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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]

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?

[determined-dad.livejournal.com]

[ His brow furrows and he swallows again, as if it's nearly impossible for him to fight off tears. ]

It's...hard...today, Marco.

I can't...stop seeing the face of...my...my son...trapped in the water.

[ It takes all his willpower to not break down right there on the communicator. ]

[fierybluebird]

[That gets him nearly all the way out of the jacket with a worried face.]

Oh damn, this place...

Do you know the Northern Lights bar?

[determined-dad.livejournal.com]

[ He nods distractedly, a pained look coming to his face. ]

Y-yes...but...I don't...really want...a drink right now.

[ Ethan stumbles back suddenly, clutching at his head, breathing harshly. The communicator drops from his suddenly numb fingers. ]

[fierybluebird]

Ahhh, okay we'll meet someplace else then! Any kind of a distraction would be good, eh?

[determined-dad.livejournal.com]

[ But Ethan doesn't respond. Instead, his head lifts, his expression blank and utterly still as he stares off in a purposeless direction. Without another word, the man wanders away from his fallen communicator his steps too regular and heavy to be normal.

[ OOC: Ethan has retreated (not by choice) into his other self - a mindless, wandering, individual who seems to focus in on places of death, water, and abandoned locations. Helpless, free of thought, he might end up anywhere before the episode ends. He won't care about the cold, monsters, nothing. Let me know if you'd rather not have Marco deal with this, I can have it happen after he stops talking with him. :)]

[fierybluebird]

[Marco's grabbing a coat and heading outdoors to go look for the guy. There really is only one reason he held on "so well" after Whitebeard's death and that was that he still had a huge 1500+ crew to look after all looking up to him to be strong. And he still needed a lot of help from friends. So with a little cheating of phoenix wings here and there, Marco gets some extra help looking around for Ethan, especially to make sure monsters don't get to him first.]

[ooc: No problem, no problem. Your choice, Marco will be out looking for him and trying to help either way.]

[determined-dad.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Link (http://community.livejournal.com/discedo_logs/479519.html)]