high_seas | To go with your crew...

Who: Everyone who is fighting in the battle to kill the witch.
Where: The Black Fortress in the East
When: Jan 24th-25th
What: The grand battle to get back what you have lost, get revenge for what was taken, and avert disaster.
Warnings: Language. Death. Victory. Defeat. True love. Miracles.
Style: Text or prose
Status: Open to all

The black fortress ripples with shimmering iridescent energy, the piles of black coral heaped on roped together barges around it, bobbing in the waves. On the largest barge stands a slender man with a copper belt, wearing a face mask, orange red hair flecked with black from ash or dust. As the dawn slowly folds over the ocean, he'll look up, as if hearing some hidden voice.

At the top of the fortress, a figure climbs into vision, a woman, dressed in gray, features obscured by a hood with impenetrable darkness behind it. She staggers a moment as if she is weary, then straightens to her full height. As she speaks, her voice comes out of the journals, echoing over the water, low but clear.

"This is no small task ye do. She that rots within'll do anythin' ta stop ye. Don't hesitate to kill what ye find. If they were human once, they hain't no more. Watch out for her golems, too, or they'll drain ye dry quicker'n a wink. But if ye can get rid of 'em, it'll weaken her." She hesitates, cants her head to the side. "And if ye lot aren't as much of a bunch'a idiots as usual, ye might come out alive through this."

That said, she raises her hands. After a moment so does the man on the barge. For a moment, nothing seems to happen and then iridescent light shimmers over the coral, seeming to match that which surrounds the fortress. It crackles and dances like a fire, and then without warning bursts into a furious life, slamming against the energy of the fortress. There is the sound like thunder and light snaps and crackles, zipping with energy. Then with a woosh the light flies upward, taking the figure with it. The man on the barge lets out a cry like a seagull and dives into the water as if intending to swim after her.

For the boats that remain, a part of the fortress will crumble away into the sea, revealing a small harbor and an open doorway. Enter all ye who dare.

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*The deeper he kisses her, the more her limbs seem to lose all their weight. She eagerly accepts each move that he makes, one of her hands snaking up his back, the other resting on his stomach, trying not to leave too much space inbetween them. All of this is so new to her, and she hopes that he's enjoying this as much as she is, but her thoughts aren't really thoughts, just an intensity of emotion that she's not entirely sure how to deal with.

Whether they're on their own boat or not, Selphie could stay like this for a long time. A good,deep long time. When his hand touches her neck, her body gives an involuntary shudder and he's rewarded with another gentle moan. Further colour rushes to her cheeks and neck, hoping too that he doesn't mind just how much she's enjoying being held and kissed by him. There's the slightest pause in their kissing as he holds her closer, but she resumes it immediately, much in the same way that he had kissed her before, slow, deliberate, but teasing now too*

[When she resumes the kissing it gets even stranger, enough that Ikki's mind finally draws the line. Specially when the temperature seems to rise again, and something seems to change in his body. It's an even weirder feeling but unlike the others it's not one he can enjoy, quite the opposite, it's such an alien reaction that it snaps him out of it. He pulls back from the kiss, hands stopping pressing her against him, remaining in place but without letting go.

What was that? Something... Something had happened, taken control of him, and he can't figure out why or what it was. In the back of his mind the idea that it's the witch or some vestige of her power whispers to him, but he doesn't voice it. Not to Selphie and not now. Instead, he looks at her for another moment, still feeling that weird sensation before he finally pulls completely back.]

Seems that you really went wild, there aren't any other pirates left here. We should check what supplies they had and if they had anything worth any money, want to take care of that and eat while I change the course?

[He forces himself to sound normal, crossing his arms as if that would pose some sort of defense from whatever spell had befallen on him.]

*Something seems to change, in the way he returns the kiss, the way that he holds her. She wonders perhaps if she shouldn't have paused, shouldn't have tried to move closer. Maybe it was because she kissed him that time, not the other way around. Or maybe she'd just enjoyed it too much and he didn't like that. All her suspicions seem to be true when he suddenly pulls apart. Not slow and careful to end the kiss, just stopping, and holding her apart from him. There's an instant look of hurt and confusion, and she actually wonders if she should apologise. Despite the fact he had asked it as a question, Selphie sees this as his way of trying to get some distance between them. Still, she struggles a smile and gives a half-hearted salute*

Aye, aye, captain...

*But her attempt at staying cheery trails off, and she turns suddenly to disappear below deck hurriedly, cursing herself when she's out of sight and trying to figure out what she did wrong...*

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