Log: Ongoing

[second-turn.livejournal.com]

When; Sep 1st
Rating; PG?
Characters; second_turn, Will Turner, tiaxdalma Tia Dalma
Summary; Will is very tired of "surprises", so it's time to pay a visit to Tia.
Log;


Will hurried across the street toward the Opera House, all the while wonderingif this was such a good idea.

Lately it seemed everyone was either keeping secrets, or double crossing.
Even those he thought he knew incapable of such things...
..Maybe thats why he had agreed to this little meeting?
At least Tia had always kept her share of secrets, and he highly doubted she would suddenly change too.

Agian he couldn't help but wonder if he should have told Elizabeth...but as with each time this thought had occurred in the past half-hour he decided "no".
She was angry enough, and Tia didn't much care for her anyway.

Pushing open the Opera House' door, Will entered the grand lobby with not a little awe.
It was...beautiful?

Somehow he had expected the building to be derelict after so much disuse.

" Hello?" He called, hoping he didn't manage to wake all of the inhabitants trying to find Tia.

" Is anyone there?"

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[tiaxdalma.livejournal.com]

"Breathe," Tia instructed at the barrage of questions, holding up a hand. "Jack be dead. No more death in this place compound or enlighten it, dead is dead is dead. But to be killed by a god give him more a connection, you see? Just like to take a lover of another world, or have great feeling for someone. It make a connection - him in too much danger. Him not listen to me, so him lay in the grave him dig. It not my way to make him see."

"If your fate be bound to the outside, you get out when the time be right," she continued after a pause, letting the information sink in. "You already leave once. Your friend Norrington back home now. Jack, not so easy. But I have my ways."

[second-turn.livejournal.com]

Will fell quiet, considering what she said.
It made too much sense that Jack would prefer the city deep down...this place was made up of magic, and was very seductive in that regard.

Too often the City would curse it's occupants and then cater to thier whims the very next day.
"But...if Jack can't, or won't, leave.." He trailed off, yet agian thinking aloud.

" Is it all for nothing? Finding our way here, and then enduring thic city's curses?"