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[He's going to regret this later, but there's a bunch of excitedly high-pitched chirps like a bird singing a love song.]

[That's okay. It matches the background sounds.]

[But FAR more embarrassing is the scribbles he makes into the journal:]

[So someone has a case of Spring Fever. Or maybe just a fever.]

[And then in big bold colorful levels Marco makes sure to add:]

FREE FLOWER CROWNS FOR EVERYONE WHO SIGNS UP NOW.

[Yeah. He's kind of lost it.]

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[He gives him a soft grin.] That's exactly the right perspective, eh.

Thatch and Ace both only have this world right now, although Chandra says she'll take them traveling with her through the planes. [He's jealous about that... suddenly. He wants to go. Duty to the rest of his family in his time or not. Is it possible to split? Well hell, Chandra can summon phoenixes, why not him as well?]

Either way, you're in good company.

This place is strange and defies all logic. I suppose I can't really argue logic anymore considering everything I've seen and experienced though.

[A small laugh.] We used to hear that all the time in just my part of the ocean back home.

I'm not the kind of person who believed in anything like that. Part of that is my parent's doing, but mostly I'm a rational thinking person. Usually. A few months really just turned everything on its head.

That's the nice fucked up part of being a phoenix. [He relaxes against the wall with his arms behind his head.] Even as a logical pragmatic thinker, I'm still automatically an impossible mythical thing.

It makes me open-minded.

I suppose. I don't really know anything about phoenixes either. There are a lot of things, especially in this world that I don't understand and I don't know if I ever will.

[This is good. At this point he's feeling a lot more on an even keel. Marco's idea was brilliant. He might be able to suffer through the rest of their time at the island and hopefully, never return.]

Sometimes understanding is overrated, eh.

Yeah.

[He's quiet for a few moments, gathering his thoughts mostly. He was supposed to be telling Marco stories from his home, so he tries to come up with another that's really not as depressing.]

I'm not sure I have any more good stories. Most of my stories are pretty, well, you know. [He waves his hand.]

[A random thought occurs to him, one of the conversations of note he had with Riku comes to mind.]

What do you call the language you're speaking, Marco?

Right now?

Yeah, right now.

[He sits up a bit, looking at him curiously.]

Riku and I talked about this once and it was really interesting. I really should ask more people.

Human.

[Hand to forehead.] Ah, and not Wano Island dialect I guess.

Why?

Humans have a wide variety of languages. Riku for example speaks English, whereas I speak Japanese.

What I see in my journal is probably vastly different then yours. I could show you, there's a way to override it, if you try. Riku seemed surprised at the time. It's just something I thought of one day.

I can speak English, but not terribly well. It's more conversational than anything, but we understand each other all fine.

[A head tilt and he starts whistling in phoenix.]

Wait so then does this make any sense to you?

[In theory it should, but Marco's whistling has always sounded like whistling to him.]

I don't know what that is.

[He pulls out his journal and lays it out in front of Marco to the end of where they stopped talking there. To Marco it probably looks normal but he pulls out his pen and just by willing it, he signs his name in Japanese.]

結城夏野

That's my name. That's what it looks like when I sign anything.

[SUPER HEAD TILT.]

It looks like Wano dialect, but I'm not proficient.

[Runs his quill over the back of his neck again.] I wonder how that works, yoi.

Everything in my journal looks like that to me. I was wondering that too actually. It's a bit of a mystery. Is it a type of magic of some kind? What other things can they do with it, because I guarantee someone who can affect this many people with a translation spell of some sort can do more then that.

But will can completely override the translation. [Natsuno pushes it aside to demonstrate.]

You can cast it off. Why do we come back from the dead here?

[Maybe he's overthinking things again.]

Interdimensional time-space quirks?

I don't know. Seems important. I would like to know how the translation works, but I'm not interested in asking on the journal. You know the post I mean? I don't trust them.

The journals?

Well, it's probably related. [He focuses his eyes in thought.]

Have you noticed though... half of the people here from other worlds are either incompetent and inexperienced at sailing...

Or the rest are like me, and have very little reason to go home.

I mean the one that comes and gives us the weather. I don't trust a single thing they say, they talk in circles and it just annoys me. I haven't spoken to them since soon after I got here. I doubt I'll change my assessment anytime soon.

[He nods a little bit.]

Most of this crew was inexperienced at sailing too. [Including himself.]

I'm trying to understand the underlying motivations. Bringing people here to run a mission for you, but there's no guarantee they will, and on top of that no penalty if you don't. We're not exactly chasing after shards. You'd think someone with that kind of power would keep tabs on people. That's why I suspect this person so much.

There's no guarantee that we'd go home if we complete the task, in fact, I daresay it's less likely that we'd be returned home once our purpose has been used up.

[He taps the quill to his chin and nods.] That would explain a lot actually.

Ah, sorry, I let my mind run away from me again. I know the people on the journals seem to like them.

[He hums a bit.]

Well this is why Tohru would tease me for studying so much.

[Ruffles Natsuno's hair again.] You've got a good head on your shoulders, eh.

Not many do.

When I'm not completely messed up, I'd agree with you.

[He huffs a little and pushes his hair out of his eyes. His hair is something he should consider, especially if people are going to ruffle it.]

I suppose I had to have something. People don't like me for my winning personality.

[Ah, a rare appearance of his sense of humour.]

[Sticks his tongue out.] Cute you mean, yoi.

In any case we need more level heads on this crew.

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