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fiery violent pirate babies
Who: The Spade Pirates. Babies.
Where: Somewhere on the ocean, constantly circling the same reef. Babies.
When: May 15th - May 18th Babies.
What: IDK, look at the subject header.
Warnings: Babies.
Style: Action, Log, Babies.
Status: Babies.
General catch-all for baby-things! Make your own threads, babies. /slaps
Where: Somewhere on the ocean, constantly circling the same reef. Babies.
When: May 15th - May 18th Babies.
What: IDK, look at the subject header.
Warnings: Babies.
Style: Action, Log, Babies.
Status: Babies.
General catch-all for baby-things! Make your own threads, babies. /slaps
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[He knows you remember.]
[You suck.]
[Marco grabs a grumpy seat next to Thatch on the deck instead...]
[And then kicks his ass grumpily.]
Haruta already told me you're in the crew.
[You owe him a fight later.]
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Then let's fight, sweet love, and you can try to kick my ass. I'll even be evil and shoot at you or do something like this.
[he sends a trickle of blackness over Marco's skin, up the line of his stomach, but not touching the mark or going near it]
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[First he just scrambles backwards, rolling out of the way, but then he crouches low, eyes narrowed, assessing it all.]
What is that?
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Darkness Devil Fruit. [and he lets it curl from his shoulders, spread from his feet, reaching for but not touching Marco as he seems to sink into the deck]
Gravity, mate. Fate. Destruction. Nothing good will come of it.
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[Shoves Thatch hard!!] It's not for you to decide if nothing good comes of it. Don't you protect your nakama with it?
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Mostly I just whine about it. [he blows out a stream of smoke] But it'd make a great fight, aye? Though I don't know. [he leans back a little and cants his head to the side] Phoenixes are twilight but not full on midnight. You may not be able to warble your way out of it.
[and he imitates a faint Marco warble]
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[He can't keep up with this.]
[1) Stop being Shanks!]
[Which makes him jump a little and hop away sideways... or at least try.]
[2) Just because he knows Thatch knows him doesn't mean he knows Thatch, which is what Haruta warned, but it's confusing, and clearly Thatch has a good joke going that Marco is annoyed he doesn't get yet.]
[3) Wtf is that sound?]
[4) No. Really.]
What the hell is that sound supposed to be?! I don't sound like that! Idiot...
[He wants to kick him off the ship into water, but this guy is a hammer so...]
[A light kick to Thatch's shoulder!]
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And then he thinks of Rayleigh and negates that.
Instead he grunts as he's pushed back by the kick, but regains his footing and takes pity on the poor lost birdling, pulling the darkness back to himself]
You do. You have. But it's passionate.
[and to try to unruffle those feathers a bit more, he begins to hum under his breath an old drinking tune of Pops', so that Marco knows he's harmless and that they have a connection even if he doesn't remember]
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[Except it makes him miss his Pops that much more.]
[It hasn't been that long yet, but it's still been too long and it's frustrating.]
[So Marco sits on him.]
He should get back here already.
[HUFFY. But leans his chin on Thatch's shoulder tentatively to test the boundaries. Since Thatch knows him at least.]
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He'll be gone a while, Feathers. [he passed the cigarette up for Marco to take]
But until then I'll look after you, love.
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[What does he do with the cigarette?]
[Okay he will take it.]
[And suck on the um... filter end. Yes good. He's totes savvy.]
[Totes.]
[And as for the rest...]
[.....]
[He can't whistle with this in his mouth.]
[Or breathe.]
[So he coughs and holds it back for Thatch.]
You can't say words like that, yoi.
[He's not even sure which. Just all of them.]
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Don't inhale the smoke, dearest. Watch. [he'll hold it between his fingers so Marco can see how and pulls the smoke into his mouth before dropping his head back and letting it stream into the air.]
Sexy as fuck. Drives women wild. [and he imitates a short call that's something like a male shaking his tail feathers and telling females to come look at the pretty colors of a healthy male, yoi.]
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[That's weird, yoi.]
That looks stupid.
[STICKS HIS TONGUE OUT! So there. But he kind of thinks it's funny, and it shows.]
[And a head tilt.] How do you know avian?
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It's a mystery, my love. How do people know anything? Maybe I learned it spontaneously on being overcome by your beauty.
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[No.]
[He doesn't buy it.]
[Try a new one or continue to receive this face.]
[FOREVER.]
[:|]
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Nice day for a nap.
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You take naps?
[SILENTLY JUDGING YOU.]
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[Shoves Thatch's face and walks away! WEIRDO!]
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I'll meet you for dinner!
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[direct challenge and he lights up a new cigarette just so you can see the gleam of fire in his eyes from the match]
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[Just because you said!]
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