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Characters: Ace, Marco, Thatch, Grell, Espio, Toby, Namur, Open
Location: Quad, Marco/Grell's room, who knows where else.
Rating: PG +, never can tell with this family
Summary: Ace just arrived and needs to meet the rest of his wonderful family. That includes the rest of Garden too.

It had been a few crazy days to say the least. Ace had gone from a near death experience to being dragged through time and space to a completely new place unrelated to his own world. After take a few days to get rested up, learn the ropes of Garden, and enroll in classes he finally felt as though he could hold his own here.

So here he stood outside of his room waiting patiently for Marco to come along and get him. The blond had asked him to meet up with him so he could introduce him to the rest of the family. Ace had to admit it. He was curious about Marco's child. What would he be like and would he accept Ace as his uncle? He took a deep breath and leaned against the wall. Marco sure as hell better hurry up before he got bored of waiting and wandered off.

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Namur was on his way back to his room after classes when he noticed a familiar figure walking in front of him, and ran to catch up.

"Hey Firebreath!" he chuckled, tackling his little brother from behind. "How y' settlin' in?"

Ace was shuffling down the hall rather aimlessly as he headed back to Thatch's room. He was planning on taking a nap. All morning he has spent trying to get acquainted with Marco's kids and all he learned was that they were having some major issues at the moment.

He heard Namur call out and turned, smiling widely at his fishman brother. "Alright I guess. They're making me take classes...and it sucks so bad. I hate it already and it has barely been a week."

"Ehh, y'll get used t' the classes," Namur said. "It's hard but y' learn some wicked cool shit. Check this out." He fiddled with the handheld GF interface- which he'd figured out a way to attach to straps and keep wrapped around his wrist- then stepped back and crashed his fists together. Flames engulfed his hands and flickered up his arms on impact.

"Know that ain't nothin' t' you, but watch." Namur put out the flames, pushed some more buttons on the device, and crashed his fists together again, this time sending lightning skirting across his arms. "Can do it with teeth or feet or anythin' I want, since my body's my weapon. They give y' a Guardian Force yet?"

"Not yet. We're suppossed to go over junctioning tomorrow I think. It's only been like 3 days since I technically started classes." He said a bit out of it. He was more impressed by what Namur just did. Sure he could already do the fire thing but lightning?

"How did you do that again?"

Namur laughed, and punched some more buttons. This time, ice spread out over his knuckles, and nearly up his whole arm. Clearly, this is the strongest of the three elements. "Y' got t' have a GF first. An' y' got t' make friendly with 'em, so practice with 'em an' shit like that. Then after awhile once they get t' know y', they'll junction up with y' an' make it so y' can do cool shit. This one's Shiva. The others are Quetzalcoatl an' Ifrit. Y'll prob'ly get along with him best, I think. Ifrit does all the fire shit."

Ace had a huge smile on his face as he reached out touching Namur's are carefully. It was so cool!!!! He was impressed and he was kind of interested in this Ifrit thing. "That sounds like fun! Maybe I'll actually go to class tomorrow," Oops...did he say that out loud? Oh well?

"So how long have you been here? Thatch and Marco said they'd been here years." Ace leaned against the wall, not wanting to block the hall in case anyone came through.

Namur chuckled, and un-junctioned Shiva's elemental attacks so he could grab Ace around the shoulders without freezing him. "Almost three years. Two an' a half in Trabia, an' jus' a couple months here so far. Come on, bro. Let's go for a walk or somethin'."

Edited (oh wait there was actually something important to say here oops. >.>) 2013-08-16 21:13 (UTC)

Ace leaned into the large fishman's embrace and gave a happy laugh. He really had missed his brothers terribly. "Really? That long? Where's Trabia? I've heard a few other people mention it. Is it another school like this one?" He said as he started walking; keeping in step easily with his bro.

"Well, they got a Garden there, but it's a bigass country. Like. Uh," Namur couldn't even think of an island that compared. "Like stickin' a bunch a islands together. An' the Garden's only part of it. It's cold up there, too. An' the Garden ain't anywhere near the ocean so I had t' go out huntin' these furry land things that made me sick, 'til Thatch thought a maybe takin' off their hairs first. Sheheh."

He lead them out of the dorm buildings and toward the training center where they could tussle and not get interrupted by some SeeD insisting that fighting's against the rules or some shit. Junctioning GFs to his attack is one thing, but Ace hasn't even seen para-magic yet.

Ace followed Namur along to the training room. He hadn't been in there yet and was slightly amazed by the shere size of it. "This place is so cool! It reminds me of some of the islands back home. I heard there are some pretty strong monsters or something in here." He said as he spun in circle.

"So you like here better then Trabia?"

"Yeah, lots better," Namur's voice was oddly quiet. But then it regained its usual volume. "There's some grats 'n' rexaurs in the back. But y' got t' have a SeeD t' get in. They got weights an' shit like that 'round here, an' places we can fight without someone tryin' t' break us up."

Namur chuckled, quickly pushing a few buttons again. "Think fast, Fire Pit!"

A spray of ice flung out of Namur's fingers, heading right for Ace.

