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     She had hoped to be alone, at least for a little while. Rey is very good at keeping things to herself, but it seemed to show just how much emotions and secrets were beginning to weight her down. Though Rey knows she could go to her friends for help, she knew the felt of their troubles. She felt it, and so to burden them less she kept silent.

     Marco, however, had always been different from the others. She wasn’t sure if the pirate could get stressed, or how he even dealt with it. When he entered the room, she had already known it was him. Through the Force, she could sense his intentions, though it could be a number of things he wanted to talk about. Things she wanted to keep to herself.

     “Marco…” Though she tries to hide it, Rey sounds tired and wary already.

     “…What is there to say?”

He knows firsthand about pain. Emotional, physical, everything. He’s got a lot of years to back him up, and he knows the signs when he sees it. He could see it in his crewmates, in the way their eyes would flicker or their shoulders would heave. Rey isn’t much different. It’s the way the air hangs around her, tense and muddled. He can’t say he’s fond of it.

“A lot-yoi.” His arms are folded, pads of his fingers gently pressing into his arms. She can’t hide the tone of her voice, and his lips purse tighter. She doesn’t want to talk about it. As much as he sympathizes, this can only go on for so long.

“I can’t say I know exactly what you’re going through, so I won’t bother pretending. But I do know it’s hurting you, and it’s clear as day.”

There’s a pause, allowing her to think before he continues.

“I won’t push you. But it’ll eat at you day and night, and I don’t want to see you beating yourself up it.” He sighs again, and his posture straightens, finally letting his gaze settle on her alone. “Whether you like it or not, your friends who care about you are involved as long as you avoid it. Life isn’t that simple that you can hide it away forever.”

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He heaves a sigh-- it’s neither soft nor loud, but enough to be heard. The tension that threads itself through the halls is threadbare, and he can feel himself tugging on it more and more each day. Whenever they pass each other, speak, he can almost see it, too.

This was going to come eventually.

Whether she’s trying to ignore it and trying to figure out what to say, he decides it’s better to just face it sooner than later. Getting it out will be good for the both of them, seeing as how he doesn’t like to see her bottle things up.

“Rey.”

Marco doesn’t move from his position, leaning slightly over the back of the couch. He doesn’t look directly at her yet, opting to wait, but his eyes are focused. 

“It’ll only feel worse if you don’t say anything.”

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“Dear…what have we gotten ourselves into this time around.” It’s a statement more than it is a question. Buildings that seem to reach for the skies endlessly and plated in only what can be described as steel. The reflection of both she and her steed could be seen, face scrunched as she tries to guess just where she is. Only when she spots the familiar lax attire of her beloved does she feel a slight weight lifted off of her chest. She wastes no time in promptly running over to him, Marzia following closely behind as she throws her arms around his neck and pulls him close. It may not have been the time nor place, but what was one to do specifically? 

“Marco! Darling…it seems that we’ve been whisked away to someplace strange together. How odd, don’t you think? I hardly mind it much now that you’re here with me.” She says, which is then followed with an affectionate nuzzle.

And really, she’d have done more than that had a familiar scream in the distance not interrupted. Though unwilling, she loosens her grip on the pirate before looking in the general direction of where the scream had come from. Lo and behold… “Ah…it seems we have a situation.” there’s a sigh before she continues. “Come…we must lend my brother some assistance.”

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This could certainly be worse. The altitude and wind through his hair was admittedly a favourable sensation, but he’d prefer to enjoy it when he didn’t have to look over his shoulder every other moment. Only a fool would pick some unnecessary fights if they didn’t have to-- especially in a place like this. A hand scratches the back of his head as he sighs softly, hand resting firmly on his hip as the surroundings are regarded with a hawk’s eye. He spots her about the same time she does him, and he lets the tension slip from his shoulders for a moment of respite as she closes in.

“That so? I’ll have to admit the feelings mutual, then-yoi.” The lazy smile on his face widens just a bit, arms loosely wrapped around her waist. “I’d call it a little more than odd, but I’ve dealt with worse. Just a shame we can’t talk a peaceful walk while we’re here.”

A shame indeed, seeing as how his gaze flickers upwards the moment that loud noise hit his ears. The tension returns, eyes narrowing slightly as he glances at the scene in the distance before acknowledging her words with a slight start. And then he looks at her, and back at the figure, before curling his fingers into a fiery blue fist. 

