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fierybluebird) wrote2013-02-18 07:49 am
fierybluebird) wrote2013-02-18 07:49 am
Ace and Sabo are gone // Written, Action
[The first few times Marco tries to find his voice, he can't. This is what Robin, what everyone tried to warn him about isn't it? And he didn't listen. He always refused. Even if his father had been here and told him the same things, he wouldn't have listened to him either. At first he tries to seek solace in the rooftop, the memorial for his Pops, but today, not even that is enough. Where can he go other than "home?" And home is no longer CH3. It is still Luceti, scattered throughout his loved ones, but other than Leanne, that describe CH3 now.]
[He opens the journal and tries to speak, but he can't. So he winds up writing instead.]
Happy Post-Valentine's Day to anyone. I hope many happy couples found each other and no one was too disrupted.
[His hand shakes, and then clenches and the pen breaks. Too angry, so much rage. He uses the bottom half of the quill as best as he can to write more.]
My little brothers, [A long pause. He looks up at the flag and... it's not enough. Nothing is.] are both gone. Even knowing that every single day they had here was extra time, and as grateful as I am for that, they deserve more. I can't tell you they've gone to a better place, because they haven't.
[The last thing Sabo saw before his death was fire. And Ace died crying and smiling at the same time.]
But they're in good company I guess.
[Good company? He was jealous of them, still, even now. He had a huge fight with Ace about it, but he was jealous. Ace was jealous that Marco could be with the living, and Marco was jealous that Ace could be with the dead, could protect someone he loved that deeply by dying for them, something Marco never could. It was a dumb thing to be jealous about, but even knowing how infantile it was, didn't make it go away. It's a good time to go get a new pen. So Marco jumps down and goes to the item shop, finds a pen and right there, in middle of the shop, sits down on the floor and continues.]
I've lost a lot of nakama before, but Ace's affected me the worst. He brought with him a new era. He saved the man who will be the New Pirate King and renounced the world's idea of villains and heroes. [Marco sets the book and pen down so he won't break them again and it's all bit before he picks them back up.] In legends, phoenixes are supposed to herald the changing of eras, but I hate it. Mankind's eras in my world are tragically majestic things, but what use are they to an individual?
I'm not going back to the apartment for a long time. And I might move when I'm ready. I took the important things with me, but I'm not going back there.
Luceti is still my home. Make no mistake, I'll fight forever for my right to stay and the right for anyone else who wants to stay. I always will. That's who I am.
[He needs to talk to people, to try to comfort them in the wake of Ace's absence, in the wake of Sabo's, but all Marco wants to do is fly away. It's too cowardly though, so he won't. He wants to switch into phoenix form and stop feeling anything, but that's also cowardly and he know Robin's been trying to break him of the habit.]
If you think you can find me, you can try, otherwise, say the word and I'll come find you. No promises about the state I'll be in.
- Marco
[He opens the journal and tries to speak, but he can't. So he winds up writing instead.]
Happy Post-Valentine's Day to anyone. I hope many happy couples found each other and no one was too disrupted.
[His hand shakes, and then clenches and the pen breaks. Too angry, so much rage. He uses the bottom half of the quill as best as he can to write more.]
My little brothers, [A long pause. He looks up at the flag and... it's not enough. Nothing is.] are both gone. Even knowing that every single day they had here was extra time, and as grateful as I am for that, they deserve more. I can't tell you they've gone to a better place, because they haven't.
[The last thing Sabo saw before his death was fire. And Ace died crying and smiling at the same time.]
But they're in good company I guess.
[Good company? He was jealous of them, still, even now. He had a huge fight with Ace about it, but he was jealous. Ace was jealous that Marco could be with the living, and Marco was jealous that Ace could be with the dead, could protect someone he loved that deeply by dying for them, something Marco never could. It was a dumb thing to be jealous about, but even knowing how infantile it was, didn't make it go away. It's a good time to go get a new pen. So Marco jumps down and goes to the item shop, finds a pen and right there, in middle of the shop, sits down on the floor and continues.]
I've lost a lot of nakama before, but Ace's affected me the worst. He brought with him a new era. He saved the man who will be the New Pirate King and renounced the world's idea of villains and heroes. [Marco sets the book and pen down so he won't break them again and it's all bit before he picks them back up.] In legends, phoenixes are supposed to herald the changing of eras, but I hate it. Mankind's eras in my world are tragically majestic things, but what use are they to an individual?
I'm not going back to the apartment for a long time. And I might move when I'm ready. I took the important things with me, but I'm not going back there.
Luceti is still my home. Make no mistake, I'll fight forever for my right to stay and the right for anyone else who wants to stay. I always will. That's who I am.
[He needs to talk to people, to try to comfort them in the wake of Ace's absence, in the wake of Sabo's, but all Marco wants to do is fly away. It's too cowardly though, so he won't. He wants to switch into phoenix form and stop feeling anything, but that's also cowardly and he know Robin's been trying to break him of the habit.]
If you think you can find me, you can try, otherwise, say the word and I'll come find you. No promises about the state I'll be in.
- Marco
[Voice]
That's how the world government operates.
Ace and I want revenge for our family, but we have to get it from the whole world sometimes.
[Voice]
She's trying desperately to hide how frail-sounding her voice is. It's hard. She's angry. She's angry and sad and wants to stick it to those fucking bastards the moment she gets home, but she won't even remember and that only makes her angrier and sadder. Ugh!]
