Family Meeting for the gang / Semi-Closed

[fierybluebird]

Characters: Marco, Grell Sutcliff, Thatch, Namur, Espio, and Tobias Hayes
Location: ~Around the Garden~
Rating: Hopefully PG-13. Let's keep violence/sex to a minimum okay?
Open/Closed/Finished: Semi-Closed (if another character wants to grab Marco for something it's available!)
Summary: Tattoo adjustments, family meeting, Marco stepping up as Captain



Sometime after the whole mission with Grell & Thatch, but before Namur also leaves on missions, Marco finally addresses the family cohesion "situation." Okay, so it's not exactly a situation anymore, but he's still concerned and there are things he needs to address with each and every member of the family, and with all of them together. And if there are going to be anymore miniature explosions, he'd rather they were now when he can handle them, then later at a very very bad time.

He hunts down everyone individually to make it clear that this meeting is not optional and if he has to pick them up and carry them there, he will. He also has needles and ink with him... so that might be a bit creepy. He gave himself plenty of time before all this though, since the meeting will be at dinnertime (which he has prepared) and throughout the whole day he goes around hunting everyone down.

Luckily, Namur is probably the easiest -- ironically? -- since Namur already was on the same page as Marco about it, and why Toby would normally be the easiest, Marco had a tendency to fall into a giddy Papabird mode that just wanted to play around with his favorite son whenever he was with the kid. As such, Toby is saved for last, since Marco can just ask him to come.

[ooc: there will be a big family thread everyone can go in any order on, because there are too many to go organized, and then separate threads for everyone.]

Comments

Thatch

[fierybluebird]

Finding Thatch was as easy as finding apples in apple pie. Yeah, it was just that easy. So really was it any wonder that Marco had been so surprised his brothers had been in the same world all along and he hadn't found them before?

In any case, Marco tackled his hair-obsessed brother out in the Garden quad between classes from behind in a giant glomping hug as Thatch was checking out ladies.

Seriously. Easy as pie.

[thatched]

He was not checking out ladies, you damn ninja pineapple. He was merely observing them. Still he grunted as Marco tackled him, turning his attention to the brother at his back.

"Why, hello, pretty bird." He patted Marco's hand and made little kissing noises. "Step up?"

[fierybluebird]

"If you insist, eh." Marco drawled in phoenix before shimmering as he switched forms and perched on Thatch's arm. "Having fun?"

[thatched]

"I suppose. Another day another beri." Or gil or whatever. No matter what Marco said, he was becoming tamed. They all were. He smiled though and scratched under Marco's chin and over his neck.

"And you? What's going on in that chirpy little head of yours?"

[fierybluebird]

Please. Marco can't be tamed.

Proof of which, he grins diabolically. No small feat as a phoenix.

"Family meeting tonight at seven for dinner. You will be there or I will pluck out goatee." He would too. The eerier part is still the way he says it, deadpan, and chirpy, in phoenix tone, it's completely nonthreatening and yet it's 100% serious.

[thatched]

He frowned.

"Did something happen?" Today had been quiet as far as he was aware. Did he miss something somehow? Were one of the others hurt? Or was Marco just planning something?

[fierybluebird]

A quick head shake. "No no, otherwise I wouldn't wait that long silly. It's just been something I've needed to do for awhile and I didn't have the strength before. Or wisdom? I don't know the right word." A birdie head tilt and he nuzzled Thatch affectionately. "Thank you."

He could do it now because Thatch was there. Like a light showing him where to go, or maybe just by removing the darkness from Marco's mind and heart.

[thatched]

"Don't thank me yet, pigeon." This meeting sounded ominous as hell somehow. Especially since he wasn't sure what was on Marco's mind. He wished he could be prepared for it. Figure out what it was about and steel himself ahead of time. But he wasn't sure if Marco would answer even if he asked and that would seem he wasn't trusting him.

"I'll bring some stir fry then. And cake maybe." He checked a nearby clock. "I have just enough time to make it. Out of wine, though." And not near enough time to run into Balamb. "Ah, maybe I can borrow some..."

[fierybluebird]

"No wine," a birdie head tilt. Wine and tattoos were a bad idea, even for semi-immortals. Marco wasn't sure if Thatch was testing in an effort to guess or get more information, but if he was, Marco could respect the way Thatch was doing it, letting him keep his secrets and just being gentle, suave, nice about it. Typical Thatch.

"And I'll be cooking some things too, so don't get too fancy and show me up, yoi."

[thatched]

Thatch raised his eyebrows. No wine? This was a weird kind of seriousness. Something heavy--but too important not to be dulled by wine? He didn't want to think about it now. Couldn't think about it now. His chest was tightening already with the thought of it and he knew Marco could feel the faint trembling in his arm which he couldn't stop.

Sorry, brother. I'm weak

"Aye? Well I'll keep it simple." He wasn't fooling anyone but at this point he didn't care. "At any rate, I'd better go prepare."

[fierybluebird]

Marco hesitated at the tremble and he quickly shifted to wrap his wings over Thatch's eyes in a glomping hug. "Do not be scared, it is a good thing," he promised seriously, despite the situation.

[thatched]

Who says I'm scared? he whistles, because that's not something he wants to say out loud. He takes Marco's wings from his eyes but pulls him close, resting his chin on top of that fiery head.

"I trust you."

[fierybluebird]

A small birdie laugh of delight and Marco whistles back cheerfully. "I know you do, brother. Thank you. I will not let you down, yoi." All the phoenix snuggles you could ever want.