“Looks like introductions are gonna have to wait, then. I’ll try and be on my best behaviour.”

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for the duration of the event, Marco will be in Eta or Olympia-- so if you’re in the area and would appreciate the help of a flaming bird-man, then smash that like for Sky Pirates. He can transform his arms and fly with them about three times a day for 3 minutes each as well as regenerate at a much slower pace than normal, but he can punch things pretty damn hard. 

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It’s been a while since she’s been at a dance. She couldn’t even remember the last time she did but goodness was this particular one fun! It’s good to see the usual citizens of this place try to enjoy themselves and it’s always nice to slow down for a while and appreciate the little things in life like this. She was wearing a dress with a simple silhouette with a light pink hue to it. She could see people doing limbo and she clapped and cheered to the people who achieved the challenge. She looked around and she spotted a taller gentleman with an unusual outfit. In fact, he was shirtless sporting a big tattoo on his chest. She thought it looked really fashion forward and with no shame she approached him.

“Your outfit! How interesting!” Her voice was always leaking with optimism and she looked him up and down and noticed his strange haircut too, and she wondered how the hair manages it’s shape.

“Your look is so edgy… I love it! Where did you get this look?”

Dances weren’t really occasions for people like him, per-say, but with recent goings-on a little unwinding was in order. After all, while it lacked the familiar scent of booze and sound of lapping waves, it was still a party. The smile on his face is small from his position near the edge of the ring, but it’s hard not to when the atmosphere is so infectious. 

The drink in his hand is halfway to his lips when somebody bursts into his bubble, half-lidded eyes widening for a split second before returning to normal. Of all the things, being approached by somebody so young for something so odd is definitely new, but it earns a small chuckle all the same.

“Don’t know if I’d use the word edgy-yoi...” That’s definitely a first, and he shifts his feet to get a better look at her. “Just call it a standard where I come from, miss.”

“You look like you’re enjoying the night. That’s good, for somebody so young.”

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solarfacet

▊狐 “You can’t tell me that there aren’t people who actually talk like that! You’re disregarding them as a demographic! How tragic!”

“I’m fully aware there are-- I’ve met quite a few myself-yoi. But you’re going to need to work on yours to be a little more convincing.”

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▊狐 “ARR! Ye be a salt lover, be ye?” She may have picked up some pirate lingo from Francis Drake.

...Well.

“You could call it that, if it means you’re having fun.” He can tell a faker a mile away.

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“Even after such a long time here-yoi...I still prefer the never ending scent of salt to the one of smog.”

And the deck of a ship beneath his feet instead of a concrete sidewalk, but those are trivial complaints.

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　 　 It’s something of a relief to know that Rey has at least mentioned his existence a time or two, even if a few of their housemates seem unaware that they are indeed housemates now. That is a conversation for a later time. 

　 　 “Yeah, that’s - yeah. Not to brag or anything, but I might actually be the world’s worst liar, so you don’t have to worry about that.” It’s truly a wonder he’s managed to keep his identity under wraps this long. “But, uh. Yeah. Nice to finally meet you and all that. Man, I really gotta meet everyone else around here. Unless you’re the last one? I don’t even know anymore.”

He doesn’t mind the moments where Rey tells him about her day, the people she meets and so forth. He can remember quite a few names, but is unable to put them to faces. This one, at least, he’ll recognise from now on.

Little hard to forget a guy after an introduction like that.

“If that’s something you want to be proud of-yoi, I won’t stop you. It is a talent.” He chuckles, stance just getting a little bit more lax. “Likewise. And I’m likely the last, unless you haven’t gotten a chance to meet Ace or Sabo yet. Not that it’s hard to find them, despite how big the place is.” Just listen for the loud crashes, or the yelling, or the arguments over food. Either or. “Taken the grand tour yet, or just deciding to get comfortable?”

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Heaves a sigh.

Robots? Again?

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“Not exactly the norm for a guy like me, but if you’re into having wedding crashers-yoi, then be my guest. ”

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Depending on the day, sometimes they would barely see each other. Occupied by their own business or the place simply being too big to cross paths, he recalls some days he’ll simply see her wade out to the garage to line her palms with oil and sweat and not see her for hours. A bit of a far cry from a ship packed to the brim, but he’s gotten used to it.

