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14th Wave

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[This week on the Barge, an older, somewhat new face is lurking about, obsessively checking a fob watch chained to his pocket and walking awkwardly through the halls. Those who were here in October during the mirror Barge may recognize the man as a disguised Davy Jones, struggling to grow comfortable in his human skin. He still limps carefully, but seems to be enjoying his relative anonymity]

[Private to Sylvanas; Voice]

D'yeh have a moment to spare for an old sailor, m'lady?

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[Well this is a bit of a surprise. They haven't spoken in weeks. She'd been alright with that, because it meant she didn't have to work at pushing him away. Now here he was again. ]

All I have is time, Captain.

[Now that he's finally broken the weeks of long silence, he's at a loss of what to say. Clearing his throat, he waits an awkward beat before grumbling]

Yeh fairing well, I hope? Got out of port fine?

[Oh yeah, she made it out fine, much to get annoyance.]

I'm fine.

[Ah, the age old phrase, that when uttered by a woman, mean the exact opposite of what the words actually mean.]

[Even if Davy wasn't aware of this phrase already, he still would be suspicious due to the Emperor's meddling]

Yeh ain't fine. None of us are.

Then why ask, if you already know the answer?

Thought I was giving you the chance to tell me what was on yer mind. If there was anything to do that was in my power.

There's is nothing on my mind that is new. And unless you can convince the wardens to stop interfering, then no, there's nothing you can do.

[She's saying things that, in the right tone, could be called snappish, but hers is just flat in it's delivery. She's only stating facts.]

[Jones is naturally prickly, but he'll put up with a great deal and more from Sylvanas. He merely makes a noise in the back of his throat that sounds like agreement]

Which wardens would those be?

Zane and Winchester in particular seem to enjoy getting in my way.

[Sometimes literally, Dean.]

Winchester's a bloody nuisance. What's he done? I can dangle him over the side by his ankles, that'd clear his manners up.

[That... almost makes her smile. Almost. ]

He stood in my way at port.

Was he affected or was he being his usual idiotic self?

He fell over, but it did little to change him.

No. That kind of stubborn stupidity is hard to lose.

And Zane?

[Stubborn stupidity is right. He walked in front of a drawn bow. ]

My Warden is tenacious. Like those who came before him, he swears he can "help". He offered me his life.

[She's still a bit offended by that too. ]

His life is not worth anything to yeh. He's a fool too. But mostly a harmless one.

Harmless or not, he's under foot.

[And a little to quick to request her resurrection.]

I can keep him occupied for a time, if yeh'd like some peace.

[Dean is on a step ladder in a level three hallway, working on a light fixture. He's used to people moving around him and most of them don't bother him when he's actively working, though sometimes some will stop to help, so he doesn't immediately look away from his hands, lest the legitimate wiring he's trying to piece back together turns to silly string while his attention is elsewhere.

Then the pliers in his hand slip, rapping his knuckles smartly on the edge, and he swears and steps abruptly down to shake his hand out. When he glances up, he freezes.

It's rare to actually see real fear in Dean Winchester, but it's there now, flashing across his features and settling behind his eyes. It's not for Davy. He recognizes the man immediately, and it claws at the memories and the trauma he has spent months bricking back up and learning to carry with him. But a swift glance around, a surreptitious check of his communicator, shows that they're not back there. No one else is changed. He breathes out and tries to ignore his raised pulse, but doesn't quite get around to smiling or grinning by the time he actually speaks.]

Jones?

[Dean is one of the few people Davy still keeps respect for on the Barge. Not that he'd let the man know it, but he likes to see some people going to work on the Barge: it shows honesty, not this lazy laying about that a lot of wardens do.

He's fully prepared to keep going his own way without looking at the other man when the pliers drop. Turning his head, he accidentally locks eyes with Dean. A beat, as confusion passes over his face when Dean looks fearfully back at him.

Then, it clicks. The darkness and suffering, the pain and death and constant terror, under constant threat of worse to follow. He grimaces, and puts on his usual scowl in order to keep Dean from getting too familiar with him]

Winchester. Afternoon.

[It helps more than Dean is willing to admit, and more than he even realizes. It settles them more firmly in the here and now, not the there and then, and the hunter mercilessly shoves the rest of his reaction back down out of sight. Not out of mind, yet, but he pastes a crooked smirk on and does not completely miss his mark.

He's still just enough off balance, though, that he does not respond with his usual obnoxiously bright cheerfulness.]

Hey. You're uh... what's going on? [Awkward at best, lame at worst; Dean instinctively knows this isn't, necessarily, a bad thing. But he remembers when Sylvanas had so much trouble when she was suddenly alive, and he remembers how much Jones said he hated being who he'd been; he's still unsure of his footing.]

[Jones is thankful for the more subtle, subdued Dean today: He can't hardly stand the obnoxious cheer. It seems fake to him: fake, and untrustworthy. He grunts, holding up the watch by its fob]

Warden's given me a device t'make me look human. Giving it a try before I decide I don't like it and throw it back t'him.

...Don't yeh go looking pale like that, Winchester. This is how I was before I was cursed. It's got nothing to do with that other Barge.

[ Steph is lost in thought while she wanders through the halls. She's got a lot to think about, and the level of focus she's giving it means she only notices the man in the back of her mind and doesn't see him well enough to avoid bumping his shoulder when she passes him. The contact brings her back to the present and she blinks at him. ]

Oh, sorry.

[Jones is equally distracted, and knocks easily into Stephanie, giving her a passing grunt. He reaches out to steady them both, before withdrawing his hand just as quickly. Somehow, it's easier to not be as angry if he's pretending to be someone else]

Yeh be careful, girl. I'll do the same.

[ At least she looks a bit sheepish. She should be paying more attention to her surroundings, but she's trying to instigate some major internal changes and that means she's way off her game.

Not so off her game that she doesn't pause at the sound of his voice, and especially his syntax. She frowns at him. ]

Do I... know you?

[ That can't be Davy Jones. He doesn't have a tentacle beard. But it sure does sound a lot like him. ]

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