Trial of the Spades

[hiken]

Who: The Spades Crew + Anyone wandering by or onto their ship.
Where: Isla Empieza, The Sun
When: 12/15 - 12/21
What: Shenanigans! The Cold Curse, Sailing, Etc
Warnings: None so far. Possibly violence, given this crew.
Style: Prose/Action. Either or!
Status: OPEN

Threads below! Feel free to drop in your own, just remember to date them. More 'general' threads will come up after the crew sets sail.

Comments

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur snerks.]

Well, whatever. Maybe I'll rough 'em up a bit, see what they got. Some don't look too slouched. That Logan guy, for one. Smells like he's rode the current a time or two, eh?

[thatched]

He's alright. Ikki's alright, too. The Doctor is damn near genius though a little [he makes the sign for 'crazy'] See if you can do anything with that Natsuno kid.

[man it's still so weird to see him sitting there. Clear as day. He takes a drag on his cigar]

So I guess we went through some shit, huh? [what is Marco not telling him? Maybe he can pry it out of Namur's gills]

[om_nom_namur]

Sheheh! Yeah, some shit's one way a sayin' it. Got dumbass orders t' keep my trap shut though. Sorry bro. Think it's whaleshit, myself, but I ain't known for thinkin' the best.

So what's the deal with uh... Natsuno, y' said? Jus' too damn young or what?

[thatched]

Damn. [bastards. Well he could pry the information from Namur's teeth with trickery and clever wordplay, but he respected his Fishman brother too much to use him that way. Thatch lets it go for the moment]

He's too... [Thatch makes a gesture...] insecure of his own...right to live. [though that wasn't the problem. Not really. Ace was kind of like that, too. But Natsuno was like that without any kind of fire at all. Not that Thatch particularly cares all that much but...]

He's a vampire-- so he's hungry all the time and Ace is--stupid about that kind of thing. [letting Natsuno feed off of him that idiot. What if one or the other of them let it get out of control?]

[om_nom_namur]

Whoa, shit, like for real suck yer blood an' make y' livin' dead vampire?

[....]

Cool.

[thatched]

Yeah. Thrilling.

[can you read his enthusiasm in his face, Namur? Can you?]

Anyway, the most he is is irritating and that's the worst of them. [he doesn't hate the crew. Not really. Which is a start, he supposes. It can only go up right?]

[om_nom_namur]

A'ight so what y' think I can do 'bout it?

[thatched]

Your a commander, right? [he rests his chin on his drawn up knees and gives Namur the most pathetic look he can muster and it's pretty damn pathetic. He's had practice]

Just...you know...make sure they know what they're doing and not get us all killed in the process.

[om_nom_namur]

Wow yer dog eyein' me? Shit.

[It appears Namur is thinking things over for a few seconds, then he looks at Thatch again, smiles, and shoves his shoulder. Try not to fall overboard there, Thatchinator.]

[thatched]

[he almost does and grabs onto Namur's arm. Give him a heart attack why don't you?]

Does that mean you'll do it, o nakama mine?

[not letting go of your arm, since, hey, you're pretty warm]

[om_nom_namur]

Hell, why not?

[He drapes his arm over Thatch's shoulders.]

Ain't gotta get all grabby there bro. Give some a them pretty li'l things hangin' 'round the ship the wrong idea.

[thatched]

[he feels much better about it already. He relaxes and lets go of Namur's arm since the brotherly embrace seems to do the trick just the same]

They'd never buy it. As if a handsome Fishman like you would look twice at me. [and he flutters his eyelashes a little]

[om_nom_namur]

SHEHEH ain't that the truth?

[He points and moves a finger toward Thatch's face.]

Got somethin' stuck in yer eye there bro? Here, lemme get it for y'.

[This may end with Thatch getting an eye poked.]

[thatched]

[or not. Thatch knocks Namur's hand away and, using the opening wraps his arm around Namur's thick lack of neck and rubs his knuckles over the Fishman's head]

The hell is that supposed to mean, you saying I'm ugly? [though he speaks lightly because it's just an excuse to give Namur bodly harm than anything]

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur makes a noise somewhere between a grunt and a laugh, ducking his head against the noogie.]

Well yer kinda flat an' borin' t' look at Sweetheart.

[How do you like having your sides pinched?]

[thatched]

Who the hell is calling who flat? [You don't even have a nose and he pinches the flap of skin you call one and wiggles back and forth]

Anyway it's not about looks but personality.

[om_nom_namur]

[Snaps at Thatch's hand tweaking his nose, but not hard enough to do anything more than maybe scratch him.]

An' I got 'nuff a that for three people. So it comes back t' looks. Sheheheh!

[Or maybe smarts, but shhh.]