Daba Dee Daba Da

[fierybluebird]

[Oh Marco is pissed. Aside from being a zoan who considers himself almost more phoenix than human, he's spent decades on the Grand Line fighting to protect fishmen and merfolk or okama who have to hide who and what they are from humans who can't handle the idea of someone being different or having more power than them. So you can bet that he'll be signing up for tons of missions to get his damn rank higher, and doing them all as a phoenix (as much as possible since talking requires human form or at least hybrid) in protest. Of course, since most people mistake him for a blue GF, this probably won't matter much, but it's the thought that counts.]

[He's still really furious though. He's never been able to adjust to taking orders from anyone other than his father, and really, he nearly came close to trying to kick Squall's ass on the principle of it. Now he's being restricted, and yeah, Mr. Phoenix doesn't do so great with that. He earned his place as the first division commander and 2nd in command to the Whitebeard pirates, and he kept it specifically because of Whitebeard's trust and respect in him. So this would do the exact opposite of cultivate loyalty and it undermined a lot Marco felt the Garden (or at least Headmaster Cid) had always been striving for.]

[Not to mention the sheer indignity of all of it. Rank 6? Rank 6?! Did they even know who he was or what he was capable of? That clearly had to be a clerical error. 26 maybe. Oh yes, his pride is rankled. Compound that with his purposeful hatred of hiding his phoenix side, his attempts to show to others it was okay to be yourself, and yeah, Marco was probably less furious when he was trying to chase down black holes and volcanoes he thought came from Blackbeard and Akainu respectively.]


Option A:
[And so it is that Marco is just kicking the shit out of anything in the Training Center... and finding that so less than satisfactory. He'll just have to go out on another mission just to kick things in the face.]

Option B:
[And true to his protest, unlike the human versions of his friends walking around the campus to try out the potion, Marco struts around in phoenix form. Purposely snagging attention. Normally he'll just laze about and read or sit in a tree and watch. Not this time. This time he's being downright impetuous, sneaking up on humans and stealing pens or scattering papers. Or he'll sit and stay for a pat on the head if you're nice. Still, if his non-human friends have to suffer, he'll make the humans suffer along with them! Hope you didn't want that tea, because he might just stolen it. Bonus: he can't recognize all the nonhumans in human form so he might just wind up antagonizing them too........ oops?]

Option C:
[And finally, finally when he's no longer being held back by his wife from kicking through the Commander's office and possibly rioting or at the minimum, mutinying; he'll post to the BBS.]

It seems there are a lot of phoenix feathers offered as rewards for the missions, so just where are the phoenixes that these feathers come from? They can't all be GFs. Has anyone even seen a phoenix before? I thought they were made of fire, how do they even shed feathers?

[Never mind that Marco himself goes through a horrible awkward shedding state each and every spring. Mm-hm.]

If the phoenixes are being held hostage, clearly they must be freed immediately.

Thank you.

- Marco

[He does NOT sign with his rank, because clearly that is a mistake they will go about fixing shortly. Or they will learn.]

Comments

[espio]

[OH NO YOU DON'T, MARCO. GET BACK HERE WITH THAT TURNIP.

Seriously, you ran off with the turnip and didn't think it'd be Espio?

Espio just assumes Marco's trying to mess with him. Solution? JUMP ON HIM.]

[fierybluebird]

[He stole the turnip to give to Espio! He is the new phoenix Robin Hood!! Except stealing from humans to give to the animals. SOCIAL EQUALITY.]

[Oh snap, bro, you did not do that.]

[Phoenix squawk and then bucks like a bronco. He's a lot rougher when he doesn't know he secretly likes someone :|]

[espio]

[WHOA HOLY SHIT - Espio wraps his arms tightly around birdy's neck just to avoid being thrown off.]

Give it back, Marco! What do want with my turnip, anyway?! Trying to tell your wife that you're pregnant or what?

1/2

[fierybluebird]

[Slows down.... stops... Freezes entirely and eyes widen. Okay this legitimately requires switching back to human.]

Espio?

What have they done to you?!?! I'll fix it!

2/2

[fierybluebird]

AND MAKE THEM PAY!

[Because obviously Espio wouldn't be curious or anything. Nope. Never. Also have your turnip back bro. And a hat.]

ALL THE OPTIONS /CAN'T BE TAMED

[redcinemareel]

[Well. Marco is rightly pissed. Having explained why, and he didn't really need to explain much truthfully, Grell keeps tabs on him all day, so he may notice a shade of red from the corner of his eye, but it'll be gone if he tries to look her way. The rabid phoenix scenario made her shake her head, but it was cute. Those poor, innocent souls.

