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[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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[Isn't that the same thing?]

I hope they erase it for him...

[Because those are memories she wouldn't wish on anyone.]

Er, how have you been, Marco-sama? I haven't talked to you in a long time...

[Small bow!]

It's my pleasure. I'm glad you're getting along with the beorcs too, eh?

[Okay, so gonna laugh at that bow.]

I have met only one of them in person so far. [It feels safer this way.

She gestures for him to come in more before moving to close the door. Do not want any Beorcs to enter while she is teaching afterall. Also, he room is somewhat of a mess as well as her wings are somewhat stained with many food dye colorings.]

I've been reading TS Eliot lately. You might try that.

Oh? Which one?

[Chipperly comes along, he's in a better mood now, and determined to help her stay in a good mood too.]

[Maybe.]

As do I.

Ah, likewise Princess. I'm all right. I had fun at dodgeball and made a new friend, and an old friend came back, eh?

How about you?

T.S. Eliot? What did write? Other than poems I assume, eh?

A poet entirely. An example:

Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.
What might have been is an abstraction
Remaining a perpetual possibility
Only in a world of speculation.
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.
Footfalls echo in the memory
Down the passage which we did not take
Towards the door we never opened
Into the rose-garden. My words echo
Thus, in your mind.
But to what purpose
Disturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves
I do not know.
Other echoes
Inhabit the garden. Shall we follow?
Quick, said the bird, find them, find them,
Round the corner. Through the first gate,
Into our first world, shall we follow
The deception of the thrush? Into our first world.
There they were, dignified, invisible,
Moving without pressure, over the dead leaves,
In the autumn heat, through the vibrant air,
And the bird called, in response to
The unheard music hidden in the shrubbery,
And the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roses
Had the look of flowers that are looked at.
There they were as our guests, accepted and accepting.
So we moved, and they, in a formal pattern,
Along the empty alley, into the box circle,
To look down into the drained pool.
Dry the pool, dry concrete, brown edged,
And the pool was filled with water out of sunlight,
And the lotos rose, quietly, quietly,
The surface glittered out of heart of light,
And they were behind us, reflected in the pool.
Then a cloud passed, and the pool was empty.
Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,
Hidden excitedly, containing laughter.
Go, go, go, said the bird: human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.
Time past and time future
What might have been and what has been
Point to one end, which is always present.

Her name is Ilyana. She is also from my world.

[HEY HEY NOW! It doesn't work like that! She is the one that keeps everyone in the good mood, not the other way around! But, she is glad that he is in a better mood.]

My apologizes that my room is such a mess.

I'm living in Spock-sama's house! I've never lived in a house before. It's a lot of work!

[She's had to learn how to do dishes, man. Dishes.]

Whoa... That is lovely. Does he have anymore involving birds and trickery thrush?

What, really?

[He's a little surprised, but he recovers quickly enough.] Seems like you're enjoying it though, eh?

Well, the ocean was getting really cold at night...

[And also she's tiny. Did she mention that? Everything is bigger than her now.]

Ah... I'm very glad you moved somewhere warm then! I should have tried to help you find someplace...

But you are enjoying it?

[Does he need to kick anyone?]

Oh! That's good. I met her actually. She's a New Feather like you.

[And he laughs.]

It's no problem, Leanne. Do you need help getting supplies for this place or anything?

She is? I am glad that it seems like she has settled in then as well.

[Okay, the laughter was confusing as well as his response. Really everything about him was confusing. Okay, she guess now is a good time as ever...]

I do but I will be fine.

[A small sigh.]

If.... If I may be so bold as to ask but.... [How to best phrase this?] But why? Why are you showing such kindness to me? Even though you hardly know me or not either a Hawk or a Crow?

I'm glad. She's rooming with one of my most trusted friends in Luceti. They're in this building actually, so it's one of the reasons I thought this place might be okay for you, eh?

[He blinks and has to think that over. He gestures to a chair and whistles.] Mind if I grab a seat?

That's.... a complicated answer. I'm not normally a nice guy, actually. I'm a pirate. But I'm a pirate who defended a lot of home islands of my Pops. Fishman Island, Foodvalten, Samba Island... [He gets distant, thinking it over and shakes his head, switching briefly out of bird tongue.]

In my world, there are only five flying zoans like me. And we wouldn't be able to be friends if we met, because of the pirate thing. [And back into avian with his excitement:] But here I have met two other phoenixes! One is like a brother to me, the other like a younger sister.

I can no longer protect Fishman Island back home, but the princess I mentioned, she's here. And Keimi is another mermaid I protect here. And Robin, my love, she says we're all connected in this place, because we're all bound by being trapped here and facing shifts and kidnappings together. I think she's very much right.

I can't be nice to everyone, it's not in me. But you're a bird like me, and you seemed like you could use the help.

Is it bothersome?

Really? You knew about us and still planned it out?

[That is both amazing and impressive. But at the question, she goes to nod her head.]

Of course you may sit.

[She remains standing and just moves to stand in front of him. She goes to watch him closely, using her powers to see just how much is truth and how much is a lie as well as his emotions during it. Nope, no one has officially teach her that doing this is in fact... A very rude thing to do.

Oh... Okay, now she is starting to feel bad for doubting him a little but.... It was just...

She listens closely until he finishes. She doesn't respond right away before shaking her head as she reaches down to place hand against his shoulder and the other near the back of his head in order to try and place a kiss on one of the pineapple locks of hair and holds there for a few seconds before pulling back.]

No, it is not bothersome. Have no fear of that. I am sorry, I am so sorry that I doubted you. I am so sorry Marco.

[She truly is and she isn't going to hide that. She now owes this man a greater debt to be paid. But now... If he will still have her here, it will be far easier to pay it back. Far far easier then before.]

[Blinks in surprise at the kiss to his forehead.]

[But he laughs quietly at her words and switches into phoenix to give her a hug.]

Have no regrets Princess.

I'm glad that you are not so naive as to trust a lot of help from strangers. Not everyone will be as helpful as I am, and I am still very much motivated by my own selfish reasons.

I don't want you to be afraid of everyone, there are far more nicer people here than in my own home, but many things are more complicated than they seem, eh.

[She goes to let out a startled let out a startled sound as he suddenly hugs her as a phoenix. Eyes widening a little, still not quite used to the contact but... She goes to return the hug, listening to his words. Though for a brief moment, he can probably feel her shutting down.

Not. Use... To being.... The one.... That is comforted...

It takes her a couple of moments to come back but fear not, she still heard his words.]

I am glad that you have forgiven me of my doubt in you. Even if it was for a selfish reason, I saw and sensed no falsehood in either your words or deeds.

...I will have yet to see that for myself. And why should I fear those whom I have forgiven? [And that is all that she will say on that matter. You have to get a stronger Support with her in order to get her to open up to you more.

Though, she does half-close her eyes and just.... Buries her face into those feathers and sparkles of his, while semi-falling into a sitting position on the floor.]

Who was it who said that, about being connected?

And about the cooking thing, you know I'm still willing to help.

One finds birds here and there. He has a wide and interesting range of imagery he employs.

Thanks Chun-Li!

Robin's the one who said it, actually.

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