must be done. Darcy has always been a vessel for things greater than herself, always subsumed in the will of others. She'll get used to the feeling again, given enough time. ]