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Jack Styx entered the back alley bar, looking to so something that his sister would kill him for, and was probably illegal, besides. He was here to get drunk.
It wasn't like him at all, but as he defeated a Heartless on the way to a restaurant, a dozen more appeared, and he killed them all. But the last one- the look in his eye of hesitation as he considered to attack the person who killed all his comrades- made Jack worry. Once he killed the Heartless, he realized- he was becoming ruthless. Now, he hadn't been killing Heartless that long, but before now, if he had seen a Heartless hesitate, he might have left it alone. But now, he just killed it.
Jack entered the bar with a plan of swiftness and tact- he would sit at the bar inconspicuously, as though he was used to it. Then he would order some sort of alcohol, and order over and over and over again. Until he was drunk.
He wasn't sure what it would do, but he heard about alcoholic people doing to to become less stressed. As he would now. He strode purposefully to the bar and sat. The bartender gave him an unsure look.
"How old are ya, kid?" he asked in a gruff voice. Jack swallowed silently, and answered.
"Sixteen," he replied confidently. It seemed to take the bartender by surprise, too, but the middle-aged man set a mug of golden liquid in front of him.
Jack took an experimental sip, and almost gagged. Beer was horrible! But he sipped more and more, until he could stand to swallow it. He took a gulp, figuring it wan't too bad.
When he finished, he ordered another and another. After the second, he felt a heavy buzz, never having had a drink in his life before, ever, but after the third he started to feel better. And even better after the fourth. ------------ By the middle of the sixth, he was laughing with the other people in the bar and telling slightly exaggerated stories about his fights with Heartless.
"So there I was, *hic* fifty of them around me. I stood there with only my trusty sword, *hic* Isabelle, as a weapon. Magic almost gone, and I fought them. I took out five with the first swing, *hic* and six with the second. I even *hic* punched some of 'em dead! And I killed every last one of 'em! *hic*"
Jack's story brought about a new bout of cheering and swigs from the mugs. Another drinker started a story, and Jack listened, not a care in the world.
Then, the sound of another mug slamming down upon a table resounded. It came from a corner of the bar, and was held in the hand of a woman, clad as a pirate. She looked very, VERY drunk. The locals recognised her as Clarinette, another regular.
"You? Killing Heartless? Ha!" she remarks, getting up from her chair and trying to stroll over to where Jack was sitting. Her voice carried a tone of indignation. "It's a sin to tell lies, young man..."
She then started up a tale of her own. "...it was...five years ago now, I believe." she muses. "I was the head of a feared pirate fleet, the size of which would bring even the Wonderland Knights to reconsider their position. We'd just completed a raid, and were moving in for another one...but then THEY came."
She turns bleak."It was as if space itself was rent apart when their ship came in." she continues. "A giant vessel, a mockery of pirate ships, with a giant skull face on the front...it clearly bore the Heartless symbol on its forehead and sail." She begins to turn angry. "...I recall it looking at us and grinning...meaning that their ship itself was a Heartless creature. Then, it opened fire."
From there, the story goes by quickly: the ship and its crew, reported to consist of three types of Heartless, attacked. There were big ones with cannons for shoulders that fired from the deck of their vessel, spiderlike ones made of armor with blades for limbs wreaked havoc on the decks, and winged ones who wore heavy chains and shackles on their limbs snatched away any survivors. By the time the first volley was done, five of her eight grand ships had been utterly wrecked.
"...I ordered my men to turn and flee back to port when the things came forth...but to no avail." she says. "They caught up with us as if we were moving in slow motion...my crew tried to hold them back, but I saw them being turned into more of those monsters where they stood...all I could do was enter the only escape pod that wasn't jammed and bail out. It's only due to a stroke of luck I'm even here to tell you all this."
She straightens herself out. "...this is why I stepped in." she says. "Heartless are not creatures you can just kill with any old weapon, or else I'd have won back there. They are incomprehensible, implacable and, without the right tools..." She brings her hand up, and clenches it into a fist as though she were crushing something, "...undefeatable."
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Last Edit: Apr 11, 2010 13:32:55 GMT -4 by raikomaru
Jack was vaguely offended when she laughed mockingly at him, but the alcohol made him care much less then he usually might. He was honestly impressed by the woman's story. He never considered Heartless having Gummi ships, though. And a pirate ship... It was sort of ironic. You'd think that any civilization with enough technology to go into space would have the decency to, you know, not be pirates...
Jack downed the rest of the mug and slammed it down, making a sound almost equal in volume to the pirate's creation. The bartender rushed up to replace his drink. He didn't want to waste any time with this apparently alcoholic teenager, since he was raking in some good money with his stories and whatnot. Jack stood up on his barstool, which wobbled unsteadily, to look over the men and women at tables to get a good look at the pirate. She seemed to be experienced, but if she--
"AHH!" Jack yelled as he fell from the stool after he lost his footing. The stool had fallen forwar, courtesy of a man who didn't watch where he was watching. It was like a dive, and as the various consumers got out of the way, Jack had a clear path. Using whatever of his coordination that was left after so much beer, he turned the imminent wipeout into a roll, and stopped in a standing position. He stumbled, though, right into a chair across the table from the pirate.
