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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Tell-tale heart by Edgar Allen Poe? I like that one.

Aye, history I can't wait to see, eh.

[He rubs his chin and then affectionately rubs the scruff lightly teasingly against her skin.] Have you and your crew seen Hand Island yet? It's one of the early ones in the New World.

[She chuckles a little and pushes his head away but teasingly. She doesn't really mind it.]

I haven't seen the New World yet. Not even Fishman Island. [She reaches up and lazily strokes her fingers along the back of his hand]

Tell me about it.

Like how Pineapple island looks like a pineapple from the sky, Hand island looks like a giant hand. I wonder who named those two. Maybe a giant. Or someone who flies. [Mischievous grin. Did he name them? HE WILL NEVER TELL. Just secretly allude to it. For funsies.]

The town is pretty damn friendly, even to most pirates -- so long as you don't create a ruckus, eh? It... was under Pop's protection at any rate. [Shakes his head and leans it a little on Robin's shoulder, trying not to think much of Foodvalten or the other islands to be lost.] The toyshop is pretty state of the art with tops and other things, and the town is good with booze, of course. Mah, but outside of the town, there's a wax sculptor. If you ever do go, Luffy should get a chance to see it. Diego did sculptures of a few of us. Me, Pops, Ace, Vista, Izou, hell even Shanks, Benn Beckman, and Lucky Roux, eh. He was a big fan of Pops though.

[She strokes his head as he leans on her shoulder. She wonders if he's thinking of how unprotected it is now. How much more chaotic the New World will become.

It doesn't even occur to her that he might have named them. There are many things which fly, not all of them birds. It's more likely, though, it was mapped by skilled cartographers and they noted the similarity]

I suppose Whitebeard inspires fanboys everywhere. I look forward to visiting.

[it seems like a likely place they will go. Maybe even claim like she hears happened with Fishman Island. It makes her proud in a way. To become the defender of the seas. What a strange thought]

I wonder if the sculptor would allow me to give you a mustache.

Fanboys, eh? [Swishes his tail back and forth at that, apparently he takes it as a very big compliment.]

Probably not unless you have a signed note and a Whitebeard tattoo, but you're more than welcome to try. If you mail me a request I'll send him the letter with permission personally.

I'll make sure to do that. Don't forget, ne?

[She captures a few strands of his tail and runs her fingers over them. It's so curiously beautiful]

What kind of mustache would you like? And how big?

I won't forget.

[He freezes at the touch to his tail. It's extremely sensitive, and what he uses to guide him, so it's like giving her complete control of his direction. Still, it's nice, so he just calms down with it.]

As big as possible without me falling over, eh. And a white one like Pops. Or you can go creative and surprise me. If it'll make me laugh that's always good.

[As if she doesn't have complete control of his direction already]

Maybe I'll make it look blue and flaming. It has to match, ne? [and she presses a kiss to his cheek.

she continues to smooth his tail in her hands]

Does it hurt you when I play with it?

I like it. The first and only mustache of its kind, eh?

[Shakes his head and leans in a little closer to her.] Ah, no... it's just very sensitive, eh? [He suppresses a shiver.] It's a little hard to explain...

[Blushing a little, yup, it's very sensitive indeed.]

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Try.

[And she brings some strands up to her lips, brushing them against the soft blue while she looks up at him]

[Lets out a very careful small trill of pleasure at that.]

Like a cross between the wind itself taking a very solid grasp and trying to tell me where to go and something immeasurably.... [The blush doesn't fade, even as he tries to distract her nearly poetic words.] Ah... it's exhilarating. And it should be alarming. I guess you grab a bull by the horns, and a bird by the tail?

[He shivers, giving off that he truly trusts her more than he means to. Though whether it's more than he means to trust her, or more than he means to let her know...] It could hurt, but right now it feels closer to sex. Which is... confusing.

[Like she's physically grabbed a hold of the rudder of a ship to direct it as she pleases. But that's the kind of woman she is.]

Is that so? [she trails her fingers along the plumage, gathering more feathers and laying claim to them in her own way]

You should be careful who you tell that to. An unscrupulous woman might use that to her advantage.

[Not that she needs another advantage over Marco, but it's fun nontheless]

Though I'm not entirely sure why it's confusing. Don't birds often use plumage to attract [And she leans over and whistles the word into Marco's ear]

[Sucks in a deep double lungful of air and holds onto it. Right now he barely feels like he can breathe and it's taking far more effort and concentration than it should just to not start chirping and trying to romance her.]

[He leans his head back closer to Robin's, inching even more into contact with the woman, even though there isn't really that much space in between them to begin with.]

All the time~ [He whistles it at first, gulps, takes another breath and echoes it as human, somehow just barely managing to keep his voice even and deadpan.] All the time, but I never have.

And what might an unscrupulous woman do with such knowledge, eh? [There's a low fire burning blue in the back of his eyes, a mischievous glint that says not only does he want to know the answer, he hopes it's something deliciously dirty.]

[He is so easy sometimes. It really isn't fair. Too bad she enjoys it so much.]

You should. I might enjoy it. [As for what an unscrupulous woman would do. She smirks and tugs at his tail lightly and sweeps her other hand around his neck to pull him closer]

Anything she wants.

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