Marco the Phoenix (
fierybluebird) wrote2012-02-19 02:48 pm
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Yo. I'm back. Longest month of my life, including that time I dyed my hair black.
Did anyone remember to water and feed Ace while I was gone? Take him for walks and make sure he got sun and all that?
[There's a pause and the fluttering of wings along with a mutter.] Damn this new book system is strange... [But he speaks back up again trying to sound more chipper.]
So what did I miss? Did the entire landscape change? Any new books about pirates at the library, eh?
[For those who know him well, Marco actually sounds pretty exhausted for a change, and lacking some of his usual ridiculousness.]
Did anyone remember to water and feed Ace while I was gone? Take him for walks and make sure he got sun and all that?
[There's a pause and the fluttering of wings along with a mutter.] Damn this new book system is strange... [But he speaks back up again trying to sound more chipper.]
So what did I miss? Did the entire landscape change? Any new books about pirates at the library, eh?
[For those who know him well, Marco actually sounds pretty exhausted for a change, and lacking some of his usual ridiculousness.]
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[He hadn't known that people could do such a thing. The thoughts of what the Malnosso could do bothered him on a deep, intrinsic level, but he was well aware that what he could do was limited without his friends or his brother there. He maybe could open a portal that crossed through the barrier, like what he'd already seen happen, but he would need his brother and the Eliacube there to do so.
Leaping portal to portal to the upper edge of the barrier was a possibility as well, but he'd heard that people with powers had limits put on them--and jumping so high that he could see the stars when the sun was up nearly killed him before.
Those small hands tighten into fists momentarily as he considers all of this, at his relative powerlessness, at how amazing some people really were.]
...no wonder they're mad at you, then. But you're okay--that's good. That's important.
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