In a realm of grey, and black storm clouds... Is a tavern.
It floats, and rolls slowly through the clouds, astonishingly out of place here in Limbo, the realm between realms. But then again those who built it, and reside there from time to time, honestly don't give a damn about any laws of physics, or reason.
On the front is a simple sign proclaiming it the Nether Tavern. Inside you might expect to see furniture tumbling, bottles flying, maybe an angry bartender wondering how she got this job. If so, you're mistaken on all three parts. The furniture of assorted tables sit securely on the floor as it the whole building was on stable ground rather than tumbling through the endless realm between realms. The bottle do not fly, rather they float gently through the air from their shelves when the bartender beckons for them. As for she herself she's rather happy with her job. Why you might ask? Because she was made to feel that way.
Sitting at the end of the bar is a man with long blond hair up in a ponytail. He wears a long black coat left open to show a simple white T Shirt. He also wears black pants, boots, and fingerless gloves. A katana rests sheathed on a cord across his back. His eyes are the color of blood, and so is the drink in his silver wineglass because... Well... It actually is blood.
He frowns in distaste, and runs his finger over the rim, "Perhaps I'm not in the mood for A-Positive after all." As his hand passes over it the liquid turns into sparkling apple cider which he sips with satisfaction.
Suddenly, a female with copper blonde hair and moss green eyes pops up next to him. She wears orange converse, black riped jeans, grey plaid shirt with a black shirt underneth and black leather jacket with orange stripes running up the sides pops up next to him. " Hi Shadus!"
The man smiles, "Ah, hey Star! How have you been?"
The barmaid walks over, "What may I get you to drink m'lady?"
"Uh...Mmmmm...Ummm..." Star taps her chin," I really don't know..."
The barmaid, Miria pulls a bottle off the shelf labeled "Random Good Stuff," and sets it softly in front of Star with a smile.
Shadus laughs, "Nice going Miria! So Star, how's life been in the Sonic Universe?"
"Eh. You know. Some characters died. Some are in the hospital. Some are slowly loseing thier minds. * cough* Cas* cough*"
Shadus sighs, "Yeah... But there's no point beating a dead horse if it won't bitch at you for it." His drink turns into a Tablet, and he scrolls down a list, "Möbius has enough chaos in it to keep it alive for a little while longer. What world shall we poke, and prod next? I have my champion already chosen, Edward Kenway."
"And mines Dean Winchester from Supernatural. "
"Interesting, he's the one who was arguing with the bird right?" Shadus crackles his fingers, "So which world in need should we send these two heroes to? Nothing too high tech, but nothing too overpowered either. Otherwise we might have to get involved ourselves."
He smiles as he sets down the tablet, and pulls a cheeseburger of of thin air, "And you know what I always say, the mark of a good Realm Lord is to interfere as subtly as possible... That applies to Realm Ladies of course too."
"Mmmmm...Well could send them to purgatory..."
Shadus shakes his head, "Nah, it's gotta be someplace that really needs heroes, not a tour guide up to heaven."
"Panam? From the Hunger games?"
Shadus grins, and nods, "Perfect little sister!" He cups the back of her head with a hand, and kisses her temple. Then he tosses his tablet across the room where it transforms into a TV as large as the wall.
"So Star, may I had the honors of sending our heroes on their way?"
In the rolling seas of the Caribbean is a loan ship cutting through the waves. Its name is the Jackdaw, and it's crew are among the most notorious pirates in these parts of the seas. One in particular strikes fear, and awe into the hearts of any sane being.
Edward Kenway, the captain is at the helm, steering the ship towards a popular whaling spot. He glances towards the sky to take his bearings. As he does the sun suddenly flashes, and momentarily blinds him.
"Captain!" A black man looks over, "Are you well?"
"Well as ever Adi," Edwards addresses the man, his first mate. "Take the wheel a bit, while I shake the sun from my eyes."
"Aye captain."
Edward steps aside, rubbing his eyelids. He frowns when he sees an unfamiliar man who looks lost on the deck of the ship. Edward frowns deeper when he notices the newcomer isn't dressed like anyone he's ever seen. "Oi! You there!" Edward points at him as he comes down the steps to the deck.
The man rubs his eyes, looks around, and then chuckles, "Aright ANGEL! This is the lowest trick yet!" He yells at the sky, his vocie is deep as he yells at the sky,"Where's Sammy?!"
"Great," Edward says to himself. "I find me a stowaway looney enough to wander on deck in the middle of the day so he can curse the heavens."
The man continues to yell, "I mean really? You could of at LEAST gave me Baby!" He growls and grits his teeth before sighing, and looking around
"Stranger," Edward calls, loud enough to get his attention. "You look lost. Do you know where you stand at this moment?"
He turns, "Well, from the look of things it's hell."
Edward smirks, "Not far off the mark actually. This here is my vessel, the Jackdaw, and if it's not Hell then she either chases it, or leaves it in her wake... Depending who you ask." He shrugs, and offers a hand, "The name is Captain Kenway, but my friends call me Edward."
He grabs his hand, and shakes it a bit roughly, "Dean Winchester."
Edward glances down, "Strong grip there Mr Winchester, if you don't mind me asking, what is your profession?"
Dean pauses,"...Well..." he smirks and looks up, his eyes flashing completely black, then to the normal green,"...A hunter."
Edward blinks, "I see... Come."
He leads him into the Captain's Quarters, his finger itching to release one of his two hidden blades should he need to, "Are you thirsty friend? Perhaps a spot of rum will put you in better spirits."
"Sure." He says, eyeing the crew
He hands Dean a small cup, and fills it from a bottle, "Can't have a man too out of his wits out here, it'd be the last we'd see of him. Not a bad way to go though." Kenway shrugs, and pours some rum right into his mouth.
As he wipes his mouth he pauses, looking down at the deck, "...You feel that Mate?" He hands Dean the bottle, and looks over the edge of the ship.
Dean grabs the bottle, then peers over the edge slowly
Bubbles start to rise from the water around the ship. Edward calls back, "Are we taking on water?!"
"Nay Captain!"
Suddenly the ship starts to sink, and Edward curses, "Gas from under the water, the sea's swallowing us in!"
Dean steps away from the edge," Okay now I'm kinds glad Babys not here..." he mutters.
Kenway runs for the mast, and grabs a hook. As he kicks a lever he grabs the back of Dean's jacket, letting the hook hoist them to a platform the serves as a Crow's Nest.
Kenway sighs, shaking his head as he watches his ship sink far below his feet, "After all she's been through, this is how she goes down... Oh, thanks Mate." He takes the bottle back from Dean, and takes a hearty drink.
Edward shakes his head, "Never how I pictured meeting my end. Thought I'd end up strung up from the gallows like hundreds of other pirates..."
Dean rolls his eyes,"Yeah, and I always planned on get cut into little bits and feed to hellhounds."
"Would you settle for sharks?"
"Eh. I guess. "
Edward taps his bottle to Dean's cup, "Here's to inglorious bastards like us then."
"Bitch I'm fabulous. " Dean snorts and chugs down the drink, heaving a content sigh.
"Well enjoy for the next thirty seconds," Edward says as water touches his boots. "And I'll see you in Hell for real this time."