...I see. Thank you for telling me. You have my condolences for your loss, Marco-san. [And she means that sincerely this time.]
[Voice]
Were you close with Sabo then?
[Voice]
Mm, he was the first real friend I made here. ...He was very special. [To me.]
[Voice]
I think I can understand that then. I'm sorry for your loss as well, Perona-chan. [This time, he's not even tense about it. Just genuinely sad. The world truly didn't understand what it was missing without Sabo, Ace, Thatch, and Whitebeard. And it never would.]
[Voice]
She had no idea...never once did Sabo tell her that, and he seemed like such a sweet and happy child. He was so young, too! Tch, but those self-absorbed pieces of shit, those poor excuses for human beings, what did it matter to them to lay waste to one below them? Disgusting... Truly and honestly disgusting when the word pirate has a better connotation than nobility.]
Don't apologize. Your loss is greater than mine.
[She wants to say something else, anything else, but can't think of the words to say. She needs to just...just take a minute and relax, let it soak in.]
[Voice]
I never even said goodbye. It's such a small thing, but I always refused to, because I never wanted it to be goodbye, eh?
[He's not sure why he's telling Perona, but he's past the point of caring, and no one could really use it against him anyway.]
[Voice]
Her silence lingers, and Perona really doesn't know what to say in response, but she does understand what Marco is saying, at the very least. But that's the reality of life, isn't it? You have to say good bye, even if you don't want to.]
[Voice]
Maybe you can make more friends here. It won't be the same, but it is what Sabo would do. He was even making friends with the spirits, eh.
[Voice]
[Not many, and none really as close as she was to Sabo, but...some. It just hurts more because she was so close to him, knew him before she returned to the Grand Line, and treated him the best out of the people she knew. And he was just going off to die...at such a young age...it hurt. It really, really hurt, and Perona swallows and wipes at the corner of her eyes. That may have been a very quiet little gasp on her end, too.]
[Voice]
I'm glad.
[Strangely that's true though.]
[Voice]
[Perona supposes she can stomach being around him for this. In fact, Marco's never really been too much of a bother, just when he opens his mouth and says unnecessary things to make her mad. But right now, it seems they both need someone they can lean on.]
[Voice]
Thank you Ghost Princess. I'll be at the tea shop if you want to stop by, but don't feel obligated.
[Voice | Action]
[Meaning she'll be taking Cerberus for a ride. Her doggy always manages to cheer her up a little bit when she sees him, and when he gives her a few cuddles. Perona's really not feeling all that hot at all right now, though, so even a bit of affection for the three-headed monster canine isn't enough to wipe away the empty feeling. That poor boy...her first real friend... Why did--those filthy scumbags! It'snot fair!
Perona's grip tightens on her Bearsy doll, and she tells Cerberus to pick up the pace a little as they travel. She doesn't want to get to the tea shop with her makeup all disgusting and runny. No, she can't cry in front of someone like Marco, either. It'd be humiliating. She can't...and she won't.
Sadly, when she arrives at last, she's just wiped her eyes clean of her eyeliner and mascara - she can reapply it later. It was a little too hard not to cry - most in frustration and anger. Tch, the Celestial Dragons...worthless stains on the world...better off dead themselves, if it weren't for the Saving Grace of their precious World Government.]
[Action]
[But to anyone who knows him well enough, it's pretty obvious he's having a really rough day. No tears, but tired. His shoulders are hunched like a man who's carrying the weight of that large and heavy crew, the weight of the islands, the weight of the sorrow of losing the wind beneath his wings. For Marco, he looks like shit. And even scruffier than usual.]
[Action]
Perona doesn't bother introducing herself, there's no need for it, and she can't really be bothered either way. Plus, the Whitebeard Commander looks like he needs a minute to compose himself some. She can grant him that, at the very least. But she will order some red tea for herself.]
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[Even though she was still a little unsure about Ace, he was a decent enough guy, and she never did agree to his execution. Or the reasoning (or sheer lack there-of) behind it. It was a charade, a facade played out by the World Government to tear down a pillar upon the sea. Those fools.]
[Action]
[He blinks a little shutting the tears out and cutting them off at the source. Deadpan, numb, phoenix, he would be aloof and he couldn't be pulled down to where mortals tread.] While it will never feel like enough, I'm still glad they had a chance to share your company as well, eh?
[Action]
Mm...I really only knew Sabo-kun enough for it to really count. [They were friends; Perona spoiled him and loved him very much.] Fir--eh, Ace-san I didn't know very well at all. ...And I think a part of me never wanted to.
[She looks down into her teacup, watching her reflection waver in the hot liquid.] But he wasn't as bad, or as frightening, as I thought he would be. I think I was even beginning to like him...a little.
[Action]
I wish I'd been able to see that when I first met him, but it took me a little while. Pops saw it instantly, eh? I don't even know how. [Though he has some good idea.] They were both a lot like that. And a lot alike for that matter.
[Action]
She's quiet when Marco begins talking about his father, but she does watch him from the corner of her eye. Perona can't say much about Whitebeard as a person, but he was a great pirate, even she can't deny that. It'd be a huge and very obvious lie.]
A pity I didn't have more time to look. ...You're not so bad yourself. Sometimes. Though you still frustrate me endlessly.
[Action]
[Deadpan. He might be lying, or completely honest. It's hard to tell really.]
[Action]
Peh, I wish you didn't.
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