fierybluebird | [video] Back with the chocobos / All the jokes

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[video] Back with the chocobos / All the jokes

[In a scene that might be familiar to some, Marco is back in the barn, with five baby chocobo. Not quite so baby now, he might be able to fit one of them in a bag on his back, but not all of them. He can't even fit them all under one wing, but that's all right, the others he's dealing with in different ways. It might not be immediately obvious, but the loss of Ace is hitting him hard. Normally he'd go into a rage to kill things, but he doesn't seem to feel it's worth it.]

Ace's name is up on the memorial wall. He might come back... I hope so.

[There's a much too long pause in which he looks a world away and scoops up a chocobo fitted with a Spade collar.]

Ah so how about some bird jokes, eh?

You've probably all heard this one: Why did the chicken cross the road?
To get to the other side.
Why didn't the turkey cross the road?
He didn't want to be a chicken.
Why did the ducks cross the road?
To prove they could do it better than the chicken.
Why did the chicken cross the road twice?
It was a double-crosser.
Why did the rooster cross the road?
To prove he wasn't a chicken.

A phoenix walks into a bar filled with a bunch of turkeys. He gives them a polite nod and then buys everyone a round of drinks. They crowd around their new friend and offer some peanuts. "Gobble gobble gobble?" they suggest. "No thanks," he politely declines, "I'm allergic." They offer him pretzels. "Gobble gobble gobble?" He takes a few of those and they continue on for hours. Eventually they run out, and just as he was about to leave, they look him up and down and ask, "Gobble gobble gobble?" He gives them a horrified look and explains, "No way! I'm not into that!"

Why did the marines arrest the turkey?
They brought it on suspicion of fowl play!

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[gfdksjgfd-- NO HE MUST BE...CHILL.

So he attempts to tease/joke about that nibbling yes]

If Marco will let me...

[Small sigh and pulls back, waving a hand magnanimously as if to say "Be my guest."] What can I get you love?

[A CUP OF LOVE no Japan is so boring]

Ah... More tea would be nice.

[He'll get him a cup of love at the same time.]

As you wish. No salt while I'm doing this. I've got my startle reflex kicked up high, I'll notice. [Smirks quietly despite the warning tone.]

[Slouches a bit.]

Marco is so cruel... [But he's not serious. STILL. SALT. D:]

Yes I know. [Smirks nonetheless.]

[Just sits there with this sort of face. Awww man.]

[Returns with tea and spontaneously turns into a phoenix to flomp into Japan's lap on his back, birdie feet sticking up.

Totally normal by the way.]

[Oh gosh there is a Marcophoenix in his lap... Pets.]

Is this sort of position comfortable?

[Coos happily and shivers in bliss at the touch, before nodding happily and explaining in phoenix that yes, when he gets pets, it is. And he leans up the long swanlike neck to give Japan a phoenix kiss on the cheek.]

[A soft chuckle.] I will take that as a yes.

[He continues to pet for a little but eventually reaches over to take the tea with both hands.]

[Snuggles into Japan's lap lazily and tries not to get depressed about missing Ace again. At least not visibly.]

[Sips his tea and glances down at Marco.]

It is difficult to know what is on Marco's mind when he is like that.

[Siiiiideglance. That was the point Japan.]

Crooo?? [Tries to play innocent.]

[He knows this much >:T]

Ah, I thought that this was the point of sharing tea... [sips]

[Guilty sideglance the other way and switches back.]

I miss Ace. Sorry. He should be here still, damn it. I feel haunted and I don't even have his ghost to talk to. Though if I did... I know it wouldn't help. [Just slumps back down sinking into his arms and Japan's lap.]

[He slowly moves to set his tea down after watching Marco, and then rests a comforting hand on him. This couldn't be helped. Nothing he could say could help, but... He understood this pain too. Maybe not as much as Marco, but he still understood it. He missed Ace too. What could he even say?]

Ah, yes... Surely he would tell Marco to stop missing him and enjoy his life. But to stop missing him is unrealistic, I believe. [A pause.]

