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Christmas Drabbles!
OPTIONS! Pick (at least) two character(s); highly suggested is one of yours & mine, but others are acceptable too, including just one character if you'd like!
My characters are Marco & Smoker of One Piece
Fujiko of Lupin III
But any Whitebeard pirates can be done, almost all marines, or One Piece gen, ditto Lupin III, and crack for almost all fandoms, but if I don't know the fandom, it'll be based on your RP character.
Then you may pick a genre of the following (optional):
Fantasy/Fairy Tale
Crack
Adventure
Crime/Mystery/Drama
Alternate Universe
Comedy! (Might be crack-like)
Fluff!
Angst/Horror/Dark
Then a prompt. It can be anything from a random behind the scenes moment, to random headcanon, or you can just use the random word generator to get a random word and use that!
Drabbles will be anywhere between 3 sentences and a couple hundred words, I'll generally be aiming at not going overboard because ahahaha >> I do that. MERRY CHRISTMAS!! / HAPPY HANNUKAH / HAPPY NEW YEAR / ENJOY ALL THE HOLIDAYS EVER AND SUCH :D
My characters are Marco & Smoker of One Piece
Fujiko of Lupin III
But any Whitebeard pirates can be done, almost all marines, or One Piece gen, ditto Lupin III, and crack for almost all fandoms, but if I don't know the fandom, it'll be based on your RP character.
Then you may pick a genre of the following (optional):
Fantasy/Fairy Tale
Crack
Adventure
Crime/Mystery/Drama
Alternate Universe
Comedy! (Might be crack-like)
Fluff!
Angst/Horror/Dark
Then a prompt. It can be anything from a random behind the scenes moment, to random headcanon, or you can just use the random word generator to get a random word and use that!
Drabbles will be anywhere between 3 sentences and a couple hundred words, I'll generally be aiming at not going overboard because ahahaha >> I do that. MERRY CHRISTMAS!! / HAPPY HANNUKAH / HAPPY NEW YEAR / ENJOY ALL THE HOLIDAYS EVER AND SUCH :D
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Happy
CHRISTMAS WITG SMOKER AND ACE.
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"OH. My. GOD. I Cannot listen to this story yet again!" Collie flailed and growled. "YOU TELL THIS ALL TIME!"
"SHUT UP STUPID BIG BROTHER!" Anne roared and threatened to spit fire at him.
Ray pet his ears soothingly, "Calm down pup."
"No, seriously, I'm serious," Collie growled, his hackles on end, "You guys haven't had to hear this story like three hundred times alread! Every night Anne's all 'Tell it again!'" he squeaked in a mocking high-pitched voice which just made the red dragon growl more. "Well, I don't want to hear it again!"
"It's a different story," Marco tried to point out, "They're part of a series."
"THAT'S EVEN WORSE!" Collie yelled, "DON'T YOU HAVE ANY OTHER STORIES. What about Fishman Island? Or Sabaody? Or ANYTHING?"
"Kid's got a point," Smoker quietly grumbled.
Collie perked right up, "Thank you, see?!"
"I want to hear about the PRINCESS!" Anne huffed and pouted.
"Have I ever told you about the time Luffy and I--" Ace didn't even get to finish the sentence before everyone facepalmed.
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Angst-ish Ending // 1 of like 3 or something
Ace curled up in a ball with his arms around his legs. This was almost uncomfortably familiar to a discussion he'd had with the pineapple-headed pirate a long time ago. Only back then the choice had seemed easy, it was just chasing his happiness, and knowing what that really meant after all. "I don't want to," Ace frowned and refused to look at his nakama.
Marco bent down in front of Ace, just liked he'd done all those years ago, "It's better to choose now than when it comes up in battle."
Ace shook his head vehemently, "It won't, it won't, he wouldn't fight us."
"He will. Someday things around here are going to change." Marco didn't explain about the changing of eras, of Whitebeard's eventual demise, however far away he hoped it would be, or how the death of the strongest man in the world would create a power vaccuum that other pirates would try to fill. He assumed it was already understood. Ace was bright, rash, but still smart and a competent commander. He had to see the problems as well as Marco. "And when that day comes he's going to try to take our place."
The freckled kid couldn't speak. What could he say? Marco was asking him to choose something truly unthinkable.
