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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"Not bad," he sticks his tongue out. "Are you any good with it?"

"I'm good at anything I put my mind to, bird-brain," she says smugly, returning the raspberry.

"It's too bad we don't have Haruta here, she could put up a fight of interest to you," oh lord don't get him talking about his siblings, you'll be here all day.

"What's she like? A magician like me?" Because that's what Chandra thinks is interesting. Spears are just a necessity.

"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."

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...

"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.

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

"And the fourth?"

"Friends!" a deceptively innocent grin, but he means it.

"Well maybe when we meet up, then." If...really.

"Aye," a distant look. He was glad Chandra was planning to take Thatch and Ace with her no matter what, but it left him a little jealous too. Either way, part of him was going to be divided. A lot of the family was still back in their world, when they should all be together. "She'd never get over the idea of Ace being Captain," he laughed softly. It was an exaggeration. They'd all been planning to help Ace be Pirate King if he wanted it, and really the only thing that had changed that was Thatch's death and the way it happened. Still, the expression on her face would be priceless, and he liked imagining it.

"The others would roll with it a little easier I think. But Haruta is kind of the runt of the crew, so she liked having Ace around to baby a little, since otherwise we all kind of baby Haruta a bit, eh."

Chandra set her mug down and gave Marco a quizzical look. It wasn't really like him to be that distant, and far be it for her to pry. Especially not during a party.

"Well, how short is she, given how tall you and Thatch and Namur are?"

Marco turned with a grin, and held his hand up to the horizontal line of the tattoo on his chest. "Our little frog prince, yoi." He relaxed with both hands behind his head, "I don't really have favorites, but if I did, she, Ace, Thatch, Namur, and Izou would be high up there. She's one of the few who actually remembers Rogers' days still. Vista and Jozu do too, of course, but Jozu's very serious, and Vista outdoes me with flowers."

"And, I'm probably going to sound dumb. But who's Roger?"

"The Pirate King," a wry grin, "The first one I mean." He rubs the back of his neck, "It's a touchy subject around Ace. All right let's see, the reason everyone acknowledged Pops as the strongest man in the world was because he held his own against Roger. Roger was the first and so far only pirate crew to make it all the way to the end of the Grand Line and come back alive. Mostly he was a lot like Ace's little brother, but don't tell Ace. His first mate, Silvers Rayleigh and I were... are... pretty good friends. But he had a few brats in his crew, like Shanks." Marco puffs cheeks out and blows out air, trying to think on how to summarize it all.

"That's another thing not to tell Ace. Ace hates Roger for creating the pirate era, and Ace did everything he could to make the era known as Whitebeard's era," another wry grin, "And we'll always love him for that." Think think think. "Roger left his treasure One Piece, and at his execution, he told the world to go look for it."

Marco's gaze fell to the deck. "Pops did too, eh? His final fuck you to the World Government. He all but outright said Ace's kid brother was going to be the one to find it too. And if he had said that, it'd have been that much harder on the kid." The Will of the D, Marshall, Ace, ugh...

It's too much and Marco shakes his head, trying to clear the thoughts cluttering it. "A lot of people, like Ace, thought Pops and Roger were just enemies. But that wasn't it really. They were friends. Roger really shook up the world though. Even more than Pops in some ways. It's almost funny in a way. He left a lot of mess of things. When he told all the pirates to go looking for One Piece, a new breed of pirates were born. Ruthless fucks who would sooner kill for a berri as look at you. Pops was friends with King Neptune, the leader of Fishman Island, where Nam-chan's from, and when we went back there it was... terrible." He closes his eyes for a little bit and softly shakes his head again with a sigh. "Nay, I can't really blame it on Roger though. The tenryuubito provide a market, and dumbass pirates will do what they do."

He clenches his jaw, despite the steady stream of words, "That's why I still hate most rookies I suppose. None of them know what piracy used to be. They're changing the meaning of the word and they don't even know the basics." A small growl and he sighs. "But Silvers, Roger's first mate, Rayleigh, he keeps an eye around Sabaody for the fishmen and mermaid children who go up to Sabaody to look at the amusement park and trees there. It's dangerous because of all the pirates and slavers, but have you ever met a kid who wasn't a little reckless?" Another wry grin and he runs a hand through his hair.

