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Log: Complete
When; September 1st..ish
Rating; PG
Characters; Tia Dalma (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tiaxdalma) and Davy Jones (deadnordying)
Summary; I've had enough of these motherfucking kids on the motherfucking Dutchman
Log;
(Tia) The Opera House pleased her more than she thought it would. There was no ocean here, no connection to the beating heart of the earth, but even on Jack’s ship the connection was dull and useless in this artificial world. She had taken the attic, high above the rigging and the catwalks of the stage - it connected to a large balcony that overlooked the city. Things were set up already, trinkets and bottles and even living creatures scattered about, a warm glow cast by her expanse of candles and a single electric lamp hung from the ceiling (something she found very nice indeed). She’d told the other inhabitants that were about that day that she was expecting a visitor and would take no questions about it, and that she suggested they mind their own business. She waited in the foyer, lost in thought.
(Davy) It was strange to be moving about on land. Even stranger still when he could not use the cane he commonly employed as a means of support. The more normal of his appendages had been claimed, though, by the hand of the little girl who'd been abandoned on the deck of the Dutchman. She looked terrified to be moving about with this creature, but over the past few days it had dulled--one could only spend so long fearing something before it became usual. Jones had done little aside from issuing idle threats to impede her safety, and so she wasn't entirely insecure, though he had refused to make mention of where he was taking her.
Jones halted before the Opera House, staring upward for some time, as if he expected something to happen. When nothing did he gave the girl a little jerk toward the doors, limping toward them and guiding her through.
(Tia) She turned to greet her visitor, but stopped short when she saw the girl. Things rarely surprised her, but truly, she had not expected Davy to bring the girl with him. How easy could Jack Sparrow have seen her and taken her, how easy could some native of this City noticed? Oh well, there was nothing to be done now. Clearly, the captain of the Dutchman had no intention of keeping the child, trade or not.
Lucy was looking at Tia with wide, pleading eyes. She recognized the woman from Jack’s ship, and Tia, half annoyed but refusing to show it, bent down to scoop her up in her arms. Lucy clung to her immediately, feeling safer with her. “Shh now…” he stroked her hair and whispered to her, lulling her into sleep with a simple twist of intervention. Tia turned and began to walk up to the attic. “This way,” she called over her shoulder.
(Davy) Jones could have cared less, truly--he wanted the brat off of his ship, be it at any sort of expense he'd to endure. If there was one thing he could not tolerate it was the presence of a screaming child.
He was silent for once as he followed after Tia, albeit more slowly than he could have managed otherwise--it was only natural that he'd more trouble moving about on land, as he was more than used to the constant sway of the sea. The missing leg did little to aid matters in that respect, but he managed well enough as it were.
(Tia) Once in her quarters, Tia laid Lucy down in the back, eying her curiously. Unharmed and fed, what a blessing. She rose, and went back to the front room, motioning for Jones to take a seat in the chair before her cluttered table. She sat as well, settling back in her chair easily. The sight of Davy Jones no longer unnerved her, having already seen it once. She was not a woman to cower - though she did wonder exactly how extensive his heckling would be over having apparently run out on Sparrow.
“So how you be getting stuck with such a passenger, Captain?”
(Davy) "Your precious Sparrow decided to contribute collateral. Unnecessary collateral." Of course, Jones did not know of the circumstances behind the strange appearance of the girl outside of what message Jack had left him. All he knew was that it had been more an annoyance than anything. Lowering himself into the chair that was offered, Jones found himself overlooking the numerous items scattered before him. It was all eerily familiar, in a way. But as it were those things were nothing more than memory, and he could hardly attach them to anything pleasant, now.
