Who: The Spade Pirates Where: Serenes When: April 10th-13th What:chillin' out maxin relaxin all cool Gathering supplies Warnings: Nothing more than the usual Status: Open
[Fake quiet and relaxation. Born from an aura that invades their minds as much as that witch had invaded them before. But people were always like that, so long as it didn't make them do "bad" things or things they would regret later? They didn't really care if they were manipulated and toyed with. Because if something was pure and holy then it had to be good.]
Yeah, lots of you are.
[A pause.]
You should do your best to enjoy yourself here and take the most of it. As you say, it's only for a few days.
[Kairi was only dead for a few days as well. And so did Sora. And Selphie was only for a few days in that cell... So long as it was only for "a few days" then no complain could be raised, could it?
He sighs, closing his eyes, blocking Selphie, but mostly the forest -honestly it's the forest what bothers him the most at the moment, even if he has nothing good for her now- from his sight. Uncomfortable or unhappy, she had said. She didn't even know half of it, though probably she was sure she did, he assumes that came from her time with Marco and that like many she got to see only part of the problem at most. He has no intention on instructing her though, or anyone else for that matter, he lacks the patience for it.]
*Whether it's fake or otherwise, Selphie welcomes the short respite, and to have some peace of mind*
I am but - oh, well, y'know, I mean, that's only a few days, instead of like, a couple of weeks.
*After all, she was a few days with the navy when she'd been kidnapped, but she'd been two whole weeks in that cell after her death. So while being a few days somewhere that is torture isn't ideal, Selphie knows that it's better than...well, it being worse*
Marco said he didn't wanna just hide out on the ship, though... But I guess it's the most comfortable place for you guys. I don't know. Maybe.
*Because try as she might to figure out the phoenix thing, they both kno that she's got it very wrong before in the past. She watches him sigh, eyes closed, and isn't really sure what to do. Maybe he's just trying to wish her away*
Okay...Then. You must be busy, or something so... I should go...wander around or...do something.
The most comfortable place for us? Or for you guys so you don't have to meet us around here not joining in the peace and order this wonderful place gives?
[Despite the wounding words, his tone remains the same, honestly, he doesn't care enough about what she thinks or wants to be actually bothered by her. Besides...]
Don't worry, I know that wasn't what you meant.
[It's the island, that whole peaceful and holy aura that is all sunshine and rainbows until it meets resistance. And then it starts to whispers about the peace that can be found in death, pushing away what it doesn't accept and which doesn't accept its rule. It's not an evil thing, but it's not good either. And it's logical that it would make the others say that, even if they don't realize because for them it's just logical: Don't like the island? Don't be on the island. Get out and away, you're not wanted here.]
Most of the animals scattered in that direction. But if you prefer human company some of the others are over there.
[He gestures in both directions, one after the other, not bothering to open his eyes yet. So after all, she didn't have any particular reason to talk to him? Sometimes Athena did the same and it made him wonder why they even bother with it.]
*Perhaps she had forgotten that way he had of taking everything she said and making it sound as though she cold hearted or inconsiderate*
Oh course that's not what I meant. If I feel at all uncomfortable right now.. it isn't anything to do with that.
*She thought she had been being reasonable, or at least civil enough. They probably both know she would likely not be so calm if they were having this conversation elsewhere. But even then, his tone stings and he won't even look at her.
So he closes the gap between them, since his eyes are closed, and she stands right in front of him. She's not sure what to say, she just knows that she's frustrated at him for treating her this way, and when she speaks her voice is quiet, trembling slightly*
Even the animals are courteous enough to look at me, instead of trying to wish me away.
[One should always be careful of what they wish for, or what they demand for.
He senses her moving, knows where she's going, he doesn't need his eyes to see her. Just as he didn't need to be right besides her to know what she was up to. But she never understood that. Or maybe she just didn't care and that's why she had often talked and talked as if he couldn't hear her, couldn't know what she was saying, simply because she didn't see him around. It's the reference to the animals which makes him react, anywhere else, maybe, just maybe, he would have had more control over himself. Here however, he's way too close to the boiling point. But she doesn't see it, doesn't care.
