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[fierybluebird]

[Marco appears to have nodded off on his communicator despite efforts to stay awake. It doesn't take long for him to completely jerk out of it, and seemingly out of nowhere kick a table into the wall, smashing it into firewood, and coursing blue flames down an arm.]

I'll get to it when I can! [Growling at no one, good for your insanity. But after a few blinks it comes back to him where he is and he shakes his head, expression as deadpan as ever as he puts on the flames and goes to turn on the communicator, only to find it already recording.]

I kind of broke the table. Sorry. I'll replace it or something. [Drags a palm down his face trying to figure out "what now."]

Hey Discedo, what would you say defines who you are? Who or what you choose to be? Your obligations, or to you is it just a birthright? Just curious.

[And with that he's slowly sneaking back over to the couch with his Pops' giant coat and curling up under it while he figures out how to turn off the video again.]

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[determined-dad.livejournal.com]

Marco?

[ Clearly concerned but also looking quite troubled himself. ]

[fierybluebird]

Yo. [Peeks his head out from the bottom end under the ridiculously huge coat.]

[determined-dad.livejournal.com]

Are you...alright?

[ He swallows. Wow... Ethan looks like he's in really tough shape today. His eyes are utterly haunted, his expression one of a dead man walking. ]

[fierybluebird]

Yeah, I'll be fine.

How are you today?

[whiteduplicity.livejournal.com]

[wow what a waste of a perfectly good table]

... Are you all right, sir?

[fierybluebird]

Yeah, I'm all right. Thanks for the concern, eh.

[whiteduplicity.livejournal.com]

... If you say so.

That's a-- ah, difficult question you've proposed...

[church-man.livejournal.com]

[Looks like someone was having an unpleasant dream. But he'll go ahead and gloss over that. And what the hell is that thing, a tent? Anyway.]

That's a pretty personal question. Are you really just curious?

[fierybluebird]

Mostly just curious, yes.

[church-man.livejournal.com]

I didn't have much choice. But I did what I could to protect what's important to me, despite that.

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[dontcallmegol.livejournal.com]

{Ace was barely clinging to what could be called a shadow of sleep. For once he just found it too damn hard to pass out, he was restless and kept being woken up by flashes of nightmares. Seemed like the elder pirate sharing the couch with him was having much of the same.

In fact when the man shouted and kicked the last end table they had into a wall, Ace couldn't help but give up on sleep. He flinched in any case, curling a little tighter in on himself out of reflex before slowly moving to sit up, rubbing his head.}

Oi... you alright?

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[fierybluebird]

[A small grunt as he lazily seeming ambles back over to crawl under the giant jacket they were using as a blanket. It was comforting. It still smelled like Pops and home and even knowing he was supposed to move on and stay strong, it was impossible for Marco not to cling to the past, to the protective aura of his father.]

I'm not used to getting nightmares.

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[dontcallmegol.livejournal.com]

Tch, I don't think anyone can get used to'em.

{He sighed and scootched over next to Marco, draping his hands over his knees and just... giving the man the warmth and closeness of his brother.} Kinna weird for us both to be gettin'em though.

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[isolatedpiece.livejournal.com]

That's a pretty philosophic question.

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[fierybluebird]

That was the goal at any rate.

[Says this while apparently hiding under a big tent that's lined red on the inside.]

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[isolatedpiece.livejournal.com]

If I'd have to say it for myself, what defines me is probably my search for the truth back home.

[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

...... Was that one of my tables?

[fierybluebird]

No sorry. I'm in the apartment. It's one of Luffy's. Or his crew's.

[prodigal-axe.livejournal.com]

Alright.

[Not his concern then, though he's broken enough stuff at his own bar.]

...need a drink or somethin'?

[ihasastrawhat.livejournal.com]

You okay, Marco?

[fierybluebird]

I'm all right, kid.

Sorry about the table.

[ihasastrawhat.livejournal.com]

That's okay! They have lots of tables in Discedo, we just have to find a new one. Did you have a bad dream?

[kitchen-smoke.livejournal.com]

...You broke the table?

[fierybluebird]

Yeah. Sorry, eh.

Not the kitchen table.

[kitchen-smoke.livejournal.com]

...Not like there's much to our kitchen table anyway.

[Grumble grumble. Sanji's woken up on the wrong side of the bed for nearly a week. Forgive him if he's a little grumpy.]