high_seas | Sending a Message

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Sending a Message

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.

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[A: As Marco finishes making the rest of the base into a collapsible spade-shaped bonfire, he wonders idly if it's hypocritical to make his own personal version of a Buster Call. For all that he didn't care if people went free, so long as they were the type to both spread his warning, or at least, cooperate enough to stop immediately endangering the crew; it wasn't exactly out of respect for human life. Quite the opposite really, so far as Marco was concerned it was the very pragmatic desire to ensure that the navy spread stories among their own ranks of what would happen if they didn't cooperate. All while making it perfectly clear that there was indeed an alternative.]

[Ruthless then, was the real word for it. And Marco was fine with that, but he wondered idly how the rest of his brothers might have felt about it. He can't even remember now what Thatch had said that stopped him from sending a deeper message last time. Was it something about Pops, or had things just gotten busy? What with an admiral from their own world showing up, Marco had refrained.]

[He didn't quite regret it now, but he did resent it. And wonder. Had he been more ruthless before, would this have even happened? If he'd sent a stronger message before, would they have known better? At least enough that Marco could be angrier with them than himself.]

[He kicked over a few palm trees and literally broke them down to add them into the flames. He didn't want his message to go unheard this time.]

[B: As the last of the flames smoldered out, Marco sat on top of a stone staircase to survey the ashen spade shape and to smoke a cigarette. He's not angry, and maybe that's the more unnerving part. He has the maps he wanted, but he needs to make copies, and he's calmly sitting there writing notes or maybe a letter, and just waiting for whoever wishes to come find him.]

[C: On the ship, he's dark and silent. Still Marco, still colorful, and sparkly, but obviously not the usual deadpan cheerful jokester. Personally he's glad that Luffy is there so that no one else will notice someone else being quieter now, with two Ds running around, Marco figures it'll be easy for him to blend into the quiet background with their chaos as a cover.]

[Luffy is spending his time either with Ace or lounging around watching the sea go by. He may poke around for a fishing pole or two or even take a nap on deck. Basically anywhere you want to run into him]

[it's night time and Luffy is perched in the crow's nest, looking out at the sea. He's tired but not sleepy. Like something pulling both ways in his mind. He's never been so happy and so sad like this all at once and he's glad to see Ace again but he's also wondering what his nakama are doing. What they're going to do in this world. He feels like he hasn't slept for days but doesn't think he can sleep either, but he closes his eyes and listens to the sea for a bit anyway.]

[Marco's a little surprised to find Luffy on what's supposed to be Marco's watch, but he takes the moment of surprise to assess the kid's haki level instead. Coiled, but nearly even stronger than Shanks' now. Marco just shakes his head in surprise and quietly grabs a seat next to him. Not asleep either.]

Yo.

[He grabs the hat and fixes it. Shanks' hat. How had they all missed the idea that Ace's little brother was the kid Shanks risked his life for? Well, Whitebeard noticed it the second he saw the kid, but Pops had always been perfect like that.]

[He wants to say something about it. About Shanks, and Roger, and Rayleigh. About Whitebeard, and Ace, and carrying on the Will of the D.]

[But that's not the kind of thing that can be said in words, and Marco doesn't really want to.]

[He's better at answering questions anyway. Otherwise... there's too much to consider. That's why he hates Namur and Ace always telling him to share shit. Share what? There's too much to begin to narrow it down. And he doesn't even like telling the truth if he's cornered.]

Robin told me you asked Jinbei to join your crew. Arigatou, eh? I would have loved to have him in my own, but things are going to be a bit messy now, and I would rather he stopped trying to follow through on owing us some sort of duty. It's about time he had fun instead.

[he feels Marco come up, but doesn't recognize it til he sees him. He lets Marco adjust the hat and then straightens and pulls it back to rest against his back where it was]

Jimbe's a great guy. I owe a lot to him. But I like him, too. [he wonders if Jimbe will show up here. That would be kind of fun. There would be a lot to show him but...on the other hand this place could be harder sometimes. People coming and going back and to different places and times.

Well...either way. He smiles at Marco]

Thank you, na. I didn't get a chance to say before, but you helped me out a lot back then.

Edited 2014-08-14 00:36 (UTC)

[Wry grin.]

I think you've got that backwards, little mate. [Smokes his cigarette, but sits next to Straw Hat, looking off into the distance.] Without you Ace never would have gotten all the way to the New World to us, and you're the one who got him free, eh?

Ace woulda gone no matter what. [because that was how strong Ace was. And how cool] But I'm glad he met you guys.

[a moment of quiet then]

He's free here, too.

And after.

Chandra promised to take him, Thatch, Roxas, and me and anyone else who wants to come with them traveling among the stars. And I believe her.

Woah, really?

[that's so cool!]

You mean like the moon and stuff? Does she have a ship with an ugly face in it, too?

