high_seas | Manly Drinking Times

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Manly Drinking Times

Who: Marco, Thatch, Logan, Namur, Roxas, Vyse, Chandra, Natsuno, and anyone else who wants in on this drinking game
Where: The Sun! And the Moon! And all the ships in between
When: Sunday May 4th, pursuant to this hilarity
What: MANLY DRINKING TIMES
Warnings: Ehhhhh ARRRRR For Rum. And drinking. And war. And fuck who knows what else, remind me to update if needed.
Status: OPEN!!!

Marco quickly set up a couple of kegs at the ready for the drinking party. Because it was just plain necessary, and a lot like old times. The last two weeks were still weighing on Marco's mind. War, Peace, phoenixes. Was it a good idea to really enjoy war so much? Was it a bad one? Maybe it was inevitable, so he might as well enjoy it. Like life, right? Or should he not encourage it just because it was amusing?

It was too much of a headache, that's why he was just going to drink.

He also set up some non-alcoholic drinks for Leanne and everyone else. Green tea, fruit juices, but they were all clearly marked.

Marco gave a quick piercing whistle. "OI SPADES! Roll call and drinking games!"

And maybe drunk board games, he would blame that on Ace though.

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"Kind of... no not really." Marco shook his head, unable to keep up with the lie. "Haruta has to be experienced. She's very hoppy and springy and stabby."

A pause because he realizes that doesn't explain why she could put up a fight. "She fights with her head and heart. All pranks and surprises."

"Seriously. An' she's the damn captain? Told her t' stop days ago an' she jus'... wouldn't. She's all like," Namur makes a crazy face, "An' hell if I know how t' make her stop." He sighs heavily, then begins laughing. "Shit, never thought I'd see the day. Sheheheh!"

That doesn't explain much at all. Sounds like someone Chandra would explode if she was fighting for reals.

"Well, that sounds like fun to have on your side. Is she cute?"

The most important question...

"I've Never. Whenever someone says they've never done something that you have, you take a shot," Marco quietly explained.

Because the only sea train in my world was only built about... [UGH YOU GUYS ARE MAKING HIM FEEL OLD AGAIN. Okay about...]

[And he groans lightly.] Over a decade ago? Anyway, if I went there it would cause an international incident. It's back in the Paradise section of the Grand Line, and where Oro Jackson was built, so they wouldn't take too kindly to my presence in the region. From what I've heard, the Straw Hats were there though, eh?

[And another drink for the flowers, but not for the gun, because he doesn't do well with them in feathers, and other than Izou and Curiel, they kind of startle him.]

I've never worn boots.

Marco arched an eyebrow in amusement and shifted the wings back to arms with a small apologetic nod. "Sorry, yoi."

Still, he gave a birdie head tilt. "Apparently you're up. I was going to go to the crow's nest, but I didn't expect anyone to be up here so I figured I'd find out why you weren't partying."

Marco's not sure what to say at first. No, it sounds plenty like torture to him. What memories he has are very precious to him, and no matter how they hurt, he wouldn't give them up for anything.

He doesn't have an answer for Roxas, just acts on instinct again and picks the kid up and sets him on his shoulders, like his father did for him when he needed it. And then he hands Roxas a small bag of sunflower seeds.

"For what it's worth, it sounds terrible, but I don't think you're crazy, eh?"

He frowns and taps his foot to the deck irritably for a little bit before going back to fixing up the drinks. "There are a lot of things the government in my world tries to do like that." He waves a hand vaguely. "To block out memories. They eliminate people in their way, erase records, and some people they're afraid to kill, so they just to try to lock them away somewhere to experiment on them, and try to make the world forget about them."

There's a pause, and Marco sips some of his own drink for a bit before reaching up to steal some of the sunflower seeds from the bag he just handed Roxas no less. "You can't really do that though. Oh, believe me, they've tried. We have an entire century that people don't know the full story of called the Void Century. All because the government didn't want anyone to know what happened during that whole one hundred years." He finishes off his handful of seeds and puts his hands in his pockets. "But such things can't be hidden forever." Marco would know. He's always trying to hide a lot of things. And juggling too many balls. He tried not to let Thatch find out about his own death, but that hadn't worked or lasted either. Or the devil fruit. And he was still trying to keep it secret about Blackbeard stealing Whitebeard's devil fruit. He still would for as long as he could.

