Let's do this

[ironicprince]

Who: Sinewave's Crew & The Bloody Roses
Where: Various locations
When: Nov. 15-18
What: Almost time to set sail, time to get shit together
Warnings: ...Assuming none, but with this group, who knows.
Style: Action
Status: Closed

[Days are divided below. No solid posting order, just go for it once the location thread's up.]

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15th - Ship shopping

[ironicprince]

[Dirk had told Codi she could come with him to pick out the ship, and of course Rider would come and since he needed to know what he was working with, Hachiken as well. It would be a waste to meet by the fountain, so Dirk waits for the others at the ship yard itself. He's already got an idea of what they're going for, shopping in a group is really just a formality at this point.]

[unlikelyfarmhand]

[It's not too hard to find the ship yard, and Hachiken turns up, zipping his hoodie up all the way. He's a bit chilly, but that in itself isn't too unusual.]

[maskedtyrant]

[Codi comes in a bit later than she would've liked--well okay, she's actually been here since dawn, too excited to sleep, but she's been talking to the dockworkers almost the entire time and it's kept her sufficiently occupied. Hopefully she hasn't kept the others waiting too long.]

[She sees Dirk first from her perch upon a moored Galleon, so the ginger makes a point to wave him down in the loudest way possible.]

Heeeey! Captain!

[Codi raises an arm and--a rusty crowbar?--high into the air, making sure she has his attention before leaping over the side onto the gangplank, casually swinging the crowbar into her recently-procured knapsack as she bounds towards them. She is dressed in the local fashions--the mens' ones, granted, but today is a working day, and these loose trousers and coat are a lot easier to move around in.]

[Speaking of men, who's the little guy in the glasses?]

And hello to you too! [She grins, coming to a stop just in front of her unfortunate victim with a dramatic flourish.] I'm Codi! You must be...?

[...The one guy who responded to the crew in Dirk's message that morning, who's name she didn't catch? Is it really just him and robot guy?]

16th morning - Supplies

[ironicprince]

[As Ihrie requested, Dirk had informed Hachiken to meet her by the fountain in the morning. Along with Amelia, and anyone else who wanted to help gather the supplies they would need.

Sawtooth is there waiting, he'll help them carry anything that might end up being too much for them to lug around.]

[unlikelyfarmhand]

[Hachiken arrives promptly on time, ready to scout out the best food they can get for their trip. He doesn't really want to feed people anything that wasn't good.]

[gradosfinest]

[Being in the army has left Amelia quite good at being prompt and on time, and without fail there she is as well. Food aside, she's aware they're going to need a bit of spare equipment. Although she trusts most of the fighters on the crew probably already have a weapon, a few spares in the event of an emergency certainly wouldn't hurt, and she's got an eye for quality craftsmanship when it comes to most weapons.

Hachiken isn't somebody she personally recognizes yet, but orders are orders and she can pretty safely assume he's part of the crew as well.]

Good morning!

[spirits_of_the_air]

[Ihrie, armor and her own stuff still stashed in her rented room, shows up at the fountain with a long list of stuff. She's reading it over and grumbling to herself about how much it was going to cost and what all they could cut off it.

She looks like she's about to walk right into the fountain...]

16th late evening - Arrival of the Bloody Roses

[ironicprince]

[Sawtooth and Squarewave are the only ones by the helm as Dirk's busy customizing the Captain's quarters as he sees fit and most others probably aren't around the ship yet-that he's aware of.

A few unexpected guests never hurt anyone, right?]

((ooc: The Bloody Roses will be posting here first, of course, since they'll be the ones arriving on the ship out of the blue.))

[redcinemareel]

[Once they arrive, the ship shifts a bit at the sudden extra weight and they seem to appear in a quick flash of light. It's an odd feeling, traveling a long distance without using her own powers. Besides that, they all look a bit worse for wear, considering they just lost their ship in a massive battle.

She looks around and sees...well, she isn't sure what they are, actually! Two tall people? They didn't look very human-like.]

...one of you wouldn't happen to be Dirk, would you?

[ironicprince]

[Even before Sawtooth sends the visual feed, Dirk's already out of his cabin and hopping up by the helm, pausing only for a fraction of a second. Thanks to the few seconds warning he was given, he's not too caught off guard. But he certainly looks just a bit surprised behind that cool expression of his, one brow raised high. The fuck happened to them? At least there's no doubt in his mind who this group is. Even if he only recognizes one of them. That one is more than enough to identify the rest, not to mention he recognizes Grell's voice.]

