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come_sailaway2022-10-13 09:32 pm
theweakhavepurpose) wrote in come_sailaway2022-10-13 09:32 pm
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Are you on the square? Are you on the level?
Who: Deputy Pratt & You
What: A reckoning is upon you (He's storming the halls looking for Sharky)
Where: Everywhere!
When: Mid-October
Warnings: Violence. Cult stuff. Cannibalism. Skinning. Gore. The standard Pratt warning buffet.
Notes: Bracket or prose, live your truth.
1. The World Is Weak - Laundry Room
It's already been well established that the best place to have a breakdown on the ship is in the Laundry Room, so that's where Pratt is. Though he's not crying, he's not yelling or throwing things or freaking out over a jacket like last time. No, he's pacing. Back and forth and back and forth, again and again while staring at the ground. He has his arms folded, clutching across his chest, which is an awkward position while walking but he doesn't move them.
He doesn't know what to do. Well, he knows what he wants to do, but he also knows that he is the master of terrible decisions so maybe he should think about it?
Back and forth. Back and forth.
Enjoying yourself?
"Shut the fuck up."
2. Eviction Notice - Decks
When Deputy Pratt leaves his room in the morning, he's wearing his full uniform, his belt jangling with every step, along with the dog tags around his neck. Idly he trails his fingers along the wall as he goes, dragging through some of those bloody notes left on doors without even seeming to react to it.
"Sharky! Shaaaaarkkkkyyyy..."
For all that people have seen him sobbing into mashed potatoes, enjoying himself in the arcade, or just generally being a morose but kind of endearing dork, there's another side to him that even Clarke hasn't seen. The last time he was walking like this he was losing himself to the conditioning and barely knew what he was doing. This is different. Pratt is in absolute control of himself and that is so much worse.
"It's been a day and we had a deal. A pact even." Pratt normally sounds like a raven with laryngitis, but right now his voice is so low and controlled when he talks that it could probably be used to grind glass. If it's not obvious Pratt is pissed. He's fucking furious. And that cold fury is being bottled up, saving it for later, for when he needs to act.
"It's okay, you can come out. We just need to talk. We're going to have a little chat. That's all."
He gets to the end of the hall of cabins, blood trailing from his fingers across all the doors from the loving notes left to Ebalon. He reaches up to his forehead, using the blood to draw a cross down his nose and across his forehead.
"Did you think you were finally free?"
This is probably fine.
What: A reckoning is upon you (He's storming the halls looking for Sharky)
Where: Everywhere!
When: Mid-October
Warnings: Violence. Cult stuff. Cannibalism. Skinning. Gore. The standard Pratt warning buffet.
Notes: Bracket or prose, live your truth.
1. The World Is Weak - Laundry Room
It's already been well established that the best place to have a breakdown on the ship is in the Laundry Room, so that's where Pratt is. Though he's not crying, he's not yelling or throwing things or freaking out over a jacket like last time. No, he's pacing. Back and forth and back and forth, again and again while staring at the ground. He has his arms folded, clutching across his chest, which is an awkward position while walking but he doesn't move them.
He doesn't know what to do. Well, he knows what he wants to do, but he also knows that he is the master of terrible decisions so maybe he should think about it?
Back and forth. Back and forth.
Enjoying yourself?
"Shut the fuck up."
2. Eviction Notice - Decks
When Deputy Pratt leaves his room in the morning, he's wearing his full uniform, his belt jangling with every step, along with the dog tags around his neck. Idly he trails his fingers along the wall as he goes, dragging through some of those bloody notes left on doors without even seeming to react to it.
"Sharky! Shaaaaarkkkkyyyy..."
For all that people have seen him sobbing into mashed potatoes, enjoying himself in the arcade, or just generally being a morose but kind of endearing dork, there's another side to him that even Clarke hasn't seen. The last time he was walking like this he was losing himself to the conditioning and barely knew what he was doing. This is different. Pratt is in absolute control of himself and that is so much worse.
"It's been a day and we had a deal. A pact even." Pratt normally sounds like a raven with laryngitis, but right now his voice is so low and controlled when he talks that it could probably be used to grind glass. If it's not obvious Pratt is pissed. He's fucking furious. And that cold fury is being bottled up, saving it for later, for when he needs to act.
"It's okay, you can come out. We just need to talk. We're going to have a little chat. That's all."
He gets to the end of the hall of cabins, blood trailing from his fingers across all the doors from the loving notes left to Ebalon. He reaches up to his forehead, using the blood to draw a cross down his nose and across his forehead.