[He laughs and shakes his head.] Even further than that. She does it without a TARDIS ship like the Doctor uses. She uses crystals and really weird power energy sources.

So it's a mystery ship. Sounds awesome, naaaa.

[but then he thinks... and asks without looking at Marco]

Can it go other places? Like...we came here?

Right.

But she can't do it yet, and I don't know where she is. I just know she'll be back.

[he nods. She'll show up or she won't. But...if she does]

Can...she go back home, too? [their home, he means]

She doesn't have one.

Not anymore.

I mean ours. Could she bring Ace back?

[The Little Dipper brought a new member of the crew with it. She was all for the crash-course in sailing Logan had mentioned and, from the looks of it, had thrown herself into the work. It was difficult, but that was good. Hard work meant she didn't have to think as much.

But it also meant long hours laboring under the hot sun. She hadn't succumbed to temptation yet, though. Hadn't removed the sheer shirt she wore over the tank top. She didn't want to talk about that yet. She'd told Marco, and... that was that. Everyone else... could wait. And she wasn't going to do anything that required warning them.

Her clothes, mostly, suggested how new she was. How unused to this world and life. But there was a sort of grim determination on her face as she saw the damage and the calling card. It reminded her, in a way, of something Magneto would do. But she reminded herself that these men had been slavers. It eased any kind of doubt or guilt that tried to creep up into her system.

Even once among the others, Rogue doesn't immediately socialize. Not a lot, at least. She keeps her distance, staying on the outskirts. First -- like with the X-Men -- she wants to see how they interact. Learn from their dealings with each other who stands where and in what regard. Figure out what her place is accordingly.]

[Once on the ship, Rogue does keep back, still. But work that needs to be done gets done, lessons that need to be learned get learned, and she does speak to others. Eats with them, too, which is what she's been brought up and further conditioned with her team to see as the building blocks for a group.

You share meals, you bond.

Trust comes later. She doesn't expect them to offer it, and she can only hope they don't expect her to offer it. Not yet, at least. Still, she tries not to be actually antisocial. Just... reserved.]

No.

Time doesn't work like that.

Sorry.

[To get a better look at the burned fort, Rogue climbed the stairs herself. The man at the top of them, she doesn't know, but he's a member of this crew. So, she tells herself it's okay to be in the same space as him. If he wants to be left alone, he'll make it obvious pretty quick.

The burned symbol is one that will stick in her mind. It's a powerful message, regardless of who sees it. Navy or pirate, there will be no doubt who did this.

But to punish slavers and help those taken by them? It's a good thing. She isn't entirely sold on that idea, not at heart, but she instictively feels almost vindicated by what she sees. Part of her feels like it's everything she's wanted. For every insult, every shove, every spray-painted message on lockers, every fight in the school courtyard. This isn't Bayville, and this isn't just about mutants, but it still feels good.]

Yo.

[A quiet drawl and he takes note of the covered up skin. Probably Rogue then. All the same he offers her a cigarette from his pack.] Want one?

I'm going to have to punch Thatch when I find him again. He's the idiot that got me started on this sort of thing. Then again, I'm the idiot who said just because I'm a bird doesn't mean my lungs won't regenerate it. [Which is true, but now it's become a habit whenever he misses Thatch and Fossa and the others.]

[nod. He thought as much but he thought he'd check and see. It doesn't bother him. Cuz right now Ace is here. And maybe he'll be somewhere else one day.]

What were you guys fighting for anyway?

[It reminds him a lot of the first few months Ace was on the Moby Dick actually. Only back then he'd been trying to assassinate their Pops, and then sulking off in corners whenever he inevitably failed.]

[Still, for Marco at least, it was strangely nostalgic, and therefore reassuring. Which is why Rogue gets brought bowls of chowder, probably when she least expects it.]

You're fitting in more than you might realize already, eh.

Marco.

[She recognizes the voice easily. Just like he'll know her Southern drawl. And the fact that she's probably the only new person around. Still, she gives a nod.]

'M Rogue.

[Unlike the others she knew, she made no offer of her hand. For Cyclops, Jean, and even Kurt, the gesture was ingrained. Meanwhile, she'd been taught against it. Even with her gloves on, that wasn't her default greeting.]

Looks like y'all made an impression.

[Gestures a thumb back where they came from.] The navy, you mean?

Mm. Seemed important.

'M used t' new teams, at least.

[She says it as she takes the bowl of chowder and smiles. This place reminds her a lot of the Institute, in a way. Everyone wants to get along with the others on the crew. Sure, she can tell, there are probably disputes from time to time, but that's what family does. And it feels like a family.

Which means she's an outsider again.

Not that she's too bothered by that. She's used to being an outsider, and she went from that to being part of the family with the X-Men. With Logan around, especially, that'll come here, too.]

Y'all've been great so far, takin' me in. I appreciate it.

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