01 Acromion [Intro, Accidental Video]

[hugmyscythe]

[There’s a pale girl with her back turned to the screen; so white is her skin that it seems to glow in contrast to the dark world surrounding her. She stands in front of a pool of black water, briefly touching one of the spiny horns on her head like she so often does when thinking.

Slowly, she reaches for one of her modestly heeled pumps and removes it. The shoe dissolves into shadow and mist as if it had never existed. She does the same for the other.

She slips a sleeve down a bony shoulder and then peels the wispy fabric off a thin arm. Despite being mostly bone and tendon, she carries herself and her motions elegantly.

The girl is undressing, probably to either swim or bathe. And she obviously doesn’t know she is being recorded. Unless video or voice is used, she might not notice anyone trying to stop (or encourage) her.]


[[Responses to text will be forward dated to about an hour later.]]

Comments

[fuego-del-mar.livejournal.com]

There is some. You may ah...I think the word is post? Well you can show and talk to people at your own freedom but sometimes, like just now, the community will simply show itself.

[He frowns at the escape part but all he can honestly offer her is a shrug. He doesn't know.]

I'm from Port Royal. *pause* The year 1748. You have me at a disadvantage, Milady. May I ask Your name?

[hugmyscythe]

That is

not my world.

I
am
[...]

Dead.

Master.

[fuego-del-mar.livejournal.com]

There are several worlds here. IT may be a while before someone from your world gains the ability to use this place.

[Dead Master...okay his father was called Boostrap. Not that odd of a name after all.]

It's a pleasure to know you Dead Master.

[He thinks it's a title.]

[hugmyscythe]

Other worlds

I wish to see.

[And look, she seems to soften a little.]

Likewise.

William Turner.
[She thinks his name is fun to say. That's why she keeps repeating it.]

You are...a gentleman.

[fuego-del-mar.livejournal.com]

Oh...hold on a moment then. Mind the sun, it's just after mid-day.

[He turns his little metal disc around, tilted so that the sun isn't show. No use blinding the girl. Have a nice view of the Caribbean ocean and an Island waaaay off in the distance.

He hasn't met Tia Dalm yet so...there's no real creepy feeling to having his name said continuously.]

Thank you, milady.

[hugmyscythe]

My,
my.

It is...

[And she wants to say something like 'pretty' or 'beautiful', but those words are mysterious and strange on her tongue.]

...different. [It is a compliment.]

[fuego-del-mar.livejournal.com]

[He'll just think she's never seen something like it and nod, leaving the picture long enough for a few gulls to pass by before he carefully moves it back on the ship.]

It's a world all her own.

[hugmyscythe]

So blue.

Like her eyes.

And green.

[fuego-del-mar.livejournal.com]

The ocean has greens and blues...whatever her mood is.

[He hears the part about eyes but he doesn't pry. A small smile does curve his lips for a moment.]

[hugmyscythe]

Of course.She is sentient.
And not dead.

Like the ones here.

[fuego-del-mar.livejournal.com]

[He goes a little soft-eyed while he stares out at the water.]

No...she's very much alive and of her own will.

[He turns back to look at her.]

You've an affinity for the sea as well?

[hugmyscythe]

Black and stale...
[And she turns her own 'camera' to the side, revealing a still sea of dark water. There is virtually no horizon, for the edge of the ocean blends directly into the night sky; the only indication that there is water is by how the surface feebly reflects the moonlight.]

or blue and flowing.

[She looks back at his world.] Lifeless
or
living.
He he he. That it exists is enough.

[fuego-del-mar.livejournal.com]

[He really doesn't know how to respond to the inky blackness. Besides that it looks like his own ocean on the stillest of nights.

Her words though...]

Sounds like the ocean to me. Always changing, always the same.

[hugmyscythe]

I do not know the ocean well enough

as I should.

[A sigh.]
And you?

[fuego-del-mar.livejournal.com]

I don't think anyone can truly know the ocean completely. She's far to changing.

[hugmyscythe]

Just like with people.

[fuego-del-mar.livejournal.com]

Yes.

Just as with people.

[hugmyscythe]

But it is what makes them interesting.

An almost

endearing trait.

[fuego-del-mar.livejournal.com]

You find change endearing?

[hugmyscythe]

Almost endearing. Not always. [Tough question. She's not really certain anymore.] Perhaps if the change is

progressive.

But [...] [She briefly touches a vertebrae-like horn as she thinks.]
change must be

accepted, regardless.

If not, then change again.

[fuego-del-mar.livejournal.com]

If only it was all as simple as you have stated. True as it is....

[hugmyscythe]

He
he
he. Perhaps
more experience

is needed

to make it simple.

[fuego-del-mar.livejournal.com]

I think I've had a bit more experience at somethings then most people in my world.

[Dead, rotting somethings.]

[hugmyscythe]

You are stronger

that way, then.

Because
you have learned.

[fuego-del-mar.livejournal.com]

[Have a small bow of his head.]

Thank you, milady. Those are kind words.