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high_seas2014-04-16 05:37 am
fierybluebird) wrote in high_seas2014-04-16 05:37 am
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Phoenixes are aggressive birds
Who: Marco, Leanne, and Phoenix Ikki (closed)
What: Marco and Ikki are plotting some very very very nasty stuff, and Leanne automatically spies on their thoughts.HIJINKS ENSUE She's going to try to talk them out of it.
Where: THE SUN (it's a Spade ship)
When: After Marco's post, Espio's rescue, and subsequent vital information pops up.
Warnings: NC-17 ON GORE (no sex) BUT SERIOUSLY WE ARE TALKING SOME VERY MESSED UP THINGS. DO. NOT. READ. IF. SQUEAMISH. ABOUT. VIOLENT. TORTUROUS. IDEATION. Granted, it's thoughts, but still, if you could see into the thoughts of angry phoenixes, you'd probably run like Selphie too. So yeah, body horror, torture, mutilation ideation. I'm trying to refrain from graphic details, but this is the stuff nightmares are made of.
The ironic thing is that Marco didn't seem particularly out of a good mood. By and large, once he made his post, he was busy with work, but this wasn't unusual for the man, especially for the last few months. He clearly wasn't manic like he'd been on the island, and while a lot of his deadpan or masked facial expressions had returned, that wasn't out of the ordinary either, and usually a good sign for the old pirate.
But that didn't mean much.
Thatch knew how bad it'd get, and had the right idea in staying away. As it was, the closest person to calming Marco down was Ace, and given Ace's own fiery temper and generally kinetic rage, this wasn't saying much.
He wanted to murder things. No, not just things, people. Not just people, marines. And the more he stewed on dark thoughts, the calmer he was outwardly. At breakfast calmly eating fruit, he wouldn't say a word, just quietly pictured lined up his berries and pictured the decapitated spiked heads of marines all lined up nice and pretty in a row. In the middle of copying maps, as he quietly observed his quill tip, his thoughts drifted into raking talons down the flesh of men, peeling away skin and muscle to reveal hard hard white bone, and gee, wasn't it a pity that men's bones so calcium hardened weren't hollow? Then again, when they snapped, the splinters were a lot better for shrapnel. He wanted to rip bones out of the men while they were still breathing. Or maybe use their vertebrae to purposely twist and crush the nerves and spinal cord. One kick above the hips and he could make sure a guy never walked again. If collapsed their shoulders just right, they'd be completely paralyzed.
So far as Marco was concerned, a line had been crossed. And the navy of this world did something even Blackbeard hadn't sunk so low as to do. If they wanted a war, he'd bring them war. He'd bring them the kind of war legends warned against. Marco liked to think he didn't lose his temper as often or even as badly as Ace. But once Marco's rage was awakened, it didn't burn itself out like Ace's. It was all consuming like the fires he himself always seemed to burn with. Cold fire that couldn't harm anyone, but still it burned.
He was half-tempted to ask Ace for a leave of absence for himself and Ikki, to go burn down a whole island almost. Or maybe there wouldn't be an almost about it. But he promised Ikki and they had a plan. He just had to wait. Just like he had to wait for Akainu to slip up. Just like he had to wait for Blackbeard despite how he just seemed to keep growing in power. Marco was already fed up with waiting, and only Ace seemed to know it. That was why Marco held on. Whether Ace needed him, or he needed Ace, it was his job to set an example.
Poring over his information on the marines they'd fought however, almost seemed to cheer up his black mood. In the sense that it made it all the worse.
He lit up a cigarette and leaned on the railing, quietly waiting to show the other phoenix his treasure, and already planning various ways of using a lit cigarette to torture a man.
It's a shame that the peaceful island didn't work well for him. Even more of a shame that he hadn't fully figured out that his newly adopted baby heron sister could read his mind and was entirely privy to all his dark murderous thoughts of torture.
What: Marco and Ikki are plotting some very very very nasty stuff, and Leanne automatically spies on their thoughts.
Where: THE SUN (it's a Spade ship)
When: After Marco's post, Espio's rescue, and subsequent vital information pops up.
Warnings: NC-17 ON GORE (no sex) BUT SERIOUSLY WE ARE TALKING SOME VERY MESSED UP THINGS. DO. NOT. READ. IF. SQUEAMISH. ABOUT. VIOLENT. TORTUROUS. IDEATION. Granted, it's thoughts, but still, if you could see into the thoughts of angry phoenixes, you'd probably run like Selphie too. So yeah, body horror, torture, mutilation ideation. I'm trying to refrain from graphic details, but this is the stuff nightmares are made of.
The ironic thing is that Marco didn't seem particularly out of a good mood. By and large, once he made his post, he was busy with work, but this wasn't unusual for the man, especially for the last few months. He clearly wasn't manic like he'd been on the island, and while a lot of his deadpan or masked facial expressions had returned, that wasn't out of the ordinary either, and usually a good sign for the old pirate.
But that didn't mean much.
