fierybluebird: [Marco arching an eyebrow leaning on an arm with blue background] (Is that so?)
Marco the Phoenix ([personal profile] fierybluebird) wrote2010-11-30 11:26 am

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[There's a very fuzzy/out of view image of a slightly annoyed looking pineapple-headed guy staring a little suspiciously at his communicator.]

I swear if you're supposed to be some sort of self-suicide method, I'm going to find a way to kick this building down. [The camera tilts all over and then zooms in as the guy figures out it's recording or doing something.] Oh? Like a mechanical den den mushi then? Handy. All right, if there's someone helpful on this network, I could use a little information, starting with where in the New World this is. Or which ocean even. And if there's any WB allies out there, I need to get in touch with Joz or Vista so one of them can take over until this mess gets sorted out.

Thanks, eh.

[Comment Log] Fire Bro's Reunite~

[identity profile] dontcallmegol.livejournal.com 2010-11-30 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Couldn't honestly tell ya what it's made of. {You could probably hear the roar of fire in the background now.

In fact, it really isn't very hard to see the fiery pirate blazing up the street. His skiff lacks one obvious thing, a Whitebeard flag, but it looks pretty similar to the one he used back home. Except this one can go around on land as well as water.

He pulls up to the curb, kicking his flames down to nothing and stepping off the skiff to go greet the elder pirate. He's wearing his black coat with flames adorning the edges, which he pulls off to toss at Marco. It's cold and nasty out after all. It doesn't take much for him to warm himself, in fact, the rain that is still falling is sizzling as it hits him. That coat will be nice and toasty warm for ya.

But there will be one glaring detail about the younger man that may sour this reunion. There's a sizable scar over his sternum and a larger one to match on his back. There are bits of the jolly roger still on his skin, but it's not even recognizable anymore.

He's just grinning ear to ear anyway. Okay so he's just a little smug about his powers but he really doesn't mean to rub it in.}

[Comment Log] We are the hottest pirates around >3

[identity profile] dontcallmegol.livejournal.com 2010-11-30 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
{He doesn't seem to take notice of that hidden response to his scar, he just nods right along to the question.} I'm fine. It's just rain.

{He thumbed southward, back the way he came.} Marshall. Luffy and the others have a place, should be big enough for all of us.

{He then watched the other check out his skiff and smirked.} Thanks, Lucca's a genius. Too bad she's not around anymore.

{He blinks when the other suddenly approaches him and ducks his head a little at the poking, wincing, not that it hurts. He bats your hand away like a disgruntled child.} What the heck, I'm real okay?

{Grin. And just to show you how real he was he's just going to throw his arms around you and give you a big, brotherly squeeze.}

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[identity profile] dontcallmegol.livejournal.com 2010-12-01 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
{He leans into it. Careful there, if he does disappear you'll fall flat on your face ya know.}

Yeah, yeah. I'd say it's been oh... 8 months since I last saw you.

{Fighting for his life and your own. A pause. Scare? He may be alive here but back home he was still dead. He really couldn't blame the pineapple for clinging to the reality he has now though.} Heh, sorry about that. But isn't that what little brothers are for?

Speaking of, {He clapped the man on the shoulder then pulled away.} You should come say hi to mine and meet the crew.

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[identity profile] dontcallmegol.livejournal.com 2010-12-01 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
Just about.

{A small indignant noise as he's poked. He tosses an arm around the man and leads him to the skiff.} Maaaaan I don't know where to even start on that one.

But hell, we can share stories over a couple'a pints. {as in, he's got questions. But he may save those for later and just celebrate having you around tonight.}

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[identity profile] dontcallmegol.livejournal.com 2010-12-01 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
{He indicates the back of the skiff, where you can take a seat comfortably without worry of being burned to a crisp. He then steps into it.} Watch your feet.

Eh, what you see is what you get I guess. There really isn't a whole lot to see unfortunately. We can only sail across the lake. The rest is hard trekking by foot, and yeah, there's monsters. We don't have a whole lot of resources either, the scientists provide us with supplies and food to just barely get by. Unless something big happens and they cut and run. Then we're screwed.

Which, that happens once and a while too. We get invaded by monsters or ...military. The guys that attacked were kinda like this worlds version of Marines. Or we get hit with a blizzard or something. {Hahah, yeah, your bro almost died of hypothermia trying to play the hero without his abilities. Good luck getting him to admit THAT one.}

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[identity profile] dontcallmegol.livejournal.com 2010-12-01 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
Pirates? Aside from stealing people and stuff from other worlds, nah, they don't get out enough to be pirates. No sense of adventure either. They're cowards.

I got my chip out a while back. {And kicking up the flames to tear off down the street back to Marshall, hand firmly on his hat to keep it on his head.}

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[identity profile] dontcallmegol.livejournal.com 2010-12-06 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Just about anywhere, they move the location on new arrivals sometimes so the docs gotto find it all over again. It's a real pain in the ass. Thing is super tiny so you won't feel it. And guess it's different for you but... when I had mine in it was like I was missing a huge part of myself.

{It really wouldn't take them long to get there, the skiff moved pretty damn fast on land.}

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[identity profile] dontcallmegol.livejournal.com 2010-12-06 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Chopper can remove it for you. {A grin over his shoulder at you. He slides on up to the Marshall apartment building and slows to a halt, hopping off.}

Here we are, home sweet home.

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[identity profile] dontcallmegol.livejournal.com 2010-12-07 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
{He chuckled at that.} Nah. Too much responsibility. We'd have to put up with the complaints. {A joke of course, cause the way he said it made it almost sound like they were the landlords. If they had taken over the building they wouldn't have to put up with anything.}

C'mon I'll show you the apartment. {With that he disappeared inside to lead Marco to 114 and 115, which Ace had forcibly connected by destroying a wall. It wasn't the most perfect merger either. What was left of the wall was still scorched in some places.}

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[identity profile] dontcallmegol.livejournal.com 2010-12-07 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
{His shoulders and back tensed a bit at the 'accident' comment. He scratched the back of his head sheepishly.} I uh... kinda lost my cool and did some redecorating. But! We did need the extra space. It's kinda crowded with all of us living here.

{He hoped up to sit on his barrel of rum, grinning ear to ear. Pops' coat was hung over the back of the couch. He patted the barrel.} We can introduce you proper. {As in drink with Luffy and the others till they were hammered.}