"Every man here will throw our support behind you Fire-Fist, but whether you want to pursue a dream for yourself, or help Shanks or your little brother, you need to decide. Start thinking it over. The sooner you decide, the sooner we can help you move in a direction you want to go," Marco got up and left Ace alone to his thoughts.
The minute he could move, Ace decided he was going to go hug Whitebeard and demand that the old man live forever. He didn't want to be a surrogate captain after Pops' demise, and didn't want to force his friends to join Shanks, nor be under his little brother's command. Choices could be an unbearable thing.
Shippy Ending 2/3
Ace curled up in a ball with his arms around his legs. This was almost uncomfortably familiar to a discussion he'd had with the pineapple-headed pirate a long time ago. Only back then the choice had seemed easy, it was just chasing his happiness, and knowing what that really meant after all. "I don't want to," Ace frowned and refused to look at his nakama.
Marco bent down in front of Ace, just liked he'd done all those years ago, "It's better to choose now than when it comes up in battle."
Ace shook his head vehemently, "It won't, it won't, he wouldn't fight us."
"He's a marine, Ace, that's what they do. Fight, capture, and kill pirates. I don't know how you forgot this, but you have to be more responsible than this. It's not just your life on the line here. We're all with you--" Marco wasn't able to finish as Ace quickly interrupted him.
Glaring daggers, and ready to punch Marco with a flaming fist, Ace scowled, "He wouldn't use me to get to you because that would never work, and he's never even tried!"
Marco's expression didn't even lose its deadpan, he just flicked Ace's forehead, "If not the White Hunter, than the others around him. It's a security liability no matter how you look at it. What are you going to do if the marines find out and try to execute him for treason? Leave him to it or try to rescue him?"
Ace huffed and bit his bottom lip, "I would leave him to it," he lied and scowling, looked away from the first division commander.
Blue eyes rolled in exasperation. "Yeah right, eh. You'd try to rescue him. You think I don't know that? And if you went, we'd all go. Stop trying to live your life separately from us. What do you think that tattoo on your back means?"
That got to him. Ace froze in hesitation so Marco seized upon the moment of weakness.
"If he becomes one of us, if he comes and meets Pops, swears fealty, and gets the tattoo someplace secret, I'll never object to this... thing between you again, eh? But only then. So tell him to choose or the rest of will have to take steps Ace. Not just to protect you, to protect everyone else too."
Ace frowned, there was no way Smoker would go for it, but it really seemed his choices were starting to narrow in that regard.
~SECRET~ Ending 3/3
Ace curled up in a ball with his arms around his legs. This was almost uncomfortably familiar to a discussion he'd had with the pineapple-headed pirate a long time ago. Only back then the choice had seemed easy, it was just chasing his happiness, and knowing what that really meant after all. "I don't want to," Ace frowned and refused to look at his nakama.
Marco bent down in front of Ace, just liked he'd done all those years ago, "It's better to choose now than when it comes up in battle."
Ace shook his head vehemently, "It won't, it won't!"
The blond pirate frowned and folded his arms across his chest, "Are you a commander or aren't you, Ace? You need to make split-second decisions like this, you can't waffle on it forever."
Ace nearly drooled at the mention of waffles, but no! GOT TO STAY FOCUSED! "It will never come up," he insisted and glanced away sullenly, silently furious with Marco for making him choose.
Back up on his feet, Marco pointed a finger haughtily in Ace's direction, "It comes up all the time! And your indecision is costing your men's lives!"
A look of panic crossed the freckled pirate's face, "What? No!"
"Tick tock Ace, tick tock," Marco ticked a finger back and forth, his face and tone as impassive as time itself.
"WHY CAN'T I HAVE BOTH?!" Ace pleaded, trying to give his best freckled pout, to use an absolutely devastatingly cute look to win sympathy.
No good, Marco remained unmoved and just shrugged, "Because that's how life works. You only get one. What'll it be? Chocolate or vanilla ice cream? Decide now before it melts."
"Ch-chocolate!" Ace hesitated and then shook his head no, "NO WAIT VANILLA!"
Marco stepped on the end of a board and flung Ace off into the ocean.
"AIEEEE!" Ace yelled as he fell over.
