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[fierybluebird]

What makes someone a good leader? Is it caring about the people they're in charge of? Or is it more making sure they can all get out of an impossible situation alive? During those times do numbers count, or is any single loss an unacceptable failure?

And when it comes down to it, how do you know if you're a good leader until something directly happens?

I've always considered my Pops the best leader there ever was, but he was the strongest man in the world on top of caring about all of us. So I guess he had both qualifications covered.

Just curious as to thoughts on it, if you will.

- Marco.

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[heartcorrupt.livejournal.com]

[Seems he at least picked up on his mistake.]

[fierybluebird]

He was the best I ever heard of.

That's why our crew was so successfully large.

[heartcorrupt.livejournal.com]

[fierybluebird]

I'm afraid not. He's not here. And I don't have any pictures.

You've seen my tattoo though, right? It's representative of him and my crew. The crescent moon part is supposed to be his mustache.

[heartcorrupt.livejournal.com]

[That's... probably a question.]

[fierybluebird]

Yup. Only kind like it in the world. It's huge too. Kind of like a boomerang, eh.

[heartcorrupt.livejournal.com]

[There's a pause in the reply, as if he's trying to imagine this.]

[fierybluebird]

It is! Hah. I wish I could draw you a picture, but I can't draw to save my life.

[heartcorrupt.livejournal.com]

[There's a long pause.]

[fierybluebird]

Yeah? All right. I'll stop by your room, then.

[heartcorrupt.livejournal.com]

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[fierybluebird]

[For Marco, he actually looks a little shook up. And given his unflappable calm, this is startling. Still, it's subtle and he instantly grins at Tobias and grabs a seat, quickly demonstrating in the air with his hands the size and shape of the mustache.]

It looked like this, eh.

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[heartcorrupt.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, he's not paying attention to that, and instead looking worriedly at the man.]

Marco? Did... I do something?

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

[Instantly freezes slightly and then sighs, pushing back hair.]

No, of course not kid. [Tickles Toby under the chin.] I just miss an old friend is all. Sorry, eh. I'm not used to having people to miss. [Leans back and breathes, looking a little more relaxed.] Seems I'll be getting used to it, eh.

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[heartcorrupt.livejournal.com]

[The tickle makes the boy squirm a bit, but doesn't bring about the usual giggle. Instead, he looks at Marco sadly, as if it's still his fault somehow. How much blame has this kid taken for things...?

He nods after a minute, then opens the sketch book in front of him.]

Okay...

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

Hey, hey, look. [Pokes him lightly kidding around.] You're cheering me up kiddo. No letting me get you down, please.

[Action]

[heartcorrupt.livejournal.com]

[Ack! Poked! Tobias blinks a bit. He's...?

And there's that bright smile again.]

Okay! I won't!

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

[Small laugh.]

I'm glad. So here. [Demonstrates the mustache thing again.] This was his mustache. And he had the wisest old eyes in the world.

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[heartcorrupt.livejournal.com]

[He watches Marco's gestures almost hawk-like, then immediately gets to work on drawing a rough shape of a head, adding in said mustache and eyes. It... ends up eerily close.]

Like this?

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[fierybluebird]

Yeah! Exactly, eh! Although the cheeks are more like this. [Another demonstration.] Oh! And he liked to wear a bandanna. He's been through a lot of pirate hats over the years though.

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[heartcorrupt.livejournal.com]

Okay.

[More drawing, then Toby shows it again. Once more, it's dead on to what Marco gestured.]

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[fierybluebird]

Oh and a rectangular-like chin. [Some more gestures to the lines on the the page.]

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[heartcorrupt.livejournal.com]

[Fixsketchdraw. He's really focused in this.]

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[fierybluebird]

And a bunch of wrinkles on his forehead. He was pretty old after all.

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[heartcorrupt.livejournal.com]

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