Uncomfortable and unhappy? She had no idea what she was talking about.
He stands up in less than a second and with him raises a wave a Cosmo that slams at all around him. It's only because of him remembering his talk with Marco that there's not a hell of flames all around them by now. He looks at her, just as she wants and demands, ironically, despite his anger and flaming aura when he looks at her there's more coldness than anything else. There's anger, carved there as if it was carved on stone, permanent and eternal, running way too deep to be covered or forgotten. But there's no actual hate, just... Indifference. As if the person in front of him only mattered to him as much as something he has a duty with would.]
Let's make something clear, woman.
[He calls her a woman, but the way he says it makes it sound as if he doesn't see her as one. Because she isn't. She's just a kid, another wannabe-princess brat that considers herself entitled to own someone else and entitled to have their respect even if she has done nothing to earn it.]
I am not an animal. Even if a phoenix can be considered a type of bird, it's definitively not an animal. And it's not something that you could ever keep as a pet.
And I don't care how many talks you have with Marco or how much you twist that childish brain that you have to try to think of it, you will never know anything about phoenixes or about me.
[He starts to walk, his step heavy and with each one another wave of oppressing-close-to-explode Cosmos is sent.]
I don't need to use my eyes to see you, I don't need to be near you to know what you're up to, with whom you're. I don't owe you any respect, and the only care and attention that I have to give to you, is the same I have to give to anything that the captain cares for.
[If it wasn't because of his loyalty to Ace... He would care more about the ships than her, but he can't do that so if she's ever in trouble, he will help, he will protect her if he has to and save her if no one else can. But that's all. She means nothing to him now, she's just another part of his duties here and he's not going to indulge in her more than he has to.]
This is your last warning. Unless you have something specific to talk to me about regarding the crew or a mission, don't bother me. Go play with the animals or go play the role of the victimized princess of your own tale as much as you want until your loyal knight comes to save you. Do whatever you want. But whatever you do, do it away from me or I will destroy you in such a way that not even Davy Jones will be able to find a trace of you to put you together again.
[Of course, it's an empty threat, even if part of him would want to, especially now in this island, she's part of the crew and he has to protect her. But he has no intention of telling her that and would prefer that she would just get the idea that he would kill her, so she never comes to think that he still cares about her in any way.
He continues walking, going around her as if she wasn't there, as if he hadn't just been talking to her and enters further into the forest, in search of Marco. It's all he can do if he wants to avoid exploding and burning the whole place. If there's a next time and she chooses to be stupid again and talk to him with no important purpose, he will just ignore her and leave.]
*Selphie visibly flinches when he calls her 'woman' like that. No one has ever called her that, in such a tone of voice, but it feels horrible. She can't help but stare at him after that, waiting for what he has to say. But there he goes again, bending her words, making her seem like some kind of cruel, cold-hearted bitch. Then he calls her childish, continues to explain how he just doesn't care. Selphie takes a few steps back then, doing her best not to break his glare, doing her best to try and stand up for herself.
She takes a deep breath as he begins to walk away, her mind reeling with her options. A part of her wants to cry, at the frustration at being treated this way, and how little he really does care, and at the nasty way he has spoken to her. But something inside her snaps. She doesn't have to worry about any other feelings that she has for him anymore. There's not a relationship here that she's desperately trying to maintain. This is, as he's said, nothing, and he makes it perfectly clear just how much he wants rid of her. But that's not fair*
No.
*That's all she says at first, but as he moves past her side, she turns and shoves her fist against his shoulder, giving him a violent push. It's almost a punch, if not the strongest one she can manage*
You don't get to boss me around, Ikki. You don't get to tell me what to do. If you want rid of me that much, then stop trying to "see me" without being near me. Who do you care who I spend my time with anyway? That is none of your concern.
I tried to have a conversation with you. I tried to be friendly. And what I get is this. You don't get to push me around, Ikki, treat me like shit, and then give me warnings. I don't know what the hell you think you are, but you do NOT have power over me.
