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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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Yeah, she is. Why do you ask?
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[Does a kick that would go right over her shoulder unless she moves.]
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[Bulla side-steps and aims a palm-strike at Marco's abdomen.]
Do you need some help picking out a present for her?
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Kind of... [Rubs the back of his neck.] I've never been this serious about anyone, so I'm not sure if there's a protocol to follow, eh? [Gets back up and keeps his arms burning blue (they only heal, can't really burn anything, and just feel warm and healing) as he aims a better punch for real this time.]
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Well, she'd probably like jewelry...maybe something engraved with both of your names on it. She seems to have some old-fashioned values about some things, so something special like that would probably be good.
[Marco doesn't get much time to contemplate that, since she takes advantage of being much shorter than him, drops down and aims a sweeping kick at his legs.]
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[JUMPS. O_O HOLY CRAP THAT WAS FAST. And he tries to aim a light kick when he comes back down.]
If--
[He's not even sure he can talk about this le sigh. AHA he has an idea as he lands and puts up both arms and readies his legs defensively.] If it came down to traditional or red, but could only be one or the other, which would be the better way to go?
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Traditional, and then a red flower.
[She throws out a couple of swift punches with no power in them as feints, then tries to dart in for an uppercut punch.]
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[Is thrown for the feint, blocking those easily enough, but takes the punch hard to his jaw and has to right it while aiming a kick low this time.]