Would a shrine of some sort help?

[Shakes his head no.] I have one back home. Maybe it would help Luffy, but it seems like if we do that, we're saying he can't come back here either and...

[Figdets and rolls back onto his back, switches into a phoenix to get comfortable and then back out of it in a burst of blue flames.]

I think I'm mad at him. Or maybe I just want to be so it doesn't hurt, eh? [And probably because Marco refused to be mad at him for other reasons so might as well pick the reason Ace had no control over.]

I need... to know what's going on with you. Ah like... how this teatime usually is. [Not in the sense where Marco often tried to help fix it, but more in that Marco couldn't take focusing on trying to find a way to bring Ace back if it was very likely impossible at this time.]

[He frowns worriedly. He can understand this feeling, but is it really okay to just keep on like this? Distracting him?]

I do not believe avoiding it is quite healthy...

[Grits teeth.]

Then what do you want from me?

[He moves a hand to stroke under Marco's chin in an attempt to soothe him. That sort of tone...]

I want to help Marco accept this sadness instead of allowing him to hide from it. Avoiding this sort of thing will only enable it to swallow you.

[Slumps back down again, the touch under his chin serving to soothe the rage.]

It's not fair. And it's useless to say that. He deserved more. Do you know right up until the end he seemed surprised that we'd all drop everything and come for him? And even here. He never got it! He couldn't believe anyone would want to be in a different world for him. And maybe it's just he doesn't want that guilt or pressure or responsibility, but I don't get it. He was a division commander and took on things that weren't his responsibility at all. Always so damn frustrating. And I miss him. It's so incomplete. He got his dream, but he didn't even get time to enjoy it. And here, all his friends except you went home. Bellandy, Sweden, Jon.

[Clenches a fist and quietly seethes, the rage all winding back up and into a bottled only to corked.] I hate it. The only thing that would help is killing Akainu a thousand times over and I'm sick of everyone else claiming dibs. [And then there was the issues that Marco couldn't go on a single-minded suicidal mission to kill the man while he had too many others to look after.]

It was better here and he still just... Not enough. He deserved more. If I could give him my life, I would... so why can't it work that way? [Why did he have to feel like that if he couldn't do anything with it?]

[His heart sinks during a certain part of that speech for more selfish reasons, but he blinks it away and sideglances, trying to think of how to reply.]

I believe he understood. Ah... that is... I believe there was a point here where he discovered that others could care so much. [A quiet pause.]

It is just his nature to wish for your sake rather than his own... Isn't it? Even if he understands that he is cared for, he cares for Marco and the others, as well.

[Ironically that was the sort of thing Marco wanted to know about from Japan so that he'd have some motivation for himself to stop feeling this way.]

Big damn hero. [Possibly the only time ever anyone will hear Marco say something remotely negative about Ace.] I'd rather have my best friend back. Why couldn't I... [Shoulders rise and fall and he starts crying. Was he just useless to protect them? To stop them from being sent back? He couldn't accept it. It was too low of a standard and Marco demanded better of himself. He had to, so he would. That was how it was.] I was really glad he was here. [Was that too selfish? Almost demanding Ace live out a life that even Ace was unsure about. Just so Marco could play like they had more time. Pretend to make up for a mistake he could never repair, couldn't even regret, and even if he had to do it all over, wouldn't be able to change a thing.]

I'm sorry. [Mumbles childishly and hides in a wing.] I am stronger than all this. [That he says with a final sense certainty. He knows he is.] And I have no regrets.

[Japan's eyes sort of widen just slightly at all this, but he only shifts to give Marco more attention, staying quiet. As far as Japan was concerned, all this getting off Marco's chest was good. Healthy. Helpful... If painful. Right?]

I am glad he was here, as well. [There's a gentle tone to his voice, and he takes Marco by the chin to make him face him instead of his wing. His free hand thumbs away some tears from Marco as he watches him steadily.]

Even like this, Marco is still strong.

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