Thatch knew how bad it'd get, and had the right idea in staying away. As it was, the closest person to calming Marco down was Ace, and given Ace's own fiery temper and generally kinetic rage, this wasn't saying much.
He wanted to murder things. No, not just things, people. Not just people, marines. And the more he stewed on dark thoughts, the calmer he was outwardly. At breakfast calmly eating fruit, he wouldn't say a word, just quietly pictured lined up his berries and pictured the decapitated spiked heads of marines all lined up nice and pretty in a row. In the middle of copying maps, as he quietly observed his quill tip, his thoughts drifted into raking talons down the flesh of men, peeling away skin and muscle to reveal hard hard white bone, and gee, wasn't it a pity that men's bones so calcium hardened weren't hollow? Then again, when they snapped, the splinters were a lot better for shrapnel. He wanted to rip bones out of the men while they were still breathing. Or maybe use their vertebrae to purposely twist and crush the nerves and spinal cord. One kick above the hips and he could make sure a guy never walked again. If collapsed their shoulders just right, they'd be completely paralyzed.
So far as Marco was concerned, a line had been crossed. And the navy of this world did something even Blackbeard hadn't sunk so low as to do. If they wanted a war, he'd bring them war. He'd bring them the kind of war legends warned against. Marco liked to think he didn't lose his temper as often or even as badly as Ace. But once Marco's rage was awakened, it didn't burn itself out like Ace's. It was all consuming like the fires he himself always seemed to burn with. Cold fire that couldn't harm anyone, but still it burned.
He was half-tempted to ask Ace for a leave of absence for himself and Ikki, to go burn down a whole island almost. Or maybe there wouldn't be an almost about it. But he promised Ikki and they had a plan. He just had to wait. Just like he had to wait for Akainu to slip up. Just like he had to wait for Blackbeard despite how he just seemed to keep growing in power. Marco was already fed up with waiting, and only Ace seemed to know it. That was why Marco held on. Whether Ace needed him, or he needed Ace, it was his job to set an example.
Poring over his information on the marines they'd fought however, almost seemed to cheer up his black mood. In the sense that it made it all the worse.
He lit up a cigarette and leaned on the railing, quietly waiting to show the other phoenix his treasure, and already planning various ways of using a lit cigarette to torture a man.
It's a shame that the peaceful island didn't work well for him. Even more of a shame that he hadn't fully figured out that his newly adopted baby heron sister could read his mind and was entirely privy to all his dark murderous thoughts of torture.
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"I won't let anyone hurt you, and if I fail that, you have no right to ask me not to get revenge. Vengeance is for the living, Leanne."
That did it.
He needed to destroy something.
The railing wasn't enough, and the mast was too important. Besides, with Marco's temper flaring this badly, he could probably destroy the whole ship on accident with one kick.
Something he could destroy... something...
But there was nothing, so Marco took a deep breath and held it all in for when he could use it later. Absorbed it like a phoenix, all the pain, all the rage, his to let out when he chose and only then.
"My Pops didn't let me seek revenge for Thatch, or Ace, or himself. Until then we were famous for it. I will always protect the living first, got it? Always! But this isn't a situation where I have to risk my own death and leave you all to fend without me against more enemies. This isn't a time where getting vengeance means sacrificing the living! You're asking me to hold back when I know it's the best chance we have to protect the crew! And you still haven't given me one good reason! Because we can't sink to their level? Believe me, I have no intentions of murdering their family members, just keeping them far away from mine."
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The world was in a war, a constant cycle of death and rebirth, hostile and violent everywhere one looked at. But they couldn't see it, they refused to see it. They didn't acknowledge how the plants fought to survive, how they strangled each other in order to get the nutrients they needed. How the animals hunted and killed, for revenge, or just because they could, because they felt threatened even by babies of their own group, or even just for fun at times, sure they would eat it all even when killing for fun, but that didn't change the fact that they hadn't had to kill it in the first place.
Everything Marco said resonated strongly with Ikki, not always with the same sentiment, but definitively with the same understanding. It would be easy to shrug and say that it didn't matter if Kairi died, if any of the others died, that they shouldn't punch back and just stand there letting the world wound and kill them. He could do that, he could say that it wasn't his problem, he could just focus on the shards and let everyone else burn. But that wasn't the way he was, that wasn't what he wanted to be. No matter what, he would protect the crew, he would avenge the crew and burn in the Navy's brain that they should think better before messing up with them.
"What would you suggest? To turn our faces so they can slap us in the other cheek? Maybe everyone else would approve more of us just letting them killing us, or of handing Roxas, Kairi and the others to them so they could kill them again. 'Oh, don't worry, please, keep killing our kids as much as you want, we are going to just stand here letting you have your fun and being the better people'. Is that what you want?" It's not an eye for an eye, for it to be that they would have to go and kill their daughters, but they wouldn't do that. That was stepping to their level, that was being just as bad as them. Giving them a lesson? Teaching them what real pain was? Making them regret with every ounce of their soul to have been born? To have ever laid eyes on Kairi? That was revenge, justice.