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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 Withdrawn into letting Grell take care of everything and just being her backup, finding amusement at stupid things, but withdrawn.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.

Why not?

If he shows up here, you vill be damn sure I vill do everyzhing in my power to avoid him.

[She shudders a bit. Considering what her fate really was according to some of her comrades, she din't want to experience it.]

Zhe times I haf encountered him since, he haz sought me out az his var trophy.

[She really did NOT want to explain what that meant. For her, he meant death and servitude if he decided to take interest in her.]

Und..I know. Zhere haf been good times to go vith zhe bad. Zhankfully, zhere haf been plenty of zhose vithin zhe places I haf been since my death. But, zhe bad times..

[She grinned slightly and it wasn't a pleasant one.]

Lets just say I invite trouble und cannot help it. I vas created as a creature of var und desire zhe chaos it brings. For avhile after I arrived in Ruby City I vas hard pressed to get myself under control und suffered for it.

Eventually, I did and I've been valking a fine line between my control und bloodlust for nearly two years now. But, hunting helped immensely und so did keeping constantly busy...and hafing various lovers.

[She shrugged a little. Rip needed outlets. ]

...Not sure zhe trick vould vork because zhe nightmares are memories. Every time I've died on repeat. Every excruciating moment.

Ah.

Same as me and... a bit of Grell mixed in then.

[Shifts in his seat so his head are dangling over the top, and his head is where his feet SHOULD be. Pineapple hair is extra poofy fluffy cockatiel now.]

Vengeance versus...

[Sighs and closes eyes, gently tapping a gladiator sandal foot in the air.]

I'm not familiar with the world you and Grell are from, but I was named after the god of war, Mars, or Ares. Which is a red planet, for the rust of weapons or farm tools, depending on the era.

My father wanted me to be more like him. Protective. He protected an entire empire. He didn't even want it, it was just that he couldn't stand seeing the chaos and war when he could change it, stabilize it, make it better.

I'm not good for that. Too much phoenix. I just want the world to burn and purge everything in its wake.

[She nodded slightly and even smiled a bit at how ridiculous he looked sitting like that.]

Zounds zhat vay.

[She shifted in her seat to be a little more comfortable and to shift aroun her bat pokemon who was practically asleep in her arms.]

I zhink, mine und Grell's vorld is very similar. I vould haf to talk to her more to figure out zhe differences.

[However, she did find it interesting Marco was named after the God of War. An interesting choice for someone that was supposed to be a protector.]

Amusingly, you vould haf gotten along fine vith Zhe Major zhen. He vas zhe man in control of my battalion und vhen zhe var ended, ve vent into hiding und...for fifty years ve vaited for zhe right time to come back und plunge zhe vorld into var.

He loved it and he drew us in along with him.

[The man was charismatic to say the least.]

I do not regret my choice in following him. I had my own reasons to prove myself as a sniper und huntress. But, vhere I succeeded in my mission, I failed in my own desire to defy zhe fate I feared.

It iz vhy I allowed zhem to make me into a vampire to begin vith. Zhough...

[She hesitated and then shook her head. She may as well come clean with what she was...Even if she hated to admit it.]

I am vat is called a FREAK Vampire. Ve are...artificial. I zuppose you could even say knockoffs. I learned zhe hard vay I cannot compare to zhe real zhing.

Probably.

[Nods, eyes closed, STILL UPSIDE DOWN.] You remind me of Izou. Well, so does Grell, more when we first met, she was a lot more violent back then too. Everyone gives her a rough time for trying to be Guardian, it's democratic elections, eh? But she works her cute ass harder than anyone else would bother. Most people just say the Everglade should be walled off and set on fire.

Are the vampires here like that about you?

I'm the only phoenix in my world. I met others, but we're all so rare it's kind of just... nice not to be the only one, yoi.

[She cards her fingers though her woobats fur as she snoozes.]

I vas told by anozher vampire that zhe Everglades vas a haven for our kind. You haf no idea how rare zhat is, especially vhen one comes from a vorld vhere zhe supernatural iz usually killed on sight.

Zo, I appreciate her vork already.

