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[Written] And now for something completely different from the last time

Marco here.

Sorry for my state in the last post, and thank you very much to those sweet enough to humor me, you're too kind.

Bepo, and Vyse, I have duplicates of my maps for you, assuming you both still want them.

For everyone else, I've made about twenty copies of various maps and directions to the Corsair Naval Masquerade Ball. Likewise, in the interest of furthering piracy rebelling against lawful order, I will teach the basics of ranks to anyone with enough brains to actually hold the knowledge. Remember, if you want to go, wear formal costume, and pretend to be part of the navy. Anyone in the Spades wishing to help infiltrate must be able to perform a correct salute and demonstrate ability to discern when it's appropriate. Those who cannot may help infiltrate as waiters.

Thank you.
- Marco

Edited Addendum: Dance lessons for Spades unfamiliar with waltz, samba, and tango will be held every night this week. Namur's breakdance competition comes with a reward, but this style of dance is not acceptable for naval officers, sorry Nam-chan.

[Locked to Nico Robin]

I am embarrassed to say I have about three favors to ask of you.

[Locked to Grell Sutcliff]

Hello Kitten. How do you feel about getting a little vengeance, eh?

[Locked to Sebastian]

My phoenix brother and I are in the mood to spread our wings. Think you can get a babysitter that night to come have fun?

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[he was boomeranging from the island. That was part of it. Mixed in with everything else. There weren't orders there exactly. Both come help me and stay out of my way-- and all at your own risk. He flattened himself internally, meeting Marco's gaze with a deadpan, fairly emotionless]

Understood.

[not liked. But he would follow Marco regardless]

[Marco let out a small breath of relief. Not that he expected any different, but he wanted to give Thatch some choice in it all.]

[So Marco just leans his head against Thatch's chest wearily.]

[Everything's been shit for the entire year since Thatch died, and even here in this place, he's pent up about it. Who is he? He's Marco, and he wants vengeance.]

[He missed him. It was just a few days again but he missed him, like he always does. And he hates being that codependent, but Thatch is one of a kind, the only Thatch there ever was and ever will be.]

[He's burning inside with so much rage, and anger, and hate, and violence, and none of it has an outlet.]

[But he quietly counters it with the love for his brother so at least he can keep breathing.]

Where do you want to be?

[It's still a dark grin, the kind of feral ferocity that usually came when Marco ate a lot of meat and his zoan side started getting out of control, but it's still a grin, and not nearly as psychotic as half of Marco's.]

[he lets out a breath and rests a hand on the back of Marco's neck, cupping his skull a little and stroking the soft skin there with his thumb]

With you always.

[by which he means he'll take care of things somehow. He's not sure how but he knows his own business]

And afterwards, somewhere new, aye? [and somewhere that wouldn't make everyone crazy in one way or the other]

Maybe that Candy Mountain?

[He leans into it and almost instantly starts calming down more.]

[Thatch is the best.]

Gods, no. [A laugh.] Do you remember Valentine's Day? Roxas would probably go nuts.

Ah, you know what I miss?

[he chuckles at the laugh]

What do you miss, baby bird?

Sky islands.

It's been ages since we've been to one.

I got to do some flying around the island and map it, but it's like I told Sebastian, it seems like I only get to spread my wings to fight most days. I want to go back where I belong.

[WELL. He belongs in the crew, but his head is still messed up about that right now.]

We'll find one.

[they must be out there somewhere. He'd start to look for rumors or even to watch the clouds for a place to go. He raises his other hand and places it below the first, massaging Marco's neck and trying to rid him of some of the tension. As much Marco will allow him. He knows a part of the phoenix wants to hold onto this feeling. It feels right. Good. Vengeance is what they do so he wants to remain focused throughout.

But being a little grounded will only help in he long run]

Just don't forget the people that love you, eh? I won't give you up, brother. Not even to the [darkness] sky.

[Marco laughs again and kind of snuggles his head into Thatch's shoulder.] I know.

[He knows you meant darkness and not sky too.] Calvin mentioned a floating island in his world too. It was months ago, but it's been on my mind.

