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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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[For a long while, nothing. She does not want to touch this. Not even a little. There are too many emotions, none of which she can handle right now. So she won't say anything at all and quietly sit in her room, breathing deeply and trying not to panic.

Hours after the post, when she has settled on a more even keel, she will speak.]

Welcome back.

[Her voice is calm if not warm]

If I was you, I would have only felt better by doing that to the guys who took you.

[He prays for all that's sacred that Kotomi hasn't seen that. That she won't see that. If she has... Marco's going to get the beating of his life, even if he can already tell that something is weird, display aside, and that it may be from the kidnap.]

Robin! There you are. I was beginning to think you'd forgotten about me. [Teasing. Obviously.] Are you all right?

The only way I'll feel better doing that is by carving it directly into their hearts. With my talons.

[He says FAR too calmly. With a girn.]

[Definitively weird and wrong. While he doesn't doubt Marco can say and think that -he himself does-, not that long ago Marco was saying that he wanted to cool enough to savor his revenge. Now he doesn't seem too concerned.]

Wouldn't it be more poetic to do so with your beak? Unless you're afraid of poisoning.

Poisoning? No. Just taste. That would take forever to clean off and smell terrible for weeks.

[Ikki just hums at that.]

Where are you?

Is that even possible? [Is that an insult or a compliment? Your call]

How did you find the Malnosso? I was wondering if you'd come back in pieces.

By the fountain.

[Sing song chirping voice:] Why~?

I certainly hope not.

[His grin is lacking in warmth and at that he just loses the grin entirely.]

Depends on what you define as "pieces." I seem to be lacking One Piece entirely. Or peace. Mah, but peace is ovverrated.

They took out my earrings. Bastards.

Well the One Piece isn't yours to take. And you have to create peace yourself.

It's a pity about your earrings but is that the only thing that's changed, I wonder.

[Because he's going to kill you for locking this but doing it on an open place right in front of the school.]

You filtered that but did it right in front of the school? Nice.

[Dripping sarcasm.]

Good. I don't want One Piece, it'd get in the way of the peace. Peace is an illusion forged in the fires of war. A mirage that fades into the sands.

No, not the only thing. [Irritated growl like an angry swan.] They took my tattoo and replaced it with a mockery.

So? They're hardly close enough to have seen anything. You are worrying far too much, brother.

Mm.

[She's not sure what to say about his notions of peace, even if she believes it herself. True peace only means the absence of struggle and the absence of any kind of struggle generally means ignorance or oppression. Perhaps it's the definition of peace which needs to change.]

But you changed it well enough, ne? What do you plan to do now?

Find earrings, seduce you all over again, smoke some cigarettes, eat some pocky, drink the rest of my liquor cabinet that Ace didn't finish off, and finally do my spring cleaning in the apartment to deal with Ace and Sabo's stuff seeing as I'm apparently on a masochism kick tonight. All in that order.

[Suddenly chirpy sing-songy voice.] And you~?

Don't bother to try and seduce me. I'm not interested.

[A beat]

Do you want company as you clean?

[Spock was walking through the town, on his way home from the Dome when he saw....

...Marco?]

Marco! What are you doing? You are injuring yourself!

[Blinks. A moment of silence.]

Not especially. [If he's being more masochistic then staying apart from her is as masochistic as he can get. On the other hand, she's also the last person he wants to see him weak and frail in dealing with Ace and Sabo's things.] But I'd appreciate it if you stop by.

[It's cold. Especially cold for Marco, but also completely honest, almost in a way he rarely shows at that.]

[Holds up a hand. He'll only be a moment....]

[And done. TIME TO SPLASH SOME INK ON!]

Yo. Looks better now, eh?

Then I will. You're not allowed to change anything until I get there. [It's history and it must be preserved.]

If I find that you have it won't be pleasant.

[Growls irritably.] And who gave you that much permission?

I did.

Ace and Sabo are not yours. I am looking after the direct interests of my captain and if you have a problem with it then it is obviously not mine.

[Fortunately, Fattycakes didn't get to see the making of Marco's new tattoo. He's still plenty alarmed nonetheless, though.]

Puuuuuu... Marco, you seem scary today... what happened to make you so scary?

Your captain is not here, and he's been gone even longer than they have. His interests in living in the past no longer concern me, and they shouldn't even concern you.

Do you know me so little that you think I would let any harm come to Ace and Sabo's things? They were nearly the entirety of my world here Robin!

My invitation is revoked. I'll do this alone. And you're wrong. Ace and Sabo are still a part of me, and always will be.

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