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Water from the sky! [Super OPEN!]

[The day is like any other in Garden. The birds were chirping. Students milling about to their classes and activities. Blue skies. Water balloons dropping from the air. A few distressed screams here and there.

...well, maybe not your everyday scene this day.

The duo of Marco and Grell were soaring high above the Garden at the moment, Marco in his Phoenix form, and Grell in a blue dress and matching blue scarf (to cover up that red hair of his!) in order to blend in with the sky better.

But, the balloons were all red. Ah well.]

We should have done this a long time ago!

[GLEEFULLY DROPS A FEW MORE]

[Why were they doing this? Because they can. ~~And to test out how well they could be near invisible?~~]

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AH HA!

[BZZZZZZZZZZ

The scythe indeed cut through the silly little weapon, as it was created to do. To cut through ANYTHING. He watches in glee as it fell, floating down to the ground in two.

...did someone call his name?]

Did you hear that, honey? [Kinda hard to hear up here, you know.]

[Marco couldn't exactly shrug with Grell on his shoulders, but he made a good attempt of it. Wait boomerang? Sokka! Well shit.]

Chirp chirp croo KREE!

[Which was the most Marco could explain before flying off to the side to give Grell a chance to dismount and nodded his head over to Sokka. Poor baby bro.]

[Sokka's eyes shoot open as wide as they can go with the sound of the metallic slicing and dicing and he makes a whimpering noise in the back of his throat as two separate pieces sail to the ground in the wake of Grell's wrath.

They hit the flagstones with dual clangs and lay still.

Boomerang. BOOMERANG. No... no--

Sokka runs toward the broken weapon, leaving his books and everything behind. Each piece is scooped up. Right down what once was the middle of the boomerang is chewed metal where Grell's scythe cut it into two. He doesn't notice the landing party.

He doesn't really care.

Boomerang.]

[Grell wonders what in the HELL is going on as they land.]

Hey! I'm not done! [He sees Marco go over to Sokka, who seems to be heartbroken over something.

What was that thing? Looked familiar.]

I'll be right back. [Promises to Grell and then runs over to Sokka, bending down to inspect the boomerang.]

Don't worry mate, it's a clean break, it can probably be repaired no problem. Being a little rough on it?

[Sokka stares down at the weapon... WEAPONS, PLURAL, SOB... in his hands.] It was my dad's.

[And then his eyebrows crawl together and he looks at Marco.] Being rough on it? BEING ROUGH ON IT?? SHE CUT IT IN HALF WITH HER STUPID CHAINSAW!!! [Yes, this is an accusatory finger being pointed in Grell's direction.]

Ah~. That was your little toy? Well...toys now. [Smirks, hefting his scythe on his shoulder.] Shouldn't of tried to knock us down from the sky with it. You're lucky there's anything left to salvage.

Your Dad's....

[Carefully stands between the two of them and picks up the pieces.] It's all right. [Super somber tone.] I'll get it fixed.

[OH SEE NOW IT'S THE PRINCIPAL OF THE THING. Sokka snatches the pieces back and shoves them into the sling on his back.] No! It's fine!

[He glares at Grell.] YOU WERE DROPPING WATER BOMBS ON ME. YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO CHAINSAW IT, MARCO COULD HAVE JUST MOVED. [Aww, even angry, there are definitely tears in his eyes.] You're just... you're just--

[Okay, yeah. Sokka knows he maybe shouldn't have thrown it, but COME ON. A CHAINSAW.] You're really terrible, Grell.

[Cue stomping away.]

He did move, you know. But since it's a boomerang...thing...it wouldn't have mattered. Was I supposed to let it hit me?

[You're yelling is futile. Grell does it better.]

Is that so? [He can't help but grin at that. At least his reputation isn't tarnished.] Your angry face is just too cute! How red it gets.

[Waves after him cheerfully.]

YOU CAN MOVE SUPER FAST, ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS DUCK. [Yeah, that's a yell back over his shoulder.]

[Whatever. Grell takes off his scarf and lets loose his vibrant hair.]

So loud. [Runs a hand through his hair, trying to get it to behave.] I ran out of water balloons... [SIGHS] Guess I'll have to find some other form of entertainment.

[Leers at Marco.]

Grell... it was his Dad's. [Pets Grell on the head and goes chasing after Sokka.]

Oi. I didn't slice it, so let met fix it, all right? That's what friends do for each other.

...your point?

[Frowns and watches Marco follow Sokka, offended. With a 'hmph' he flicks out of sight, not at all pleased about being ignored for some cry baby.]

[Sokka wheels around to face Marco, arms crossed over his chest. He knows he shouldn't have thrown it but Grell totally overreacted! So he's angry. And hurt. And mad at himself for being angry and hurt over something that was kinda his fault too so it's just a big downward spiral of suck.]

You know, I didn't get what Ace told me about pirates. Because I don't think you're a bad person, Marco, and you're a pirate. But if pirates can date a girl like Grell, then... then...

Maybe pirates are bad.

[This is not making him feel better.]

[Punches Sokka in the shoulder, (luckily for Sokka) holding back, and blue eyes flash furiously.]

Don't insult Grell. You don't know everything's she's been through to make her the way she is. She isn't good at empathy and she's impulsive. That doesn't make her any less lovable. Of all the things my Pops taught me, the most important one was that everyone needs someone to look out for them. To humor them and stay their ally especially when things are bleakest. And from everything I can tell, Grell has never once in her life had that. You're lucky to have a dozen or so.

Please, Sokka, let me get the boomerang fixed. She didn't want to hurt you and she doesn't get how much it means to you, but I do.

[Ow.

Sokka hangs his head. He understands what Marco's saying, and he has been lucky to have all the good people in his life. Wet hair is pushed out of his eyes with a sigh and he looks up, because he'll meet Marco's eyes to apologize.] I'm sorry. She just--

[He stops himself with a shake of his head. He takes the weapon sling off, sliding it over his head, and hands it to Marco.] Do you really think it can even be fixed?

Definitely or I'm not Marco the phoenix. Large miracles might be beyond me, but small ones are a cinch.

[Not really a cinch, they take a lot of detail and hard work, but Marco is good at that.]

And don't judge people on their friends or who they're related to. Just because you have a problem with person from a crew, doesn't mean the whole crew is a waste, eh. I'm sure not everyone gets along with Toph well either, eh.

[Picks up the boomerang, exuding blue flames off an arm.] I'll have it fixed good as new.

[Yeah... that's a good point, about Toph.] You're right. And I am sorry, I was just so upset about Boomerang that I wasn't thinking. Grell's annoying sometimes but, I mean. I have fun with her.

Thanks, Marco.

I know kid. It was your Dad's. You don't have to say anything else.

Here, I'm going to get it fixed, you'll be okay here?

Here?

Uh. I think you'll probably have to find out if they have a forge or something... it might take a while.

You know. Here on the Garden. I'm going off the Garden and doing some secret pirate things that may or may not be fun for you. Look, I'll be back before you know it, eh?

[Um.] Okay.

Hey, I... didn't mean what I said about pirates.

[Soft grin.]

It's all right Sokka. Like I said, it'd be like judging everyone who traveled in Toph's company based solely on her. People can be abrasive with still good qualities, just hidden deep down, eh.

[Sokka nods. He's always gotten on great with Toph, but he knows that some people--or, Katara--didn't.] Thanks, Marco.

Water from the sky! [Super OPEN!]

YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!

Poor Sokka ;;

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