"Namur," Marco calmly ordered, "Go get Ace please, eh?"
Namur shook his head, but dove quickly into the water.
"Marco you have got to stop playing that game with the new kids," Jozu chided him and pass Marco two ice creams cones, one of vanilla for Marco, and one of both flavors for Ace.
"Why?" Marco grinned evilly, "It's fun!"
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Crack
Prompt: http://images.plurk.com/6JpJWcAsDwqPZLMxUurRDm.jpg ... and the losing there of xD Smoker seems to be good at giving this talk anyways >:3
GFDI WHY IS IT ALWAYS MY CHARACTERS GIVING THESE TALKS?! / Rated. IDK. R? Definitely not Mags-safe
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"Are you sure you don't have anyone else who could do this better?" Smoker frowned, rubbed his face, and then his temples. Anyone would be better than him to explain this sort of thing. After trying to explain it to Kohaku, he was more sure of that than ever before.
Ilyana pouted, "I'm sure. It's not the kind of thing I can ask anyone else," she explained.
Smoker dragged his palm down his face, "What's the farthesst you have experience with right now?"
The young mage hesitated, "Exactly zero? Um, I've been on a date or two... to get food..."
The wall nearby felt nice and hard against Smoker's head as he repeatedly slammed his forehead into it. "Seriously, I don't know who told you I am good at explaining this sort of thing, but they're wrong. I'm better at handling more extreme forms of foreplay or kinks, all right?" Wait. What the fuck did that even mean? Why did he say that? Now they would probably start sending him idiots with questions about how to use cuffs in ways that don't involve arresting pirates instead of just "borrowing" the cuffs without permission.
His poor seastone cuffs, they would never be clean of the taint, no matter how hard he scrubbed or how long he boiled them.
"What's foreplay?" Ilyana wore a confused frown.
Smoker dragged his palm down his face, again.
Bar none, this was his least favorite part of being an officer. Even the paperwork was more pleasant than this. He took in a deep soothing breath of cigar smoke and opened his mouth to try to rush through the information as quickly as possible. "Things done before the actual intercourse as a means to better stimulate erogenous areas." Fuck his life. Fuck his life. Fuck his life. But right now? Preferably not literally. Smoker gestured vaguely with a gloved finger. "Neck, ears, breasts, thighs, hips," he stopped gesturing and gave a bored look at the window, ticking it off on his fingers. "Ass and clit too. You can use mouth, fingers, or toys, whatever the person or you both are into."
"T-toys?" Ilyana squeaked.
Smoker waved his hand, "Don't worry about that for now. In actual sex, penetration is involved either with fingers, penis, or tongue. Got it?"
No words.
Good. Smoker preferred not to have to deal with that right now.
"It's better to have sex with someone you actually love or care about, but some people are less picky than others," he grumbled.
"What? Why would they be--?" Ilyana started.
Smoker sighed, in heavy exasperation, "Just like how you're less picky about food because you have to eat so much more than other people. Some people feel like they're starving sexually and don't want to wait, others are maybe just hungrier sexually, whatever. The point is, it's usually better if you are into it intellectually or emotionally because your brain is the more important organ in sex. And if not for you, than for the other person. So remember it."
Ilyana stared a little and then pressed her fingers to her temples and repeated it softly to herself, trying to commit to memory.
Smoker nodded, almost glad that it was sinking in, "That said, it can also cause a lot of..." he coughed. DAMN. He was so close to finishing just ONE of these talks without blushing. Come on Smoker, hold it together! His ears turned pink, "Kinks. Fetishes. Whatever." His brain unhelpfully supplied him with mental images he neither needed nor wanted. He closes his eyes try to think and in order to not. Fucking. Blush! "You might not know your own until you experiment around."
"E-Experiment..." she frowned very uncertainly.
A muscle in Smoker's cheek twitched, and he did his best to keep steady. "Right. Just if you find a girlfriend or boyfriend or whatever, make sure you're in the same place at the same time. Not just physically I mean. Well physically, yes, but also --" Fuck. He'd lost it now. He turned bright red and covered his face with a gloved hand. "That you both want the same things. And you should go as slowly as you're both comfortable with." He was just repeating rote information from the marines to give their men now. He really really really hated this damn talk. "Anymore questions?" PLEASE GOD LET IT END.