Ace was still looking around when Namur called out to him. It was a good thing he was made of fire, otherwise that could have been bad. He had managed to get Hiken out before the Ice magic got too close. Still a bit wary, but suitably impressed Ace stepped closer.

"How did you do that? Shiva?"

Namur grinned, smile full of mischief.

"Works a little different, but yeah, that's her!" he cast another Blizzard toward Ace, then started pushing buttons again on the interface.

Ace avoided the attack but didn't counter, he wanted to see what else Namur could do. Seriously he was intrigued. "What else can that thing do?"

"Sheheheh, c'mere an' give me a hug, bro. Y'll find out," Namur chuckled, trying to goad Ace into a fight. "Or did bein' dead for a bit give y' cold feet?"

"Dead? What are you talking about?" Ace looked down at his body, he was still in one piece and everything. "I'm not dead." He glared at Namur, thinking he was making a joke.

"Whatever kind of sick joke that is, it's not funny." Surely Marco would have said something....if not him then Thatch.

Oh. Damn him and his big mouth.

"Ain't a joke," he said, straightening up from his crouch. "Didn't none a them others tell y' 'bout Time Compression an' all that? Catch y' up on what we know's happened?"

Shit. Namur hoped there wasn't some let's not tell Ace thing going on that he'd missed.

"They told me about time compression but no one said anything about me dying!" His voice was raised...not screaming but filled with more panic then anything. How could they not tell him. How could they just let him come back and be with them when he...when he....

"Is Pops dead too?" He had to know. There was no ifs, ands, or buts. He had to know if Pops was dead too.

"Y' got that one on the first try," Namur wasn't entirely sure he wanted to be the one having this conversation. He isn't the best with words and right now, the right words were going to be important. "They told y' 'bout that but not 'bout yerself, huh? Damn guppy bastards."

He took a deep breath, then remembers to un-junction Quetzalcoatl from his attack.

"What's the last thing y' remember? From home, I mean."

"They hinted at it, they didn't outright say it." Ace fidgeted for a moment...he looked as though he might either light the entire training center on fire...or implode in on himself and shatter into a million pieces.

He really wasn't listening to Namur any longer, lost in his own thoughts and feelings. Was that why Thatch left him that first night? Because he was angry that Ace had been unable to defeat Teach? Were they all having a laugh? Angry at him because he was the reason Pops was dead? Flicks of flame moved off his bare shoulders. He tried to reel it in, but his emotions were a little too much at the moment. How could they not tell him? How could everyone just lie and act like everything was alright? Weren't they family? Wasn't he important? Why? Why? Why?

"WHY?!" Ace let out a rather large column of flame, not caring if anything caught on fire. In his haste to get away for a moment....to process all of this without being bothered...to cry where no one could see him...to mourn for his lost father...the fact that he broke his promise to Luffy...oh god...Luffy...! Tears threatened to fall and all he could do was run. Past Namur. Past all the other cadets and officers. Outside. Fresh air. He just kept running. He didn't care where, he just need solitude, and quiet, and a chance to process all of this before he saw anyone else.

"HELL IF I KNOW!" Namur yelled in response to Ace's question. But his voice was probably drowned out by the flames. He was glad he hadn't gotten around to un-junctioning Ifrit from his defense, because otherwise that fire would have hurt. And there went Ace, running out of the training center. Thankfully the place was made for people to practice things like casting fire and limit breaks, so no major damage was done. At least, not to the facility itself.

"Auugh what is with everyone bein' a damn brat and runnin' away lately?" Namur groaned, then turned to follow after his brother. Since when was Ace such a guppy-shit he couldn't even hear the whole story? Ace never ran from anything as far as Namur could remember.

Ace ran till he couldn't any more. He stood staring out over the ocean trying to keep from shaking as emotions built up within him. Tears started to fall, something he wanted to stop but just couldn't. It seemed he had been doing a lot of that lately. He cried when he learned Luffy was trying to save him. He cried when he begged his grandfather to kill him so that he could save his family and stop the coming war....and now he cried as he mourned the loss of the greatest man in his life.

He didn't cry for himself. He cried for Luffy, he cried for his brothers in the crew who lost their loving father, he cried for Marco who was now alone, and he cried for Thatch, for not being able to avenge his death. For not being strong enough to defeat Teach. He collapsed on the ground, his head in his hands as he sobbed for all those left behind to clean up his mess, for all those lives affected by his own selfish choices.

Edited 2013-08-18 22:10 (UTC)

A few minutes after collapsing to the ground, there was a soft thud in the sand, the sound of someone breathing softly beside him. Namur didn't say anything, just sat drawing pictures in the sand until Ace was ready to talk again.

He wasn't sure how long he cried until there were no tears left. Eventually he just leaned against Namur, he didn't say anything, just relaxed against the fishman, drawing in his strength. He was still a mess inside and he wasn't sure how he would react seeing Thatch and Marco. For now though, for now he was calmer.

Ace relaxing against him was a good sign. So it was just overload, not a full on fit. Namur slung a long arm over Ace's shoulders, holding him firm but not too tight. He tugged at a few of the scragglier strands of hair, then went back to doodling in the sand- nothing fancy, just graffiti of Ace's name- and waited until Ace broke the silence.

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