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[fierybluebird]

[It's Marco's voice, but somehow with a darker tint to it. And it looks like his hair's been dyed black? That's not the strangest change though. The tattoo on his chest is completely removed. There's a rough scar where it used to be though, it's not bleeding, but it's clearly still healing.]

Can you believe the arrogance of those fools? First they drag me away, then they removed my father's mark, and gave me a mockery of it. [Oh yeah. He's deadpan, but it doesn't take a lot of knowing Marco to recognize that he is thoroughly pissed off. More angry than he's ever openly shown in Luceti for that matter.] But the joke's on them, oh yes. [His eyes glitter darkly, burning blue for a second, as they might have done before.] Just because my healing is slowed here doesn't make me any less a phoenix. They can remove my tattoos and piercings but that's a simple thing to restore.

Watch and learn fools. Watch and learn.

[LUCKILY the next part is filtered away from kids ten and under, though no doubt many adults would have preferred not to see it either.]

[Marco props the book up on the edge of the fountain, and leans back to lowers his neck into the water and uses a knife to carve an old school manji symbol in it, line by line. Those familiar with the nazi swastika and not the manji symbol might confuse it for that. Marco doesn't make a sound however, but his blood is clearly revolting against the treatment, blue flames trying to battle the water, and the most they can do is hold back the damage. As he finishes, Marco smirks, grabs a bottle of blue ink from a broken pen and pulls out of the water to throw the ink into it. At that he lets out a feral sound, something like a loud crow's caw, and he shakes off the rest of the ink with a smirk, the skin already still stitching over his chest and trying to cover his neck, but hitting a barrier where it's inked.]

[He fiddles with the journal again to turn off the filter and grins.]

There. I don't know about you, but I feel better already! Now who wants to get on my good side and help me find some earrings?

[[ooc: Marco's returned from Mallynap in "evil" mode! He'll have black hair, be a lot more emo/depressed/dark, and comments will come from evilfierybluebird and fieryblackbird respectively!]]

Comments

[evilfierybluebird]

Does anyone ever need that when you ask?

What if I require assistance you cannot provide?

[omg he's being such an asshole I'm sorry.]

[spohkh]

[Spock gave Marco a wry grin.]

Fascinating. There is only one person who has asked me about that same thing.. how appropriate that that person was Robin.

[evilfierybluebird]

There is a reason she owns my heart, eh?

[spohkh]

Indeed... As if you were destined for each other.

[Spock... romantic. It is the Apocalypse surely~

The Vulcan regarded Marco once more... And it dawns on him that this 'shift' reminds him of what happened to Isaac not that long ago...

Curious.]


Very well... I merely wanted to make sure that you were... okay. I will leave you now.

[evilfierybluebird]

[He grins ear to ear at that. Destined? Maybe. He likes the sound of it, certainly, if nothing else.]

Wait... so soon? We have not had a chance to talk since I just got back. Indeed, I never found out how your Valentine's went.

[spohkh]

[Spock lifted an eyebrow...]

I do not know if I wish to speak of that while you are....like this.

However... it did not go as planned.

[evilfierybluebird]

What is the difference other than black hair and the tattoo I already fixed?

[Still, he's disappointed.] No? I am sorry to hear that. May I ask what happened?

[spohkh]

Your personality.... it is not the same.

[Spock sighed...]

Apologies are unnecessary...

I will merely tell you that it did not go well. [Spock was skeptical of Marco right now... and he wasn't sure what the other man was capable of.]

[evilfierybluebird]

I cannot tell.

What seems different.

Hm. And you do not wish to speak at greater lengths about it, correct?

[spohkh]

You forget that I am an telepathic empath. Your personality has shifted into something...

....different.

[Spock shifts...]

I will tell you when you are back to your original self. [Spock was actually kind of sad... he missed his friend.]

[evilfierybluebird]

And just what is so different about it anyway? [He's getting a little annoyed, but he keeps it out of his voice or expressions.]

[spohkh]

You entire demeanor is different... you are not the Marco that I know.

[It was amazing what a missing smile does to someone.]

[evilfierybluebird]

Truly? How strange. I don't remember anything differently.

[spohkh]

[Spock's eyes narrowed.]

What if I offered to escort you to your next location?

[evilfierybluebird]

I would appreciate that. If you would like, we could share some tea.

[spohkh]

[Spock regarded Marco in silence once more....

...then breathed as he stepped forward, his eyes becoming soft.]

Very well. I am amenable to that suggestion... I must admit, that you had me concerned. I had thought the Malnosso altered your personality.

[evilfierybluebird]

If they have I cannot tell. I do not seem to be overcome with murderous rage though, so at least we can rule out having been fed an awful lot of meat.

[spohkh]

[Spock quirked an eyebrow at that statement...


...curious.]

I see. [no you don't, stop lying.]

Shall we? [Spock gestured down the path.] Perhaps I can be convinced of sharing with you what transpired on Valentines...

[evilfierybluebird]

Wonderful. Let us. [Heads off to get tea!]

[spohkh]

[Spock falls into step beside Marco...]

The shift during Valentines' altered my ....control.


I...


I kissed my Captain.

[evilfierybluebird]

But it did not go well?

[spohkh]

Negative...

...I was pushed away. Literally.

[evilfierybluebird]

Perhaps it was just the surprise.

[spohkh]

[Spock is silent for a moment.]


Perhaps....


....However, I believe the term is 'frightened'... I believe I scared him.

[evilfierybluebird]

Really? I would not expect your captain to be so timid with the way you speak of him.