"J-just one," Ilyana hesitated, clearly unsure whether she should ask it.
The hand not covering his red face drummed fingers on Smoker's desk, "Yes?" he demanded gruffly.
"Y-you mentioned appetites?" Smoker didn't even have to look up to know the puzzled frown she wore, "Is food involved, sir?"
"With some kinks and foreplay maybe," Smoker shrugged and leaned back. That wasn't so bad.
Unfortunately he hadn't forseen this problem coming. Ilyana's eyes lit up, "YAY FOOD! So I can get food by having sex?"
Smoker sat straight up, WHAT KIND OF MONSTER HAD HE CREATED?!
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The end. :|
OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! WHAT HAVE I DONE?! THIS IS HILARIOUSLY TERRIBLE AND WE SHOULD FEEL BAD!
This is Ilyana
This is Brook
And this is you
I am so sorry... but it was still hilarious, and I was just expecting something along the lines of him just telling her to wait until she was ready or something. Or like... I don't know xD Not quite this!
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Have fun :D
I AM SO SORRY LUCE
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"We're going to have fun!" Marco explained exuberantly.
"What? How?" Luce hesitated, clearly unsure of this plan, or really any plan where someone proclaimed the end goal was "fun." Those never turned out well.
The vibrant blue phoenix mused it over, with a wing under his beak to his chin for an extra dramatic pose, "I'm not sure yet, eh."
The judge wasn't sure whether to relax or worry more.
"Let's try a bit of everything!" the phoenix deadpanned, as if he hadn't been planning that all along.
"But that's impossible," Luce pointed out.
Marco grinned deviously, even as a phoenix, "You won't know until you try."
And so the pirate started planning the "Super Epic Happy Funtimes Plans For the Greatest Day That Ever Was and Will Never Be Forgetten Ever Again Ever."
"But what is the point of all this?" Luce cautiously queried.
"To teach you what fun is," Marco chirped cheerfully.
The judge was silent, not really sure what to say.
"Bright and early the next day, eh? Or I'll come drag you out of bed, and Abel will just have to deal with phoenix getting sparkles up on your covers," Marco insisted.
"I do not think he would mind except that that is--" Luce started to reply, but what Marco was really trying to say sunk in some and he lost his ability to quite tell Marco what he'd first meant to say.
The phoenix just gave him a look and then stuck a wing out to nudge Luce home to sleep, "Bright and early matey!"
As promised, Marco was outside Luce's door extremely early, just before dawn. "First we're going to the beach," the phoenix chattered on.
"The beach? In this weather?" Luce seemed stunned.
Marco nodded, "Fishing! And sandcastles. And looking at crabs!"
"And these things are... fun?" It seemed more likely to be sandy, uncomfortable, and unecessary besides.
Marco shrugged, but looked cheerful enough, "You won't know until you try!"
So they did. And then Marco decided it'd be fun to draw pictures so told Luce tons of stories about home and doodled pictures of his family while encouraging Luce to draw whatever he wanted as well. "See this is why you should be in the art club, eh?" Marco beamed.
Then for lunch, Marco insisted they should eat at the Seventh Heaven and Marco spent his time playing with the cups to stack them and create different cup forts, he turned the straw wrappers into little balls and used the spoons like catapults to try to knock the cups down with the paper balls, until finally a wing flipped a spoon too far and all the cups came crashing down. Then Sanji came out and yelled at them to either sit quietly until they ate or go feed themselves instead. So Marco showed Luce how to play dots and boxes.
Luce thought the end of lunch would be the end of it, but it seemed Marco was just getting warmed up. He jumped all about in the snow making tracks and tried to show Luce how to make their footprints look different than normal. He dramatically orchestrated an entire battle, just using tracks he, Luce, and people before them had left behind. Then he dragged Luce to the ice skating rink.
"How can a bird ice skate?" Luce wondered, but he didn't have much time to ask that before he was shoved out onto the ice and told to tricks.
"I'm just cheating," Marco laughed and showed Luce his feet which didn't touch the ice. "If I get too close, I might make it melt faster. I can't quite the warmth that well without getting cold myself." Then he perched on Luce's shoulders and subtly guided him about the ice with vague cues with his wings.
