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fuckhut sweet fuckhut || closed.

sinisternocturne​ // redjennering​

He can't quite call this place a home, yet, but he's warming up to it anyway. Home is movement, home is sailing, home is nakama. This stagnant little hut standing stark and proud in one of the more dangerous sectors is just a place to crash in. 

And smoke in, apparently. The dealer at the other end of the sector was practically giving this stuff away. 

First bowl's always free, he said. Shit's so good you'll be coming back for more for sure, he said. Sure, whatever-yoi, Marco said.

Good thing it wasn't anything heavier. He'd seen stuff like this and stuff that'll put one on their ass for days back in the Grand Line. Place was full of dangerous things to ingest and to smoke, and pirates often got creative. It was something he'd liked to do when there was down time, so curiosity overtakes him. 

How well does this stack up against what he used to smoke? Marco packs the bowl and holds it aloft to Sera.

"Guests get greens-yoi. You're welcome for the hospitality."

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"Goddamn … I can’t believe you are here," he finally said, voicing his disbelief. "I’m not sure how long it’s been since that day, but hell, I haven’t seen you in two years. It’s probably not a good thing to be stuck here but you don’t know how glad I am to see you." And he spoke the truth. Hell, anytime he saw someone he knew in this city always made him happy. It meant that they were still okay, and that they still lived on despite what happened to him.

Its bizarre and alarming and Marco can't find words right away, either. Silence hangs between them, suspended by their disbelief. When Ace speaks, he's overcome with questions above all else.

"Two years ... ? You've been okay-yoi?" there goes his big brother syndrome, "I mean, you ... look okay." 

' Okay ' is such a broad term here that he has to laugh a little at it, shake his head, "Which makes me think this is all some ... fucked up dream."

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It wasn’t a dream, and it wasn’t a hallucination. Marco was truly standing before him. He had gone for two years without seeing anyone from his nakama, he almost doubted that they would ever appear. Yet here stood one of them. Although there were so many things he could say, wanted to say, he found the words to be stuck in his throat, rendering him speechless. Questions swirled in his mind. What happened to pops? Was everyone still alive?

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Marco spends more time out of his hut than he spends inside it; he's serious about both his wanderlust and the need to know his enemy, although he hasn't quite figured out as much as he'd like. There's no rush on it, but its not exactly like a vacation, either. 

He's got his mind on his crew and his ship when he happens by a dilapidated building and, more interestingly, someone attempting to scale the fence encircling it. 

Marco stops and he stares for a moment, crossing his arms over his chest while listening to this person talk to themself.

"Anything interesting in there, or are you just climbing fences for fun-yoi?"

[closed] stealin' shit

Sera has no idea what “industrial" means, but she does know that, aside from being the most disgusting looking (and smelling) sector it’s probably the easiest place to start messing with the city’s higher ups, since it’s where the "power" is. -and "power" is the word for the weird sparky magic that makes everything in the Hive run.  Easy-peasy place to cause a lot of chaos with a little action. Except for the fact that arrows don’t really do anything except bounce off of the buildings and land sadly in the dirt. Punching? Even less effective against buildings. Also kinda makes your knuckles gross and mangled. Fortunately, anyone who has done any kind of less-than-legal work knows that there is always something useful - or at least valuable - you can nab from people who hire other people to do nasty work for them and the industrial sector is filled with that. Which is why, about five minutes after the sun has set, Sera has already picked out the best building to start messing around in out of the entire sector. It’s a shabby looking crumbling mess, with boarded up windows and the only form of security a shoddy looking wire fence with signs that read “CAUTION" and "DANGER”. She snorts as she jams a foot into one of the holes on the fences and hoists herself upwards, “The only danger here s’me-” another foot in, another chunk scaled “-and maybe fire if I find anything wooden screaming to go back to the Maker.”

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sooo i just got back from katsucon! it ABSOLUTELY kicked my ass, even if it was really fun. i'm going to pick up threads where they left off, but you don't need to reply to them in turn if you'd like to drop. just lemme know! 

tagging the suspects: dxienkai sinisternocturne tenshouoff visionsofred

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confess! have you ever felt envious of long, flowing hair?