That'd be me. Yo.

[redcinemareel]

[Grell turns from their pretty silent greeters and spots Dirk. She, too, recognizes the voice and GRINS brightly. There is a sharpness to her grin, definitely. It goes well with her current state of disarray. The hat is in perfect condition, though.

It's only polite to curtsy, so she does so. Quite easier to do in an actual skirt instead of her usual red coat and pants.]

Well met! [Standing upright, she gestures with her head towards the two metal ones.] Who are they?

[dersite_dj]

Hey, Cap'n, not sure I wanna go through with--

[And just like that, his protests ended. Dave was holding a glowing, legendary sword in one hand, dripping with blood. In the other hand, he held a protest in the form of a flat palm aimed towards Grell.

He stopped talking, realizing he was suddenly in a scenario where he had to shut the hell up. Dave let the weird welsh sword he carried fall back into his strife deck, vanishing as if it were never there. He didn't really do anything to get rid of the soot or spots of blood flecked on his cheeks. He didn't really know any of it was there.

Dave doesn't want to be there. With the same sort of serious stubbornness a child feels when he doesn't want to meet someone, he thinks about clinging to the rowboat hanging off of the side of the ship much as a baby would cling to various, poorly photoshopped objects.]

...Alright, whatever.

[ironicprince]

[At least Dave has some time, because Dirk tries to stay as focused on Grell as possible for a while, only occasionally sending glances to the other Strider. But eventually his convo with her has to come to an end, and there's no more delaying the inevitable.

Dave has his full attention, whether he wants it or not.

Fuck, this shouldn't be as awkward as he feels it is, not at all. He's cool, he's got this, not nervous at all. Maybe if he keeps telling himself that it'll become true.]

Yo.

[dersite_dj]

S'up, bro.

[Reflex, he told himself. Despite the fact that he was not talking to the Bro he knew, Dave was simply calling him 'bro', because this guy was clearly a bro. This wasn't him reminiscing or rushing into his arms and calling him daddy. He was just calling him a bro because that's what someone was supposed to call a bro.

He was definitely over thinking it and the blank expression he wore hardly let on. If anything, he wasn't looking entirely blank. His eyebrows were raised and his eyes, behind his shades at least, were wild. As if Dirk was going to scream at him, I'm not your bro, what the fuck is wrong with you? After a couple seconds of his fortunately hidden panic, Dave seemed to understand how weird it was that he was trying to be casual after being in a life and death struggle with an island of cannibals and the Navy.

Quickly, Dave's clothing swapped from God-Tier pajamas to jeans and and a t-shirt with the Time symbol on it, as if it were shitty online merch and he shamelessly pandered to himself. His sneakers with the metal guards remained, because they were fucking cool.

None the less, Dave believed he had an excuse for his distraction and seized it with the desperation of a stranded sailor.]

...Yeah, things got a little weird back there.

[intostitches]

[ There's a dead man in a grass skirt slung over one shoulder, and a cat clung onto his other, with its fur on end and eyes wild-- as though to say, the fuck just happened.

You know, just in case Undertaker didn't look eccentric enough on his own.

Glancing around rather nonchalantly, he finds himself glancing between the robots in confusion. They're built like men, but rather angular, and-- made of metal? It's difficult to tell, when one is near blind, alas. So he'll just... squint... a lot. ]

[hisoldtricks]

Decided to take a souvenir, eh? [Loki asks completely amused now, nothing like a good bloody battle to put him back into higher spirits again. He flicks his hair out of his face as he glances around the new area they have been transported too.

He sheaths his daggers and looks back toward the Undertaker.]

Any idea what we are suppose to do next?

17th evening - Meet and Greet

[ironicprince]

[Dirk's gathered the whole crew in the meeting room next to his quarters and asked them all to be seated at the table while he stood at the front of it. He could sit down, but somehow that doesn't seem proper at the moment. Time to see how well this is gonna go.]

Alright, everyone here knows my name but I don't think you've all been well acquainted with each other, so here's how this is gonna go. Each of us are going to take turns introducing ourselves, and telling a bit about who we are and what we can do. Any commentary or questions can wait until l we've all had a turn. We're gonna be stuck together for a while, and a ship's crew is supposed to be their family it's important we trust each other and get to understand one another.