"That's how Pops came to be known as the strongest man in the world. We put the islands we could keep safe under our flag's protection and no one dared cross him." He bites his tongue with a sudden surge of frustration almost akin to guilt. And who was going to protect them now?

The story is pretty interesting, all things considered. Chandra's heard tales like that throughout the Multiverse and people like Roger are easily comparable to the myriad of heroic outlaw figures all planes seem to have. But at the same time, those people are distant and...quite frankly so disconnected from Planeswalkers...that they almost seem insignificant at first, confined to a single world like they are.

But then, it's also those kinds of people who become friends with people like her, and if they don't become Planeswalkers themselves then they travel the Multiverse with their friends. Gerrard Capashen and the crew of the Weatherlight came to mind, as does the legendary magician Barrin, or Jaya Ballard, the Pyromancer all others look up to. Roger, to her, sounds like that sort of man. Someone who'd changed an entire world just by doing what he loved best. Of course, he clearly hadn't had a Planeswalker...but he was certainly influencing one now through people like Marco.

Chandra's hand reaches out for Marcos and she gives it a squeeze. The frustration is evident there, and the anger at losing his father and brothers in a war with people who wanted control. Greedy, powerhungry fucks like the Order of Heliud.

"Nothing wrong with being a rookie," she says, "if they've got good steady hands to guide them. We were all kids once, you know. It's no excuse for being bloodthirsty and those fucks are going to get theirs in the end. Same for people stupid enough to make brash claims they can't back up. Either way, this Roger guy? Sounds like just the sort of man who'd wind up as a Planeswalker. Or traveling with one of us, at least. Hell, most of the people from your world are the right type. It's probably the reason I can put up with you guys."

"Aye, maybe," he laughed softly. "If he hadn't been dying, he probably would have traveling through entire planes or worlds. Hell Ace and his brother have now, eh? D's are all like that, I swear." A small huff as Marco refills both their drinks.

"Probably another dumb question, but Ds?" Chandra clearly wants a crash course in One Piece.

"Family name. It's a middle initial thing. Ace, Luffy, their grandfather: Monkey D. Garp, the leader of the revolution: Monkey D. Dragon, Gol D. Roger," his eyes dropped flat again, "Marshall D. Teach."

Edited 2014-05-08 22:58 (UTC)

"I take it the last one is not as good a guy as the rest?"

A calming breath, and Marco nodded, closing his eyes.

"He's one of the older ones I mentioned. Old enough to remember Roger. He fought back to back with us to defend Fishman Island... Fuck."

Marco dragged a palm down his face. "Some of it I still can't tell you yet, because I haven't told the others." He rubbed the bridge between his eyes. "But there's only one devil fruit of any given power at the world in a time. If someone wanted to be the phoenix like me, they'd have to kill me first."

Marco drank down his rum and moved to lean on the railing and look out at the ocean. It wasn't the right ocean in some ways. It smelled different, less salty, more squiddy, but at least it was ocean. "Teach spent thirty years hiding who he really was to all of us. That's why... mah... well..." a small sigh, and Marco ran a hand through his hair, "I suppose I've always been a little bit paranoid. It takes me awhile to warm up to people. But even I didn't think twice about calling him a brother or nakama."

He shot her a sidelong glance. He can't seem to form the basic words. For all that he's circling around it, spiralling like a hawk, actually diving into the depths of it seems too hard. Only one way to do it. "He stabbed Thatch in the back and stole the darkness devil fruit from him." Marco's jaw clenched hard, and then his fist which also lit up with blue flames. "You know how Ace and I feel about revenge. I've been getting revenge since before Teach was ever in the crew. He broke the only unforgivable rule no pirate can come back from. For what? Power?" Marco's shoulders ripple with blue flames, like a breeze pushing them from one side to another before he lets it all go.

"He was in Ace's division. Second. I knew him longer, but..." Marco looked back out at the ocean hollowly. "Pops was dying. If I left to hunt him down .... and then if Pops went...." he shook his head. "Ace went after him instead. We thought maybe he could do it because he's a D too, eh?" That wasn't the truth. But when they couldn't stop Ace no matter what, without chasing him down and locking him up, without stopping him from being himself, without risking everyone else too, the only thing they could do was have faith in him and lie to protect his pride.

Edited 2014-05-09 01:04 (UTC)

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