Marco & Espio go on a mission in Trabia

[fierybluebird]

Characters: Marco & Espio
Location: Trabia
Rating: PG-13 for Pirate language and violence
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Trabia Cater Mission at the Center



"Quit whining," Marco chided the chameleon, even though he was the one who'd convinced Espio to take him on the mission on the Instructor's pay grade. In the snow. Despite knowing full well how badly the winter weather affected the chameleon. "You're warm-blooded with the potion now, might as well use it." And he was even more bundled than a fire breathing dragon hanging out in Wano Island. "Besides it'll be fun, eh."

Marco's idea of fun was so rarely shared with anyone else.

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[fierybluebird]

"Do you have that with you?" Marco forced his voice to remain calm. Inside he was already inclined toward panicking. It had been all his stupid idea to bring the chameleon out here, to egg him into this, calling him a scaredy-cat until he caved, and now Espio had to pay for it? Definitely not fair. But it would be no good lamenting it. What was done, was done, he just had to start making it better from here on out.

He doesn't wait long to see if the Lapahn decide to come with him, he just runs back to grab Espio and stick him in his shirt. "Don't fight me on this, I can wrap you in my feathers until we get somewhere warm, it'll just be... difficult." Stupid stupid stupid. Horsing around with his brothers was fine when he had 1600 because they were also enough to keep him in check and remind him when he's going overboard and plan ahead for eventualities like this. Damn it.

Marco grabs the sleeping Lapahn, and now checks on the others. And holds Espio out enough just to see them. "Got anymore sleep spells? I promised I'd take them all back. It's not fair to split up family, eh." Never underestimate the absurd morals only a Whitebeard pirate could have.

[espio]

"No - well, I have Elem-Def, but not enough Blizzards to have any effect..." Espio began to explain, before suddenly he found himself in Marco's shirt and up against his chest. Holy shit. What was he, a kitten?

Naturally, he struggled for a moment, but it was a brief one considering what the other option was.

"I always have a lot of sleep spells," he answered, obliging by casting another pair. Sleep being a spell found on the Training Centre monsters, there was always a ready supply.

[fierybluebird]

"Cast it on them and I'll carry them out of here. We'll have to get more rope or something when we can though, eh?"

Marco rubbed his chin. "I wonder if the training center's even big enough to accommodate them all."

[espio]

"Can we figure that out later?" Espio asked, firing off more sleep spells. "You know, when I'm not freezing my tail off?"

[fierybluebird]

"Aye aye, thanks for the spells, eh? Let's get you all out of here." He grabbed he could and got moving.

"If nothing else, I'm sure they can gang up on the T-Rexaurs."