Jack attemped to play it off as purposeful, but his current state of physical being showed the truth, by way of his disorientation and blushing. Though, either could have been from the alcohol. When he was able to, seemingly days later, Jack looked at the pirate lady.
"So, you're a space pirate?" he asked. He realized how childish the term, 'space pirate,' sounded and laughed foolishly at the dumb joke.
Clarinette nods. "I am." she says, although she looks away. "...although, what good is a pirate without a ship or a crew?" She rubs her eyes with her hand...how many drinks has she had. "My name is Clarinette, former captain of the Vermillion Crimson Red Object, the finest vessel ever to be stolen." Such creative naming on the part of the creator of the ship.
Se steps toward Jack. "And who might you be?" she asks. "You seem awfully short and full of yourself to hang out with the big boys and girls of Traverse Town...don't you know the tales?" Indeed, this bar was reputed to be a notorious hang-out for pirates, bandits and other, assorted scum and villainy...practically a wretched hive of it, too...
Jack shrugged. He honeslty didn't know that this bar existed until a few hours earlier, andhe didn't really pay attention to the people in it. He was on a mission, whose objective he was very close to. Though, he decided to lay off of the drinks, at least for a while.
"Clarinette? And the captain of a pirate ship? Cool. I'm Jack Styx, the, uh... Orphan kid with a grudge against the Heartless," he said. It was the best title he could devise, and he wasn't exactly in the right of mind- not enough to come up with something better, at least.
As a kid, Jack had always wanted to be a pirate. Going around, pillaging, stealing, having a good time. Well, the last time he fantasized about this was at the age of seven. Ah, the good ol' days...
Jack was brought out of his reminiscing by a loud belch, and just before he looked around to find the source, he realized it was him. He blushed. "Sorry about that..."
Clarinette sighs. "...really now?" she asks. "And just what makes YOU so special?" She approaches. "The people who hang out here, as evidenced by my very presence, are the sorts of people who have sordid pasts they'd rather forget, and most likely no future beyond their revenge." How morbid.
Clarinette looks Jack in the eyes. "...but if you think you've got what it takes, then listen up." she says. "I heard talk from some of the locals that there's supposedly a strong Heartless near the third district gate. Nobody's ever seen it, but all the tales talk about the sound of 'moving stone'. If you think you've got what it takes to hang with us, then help me get rid of this pest."
Jack considered it for a moment. If he did this, he'd be in with the seemingly 'tough guys' of Traverse Town. He'd be recognized as one of the best. Running his hands through his hair, he shrugged.
"I suppose it couldn't hurt," he said. As an afterthought, he added, "But I'm not going to be at my best, at least not tonight. You know, with the-" He did a vague drinking motion, miming as though he was holding the neck of a bottle and taking a large swig.
He was starting to realize that drinking wasn't a good idea. He was getting nauseous, and he was developing a headache, despite that fact that it was only around midnight. He'd have to leave soon and sober up. If nothing else, it would prepare him for the battle he was going to inevitably participate in.
Clarinette could only glare. "Look, I'm drunker then you are, and I'm good to go." she says, adjusting her hat a bit. "If you're going to try and be a hero or whatnot, you'll have to be able to take on your foes in any situation, or at least have the tols to cure yourself."
She approaches more. "After all, imagine what'd happen if you got poisoned or something!" she says. "You don't always have the time to pop an Antidote. Sometimes, you'll just have to shrug it off and keep on fighting. Especially when you're facing some of the tougher Heartless types out there." She'd know, having sailed the stars with a fleet...
Jack slowly nodded as she spoke, but was still worried. When he finished, he was silent for a moment. Scratching his neck, he said, "You know, this is really the first time I've ever had alcohol. Although I'm handling it pretty well, I doubt vomiting on a Heartless will kill it. But if you think this will prove my worth...
He let the sentence hang in the air. Hopefully, the doubt in his voice wouldn't be affected by the noise of the bar. And that Clarinette wasn't too drunk to get that he was still unsure. To be honest, he didn't really feel like dying because he was stupid enough to get drunk. He was definitely not ever drinking again. He felt like someone was punching him in both temples simultaneously every second.
Clarinette points at you. "I can see you're struggling with this." she says. "I'll pay for your drinks. Head back home and get some rest, but come back here first thing tomorrow. We'll go see what this 'moving stone' rumour is all about."
The people around Clarinette seemed to be rather impressed with the woman's renewed spirit. One of them helps you up. "Idunno what you did, kiddo, but this is the most fired up I've seen her in ages." he says in a hushed tone. "You better make sure Netty makes it back in one piece, or we'll know where to find you." Netty? Perhaps a nickname...?
