eying more games than I probably should

[onefool]

As much as I appreciate your... enthusiasm, I find I can't help but try and speak words of caution. Do you recall the promise you made not only to yourself, but all of us? Your compatriots and your charges alike. I thought the plan was to take it slow, not to hurry along after those you want to cast your die with.

Not that you'll listen. Not really. [A half-grin, then, more cryptically than it seems:] But a man does what he can.

[... a long, awkward pause. Then:] A request, though? Please, stop the ... [Will shakes his head.] No, never mind. [Because actually putting it to words would bring more trouble than he feels like dealing with. And it's not like the mundane doesn't know what he was about to ask. :I]

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[tentacruelest]

[With a watery voice utterly filled with contempt]

Th' day you exercise caution, restraint and sense is the day the world overturns and all the water in it pours out.

Good evening to you, Mister Turner.

[onefool]

[................................. :T

okay no no no Will calm down. he's been taken care of. ............ but still.]

Likewise, Davy Jones.

[look at how much he means that, with his lip almost curling. just listen to his voice! it's not like, underneath the light, airy politeness, it matches yours, Davy. oh no.]

I suppose the same would have happened the day you decide to accept your responsibility and guide the lost and weary to their rightful resting place. Maybe it's a good thing, then, that that day never came.

[tentacruelest]

You've got gall in you, Turner. Do not presume to lecture me after you and yours killed me, I'll not listen to a word of it.

And the day will come when I come to reclaim what was stolen from me. You'll do well to watch your back before someone decides to come about and strip the flesh from it entirely.

[onefool]

[Well, he feels mildly successful now. Will stands a little taller as Jones begins to make his threats.]

Funny, and here I thought I was meant to inherit your burden. "A touch of destiny," and all.

[tentacruelest]

[Jones stops mid-threat, taking on a sarcastic drawling tone]

Did I relinquish my burden, as you call it, freely? I seem to recall your pirates forcibly taking it from me on one too many an occasion!

The chest, Turner. Where is it?

[onefool]

You chose to ignore it than fulfill your duty. That's as good as an invitation for someone to come take it from you.

[And, no, he's not answering that question.]

[justguidelines]

[It's adorable, really, how he thinks muns will keep their promises. If that were so, he'd nary have taken a bullet to the head, via one Jack Sparrow, would he?]

Mister Turner, you seem to be operating under the misconception that things such as promises and oaths mean more than simply wasted air to their type.

And, of course, ye'd be wrong.

[onefool]

[Will has half a mind to argue the point, to speak of how in the past weeks he's watched his and the way she treats the others sharing his space, but he's also heard the stories they've told. Bitter tales of caution.

So, instead, he says,] Can you blame me for trying to appeal to her soft heart? [........... no offense, but lady, you really are a sensitive one.]

[justguidelines]

Aye, that I can. For no matter how their hearts be soft to your plight and story, lad, when it comes down to the heat of the fire and they have the choice to lift you out and toss you in, they'll choose the latter nine out of ten.

[onefool]

I'm more concerned of the burns she might suffer should she not heed her own words. [There's practically a shrug in his voice.

He doesn't have much worry for what will happen to him; he'll pull through, he knows. He always has before. But if she's the one who trips into the fire, she's more likely to take him down with her in a more ... lasting way.]

[justguidelines]

And there be nothing the likes of you can do, one way or the other, Mister Turner, as like as not, they'll do exactly as they wish, your protests aside.

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

[You're the guy he keeps getting mistaken for?

...

Nope, can't see it.]

They'll not ever listen, whether it be to our requests or desires.

[onefool]

[... well, this is weird.]

Luckily, I'm not truly speaking of my own desires. She declared she would have to be patient and wait some time ago; more than anything else, I'm simply trying to remind her of that.

[bow_of_the_galadhrim]

[I'm still prettier.]

They shall listen to reminders even less often, I find.

[onefool]

[you can have that title if it means that much to you]

And they learn from their mistakes even less than that, I suppose?

This isn't late, what are you talking about, shhhhh.

[bottlearum]

[ Oh, Will. Dearest, Will. Poor, naive Will Turner.

Jack Sparrow laughs at your pain.

Not literally, of course, that would be rude. Although the large grin on his face certainly gives the impression that Jack is, indeed, laughing. ]

Stop the... what, Will?

[ Because, oh yes. He knows. ]

there is no lateness here

[onefool]

[okay Will pokerface. this is Jack you're talking to h --

oops too late, he's already linefacing really hard]

It's nothing you need to worry about.

Oh, good.

[bottlearum]

[ Will's lineface only makes Jack grin wider. Was such a thing even possible? Apparently it was, because he's doing it. ]

Is it, now?

and this is why that "late" thing doesn't bother me

[onefool]

[linefacing even more]

It doesn't effect you in the least.

[also dammit Jack did you have to say one of the things that Davy likes to say]

Late doesn't bother me either. I will backtag until the end of time.

[bottlearum]

[ Did you just compare him to Davy Jones?

William Turner, he is offended. And not the kind of offended where he over-dramatizes it for laughs. No, there are actual, legitimate offended feelings, here.

See if he ever speaks to you again. Hmph.

...

Oh, no, wait, he was making fun of you. That's a worthy cause. One that's worthy enough for him to break that never talking to William Turner ever again thing he'd just decided to enforce.

He raises his index fingers, taking a step closer. He might be fully in Will's personal space now. ]

Really? Because a certain mun told my mun... [ Here he gestures to himself, just so you know that he is, in fact, talking about himself. ] ...just how much it has t' do with me.

[tryacorset]

And now he shows up.

[ There is no real ire in her tone, much as there a faint traces of actual bitterness there. She knows these matters are beyond his control, it would just have been nice to have seen him before she was put on the back burner to die a slow death of boredom.

Still, she tries to keep it light, her comment truly is meant as just a teasing joke, even if it is one with roots in a less humorous truth. ]

[onefool]

[The undertones in her voice makes him -- worried. And a little confused. He doesn't think he's done anything wrong. And it's not like this was anywhere near within his control -- And she would know that, since she's here. She would understand. So he's mostly just worried. Worried for her.

Still, despite the confusion and concern being too obvious in his eyes -- he's never been good at keeping a poker face -- he decides against voicing them. Instead, after a second where the emotions lie on the surface, he swallows them down and a grin rises up, small and wry.]

Green flash and all. [except not really. but. that's not the point okay shut up]

[tryacorset]

[ She's just going to walk into his arms now and wrap her own tightly around his waist and he's simply going to have to deal, ok? Ok. ]

I've missed you.

[onefool]

[He can definitely live with this.]

I've missed you, too, [he murmurs. He holds her close, leans his cheek on her hair, breathes her in, relishes in it all. She is here.]

[tryacorset]

[ Her grip is maybe a little bit too tight, but who could blame her? Here, they could have more than one day. Here they could have a life. A confusing, fractured, frightening and frustrating life, but one they could face together.

But it's all so fleeting, at any moment they could be swept away from one another again and there is not a thing they can do about it.

It makes he so angry. ]

I'm sorry to go against the advice you were giving, but I don't want to go slow.