(Tia) “Hmm…” she was quiet for a moment, regarding him carefully. Here was a many she could not see through easily at all. The lack of emotion made it difficult to predict anything about him - though the familiarity of the way he conducted himself gave her something of an edge. But only just. To deal with him would be to go against all her own advice. But if anyone was to deal with Jones, it might as well be her. Rarely did working deals with anyone actually benefit her much at all, as she tended to have all that she needed at all times with the help of no man. But now, she understood that this girl would remain here with her, as Jones had no intention of keeping her. Her death was an idle threat - even the devil of the sea would not kill a child; but to take her and keep her could prove imminently problematic for Tia. The child was being looked for. People of the City knew she was missing. If Tia showed up with her… Tia, who no longer had the proximity of the men who’d truly taken her… well. It was nothing she could not ultimately deal with, but it was be so very annoying.
“I speak frankly. The situation of this girl be troublesome. To take her from you and take her home be easy enough, but she become something like a black spot in this place.”
(Davy) "Let them think her dead and be done with it. So long as she needn't stay on my ship I see no reason to have another mark against my name," it was the truth--he couldn't have cared less. He had taken into considerations what problems the girl could cause Tia, and he thought it better that she be assumed thrown overboard or something equally heartless. Who better to have done it than one without a heart?
"Obviously you've none to probe here, lest you desire them, so it would hardly prove a problem to one with your ability."
(Tia) Tia raised her chin and looked down on the disfigured man through slanted eyes. “You be good to be wary of the powers that be in this place. They constrain even me.” A pause. “But I think they not become involved in a matter such a this. The ruse must be well accomplished for it to hold; people here come back once their body dead, you must say you tied a canon to her leg or some such.” The idea of keeping up something like that… yes, it could be done. It might cause some distress within the ranks of the men who’d started the plot, but… currently, they were not in her favor. They would be again, of course, but at the moment, she cared not for their sanity.
(Davy) "Matters of discord on the ship then, aye?" Jones didn't bother trying to keep the amusement from his voice, but Tia's blatant uncaring as to what effect their plan would hold on Tia's allies was enough to mean something of the sort. "Must be something large for you to choose land over the sea, as it is." His eyes narrowed, though it was more thoughtful than a threatening manner. He was curious, and it could not be helped--he was always curious when she was concerned, especially when what actions she took went unexplained and seemed to have so little purpose. It was often times that those turned out to have the most of any.
(Tia) “The sea here be an illusion, just like all else,” she answered. “I tire of my temporary home being bartered to spineless mortals because one be at last losing all sense of himself.” Her voice was hard, and cold - Jones would be well familiar with it, perhaps more than any other man living. It was the tone of voice reserved for those who had done the great injustice of offending her. Not quite enough to earn her wrath, but enough to make her seriously considering backing out on her word. “But you know well how I take to boredom.”
(Davy) "All too well," he echoed, his own tone almost cold for the moment but it was quick to right itself. "Who does he intend to leave her to, then?" This was in reference to the ship--he could well understand Tia by now, and while her pattern of speech confused some he was still quite used to it. It was good that Jack was confident, though--it implied that he truly intended to keep to his word, which was all that truly mattered to Jones for the moment. His heart and a crew, then he could worry about other matters.
(Tia) “A blind man who share him face,” Tia said. It was a dangerous game, giving Davy Jones information like this, but at the moment, it neither served nor endangered her, and the most likely outcome would be that it would, in fact, result in her own will. “He be a madman, but dangerous, as he manipulate mortals and gods here alike. Pretty words, if you dumb enough to listen.”
(Davy) "Has he any knowledge of the workings of such a ship?" Curious if only for the fact that a new Captain on the sea meant a new pawn, though if he was not worth while it would be time not spent. "Or shall he be mere fodder for the guns?" He was watching Tia, that cold gaze unwavering. Had he his heart he could not have done it, but now it hardly mattered.