[Rip really did.]

For the most part, zhe two vampires I haf met do not seem to even realize I am different. I zuppose it is just a zhing in my vorld. But, zhere is plenty I cannot do in comparison to zhem. Zhen again zhey may just zhink it iz because I am young for a vampire.

[She smirks slightly.]

Vould you believe I'm only in my eighties? I hafn't even reached one hundred yet. For creatures zhat are supposedly immortal, I am still a child compared to ozhers.

[As for being the only one though..]

Zhere vere a thousand of us created for zhe var effort. Among us, only a handful vere different und ve vere made part of a special unit und given ranks. I haf zhe ability to control my shots und make zhem hit multiple times along vith enhanced strength, endurance und stamina. I am fast, but not nearly as fast as zome of zhe ozhers.

On zhe downside, I cannot create ozher vampires, nor can I regenerate like a true one can...or create familiars. I can heal faster, but, remove a limb und I cannot replace it.

I'm sure she'll appreciate that. For awhile, there was a lot of misunderstandings when people like the dragons would go on hunts. Everyone eats something different. Namur made his own business off of hyping the fear of how deep and scary the Everglade is though. [Upside down grin.] He runs an escort -- bodyguard service. Though he might start taking people on deep run tours for tourism.

He founds something really interesting he hasn't figured out how to loot properly yet. I'll let him tell you about it himself though.

[And the grin saddens a little.]

Mm...

Grell's the only one I never had to worry about. All my brothers will die... long before I can. Even the youngest of them, Ace burnt out the fastest. Losing Thatch the first time about near killed me. Ace and my Pops went in the same day, and Pops just wanted me to look after the others, but it's like fighting the tide with my bare hands.

Meeting Grell... [Closes eyes.]

I've never been a day without her before. Ever since. She's had to deal with me taking off, and I didn't realize how-- much that must have hurt. I've been taking it for granted that almost nothing can hurt her. That she's as immortal as I am. That I won't, can't lose her.

I've lost Thatch... five times. I usually find him again. Nam-chan, 3, and he's had to deal with me going missing, and Ace... over a dozen but we always find him again, he doesn't remember a damn thing ever, but he's always the same, always still Ace even when he thinks we're his worst enemies.

But I've never lost Grell before.

There was this one time she pranked me... faked being dead and covered in fake blood so well I forgot she doesn't need to breathe, I just completely freaked out, because I thought... nothing could ever kill her. The first one, the only one I knew could stay with me.

I know we'll find her. [Hand over his eyes, and the other one clenched in a fist as his ankles are crossed. He almost looks relaxed, but Rip could probably feel the murder and war lurking underneath.] But every second without her feels more than ever like I've been robbed, and no amount of stealing time back with my brothers makes up for it.

[Rip chuckled a little and found herself curious at just what Namur had been doing and admittedly found herself curious of what he might of found. But with that also brought her wondering if he would even be interested in picking up where they left off. It's only been weeks for her and...three years for him?

Rip hated to admit that worried her a little.

She turned her attention back to him and nodded slightly. Loss was something Rip was all too familiar with. Being a vampire only made it worse over time. ]

...All of us died in zhe attack on London from vat I understand. I vas just one of zhe first casualties of Zhe Major's var.

[As for others though...]

You are lucky to haf Grell.

I haf lost...three lovers in my time in Ruby City. Honestly, I had no intention of taking anozher in Ceres..but, vell. Ve see how vell that worked.

[She grinned a bit. And of course, Rip doesn't regret it.]

But, usually I am zhe one left behind because zhey leave not because I out live zhem. Hell, It vould haf been impressive if I managed to outlive a god.

[Faint snort. Incidentally, that was the same one that got her killed on Valentines Day before she arrived in Ceres and met them.]

Beyond zhat, I haf lost numerous friends...und even a fazher figure. But, I doubt I vill ever see any of zhem again, even here.

...I zuppose loss is all to familiar vith me. I just soldier on, az alvays. Besides its not like I haf a home to go back to. Zhese vorlds are zhe only zhings that are extending my life, so zhe longer I can manage to stay, zhe more I can live.

