( Private to the dieites//voicepost )

[voicepost]

*the sound of chains clinking a bit, someone shifting in their sleep--a small, still-asleep-nice-and-warm-do-not-want-to-get-up-yet noise*

[ooc: O hay thar James Norrington. I guess Gilly's a bit of a cuddler when he's asleep, cause he's totally all cuddled up to your side right now. :3]

Ah--what is...? What's that smell? Not that it doesn't smell nice, but--ah--woah. What is...? What is this stuff...I feel dizzy, perhaps I should lay do--oh! Ginger, I'm sorry, I didn't s-see you th--ohh, my head....

[ooc: hit by this.]

Erm....

Cróga. That's my name. And as I said, I'm you daemon. Your physical soul

So...my soul is a fox whose name means "brave" in Gaelic?

Now you got it!

...what about Ginger?

...what does the cat have to do with anything?

Well, er, you're not going to eat her or anything, are y--

Of course not! That's preposterous!Well, sorry, I just ( Read more... )

That curse was utter foolishness. I should hope it never happens again.

James, be sure to not give Ginger too much when you feed her...I think she's getting fat.

...it seems another curse is upon us.

I think I might be mildly affected...

[ooc: he's actually not, but he's blaming it on being affected. xD]

A war here? I wonder what the point would is, when no one can truely die and in the end, everything is controled by dieties...?

What the...

...watermelon?

Ack! Ginger! Cut that out!

[ooc: watermelon sorbet ftw :D]

( private to Norrington )

...I don't ever remember it getting this hot in Port Royal.

My uniform has become most stifling.

On the lighter side, the ballet was stunning. Thank you very much for performing for us.