(Tia) Amused at the questions, Tia began to fall into her normal banter, leaning forward with her hand rested on one chin. “Oh, such games we play now?” she half wanted to try and lure some shiny payment from him, but wondered if that would cross a line. Still, without his heart, the patterns of memory and reaction would flow the same. “I think he have none, though he be of the sort to learn quick enough. Still, him be blind as I say. Eyes cut out.” She did not mention that the man’s first mate would be William Turner - having tricked Jones before, the boy had proven himself a very annoying, if not quite worthy, adversary. She did not want him to be too cautious, after all. That boy had potential, vast as the ocean, she saw it every time she looked at him.
(Davy) "He'll not last long, then." He could be of little use in Jones's eyes, and so in regard to the sea there would be little pity on his part. Devil of the Deep as he was, but still a pirate to boot, and ships were ships--an extra would be enough to tempt any who did deem themselves such an occupation. There was no comment in response to her mention of games--Jones had tired of them long ago, and she would know quite well by this point that any sort of game would not be tolerated for long.
(Tia) Tia rolled her eyes at his grim proclamation. Talk of war always did bore her so. She wondered idly if this City would consider Jones dead or alive - as he was neither. A thought occurred to her, and she asked: “Bootstrap Bill still be with you?”
(Davy) "Aye, that he is, and shall be for an eternity. For what purpose do you ask?"
(Tia) “Curiosity,” she said easily, and it was partly truth. The information brought a certain new plot twisting in her mind, though it would be best dealt with later. “So this be our accord, you to lie and I to hide, and we ne’r speak of it again?” Until it suits either of us, she added quietly.
(Davy) His eyes narrowed and he hesitated--he was always hesitant to make such deals with her. In the end, though, she tended to win out--and now was no different. "Aye, an accord it should be." Whether or not he'd heard the quiet addition was difficult to tell, though there was no sign that he had.
(Tia) A wide smile spread over Tia’s face, and she slowly unfurled one slender hand to grasp whatever he would extend - no flinching or grimacing, just a smile that one might see as dark, but she only saw as amused. She loved deals like these, ones that could spin out in all directions and make as many waves as on the sea itself, watching their tendrils go out and seeing what they would make. Indeed, this would bring much to watch for.
Rating; PG
Characters; Tia Dalma (
tiaxdalma) and Davy Jones (deadnordying)Summary; I've had enough of these motherfucking kids on the motherfucking Dutchman
Log;
(Tia) The Opera House pleased her more than she thought it would. There was no ocean here, no connection to the beating heart of the earth, but even on Jack’s ship the connection was dull and useless in this artificial world. She had taken the attic, high above the rigging and the catwalks of the stage - it connected to a large balcony that overlooked the city. Things were set up already, trinkets and bottles and even living creatures scattered about, a warm glow cast by her expanse of candles and a single electric lamp hung from the ceiling (something she found very nice indeed). She’d told the other inhabitants that were about that day that she was expecting a visitor and would take no questions about it, and that she suggested they mind their own business. She waited in the foyer, lost in thought.
(Davy) It was strange to be moving about on land. Even stranger still when he could not use the cane he commonly employed as a means of support. The more normal of his appendages had been claimed, though, by the hand of the little girl who'd been abandoned on the deck of the Dutchman. She looked terrified to be moving about with this creature, but over the past few days it had dulled--one could only spend so long fearing something before it became usual. Jones had done little aside from issuing idle threats to impede her safety, and so she wasn't entirely insecure, though he had refused to make mention of where he was taking her.
Jones halted before the Opera House, staring upward for some time, as if he expected something to happen. When nothing did he gave the girl a little jerk toward the doors, limping toward them and guiding her through.
(Tia) She turned to greet her visitor, but stopped short when she saw the girl. Things rarely surprised her, but truly, she had not expected Davy to bring the girl with him. How easy could Jack Sparrow have seen her and taken her, how easy could some native of this City noticed? Oh well, there was nothing to be done now. Clearly, the captain of the Dutchman had no intention of keeping the child, trade or not.
