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witchesreign2011-07-01 04:54 am
fierybluebird) wrote in witchesreign2011-07-01 04:54 am
[Action -- Training Center] (Pester a phoenix?)
[Marco wasn't sure of this. None of his conversations with the Commander had worked out favorably, and it seemed a little ridiculous to expect otherwise this time. Still, Marco had the self-imposed job of learning everything he could while he was in this world that would help him keep his family from dying back home, and if nothing else, watching what happened when Squall did things would give him a better idea of what not to do if it went badly. And in a strange way, while he might not like Squall, the Garden was Marco's home away from the Moby Dick now, and it'd be irresponsible not to offer his help when he had some to give.
All of it has him a little more wrapped in his thoughts than usual. He's been pent up and restless. Until the Garden, Marco always considered himself something of a desk person. Now, he's painfully aware of how much of a pirate he is. He isn't prone to rash actions, but there's a good dose of choosing to hang the consequences in favor of attitude. And just because the reality is that he can't be the same way he is at home, that he's not the number one commander in a team of 16 brothers anymore, it doesn't give him enough incentive to hold back. So now he's just kicking the crap out of Grats and seeing how far he can send them flying. For fun and because not keeping a hold on one's emotions is just embarrassing, and Marco expects better of himself.
You know what? Fuck it. He's in enough trouble for the day and just going to light up a cigarette now while no one's looking. Yeah, he really should be doing this up on the roof, but he has to meet Squall and he's counting on bird startle reflexes to warm him in advance of anyone approaching. Feel free to prove him wrong?]
All of it has him a little more wrapped in his thoughts than usual. He's been pent up and restless. Until the Garden, Marco always considered himself something of a desk person. Now, he's painfully aware of how much of a pirate he is. He isn't prone to rash actions, but there's a good dose of choosing to hang the consequences in favor of attitude. And just because the reality is that he can't be the same way he is at home, that he's not the number one commander in a team of 16 brothers anymore, it doesn't give him enough incentive to hold back. So now he's just kicking the crap out of Grats and seeing how far he can send them flying. For fun and because not keeping a hold on one's emotions is just embarrassing, and Marco expects better of himself.
You know what? Fuck it. He's in enough trouble for the day and just going to light up a cigarette now while no one's looking. Yeah, he really should be doing this up on the roof, but he has to meet Squall and he's counting on bird startle reflexes to warm him in advance of anyone approaching. Feel free to prove him wrong?]
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...Way for making us sound awesome, Ras.
[ But she props herself back up against the tree. ]
So what brings you here? Training?
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[Strange place for it, but Marco's a strange guy. SO strange.] Hey. Are there like... different orders to shinigami and things?