maskormenace | 1st hunt

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[The video starts a bit awkwardly, with the shakycam and fumbling of someone who isn't very practiced at the art of video chatting. A late-20-something woman's face is up close, clearly trying to figure out "how does I tech". After some fumbling, the camera stills and she sits back, looking a bit awkward.]

Okay. So, I guess this is what people do here. Calling the Internet using cameras.

[She looks too young and modern to be so fail at technology.]

Anyway- hi. I'm new.

Let's just say I didn't go to the, um, shitshow today- Thank God... Let's say I'm not gonna register. Don't wanna put on tights and fight crime, or whatever.

What're my options? Learn to knit? [There are at least three (3) guns visible in the video. She does not look like a knitter.] Start a [air quotes] "blog"?

I can't exactly do what I did back home- no monsters to hunt. No day job to go back to.

I kinda don't know what to do with myself.

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[That earns an eyebrow quirk, and a filter. This is Serious Business, sir.]

Your soul? You sold your soul to a demon for- for a ship?

[She looks perplexed and a wee bit horrified. A demon. It's not a fate she'd wish upon her worst enemy. Well- her worst non-demon enemy.]

[Mary's sudden interest in his words doesn't go unnoticed but Jack hesitates to say anything further. He lingers in his drunkenness for a moment, his throat suddenly feeling parched all of a sudden and his tongue dry. Jack already killed Davy Jones and escaped the Locker. There's not anything that dead man can do to him. The Flying Dutchman has a new captain and all is relatively well.

If that be indeed true, then why does Jack feel like he forgotten something? As if he left loose ties untied? He sips his rum a little slower now as he contemplates.

This is a queer discussion but he already said too much to stop now.]

Not just any ship, my ship.

[He gives Mary a steely glare as if daring her to call him foolish.]

Lemme ask you something, luv. What ye know of Davy Jones?

Something about a locker.

Listen, selling your soul is never worth it. I know- I know demons make good offers, but... it's never worth it.

[She looks way too sincere to not be speaking from experience.]

You know more than any of the blokes here, that I can assure you.

[Jack kicks up his heels upon the table and leans back. He might as well get comfortable, no? This is looking like a lengthy discussion ahead of him. The pirate might be slightly inebriated now but he seems lucid still.]

I should've known better but I always been a problematic lad. [He states with an oddly rehearsed chuckle. The smile upon his sun beaten face doesn't quite reach his world weary eyes.] Too quick to leap without worrying about the plunge.

Davy Jones is a "devil" of a man, a monster the Brethren Court once summoned in ages past to fend against other devils just like him. I thought I could cheat the bastard and kill him once my thirteen years were up.

[His smile fades completely replaced by a near vacant stare.]

Oh, but my tricks caught up with me. That they did...tenfold. You know of demons well, don't you?

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[Brethren Court sounds like some kind of old-timey witch cult, or something, especially with the talk of summoning demons. Getting demons to fight other demons- maybe they bound him with a spell. Who knows. Mary wonders if he comes from the same world as her, just a few centuries behind.

Thirteen years is a bit odd, though. But the forced smile, the hollow stare- they ring of the bravado of doomed men. His story feels true.]

Yes. I do.

One of them- never mind.

You went to Hell, didn't you? All the legends end the same way. Your time is up, the Hellhounds come for you, and they drag your soul to the pit for an eternity of torture.

[Think less "witches" and more "pirates" and Mary got the right idea. They definitely have the makings of a lawless cult and hide themsleves within Shipwreck Cove whenever court is in session. Jack recreated his Piece of Eight too. It's the human bone upon the top of his bandana with the many Oriental beads and rings.

He's a pirate-lord after all.]

That I did or rather I ended up in a place quite similair to hell itself. There was no Hellhounds but there was certainly a bastard of a beast that dragged me down to the murky depths.

[A ghost of a smile forms upon his lips.]

It crunched my bones and tore up my flesh.

[Mary cocks her head. Hm. That doesn't sound like any crossroads deal she's ever heard of, but... the world is a strange place. Perhaps in the age of exploration, demons had different beasts that were more suited to the seafaring world.

That last sentence makes her grimace.]
I'm sorry.

But- what about Hell? Do you remember what they did to you?

[Softly, in the manner of speaking to a trauma survivor.]

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