Lucy was looking at Tia with wide, pleading eyes. She recognized the woman from Jack’s ship, and Tia, half annoyed but refusing to show it, bent down to scoop her up in her arms. Lucy clung to her immediately, feeling safer with her. “Shh now…” he stroked her hair and whispered to her, lulling her into sleep with a simple twist of intervention. Tia turned and began to walk up to the attic. “This way,” she called over her shoulder.
(Davy) Jones could have cared less, truly--he wanted the brat off of his ship, be it at any sort of expense he'd to endure. If there was one thing he could not tolerate it was the presence of a screaming child.
He was silent for once as he followed after Tia, albeit more slowly than he could have managed otherwise--it was only natural that he'd more trouble moving about on land, as he was more than used to the constant sway of the sea. The missing leg did little to aid matters in that respect, but he managed well enough as it were.
(Tia) Once in her quarters, Tia laid Lucy down in the back, eying her curiously. Unharmed and fed, what a blessing. She rose, and went back to the front room, motioning for Jones to take a seat in the chair before her cluttered table. She sat as well, settling back in her chair easily. The sight of Davy Jones no longer unnerved her, having already seen it once. She was not a woman to cower - though she did wonder exactly how extensive his heckling would be over having apparently run out on Sparrow.
“So how you be getting stuck with such a passenger, Captain?”
(Davy) "Your precious Sparrow decided to contribute collateral. Unnecessary collateral." Of course, Jones did not know of the circumstances behind the strange appearance of the girl outside of what message Jack had left him. All he knew was that it had been more an annoyance than anything. Lowering himself into the chair that was offered, Jones found himself overlooking the numerous items scattered before him. It was all eerily familiar, in a way. But as it were those things were nothing more than memory, and he could hardly attach them to anything pleasant, now.
(Tia) “Hmm…” she was quiet for a moment, regarding him carefully. Here was a many she could not see through easily at all. The lack of emotion made it difficult to predict anything about him - though the familiarity of the way he conducted himself gave her something of an edge. But only just. To deal with him would be to go against all her own advice. But if anyone was to deal with Jones, it might as well be her. Rarely did working deals with anyone actually benefit her much at all, as she tended to have all that she needed at all times with the help of no man. But now, she understood that this girl would remain here with her, as Jones had no intention of keeping her. Her death was an idle threat - even the devil of the sea would not kill a child; but to take her and keep her could prove imminently problematic for Tia. The child was being looked for. People of the City knew she was missing. If Tia showed up with her… Tia, who no longer had the proximity of the men who’d truly taken her… well. It was nothing she could not ultimately deal with, but it was be so very annoying.
“I speak frankly. The situation of this girl be troublesome. To take her from you and take her home be easy enough, but she become something like a black spot in this place.”
(Davy) "Let them think her dead and be done with it. So long as she needn't stay on my ship I see no reason to have another mark against my name," it was the truth--he couldn't have cared less. He had taken into considerations what problems the girl could cause Tia, and he thought it better that she be assumed thrown overboard or something equally heartless. Who better to have done it than one without a heart?
"Obviously you've none to probe here, lest you desire them, so it would hardly prove a problem to one with your ability."
(Tia) Tia raised her chin and looked down on the disfigured man through slanted eyes. “You be good to be wary of the powers that be in this place. They constrain even me.” A pause. “But I think they not become involved in a matter such a this. The ruse must be well accomplished for it to hold; people here come back once their body dead, you must say you tied a canon to her leg or some such.” The idea of keeping up something like that… yes, it could be done. It might cause some distress within the ranks of the men who’d started the plot, but… currently, they were not in her favor. They would be again, of course, but at the moment, she cared not for their sanity.
(Davy) "Matters of discord on the ship then, aye?" Jones didn't bother trying to keep the amusement from his voice, but Tia's blatant uncaring as to what effect their plan would hold on Tia's allies was enough to mean something of the sort. "Must be something large for you to choose land over the sea, as it is." His eyes narrowed, though it was more thoughtful than a threatening manner. He was curious, and it could not be helped--he was always curious when she was concerned, especially when what actions she took went unexplained and seemed to have so little purpose. It was often times that those turned out to have the most of any.
