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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.

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So you say. Maybe you just convinced her to do another countdown until she cut you into slices.

[He shifts and crouches a little unconsciously. No, he's not getting sleepy up here on his brother's shoulder, shut up.]

I certainly hope so.

She's sexy when she's violent. [Have some headpats despite that disturbing statement.]

Why am I not surprised to hear you say that.

[He shakes his head trying to avoid the headpats for a moment before he gives up.]

[Damn right you better give up and accept those head pats!]

Because I'm such an openly masochistic man that she even claims that's why she likes me?

[GRIN.]

[He hates you, brother.]

I don't think she liked it when you carved a new tattoo on your skin with a knife.

[Guess who missed the point completely.]

Edited 2013-10-05 22:21 (UTC)

Aye, that's true. But I don't think it was because she wants to be the only one to cut me up.

I made it up to her though.

[An evil evil leer.]

All three of her.

[That's actually good enough for Ikki to get it. Or rather, get that there's something to it, have a phoenix giving you a weird "what are you talking about" look.]

Did the Malnosso get her too and divide her into three?

Nope. Her devil fruit lets her multiply body parts.

It has some very interesting uses in the bedroom. [NOD NOD.]

[IF YOU CATCH HIS DRIFT.]

[WINK WINK.]

[He isn't sure he wants to catch Marco's drift. The bird narrows his eyes as he glares at Marco.]

The... Bedroom?

[His voice sounds as if Marco is about to step on a land mine.]

[A head tilt from Marco and he gives Ikki a single finger head rub on the top, as soothingly as possible.]

What's wrong?

[He doesn't fight the head rub but he doesn't look soothed at all.]

What were you saying about the bedroom?

[He tries to keep his tone calm, really. Maybe it's not what he thinks. It can't be what he thinks. Marco isn't like that, he wouldn't do that, he always makes clear that he loves Robin. So probably he's just being paranoid. He can't keep the poison out of that last word, though.]

[A small laugh.]

[Marco doesn't get it. What the hell is Ikki thinking? Clearly Marco will reassure him.]

Her devil fruit has some wild uses there. Mah, I can't go too into specifics or she'll kill me, but multiplying herself is one of my favorites, eh. [COMPLETELY UNABASHED.]

And giant limbs never gets old either, eh?

[Marco uses reassurance and humor. It's totally ineffective.]

And for what exactly do you want those "wild uses"?

[Still on that landmine field, Marco. But no. No. No. No. No. It's impossible, Marco isn't like that. He isn't.]

You always say that you love her.

[Is that a reminder to Marco or to himself?]

Sex. [Cat's out of the bag now.]

I do love her. [Marco carefully picks Ikki up and sets him on the of his head, knowing full well that the highest point of a person will always feel safest. But he carefully holds onto Ikki's chest and soothingly strokes the phoenix breastbone as comfortingly as he can. Half of him still expects razor sharp talons to dig into his scalp though just from what he can feel of the tension from Ikki.]

For her sense of humor most, and brains second, personality and strength next, taste in books and flowers, loyalty, protectiveness, how she loves cute things, and her body and devil fruit on the list too. [And Marco misunderstands the problem, but he tries to fix it.] In my world, devil fruit users are sometimes considered monsters for their devil fruits. I like that about mine, but it's still nice to have someone else love that side of us too, so I think she enjoys the chance to use it in such a way, as much as I love her using it. Is that what you're worried about?

[Ikki is honestly not aware of himself for a moment. The moment that word comes out everything else Marco says and does is completely ignored as the phoenix bird stills, tense as if he was a stuffed animal or something. He snaps out of it at the last part, when Marco reaffirms his love for Robin, and just as Marco expected there are talons scratching him as Ikki fights to get away from the other's hold.

The bird screeches and fights until he's able to fly away and land on a branch, high above the other. Away from Marco, and it's probably a good thing that he's currently a bird as his form tones down the expression of complete disappointment, anger and pain he has when he looks at the other.]

You love her? Don't make me laugh... Then why do you want to do that to her? Why do you want to... Have sex with her?!

[The level of anger, hate and poison on Ikki's voice right one is one that hasn't been heard in Luceti for a long while. As if he had calmed down, as if he had healed, but he didn't, it was all just buried deep within. Marco would be able to recognize it, it's the same tone Ikki used to talk about Mitsumasa Kido.]

Because I love her.

[There's a growl and Marco goes over to the tree where Ikki is.]

[Only to hold out his arm high and steady for Ikki to come land on when he was willing. And his voice is just as steady.]

Explain.

Sex and love usually go hand in hand, so I don't know what's going on in your head, eh.

[Ikki tenses when Marco approaches to the tree, ready to fly for it if the man gives chase. But he doesn't and Ikki relaxes, as much as possible at the moment, which isn't much. If it was anything else he would be more rational, but this is something he has never had to confront, something buried deep down and ignored since forever together with his mother's death and other things. Those weren't even things he carried as luggage, he had buried them down the road and moved on, trying to forget.

And now they come chasing, and if it was someone other than Marco he would fight it, or ignore it, run away even. But it's Marco and even if he heard the man say it himself he still can't believe that he would do that. The bird shakes his head energetically as Marco speaks.]

Hand in hand? No. I loved Kotomi-chan and I never even thought of doing that to her! They don't have to go hand in hand, the people who say that...

[Another shake of his head because he had to be stupid enough to remind himself of Kotomi. He hates Luceti.]

I know what sex really is, don't think I don't just because I have never done it. I heard it all, I saw what it did to my mother, she brought him home because she loved him and he had sex with her, and all she was left with the next day was a child who still didn't know who his father was, another one being formed inside her and pain and regret! That's what sex is! When you love someone you "make love" to them, not have "sex"!

[The explanation probably sounds childish, because it's basically a child what's saying it, or at least a child's thought pattern because the adult was never forced to deal with that.]

I see.

[Marco sits down at the base of the tree with his back to the trunk to wait for Ikki to choose to come to him.]

So then sex is only using each other for something, but then what is making love instead?

Edited 2013-10-06 01:02 (UTC)

It's not using each other! He used her, that's all there is to it.

[All his mother wanted was a father for her kid, to have back in her live the man she loved. She didn't "use" Mitsumasa, she was the one used and discarded.

He still refuses to come down, crouching a bit on the branch as he answers the question.]

I don't know. I have never seen it, but it's not sex, it's completely different. And it doesn't hurt anyone.

[Welp.]

[Now you've lost him a bit.] "Making love," is usually just another way of saying sex, little brother.

I don't hurt Robin, ever. I would sooner lose my left wing and never fly again. For all my jokes about being a masochist, I would never hurt her back, eh.

When we're together, in sex, or anything else, it's because we enjoy each other's company in every way possible.

[Yeah, no, that doesn't make sense. Have a bird just looking at you, trying to process what you said or find a way to say just how little sense that makes.]

[He sprawls and lays back in the grass with a quick pat to his chest gesturing for Ikki to come land, and a whistle for Stefan so he can use him as a pillow.]

Sex isn't meant to be one side using the other and one partner getting nothing in return, eh?

Sex should be fun for both partners. Making love is just what really shy people call it to dress it up. "Fucking" is the more guttural term.

But even whores ideally get something out of it. Either money, pleasure, or something they want. If only one side gets something, it's rape.

And I wouldn't ever. I have more self respect than that, and I wouldn't find it fun anyway.

[Ikki shifts on his branch for a moment, looking down at Marco and listening before he flies down and lands on the other's chest. His eyes aren't convinced yet, but at least he's not riding the high rage wave anymore.]

Are you trying to have children?

[Totally a logical question here.]

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