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[fierybluebird]

[And now for something completely different. Now that they're all back and settled, Marco has his phoenix half back and he missed it. Maybe a little too much. With the cold weather and snow he's too sleepy to be bothered running around like an anarchist. Nope, instead, there's a fiery blue phoenix curled up around a family of baby chocobo. And then the phoenix is just Marco, still covered in fiery blue sparkly flames and fiddling with the communicator seeing that it's already on.]

Mah... annoying thing. Well whatever, these little guys had their Mom eaten so uh... [Gee, how does a tough pirate guy explain that he's adopting a bunch of baby birds?] I'm keeping them warm until the snow's over, eh? Fuck it's cold. If anyone needs me, I'm out here. [And screw it, he's just switching back into phoenix to cuddle some birdies and make a haphazard nest in the straw.]

Comments

[fierybluebird]

He's made of fire.

Not really pets... more like friends.

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[fierybluebird]

No, he's like me except he can turn into red and orange fire instead of a phoenix with blue flames.

They're friends because pets are kept safe and given food in exchange for companionship and comfort. Friends come and go as they please, but you watch each other's back and hang out to have fun.

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[fierybluebird]

Aye. Something like that.

Depends on the animal, eh. You can't really boss around friends either. If you give them orders, it's still their choice whether to obey you.

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[fierybluebird]

Correct. We speak the same language and there's an automatic kinship separate from the rest of the world. It's almost like being a pirate in some respects, but less violent.

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[fierybluebird]

Pretty much.