Marco the Phoenix (
fierybluebird) wrote2013-07-14 10:46 pm
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[A: Action has a ridiculously cheerful Marco wandering Luceti, actually walking, not flying. This is because he's walking his Pops' dog. A big white dog with a mustache on its face. The same crescent moon mustache that can be seen on Marco's tattoo. Well they say pets take after their owners...]
[Though I'm pretty sure that's not how it's meant.]
Fetch, Stefan!
[The dog barks and goes bounding after the white frisbee, only to stop as it hits the ground. What you expected him to catch it? Or actually fetch it? No. He gives Marco a quizzical stare instead, like what the hell is he supposed to do with it? Marco deadpans him right back.]
What, you were expecting this? [He holds up a white boomerang instead. And Stefan barks. With a small sigh Marco tosses it, fetches the fallen frisbee himself, and the dog goes racing after the boomerang. Including when it comes back to Marco, who just holds up a hand and catches it.] I don't know if you're just that lazy or he gave you bad habits, eh? [But Marco gives the dog a treat and an affectionate face rub anyway. Seems his Pops wasn't the only one giving him bad habits. In any case, feel free to spot him anywhere outside and stop and say hello or join him, both Marco and Stefan are quite friendly.]
[B. Voice: After fetching food for dinner (fish and mostly vegetarian things, sorry Robin, he's been cooking with Leanne in mind) and stopping to actually return books to the library instead of just stealing them indefinitely like the pirate he is, Marco lazily grabs a spot in the garden near the Straw Hat house.]
Hello Luceti.
I'm Captain Marco, of the Whitebeards, though there's really only me left of us here. I suppose that goes for a lot of the pirates left here, eh? In any case, if you're a lost new feather, give me a call, and I can come flying out there. And for everyone, I pose to you a question.
All worlds seem to have their own ways of preserving history, and some of burying it. In my own world, I think we go for the latter more often than not. Perhaps ironically, one of the strangest things about being a pirate is that we also uncover and preserve a lot of history. Accidentally, or because of treasure and legends. What one pirate might find to be treasure, the rest of the world might see as useless junk. My father was big on preserving history through stories. When you pass on legends, you keep them real in a way nothing solid can. So my question quite simply, is what do you or your worlds do to preserve history and stories? And what do you do if it's destroyed, eh?
Thanks.
[Though I'm pretty sure that's not how it's meant.]
Fetch, Stefan!
[The dog barks and goes bounding after the white frisbee, only to stop as it hits the ground. What you expected him to catch it? Or actually fetch it? No. He gives Marco a quizzical stare instead, like what the hell is he supposed to do with it? Marco deadpans him right back.]
What, you were expecting this? [He holds up a white boomerang instead. And Stefan barks. With a small sigh Marco tosses it, fetches the fallen frisbee himself, and the dog goes racing after the boomerang. Including when it comes back to Marco, who just holds up a hand and catches it.] I don't know if you're just that lazy or he gave you bad habits, eh? [But Marco gives the dog a treat and an affectionate face rub anyway. Seems his Pops wasn't the only one giving him bad habits. In any case, feel free to spot him anywhere outside and stop and say hello or join him, both Marco and Stefan are quite friendly.]
[B. Voice: After fetching food for dinner (fish and mostly vegetarian things, sorry Robin, he's been cooking with Leanne in mind) and stopping to actually return books to the library instead of just stealing them indefinitely like the pirate he is, Marco lazily grabs a spot in the garden near the Straw Hat house.]
Hello Luceti.
I'm Captain Marco, of the Whitebeards, though there's really only me left of us here. I suppose that goes for a lot of the pirates left here, eh? In any case, if you're a lost new feather, give me a call, and I can come flying out there. And for everyone, I pose to you a question.
All worlds seem to have their own ways of preserving history, and some of burying it. In my own world, I think we go for the latter more often than not. Perhaps ironically, one of the strangest things about being a pirate is that we also uncover and preserve a lot of history. Accidentally, or because of treasure and legends. What one pirate might find to be treasure, the rest of the world might see as useless junk. My father was big on preserving history through stories. When you pass on legends, you keep them real in a way nothing solid can. So my question quite simply, is what do you or your worlds do to preserve history and stories? And what do you do if it's destroyed, eh?
Thanks.
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. . . Did everyone still stick together?
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My Pops... trusted me to pull everyone out alive.
His final order to me was not to seek vengeance yet, but to protect my brothers instead.
Aye, we got out together. Where we go from there... [A sigh.] We won't be the best or the strongest anymore, but so long as they're still happy and living on as best as possible, then I've done my job right, I think.
I hope.
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His response comes as even and cheerful as his earlier replies.]
You have. To be able to live a happy life is the greatest accomplishment, you know.
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The seas are always changing. That's exciting, don't get me wrong, but those that sail them change rapidly too, eh? Most people who want a family don't become pirates. They settle down for a quieter life. And most pirates don't want a family or they'd retire. They'd be very unlikely to then become the strongest pirate in the world.
Most people who get into piracy do it for goals like power or money, not because of freedom and already being an outcast.
But that's why I love my Pops so much, he wasn't like that, eh.
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Ah, I see – he was different from the rest. [There's a pause as he nods to himself.] I don't know much about pirates, but I can understand that. It's the ones that are different that leave the strongest impression.
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[A distant note as he thinks on his father, and the world in general.]
Pops was the best. [A reaffirmation, but the man meant everything to him.]
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[For him, that "best" makes a precious anchor that spurs motivation in others. Everyone should have such an anchor.]
I was told that pirates are bandits on sea, but even they deserve someone like that. Everyone does.
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[Color him surprised. Though he shouldn't be, he reasons with himself.]
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He was able to create earthquakes and tsunamis, but he was always very careful about it because he understood the consequences it would bring.
Only a fool doesn't respect the sea. The weather itself has been the downfall of most big name pirates who overestimate themselves.
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Someone else has the power now, so I'm not looking forward to dealing with those consequences.
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If everyone has a single good quality inside of them, he has none. He spent decades pretending to befriend and love his fellow nakama like family only to stab them in the back and use them as a stepping stone for ambitions and powers that he always said he never had.
There's only one rule pirates, all pirates follow, and that's to never ever kill a fellow nakama, and he broke that. Then killed his own father while calling him Pops.
There isn't a torture imaginable worse enough for what he deserves.
[Marco has um... strong feelings about Blackbeard.]
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But Oscar can understand it, can try to understand it. He comes from a secluded population, where each and every member counts as a gift. To even think of internal murder is unheard of.
Yet that doesn't stop it from happening, does it?
Ugly memories.]
I understand. It's a difficult sin to forgive.
. . . Maybe not even forgivable, after all.
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