Walking Wounded (Open)

[Weegee Virotelli]

"So, here I am. On some other shore. Rather interesting way to arrive, that's for sure."

The man, rather lithe and somewhat lanky in build was laying on the beach, a small pool of blood coalescing around his form. He had been shot, by some poor sap who was terrified of spiders, and while trying to walk it off like a normal wound, found himself falling onto his back here on the beach.

"Well, aside from having met a few nice people, I get shot and probably will die here on this beach. Huh. Really didn't think becoming a renegade or whatever I am out very well, did I?"

He laughed, his right eye closing in a wince as the chuckle caused the pain to wash over him.

"Well, its much better than what would have happened. Hmm, a life of being hunted seems to be a rather common thing anymore. I left one only to technically join another. But is it so bad to be hunted? Being prey rather than predator? I wonder what happens if I die? Do I go to some other world? Or haunting the world like some ghost? I can't wait to find out."

[Oberon D Danann]

"Here we are. Born to be kings.
We're the princes of the universe.
Here we belong. Fighting to survive.
In a world with the darkest powers~"

The fairy prince sang, his opening number "Princes of the Universe" was a major hit on most islands. Few truly had the pleasure of hearing it live, though, as the chap in front of Oberon was getting the chance. Though, to be honest, the fellow most likely didn't even know where the music was coming from, short as Oberon was. this would surely be a problem with their communication, though a musician never really has a hard time finding those willing to make the effort to listen.

He looked up at the human, no doubt there was going to be some issues getting his attention if he didn't already notice him. Not only that, the guy was talking about philosophical stuff, like an afterlife and shit. How does a near-immortal even grasp the necessity of such a thing? Does death really mean anything when you live much longer than everything else in the world? Oh well, silly question deserved silly answers, and if this human was going to keep asking them, Oberon was obligated to answer in kind.

No reason to keep on being unnoticed. Oberon tugged on the human's pant leg, hoping he would pick Oberon up so they could have a conversation at eye level.

[Weegee Virotelli]

His mindless pattering of the menageries and theories of life were interrupted by a small tug on his pants leg. Looking down he would see a rather interesting curiosity, a small humanoid down by his leg, who may have even been the source of the music he had heard just a few moments before the tug.


"Well, might I be a dying spiderling, but I do believe my eyes are holding true, that this may indeed be a bolt from the blue, in the form of a tiny Faerie-folk. What perchance has brought your humble self to view my dessicated state oh noble winged man?"

As he spoke, he would reach down to his leg, his eye closing from the slowly subsiding pain to offer the faerie a ride up to a more visible position.

"Or have you come to speak of sea and stars to which all sea-faring folk do hold dear now?"

[Oberon D Danann]

"Any way the wind blows doesn't really mater to me~ To~ Me~" Oberon sang in response. As he did so, he hopped onto the gentleman's hand and bowed, removing his hat as he did so. Oberon tightened his guitar's straps and secured it to his back, making sure it didn't drag on the ground, er, hand and thereby get damage.

"The time has come," the fairy said, "to talk of many things:
Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages--and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And whether pigs have wings."

Oberon was, of course, quoting a story he'd read some time ago and seen in a comedy skit some time more recently. Was it at Loguetown? Or was it in Alabasta? No, it oculdn't have been Alabasta, that was when the women chased him off the island. Or was that when he visited the Kuja? Oh well, there was no way he could figure it out.

[Weegee Virotelli]

Weegee chuckled as he watched the little fairie in his palm. Such a way of speech was welcomed to his ears, the kind of prattle he was used to with his sister, the only one who didn't want to kill him that is.

"Ah, but of the shoes upon the ship, which keep the fastest hold? For if they were sealed in wax a sailor of their worth would tie himself to the mast and praise himself a king of ideas. For they would fear their slip into the deadly sea for which the pigs avoid for their lack of wings. Of course, perhaps a pig who could fly would say to his brothers that he was more akin to bird than pork?"

Of course, none of his prattle made any sense, or normally wouldn't. People who could read between the lines however, might have been able to understand some of what he had said, since using his twinge of royal insanity to disguise what he was saying was a trick all of the Spawn of the Lishling Kings and Queens had to learn.

If Oberon could do it, he would understand that Weegee was saying that 'A sailor who knows his salt would keep his shoes ready to sail, for slipping into the sea is often a deadly task. For when even a king gets transported he knows better than to let himself slip upon a deck and would rather stay restrained by a hold of some fashion. And though, yes pigs cannot fly, they cannot for a good reason, the sea below is harsh and the skies with them all the harsher, in such a fashion that only the hardy among birds might brave the travels by themselves.'