The Day o' Davy Jones

[thepiratesdevil]

August 31st - September 7th
Isla Empieza

OPEN TO ALL PLAYERS, CURRENT AND PAST!!





The time has come. The way to Empieza is open. The mists still swirl around and the low, greenish cloud hangs heavy over the island, flickering with green lightning. But now there is a way to get in and a place to weigh anchor. The Navs seem to have stopped functioning, though. Pity.

In any case, there is a path to the central plaza of Empieza, bordered on either side by mist that feels caustic to the touch and seems almost ready to break free. From either side and within the mist are screams that linger as they fade, rattling growls, and other sounds that could induce nightmares in even the bravest of souls.

And somewhere in the mist lies Davy Jones, the rest of the shards, and a battle that will decide the outcome of this world...and yourselves.

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[alwaysgrumpy]

A massive, furry blur speeds in, catching him immediately. The momentum sends Akira skidding back, his claws clenching the earth and raking up a large patch of it. When he slows to a stop, he puts Namur down.

"Fancy seein' you again, Shark-boy."

[om_nom_namur]

He hasn't got much to lose at this point, so he might as well have a little fun. He wraps long arms around Akira's neck, makes sure his knees are together and his toes pointed just so.

"My shitty hero~," he tries for a girly voice but he's not very good at impressions. He also can't keep from laughing at himself as he gets set back on his feet. He slugs Akira's shoulder. "Find anythin' that works 'gainst 'im? Don't seem too bothered when I get my teeth in."

[alwaysgrumpy]

"Don't know why they chose to yank me back here in the middle of this shit, but at least they finally chose the right day for it. I'm at peak power, so we'd better make it count," he said, whistling as he gazed up at the monster, "Jones has been eatin' a lotta' beef to bulk up, clearly."

He pointed up at Jones' head.

"Way I figure, no matter what you are, your eyeballs always have to be soft. If we can get through those, it should be a soft tissue route straight into the brain."

[om_nom_namur]

Namur nodded his head, but kind of off to the side, making a face as he looked up at the blurry blob of motion that passed for Jones's head in his eyes.

"Guess I could chuck y' an' see if y' make it..." he mused, his fingernail running thoughtfully over the lines of his Division tattoo. Then he nodded. "A'ight, let's try it. Go back an' get a runnin' start at me, we're gonna need as much momentum built up as possible."

[alwaysgrumpy]

"Worth a shot," he said, running off and jumping, turning in midday before he hits the ground. His claws dug into the earth as his muscles coiled. Akira exploded forward, moving quickly toward Namur.

"Do it!"

[om_nom_namur]

It wasn't math that Namur did quickly in his mind, but something similar to it. He checked the angle Akira was coming at him from, felt ahead for where the werewolf's body would be in relation to his in the next couple of moments, and the angle and force of power he'd need to throw into it in order to make sure Akira flew high and far enough to reach Jones's face. It was more like a premonition than a plan. Namur just had to make sure he put himself in the right place and moved in the right instant. The loping gait would add power, provided Akira launched himself at the same moment, but there was no way to communicate that. Namur'd just have to trust him to feel it for himself. He took half a step back and crouched, the shoulder nearest to Akira stooped down with his palm facing upward, fingers splayed; the other arm raised high above his head in a fist.

"Feet on my arm an' don't miss!"

[alwaysgrumpy]

Akira was very glad to be what he was. Werewolves were built to be very fast for their size, and he had a processing speed able to cope with that intense rate of movement. He studied various paths of travel as he moved, gradually whittling them down as Namur set his position, getting in sync with him.

"Got it!" he barked, planting his feet perfectly for a launch, "Put your back into it!"

As Namur released, Akira sprung off as well, sending up along Jones. It wasn't high enough to reach the head, but it gave him a good start. He winced as he felt the miasma trying to eat at him. Luckily his regeneration was fast enough to cope.

"You comin' up after me?"

[om_nom_namur]

Namur whipped his whole body around, using his fist as a counterbalance to slingshot Akira up, imbuing him with haki so he'd fly fast and true.

"Outta time, Smolt! Jus' get yer ass up there 'fore he tosses y' off! Be back in two swishes a the mermaid's tail!" Namur saluted, then took off into the mists, heading for the fountain. He returned a few minutes later, trying to figure out what might have happened while he was gone.