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Eight Bells: [Action/Written]

[Luceti, Jack Sparrow now has drapes. They are lovely drapes, made of something like spiderweb silk and dyed a nice, neutral, manlyish color. The furniture and silver are both polished. There is even a new rug on the living room floor. Everything looks very home-ish.

Jack's clothes, on the other hand, are strewn all over the place, and every drop of dairy is badly curdled. Missing is a pair of trousers and Jack's Jolly Roger t-shirt.

Archie Kennedy comes dashing into town from the Cullen House wearing a pair of trousers and a Jolly Roger t-shirt. He'll make his way as quickly as is possible to his own apartment to get dressed properly so no one will suspect he spent the week with Jack--least of all Jack. He can be run into at any point.

After all this is accomplished and he's eaten something at Seventh Heaven that does not include porridge, honey, or cream, he will sit down to write this note.]

May I speak with a tailor in this town?

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[It takes him a second--he wasn't the right man for the job even in his previous career. He could be grateful that no one here saw him lose his control to panic in his first land battle. But he's not a bad lieutenant now at all, so her story strikes home.]

Of course. [He thinks.] Maybe Dawn will have better ideas about what to do. If I can just get the names from everyone who wants to attend, it'll be a start.

[ summers girls. also experts in grieving. they came with such maudlin resumes. ]

Find some musicians. Music always helps.

Right. [A tight but grateful smile at her support.] Thank you.

[ she sips the tea, slowly. not much left to it. ]

No problem. Just -- good luck with it.

[A sigh as he looks up to the ceiling.]

I don't know if I'm qualified because I haven't lost anyone I'm particularly close with yet. I'm not complaining, mind you. But people might talk.

Someone who raises an opinion over that is someone whose opinion you don't want to listen to in the first place.

Very possibly. Though I'd rather be spared any claim that I'm mocking anyone.

I'm not convinced anyone'd try to claim that.

Then I've no excuse, have I?

That's how it sounds.

[ she drains her mug. ]

I'll get started on that, then. Put something out on the journals for a list of names. It'll be something to do when I'm not killing myself with sword practice.

...He's that bad, huh?

[ she means jack's teaching. ]

One move three hundred times a day. I tried it with a twig this week. I hate to think what it'll be like with a sword.

My God. For real? That's...half the Watcher's council isn't even that wacky when it comes to training.

[ maybe this was being too generous to the council, actually. ]

I expect it'll do the trick. I can't sail with him until I've bested him in a fight, so I have incentive.

[ and all buffy had to do was make a wish. ]

Still, it's kinda...regimenty and soulless, that sort of training.

Oh? Training should have a soul?

And imagination.

I have to imagine I know what he's talking about.

[Does that count?]

Jack's techniques are pretty fantastic. [ and this is coming from a girl who simply woke up one morning with most of the techniques naturally in place. ] But don't forget about the emotions that go into a fight. The fuel, not just the physics.

What one fights for?

[This feels so backwards when he thinks about it. He's been fighting for the last nine years, even if he did take an enforced two-year break, and Buffy is a tiny woman. She's still been fighting for longer than he has, and was the only person in her army for most of that time.]

And what you're fighting against. The most perfect technique in the world is just a bunch of memorized moves with the occasional sharp-and-pointy danger. Conviction's the real killer.

I understand that. Trouble is feeling the same way whilst sparring with a friend. If I'm in no danger and neither is anyone I care about, it doesn't concern me as much.

He's tried taunting you, right?

[ because she knows jack sparrow knows about that same trouble. ] But I don't blame you. Not really. I don't like sparring with just anyone for the same reasons.

He's tried making implications about my sister. Who is, by the by, an admirable woman and far too intelligent to fall for his trickery.

I don't...[A sigh.] If I must bring up everything I feel during an actual battle in order to beat him, I can. But I don't want to be bullied into it.

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