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Marco the Phoenix ([personal profile] fierybluebird) wrote in [community profile] concoursec2013-07-04 04:21 pm
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Manly brother bonding times // Backdated forever ago

Characters: Marco & Namur
Location: Wandering
Rating: PG-13 for cursing and piracy and drinking
Open/Closed/Finished: Closed
Summary: Marco needs his sharkbro for all the things. All of them. And likewise with birdbro. NAKAAAAAMA!



After the battle Marco was fairly refreshed all things considered. Maybe napping in the middle of it had been a good idea after all, no matter what anyone said! Still, there were many things weighing on his mind and no longer just the loss of his son. Thatch's return was confusing, albeit a glorious relief, but he wasn't the only brother, and Marco truly wasn't sure whether he hoped Namur hadn't lived through Thatch and Whitebeard's death or not. If he had though, that made Marco captain now and he had every intention of living up to it. He hadn't spent the last three and a half years just having fun and meeting new people. He'd taken as long as he could to deal with the losses for himself and learn new ways to save everyone he could. And that included Namur.

So he sought out his favorite shark-bro commander and waved casually, "Yo. Let's go for a walk, eh? Or a swim and flight if you're inclined. Or fishing." Or all of the above.
om_nom_namur: Art by Jozu on Pixiv (i saw that...)

[personal profile] om_nom_namur 2013-07-15 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Namur opens his mouth to talk a number of times while Marco hurries on, until finally he sighs a little and gives up. When Marco finally finishes, there's a long pause, while Namur waits to see if he's actually done. Then he chuckles.]

Yeah, well. 'S how it always is, ain't it? If it ain't deep it ain't worth jumpin' inta the water.

Weird though, seein' 'em wearin' the Old Man's mark. Seems like they're yours more'n his, y' know?
om_nom_namur: Art by Pink Afro on Pixiv (criminal brand)

[personal profile] om_nom_namur 2013-07-20 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[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.