"Did you think you were finally free?"
This is probably fine.
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( that would mean keeping a book with numbers. could she leave that to pratt, probably not, but some people enjoy crunching them. )
I could make you a small notebook, and even add a mock-up version of sudoku in between the pages so you always have something to do.
( of course, her excitement about the idea of it begins to die down once he speaks about his friend, a frown appearing as she shows a bit of concern. ) What are they doing that's different?
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Sudoku? That's the boxes with the numbers right? I will be shit at that, it all has to like.. add up and one of each in the boxes yeah?
[But at least it's getting him to think about something else. So maybe that's a positive.]
He's not talking about anything the way he used to. He doesn't.. His whole mood his whole personality is wrong. Everything about it.
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she wishes to comment on it, but his concerns catch her attention. )
Is that so.
( she brings a hand to her chin, thoughtful. )
Is his actions for better or for worse? If you tell me what's off about him, we can figure this out together.
( depending on how he views it, it's best that she hears him out. she can't judge someone she doesn't know, but at least he can. )
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[Wow, now that he's articulated that out loud, it kinda hits that the whole reason he'd suspected something wrong with Sharky in the first place is because he'd been all standoffish and uncaring about Pratt specifically. Hn.]
I've known him my whole life, that's not him.
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( it's troubling, especially when there's no reason for it. she pauses as they make it to the cabin area, and the doors are all covered in blood and whatever is on the floor too. )
Should we spy on him?
( ah, that must sound odd, but... ) To see what he does alone, if... he acts normal when alone.
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[That would have been smarter than confronting him directly. Seeing what he does when he's alone would tell them a lot, unless he's just hanging around trying to be inconspicuous.]
Maybe? I'm fucking terrible at being stealthy though. And I jangle when I walk. I think he's probably by the pool, that's sorta where he normally hangs out.
Though he's probably not doing his normal stuff huh? [Time to overthink this!] If I was pretending to be Sharky, I'd be in the hot tub, but if I thought people knew that I was pretending to be him maybe I'd do something less obvious like be in the buffet. Or the arcade? But then again, the hot tub is still a pretty solid choice.
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( if they find him anywhere else out of the norm, then they'll be able to keep tabs and figure out his pattern. it's only a matter of time until they find out what's causing sharky to act strange.
there's one problem, though. )
This is a serious mission, but if you're bad at being stealthy... you'll need practice.
Would you like to use my brother for training?
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Uhhh.. who's your brother?
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His name is Castor. He can be difficult, but he's truly a dedicated and helpful person. If we can manage to stalk him without being noticed, then we can try to watch your friend... unless that's a waste of time.
( which she hopes not, but... how else will they get this down pat? )
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[ His memory is trash but he's not recalling anyone by that name. Tho...]
I don't even know who you are... I'm Deputy Pratt.
And nah, it wouldn't be a waste of time, might be helpful to see what the hell he's up to.
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( she likes helping humans, can he blame her? with a hand placed over her heart, she gives a small, sheepish smile at the other. )
I am Pollux. It's a pleasure to meet you, Deputy Pratt. I'm sorry we had to meet under difficult circumstances...
( with her other hand, she extends it towards the other to take. )
Then shall we hunt down my brother together, and then your friend?
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[Searching the gelatinous peach pie filling that is his brain for why he remembers that...]
Oh! I have met your brother then! I was there when he showed up and he freaked out on me because he thought I did a sacrifice wrong? He never told me his name. But uh.. pretty sure he doesn't like me for something I didn't even do.
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Please forgive him.
( that's when they didn't know what was happening when it came to their wellbeing of who summoned them, and then... they were separated. )
His personality is a bit rough, but he meant no harm.
( she pauses for a moment as she takes the towels from pratt's hands, and instead sets them on the floor next to one room. they'll come back for this. )
So I can assure you that it isn't that he doesn't like you, he was only frustrated by the circumstances.
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[He looks a bit sheepish, though he wouldn't have held back if Castor had kept pushing him. Pratt's tipping point into violence is always nearly falling over.]
If you say so, and he's good at stealthy stuff? Because hey, could be helpful in the future. Who knows what the hell is happening around here, feels like we might be invaded at a moments notice or something.
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Your reaction is better than some others, really...
( some find that it's the end of the world when they deal with him, but pratt seems to have taken it in stride enough to hold his ground. pollux can respect it. )
You have nothing to worry about, my brother is capable enough to pull off a fantastic stealth mission. We may not be the class Assassin, but there were times in our youth that we had to stay out of wary eyes.