Now, though, there is a lack of loud boys in the mansion. Where they’ve off, Marco doesn’t know, and nor does he really express concern for their whereabouts-- they’re big boys, they can handle themselves. It’s just him and Rey, the table otherwise void of sleeping figures or empty plates. There’s another gulp of coffee (a familiar cup in his hands, to be specific), and half lidded eyes close for a moment before they lock onto the other figure in the room.

“Bit quiet without them arguing, isn’t it-yoi?” His voice is a lazy drawl, setting the mug on the table with a small clink.

“You’d think I’d be used to times like these by now, but I’ve always dealt with a little more noise.”

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➤ MARCO from ONE PIECE

Very chill (for the most part)

Is a pirate and is very proud of it, thank you

Generally easy to talk to, if you’re alright with the occasional teasing

Can be found almost anywhere: parks, bars, high places he shouldn’t be because he likes to fly 

Relatively unphased by weird stuff. He puts up with enough on a daily basis.

Has a moral code and isn’t afraid to give someone the occasional swift kick in the ass.

Is still a citizen (almost out of it), but has some unlocked powers from an event. He can regenerate at a slow pace and also turn transform his arms into wings made of blue flames. Normally, he can turn his entire body or select pieces into his Phoenix Form, but this is all he can do at present.  Could still knock someone out, though.

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　 　 On the one hand, he doubts anyone would believe this guy if he tried telling them about how he found Peter Parker crawling across the ceiling. On the other, he really doesn’t want to risk it. Besides, he feels like he should’ve actually, y’know, MET everyone ages ago. Not for the first time, he thinks of how strange it is to live here.

　 　 “Peter. Peter Parker. I’m, uh. A friend of Rey’s. And I’m starting to think she’s never actually TOLD anyone about me, which… I guess isn’t all the surprising? Sort of? Except that it also kind of is. Because here I am.”

Now, now. He isn’t the type to go spilling secrets, even on a bad day. It’d be an amusing thing to bring up at the dinner table, but there was no need to embarrass the guy any further. Besides, in a house full of men who can all light themselves on fire, somebody on the ceiling isn’t too out of the ordinary.

Somehow, however, Marco doubts he’s aware of that.

“Marco. Peter, huh? Let’s call it a pleasure, then.  And I’m going to guess it might have slipped her mind...that, or they made a decision without mentioning it. I wouldn’t be too surprised at either-yoi.” He shrugs his shoulders-- unphased. “But she has mentioned a Peter, so I’ll take your word for it. After all, lying or sneaking in here wouldn’t do anybody any favors.”

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nohright

❝ I see…he sounds very charming, one of a kind, I’m sure. I’m a bit excited to meet him along with everyone else now. You wouldn’t mind if I spent the night as well, would you? It has to be an all-day event, of course. ❞

“They’re all very excited to meet you, too. I’m sure you’ll fit right in-yoi. And I can hardly say no when you put it like that. The mansion’s pretty big, there’s more than enough room for a few extra faces. Where is entirely up to you.”

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　 　 Peter tries to make it a point not to crawl around on walls and ceilings when there’s a chance someone could walk in on him. Unfortunately, he doesn’t always realize he’s doing it until something falls out of his pocket or he trips over a door frame.

“H-hey! This is - it’s not what it looks like.” He falls to the ground and lands in a graceless heap. “It’s - well. I…” Real smooth, Pete. Now try it again with real words instead of panicked sounds. “Look, just - promise me you won’t tell anyone. I mean, it’s not what you think, but still. Just. Please?” 

A good question would be how did he get up there, or why is he up there right now, but all Marco seems intent on asking himself is are there any shoe prints up there?. he wasn’t cleaning them if there was, the others with more flying ability could help themselves. He is impressed at the fact the guy manages to hop down relatively unscathed, but his landing could use some work.

“You sure about that-yoi? It’s kinda hard to miss something like that.” He sounds more amused than anything, posture lax as arms perch at his hips. Teasing.

“No need to be embarrassed, I’ve seen stranger. But if you want me to keep my mouth zipped, I don’t mind keeping a secret.” He does, however, let his gaze sharpen just a bit. “But only if I get a proper introduction first.”