[Rip went quiet and yes, she can sense the murder and war beneath and it calls to her own desire for blood and destruction. Rip was a monster of war, a creature created in an for it so if he were to actually let loose, she would be eagerly slaughtering along side him without stopping. Chances are, someone would have to kill her to stop her if it devolved to that. ]

Ja, ve vill find her. Besides, you haf a huntress under your command now.

[She grinned a little.]

A very damn good one vho has hunted vith zhe best~. I do not fail to find my targets. It may take a little time, but, I do not fail.

[Kirika was working at the time Marco was shopping for flowers, Kitten in the House in Attleton. Out front, her Zangoose, a Pokemon, stood out as if on guard. Why was that? Well, there was Kirika sweeping the front.

She saw two people coming this way, one she recognize, the pineapple head had a recent reputation on the network. The other? Well, she saw briefly on the network but didn't dig deep into her.

Zangoose lifted his head at the two, ready to leer until....]

Zangoose.

[Kirika called out quietly to her Pokemon. Without looking, she shaken her head. The Pokemon calmed, for now. When the guest were in range, Kirika turned her attention to them.]

Welcome to Kitten in the House flower shop.

[She treated them like any customers, not a hint of fear.]

Is there anything you are looking for specific?

[There's very few reasons that Lydia tends to go into the proper inhabited part of Everglade, mostly to do one of her jobs that requires it. But today she's pausing as she's catching a glimpse of someone leaving a flower shop, lips pursed and not particularly caring if her outfit is probably a little more revealing than she'd let on. But whatever, not important.

With a soft huff she's making her way over, arms crossed under her chest out of habit more than anything else.]

I take it the search isn't going well on your part, either? The more I pick up the less answers I get from these idiots around here. It's honestly rather pathetic to watch, I'm seen drow rogues more amiable than these.

That's the part I take for granted with Grell. I bound our threads together so I can follow her wherever she goes. I promised to never let her feel lonely again.

And I know she's waiting for me, because she's seen me do it so many times, tear up the universe for her if I have to.

[But he quiets and nods again, managing a small smile. He's not alone in this either.] Thanks, Rip.

Love the name. That's my nickname for Grell.

Roses. How many and wide a selection have you got?

[He nods, scowls, and the ironically grins at the last part, finally shaking his head.]

There's no way she's in Everglade.

The birds place her disappearing in Genessia. But that's... [Closes his eyes.] Tricky. To say the least.

[Head tilt.]

...Has she been found?

[She motioned him to follow with a nod.]

We have different types of roses. Anything specific?

[:(]

[Kiri... So hopeful.]

[Marco's expression dampens just like that.]

[He takes it personally that he's failing.] Not yet. But I will, and I want her to have good things to come home to.

[Rolls his shoulders in a shrug.] Everything. We're doing a renovation on some of condemned buildings and replacing at least one of them with a rose garden. A rather large one. Predominantly red -- I need all the petals in red, Grell's favorite [Wry grin.] -- but ah for the seeds, just... everything really.

[WELP. Now she did it. Didn't mean to.]

...Sorry. [So apologetic. She really felt bad there. ] She will like it.

[Not the best smile, but it's a small one. Now to some of the displays. She motions to the first one.]

These are Mister Lincoln. They have the most fragment with a deep red color.

[She carefully plucks one from the stand.]

Red roses meaning are courage and passion as well.

The Ingrid Bergman is another popular one. This one is more graceful and elegant with a deep red as well and the petals are different from the Lincoln. Those are the only reds we have for now.

[She even hands both of them to him.]

[Smiles back. It's okay, he's getting a lot closer!!]

Perfect. I'll need a dozen dozen of each.

[Gently tucks one into Kiri's ear, but minding the thorns of course.] What have you got for seeds?

Zhen you are both lucky.

[She smiles slightly. To her that was partially a foreign concept. Someone who never leaves...Or want her that much to fight to stay at her side. Rip's never experienced that kind of devotion before.

It...was nice to see that someone had that. Rip nodded back with her own smile.]

You're velcome Marco.

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