"You especially can't hide a whole person."

Marco rubbed his chin irritably. "One of them was a ex-jailer of the prison where they were kept, and a bunch of the others were guys we helped defeat." A sigh, "And then they were all broken out." He looked around for something sweet to hand Roxas, but settled for the kid's punch since it was filled with enough juice to be sweet if not sugary. "Ace was hidden away too, you know? They were hunting him for a long time, and then they put him in prison. But we could never have hidden Ace. He blazes too bright. So it sounds like you're in the right place now, eh?"

Marco just threw his head back and laughed. Sorry Namur, but this is like once-in-a-lifetime thing! Usually Marco is the one messing shit up on this level and going 'oh fuck what do I do?' and such.

"Naaaah-chan!" Marco lightly chuffs the fishman's chin and hands him a drink. "I always knew you had swagger, but damn, mate." Another laugh. "Although from what I understand with the others, she basically inherited that captain position. The original captain got sent home or disappeared like the Doctor."

"Ack!" Roxas cried out when he was picked up because let's face it, that's never happened to him before. He couldn't possibly be that light, he figured, but once he's settled he just blinked at him. Next thing he knew he had sunflower seeds and another sugary drink pressed into his hands.

"Axel told me he was looking for me for awhile. It seemed like he had a hard time finding me." His words came a little more unsteady, uncertainly laced in his memories. "But I didn't know him. Not until it was too late. I think if I knew him then he would have helped me. I hurt him badly because I didn't remember him until after."

"Nobodies don't shine in the light like Ace. We move in the darkness. Even if I have some magic with light, it doesn't change that fact. I can't remembers some really important things but in the end even Axel was dangerous. He wanted to take me from there, back to the castle. Saix, Xemnas...they would have eliminated me. It isn't his fault that those were his orders. It's mine. I know that, but not why." After sipping some more of his drink, he settled his chin on Marco's head.

"Yeah. This is the best place I've ever been." He sounded worried though, something off in his voice...suspicion.

"Of course," Marco grinned slyly, "And you're probably her type. Try not to fall victim to her charms too quickly if you ever meet her, eh?"

"Her type, huh? And what type is that?" Smug. Ever so smug.

Marco gripped the railing in one hand tightly, as though trying to compress the wood into steel or squeeze all the air out of it, the very thing that let it float. It made a small groan, starting to splinter under his fingers, but the pirate didn't let go, or even seem to notice. He just kept glaring out at the ocean.

His message was made?

His message was never going to be made enough until every single one of them got it. Until they knew what true war was and how much they should fear it. Fear him. Fear their flag. He'd told Ace he didn't want to scare or upset the kids, but he was losing grip on his temper, on his sheer control. It'd been so much easier a year ago. Before Thatch died, before his Pops died. Back when Ace was his kid brother that he was still teaching to control his temper, not the Captain supposed to give him pause.

Marco let go of the wood and lit up a cigarette. He was probably going to go through a whole pack tonight if his temper kept at this pace.

"No one gives a damn about power on this ship," Marco growled furiously, unable to hide it. He wasn't mad about the power thing, but in typical Marco fashion, he always started with the least difficult problem to try to work his way up. Maybe it was a bird thing. Like climbing from branch to branch. "Thatch has other problems I can't tell you about, eh? But it's not power." His eyes glinted sharply, even watching the water as he leaned on the railing. "Our Pops was the strongest man in the world, eh? Not just because he could make earthquakes and tsunamis and rip the world apart if he wanted to, but he was practically invincible. I told you how Ace tried to take his head, to take his title, eh? But he wasn't the strongest for power, anymore than you become a jinrou for the power."

