[Audio] ALL THE DRAMATICS! A cry for anarchy! This is war!

[fierybluebird]

Pirates of the world, RISE UP I say!

This world claims we do not belong here! The people of this world say we have no home, no place on these seas, in this world! I disagree! [Oh lord, Marco's going full steam here.] My world had no use for monsters like us either! My world made it a sin and a crime for some of us to even be born. Well, to hell with that, say I! ARE WE PIRATES OR ARE WE COWARDS?!

I FOR ONE, BEAR THE FLAG OF MY FATHER AND BROTHERS! LET US TAKE OVER THESE SEAS, AND CLAIM OUR PLACE IN A WORLD ONCE AND FOR ALL! LET US SHOW THE WORLD THAT WE WILL NOT BE DENIED OR IGNORED!

Let us show the world that this era is OURS!

[AND WITH THAT: he lets out a huge phoenix cry of victory.] SCRAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW!!!!

[We now return you to your daily journal entries of everything else completely different.]

Comments

[thetruehistorian]

[There's a little sigh, barely audible, as Robin decides to take this not very seriously at all.]

That implies that I could approve more or less in the first place.

[fierybluebird]

See, now I can't tell if you actually were amused or disappointed.

My love is so cold.

[thetruehistorian]

Shall I introduce you to Elsa, then?

[The cold never bothered her, anyway.]

[fierybluebird]

We met, though I was fully a bird at the time.

[thetruehistorian]

[alskdjflk oh right. Don't blame Robin for her mun's utter fail. She was being glib, promise.]

I hear that happens rather often, as of late. You haven't gotten shy, have you?

[fierybluebird]

Around you I become incredibly breath-taken and bedazzled.

It's difficult for one, such as I, to be bold, when already overtaken by your wit and charm.

[... was that overkill? He was FINALLY able to get his swagger back, but now he's worried it's overkill. Gah.]

[thetruehistorian]

[It sounds like overkill. But. She's not going to take him seriously for a conversation.]

The sea is also bedazzling, and takes your breath away more thoroughly than I've ever tried. Is this a roundabout way of calling me fat, I wonder?

[fierybluebird]

[So harsh.]

Would one use such words to describe a rare orchid? Or the tall and lithe tiger lily?

[thetruehistorian]

I suppose they could, if they were a spider or an ant or a blade of grass.

[fierybluebird]

But I am neither. Merely a bird admiring such rare beauty, yoi.

[thetruehistorian]

[Marco why did you suddenly grow balls the moment Robin decided to act ridiculous?]

Perhaps you ought to take a picture and send me a copy. I'm curious what rare beauty you're admiring.

[fierybluebird]

[Because he is WAY more relaxed when she's amused. If she's nervous or worried, he'll be fifteen times worse trying to figure out how to fix it.]

That would be you in this analogy, my sweet flower.

I would draw you a picture, but I'm afraid it would only make pine for the real thing will always outshine a weak imitation.

[thetruehistorian]

[Yes well it's hard to be goofy when he keeps saying such serious- if over the top- things.]

But if you don't have a picture and you aren't here in person, how then are you admiring my beauty? Have you planted a bug in my room?

[fierybluebird]

Luckily I have a strong memory.

And I've never been one to believe that beauty is only skin deep.

[thetruehistorian]

[He seems so untouchable right now. Part of her wants to answer in kind, to make suggestive comments and spew useless flattery. Another wants to trip him up, see if she can change his course. The former may lead to giving impressions she's not yet ready to give. The latter means jerking him around by his emotions. Robin doesn't want to do either.]

I'm flattered, really.

[Ah yes, such wit, such decisiveness. It's a wonder he finds her at all interesting.]

[fierybluebird]

Good. [A small laugh.] I feel like I've been trying and failing at that for months. It's good to know I'm finally making some headway.

Flattery aside, how are you Robin? It's good to hear your voice again, though I hope that doesn't sound too forward.

[thetruehistorian]

Why would it be too forward?

[fierybluebird]

[Clingy then.]

[He's quiet, blushing furiously and trying to figure out a gentle rebuttal, some sort of excuse.]

[Finally he's just quiet.]

It implies a level of 'I missed you' that I'm not used to with someone outside of my crew.

[thetruehistorian]

[Oh. That's. Actually kind of sweet.]

I see.

[And then she chuckles softly.]

You've been having fun, I presume? I haven't heard anything from your crew about an island in awhile.

[fierybluebird]

[Lord what did she think?]

Aye, I can't for the life of me figure out why we're going so slowly. I go to check it in flying and as far as I can tell it's fine. I guess the distance was greater than the islanders told us.

Mah, it doesn't really matter though, between ocean or island, I'll take the sea.