SECOND ANNUAL TALK LIKE A PIRATE DAY! (Open RP)

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Crowley awoke, not in his comfortable bed inside Club 33, but disoriented and hung over on a bench in front of the castle, an empty bottle of rum still clutched in one hand, mouth fuzzy, and head pounding.

"Ngk."

He brought up the other hand to guard his bleary, uncovered eyes from the glaring sun. It took him a moment to realize that there was a great deal more frilly sleeve around his wrist than there should be. After a perfectly still moment, Crowley ever so cautiously moved his hand down slightly to discover a mustache and double braided beard.

"Bugger."

It wasn't what he meant to say.

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[no1likeher.livejournal.com]

Pippi doesn't think she's ever heard of a Kuchiki Rukia in any of the seven seas, but it's rude to challenge such statements and this gal seems nice.

"Nice to meetcha Kuchiki!" she said bobbing a curtsy.

As she did so, a small monkey in a pink sweater jumped up onto her head.

"Oh! I'm sorry Mr. Neilson! This is Mr. Neilson, he's a monkey you see."

[kuchiki.livejournal.com]

Rukia smiles and curtsies in return, when Pippi does the same to her. Although she's surprised and flattered by the girl's apparent formality (it never occurs to her that Pippi might not understand Japanese naming order), she still corrects her politely. "Arr, matey," she says, "you can be callin' me 'Rukia'. I don't mind."

Rukia's eyes lit up at the sight of the money. "Well, ain't that just a sight for sore eyes? Ahoy there, Mr. Neilson!"

[no1likeher.livejournal.com]

In her many travels she might have, but she hasn't made the connection.

Besides, 'Kuchiki' is a very cute sounding word.

Mr. Neilson straitens up and does a smart little bow.

"Eep eep!"