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Saving the Day [CLOSED]

Who: Marco and Grell
When: 2nd week of hell at the Island Closes to Heaven
Where: /points above
Rating: Probably PG13-R due to cursing, blood, and drama~
Summary: The rescuers do the rescuing.

Grell hadn't needed to flee this badly in a good, long while. But here she was, running away from some large beast. It was pretty powerful, and whatever damage Grell could have done to it wasn't enough.

Overall, it was very exhilarating.

Make no mistake that she was running away, but there was a plan up her sleeve, which was a bit tattered. Really, it was time for a new coat, although it would be hard to part from it. When the monster managed to catch up, mostly thanks to Grell stopping in her tracks with a broad grin on her face, it swung at her. Quickly, Grell flickers out of sight, making the creature pause after its strike, wondering where its prey went.

In a nearby tree, Grell was crouched on a branch above, watching it look about for her. She said nothing as she pondered her next move.

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Grell hadn't returned yet and Marco was getting a little nervous truth told. Patrolling the entire island the same way he did whenever his crew stopped somewhere dangerous back in the New World was oddly similar, actually. It wasn't the same of course. There were way more kids, actual kids, and the monsters were more literal monsters, but the kind that couldn't just be intimidated away by high levels of the King's style haki that could make enemies pass out. Marco was fine with that however, it was basically what he'd always expected a war against Kaidou would be like, just luckily less cyborgs and robots. Marco was sick to death of robots. Give him paralysis and Marlboros being assholes any day of the week. At least they died the way they were supposed to instead of some weird shorting out.

Still, patrolling the island was mostly similar at least. No bars for his little idiots to be holed away in, but then, the plant-life provided its own annoying coverage instead. There was still the basic port, and aside from some draw points, most everyone had enough sense not to go too deeply into the wild.

However, Marco's wife was not famous for having sense. More like the opposite. She had enough bloodlust that Marco's own levels of extreme bloodlust really looked tame in comparison sometimes. And she still hadn't come back yet. Fuck it.

Marco whistled a signal to one of the other SeeDs on patrol duty and flew deeper into the island looking for any signs of red. He avoided a chimera on the way over, after quickly making sure that no kids had been hurt by it and coasted along breezily. There were more than a dozen advantages to being a phoenix, but one of his favorite continued to be that most monsters had enough sense to keep the fuck away. Even cannibalism was usually preferable to monsters than trying to deal with a phoenix.

He caught sight of her red hair and ghosted to a branch just above her and folded his wings to look down at the Ochu running about. He carefully gripped the tree branch in his talon and peered his head down at her to give her a quizzical look. No kids were with her at least. So what was the hold up? Her coat was a little tattered and frayed, but if anything that would have just usually infuriated her, not sent her running. Then again, she'd been at this for far too long. How many kills was this for her? Crazy death reaper.

He didn't say anything, couldn't actually, not while still stuck as a phoenix, just gave her a look to ask if she was ready to go home yet or not.

She really had planned on being back sooner, but she just lost track of time. That tended to happen when Grell really got into her work. What also tended to happen was her getting into trouble. It went hand in hand usually.

A bright hue of blue caught her eye, and she was pretty sure that it would catch the attention of the creature below, so she did the only logical thing she could. Shoo him away with her hand.

"Shoo! SHOO! Off with you, now!" Grell said in a hushed voice. She lost her balance, however, and flailed her arms a bit before landing unceremoniously on the ground. Sure, she managed to break her fall by jabbing the tree with her weapon, but she still landed ungracefully.

Now that definitely caught the Ochu's attention. It roared and launched one of its tentacles at her as she made to get up from her fall. The DEATHSCYTHE was still lodged in the tree, unknown to Grell.

Marco wasted absolutely no time in switching to hybrid mode so he could dropkick the Ochu into oblivion.

He jumped down from the tree, and used the force of the speed to slam the Ochu in the head just between the threatening poisonous tentacles with a haki-reinforced heel.

"If you're quite finished," Marco growled impatiently to his wife behind him, not even checking to see her either inevitable temper tantrum, or adoring loving eyes at his awesome rescue. Okay the latter was clearly just in Marco's head, because the man thought he was just that cool. In any case, rather than ruin the lovely mental image he had of the scene by turning around, he just savored that imaginary daydream.

What an annoying show off.

