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Marco the Phoenix ([personal profile] fierybluebird) wrote2010-12-22 04:12 am

3 - [Video] ((In which phoenixes plot for their own amusement))

[Disoriented Marco is snapping out of his post-chip removal coma and mild bird after affects with his eyes blocked off by one of Nami's bras, an egg safely bundled where he thought the communicator would be, and he's spread out on top of Ace's chest where once a fiery blue phoenix was. You can still still some of the fiery down and sparkles left all over the couch and pillow fort that looks like a nest. After some more scrambling, Marco gets the bra off his head and stares at in his hand, still eternally deadpan even about that.]

Well, must have been one hell of a party. [There's a small burst of blue flames about his arms, as he checks something much to a relieved sigh. Then he notices the egg. And that he's straddling Ace. This one's going to take him a while.]

No, even drunk I'm pretty sure I can't lay eggs. [Carefully inspects it for signs of cracks or life, but really it's just a normal hen egg so he wraps it in a scarf and rubs his chin, back to the mystery of the bra.] Now if I can just figure out who you belong to before Ace wakes up, maybe I can bluff knowing exactly what we did. Or make up something more dramatic.

[And THEN he realizes it's been a couple of days and there's some decorations up.] Shit... how long have I been out? I hope I didn't miss Christmas, I didn't get to ask the scientists for pictures or bounty posters of the crew. [That said, Marco gets distracted with an evil grin and apparently devising a plot to put the bra on Ace. With luck, they were both drunk and Ace remembers even less. Doing SOMETHING with the bra, he finds the communicator and shuts it off.]

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[identity profile] dontcallmegol.livejournal.com 2010-12-27 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
{At first, he looks completely baffled and slightly hesitant. He remembers drinking and... you being a phoenix and... making himself comfortable. Wait--

You were a Phoenix. How did--

Just kinda... staring at you suspiciously cause he doesn't remember you changing back OR him falling asleep. But he did drink a good deal so maybe he just forgot?}


When did you turn back and what did we do?

[Action] <3's that icon btw

[identity profile] dontcallmegol.livejournal.com 2010-12-29 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
Wh-what!? YOU COULDN'T TELL!? {And now he's wriggling trying to get free of your weight. Off. Off with you mister! You may be his brother but this has gone far enough!}

I was drunk... I don't remember when I fell asleep or anything! I would remember something like that! {But he somehow doesn't sound so sure of himself. Srsly he has doubts.}

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[identity profile] dontcallmegol.livejournal.com 2010-12-30 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
It-- {Staring at the man and turning another shade of red at the thought of--of--well, saying anything and doing ANYTHING of what was floating through his head with Marco. Curse his imagination.

He stares at the egg though and suddenly the wind is taken right out of his sails. He gives the other an unamused look.}
Very funny.

{He's inspecting the egg and holding it up to the light.} ...I think we cooked it.

Guess we really did get too hot last night. {A sly sort of look. Looks like Ace had decided if you can't beat'em join'em. Cause really, if he DID do something with Marco...well, he couldn't remember either way. And really, why the hell not?}

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[identity profile] dontcallmegol.livejournal.com 2010-12-30 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
{Consider your wish granted.} Alright, so since you know so much about last night, then tell me already would ya? Remind me so I can have the memory too you selfish pineapple.

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[identity profile] dontcallmegol.livejournal.com 2011-01-02 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
{Just staring at you, completely unamused and flat-like. Not funny man.} ...

{He groaned softly and splayed a hand out over his face exasperatedly.} Luffy stole the damn thing from a chicken and convinced you to try and hatch it... You built a nest out of our stuff.

{Yeah he felt pretty stupid now.} I can only think that... maybe, somewhere in my drunk mind, I thought I could help you with that.

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[identity profile] dontcallmegol.livejournal.com 2011-01-03 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
{Incoherent grumbling goes here.}

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[identity profile] dontcallmegol.livejournal.com 2011-01-09 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
{He wriggles around a bit, sifting through the random pile of clothes, eventually tossing them all off of himself.

Finding nothing he's eying his brother suspiciously. He reaches up to scratch his head, moving his hat a little and totally not even noticing the bra just yet.}


I don't see anything. Y'sure you saw a bra in all of that?

And when are you going to get the heck off of me?