(Tia) “The sea here be an illusion, just like all else,” she answered. “I tire of my temporary home being bartered to spineless mortals because one be at last losing all sense of himself.” Her voice was hard, and cold - Jones would be well familiar with it, perhaps more than any other man living. It was the tone of voice reserved for those who had done the great injustice of offending her. Not quite enough to earn her wrath, but enough to make her seriously considering backing out on her word. “But you know well how I take to boredom.”
(Davy) "All too well," he echoed, his own tone almost cold for the moment but it was quick to right itself. "Who does he intend to leave her to, then?" This was in reference to the ship--he could well understand Tia by now, and while her pattern of speech confused some he was still quite used to it. It was good that Jack was confident, though--it implied that he truly intended to keep to his word, which was all that truly mattered to Jones for the moment. His heart and a crew, then he could worry about other matters.
(Tia) “A blind man who share him face,” Tia said. It was a dangerous game, giving Davy Jones information like this, but at the moment, it neither served nor endangered her, and the most likely outcome would be that it would, in fact, result in her own will. “He be a madman, but dangerous, as he manipulate mortals and gods here alike. Pretty words, if you dumb enough to listen.”
(Davy) "Has he any knowledge of the workings of such a ship?" Curious if only for the fact that a new Captain on the sea meant a new pawn, though if he was not worth while it would be time not spent. "Or shall he be mere fodder for the guns?" He was watching Tia, that cold gaze unwavering. Had he his heart he could not have done it, but now it hardly mattered.
(Tia) Amused at the questions, Tia began to fall into her normal banter, leaning forward with her hand rested on one chin. “Oh, such games we play now?” she half wanted to try and lure some shiny payment from him, but wondered if that would cross a line. Still, without his heart, the patterns of memory and reaction would flow the same. “I think he have none, though he be of the sort to learn quick enough. Still, him be blind as I say. Eyes cut out.” She did not mention that the man’s first mate would be William Turner - having tricked Jones before, the boy had proven himself a very annoying, if not quite worthy, adversary. She did not want him to be too cautious, after all. That boy had potential, vast as the ocean, she saw it every time she looked at him.
(Davy) "He'll not last long, then." He could be of little use in Jones's eyes, and so in regard to the sea there would be little pity on his part. Devil of the Deep as he was, but still a pirate to boot, and ships were ships--an extra would be enough to tempt any who did deem themselves such an occupation. There was no comment in response to her mention of games--Jones had tired of them long ago, and she would know quite well by this point that any sort of game would not be tolerated for long.
(Tia) Tia rolled her eyes at his grim proclamation. Talk of war always did bore her so. She wondered idly if this City would consider Jones dead or alive - as he was neither. A thought occurred to her, and she asked: “Bootstrap Bill still be with you?”
(Davy) "Aye, that he is, and shall be for an eternity. For what purpose do you ask?"
(Tia) “Curiosity,” she said easily, and it was partly truth. The information brought a certain new plot twisting in her mind, though it would be best dealt with later. “So this be our accord, you to lie and I to hide, and we ne’r speak of it again?” Until it suits either of us, she added quietly.
(Davy) His eyes narrowed and he hesitated--he was always hesitant to make such deals with her. In the end, though, she tended to win out--and now was no different. "Aye, an accord it should be." Whether or not he'd heard the quiet addition was difficult to tell, though there was no sign that he had.
(Tia) A wide smile spread over Tia’s face, and she slowly unfurled one slender hand to grasp whatever he would extend - no flinching or grimacing, just a smile that one might see as dark, but she only saw as amused. She loved deals like these, ones that could spin out in all directions and make as many waves as on the sea itself, watching their tendrils go out and seeing what they would make. Indeed, this would bring much to watch for.