Madam Mim
One Big Modern Mess
- Joined
- May 30, 2013
Anne Marie cursed softly under her breath. "We will return tomorrow then," she sighed. "Perhaps I will be able to get more out of him, such as his motives and how to break the curse."
"Blood," Jackie shrugged.
Anne Marie blinked. "I beg your pardon?"
"You break the curse with blood," she said as though it were obvious. She looked to Alice. "You said it was a stone chest full of gold coins right?" Upon confirmation she nodded as though she had expected it. "Imma have ta really rethink all these Captain Jack Sparrow stories," she muttered, shaking her head and slouching. She spat, then sniffed, then looked at the others. "If the stories my daddy told me are true, and I'm gonna hafta assume they are, y'gotta break the curse with blood. Everyone what took a coin's gotta put his blood over at least one'a the coins and put 'em all back in the chest."
"But there must be a hundred workers on that ranch," Anne Marie said. "And surely not all of them will want to give up immorality, Faustian as it is."
Jackie spat again into the dust. "Yup."
"Merde. So we will them?"
She shrugged. "Or the next best thing. I'm more concerned about gettin' all that blood into Beckett's bedroom without him noticing."
Anne Marie sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "And you are certain it has to be blood?"
Jackie nodded. "Done by blood, by blood undone. That's what the story goes."
"Blood," Jackie shrugged.
Anne Marie blinked. "I beg your pardon?"
"You break the curse with blood," she said as though it were obvious. She looked to Alice. "You said it was a stone chest full of gold coins right?" Upon confirmation she nodded as though she had expected it. "Imma have ta really rethink all these Captain Jack Sparrow stories," she muttered, shaking her head and slouching. She spat, then sniffed, then looked at the others. "If the stories my daddy told me are true, and I'm gonna hafta assume they are, y'gotta break the curse with blood. Everyone what took a coin's gotta put his blood over at least one'a the coins and put 'em all back in the chest."
"But there must be a hundred workers on that ranch," Anne Marie said. "And surely not all of them will want to give up immorality, Faustian as it is."
Jackie spat again into the dust. "Yup."
"Merde. So we will them?"
She shrugged. "Or the next best thing. I'm more concerned about gettin' all that blood into Beckett's bedroom without him noticing."
Anne Marie sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "And you are certain it has to be blood?"
Jackie nodded. "Done by blood, by blood undone. That's what the story goes."