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lucetilogs2010-08-01 11:52 pm
all7seas) wrote in lucetilogs2010-08-01 11:52 pm
Everything was beautiful; nothing hurt.
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gotmebones, lists_to_port, and anyone who wants to help them/laugh at them/take advantage of the situation/shake their heads in exasperation.
What: Irons. And Lots of Irony. (Yes, they get handcuffed together.)
When: 1 August, sometime nearish 3pm, after this.
Where: Good Spirits and perhaps around the village
Summary: Good God somebody help them.
Rating: Mothers Lock Up Your Daughters (PG+?)
After the unfortunate and highly accidental breakage of the medical thingy, Jack decided that the best thing to do would be to dump everything from his bag of booty onto the bar at Good Spirits so that McCoy--when he walked in angry--might be distracted by Interesting Junk. He tried to make two piles: Things of Interest to Bones, and Things of No Interest to Bones Whatsoever. There were sharp-looking scalpels and dull-looking scalpels and things that looked like they might be used to prod people's ears and other things that looked like they could be used to sew things like ears back onto the human body.
Into the other pile went some clockworkish items that Jack felt sure would be of interest to Donatello. He'd decided, somehow, that this turtle who was so intent on breaking through the barrier would need any help he could get, and if the pirate could do that by supplying random Malnosso technology, then he was more than willing to play that part.
The last thing he laid upon the bar--a set of iron manacles he'd swiped from one of the prison cells in the abandoned mountain structure--really could not be classified. He couldn't see Bones wanting them, and Donatello would definitely not want them and would in fact probably go off in a huff or something after even seeing them. So Jack ordered another tankard of ale and toyed with the metal handcuffs, wondering idly if he might reshape the iron and use it for fittings on his boat once she was finished.
gotmebones, lists_to_port, and anyone who wants to help them/laugh at them/take advantage of the situation/shake their heads in exasperation.What: Irons. And Lots of Irony. (Yes, they get handcuffed together.)
When: 1 August, sometime nearish 3pm, after this.
Where: Good Spirits and perhaps around the village
Summary: Good God somebody help them.
Rating: Mothers Lock Up Your Daughters (PG+?)
After the unfortunate and highly accidental breakage of the medical thingy, Jack decided that the best thing to do would be to dump everything from his bag of booty onto the bar at Good Spirits so that McCoy--when he walked in angry--might be distracted by Interesting Junk. He tried to make two piles: Things of Interest to Bones, and Things of No Interest to Bones Whatsoever. There were sharp-looking scalpels and dull-looking scalpels and things that looked like they might be used to prod people's ears and other things that looked like they could be used to sew things like ears back onto the human body.
Into the other pile went some clockworkish items that Jack felt sure would be of interest to Donatello. He'd decided, somehow, that this turtle who was so intent on breaking through the barrier would need any help he could get, and if the pirate could do that by supplying random Malnosso technology, then he was more than willing to play that part.
The last thing he laid upon the bar--a set of iron manacles he'd swiped from one of the prison cells in the abandoned mountain structure--really could not be classified. He couldn't see Bones wanting them, and Donatello would definitely not want them and would in fact probably go off in a huff or something after even seeing them. So Jack ordered another tankard of ale and toyed with the metal handcuffs, wondering idly if he might reshape the iron and use it for fittings on his boat once she was finished.
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"It IS a shame that we've ruined a perfectly good set of irons, isn't it."
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"Thanks, kid." He looked over his shoulder and glared at Jack. "I'd search his pockets before you do anything." Apparently their time chained together had not made their relationship any more amorous.
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"Would you happen to be hiding something?"
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"What have I to hide?"
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"Plenty if you're resorting to parlor tricks. I'll have you know if I find out you left this smithy with something that belongs here, I'll make it so your thieving hands won't be able to steal again."
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"I'm sure you just misplaced any missing items, hmm? If you would just remove me cuff, lovely, Jack'll help you search for them."
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With a grin she spots a blow torch. She won't pick it up just yet, but it might come in handy.
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For a few hours, at least.
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She glared at the man. Not only did he have the nerve to steal from her, which at the moment was more suspicion than anything, but he was lying too! Of course Winry would probably not go as far as burn the guy, but empty threats she could do.
"You want me to remove that cuff? Come here and I make sure it comes off along with that dirty hand of yours."
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Throughout this little speech, Jack was trying to maneuver himself closer to the exit. Giving anything back would be violating one of the first principles of piracy, and he wasn't willing to do that unless absolutely forced. Besides, this was sort of fun.
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"I'm going to have to amputate that hand if you take another step, you know." Would Jack end up shouting 'VOOOOI' if they really had to go down that road? "Infections are nasty and there's only so much I can do."
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The mechanic set the blow torch down. If Jack wasn't going to hand over whatever he stole, well then she was just going to ignore his predicament.
It's gotta be Stockholm syndrome
It might be Stockholm syndrome
McCoy warned the other man sharply, his southern tendencies shining through as he watched that gesture and the accompanying smile on his face. The doctor eventually settled on glaring at the pirate and letting his expression twist in bad temper, as opposed to punching him in the smithy and incurring the wrath of more than one blonde girl.
Blondes were terrifying, after all.
Is that your final diagnosis?
A punch may have been more welcome than frowned upon, considering the mechanic was getting closer to handing Jack a right hook herself. Angry and stubborn, she refused to get closer to the guy.
XD
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She would hate to have to let him leave with what he has taken, but she was not a fighter. She wouldn't be able to do much about it. Winry was just a mechanic. Perhaps she would rat Jack out to one of her co-workers. The men working around the smithy would surely handle this easier, right?
/is picturing an evil grin on Ash's face
"Perhaps it is best, lass---though I've stolen nothing, mind--that I and my piratey aroma take ourselves hence and pick the lock on our own, savvy? And you can put your bit of dragonsbreath aside for now." Nodding at the blowtorch.
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"Get out."
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