[He hears the first word, and recognizes the tune that tends to follow it. It's the same tune Saori would give him, even if Selphie adds a physical aspect to it that the other wouldn't.
It doesn't really matter. He has no interest in whatever she wants to say or however she wants to bend his own words to feel more special or play the role of the victim even more.
So instead of listening, or stopping, he continues moving and focuses in finding Marco. Her words become little more than a buzzing sound and as soon as he finds Marco, Ikki leaves in a flash of light and a loud banging sound, moving at top speed before she even finishes. As if she wasn't there, as if there was nothing that held his interest there, because that's exactly what he thinks.]
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Yeah, lots of you are.
[A pause.]
You should do your best to enjoy yourself here and take the most of it. As you say, it's only for a few days.
[Kairi was only dead for a few days as well. And so did Sora. And Selphie was only for a few days in that cell... So long as it was only for "a few days" then no complain could be raised, could it?
He sighs, closing his eyes, blocking Selphie, but mostly the forest -honestly it's the forest what bothers him the most at the moment, even if he has nothing good for her now- from his sight. Uncomfortable or unhappy, she had said. She didn't even know half of it, though probably she was sure she did, he assumes that came from her time with Marco and that like many she got to see only part of the problem at most. He has no intention on instructing her though, or anyone else for that matter, he lacks the patience for it.]
12th
I am but - oh, well, y'know, I mean, that's only a few days, instead of like, a couple of weeks.
*After all, she was a few days with the navy when she'd been kidnapped, but she'd been two whole weeks in that cell after her death. So while being a few days somewhere that is torture isn't ideal, Selphie knows that it's better than...well, it being worse*
Marco said he didn't wanna just hide out on the ship, though... But I guess it's the most comfortable place for you guys. I don't know. Maybe.
*Because try as she might to figure out the phoenix thing, they both kno that she's got it very wrong before in the past. She watches him sigh, eyes closed, and isn't really sure what to do. Maybe he's just trying to wish her away*
Okay...Then. You must be busy, or something so... I should go...wander around or...do something.
12th
[Despite the wounding words, his tone remains the same, honestly, he doesn't care enough about what she thinks or wants to be actually bothered by her. Besides...]
Don't worry, I know that wasn't what you meant.
[It's the island, that whole peaceful and holy aura that is all sunshine and rainbows until it meets resistance. And then it starts to whispers about the peace that can be found in death, pushing away what it doesn't accept and which doesn't accept its rule. It's not an evil thing, but it's not good either. And it's logical that it would make the others say that, even if they don't realize because for them it's just logical: Don't like the island? Don't be on the island. Get out and away, you're not wanted here.]
Most of the animals scattered in that direction. But if you prefer human company some of the others are over there.
[He gestures in both directions, one after the other, not bothering to open his eyes yet. So after all, she didn't have any particular reason to talk to him? Sometimes Athena did the same and it made him wonder why they even bother with it.]
12th
Oh course that's not what I meant. If I feel at all uncomfortable right now.. it isn't anything to do with that.
*She thought she had been being reasonable, or at least civil enough. They probably both know she would likely not be so calm if they were having this conversation elsewhere. But even then, his tone stings and he won't even look at her.
So he closes the gap between them, since his eyes are closed, and she stands right in front of him. She's not sure what to say, she just knows that she's frustrated at him for treating her this way, and when she speaks her voice is quiet, trembling slightly*
Even the animals are courteous enough to look at me, instead of trying to wish me away.
12th
He senses her moving, knows where she's going, he doesn't need his eyes to see her. Just as he didn't need to be right besides her to know what she was up to. But she never understood that. Or maybe she just didn't care and that's why she had often talked and talked as if he couldn't hear her, couldn't know what she was saying, simply because she didn't see him around. It's the reference to the animals which makes him react, anywhere else, maybe, just maybe, he would have had more control over himself. Here however, he's way too close to the boiling point. But she doesn't see it, doesn't care.
