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All Spades, Straw Hats, and those invited, we need a full crew meeting immediately, off the ships.

To all other crews, my name is Marco. Do not touch a certain fireball named Ace. If you can avoid him, please do, but consider him extremely temperamental and volatile. That is not a challenge, it's a warning. He's not in his usual state of mind, and if confronted, he will try to kill you. And if you lay a hand on my baby brother, I'll kill you. So just leave him alone, and if you need help dealing with him, contact me here.

Are any other crew's members acting out of sorts?

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[FINE BE THAT WAY.]

[He's gonna kick the door in if it doesn't open easily.]

[You might wanna move yo.]

[Privacy?]

[On a pirate ship?]

[Plz.]

[seriously, he likes this door. If this is about the claw marks in the wall on his way in here, he'll... patch that over some day. But he can smell you out there, turkey. Smell you hovering around and it's bothering him.]

[He growled, hands pulling at his hair. He wanted to close his eyes and hear Jean. He didn't want to hear her either.]

[He let out another growled huff of air, moving as he spoke loud enough] I can hear you breathing out there. Give me a god damn minute, bub.

[he moved to stand, clearly not going to get a calm moment at all. She was keeping him sane. Which was new, really, as she pushed the other way normally. He needed to keep that sanity. She was all he had wanted at some point... and he wanted to hear her again.]

Damn it...

Look, there's something on the ship. Infected Ace, might be affecting others. Are you seeing anything weird?

[FINE HE WILL LEAVE YOUR DOOR IN TACT. It can be the wall between your Pyramus & Thisbe act. Thisbe is Thatch by the way because he's an idiot.]

[as long as Thatch is the girl, that's all that matters here, bub.]

[But seriously, he flexed his hands a few more times, shaking the hand a bit to shake off the pain of the claws retracting. The healing of his skin was slow, which ticked him off more and felt good in a horrible way.]

[But he moved to the door. Lara picked this space out, as small as it was, for reasons. How he ended up in here he didn't know, it was a god damn closet and he was fine with the deck, though now? Now he was glad to be able to hide somewhere. Fuck...seeing things?]

[He pulled the door open, glaring out at the other one.]

Ain't seeing shit, bub. Other then some hubbub over on the moon a moment ago. [he grouched darkly, lip curled as he looked on to Marco.] What do ya need? [if he gets off this ship he's wandering off damn it...]

Ace is gone.

[Marco says it as bluntly as possible to gauge Logan's reaction. Logan reminds him of Fossa, but that doesn't mean unemotional or only tough. It means a burly reputation, a cigars and fire-sword sharp attitude, and fifty times burned, fifty times shy guard. Still didn't mean there wasn't loyalty there. A few months wasn't much, but enough that Marco should be able to get some discernible reaction from it. Even if it was a stony silence.]

[Logan tended to... BE a loyal kind, which got him in all kinds of trouble, and was something he tried so hard NOT to appear to be. He always took off, after all. But... as much as Chuck annoyed the shit out of him, he'd have returned to the Professor if he were alive to ask.]

[That was extending to Ace and his crew a bit faster then he was comfortable with. Not like he could stop it, but it was a fact, for HIM, that yeah... he was a bit attached. They were like children that burrowed into his chest.]

[And yet right now he was trying so hard to ignore the music, the voice, or the bickering in his head. He growled as he heard that Ace was gone and was silent for a moment. He flexed his hand at his side, dark eyes staring at Marco still.]

Is that what happened. [He grumbled out, hands flexing still, more then he normally would. He rolled his head, feeling it crack, as he tried to speak calmly.] We goin' lookin' for him?

[Marco relaxed almost instantly, oblivious to Logan's internal struggles. That was the right answer so far as we concerned.] Aye. Maybe. First I have to talk his little brother into doing his job, and I have to make sure these ships are cleared so the infection doesn't spread. I'm not sure if Ace is contagious, but picking a fight with his nakama isn't like him at all, and he nearly tried to kill me, so I want to make sure, whatever happened to him can't spread.

[yeah, the good thing (or bad, really) about Logan and his moods is that at the moment he didn't seem that far out of his norm. At least for someone who wasn't a morning person.]

[Good answer or not, he was still annoyed about having to leave at the moment. Jean kept telling him to isolate himself. Let himself go so he could be with her. Run away. Get away. This was... as away as he was going to do right now, but now he had to step out with the others.]

Got it. Get off the damn ship with the others. [he said, flexing his hand. He wanted to strangle the guy, which was new actually. Jesus, he was getting off this ship and taking off, that was what he was going to do.]

[Marco backs up. He can recognize killer intent with the best of them, and he knows what set Ace off.]

You're already infected aren't you?

[It takes a lot to scare Marco, but the sudden mental image of Logan tearing through the groups is enough. He braces with blue flames, unwilling to truly distrust any nakama.]

Logan, wait. Talk to me, what's going on?

[He started to move past with the intent to head up to deck. A glare at the other when he said that though.]

Don't know what you're talkin' 'bout, bub. You want me off the damn ship, I'm gettin' off. There's nothing to talk about beyond that.

[He lets out a small sigh.]

[He can't tell, but he's definitely keeping a close watch. And he's suppressing his entire fear about Blackbeard and the poison affecting his family.]

Right...

Thanks, eh.

[he stared at him for a moment longer. Something said he could drop claw and take his head off, of fix that hair for him. Something also said he needed to let go.]

[Instead he grunted his reply, what ever that might be, and made for the deck, stalking, one could say. Unless Marco needs more, he's out. His path? The deck, the dock, and then away, NOT going to the meeting, sorry.]

[If Logan is infected, Marco is pretty much glad of the wandering off alone. He should still have the vivre card for later, so at worst, they'll wait for him to come back or hunt him down when things are more stable.]

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