001: Discovery; (in which mun took FOREVER to post)

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[ James awakes with a start, lifting his head off the--carpet? that's strange, ships don't usually have carpet--and looking around. He pushes himself to a sitting position, lifts his hand to his forehead to brush the wisps of the powdered-white hair from his wig, his hat gone missing. A quick glance affirms the existence of his hat, only a few feet from his person.

His hand pats his side for the sword holster buckled at his waist, and he breathes a sigh of relief before standing--shakily, but standing nonetheless--and catches sight of himself in the mirror at a small vanity. He looks awful, with disheveled, natural brown hair peeking out from the wig, what he assumes is a carpet burn? on his right cheek, a tear in the sleeve of his overcoat, and he's also missing...a shoe--ah, it's there, just a few feet away from where the hat was. Regardless, he looks in no way fit for the Royal Navy, and so he immediately sets to work on fixing just that. ]

I don't even remember any sort of fighting. Was I captured? But why would I still have my sword?

[ After he has pulled his leggings down from where they'd pushed up on his legs, pulled on the rebellious shoe, straightened his clothes, and tucked every last strand of his hair neatly into his now-combed wig, he looks around the room. It's decorated in rich wood paneling and blue curtains, and--not candles. What are those? Glass lights...but how?--nevertheless, he is utterly and completely confused. ]

I would not hesitate to ask if this is a pirate's trick, but I see no way for that to be possible. Not really gifted in hallucinogens, are they?

[ He mumbles more to himself, but wonders if anybody is nearby.

He walks to the bed on one wall of the room, and atop the pillow, finds a small object that flips open and has a...an animated portrait? ]

Have I gone mad? Am I dead?

[ He decides to try the door, and as he turns the knob and steps out into a bright hallway gingerly, he can't help but wonder if he really underestimated Jack Sparrow's abilities. Was he behind all of this? ]

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[sun_from_the_ashes]

Reborn. [He's going to leave off the part of his usual introduction that involves the Mafia, for now.] I'd hate to see a drunk illusionist; they manage to warp things enough when they're sober. [Although really, he'd expect more that being drunk would destroy their ability to focus enough to USE their powers, but he's leaving that off for now.]

Whoever's behind this must be one powerful person, to manage to keep this together for as long as it's existed. [Sadly, he's not even really trying to be helpful. Although you should probably be glad, you're the kind of person where "helping" might be hard on your sanity.]

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Re...born? Like the act of being reborn? [ Norrington's 18th-century brain can't really process this, so he feigns acceptance and moves along. ] Interesting name. It is a pleasure to meet you.

Yes, of course you're absolutely correct. Whoever is the culprit to all of this certainly is worth applauding for the sheer effort and work this must require. Hm. Perhaps as time passes one might find more information about this place and its purpose.

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[sun_from_the_ashes]

Why thank you. [Whoever said it was his real name? :D ...Granted he hasn't used his birth name in so long that he'd have to think to remember it if he felt like sharing it, and MUN hasn't gotten it out of him yet, either.]

Well, I would hope so; you don't get this many people in one place and expect them all to sit on their hands. [You're starting to remind him of some of the cops he's dealt with. The ones he tended to lead in circles and ditch somewhere weird.]