Marco turned and gave Natsuno a sharp look, again, not so much the jinrou's fault as much as just that Marco was losing control of his deadpan composure and overtly calm facade. "My Pops and brothers didn't choose their size. Ace ate his devil fruit to get strong, aye, but he doesn't burn everything he touches. He chose control." Marco took a deep careful breath and closed his eyes to regain some calm, at least over his tone.

"I'm not trying to kill all the navy, eh? I hate them. I hate them for what they did to Selphie, and I hate them for what they did to Kairi, but they're still people, even though I hate them." His stomach rolls, and his blood boils. He wants war. So much war. What they have now isn't enough for him. It's only a few ships, small battles, and--

He shields his eyes with a hand.

Was that his father's way, or his own? His father had always protected the islands to show them peace. Peace which was only a breather between death. What then was the point of life? To share with the others. And if he couldn't protect them --

It was circular thinking again, and Marco focused on the cigarette instead.

"Better position?" his tone isn't growling anymore, but it's worse. It sounds calm, but it's like when a forest goes completely still, not a single bird chirp or even the rustle of leaves. "I am not as strong as my father, Natsuno." He takes the cigarette out and flings it to the waves. It's not enough. He still can't breathe. "I'm not as strong, I'm not as powerful, and the only way I know how to protect anyone is the way I do. Do you really think I can ensure any of you will be safe again, just, by what? Getting you to fight better? Do you know what marines and navy do? They're soldiers. They do nothing but train to fight, train to kill. Maybe their numbers are worse, but I'm a lot more brutal."

His arms start to cover with blue flames, ready to fly up somewhere just to get space, just so he can briefly make sure the crew is okay... for now.

But he waits long enough to give Natsuno time to retort, if there is any.

Natsuno listened for a moment, it was the best tactic he had when engaging in a discussion. He could see how angry Marco was, and he shouldn't open his mouth most likely. That, however, had never stopped him.

"You weren't there for that discussion." He answered with a shake of his head. "I don't know what to make of it or what to do with that but he didn't like what he heard, at all. What I'm saying requires a lot of trust from the people around me. The moment I chose to set foot on this path I was ready to accept that."

His lips pressed together. Part of him wanted to respond to the anger with his hackles raised and his eyes might have flashed for a brief moment. "If you want to kill every person who has laid a hand on this crew, then do that. If you want torment them and that's the direction this crew is headed, I can't partake in that. I also don't believe in going after people who aren't involved or innocent. There are a lot of people in this world that it is worth being angry at, but the others are still people and not every person feels the same, thinks the same. That is what I have an objection to. Just because someone wants to serve in the Navy doesn't make them evil. There is true evil out there to be found."

He gave a few moments pause again and turned his eyes on Marco, dead serious. "I don't know your father. I don't think anyone is asking you to protect them. Every member of this crew seems perfectly willing to pull their own weight and if that means learning something they didn't know before then so be it! Nobody wants to be the one who needs to be rescued, nobody wants to be the one that falls in a skirmish. You might actually find that the people who need that kind of help the most want that help. Protecting people is only good in the short term. What do you think is going to happen to this crew if the strong people fall? There's no hope for the rest of us. You can't protect everyone. None of us expect to be safe all the time. We're pirates, aren't we?"

Natsuno looked back out at the sea. He wasn't feeling the drink nearly as much anymore. "There are no guarantees in this life Marco. None at all. Anything could happen. The best you can hope for is that you get these second chances we seem to be running into."

"Haha, don't worry!"

It was kinda awesome anyway, watching the wings turn back into arms.

"I was, for a while."

Okay, so he wasn't actually doing that much partying, mostly using the occasion as an excuse to steal some alcohol. But he did go talk to some people, really!

"Why aren't you?"

Marco counts quietly and holds up four fingers. "Four. Kind of, I think." Ikki wasn't as quite as much a bird as Leanne and Naesala, but he was as much a phoenix as Marco, so close enough.

"Okay let me see...." a long pause and Marco took a guess, "I've never lived in a building on land?" That usually got a few people at least. Even among pirates.