And Luce had to admit, it wasn't so bad. But wasn't enjoying himself wrong?
Marco had warned he got tired early in winter, the shorter daylight hours skewed his bird senses, he explained, so he nearly fell asleep on Luce's shoulders a few hours after dark. "Are you all right Marco?" Luce asked quietly and pat his head.
Marco nodded sleepily. "Are you having fun?" he drowsily mumbled, remembering somewhere in the back of his mind he needed to check on his little idiots and that he had some reading to catch up on later.
"Is that what this is?" Luce asked as they got ready to go home.
Marco laughed, "This is friendship. You can't have fun alone, so we both need each other to have fun, eh? It gets easier the more you try it."
Luce smiled back, "Then yes, it's very fun."
Marco beamed. "Just wait, it gets even better," he promised.
Re: I AM SO SORRY LUCE
You have no idea, I adore this =3=!!!
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"It looks like an artist," Grit decided finally thanks to the tail that appeared to be used as a brush.
"Pokemon are weird," Smoker sighed in exasperation, "How does it work?"
Grit shrugged, "I don't know, you've been here longer."
Smoker gestured vaguely at the smeargle, "That doesn't mean I know anything about these. In my world animals are weird, but we don't hunt them down to classify them."
The pokemon started drawing something in the air.
"I think it needs paper. Or a canvas," Grit pointed out.
Suddenly the pokemon kissed Grit hard.
"O-Oi!" Smoker stammered and went to pull the pokemon off. "What the hell?"
"I feel very confused," Grit looked dazed.
Smoker's pokedex went off. "Sweet kiss, an attack that confuses the target!"
Smoker dragged a palm down his face and threw Grit over his shoulder, capturing the pokemon so they could figure out what to do with it later. "Yeah, and everyone else around it," he growled irritably, storming off.
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Yeah IDK XDDD I just wanted to do something with smeargle and the last "attack" one of them used for it to sketch was a kiss ;) mwahahahaha?
Request from Ax, Chun-Li & Marco / One Piece AU!
"Get down!" Haruta yelled as she sprang into action to slice an incoming cannonball. Vista cut a few himself, and Jozu just punched the rest with his diamond devil fruit.
"I'll handle this," Marco told the crew even as he switched into his phoenix form to fly over.
Chun-Li jumped up and grabbed onto his legs, "You mean with help, you will," she asserted with a small determined growl.
He didn't shake her off, so she took that as a yes and they flew over to the enemy ship to break a few pirate asses. The minute they were over the deck, Chun-Li jumped down to kick a pirate in the chest, which gave Marco time to switch over to a hybrid form and kick an enemy devil fruit user with haki. They weren't anything compared to the admirals, so far as he was concerned. "Have I ever suggested you should be a commander yourself?" Marco asked as he and Chun-Li fell into fighting back to back, the older pirate taking extra care not to kill anymore than absolutely necessary, just for Chun-Li's sake.
"A couple of times," she flashed him a quick grin, "So promote me already."
He laughed and kneed a foe in the stomach, "Such cockyness, I wonder where you could have learned that from, eh."
"Oh yes, I wonder," she quipped back a little sarcastically and tore an enemy's hamstring with her spiked bracelets as she ducked low to dodge the foe's lunging attack, "Nothing like a certain phoenix at all."
"Aye, it must be Haruta's bad influence. Maybe we should promote you just so you can get out from under that," he smirked, slowing down the fighting as fewer and fewer pirates were willing to attack.
Finally the ship reached the Moby Dick and the others climbed aboard.
"What, didn't leave anything for the rest of us?" Jozu arched an eyebrow at the nearly decimated ship's crew.
Marco and Chun-Li shared a look together. "Next time be faster!" they answered in unison.
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...Usopp & Smoker; MACRAME. :P
/does both! Vivi's first
"Think we lost them, eh?" Marco asked, his yellow tail and the sparkles made it too hard for him to tell from this angle if Biri and Nami were hiding in the midst.
"What took you slowpokes?" Nami appeared over the mountain range, just above the trees herself, and Biri squawked. "Vivi have you got any fours?"
"Oi oi," Marco growled, "You cheated. Took a shortcut. There's no way you beat us here on speed alone."
"I didn't know the Whitebeard pirates were such losers," Nami stuck her tongue out at him as she and Biri fell in alongside.
