#ꜰʟᴇꜱʜ ɪꜱ ᴡᴇᴀᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪʀᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ ; ʀɪꜱᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ʀᴇʙᴏʀɴ ✦ flameheart ic

[ashenwinds]

@sillymuses -- requesting an audience with the Pirate King

     Something just tickles at the base of his skull -- one not of human confines recognizing another. Like the scent of those creatures deep beneath the surface so many pirates struggle against. But different.      Odd, to have such a thought when it is outside the confines of the Sea, but a place still with enough magic to keep his curse visible even within the daylight, “ Parading amongst the humans. Now that's new. ”

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     “ You look surprised. . . never seen a pirate before? ”

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     “ If you desire jokes and puns, you will find no better than my kind. . . ” If only his smirk could be shown, “ We have a skele-ton of them. ”

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     sailor @deathsbecome sent a message in a bottle. . .

“You almost killed me, so no, it’s not nice to meet you.” (flameheart. what could go wrong /j)

           ↪ Terrible First Meeting Starters

     A low chuckle resonates from the skull, boney fingers tapping lightly against the arm of the throne the pirate king sits upon. All others who had accompanied her have left the area, leaving only the skeletal lord and his child to greet her.      The words are bold, tickling Flameheart. Always amusing when people are full of gusto when they first are put before the true King of the Seas. Guts that never last long.

     “ I am not one who almost kills people. If I wanted you dead, it would not be almost and you would not be standing in my Reapers' Hideout. ” There is only one that avoids the mark of death when decreed by him, and she is most definitely not that one. In fact, he finds it quite interesting that she was brought here instead of just given a trip to the Ferry.       “ Why don't we find out why my Reapers decided not to kill you and instead brought you here? Then I'll decide if I'll make true with the attempt to kill you. ”

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     “ Aye, but I stopped being a man those years ago when my flesh melted away. ” Manners were hardly something that were considered by crew or Captain. It became more about obtaining what he desired rather than the formalities ; easier to take rather than negotiate.      The skeletal lord steps forward, reducing the distance that lingers between him and her, “ But don't worry, we'll be giving you the upmost hospitality true pirates can give -- be it in the prison or not. ” A chuckle, shifting to give a mocking bow of his head -- a hand pressed against the exposed ribcage, “ As long as you place nice, I won't have to get unfriendly. ”

Yup. They know about the necromancy. Fantastic. Absolutely fantastic.

The young witch grips her broomstick tight, keeping a good distance between herself and her unwelcomed visitors.

"Mother often said a man has no place in a lady's business.... I would politely ask you respect that sentiment..."

She didn't want to fight. Not here. Not so out in the open... but she will if she must. She's got more than enough firepower to do so... at least she hopes.

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     “ Such a spoken about soul that Jones is ; cried about amongst the seas. A foe so many fear to face, but just as easy to take down as any other with flesh. He may be a strong force upon the seas, but he still has a weakness some of us lack. . . a heart. ”

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     sailor @machinafulmen sent a message in a bottle. . .

YOU MAY KISS THE BOAT :D (the burning blade)

     ↪ Recommend romantic candidates for my muses and see their reaction

     “ Well that's taking a whole new meaning of having love for your ship. . . ” Chuckling as he can hear the ranting of Horatio in the background about the idea of kissing a ship and how strange that is even to a passionate shipwright.

     “ Bit hard to kiss a ship as well, considerin' we have no lips! ” What even would be a skellie-kiss?

     “ Closest thing Ol' Horatio will get to kissing in his lifetime! ” They cackle maniacally at the loud 'OI' coming from their shipmate.

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     sailor @lncarnon sent a message in a bottle. . .

you’re sort of confusing me. / from cynder to flameheart

           ↪ Captain is too tired to find this in the prompt tags

     What could be considered strange and fantastical to those unfamiliar with the lands the Pirate King has traveled is something more familiar to him. Fits in with being a walking, fire burning skeletal pirate.      A dragon hardly feels out of place in his mind. Another place found outside the Veil.

     He chuckles at the words spoken, a hand resting against the hilt of his sheathed sword. That is not a new thought ever since he himself has started his own journey beyond the veil of the Sea, to assist his Lords in gathering new information. Those outside the Sea seem to not be acquainted with walking bones cloaked in fire.       “ What exactly is confusing? ” There is amusement in his tone, the telltale of what emotion he would be expressing, “ The skeletal part or the pirate part? ”

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     He chuckles at that, “ A many would disagree with your observation, considering you can never trust the word or actions of a pirate. ”

ashenwinds asked: “  why  are  you  smiling?  ” ( from Flameheart ) ⚔ the princess bride sentence starters ⚔

" oh .. it's nothing , it's just -- it would seem as though you aren't as scary after all. perhaps misunderstood is a better term. "

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     “ If this Halloween is ideal for what is spooky. . . ” The skeletal pirate chuckles, boney fingers brushing through the beard that clings to his skull, “ Then it is the perfect time for us to step in. Show you what a party of the Pirate King can be like! ” Oh, despite their deeds back in the Sea, even his crew of skellies and Reapers enjoy a good party!

open starter -- DLV // non-canon compliant verse

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     “ Care to be thrown, mon petit roi? It is in the fashion of a celebration. ”

     “ Pick me up and we will see if my fires burn your magical bones. . . ”

     “ That's not the response I used to get when I'd slam you into the ground~ ”

     “ . . . . . . ”

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     “ I could very well play nice with Ramsey, but let's face it: my heart wouldn't be in it. . . ” followed by a low snicker.