Marco reached up to gently pet Roxas' head, thinking to himself. "Ace shines because he wants to. I think that's why he wants to be the best so much. He spent a long time hiding, and now he doesn't have to." He gave Roxas a few more thoughtful pets. "Thatch is dark, because that's who he is, eh? I don't get it though. Lea-- I mean Axel wanted to help you even though his job was to eliminate you?" He tilted his head to the side a little.

"It's really hard when you're best friends." Roxas said softly. "I think if I asked for help he would have helped me. He told me that now and it's nice to think it's true."

He's quiet for a moment, letting a pause in. "Not that I wouldn't kick his ass again, I would, but I'd understand if he did it. It'd be me or both of us."

The Organization didn't screw around with traitors. It was always hanging over their heads.

"There's more I'm missing. Puzzle pieces that aren't there, but Lea doesn't have them either. I don't know why I quit. I don't know what happened after that until Riku locked me up in that prison...there's a lot I don't know." He couldn't help but mutter one word that described how he thought about that fight. "Cheater."

*Selphie pulls a face, not unkindly, at Aya, and pushes the rum towards his iced tea. She's tempted just to pour some in, but she doesn't. For now*

We should find a place with trains and go there! You should try it!

*And no, Selphie was never allowed near the guns. She takes a shot for the flowers, though, and gives Aya a look - is he trying to get her drunk? And then another for the boots. Her glass is almost empty! She leans over Aya's lap sideways so that she can look at Marco's feet beneath the table to check for boots*

Aww man! I'm totally losing! Uh.. I've never... Hmm... I've never wanted to see a girl naked!

"Fiery, feisty, and fun," Marco stuck his tongue out, "The four 'f's." Even though he only said three words so far.

"I'm not talking about torture or cutting down every navy soldier there ever was, and I'm sure as hell not talking about going after their families," Marco scowled. Other pirates did, but Marco and his family didn't consider themselves other pirates. They were exceptional pirates.

"I don't know about good or evil, I've been called evil and monster for as long as I can remember, and so far as I'm concerned, that puts me in good company. Aye, you're right that I can't protect you all, but if I have to outlive everyone, I'll do with that what I want." A scowl and Marco's arms lit up in blue flames. "And don't say it doesn't count here. It counts damn plenty."

"Eh?" Marco reached up to pet Roxas' head and grab a few seeds for himself. "Who's a cheater? Riku?"

Marco shrugged. "I only ever get the ball rolling and then skip out usually." He hesitated slightly, but it was probably damned obvious by now so it wasn't like he had anything to lose, "It's a bird thing, eh." On the one hand, he liked everyone getting together like a murder of crows, or a flock of seagulls, or a school of fish in Namur's case. But on the other hand, the phoenix in him couldn't stand being in the thick of it for long. Once everyone was laughing and happy, he usually took the excuse to sneak away and go do some work. Or read. Or just look after all the stupid little idiots so no one could ruin their good time.

[He pushes it away casually, because he's not interested. He takes a drink for the boots. Aya feels that he's learning so much about Marco right now..]

[As for Selphie's statement, he's pretty on the fence. He's never wanted to see a woman naked, but he guesses he's thought of it before. So he takes the shot.]

I've never had a tattoo. [A cheap shot, but effective.]

"As long as you have that line, that line you won't cross I don't think you can be considered evil...but it's relative. Everyone thinks of evil differently." He murmured.

"I wouldn't say it doesn't. It matters. No one wants to experience death even if they're going to come back. It's admirable you want to protect everyone, but everyone might be better off if they could protect themselves and stand with you. You wouldn't have to carry the burden alone." Isn't that what he was talking about when he talked of nakama?

"Yeah, Riku is." He grumbled. Roxas didn't lose a lot and that was such a dirty win on Riku's part that it bothered him as much as everything that followed.

"He was losing. I totally had it but he did something. He changed himself. He looked completely different and then there was nothing I could do. He beat me and he was working with DiZ, I think. So when I woke up I was in the prison."

Roxas was annoyed that Riku won that fight in the end. He was mad at him for what he did but Sora liked Riku and he could feel that too. It was terribly confusing sometimes.

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