Sending a Message

[fierybluebird]

Who: Spades & anyone who hops over
Where: The quickly ruining ashes of what once was a naval base + at sea with the Spades, Luffy, and anyone coming back with Logan and Rogue // AKA: THE SUN, THE MOON, AND THE STARS!
What: Coldly angry Marco lets all the navy men go free and makes sure they have enough supplies to sail with, but makes it clear he's burning the base down into the shape of a spade "to send a message"
Warnings: UH VIOLENCE? JUSTICE LECTURES? At least he's not feeling too bloody and murderous, but maybe that's worse, oops.
Status: Open!



See also this post and remember that Marco's usual reasons for holding in check (ie: Thatch, Nico Robin, Namur, Roxas) are gone or, in Marco's opinion more reasons to cut loose. Feel free to smack him upside the head, he won't retaliate.

Comments

[fierybluebird]

[At first he's resisting the urge to smack Logan in the back of the head.]

[But then the more he thinks about it, the more he decides to up and do it.]

[Logan can heal it anyway.]

[Smack!]

And I promised my Pops to try to keep my brothers out of trouble. And I'm still convinced they decided to run off and get themselves kidnapped by slavers on purpose to free the others, yoi.

You can only do your best Logan, and you can't be everywhere at once.

[fierybluebird]

Good.

I can't tell if mine is weakened here, eh. It feels the same. [Pokes Ace's cheek to test his patience. What? It's a legitimate strategy.]

[fierybluebird]

He was brilliant.

Besides, if you drink alone, you have only your own thoughts and no one to bounce them off of. Except Pryde, and she can't tell if you're being an idiot.

[donthithimintheballs]

[He kind of jumped at the smack to the back of the head, and looked like a startled dog for a moment.]

[Man, when WAS the last time someone did that to him?]

[... no really, honestly, it surprised him.]

[He rubbed the back of his head, scowl starting to sink in now. Hey, that was uncalled for.]

I know, I know... ya can't keep all promises, but this one aint the same as protectin' her. I can't... protect her. [his promise is worse, he thinks. His was he'd kill her again if she started to hurt anyone. If it meant the destruction of everything.] I just gotta make sure she's... not out there.

[note: he might have taken a step back from Marco, in case he tried that smack thing again]

[donthithimintheballs]

[Pryde can to tell if he's being an idiot. She swiped at Marco for that comment, purring loudly thought.]

[Logan snorted] So drink with me for a bit. [he doubted it would happen, but he shrugged anyhow.] It's not like it stays in my system long anyhow. I just like that I can ignore... thoughts instead of thing them with it.

[crackpotcrocker]

Yes - fairies! [Crocker eyes her and he wonders if she knows what those are exactly.]

Ten- point buck?.. Do you mean deer?!

No, can't say I've done that kind of hunting. Why do you ask?

[tactilelearner]

'M just wonderin' if you're any good at actually shootin'. Y'know, the non-accidental kind.

[And judging. She might be judging, too.]

[crackpotcrocker]

[Denzel picks up the rifle and aims carefully at the cork on the side of the barrel with the booze in it. Which pops off because of the bullet.]

Answer your question?

[The man states rather harshly. Crocker can aim well if he maintains his sanity enough.]

[tactilelearner]

Y' almost put a bullet in me, I'm allowed t' wonder.

[She crosses her arms in front of her, head cocked. Perfect "teenager attitude" pose, and she doesn't care in the slightest.]

[crackpotcrocker]

[Denzel watches the booze bubble out of the barrel and presses his glasses onto his face and gives Rouge a nervous laugh.]

SORRY!

Suppose I should had asked first before putting my finger on the trigger.

[tactilelearner]

First thing Mr. Davies taught me 'bout handlin' a gun--

Never put your finger on the trigger 'less y' wanna fire.

[crackpotcrocker]

[Denzel continues to laugh nervously and twiddle his fingers slightly on the side of the rifle.]

Mr. Davies?

And - I thought you where invading the ship?

[The man didn't recognize her and well jumped to conclusions.]

[tactilelearner]

Caldicott County Sheriff. Where I'm from.

[She shrugged her shoulders, watching him.]

An' y' might wanna check next time. Don' think Logan'd like you too much if y' shot me. [Namedropping because if the guy's got brains, he'll be wary of Logan? Maybe. Okay, yes. Definitely yes.]

[crackpotcrocker]

[Crocker nods in agreement. That just may be a good idea!]


You don't have to tell him this, right? [Right?!]

[tactilelearner]

[Oh, that's a nice reaction. She doesn't smirk at all, no.]

Nah. I won' tell 'im.

[crackpotcrocker]

THANK YOU!

[How does he even body twitch like that?]

[hiken]

[It made him happy, but part of Ace felt irritated that Sabo took his Mera Mera. Not because he felt like it would have been copying, but because he had hoped, the moment he realized he was alive, that Sabo would be the one to save them from drowning.

Now, that couldn't happen.]

That idiot... Now, who'd save us from drownin'?

[hiken]

[Ace immediately blew a little smoke at Marco from his pursed lips.]

Yeah. I remember you flyin' off as long as you wanted, but you can't get far, anymore. It kind of ruins our ability to scout.

[hiken]

[Ace had very little to say to that. He came from a profession in which he had to be willing to grieve only for a short amount of time. As such, he couldn't properly express his worry.]

...Did she love you back?

[It was a bad question to ask, but then--Ace didn't know about things like romance.]

[fierybluebird]

You noticed that?

[A blink. He knew Thatch probably had, but for Ace to...]

[Ace gets a quick glomp.] I have the best captain.

[hiken]

Well, I haven't seen you-- [He was glomped--his hands raised a bit to make sure molten gold didn't fly around.]

--I haven't seen you fly around nearly as much. I know you'd scout more if you could.