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Drunken Pirates! [Sep. 24th, 2006|02:19 pm]
The Crack that Never Was


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Demyx was simply in awe. How the calmest of the pubs in the dank port of Tortuga managed to become the most insane and inane of them all, he wasn't sure. The bard had hidden under the ledge of the counter where the bartender was serving up drinks, hoping his friends would not think him a complete wuss and disown him, but when the bartender plopped a large mug of rum into his hands, he didn't complain. Sure, technically he was underage, but seeing as Namine, Roxas, and even his squat little friend Pence were downing various beverages from their own assorted cups and bottles, Demyx figured it was safe enough to join in the "fun".

The rum washed down his throat, warming everything from the mouth down to his stomach with a sort of hazy heat. The Melodious Nocturne grinned, gulping more of the dark liquid and letting the intoxicating effects make him loose and tension free. What had he been worrying about anyway, this stuff was good! Chugging down the last of the mug, Demyx leaned over and tapped the bulky man behind the counter, asking for another bottle of the liquid drug. Rum was good! He wondered why he never had it before.

Taking another sip, water starting to condense on his forehead and running down the random spiky bangs. It was getting hot. Stripping off the black coat, revealing the black tank top and leather pants underneath, Sitting there in a lazy bliss, Demyx was getting bored. What could he do to liven up the place?

The water mage then noticed an unoccupied table in the middle of the tavern, and a single lamp chained from the ceiling, shining down like a spotlight. The music still played, from where he did not know, or really care. The alcohol made him giddy, and all inhibitions were gone. Leaping onto the table, bottle in hand, Demyx began to dance, swaying, and mouthing random lyrics to the music.

[User Picture]From: belladonna12
2006-10-04 09:26 am (UTC)
Marluxia raised an eyebrow at Axel's drunken ramblings. Someone really shouldn't have let the pyro near the alcohol. Gods of Darkness, God of Sorrows, and the Nameless take it, he might as well add Axel to his list of people to babysit. In fact, that was an almost calming influence on the Graceful Assassin. People he needed to babysit and make sure survived/didn't get in trouble meant he had a duty, and it wasn't a stupid one like wait in an oppressively white castle to kill one little boy who was doing the worlds a favor anyway. If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't sense the heavy, cold, chilling rage that he'd carried most of his life, Marluxia'd almost swear he had a heart again.

"Axel, you're as pleasant drunk as you are sober, which isn't very. Since Xemnas is in similar condition, and unlikely to stay sober very long for a while, I consider myself unassigned, and uninclined to pursue anything remotely damaging to the Organization, Roxas, or Namine. Besides, pirating is likely to require more concentration then going mad in a castle with an assignment that would have gotten Xemnas a faceful of cold steel had I still had a heart, and I could use something to do other then sit in a bar tee-totaling and dodging objects thrown by a plastered Berserker who thinks he's an anime character." That said, he turned to Namine.

"And I have no intention of trying anything funny. I simply have enough of a sense of duty left that I'd feel a remembrance of guilt if I let the lot of you wander off with Axel and Roxas in this condition." This was the truth, even if Namine didn't believe him. Marluxia may have been frightening in his own way, but most of those he'd killed had gotten in the end what they deserved.
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[User Picture]From: peepofdarkness
2006-10-06 06:44 am (UTC)
Left-right, left-right, left-right. Swaying blissfully side to side, occasionally teetering just a bit far and staggering in one direction or another, but only for a few uncoordinated steps before he was back on beat. Broken bits of humming occassionally faded in and out as he, for the most part, ignored any exchanges taking place. In all his inebriated mirth, he gazed back and forth between Axel and Marluxia, then to Namine after she ran away with his hat behind Axel..... He'd have to get that back eventually... By the time things hit a pause, he somehow had wandered in and out of actually trying to listen to what people were saying to get that they needed more hats.. and that they were headed for the docks to.. command..o.... a ship... And then...

The Pink One has joined your party!

There was another interval of blank staring, this time focused on Marluxia. Roxas was perfectly poised with a sagacious gaze, seemingly contemplating what assets the petal assassin would contribute to their assembly with intense... intensity... Narrowing his eyes, he opened his mouth as though to alert them all of some sort of profound epiphany that had just broke through like an aurora in a colorless avoid, then impulsively spun 'round to face the rest of the crew.

"Heeey... that place where we were.. before... we were here.... That place had ships, right? Or... well, we were on a ship? We can commaaaandur that one... can't we?" the nobody trailed off, craning his neck around and staring bare-faced off toward the docks, but really more toward the ground ahead than the ocean... And just like that took off toward an unconcious body, making a quick job of ganking anything that resembled a hat, looked pirate-y or was shiny in general, then bolted back to the rest. As a blur of blonde and black, he sped over to Marluxia, tossing the freshly-picked hat upon his head, whether he wanted it or not, flung a flew bracelets and such in the air near Namine for her or anyone else who wanted them, then ran back down the road toward the docks once more, this time looking like he'd actually be heading for them and not coming back. As he made his way through the riotous streets, he'd perform similar acts as before, picking over the drunken pirates and borrowing whatever caught his eye, or rather anything he could manage to put on while in the oiled orbit. That humming from earlier finally came out in a melody, too....

"Keening up za o-shuns, Cap'n Ham'ton an' his croo. Trouble in za seven seez, he'll know what ta do! Cap'n, he hates rubbish, to him pie-rats arr jus' soot. Scallywags an' scurvy dooogd are crusheded un'er his foot!"
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