Third Tide Turning ☠ Voice + Action

[lists_to_port]

[rather obnoxious voice]

WE'RE DEVILS WE'RE BLACK SHEEP WE'RE REALLY BAD---

REALLY BAD...

Bugger...

Wait, wait it's...Murphy, how does it go, lad?

[There is the whinny of a very small pony in the background.]

RIGHT! REALLY BAD EGGS! DRINK UP ME HEARTIES YO HO!

I love this song! Avoid the bridges, ducks! Ducks and chickens! Ha! Hahahahahaha

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[Action]

[rideslink]

[As Jack goes about his merry a disembodied giggle can be heard from behind him.]

[Action]

[lists_to_port]

.............................What?

[Jack turns FAST to try to catch said giggler at work, but---no one's there.]

[Action]

[rideslink]

[The giggle can be heard again. It seems... to be coming from his shadow.]

[lists_to_port]

Oh for the............No, no, I didn't drink any Screech today. Didn't suck on any salamanders. Shadows don't talk!

[He is turning around and around, now, trying to examine said shadow.]

[action]

[his_to_taint]

[It's the warning to avoid the bridges that gets Vincent's attention. The voice is slurred, but he recognizes it still: the man who stole brother's precious hat. So he's up to the same tricks as before, with a drunken stupor to aide him. Far be it from Vincent not to take advantage of it, along with his Malnosso-given disguise.

Vincent remembers the bridge he had previously crossed, that day when he found Gil strung up in a tree. So he heads there, looking every bit the bright and innocent girl as the actual owner of this body. Clueless, pure Ada, who wouldn't know a bastard from a noble--quite the contrary, she's fallen in love with a man who is both. But Vincent pushes the thought quickly from his mind as he crosses the bridge, noting the pony sitting there.]

Oh, how cute! [Small animals and women: two of the things Vincent despises most. But for the facade to work, "Ada" must approach the pony, extending a hand to pet it's nose.] How did you get out here?

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[Sparrow is, of course, none the wiser. He holds his ground in the center of the bridge, thoughtful.]

Why is it that young ladies love ponies so? What IS it about a blighted PONY?

[Murphy looks exceedingly smug at the attention and allows her to pet him.]

If you MUST know, my friend Murphy here came out for a bit of a holiday to the village. He gets a bit sick of farm life from time to time. Llamas, you know. Oooooor alpacas. Never certain of that, me.

[his_to_taint]

[Vincent himself has wondered the same thing more than once. Ada herself has a devoted following of cats, each of whom she adores. Regardless, he continues to pet the pony, who seems quite content with the affection.]

Really? I've never been on a farm. I probably wouldn't be able to tell them apart either. But it's good to relax every one in a while.

[She smiles to the masked man who has so kindly provided answers.] Are you showing him around then? That's very kind of you.

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Not-----sorry, darling, but I thought I'd warned all chickens and ducks off of this bridge. You've stumbled smack into the middle of a marauding session. Very sorry.

[He does not smile back. Jack prefers not to involve winsome young lasses in his marauding. Too dangerous.]

I am the Masked Marauder, and this is my partner, the Fuzzy Wonder.

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[thedicearecast]

[...Great.

So Jack's clearly in fine form, and Amelia has no doubt about which bridge he's telling everyone to avoid. The problem is that now Amelia lives on one side of said bridge, with the village on the other, and she's hungry. This leaves her with three choices:

1) Attempt to cook something for herself.

2) Attempt to steal one of Milly's puddings.

3) Cross the bridge to get food in town.

Since Amelia is neither inclined to burn the house down or learn why Wolfwood has warned her to "just don't" when it comes to those puddings, choice three it is. And of course, being who she is, Amelia brings nothing extra or special for the man she knows is waiting on that bridge to no doubt annoy her to no end.]

[action]

[lists_to_port]

[Great. It's Amelia.]

Oh for the............Right. Turn out your pockets, missy, and the pony won't get hurt.

[action]

[thedicearecast]

[Yeah, no. Amelia's not going to do that.]

Hurting small animals is a new low for you. [Amelia puts a hand on her hip, not even bothering to draw a gun at this point.]

[action]

[lists_to_port]

Oi! Shhhhh!

[The pony is now looking indignantly at Amelia.]

He's VERY SENSITIVE about his STATURE, if you take my meaning!

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[toujoursfluer]

[That is obnoxious, and more than a little drunk. She's rather used to the former and understanding about the latter and so will be mostly forgiving at having her reading interrupted.]

Your pitch is off.

[Both in his singing and his walking, too, no doubt.]

Voice

[lists_to_port]

Is it now, darling? Would you like to correct me?

Voice

[toujoursfluer]

I'm not entirely sure if you would like my method of correction.

[just ask Franky]

voice

[lists_to_port]

I believe you might be surprised on that account, Mistress...?

[justicereigns]

[You know who never talks like a pirate? Except that actually he always does. This guy. He's also stalking prowling patrolling on rounds when he comes across a masked figure.]

Little early for Halloween don't you think?

[Why is this disguise working? Quick! Steal his cigars.]

[lists_to_port]

[Why the devil is my disguise working?!

Jack makes an effort to disguise his voice, at least.]

Oh? Yes, my good sir! I am but a humble New Feather, what is very adoring of this here bridge.

[justicereigns]

[Who knows... he'll probably figure it out eventually.]

Oh, really? You need help or something? [Glances at the bridge. Isn't that one where people get their hats stolen?]

[lists_to_port]

[Or their cigars? Jack will try to maneuver as close as possible to Smoker in order to swipe two or three. Will he manage it?]

Aye. I fear I am lost, sir! I need to find this "welcome center" I hear tell about.