Vivi just shook her head and laughed again, "Nope, go fish."
"Drats," Nami cursed and shifted the reins to one hand so she could take a hand off the top of the deck from Vivi.
"Hey Nami, got any fours?" Marco asked with a smirk, not even breaking his stride as he and Biri headed towards the smell of the ocean.
Vivi and Nami stared at him quizzically. Vivi asked, "Marco-san how can you play with no hands?"
Marco held up his leg with a blue belted pouch wrapped around it, "Borrowed it from Ace. The harder part is getting one of you lovely ladies to show me the cards and put one in without peeking."
"Here, let me take a look," Vivi leaned down to grab the pouch. "Marco, there's nothing in here."
"EH?!" Marco craned his long to try to look at her, "What are you talking about? I had a four, 7, 9, 2, and Ace!"
"Oh wait, found them," Vivi grinned innocently as she held them up to the phoenix.
Marco instantly relaxed with a small sigh, "Good. You had me worried, eh?"
"Hey Marco," Vivi grinned deviously, "Got any nines?" And she just waited for him to realize he'd announced his cards. Birdbrain.
Usopp & Smoker macrame \o/
"Braids?" Smoker jerked his head, "I thought you said this isn't like braiding!"
"Ahhh, it's knotting! Like sail knots. You just tie together. Like this!" Usopp quickly showed Smoker how to put the knots together.
Smoker snorted, puffing on his cigars, but followed the instruction with a small huff.
"Okay good," Usopp started to relax, "And if you do it like this, you can get a nice zigzag pattern for bracelets."
"Bracelets?" Smoker scowled and fumed.
Usopp cleared his throat and stroked his chin dramatically, "Or fancy leather armor patches!"
"I guess that's not so bad," Smoker shrugged.
Safe for now. Usopp got through showing the marine several strips before the G5 men spotted this effort. "Smo-yan, why are you braiding a girl's bracelet? Is it for Captain-chan?"
Smoker gave up in a huff and stormed off grumbling to himself, "Who needs a hobby, I can stack rocks."
Usopp spread his hands and shrugged. Hey, at least he tried.
"Hey Usopp," Luffy approached quietly. Usopp was a little surprised to see his captain. Smoker had flat-out refused to learn while Luffy was watching, and Luffy had been so quiet he figured the captain was napping.
"Yeah?" Usopp looked up from his project.
Luffy held up his helplessly knotted fingers, "I think I just macrame'd my hands! How do I get them undone?"
Usopp was certain his giant sweatdrop of exasperation could be seen even through the hat. He started undoing the knots the best he could, "How did you even do this? Didn't you need your fingers to do the knots?"
"Shishishi, that's what made it a challenge! But it's probably a good thing Smokey didn't learn how to do it after all, otherwise he'd have a secret weapon," Luffy stated sagely.
Staring in mild disbelief, Usopp debated whether to try to explain to Luffy that he didn't actually have to sit there and let the marine knot his fingers if such a thing came up, but the sniper soon decided it wasn't worth it. "Yeah, good thing...."
Behind the door, Smoker's ears perked up like a dog's. "Damn!" he silently cursed and vowed to start practicing macrame again as soon as he could.
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Espio and Marco. Make it an adventure with a hint of... Is it fluff if it's not shippy? MAKE IT MAKE ME EE.
Your prompt? Random word generator says abandon. Yeeeah.
It can totally be fluffy without shippy! IDK if it worked XD BUT I TRIED XDDD
"For what?" Marco's deadpan expression didn't change, he didn't even blink, but he was still taken aback a little by the confession.
"For not abandoning me, I guess," Espio frowned even more.
A small annoyed sound bubbled in Marco's throat and he instantly scooped Espio up into his arms in a hug. "We're family. I'm going to take you back into my world, introduce you to everyone else, and you can be a turnip farmer for all I care, but we're family. Family never abandons each other, got it? Jeez..." he ruffled Espio's head despite the lack of hair. "You kids are going to drive me nuts one of these days."
Espio squirmed to try to get out, but he soon gave up. He was getting too used to Marco doing this to even bother at this point. "You're already nuts," he huffed and objected.
Marco smirked and cheerfully nuzzled the chameleon to drive him more crazy, "Aye, but my way is more fun."