No bullshit either, I'm gonna say it first. I don't consider myself a "good" person. I'm an asshole, I can be overbearing, a control freak, manipulative. A puppet master. However, I've recently learned that I really fucking suck at it despite my beliefs otherwise. I thought I could handle everything around me. I had absolutely no human contact my whole life until about five months ago when I met my three friends for the first time and learned that no, I can't control everything around me because people are too unpredictable. I won't try that shit with any of you, so don't worry about it. I'm not a total dick all the time.

I'm sixteen, and I like puppets, robots and horses. The concept of being a child is something I can understand only in a theoretical point of view. I raised myself and had to force myself through training and absolute control to make sure I wasn't killed by an alien bitch queen's drones. Speed, intelligence and badass swords skills were the only things I taught myself to do. Me and my friends played a game that gave us special titles that came with new abilities. Prince of Heart was mine, which I thought was really fucking lame until someone told me the literal translation of it was Destroyer of Souls. At first I could only splinter myself, creating other versions of myself be it in mechanical form or in someone else's dreams. I spent my whole life living in two places at once, my home and constantly having my dream self awake on the moon it resided. Another part of the game, we had two bodies so in case one died, we'd wake up as the other. However, one was always supposed to be asleep unless we were dreaming. I kept both awake at all times so I could constantly be aware.

Then came the God Tier, where I was killed on what was known as a quest bed and revived, which made me reach the full extent of my powers. Due to that I can rip out souls, fly, and have a conditional immortality bullshit. I can only die from a just or heroic death. Any other death I'll presumably revive as good as fucking new in minutes.

[Dirk pauses, not even needing to take a breath since he's used to talking a lot.]

And that's about it. You don't have to go into detail like I did, just a few base facts and your name are fine. But I'm the Captain here, so I decided you all had a right to know just what you're dealing with.

[And then he gives a nod to Ihrie.]

Ihrie, since you're the first mate, you go next. After that we'll just move around the table. And remember, introductions now, questions and commentary later.

[spirits_of_the_air]

[Some of what Dirk said Ihrie already knew. Some it she didn't. And none of it really bothered her. She'd been around a while and seen a lot. She also wasn't going to give a condescended version of her memoirs since she had no plans to tell the rest of the crew of her curse. Dirk knew and for now that's all that needed to know.

So the woman who looked a few years older than Dirk, and in some lights looked more like a boy than a girl with her manner, leaned back in her chair.]

That's me; I'm Ihrie, as the captain just said. I'm a ruin explorer. What that means is that I've spent a good part of my life in a band or partnership of some sort, exploring and searching the ruins of cities, fortresses and other such places looking for artifacts, riches and other salvageable goods. Back in my world, those ruins were hundreds to a thousand years ago from the magic kingdoms that pretty much wiped most of civilization out in their war.

So, the Piedra Roja? That's the kind of thing I'm used to searching for and have, back home, actually managed to collect with some others. Because of the ruins, I know traps, navigation, maps, getting out of seemingly hopeless situations and the sword. I've also traveled many a time by ship, have fought on one and know some basics sailing.

...I'm also trained in sorcery, but don't expect me to use magic much. The spirits and I have never really gotten along. And as far as anyone outside this crew is to know, I'm only knowledgeable of magic, not capable of it.

[nice_boat_rider]

[The surly woman with her cleavage on display, wearing a weathered coat slammed her hand on the table to assert herself and grab everyone's attention, immediately speaking loud. No indoor voices from this woman.]

You can call me Rider, or Francis. If you give me lip, you can call me 'Sir,' because I am a seasoned sailor, explorer, privateer and knighted, high ranking officer of the British Navy. Hail Britannia, long live the Queen, and God damn the Spanish~

So! Given my considerable qualifications and accomplishments, which do not include humility or humanity, I will be impressed and surprised if any of you are even half the sailor or brigand I am.

Anything a person does on a ship, I've done it, I've taught it, an' I'm givin' lessons tomorrow morning, eh, after I eat breakfast.

I am a master with a pistol and, not even knowing what most of you are capable of, I am certain I will give any of you a run for your money in a fight, if not leave you like a wreck upon the sand.

... So I'm a good friend to have!

I also like drunken story time, cards and dice.

[shinigamidayuu]

[Tsukuyo is standing next to the door, smoking quietly as everyone starts their introductions. Of course she's only standing there so the smoke can float out of the door, rather than bothering other people with it. It has nothing to do with this being a strategic position at all.

Everyone certainly seems accomplished. Good; it's a nice, strong crew they have here.]