Whenever he's done being a bad birdie, she'll be awaiting him in their room, reading a magazine while her toenails dry.]

iyaaaan

[fierybluebird]

[Just flomps on her wearily. He's still mad and not enough ways to vent it. Still, that's not especially new for him, he's just always in such a good mood around the Garden that it's been a couple of years since he was this cranky. Still in phoenix form, he just wraps around her, resting his head next to her and nudges a hand for attention.]

BD

[redcinemareel]

[It must be hard being naughty. But who is she to deny pettings. She puts down her magazine to stroke his shattered ego and ease his frustration.]

Did you have fun today?

B)

[fierybluebird]

[A shrug at first and finally a nod. It is seriously nice to have someone like this to come home to. And no, he will never stop being happy about that and forever in a honeymoon phase. Forever and ever.]

[But truthfully, yeah. He's cranky as hell, but there's nothing like being a huge giant pest that few people can do much about in order to relieve tensions. It's amazing how well it works even.]

[jointheclub]

You'd be surprised how many Phoenix Downs you can get out of one tuft of down. There's quite a bit of preparation involved. Not nearly the volume you must be thinking.

-Professor Slughorn

[fierybluebird]

Oh? I'm greatly interested in learning anything more you can add to explain that Professor.

- Marco

[jointheclub]

It's not that unlike making a Potion or other restorative. Start with the base material, apply a process, refine the materials, and produce an item. But phoenixes are so terribly magical that it takes very little base material.

[fierybluebird]

Magical huh.

So a single feather gets divided up how much?

B!

[rewritethis]

[Damn bird! Someone was using that pen! And using it for a much-needed distraction from both idiotic school traditions and shady political developments, no less! Sheesh, if you absolutely have to pick on humans who are just minding their own business at a bench outside, at least go for one who doesn't have gold eyes or a fashion sense no self-respecting native would be caught dead with.

In the back of his mind, he's trying to remember whether he's seen this particular bird anywhere before, but the rest of him reacts more or less on instinct - which means attempting to scramble after it. Pens are important.]

yaaay!

[fierybluebird]

[Nope. Hope you enjoy wild phoenix chases Ed because it's pretty clear that this is Marco's new goal. He runs around like a crazy chicken, flashing his long peacock-like tail and sparkling. Occasionally he even glances back to make sure Ed is still following.]

[rewritethis]

[What the - is it playing with him?! Okay, he may or may not recognise it personally, but he was pretty certain from the get go that it wasn't a regular animal or one of the usual monsters around here, and that behaviour just cements things.

Well, if it's smart enough for stupid games, it's smart enough to understand the consequences! The moment he runs past a pebble that looks big enough to be an annoyance, you can bet he's ducking down to pick that sucker up and throw it. Probably a couple more after that, too. He's trying to knock the pen free, and his aim is normally pretty good, but right now he doesn't really care much as long as the bird gets the damn message.]

[fierybluebird]

[Oh Ed. Do you even pay attention in class? A little thing like a pebble isn't going to do anything to a phoenix. That would be like setting it on fire. It's already made of fire silly.]

[So yeah, the pebbles do nothing. He doesn't even feel them. But once he figures out that Ed is paused and aiming for his beak, he pauses too. To laugh at him and taunt.]

[BBS]

[marearcana]

I'm not sure where you got the idea that phoenixes were made of fire, because where I'm from they are definitely not.

~Twilight Sparkle

[BBS]

[fierybluebird]

Oh? You have phoenixes where you're from? What are they made of there?

[bbs forever]

[marearcana]

Mostly the same things as regular birds, except they burst into flames as they die and then rise from the ashes.

They're also thaumatically luminescent, but they're rare enough that I don't actually know how that works.

[bbs forever]

[fierybluebird]

They're only on fire when they resurrect? Weird.

Sorry, "thaumatically"? I'm not familiar with this term.

Option A!

[corruptedsouls]

[Well, look who else is in the training center! Though this one isn't so much here for training as... well, he's still trying to figure out if Pikachu came with him and this is where she'd be of all places.

Of course, he's drawn by Marco, even if it's Marco in an angry frenzy. HELP WHAT DO NOT SURE.

...Eventually, Tobias settles on a quiet:]

Dad?

\o/

[fierybluebird]

[Freezes. He's not about to let his son see him in a rage or out of control. The flames on his shoulders dissipate, though he's still got a blue handful of them on his hand.]

Hey kiddo. [His tone goes from rock hard to softening like his feathers.] You okay?

[corruptedsouls]

...I'm fine. Are you?

[It's a piercing question and Tobias is giving a worried look to the phoenix.]

[fierybluebird]

[Tugs Toby into a one-armed hug and leans on him, stealing some of the closeness for strength.]

Not especially, but I will be.