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[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.

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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.]

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.

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?

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

[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?

[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?

[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'!

[Hm.]

Kay.

[So does he ask for a name, or not bother?]

[NAH LET'S TURN IT INTO A GAME.] Some noblewoman's daughter upset that Thatch spanked her mother -- among other things?

[At some point Maribelle will likely regret that Marco doesn't know her yet...]

My mother is dead thank you very little, and I very much doubt that I even want you to remember. You're just as terrible now as you were when I met you... no, I suppose you've actually mellowed which is rather frightening to think about.

[Maribelle is just going to involuntarily shudder.]

Suffice to say, pirates are not the sort of people I find to be very tolerable and you did not exactly find me to be the most pleasant of people to speak with either. The only time you showed me the least bit of courtesy was when I was turned into a mermaid.

Have I? [Well, he was a bit wilder as a "child." Less responsibilities, far more immortal recklessness. Ah, the days when he still thought he was immortal and nothing could hurt him...]

You were turned into a mermaid, but you are not usually? [Arches an eyebrow. He's heard of some strange things, but that's a new one.]

As the result of a curse, a friend of mine had her body swapped with mine, and so I was in her body for a time which was that of a mermaid. I wonder if you are perhaps a bit speciest towards humans.

[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]

[COLDLY:]

You can't be speciest to humans, because they're the most dominant, overwhelming, and therefore annoying species who likes to enslaves other.

Anyway, most of my family is human. At least half of them, [Thinks, attempts to count.] Well.... maybe a third. But some of them.

[Waves hand dismissively.] Thatch is.

I don't hate humans for being human. I just hate nobles who are so inbred they've become genetically inferior to the rest of the world, yet abuse their power and status while trying to isolate themselves because they're too fragile to even breathe the air filled with germs they cannot resist.

[Who looks like a pineapple and lives on the sea? MARCO THE PHOENIX]
[Who wants to kill nearly everyone he sees? MARCO THE PHOENIX...]

[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|]

...

......

Ah.... I take it that was your attempt at some form of... humor? Suffice to say, the nobility of Ylisse is most certainly human, and to even think that we are not would be an arrogance that would defy rationality. Let me try to make this as clear as possible. Yes, I am a noble, yes I do take pride in my station, but I do not and will not ever deny my own humanity.

So I suppose I'd have to say that you do hold many prejudices, but that they are brought about by the corruption of your world rather than simple blinded hatred.

Edited 2016-07-09 23:35 (UTC)

[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]

[pops into frame]

'scuse.

[digs in Marco's pockets for some money and then bops off]

[Rolls his eyes and flips her off.]

No, I'm absolutely prejudiced.

Firstly in anyone who couldn't call themselves a monster or friends of a monster, or with monster or demon blood. Secondly against anyone foolish enough to be proud of being human, [SERIOUSLY YOU CAN FEEL THAT DISGUST IN HIS VOICE!!!! ..... Although it's still deadpan.] Thirdly against nobles who take pride in that and lastly, in any fools who think that their world, or any world is less corrupt than mine. That's a brilliant kind of pathetic naivete that will get you killed, and I can't be bothered to pretend I'm not looking forward to watching it.

Edited 2016-07-09 23:45 (UTC)

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

Oops.

It slipped, yoi.

Ace, isn't there enough in your money box?

[HE DOESN'T KEEP MONEY IN HIS POCKETS. WHAT KIND OF A MORON DO YOU THINK HE IS?]

[....]

[Ace don't keep money in your pockets.]

[And teach Luffy that it will fall out there god.]

[then what is it he has... Lint?

ew...

He wipes it off on his pants]

Yeah, but it's at home. [and he's hungry now] Never mind. I'll go back and get it. Also your pockets are gross.

[who keeps lint in there?]

[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.

[It was seeds :|]

[He hopes you grow chia plants on your pants.]

[Wark wark wark.]

They're to keep out grubby hands.

Why do you need money?

[He MIGHT lend you his card... but that depends on why.]

[And if he'll have anything left in his account if he does.]

Forget it.

[it's not a big deal and the important thing anyway was flow. Sure he's hungry and wouldn't mind eating now but he wanted to get in and get out and so now he's getting]

Later.

[he really needs to find a way to make a dramatic exit]

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