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[fierybluebird]

[A: Video: Well now, he has to taunt everyone, but just how to do it...]

Seems like everything is getting a little interesting again, eh?

And for all those who don't find it so, check out the After Life Nightclub for all your nighttime and clandestine adult needs.

[Holds up a finger.] Except prostitution. Because my wife will kill you. And I'm not kidding.


[B: Library: Marco has always been a little bit of a bookworm, despite what some of his family might realize or think, but he's still boring his way through tomes and volumes, trying to study and glean all the universe's knowledge at once and comparing maps to try to put together a compilation. There's a good fifteen books stacked to his left, and rather than bother with ballpoint pens, he's using a quill to make his varying notes, please don't spill his ink.]

[C: Later at the Nightclub: He's hanging out near the bouncer, reading a book. In a nightclub. He also may or may not be sporting glasses frames that have no lens. Because he's a giant freaking dork from hell. But no, he's totally on the job. Totally.]

[D: Dungeons: You know what is the worst place ever to try to fly and fight? A dungeon. Why is he in the ruins again? "Training?" This was a bad idea. There's a blue phoenix kicking skeletons and bugbears and occasionally swearing loudly in squawks. He misses fighting at the Garden.]


[E: Private for Espio:]

Kiddo, we need to talk.

Comments

[C: Later at the Nightclub:

[highprices]

I don't think I've seen you around here.

[Crystal works in one of the VIP rooms and while she's heard word of new hires she's yet to formally meet Marco. A light smile tugs at her lips while dark black fabric drapes and accents the lovely curves of her frame.

Unlike Marco, it looks like she's at work.]

I was taking a short break but perhaps I can fetch you something before I go.

[As a hostess she fetches and sees that customers are happy. No reason she can't do that for employees as well. Plus she very much enjoys talking to others.]

[fierybluebird]

Marco.

[Nods in greeting, but holds up a wing hand.] Nah, I'm good, thanks. You know Grell? I wasn't going to switch positions, but anything to keep her happy, eh?

[highprices]

Yes, she's been here as long as I have.

[Crystal flashes him a smile.]

If there is anything I can get you please let me know.

[fierybluebird]

Thanks cutie.

[A wink right back.] Crystal, right?

[Because even though she hadn't said her name, Marco is a devious little birdie.]

[highprices]

That's right. Someone did their homework.

[She continues to smile.]

It's nice to formally meet you Marco.

[fierybluebird]

Likewise, yoi.

You enjoy it here?

[Video]

[grizzly_tea]

Oh gods, it's you.

Dare I ask who would marry you, or should I just assume the fact that she will murder people is enough indication.

[Video]

[fierybluebird]

Aye. The latter about sums it up. Good job, guessing, eh?

[Video]

[grizzly_tea]

[She's just going to sigh, face-palming at the sheer force of chaos, anarchy, and discord that was Marco the Phoenix.]

Not really, I think anyone who's known you for more than an hour could likely have made a guess like that. At least I can hope that if your wife frowns upon prostitution to such extreme levels she might keep you a little bit in check... but that's a very small hope indeed.

You don't remember me do you?

[Video]

[fierybluebird]

[LAUGHS. She frowns on prostitution... but she's more murderous than him 1/2 of the time... so. No. She doesn't hold him back. Or in check.]

Can't say I do Little Miss Moppet. You're not one of Big Ma'am's daughters, are you?

[Video]

[grizzly_tea]

[Like she said, small hope indeed.]

Certainly not! I shudder to even think about being associated with someone with a name as odious as 'Big Ma'am'!

B

[lazyjustice]

[The library seems to be neutral ground. And at any rate less excitable. It also shows that he took the time to track Marco down despite being relatively new to the area. Kuzan can find him if he chooses and will choose the battlefield if he can.

He doesn't engage the phoenix beyond letting him know he's there and calmly looks over the shelves; though not searching for anything particular]

[fierybluebird]

[It's been prickling on his haki, and he already saw your post Kuzan.]

[He can't tell if this is to taunt him or not, however. After all, it IS a public library. Why wouldn't the marine have his own business there?]

[Marco keeps a half eye on Kuzan to see what section of books he's at, but continues on his notes.]

[And then clears them, and replaces with a large rolled up paper disecting what appears to be a singular metal arm, but clearly with diamond workings. 8|]

[lazyjustice]

[interesting. He takes only a split second glance out of the corner of his eye on what Marco is working on and then, wondering how much he's paying attention, pulls out a book on cooking poultry. Three Hundred and One Fascinating Ways to do so, as a matter of fact]

[fierybluebird]

[Hackey-sack KICKS a bottle of ink at Kuzan's head :|]

Oops.

It slipped, yoi.

[lazyjustice]

[catches it if only to preserve the books and gets a splatter of ink on his hand for his trouble. He clicks his tongue]

I don't doubt.

[he shelves the book and then returns the ink]

Yours, I believe.

WHATHCA READIN' THERE PINEAPPLE-HEAD

[puscrunch]

[So far, so good. His conversations with a whore, a noblewoman, and an old enemy all seemed relatively fruitless. Useful information, too. His hatred for his own race seemed to go very deep. That haughty girl eked out bits and pieces of the truth, but luckily, Marco wouldn't bite. The whore was just positive reinforcement. The tall one, on the other hand...he might be trouble. Few things break preconceptions like meeting a contradiction in the flesh. He also detected a hint of subtlety, which for all PC knew, might work better than the shouting match.

For now he'd count on the tall one's sloth to render any influence he might have impotent. What really concerns PC is what the patient is reading. Something to do with charts, obviously. Navigation? If that's all it was, he could rest content that nothing very different was likely.

But if not...he better have a look at those titles.]

Trash :V

[fierybluebird]

[Indeed, all charts, maps, and navigation. Nothing philosophical in the least. Marco's not a fan of reading anything that ticks him off.]

[And he's had enough of that today already.]

[However: There are some medical textbooks in there about nerve endings, and mechanical limbs. Bit strange for a man who regrows his own naturally.]

Re: Trash :V

[puscrunch]

[Strange, but not all that concerning. PC didn't trust reading of any kind, unless it were smut or something equally trashy. Even the navigation charts suggested something real, which wasn't quite safe. Physicists have had some regrettable experiences.

Not just philosophy, but poetry, history, letters, plays, novels...hell, even romances can suggest things that ought to be kept out at all costs. The Enemy would literally use every trick in the books.

But this all seemed like business as usual. Better keep an eye on that medical book, just in case...]

[fierybluebird]

[Indeed, as the other side of the stack will show, there is also a rolled up scroll with diamond plated parts, a sketching of an elaborate arm piece? And Marco shifts through the books to where he'd bookmarked part about freezing nerve endings in particular. Something to do with the tall one, almost certainly.]

E > Voice

[espio]

[Marco, don't you know those words are bad words? Nobody ever hears "we need to talk" and assumes the best.]

...yeah?

Voice

[fierybluebird]

Where are you? We can go grab cake.

Voice

[espio]

[Unsuuuure. But he glances around before naming the place - he's on a random street in Nova City, not near any particular landmark.]

[Action]

[fierybluebird]

[Flies over and picks him up--]

[Only to switch to human briefly.]

Oi oi, I keep forgetting...

Climb on yoi.

[Back to phoenix.]

I can talk in a way you can hear now, yoi. In case you forgot, eh? Something to do with this place.

[espio]

Mm.

[He hasn't forgotten. He just... didn't think it was because of this place, specifically. He climbs on, snuggling slightly into the feathers because warm - human shape or not, he's still cold-blooded.]

You know nobody likes being told 'we need to talk', right? That's code for 'you're in trouble now'.