"What's so special about your world anyway? I'm not a pirate," Espio glanced off into the distance.
There was a wry grin from Marco at that and he set his adopted little brother on his shoulders. "Freedom matey. Besides, you just want to protect people, aye? We need more help with that, a lot more help." Marco wasn't ready to admit it out loud yet, but for all the time he spent in the Garden trying to learn more to help his family, no matter which way he looked at it, even just trying to get as many of them to survive as he could would be a struggle.
"But it's not my world," Espio poked the bald patch of Marco's head. Seriously, that pineapple haircut was weird. What was Marco even thinking when decided to give it to himself? Or was it just the only way could have any hair left?
"So? I don't know everyone I wind up protecting sometimes, matey. And Pops sure as hell didn't. But wouldn't you like to have someone guarding you back as best they can?" Marco wandered off, strolling through the Garden like he owned the place, same as he did anywhere really, "Then you'll really never be alone if you don't want to be." And sometimes, even if Espio did want to be, but Marco kept that part to himself.
Espio silently thought it over and poked Marco's head again, "Where are we going?" Crazy bird.
"On an adventure, so you can see freedom. Also someplace warmer," Marco nodded.
Espio rolled his eyes, "You know I didn't pilot this place to cold climes."
"You weren't a pilot last month," Marco stuck his tongue out one last time before switching into phoenix to take off flying.
"Idiot," Espio muttered quietly, but snuggled into the feathers. Sometimes there was something to be said for nakama that wouldn't leave no matter how much you tried to get rid of them.
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Robin and Smoker- Return of the Job Swap! Only this time Smoker thinks he's a pirate.
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"I have a few," he admitted quietly, "Picking just one is hard, eh?" Robin nodded her head. She could understand that, with all the books in the universe, picking a favorite was nearly impossible sometimes. But Marco carrined on, "Moby Dick, of course, but that's more my father's favorite." Not to say that Marco didn't also love it, a tale of sailing, the ocean, whales, and vengeance? What wasn't to love? But he had a few others he was fond of.
The phoenix pirate left his arm glowing with blue flames, even though the need for light was gone, and it would probably just draw nocturnal attention by fairies or any of the villagers up to mischeif, but it was more comfortable this way, and while his flames couldn't burn, they could shield off the bitter cold by strangely absorbing it, and it was for more than just his own sake. "I also like Treasure Island," he gave a small secretive grin and explained, "I like to think of it as about Silvers Rayleigh and Benn Beckman, even though they don't have much in common with the characters."
Robin chuckled at that, "Rayleigh as Long-John?"
Marco grinned happily, "Aye. You've read it then? I swear if he lost a leg and gained a pirate..."
"Maybe you should improvise and perch on his shoulder as a pet," Robin tapped a finger to her chin deviously, "Wait, which one was Benn?"
"Ben Gunn," Marco answered simply as he kept an ear out in the darkness for signs of trouble, "They're not really alike, but Beckman has the big rifle so it reminds me of it. That and he spells Ben with two 'n's, just like Gunn is spelled."
"Mm-hm, makes sense to me," Robin mused aloud, "And I take it Basil Hawkins is Jim Hawkins?"
Marco paused and tilted his head, "Who's Basil Hawkins?"
"One of the Supernova rookies, I thought you keep on top of these things," Robin didn't stop walking even though Marco had, she just expected him to catch up to her.
He did of course, scrambling along to make up for lost time. "Sometimes, just the ones that might be a threat, but I was a little... busy."
Right, the War at Marineford. What else? "I believe he was last sighted at Foodvalten, one of your territories, ne?"
Marco grunted as though punched and frowned. Last he heard, Brownbeard was there, he'd missed news about someone even stronger? "It is," he nodded, blue eyes looking distant, "I'll have to try to remember that."
They couldn't remember things upon going home, or at least, no one had yet, but Robin didn't point that out. Marco already knew. "So any other favorites? You only listed two so far," she prodded gently, giving him an open subject change.
Luckily, Marco was easy to distract from depressing thoughts. It seemed he rarely had much inclination to spend time on them unless he had to, and he cheerfully seized on the opportunity. "The Princess Bride is another, oh and have you ever read the Legend of Wano Island?"
