Harlock's Palace - The Endless Orbit of Loneliness Deux

[freearcadia]

Who: Yor, Nikkolaus
When
What: Palace time
Content Warnings: same as the first.

In the same ruin-filled wasteland, Yor and Nikkolaus would find themselves some distance away from where the other group had landed, the darkness that momentarily blinded and tried to choke them them receding.

The featureless void is not so featureless now, as the dimmest of stars struggle to make themselves known, still and not twinkling as stars should - the spaceship Arcadia hovering, unmoving on the northernmost horizon.

The winds still howled, alternating between the blistering heat and arctic chill, carrying a faint melody in the air from the east and a vague shape surrounded by a localized sandstorm, and low groans from the west with what looks to be a withered tree in the distance.

The ground shakes as the Arcadia fires - debris and dust flying up as it attacked something too far away to see - hopefully no one got hurt.

Comments

[badsunrising]

[Does not like that... But also doesn't like the thought of Yor getting jumped.

Growls under his breath]

Tch, fine!

[Also grappling his way up the tree to help free the corpse]

[briarliar]

[ together they can do it! Yor tries untangling the cable then, one hand trying to find the scruff of the corpse so it doesn't just fall to the ground. as she leans down to ease the body from where it was swaying in the wind, she whispers: ]

Please be careful, Mr. Nikkolaus. I think we're being watched...

[badsunrising]

That goes without saying. Focus on untangling them with both hands. I'll make sure they don't fall.

[freearcadia]

[With their combined effort the body barely avoid crashing to the ground with a sound not unlike the clattering of bones despite the form being intact and landing on his feet.

A low groan from the body was slowly followed by a streak of oaths that flawlessly switches from English to German (all equally intelligible thanks to the palace's nature) that's strong enough to peel off the wallpaper in a sailor's room in a voice Yor would find familiar as he tries to yank the cable off from around his neck]

-What did that goddamn son of a bitch think he was doing givin' me a hemp necktie...

[He stops, seeing the two in the tree, pale yellow eyes glinting from under the shade of his hat, hands warily reaching for revolvers on his hip]

Who the blazes are you two?

[briarliar]

W-we were trying to rescue you! Or at least find a respectful place to put you down...

[ her face is confused, wondering if she should ask if he's Harlock, or a version of it, since he clearly doesn't know them. ]

Are you okay? I'm sorry if the landing was a little rough...

[badsunrising]

[How is this guy not dead? Also still on edge about that being watched thing...]

Are you Harlock?

[freearcadia]

[At their answers, he moves his hands from the weapons, gasping for air as the cable finally falls]

Usually don't mind being roughly handled by a pretty thing...

Yeah, I'm Harlock - but not the one you're here for.

[He tips his hat back, showing a scar on each cheek, both eyes having that faint yellow cast over hazel eyes, which like Nikkolaus is searching their surroundings]

Franklin Harlock Jr. I'm whatyacall an ancestral memory.

[briarliar]

[ Yor is going to not so casually remove her hand at that comment and take a step back. ]

So you're Mr. Harlock's great, great...great...?

[ how far back should she go? ]

[badsunrising]

[I have no idea what's even going on right now]

Do you know what's watching us? Why were you strung up like that?

[freearcadia]

[Only Leiji Matsumoto truly knows what is going on with this family]

Let's say it's an extremely long time ago.

See that flying ship up there? It changed itself real quick-like, didn't look so damn creepy before, and started leveling the whole place down. Got strung up by one it's cables. If y'all didn't come around, might've been gone for good.

Think we're being watched by nightmares - we Harlocks ain't stranger to havin' 'em.

[briarliar]

Nightmares? Do you mean things like monsters under the bed? Or being late for a test you didn't study for?!

[badsunrising]

[Eyes darken at "nightmares"]

There's things much worse than that.

[Back to Franklin:]

What happened to the ship? And what do these nightmares look like?

[freearcadia]

[He gave a sharp barking laugh at Yor's question, before grimly nodding at Nikkolaus]

It went black and changed shape, only the Sterncastle's really the same - there's where the Captain's Quarters is usually located by-the-by - think somebody hijacked it. Only thing it didn't try to level is that vault eastward yonder and the-

[As he explains, disembodied, mocking giggles fill the air]

Well - you'll get to see 'em real soon, be ready.

[briarliar]

Who would hijack a pirate's ship? Isn't that a little...?

[ like trying to hijack a hijacker? ]

It didn't destroy this tree either. Is there anything else that's here we might be able to use?

[badsunrising]

Sounds like the Sterncastle is what we're looking for. How do we access the ship?

[Hand reflexively goes the amulet on his neck as the giggles sound]

[freearcadia]

[The sands shifts as dozens strange figures rose up looking rather like tree-shaped people, shambling towards the group - the giggling only getting louder and more cacophonic]

Can either of you shoot a gun? if not - y'all can dig, there should be some weapons buried here.

[briarliar]

[ a brief dismayed look at Nikkolaus suggests that, no, Yor is not very gun savvy. but she kneels down at puts her hand into the sand just in case. ]

Can't we talk to them? I...m-maybe being possessed by a tree means they won't see me as a threat?

[badsunrising]

I don't use guns.

[Instead he rips off his necklace, which instantly manifests a bastard sword that glows orange-yellow with power

He holds it at bay though, upon hearing Yor's reaction]

What do you mean talk to them? They're nightmares. You can't reason with a nightmare.

[briarliar]

Sometimes you can. If someone's afraid of something in the dark, you come back with light to show them there's nothing there. And if we have a nightmare about walking tree monsters...t-then it's already pretty unreasonable! Why is asking someone possessed by a tree to try talking to them any sillier?

[freearcadia]

You're welcome to try - don't think it'll do you much good.

[And that seems to be the only reason he hasn't fired the pistols he unholstered]

These are 'em plant-people that's tryin' to take over Earth, don't think they care much for people.

[badsunrising]

[ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?]

[briarliar]

[ ...oh great they're not even normal plant people, they're fascist colonizer plant people. well, Yor said she would try it so she takes a few steps forward. ]

U-um! Hello! We aren't here to fight you! We only want to find our friend or, um, future friend because Mr. Nikkolaus hasn't met him yet...

The point is we would like to pass by peacefully! S-so would you grant us that courtesy from one tree to another?

[ this is a bad time to point out that Yor has never in any capacity managed to converse with her possession. ]

[badsunrising]

[Excuse you, I did not sign up for future friendship!

Also, wow you are bad at this.

Going to maybe tighten grip on sword at his side. You know, just in case.]

[freearcadia]

[There's a momentary pause, as if the horde of seem confounded by Yor's address - or rather expecting something, before they lunge towards the group with shrieks.

Franklin immediately starts shooting - each one he hits bursts into flames with an eerie high-pitched keen]

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[briarliar]

[ I was really hoping that would work! ]