[Namur shrugs again, resting a hand just over his hip where he'd had Whitebeard's mark inked into his own skin. He hadn't been sure if he really wanted it at the time he'd had it done. Now, he wished he could plaster it large and proud, somewhere the whole world could see. He'd done it with the number of his Division though, and that would have to be good enough, since a man's only got so much face he can cover before he starts looking like a dumbass, and there's a reason he wears long sleeved shirts.]

I dunno. Mark 'em yerself makes most sense. Or were y' talkin' 'bout designin' one fer y'? Y'd have t' think 'bout it, I guess. Don't wanna pick somethin' stupid an' change yer mind a few years later. Sheheheh.