Grell was definitely going to give him a piece of her mind in three...two--

"I HAD EVERTHING UNDER CONTROL!" Grell stood upright before yanking her weapon from the tree. "If only you hadn't come with all your glorious SPARKLES and distract me!" Damn sparkles.

Marco refrained from laughing at that complaint, just smirked and walked over to put a flaming blue wing of an arm around Grell's shoulders. "I've no doubt, but don't be so stingy next time. Come on Kitten, it's time we got bac-"

Marco turned his head back at a sudden sound, and was torn between burning the flames brighter in case of sudden danger, or letting them simmer down lower to hide them. "You hear anything?"

Was he serious?

"So says the one stealing my KILL!" She threw a dirty look at him, but it didn't last long as she, too, heard something rustle close by. "Oh good, more play toys~!" Grell stepped out from under that protective wing and walked off a bit to the side, surveying the area. "With so much foliage, I'm rather surprised we haven't been ambushed already."

The rustling continued, but Grell was having difficulty picking up on the direction it was coming from.

"You mean the student's kills. This isn't completely supposed to be a free-for-all, Kitten," Marco sighed and followed her along into the brush.

Grell waved her hand lazily. "Details."

With her weapon, she cut down the overgrown brush with ease, but it was still annoying. Leaves getting into her hair, getting worked up because of the climate. "I want a bubble bath after this!"

The rustling was still continuing, but suddenly it came at a faster pace than before. Whatever was stalking them made itself known not long after in the form of an over large tentacle fast approaching them. Or rather toward Marco.

Without much warning, Grell ran back to Marco and pushed him out of the way. There wasn't much room for her to escape the path. The impact is pretty intense, knocking Grell into a tree trunk hard.

"That seems easy enough to arrange," Marco quipped. Then Grell started running back and he just quizzically tilted his head at her. Nothing was on her tail so... what was she running from? Before he knew it they were both on the ground and Grell hit her head on the tree.

Marco's eyes flashed dangerously, and without warning he went completely murderous in a flash. He rolled her over beneath him so that he could take blows on his back with the blue flames and switched fully into hybrid mode to murder the attacker in cold blood as quickly as possible. "That wasn't necessary," he growled to his wife, more furious with himself for having been so distracted he even needed her to push him out of the way. His arms grew bigger with more and more flames growing and taking in the air around them to heat it up and give him some lift so that could use his vengeance attack and kick the ridiculous monster through several trees away. Oh yes, Marco was pissed.

The sight was very blurry for Grell, but all she could see was a wall of blue. She looked up at Marco, dazed. Something warm was trickling near her eyebrow, but for the afterlife of her, she couldn't figure it out. Words were heard, but responding seemed more of a chore than necessary. She did want to ask what he said, but...

She settled for trying to get up. It seemed like Grell was just grasping for air. Where the Hell was the ground?!

"Shit, Grell!" Marco turned and ran back, covering her with both of his wings and he quickly checked for her glasses. She was basically blind without them and that blood did not look good. He gently kissed her forehead and put her glasses carefully on. "As good as red looks on you, let's not have it be from your own blood, okay? Can you hear me?"

"M'kay...okay..." Well, the glasses helped lots, but the world wasn't looking any better. She heard him, but if he asked later if she did, she may say 'no'. "Did we finish, yet?"

Grell went to get up, which was wobbly at best. She held onto his arm as she got more of her bearings.

"Aye... No more outdoor antics for you, Love. We're going back to base right now and I'm going to make the entire staff of doctors look at you if need be. Are you safe to hold onto me flying?" he bent down and carefully scooped her up into his arms, just in case, she was not in fact, actually able to manage holding on on her own.

Grell sort of pouted, but maybe Marco had a point. Her head was throbbing! She nodded, hugging his neck when scooped up. "You really need a saddle." Now she could imagine him being a horse, which made her giggle.

Forgive her loopy-ness.

"If you make me one and promise to get a riding crop and cute spurs, I'll wear it. But only for you," he leered and gently kissed her temple before shifting into full phoenix form. It'd be safer in the air where less monsters could even try to go after him.

He'll have to remind her later. Yes, indeed. For now, Grell nodded, and prepared herself for a high ride. She was aware that using her own power to get them back to Garden quickly may backfire, do there was that sign that she was still functioning well.

"It's a date!"

"All right, good," he nodded, and picked up pace to head into the sky and fly her over the island over to where the Garden was docked.

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