"If I wanted long hair, don’t you think I’d have it? Nah, I'm good."

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Confess! Are you a full-time bird or a part-time one?

"Do I look like a bird right now-yoi? Part time only.”

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Put 'Confess!' plus an accusation about my muse in my ask, and my muse will confess whether it's true or not!

Here’s some examples to start you off-

Confess! Are you turned on by [insert kink here]?

Confess! Do you like [insert name here]?

Confess! Is it true that you once [insert odd/silly activity here]?

Confess! Are you scared of [insert fear here]?

Confess! Did you cry during [insert movie here]

Or think of your own! Be as cunning as you like…

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Sector Three always made him feel incredibly jumpy. Even stepping into it made him feel rather uneasy. He’d probably feel more at ease once he got Zangetsu back, but the sword wasn’t in his grasp to allow him to protect himself. Not at the moment. He’d heard all kinds of shady things about this Sector, so he always hated when he had to pass through it. Moreso he hated having to find his way back out. "Oi. You wouldn’t happen t’know how to get out of here, would you? I’m kinda lost and this place creeps me the hell out."

There's a gunshot -- distant, though -- right as Marco's attention is grabbed; he doesn't tense, just looks from some fixed point back to the young man speaking at him. Marco gets a little tripped up and turned around leaving, even now; the underground seems labyrinthine and its dangerous on top of that.

"Was thinking about leaving myself, oddly; I'll lead you there."

And off he goes, motioning for the other to follow.

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Marco presses his lips into a hard line and quirks an eyebrow at the other. He's going to go out on a limb and figure Edward was placed there, or at least has some ... interesting stories.

"No. Gamma, and it sucks. Which is why I'm on the train in the first place-yoi." he grins, swiveling to look out of the window, "Sounds like your district hasn't been too good to you either ... ?"

train of thought [[closed RP]]

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The call of his name is nearly lost in the city, but Marco catches it. Not just the word, but the voice -- is that --

He turns on his heel and searches for the source. Maybe he's hallucinating, maybe he's just so hopeful for a familiar face, a familiar voice, that he's just making it all up, and ...

"Ace?" 

He's several yards off; Marco finds himself walking those yards that feel like miles. But he stops short to get a better look at the other, all of him. He's there, he's alive ... He's fine ... ?

Marco tells himself to breathe, again.

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It was rare for Ace to find someone from his own world in the city. Granted, he had seen a couple individuals from there, including his own brother. But as always, they ended up disappearing soon after. But out of all of them, Luffy’s disappearance was the one that hurt the most. He had  been here five times, and it was five times he disappeared.   But seeing this familiar figure standing before him, he couldn’t quite believe his eyes. Never had one of his own nakama come to the city. it had always been either Luffy or his crew, or one of the Shichibukai. Before he knew it, he was moving, his steps moving in a hurried motion to catch the other male before he disappeared. If this was some sort of joke, he wasn’t going to be happy.  Attempting to get his attention, he shouted. ”Marco!

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"Deer Dance" by System of a Down

Circumventing circuses Lamenting in protest To visible police Presence sponsored fear

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"I used to read a bit when I was back home, so ... sure."

"Since yesterday. Tell me, do you have… a interest in books?"

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He, of course, doesn't know what Chicago even is; nearly wants to ask what sea that's in, but he might not even be from the same place. Marco just nods at the admission, more interested in the fact that he just got here as well.

"Marco." he says, "How's it been for you-yoi?"

Terrifying, disarming, strange? What else could it possibly be? He snickers at the question himself, shakes his head.

"That's ... probably not the right question to ask."

train of thought [[closed RP]]

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don’t stop (color on the walls) // foster the people

Crayons on walls I’ll color on them all I’ll draw until I’ve broken every law

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          “Blood makes you related but                      loyalty makes you family.”

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"Apparently not as adaptable as I thought-yoi. How long have you been here?"

"A cafe, or somewhere? I don’t know how adaptable you humans are now.”