I'm Tsukuyo, of Yoshiwara Shangri-La. Ever since I was little, I was trained by the best ninja of my world. [She can say that, now, with so much conviction.] For the past four years, I've run a group of roughly a hundred other ninja, dedicated to keeping our city safe.

When it comes to fighting, I can hold my own.

[Not quite mocking or teasing anyone like Rider, but close enough, in the subtle way that's the full extent of Tsukuyo's sense of humor.

She has zero experience with life aboard ship, incidentally... but she chooses not to mention that in this context. It will become clear soon enough, and she doesn't want to seem too weak for a first impression.]

18th early morning - Setting sail

[ironicprince]

[After Dog's message, it's clear they need to get out on the seas and get out now. No time is wasted in getting everyone into position and setting sail on the first morning tide.

In Dirk's opinion, this was the best choice. They're already out at sea when Sawtooth informs him, and as he looks back at Isla Empieza he sees the smoke from some small fires and a form of what he's sure is a certain other Uchiha's technique.]

We're not turning back.

[Because he knows there's a certain few who would want to, and he wants to make that perfectly clear.]

[nice_boat_rider]

[Rider stared at the havoc breaking out. She watched it for a little while. She did wonder what was going on, but... there was no promise of personal gain in going back.]

It is my recommendation that we be 'specially vigilant in case any trouble comes lookin' for us.

[theleonking]

Mnn... [That incoherent sound heralds the arrival of Leonmitchelli from belowdecks. She looks disheveled, and probably hung over. Blame Rider.]

Where am I?

[She follows their gazes out to stern and catches sight of the destruction. Time to sober up.]

...and what's happening back there?

18th evening, under cover of darkness

[forthevillage]

[Uchiha don't run away. This is a tactical retreat as he gets his thoughts in order.

He could have taken the nav, but things had been getting a bit crowded and aside from that... he just needed to burn energy. He needed time to think, to take in the image of his little brother - now older than he was. So sure he was trapped in an illusion. So angered by seeing him. But he'd lived long enough to see Itachi's own demise. Had lived long enough to fight Madara. He wants to be happy, but at the same time doesn't like being shown the future.

If it is actually his future.

So he takes to the sea at a run, chakra at the base of his feet keeping him from sinking beneath the waves. He knew which direction the Sinewave had been sailing in, it's just a matter of catching up to it. He can move swiftly, and this is aided by the occasional water jutsu to speed him along. Eyes alight with the Sharingan, he eventually catches the back of it in his sights and shifts direction slightly to meet it.

Quick and quiet footsteps over water become footsteps over wood as he runs straight up the side of the boat and into the first available opening below deck. There, he stumbles in and finds a place to sit, breathing heavily. He has his own pack of supplies on his back, and he lets that fall to the floor for now. (If he's going to be an unaccounted for stowaway he can at least bring some of his own rations.) Things really are a much bigger drain on his chakra in this place than they would be normally.]

[maskedtyrant]

[Sleep does not come to Codi easily, and she's found it even less when on a rickety wooden shell being perpetually knocked around by the ocean's waves. It isn't full sea-sickness that she's experiencing, and even if it were she wouldn't let on to the rest of the crew.]

[If only it was just her stomach keeping her awake tonight...No, someone else wants to keep her company.]

You would watch them burn?

[Bridget's petulant voice in her head is much louder than it was earlier that day. Then again, Codi isn't actively suppressing her--she figures they could use the talk.]

Not by choice--which we didn't have.

[It's been some time since their friend the stowaway has appeared on-board, and as Codi comes wandering into the hold where he resides, she clearly has no idea that he's around. She sounds quiet but assertive--as if calmly addressing someone standing next to her.]

Superheroes don't operate on the choices of others! The only unavoidable choices are the ones made in the name of--

--Justice, yes, I get it. Christ. [Codi rolls her eyes and begins pacing a wide circle that follows the walls, hands tucked in her trouser pockets.] You know there is such a thing as tact, too. Or at least good timing. Abandoning the rest of the crew to trap ourselves on a Navy-infested island with a massive death monster is not a good way to start things off.

COWARD! Insufferable! Leaving the innocent to die for your own skin! A hero would never do that!

Try me.

Name one time Kafka Man ever abandoned the helpless for the sake of...timing.

...Kafka Man is effectively immortal. I'm pretty sure he has an excuse.

DO NOT QUESTION KAFKA MAN!!

[She's made a full circle of the hold at this point...any indication that she's not mostly by herself, stowaway?]