fierybluebird | [Video/Written] For Whom the Bell Tolls

[Marco's a little wearier than normal, his voice is composed and deadpan, but his overall amusement is clearly worn a little thin today.]

Thanks to everyone who joined in the dodgeball tournament, eh? It was a lot of fun, and if you missed out, keep an eye on the next S.O.S. Brigade event, I'm sure it'll be a blast. [ooc: It's still going on! Feel free to join in!]

My littlest brother's been taken by the Malnosso, so if anyone's still looking for New Feathers, keep an eye out for Sabo too please. Hopefully he'll be returned soon.

It got me thinking though, about a poem I found by John Donne.

For Whom the Bell Tolls
by John Donne

No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manner of thine own
Or of thine friend’s were.
Each man’s death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.

The smartest woman I've ever known said once that we're all connected here. Friends, allies, or enemies, we do all have in common that we're trapped in this enclosure together, for better or worse. It's something to think about I guess.

It's nice having a lot of books from other worlds to read, eh. Does anyone else have a favorite poem they'd like to share?

[The following is filtered from Ace 75%:]
I have a favor to ask of all the cooks in the village. Or rather, of any of the cooks in the village, or anyone interested. Ace isn't alone in having a rough time here lately, so I'd like to do something to help cheer him and the others up. Sometime before Christmas if we could all throw a feast and come together, I think it'd be good for everyone, eh? We could have cooking contests for amateurs or try new recipes or anything. Anyways, if you think it's a good idea, and you're interested, let me know.

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May I ask why, or is that too personal?

It's safer here for them?

[Questioning pause, but seeing as his brothers are dead in their world, Marco really does get it.]

Then I hope they come... Although, it's a dangerous thing... that hope. I can't let myself dare hope for my father to come.

[He'd want it too much.]

I cannot say any more, but yes. The situation I come from is not ideal for anyone.

[Hope's Peak Academy. "A “culprit” who kills a fellow student will graduate the school. However, they must not let any other student know they are the culprit." They've already lost five. Sakura did not know them well...The idol. The model. The pitcher. The hacker. The gang leader. Five people dead, and who knows what else is in store for them?

It's not her place to spill the rules about Hope's Peak Academy. At least, if she's the only one here, it doesn't feel right to give details about her world when none others are present.]

I am looking forward to your feast, Marco.

Yes, that sounds like a very good idea!

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[...And then she's a little confused.]

Why don't you know what he'll look like?

Nay, nothing personal. I like the shape of the words.

[It is something he has never done himself; he's always been far too calculated.

Though he did so when he was not himself, and that he will keep secret.]

You really won't mind? [ Not that Keiichi's a rowdy kid in any way, but yeah.. just making sure. She's never had much help offered to her back home, after all. ]

I don't particularly mind looking after him, but I figured he might want some more people to talk or play with than just me and Minato.

[Wry grin.]

It is rather lyrical. Mah, I suppose most poems are more focused on the darker sides of life. I wonder why. Maybe it's something to do with the poets themselves, eh.

Excellent. I'll count you in for the help, eh?

And because sometimes the Malnosso return people looking completely different. Like one time I was a little kid, and recently Robin was turned into a cat.

[Deep bow, because Marco is so dramatic.]

It'd be an honor.

Besides, maybe I can teach him to play cards or something. Got anything you enjoy playing yourself?

Oh, do you find that sentiment a dark one?

The T.S. Eliot excerpt, aye. And I was trying to think of something lyrical, but less dark, only I seemed to hit a brief wall.

My girlfriend tends to have a morbid sense of humor though, so a lot of the books I was reading though were more in that vein. [Holds up a book of Edgar Allen Poe.]

There were a bunch of poems in a book a friend gave me recently: Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll.

How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!

How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spread his claws,
And welcome little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws!

Ironically that one's less creepy than the supposedly correct version he's got in there. [Even if it does remind him of his enemy, Sir Crocodile.]

How odd. I don't find it dark at all.

[Huh. Perspectives perhaps.]

It sounds like nonsense verse... which has its own charm I suppose.

Not really. [ did you expect any other answer, Marco.. Ange is a party pooper for life, okay. ]

Don't let him learn something like gambling though.

Of course not.

There's nothing much to gamble here anyway, eh.

It is in a book well-known for nonsensical themes, but I'm not sure a crocodile cheerfully luring in fish is actually as lighthearted as it sounds.

Thanks Sakura, I'm thinking sometime a little before Christmas, eh? That should give me enough time to set it up, at least.

I'm glad to hear it Princess.

I wouldn't be much of a bird if I couldn't sing after all, eh?

(Okay, he seems to be very proud of himself and she couldn't help to smile even more.)

And that makes me glad to hear that you are glad.

I know that there are some birds that can't seem to sing very well but yes, I think that as well.

(One final hair pet before withdrawing her hand.)

Hopefully the one that will hear you sing it will enjoy it as much as you did.

Oh, believe me. I'm fairly sure that if people wanted to gamble here, they would find something to gamble with. No matter how weird.

[ Says the girl who's played card games before where the odds were practically who would have to wear a maid outfit for a day. Yeah. Hypocrite. ]

Your welcome if you wish.

[Though she's not in the particular mood for that, she'll indulge you for a little while]

If you think Firefist-san won't mind...

Let me handle Ace, eh.

I'll be over in a bit.

[He's not actually in a flirty mood, so much as he just wants phoenix snuggles and soothing pats to his head and to be reminded that he's not a terrible big brother.]

I'll be here whenever you need me.

[You might notice a slight wince, so quick you might miss it. Why is it so easy to say this to Marco but her own nakama....]

[He does catch it and pauses.]

Something amiss?

[Part of him was ready to let it slide, to not call her out on it, but his instincts tell him not to do that this time. Not if he really cares, and he does.]

I'll see you when you get here, Marcchan.

[She ends the feed. She doesn't want to get into it. Not now. Not like this. Perhaps they can sort it out when he arrives but before then, this is for the best]

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