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

[fierybluebird]

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?

Comments

[fierybluebird]

Aw, come on Namur. I was trying to get his ire transferred to me, you know that!

[om_nom_namur]

Whatever, bro.

So. Spreadin' a bit a anarchy, huh? Sheheheh. Know who all from our crew's gonna be hangin' on the ships?

[fierybluebird]

Working on it.

Want to have a dance competition before the big day?

[om_nom_namur]

Sheheh, sure! Make the damn smolts figure out how t' control their shitty bodies. Be good for 'em.

[fierybluebird]

Exactly.

Are you okay with taking the ships? I know how you love biting navy axes as much as the next shark, eh?

[om_nom_namur]

'S cool, bro. Jus' hang with Nami an' any other nonhumans that can't sneak in t' this thing without blowin' the cover t' hell an' back. Get some solidarity or some shit. Sheheheh!

[fierybluebird]

You're the best, bro.

I'm going to send Roxas with you, if he asks you to take him swimming, go nuts, but if he asks you to fight him, don't bite him, he bleeds even though he's at least as reckless as Ace.

[om_nom_namur]

[Maaaaan did you not hear the part about no humans allowed party?]

[Sigh.]

What, did he whine cuz y' told him he couldn't take his shitty rail shredder?

[He means the skateboard. Though rail shredder sounds a hell of a lot more hardcore.]

[fierybluebird]

[It's not a human, he's a kawaii nobody and Marco will adopt him as his favorite son. Why do you always hate his sons? Adore your nephews dang it.]

No, I do tricks with him on that.

[om_nom_namur]

[Cuz Marco has a thing for moe little boys apparently and that really doesn't float Namur's boat and in fact kind of makes him want to beat the moe out of them. Or something.]

Oh good so yer the one I can put in charge a refinishin' an' repairin' the damn rails.

[fierybluebird]

[Sounds legit.]

No way. I've seen what you do to those rails. When was the last time you bit one? Tuesday?

[om_nom_namur]

Don't bite the rails. Why the hell would I do a kelp-brained thing like that?

[fierybluebird]

For being in the way.

You should see all the things Ace bites over here. Want to trade? You can have Ace, and I'll take Roxas and Thatch.

[om_nom_namur]

Wanna switch? I'll move my shit over t' the Sun an' y' can take charge here on the Moon.

[fierybluebird]

I'm seriously considering it.

[But then he'd want to shuffle the bird people and Ace would be growly, but hey Namur can handle Ace HMMMMM.]

Rock paper scissors?

[fierybluebird]

[Smacks his forehead.] I just remembered Roxas wants to stay with Lea, and Leanne needs Chef Zeff's expertise.

Damn.

Okay what if we trade off and on? I'll give you weekends.

[om_nom_namur]

Sheheheh! Whatever bro. Prob'ly be a good idea t' let Thatch an' Ace deal with their own shit together every once in awhile too, huh?

[fierybluebird]

Good point.

Let's just say fuck scheduling and play musical ships.

Just let me know whenever you get fed up, and need a change of pace, aye?

[om_nom_namur]

Sounds like yer the one needin' a day off. Was yer idea t' start with.

[fierybluebird]

I'm already not secretly plotting to make a fort on your deck.

Don't wreck it.

[om_nom_namur]

Maybe I'll leave y' a drawin' or two on yer wall. Diggin' black hair busty 'maids with longass legs lately, right? Sheheheheh!

[fierybluebird]

[Laughs.] You know me too well. Damn have you seen those legs?

Ahhh, but it's really her mind that's something else. Brains like that could even keep Pops on his toes and--

[Drifts off and slaps himself out of it.] Keep in mind, I'm making the fort half for Roxas, eh.

[om_nom_namur]

SHEHEHEH DID Y' SERIOUSLY JUS' SLAP YERSELF? SHEHEHEH SHIT.

[He's crying, he's laughing so hard.]

Damn Feathershit. Ain't a dude in the world wouldn't notice them gams. 'Less they're the type's li'l too girly t' really be dudes. An' even then, they're prob'ly lookin' bein' jealous.

1/2

[fierybluebird]

[Mumbles something incomprehensible in chirps and peeps.]

Well, they're certainly quite nice, aye.

2/3 I was wrong

[fierybluebird]

Which just makes it harder to hold her attention I'm sure.

[OH WELL.]

[He's just going to deadcat Marco all over his own head.]