Ah come on, don't be so dour. [He leans up to run his fingers through the pompadour in order to piss Thatch off.] It'll be fun, eh? Besides, who better than Ace for infiltrating navy? [And he remembers vaguely he needs to ask Ace about the Grell thing. Or maybe not. He hasn't decided on whether it should be secret or his curiosity is prompted by good reasons yet.]

I can't help it. [he can still feel the sting of that place. Though he has to smirk a bit as Marco messes up his hair. Ass. He pinches Marco's ear in retaliation and then absently rubs his thumb along it]

Aye, Ace will enjoy himself, no doubt. I wonder if I'd be able to swan in there without being recognized...

[there's probably a really good buffet for one thing]

Maybe if you let your hair down.

You think? [it's not a bad consideration] What kind of style?

[he ruffles his own pompadour a bit, separating the hair and pushing it back]

You'll have to do something with your pineapple, too.

Fedora. I was thinking of aski--

Well nevermind. But fedora, definitely.

[COMPLETELY MESSES WITH THATCH'S HAIR BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU BRO.] No idea. You should ask Selphie and Chandra.

You'd look good. Thinking of asking what? Don't nevermind me, Chirpco.

[lets Marco do as he pleases] Nah, if the commander of the fourth division can't figure out his own hairstyle then how can anyone look up to him?

I always look good.

Don't call me Chirpco, Thatchette.

Don't try to change the subject by luring me into a battle of name calling. What were you going to ask? [tugs at a frond] Come on, baby bird. Speak.

No.

[Starts walking away.]

[tackles and gets in a headlock]

Yes.

[NOT TALKING AND YOU CAN'T MAKE HIM!!!!]

[he'll just blow raspberries on your bare scalp 'til you do]

[Euuuuugh that's just cruel!]

[Must.]

[Not.]

[Be.]

[Fazed.]

[ICKY.]

Robin.

AH SHIT.

No!

SHUT UP!

I HATE YOU!

[D:]

[Nico Robin, eh? Well Thatch can't say he's entirely pleased but Marco knows how he feels about that. And really, whatever happens on these seas, a chance might be all you're going to get. So he just squeezes Marco to him, and presses his cheek against his head]

That's so cute. Hatchling is growing up!

[though he's teasing for the most part]

[He doesn't know if he wants to punch him, curl up in an embarrassed phoenix ball, turn as red as a cherry, or what.]

Thatch.

I know how you feel about it.

[Spins around and tugs on Thatch's cheeks.]

I talked to Ikki. On the island. I'm actually going to try to protect myself a little so I don't get too hurt, okay?

[Leans his forehead on Thatch's. Because it's inevitable right? Getting hurt.... He told Selphie only she could know which way would hurt less.]

[But the part that has him worried still isn't getting hurt. It's being such a royal fuckup that he does something he'll regret. How does he guard against that? Gotta try.]

Thanks for always looking out for me. [It's quiet as hell, but he means it.]

[damnit. He was being cool about this. You couldn't have let him be cool about it? He supposes it's a fair trade but-- it makes him sigh a little. He closes his eyes and accepts it, holding Marco's shoulders for a moment, feeling a bitter kind of relief go through him and the tug of the truth deep in his gut.]

Good.

[he raises his hands to Marco's jaw and opens his eyes to look into his commander's]

I'd be lost without you, Marco.

[Ace isn't enough. He loves Ace dearly but he couldn't live in this world with a broken Marco. He knows himself well enough to realize that he's not strong enough and the darkness would definitely overtake him then and he wouldn't want to stop it. Maybe it's selfish to hold on so hard, but he was still a pirate in the end.]

[GRABS HIM AROUND THE SHOULDERS AND HOLDS HIM TIGHTLY!!!]

I'm always lost without you.

[JUST GOING TO CLING. MANLY CLING.]

[So manly.]

[But seriously, Thatch makes him balanced enough so he feels like he can do anything. Without him, he's a different Marco, and not nearly for the better.]

[So he is just going to cling and he doesn't care what anyone thinks because Thatch is his Thatchette and he loves him very very much, yes he does.]

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