Uncomfortable and unhappy? She had no idea what she was talking about.
He stands up in less than a second and with him raises a wave a Cosmo that slams at all around him. It's only because of him remembering his talk with Marco that there's not a hell of flames all around them by now. He looks at her, just as she wants and demands, ironically, despite his anger and flaming aura when he looks at her there's more coldness than anything else. There's anger, carved there as if it was carved on stone, permanent and eternal, running way too deep to be covered or forgotten. But there's no actual hate, just... Indifference. As if the person in front of him only mattered to him as much as something he has a duty with would.]
Let's make something clear, woman.
[He calls her a woman, but the way he says it makes it sound as if he doesn't see her as one. Because she isn't. She's just a kid, another wannabe-princess brat that considers herself entitled to own someone else and entitled to have their respect even if she has done nothing to earn it.]
I am not an animal. Even if a phoenix can be considered a type of bird, it's definitively not an animal. And it's not something that you could ever keep as a pet.
And I don't care how many talks you have with Marco or how much you twist that childish brain that you have to try to think of it, you will never know anything about phoenixes or about me.
[He starts to walk, his step heavy and with each one another wave of oppressing-close-to-explode Cosmos is sent.]
I don't need to use my eyes to see you, I don't need to be near you to know what you're up to, with whom you're. I don't owe you any respect, and the only care and attention that I have to give to you, is the same I have to give to anything that the captain cares for.
[If it wasn't because of his loyalty to Ace... He would care more about the ships than her, but he can't do that so if she's ever in trouble, he will help, he will protect her if he has to and save her if no one else can. But that's all. She means nothing to him now, she's just another part of his duties here and he's not going to indulge in her more than he has to.]
This is your last warning. Unless you have something specific to talk to me about regarding the crew or a mission, don't bother me. Go play with the animals or go play the role of the victimized princess of your own tale as much as you want until your loyal knight comes to save you. Do whatever you want. But whatever you do, do it away from me or I will destroy you in such a way that not even Davy Jones will be able to find a trace of you to put you together again.
[Of course, it's an empty threat, even if part of him would want to, especially now in this island, she's part of the crew and he has to protect her. But he has no intention of telling her that and would prefer that she would just get the idea that he would kill her, so she never comes to think that he still cares about her in any way.
He continues walking, going around her as if she wasn't there, as if he hadn't just been talking to her and enters further into the forest, in search of Marco. It's all he can do if he wants to avoid exploding and burning the whole place. If there's a next time and she chooses to be stupid again and talk to him with no important purpose, he will just ignore her and leave.]
12th
She takes a deep breath as he begins to walk away, her mind reeling with her options. A part of her wants to cry, at the frustration at being treated this way, and how little he really does care, and at the nasty way he has spoken to her. But something inside her snaps. She doesn't have to worry about any other feelings that she has for him anymore. There's not a relationship here that she's desperately trying to maintain. This is, as he's said, nothing, and he makes it perfectly clear just how much he wants rid of her. But that's not fair*
No.
*That's all she says at first, but as he moves past her side, she turns and shoves her fist against his shoulder, giving him a violent push. It's almost a punch, if not the strongest one she can manage*
You don't get to boss me around, Ikki. You don't get to tell me what to do. If you want rid of me that much, then stop trying to "see me" without being near me. Who do you care who I spend my time with anyway? That is none of your concern.
I tried to have a conversation with you. I tried to be friendly. And what I get is this. You don't get to push me around, Ikki, treat me like shit, and then give me warnings. I don't know what the hell you think you are, but you do NOT have power over me.
12th
It doesn't really matter. He has no interest in whatever she wants to say or however she wants to bend his own words to feel more special or play the role of the victim even more.
So instead of listening, or stopping, he continues moving and focuses in finding Marco. Her words become little more than a buzzing sound and as soon as he finds Marco, Ikki leaves in a flash of light and a loud banging sound, moving at top speed before she even finishes. As if she wasn't there, as if there was nothing that held his interest there, because that's exactly what he thinks.]