Robin was surprised, "No I haven't."
Marco beamed, "Oh man, let me tell you all about it. It's about how the dragons first came to try to settle there."
The female pirate smiled softly as she watched Marco animatedly try to tell her the legend straight from memory. Her shift would usually be over by now, but there didn't seem to be much reason to stop just yet.
Smoker's but it feels like it needs sequels XD
Robin stared at the den den mushi. It had its mouth open as though smoke was pouring out, or like cigars were jammed in there, mimicking the person on the other end. Only one person was that annoying, but why the hell would he be calling her? Clearly it was a trap, he just wanted them to talk to him so he could track them down. No such luck, Smoker.
Straw Hat bounded over to the phone and picked up the end Robin had just left hanging. She'd been about to hang up on him before Luffy interrupted. "What do ya want Smokey?" Luffy cheerfully asked.
"Captain?" Smoker sounded surprised. Heck, at that, everyone looked surprised. Since when did the White Hunter call Luffy anything other than "Straw Hat?" And usually while roaring and chasing him down at that.
"Smokey?" Luffy was definitely confused. In spite of herself, Robin was getting a little curious.
The den den mushi heaved a sigh of relief, "I was going to report to Robin, but this is fine. I successefully infiltrated the marine ship, but I need out of here asap. These marines are nuts."
Everyone on the Thousand Sunny shared a long look. Robin stole the call, "What are you saying?"
"Woman, it's about time you picked this back up!" he growled, irritably as ever. "This was all your idea, so fix it. I'm stealing the bike and getting the hell out of here. If you want them investigated so badly, next time you do it. If I have to grit my teeth and tolerate that glasses swordswoman one more time..."
"OI BASTARD!" Sanji grabbed the reciever to yell at Smoker, "BE NICE TO TASHIGI-CHAN!"
"Yeah whatever curly-brow, save it for when I'm home," then den den mushi and presumably Smoker did an eyeroll.
Another look was shared among the Straw Hat pirates. "And where's home?" Robin asked calmly.
There was a loud smacking sound and Smoker apparently fumbled for a bit to restore his cigars. "On deck with you idiots. I'll be there in a bit, unless you want to speed this up and actually help. I'll send you a seagull. Don't call back or they'll catch on, bye!"
Silence fell over the Thousand Sunny.
"Well that was weird," Franky spoke for all of them.
"Think it's a trap?" Usopp tried to inch somewhere safe to hide.
Robin frowned, "I'm not sure," she admitted honestly. "Perhaps he wound up eating some pirate friendship pie after all."
"You think he can even find us? It's not like he hasn't tried several times before," Zoro pointed out.
"He certainly seems to think he can. What do you want to do, Captain?" she turned a pointed blue-eyed gaze to Luffy.
Luffy mused it over, "Smokey really thinks I'm his captain?" He slowly split into a giant grin and burst out laughing, "That is too funny!" Chopper laughed a little nervously with him, but not all the Straw Hats found it quite so amusing.
"If we leave him on his own, it's likely he'll drown or another pirate will pick him up," Robin pointed out the obvious, well aware that it probably hadn't occurred or factored into the others' judgements yet.
"Good," Sanji lit up a cigarette, "One less marine bastard to worry about."
Luffy shook his head. "Let's pick him up. I bet he'll lead us on a really fun adventure for a week!"
Sanji facepalmed, "Yeah, right up until he remembers he's supposed to be arresting us at the end."
"We've always managed to escape before," Zoro pointed out.
"Robin can be in charge of him," Luffy decided.
The archaeologist's blue eyes widened in a little alarm, "Why me?"
Luffy gave a monkey-like shrug, "He seems to like you! And he thinks you're a team so you'd be the best at dealing with him."
"I really don't like marines..." Robin tried to explain the difficulties with such an order.
"Oi Luffy," Sanji frowned at her distress, "Let me do it, I can handle him by controlling what he eats."
"You'll be fine!" beamed Luffy confidently as he clapped Robin on a shoulder.
Robin hesitated, but eventually gave in under the weight of that, "I suppose I can always poison his cigars if it gets too bad." Take a page out of Crocodile's book? Low, but effective.
"That's the spirit!" Luffy cheered, "Now let's go pick up Smokey!"
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