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     A myth to those not privy to the knowledge of such ancient times -- of a place long forgotten by time, fewer and fewer visitors. Stories from eons ago of haunting visages of death and fire. What many had believed to be nothing more than omens and tall tales to warn those against from sailing too far from what had been mapped out.      But oh, if only people had known the truth. With myths and stories came the things that were tangible -- ancient tomes uncovered with whispers of dark rituals preformed in the past. Ones adjusted to bring back the all consuming raging fire.      It felt like a breath of life, not like what had happened the first time life had been pulled into ancient bones. The old fire burning all within the confines of the ritual to draw enough power to reshape bone, to usher the soul beyond the veil back to the physical coils.      Rising like an omen from the ash and shadows, the fire arcing and slithering to settle within his chest -- eye sockets ablaze as the soul reacquaints with bones.      Skeletal fingers tipped with a tinge of orange red stretch out, reaching before curling around the hilt of the cutlass. His old blade -- for now without the heirloom he had obtained from one of his greatest foes. it can be sought out soon. . .      A deep growled breath slips out, originating from somewhere inside the skull as the jaw opens -- embers slipping out. His words had been spoken as a whisper with no tie, echoing through the empty space.      Now, he could speak freely, grim visage turning to the man that remains. The one to orchestrate the ritual?      The skeletal pirate muses, pulling the cutlass from the ground, “ Every resurrection must have fitting sacrifices. ” Hardly enough to bring him to his full power, but it is a start. He stretches his head back, straightening the spine as the bones creak and rattle against each other, “ I am no mere myth -- but what many wanted to forget. But if you call me a myth, then you know at least something, aye? ”

@ashenwinds sent:

it's all a game now , but once i'm in the world it's lost . ( from Flameheart because yes )

↪ 𝑹𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ; ᵀᴼ ᴮᴱ ᴿᴱᴮᴼᴿᴺ . ( a collection of lyric starters from ᵐᵉˡᵃᶰᶤᵉ ᵐᵃʳᵗᶤᶰᵉᶻ'ˢ 2023 album , 𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔰 . adjust phrasing as necessary . )

BLACK BOOTS CRUNCH INCINERATED BONE. The warehouse floor is littered with the shards of bleached marrow, and Albert stalks forward, minding the larger piles of dust and debris. Evidence of candle wax, some sand and seashells, and a carnelian stone scatter among the bone shards, and it is only when the tyrant steps back that he can see a rough outline of a skull. It smells of burnt flesh, singed hair, and decay, of the salt of the sea...

Scorch marks somehow darken the cement, leading to a curious object that seems to shine in the almost-lightless expanse. A cutlass, sticking into the flooring, is surrounded by a moving arc of flame, and then he finally notices that there is something up and moving. Uroboros shifts inside of him, slow, gathers into his palms beneath his gloves, and he shifts into a defensive stance.

Orange-gold eyes flicker to stare into the face of a skeleton. With embers blazing in the sockets - must be the being's eyes. The same flame seems to animate the creature, and Wesker tilts his head. Though his lenses reflect no emotion but the skellie's own appearance, there is a slight curiosity found in how he regards the other.

"Is that so? Hm. I thought you were a myth - then again, so did these pitiless fools."

He kicks at the dust and bone -

"Is it you who killed them, or did the ritual?" Logical to assume the impossible when no other facts remained.

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     “ Were you ever going to tell me you had a child, mon petit roi? ”

     “ It was hardly a point to be spoken of at the time, mi reina. ”

     “ And I suspect the Servant knows nothing of the things between us? ”

     “ Aye. Best it remain that way. We always said it would never become personal. ”

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Just staring. . . ominously.

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     @aslyfcx -- welcome to the hospitality of pirates

     They had become accustomed to the desperate actions of those who dared try to cross swords with themself or their King -- the scrambling or the tough words to try to stuff down the fear. Even the bravest of souls would crumble against a towering foe such as themself.      Still, it does not stop the amusement that tickles their humerus when somebody tries their luck.

     “ Come out, come out~ there's no use in hiding. . . ” The Warden hisses, a few skellie minions slinking about, looking for the intruder, “ Make it easier on yourself and show your face before I burn every inch of this place! ”