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[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!]]

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... I don't trust you like this.

[it's the truth and they've gone past any sort of manipulation on her part, even if she can]

But I'm here, aren't I?

[In a manner of speaking]

Do you think that I would hurt you? That I would even be capable of allowing such a thing?

Robin, I--

[He closes his eyes with a frown.] Aye. You are here. But if I scare you so much, you do not have to be. [He clenches his jaw, angry, angry with everything and gets up, takes out the cigarette and tosses it, stepping on the end with his sandal so the sparks won't catch anything.] Very well, I can do this alone.

I won't leave you.

[Said without hesitation. She's been afraid before and though this is different, it isn't entirely. It's too new. She can't tell.]

Marco is Marco [But not Marcchan. Not at the moment.]

[Frowns.] Always.

Do I really seem that different? I cannot tell at all. I remember everything. Home, here, everyone, and everything in between, so how can I be different?

Yes. It's like ...you're a naked sword where before you were sheathed. [even though the blade was always there] I don't really understand it but...it's disconcerting.

And you want my sheath back.

[It's not really a question, though it is posed that way.]

I am angry Robin. Not at you, of course, but I suppose I feel more threatening because of it.

[She considers this. Does she? Yes and no. If he truly feels that way then... but she can't really tell. Even for him...is it good? She sighs. She can't tell]

I know.

[she hesitates a moment]

Will you come down and see me? We can go have something warm to drink, ne?

I would like that, love. [Switches briefly to blue tinged with black wings, and flies on down, offering a blue fiery arm to put around her shoulders.]

Edited 2013-03-29 21:08 (UTC)

[The woman on the roof bursts into a swirl of petals but Robin steps from the shadows to move into that hold. Even if he is strange...he's still Marco. She presses a kiss to his cheek in slight but mute apology. If it's the right thing or the wrong thing it's the only thing she knows to do right now]

Shall we?

Aye, let us. [Beams ear to ear, as happy go lucky as regular Marco would be and he gently nudges her towards the tea shop.] Two coffees then?

Unless you'd prefer something stronger...

[Flirting just a little. It seems like a bad idea but...she can't help but wonder what was the worst that could happen]

Stronger? [Okay you caught him, he can't even hide the evil glint at that.] Aye, definitely that. If you think you can handle it around me.

I make it a habit to be good at handling things. But what will you do if I can't, I wonder?

Oh, a few thoughts come to mind. [He can't look at her at that. Something inside him rails against said thoughts, and even Marco can tell there's something that isn't syncing with his memories here. Robin should always be able to trust him, so why is he hesitant to admit that he'd be anything less than the perfect gentleman. Shouldn't he able to outright tell her all sorts of terrible things to try to make her blush?]

Are you curious? [A slightly sly grin as he glances back at her. He's not even sure if he's asking her permission to flirt, to be honest, or just trying to gauge whether she'll take to flight like a nervous Robin. Since when was his Robin ever afraid of him anyway? Hadn't he been the one who needed Ace's help, not the other way around?]

A little. [She can't read him and its frustrating. Why had he looked away? What did that mean? She kept being thrown off balance. As if what she expected was never quite there]

Will you tell me?

[He grins dangerously and gently presses her against a wall to whisper in her ear.]

I very much would like to see what happens if you let yourself loosen up around me Miss Robin. I can promise a flight to make anything we have done before seem thoroughly grounded in comparison, yoi.

[He's tempting in all the wrong ways. Or perhaps right ones? It's dangerous and dark and his voice is warm in her ear. She shifts slightly against him]

Oh?

[she traces the edges of her nails slowly down the back of his neck]

And if I don't loosen up...what will you do?

[He suppresses a low groan at the nails to his neck and changes it into a seductive whistle in her air.]

I think I can provide more than enough incentive for you to want to, yoi.

[He gently runs blue flaming fingertips down her cheek and chin and nudges her up to kiss softly.] Starting with making every inch of your skin tingle with the feeling of down feathers and being alive.

[She's biting her lip a little, then realizes it and stops. The blue flames tickle in a familiar way over her skin but there's little familiar-- no-- it's very familiar but--different. Edged. A chill goes down at her back at his words that has nothing to do with the air. Yet, she returns the kiss as softly as he does. Giving no more.]

I'll hold you to that then.

[and she scrapes her nails lightly against the back of his ear and whistles]

Catch me if you can

[Marco's own skin tingles at that and he finds himself kissing at lot harder now and leaving a small trail of them down her neck so he can whistle breathlessly.]

I rather prefer to be the wind beneath your wings and give you the warmth enough to rise, but I suppose there is nothing stopping me from catching up to that altitude, eh?

[And if she doesn't stop him and remind him that they are outdoors and quite visible to the general populous which could be a problem (for her, he doesn't care /ahem) Marco will just keep trailing that line of kisses ever further down her chest.]

[She didn't catch all of that. It was difficult but she did at least catch the first part. As charming as it was almost completely syrupy. Some part of the idiot still existed there after all. She arches her neck, allowing him more of it but as he starts to go lower, a hand from her chest pushes his face back. Arms sprout from the ground wrapping around his legs and more arms sprout from those to angle up and pull his shoulders back, three wrapping around his neck. It's a little rougher than normal but at least he's reminded what she can do if she wants.]

I said catch me. [She flicks his nose] Do your best, ne? [and she walks away, still keeping hold of him, wondering how he plans to break free]

Do I get a prize when I do?

[Ah, but evil Marco is a lot more masochistic. Still, he keeps very still for a bit to wait out any temper so she won't try to snap his neck or hurt some other necessary part of him.]

Hmm. I wonder.

[She keeps her grip strong, but a hand reaches up to caress his throat before she turns a corner and they all burst into petals]

[He gulps against the fingers caressing his neck, almost losing his breath in an effort to remain still, but as soon as the hands disappear, he chases after her in a compact phoenix form so he can perch on her shoulders.]

Caught ya, eh. [Flicks his tail back and forth all proud of himself. The tail is still yellow, but his crest which is usually a sunny yellow is currently inky black.]

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