( there's a hint of confidence in her voice, but she's always happy to talk about her brother in a good light when she can. besides, she needs to reassure the other so this doesn't seem hopeless at all. )
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Uh.. wait back up. Assassins? Like there's actual assassins in your world? [Well now he's intrigued and excited and totally forgetting about how he was just pacing around yelling at the walls. ] That either sounds super cool or super awful I guess depending on if you're the one being assassinated.
What do you guys do back home then? [She seems so... fancy.]
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I praise your composure. ( can we call what pratt did at the beginning as composed? no, but the fact he's able to calm himself down as time goes on is something to compliment, but for pollux? she doesn't think she'd be able to remain like this. )
Ah! Yes, we have many. There's all sorts of Assassins, each with their own different style of fighting as well. Me and Brother were summoned as Sabers, so our style is different from theirs. Assassins excel by concealing themselves so they're unable to be detected at all. ( pratt's like a kid on christmas morning, so she indulges. ) Hiding in the shadows completely, even in your shadow if one was here.
( with a laugh, she'll nod with him, though she knows a few servants that believe that their master should be thrilled to be assassinated by them, but that's another story for another day. )
Our mission was to return Proper Human History back to normal. ( she's silent as they walk side by side, even making sure that she isn't making too much noise with her heels as they walk. besides, she needs to figure out how much noise they're making before her brother might notice them if he's around. ) There's only a handful of people who exist as humanity was wiped out all at once.
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Okay that's fucking awesome, and terrifying but that's what makes it so rad. Like ninjas about to leap out of the darkness and you didn't even know they were there. [Wait. Hold up.] Sabers? You mean swords? [Oh no, he is a fucking dork about swords. Swords are cool. He is practically chin-handsing this whole explanation.]
Oh, you have an apocalypse too. Man, almost everyone I talk to has some kind of horrible humanity destroying event. Is that what links us all? That what the common thing is between all of us and why the Captain brings us here?
[Maybe there's something to that. They all have experienced the end of the world, so maybe that makes them better prepared for... it to happen again here? Something like that.]
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( which she doesn't mind considering she's helping fio with boxing for her ballerina classes. her eyes glance over to pratt now with a warm smile. ) I've cut down gods and ghosts, so there's no enemy I cannot face.
( she's ready to comment on the apocalypse which is quite the connection to choose, and as much as it makes sense there are a few people who seem to still be doing well with humanity. hiyori is one, so she wonders if there's something more that's happening on his end. her lips part to speak, but rather than praising pratt, her eyes widen as they come upon the deck—
ah, there he is. )
We must hide! There he is!
( pratt, where are they HIDING!! )
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You defeated a ghost with a sword? And Gods? Well that's fucking cool, you should totally tell me about that because --
[Oh fuck. Hiding? They're hiding now? Oh shit. He glances around the deck looking for a decent hiding place... ah. That'll work.]
Over here!
[He gestures at her and darts behind a bulkhead sticking out from the main part of the ship. They're hidden, but they're also exposed should he come walking by. Pratt is the kind of fighter that just runs right up to people and attacks them, stealth is so not his thing, even finding a hiding place is out of the norm for him.]
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He doesn't so much as glance in their direction as he continues what he's working on. Sitting cross-legged and facing out to the water, he's leaning forward from his place against the wall as he scoops out the seeds from inside of one of the pumpkins, dropping them in the bowl beside him. )
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her voice barely above a whisper, she speaks to pratt. )
Quiet your voice so that only I can hear, can you tell me what he's doing?
( as if she can't see it. )
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I think he's carving a pumpkin?
[He situates himself more behind the bulkhead at her urging, trying to make sure he plants his feet softly to keep anything on his belt from jangling.]
He doesn't know we're here. And he has his back to us.
[Or if he does Pratt can't tell, giving a soft grin, hey they did it! They snuck up on someone. Well so far anyway. Castor probably has a knife if he's carving a pumpkin, and he definitely has a spoon, which would be an embarrassing thing to get stabbed by.]
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( oh, that's so cute! why is her brother carving a pumpkin at this time? he didn't tell her anything about it, but she's not the type to be upset that he didn't. instead, she tries to peek from behind pratt a bit more so that her hair pokes out like a sore thumb. )
Why is he carving... he's never told me that pumpkin was his favorite fruit.
( true, he could be joining in the festivities, but if anything he's been talking about getting candy bags together for fio... )
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perception: 15!
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perception: 4 😭
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Oh no Castor, you tried buddy