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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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?"

"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.

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."

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

"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.

"Sounds weird, eh? I haven't spoken to him much, so I've really just heard about him from you and the others, yoi."

Marco munched on the seeds in quiet thought. "So changing forms is cheating?"

"Not really, it's just how he did it. It's hard to explain. I didn't have a problem with him and it's not like I was going to kill him. I just wanted him to let me go. He did...whatever it was. Embraced the darkness maybe? I'm not sure. I don't know what darkness does to people who have hearts." He played idly with Marco's hair as he thought.

"But I don't matter, Sora does. He would do anything for Sora."

"You matter to me," Marco said softly, "And to Captain Ace and Lea. But I don't know what darkness does to hearts either. Thatch is worried about me doing that, I think." Even though it was the kind of thing Marco wouldn't normally voice to anyone, Roxas had long since become an exception. "Taking the darkness into my heart or something like that. Like he's one to talk, yoi. We're brothers, so shouldn't we do things like that together?"

He nodded against his head. "Yeah, you should. Even if I don't have a heart and I don't understand everything, I've been trying to tell Lea he should let me help him. He has darkness there...there's no way he couldn't. Now I know some of the things and maybe he feels a little better. I don't really know. Maybe I can help share his darkness. He knows most of mine anyway. I know he wanted to protect me but I got really stubborn. We fought a lot but we're pretty good now."

"I'm glad," Marco smiled softly enough that it even reflected in his tone as he patted Roxas' head. "Thatch and I are selfish. We don't want each other to hurt so we always try to take it all for ourselves. And then it ends up hurting anyway, eh?" Marco gives up with a small shrug and an even smaller shake of his head so that Roxas won't get unbalanced. "I'll have to talk to him I suppose, but he won't like it, yoi."

Roxas seemed to be thinking for a moment and he held down his cup for more. "Well, I think that's what happens. Lea didn't like what I had to say either because even if you hide things you still hurt other people. I wasn't very nice about it either. I said some mean things, but if I didn't do that, he wouldn't listen to me, I think. He was afraid to hurt me and I knew that but I don't like being lied to. I don't like not knowing what's going on. I hate it. He's really bad for it sometimes. I thought he didn't trust me."

Marco took the cup and mixed up more of the drink, heavy on the fruit juice but with a splash or two of rum and handed it back to Roxas. "Thatch and I trust each other at least." A frown as he rubbed his chin, thinking harder. "But ahhh I guess...." A slight head tilt, "A little pain now is probably better than a long dragged out thing, you think?" Yes, Marco, good idea. Taking advice and social cues from a one and half year old now.

"He trusts me, I just didn't really know it." He smiled a bit and drank it. It's so sweet, it's just what he wants to drink right then.

"I think so. Instead of us fighting all the time over the same things, about him not telling me important things instead I know them so we don't have to fight about it...and I know he trusts me so I didn't get as mad last time we talked. I was just...you know..." He waved his hand a bit. What word was he looking for?

"Worried, maybe? I wanted to know he trusted me."

"Aye," Marco nodded softly and looked at his own drink. "Thatch and I used to fight like that... years ago. I guess that's why we don't have to now. But we still fight about other things, eh?" He drank some of his own rum, "Maybe that's just how brothers are, yoi."

He frowned and ran a hand through his hair. Thatch had been a bit frustrated at the ball, but he seemed to be doing better now, but there was something about that which tickled at him. "How's Lea been since the ball, eh?"

Roxas ruffled Marco's hair because it was easy sitting on his shoulders and that was the best comforting gesture he knew. People did it to him all the time, after all. "Maybe that's how it is." He agreed.

He hesitated before speaking again, mulling over what he knew. "I'm not sure. I don't know everything and I don't know how much I should say." He seemed to be consider that. "He was upset about what he talked to Thatch about. I don't know if he feels better about it now. He seemed to be feeling a little better after we talked about it."

"Honestly though, I'm pretty unhappy about it."

Indeed, as far as Marco was concerned, nothing could be more comforting. His father did that to him all the time, especially when he did a good job so it always made him feel safe and relaxed.

He took the words into consideration, about to tell Roxas that sometimes maybe it's not about the right words, but just being there, the way Xifer was, perhaps. But then he realized he meant how much about Lea, and he was a little surprised. That explained Thatch's reaction at least. Thatch must have missed his old division. Indeed, the man had been acting like he had to do things all alone, and he'd been taking his role so seriously that Marco had to drag him outside and forcibly snap him out of it.

"You are? How come?"

"Well some of it is because Lea did something stupid and he knows it." Roxas said, frowning.

"I don't want this place to become like work. Not for him and not for me. Even if I don't know everything, I get what he was getting at. I won't let anyone do that to him. He thought....well I think he thought that it would be okay, but it isn't okay because he has a heart and his heart...it's sick when he goes into darkness. It hurts him, more than it hurts me. He said he just didn't know what else to do, but that doesn't mean he should be going back to how things were. He's an idiot." Roxas hissed lightly. Lea made a mistake and he regretted it but Roxas' tone suggested very much that if the matter was pressed, he wouldn't hesitate to do something to get Lea out. He was fiercely loyal to him.

This was confusing. Marco reached up and pet Roxas' head reassuringly. "But he's getting better about it? Is he mad at Thatch? Or did he just hurt himself? By trying to make it like where you're from?" Another confused head tilt.

"I think mostly he hurt himself and I didn't know. I'm upset he thinks he's alone sometimes. I would help him with anything he needs, really. He doesn't really want to be like that anymore, and I know that now so I have to protect him. Even if it's from him."

"Gotcha," Marco nodded. It really was like him and Thatch in a lot of ways. "So you're going to do the stuff that involves darkness so he doesn't have to? Or are you going to just make sure he doesn't have to do it? Because on this ship, in this crew I mean, we aren't going to make anyone do something they don't want to. I said that before, right?"

"I don't really mind it, I mean, no heart right?" Roxas asked softly.

"I guess I'm going to remind him what he said if he does something stupid again. I can't really force- well okay, I mean I can force him but he'll be really annoying after that." He smiled fondly.

Marco laughed softly, "That definitely sounds like me and Thatch. I can kick his ass, and I can order him, but then I have to deal with him moping, and making my life miserable if I mess up."

Roxas smiled brightly and took another big drink from his cup. He leaned forward a bit with his arm around Marco's neck loosely in more of a hug. He found himself feeling like he trusted Marco a fair bit even though he hadn't spent much time with him before.

"I just don't want him to complain when I beat him up. He would, I think. I'm going to help him with his keyblade!"

Another laugh, "Thatch fought me with his darkness before, but I still made him surrender. I couldn't bring myself to keep fighting beyond that," another head pat for Roxas. "So he has one of those too? Does everyone in your world fight with one?"

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