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[Every day without her is one day closer to Marco being convinced that carving a trail into the chests of victims soon to wind up the morgues is a good idea.]

[He's reverting. He'd been reverting. Withdrawn into letting Grell take care of everything and just being her backup, finding amusement at stupid things, but withdrawn. The ultimate phoenix, hiding away, willing to let the world burn around him. Because when he came out of hiding; he often wanted to be the one to make it all burn.]

[Everything is too constrained. He's trying to remember, to hold onto his father's last and final words to him. Telling him to stay back. To not seek revenge on Blackbeard. To protect his brothers. But he hadn't been able to protect her, and every reminder of that is a fresh wave of anger that only knows to seek vengeance.]

[He knows his brothers are running ragged looking, though he still tries to make sure they have fun as much as they can, but he can't stop. Even in sleep, his haki's on max alert, and he's not always sleeping inside, often just perching as a phoenix as high up as he can find, and taking a birdnap, still trying to find her in his dreams.]

[During the day, he starts talking to birds of all five cities, breaking his own rule of territory, and on the ground as a ~~pineapple~~ human he narrows the trail down to Genessia. Of course. He's going to need to deal with it sooner or later, but for now, he just does his best not to start too much trouble and still follow the trail.]

[Trying to keep up relative appearances, he stops by a bunch of different flower shops occasionally with Rip in tow, looking for about as many rose seeds, petals, and a preemptive order for several dozen vases when he gets closer to finding Grell for real. She missed Valentine's Day, after all.]

[At least Marco is still... relatively insane even on his worst days. And he gets a boombox to play a song on repeat while his spinda dances in circles, the oricorio, a red baile version dances back-up, and Marco... of all things... helps teach them this. Absolutely a good use of his time, because at least then he's not torturing people exactly, just their brains and ears.]

[On the network, he doesn't bother hiding his thoughts either, typing up a post at a small cafe, waiting for birds to report back to him, despite the weather.]

My father's final words to me were not to seek vengeance. Actually it wasn't final-final, because I managed to hold onto him in another world, and he officiated my wedding. But even then, I think it's safe to assume he was hoping Grell would settle down my temper, and make me too happy and distracted with life and living to become the worst of my natures.

I hate idiots who believe in fate and destiny.

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[When he went shopping for flowers, Rip definitely didn't mind tagging along and giving her opinion when asked. She was also using the opportunity of following him around to get a better idea of the layout of this world as they do so.

Admittedly, she liked it a lot better than Ceres and there was much more to do than in Ruby City, even if she did miss the forests and the hunting there. But, Rip was also keeping an eye on Marco too.

She was a creature of war and knew that there was the potential for a fight and bloodshed if he decided to take matters further into his own hands in a more violent way. Rip admitted that prospect was exciting to her. But, as much as she loved war...she also surprisingly was looking at a bigger picture. Normally, she was content to be a cog in the war machine and do her part in a conflict.

The call of battle, the beautiful music of the dying were quite the symphony for her! But, Rip also very aware of consequences having faced them several times herself. Death...dying. Having her own heart torn from her chest or being impaled and beheaded. None of which were pleasant ways to die.

The huntress didn't fear death anymore because she never had anything but herself to protect. In a way, she still didn't. At least, she didn't think she did. Who really knew...after all, she had agreed to help Marco without a second thought to the matter.

The huntress settled down near by as Marco started blasting music and started to teach his Pokemon to dance. Her own woobat was in her arms and she was cuddling the thing for now. As for Rip, she was hiding under an umbrella to keep the sun off of her and in as much shade as she could find...because vampires and sunlight don't mix. ]

Can...ve at least take zhat song off of repeat?

[TELL HIM ABOUT IT.]

[He hates being Captain. Haaaaaaates. He just wants to be phoenix war fucking shit up, as he should be.]

[He does instantly shut off the song, and give her an apologetic grin.] You shouldn't even be out -- but before you tell me otherwise... thanks. I'm glad you're here, eh?

[She just might someday. As for the music, she relaxed and nodded once it was off. Damn sensitive hearing? Besides, Rip was a soldier and tended to follow those that took charge.

He was just stuck with her for the time being~.

Rip adjusts the umbrella and just grins impishly.]

Your velcome und zhis is hardly zhe first time I've been vandering zhe day vhen I should be sleeping. I'm still quite zhe insomniac for a vampire.

[And still dealing with bad dreams so, there's that.]

You've just given me zomething to do vith my time und I appreciate zhat.

[And she was keeping an eye on him...so...it just worked?]

[Grabs a seat from across her instead.]

Why is that?

[Just serious.]

[And he doesn't give a shit that he's being nosy.]

[HE REALLY DOESN'T.]

[She's a little surprised when he decides to take a seat across from her and become serious. Her own mood shifts a bit as she glances down at the woobat in her arms and just pets the thing.

Really it's a debate on how much she trusts him now. ]

...Nightmares. Zhey come und go, but, vhen I haf zhem I cannot sleep. Zimple as zhat.

[Solemn nod, eyes closed.]

That's how Grell and I met. Well, first spent the night together. She doesn't even really need to sleep, just keeps me company so I don't break things in my sleep.

Spent that month reliving the war I lost my father and brother to. She stayed by my side, and I did my best to help her get better at making tea, and studying. She's an A+ student, did you know. [Soft grin.]

[And leans back.]

My father had a trick. You can know when you're dreaming because you can change your surroundings. If you close your eyes and focus in the dream, you open them and conjure all the free alcohol you could ever want. -- Pops was a huge drinker.

And you do it throughout the waking day, until it becomes such a habit that you do it even in your sleep. And when you do get what you want... [A gesture.] Then you're in control.

That nightmare month, the trick didn't work though. Since it was memories, even though I knew I was dreaming, I was still trapped.

[She nods slightly as she listens. It's interesting hearing him talk about how he met Grell and...even learning a little bit about him. It let her relax a little a she considered the trick he was talking about and partially wondered if it would even work for her.]

Vhen I first arrived in Ruby City, I could not believe my luck. Moments before, I had been impaled to my ship und vas being consumed alive by...anozher vampire. Zomeone vho may as vell be zhe devil himself.

[Her voice was quiet as she just focused on the fuzzy bat in her arms.]

Zhe nightmares did not come right avay. Zhere vere people I trusted already in zhe city. But vhen zhey left, zhe nightmares started to creep in. I could not sleep und zo I hunted.

...And amuzigly, Zhe Hellsing Voman vas zhere as vell. Zhe same one zhat vas in Ceres vith us. To say I hate zhat voman might be putting it mildly.

[Faint snort. Definitely putting it mildly. At least in Ruby City she didn't end up bound to that woman.]

Zo, I am not sure just how much zhat trick vould vork for me.

[Head tilt.] He still might come here.

Usually it's not so bad, but there's always going to be rougher patches than others.

[GESTURES.] Clearly.

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