MARCO RETURNS JUST IN TIME [Backdated to to the 12th] Action/BBS

[fierybluebird]

[Marco has been on a very very long SeeD mission. He's not beat up, because any physical damage would be healed without seastone, and it's not like anyone around him can do haki, but he does look worse for the wear. Completely exhausted comes to mind. Dirty, and even as blue wings settle down back into arms, Marco looks unsteady on his feet. By the time he gets the hang of his new laptop, he just wants to curl up and sleep for the next century.]

Yo, I'm back. Ready to graduate Espio? Good luck everyone going with him.

Kitten, I've got a Valentine's Present for you before you leave.

Everyone else, fill me in on what I miss. If you need me, come get me before the shower and hundred years' sleep.

-- SeeD Marco

Comments

[espio]

Geez, you couldn't get back in time to supervise? I got stuck with Grell and some troll girl. There's no way I won't fail.

[Read: welcome back!!]

[fierybluebird]

I'm sure Grell will only fail you if you really royally fuck up.

Besides, there will be other cadets to pick on.

[He missed you too Espio <3]

[espio]

I'll only believe that when I actually pass.

[fierybluebird]

You'll do fine.

[espio]

Oh, I'll do more than fine! It's whether it gets recognised that's the trouble.

[Still...]

But I do get to fly the Ragnarok!

[fierybluebird]

I'm certain it'll be recognized.

Good luck matey. [Ew flying ships. Marco can only wish luck because EW FLYING SHIPS.]

[ACTION]

[redcinemareel]

[Once Grell saw the post, she appears next to him, running a hand through his hair. Ew, it's all gross and greasy.]

You should bathe It will help you relax, and smell better.

[espio]

I have been wanting to fly that thing since I got here.

And all I've had is simulators, because every time I tried to borrow it, I got dragged off and given hours upon hours of fatigue tours. I don't even know how they found me.

[Espio, it's because you're noisy. That's why you fail at stealing airships.]

[ACTION]

[fierybluebird]

[Deadpan lineface, and you know what? Bends her back and kisses intensely anyway.]

That was the plan. Well not a bath, but a shower certainly. [Because too much water makes him immobile. And with that, he'll just start walking, though Grell is free to follow along.]

[fierybluebird]

Because you suck at being sneaky. [Trolololol]

[espio]

[HE DOES NOT, SHUT UP!]

I don't even see why it was a problem in the first place! I'm a competent pilot, and I'd've brought it back in one piece!

[Yeah... but when?]

I never even got a proper test flight in class...

[fierybluebird]

Well, now you can. Maybe they'll give you lots of missions where you can use it, eh?

[ACTION]

[redcinemareel]

[OKAY HE CAN SMELL ALL HE WANTS JUST DON'T STOP.

Oh...he stopped. STINKY MAN!]

I did say bathe. [She follows after him, lacing her hand with his.] How was your mission?

[espio]

Right now, I just want to fly it for the sake of flying it! Screw the missions!

[bratbeyond]

[The one-man Disciplinary Committee doesn't ever take a break. That's why he actually notices Marco when he passes by him in the hall---

Wait. Marco?

Forget all pretenses of being standoffish. Damian's immediately clutching to Marco's side and not even bothering to say "hi" or deal with pleasantries.]

... Could you be any less of a zift? ["welcome home."]

[fierybluebird]

Is this how the flightless get about such things?

Re: [ACTION]

[fierybluebird]

[Surprise presses her up against a wall and kisses hard again, biting her bottom lip.]

Fantastic. Aside from the pain, fatigue, and lack of hot running water. [Slips a hand around her neck and clasps a present.] That and I didn't get to kill anyone, that part was a little disappointing.

[fierybluebird]

[Laughs and ruffles Damian's head to be a pain.]

Depends on what a zift is, but I'm guessing no.

[ACTION]

[redcinemareel]

[Grell gave a gasp before lips met hers, causing a pleasurable moan from her. She wraps arms around his neck, looking up at Marco with a smirk.]

We could go on our own mission~.

[Something cold touched her skin, making Grell look down at the gift.] You have wonderful taste, my dearest. Thank you.

[ACTION]

[fierybluebird]

[Grins.] Happy Valentine's Day.

And maybe. When you're done making sure Espio passes his exam. [Sticks his tongue mockingly, back to walking towards the shower.]

[espio]

It's a brilliantly designed piece of technology, okay? And they're still using a design that's nearly forty years old - it's simultaneously modern and a classic! I mean, Chaotix had an air/spaceship that was just as fast and had the same sort of capacity and capability, though I'll admit we didn't have a particle cannon, but it has none of the style or history of the Ragnarok!

This thing's practically legendary! And whoever designed it clearly thought so, they modelled it after a legendary dragon ship - it's fitting! And they did a damn good job on it - it's still sleek and sexy forty years on, and barely needed improvement!

I wonder how it'll fare in Space these days? Maybe they removed that capability, either that or you'd have to go to Esthar and use a launch base or something, I don't think you can just go into Space like you can in the Special Zone. Then again, the only vaguely interesting thing in Space right now is the Moon, and that's only because it's weird and practically made of monsters.

[fierybluebird]

[Stares at. Linefaces. Starts walking to his shower.]

Okay.

[Yup. That's all he has to say to that. /orz]

[ACTION]

[redcinemareel]

I'll have to think of something extra special for Valentine's Day.

[Her own grin turns into an indignant pout.] He has to make sure HE passes! [Click click click goes her heels as she follows.] The only person I play favorites with is YOU. [Crosses her arms]

[ACTION]

[fierybluebird]

And this isn't a favor for me? [Amused grin over his shoulder, still walking on.]

[espio]

You should grow some appreciation for modern technology and achievement. This ship practically ended a war, taking Adel's tomb into Space.

[Oh, Marco left already? Espio didn't notice.]