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[Marco is not happy. But then again, he's never happy, is he, despite the jokes? However, he's good at fooling others into the impression that he's the ever happy jester. That's part of his job description back home.

So, in a fithly gladiator cell with even filthier food, clothes (excluding the morphing outfit) taken away to a shabby yukata, he decides that after spending a night here and hearing the triumpant roar of the crowds and the dying screams of the losers, Marco decides that's enough is enough. Screw that marriage mess-up, he'll be moving to Mizusato and he'll be hibernating in his and Rin's new home for a very, very, long time. He'll just be avoid Gua and what's-his-name.

But in order to get to Mizusato, he has to get out of Yomisato. (He's pretty sure he's in Yomisato, anyway.)

But first, an SOS is in order. Because hell if Marco is going to die, gloriously or not, in a craphole that is basically making him to fight to the death.]

Hi everyone!

[He also loves writing e-mails back home - shows off his ability to reveal his cheeky tone in text, which is actually harder than it looks.]

I just want to say anyone living in Hisato who wondered if a wild animal finally got me in the past day or so, don't worry. I just got nabbed by a bunch of steroid-using freaks and is now being in some cave thing. You know, I think the crowd is getting restless out there, so I'll cut it short since it'll be my turn soon. [A total lie. Or at least, Marco is certain this is not true.]

I always wanted to work in the entertainment business after peace reigned on earth and hallelujah goes on and stuff, but I was never fond of getting famous for breaking your bones or smashing your head in the sports industry. What is the point of fighting your best when they are insisting of giving you crappy soup with maggots in it? And what's the point of being famous if you are too brain-dead to really appreciate your fans?

Or being too dead, for that matter.

So if anyone can help me out in this pinch, I'll return the favor. And if anyone one of you nutjobs who actually work in this entertainment business, I'll offer you a deal: it's possible that I can give you names and the powers of the other combatants. Get me out of this literal dead-end job, and I can give you an edge into future fights.

This is one-chance only offer folks.

P.S. I wasn't kidding about the maggots.


Mar. 5th, 2011 10:15 pm (UTC)
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Do you know where exactly you are? Yomisato?

I'm coming for you.

[And this is way more upsetting for Rin than her short text message suggests, but she wants to both add another layer of anonymity to her message and not let her distraction actually show through.

Time for her to be strong for Marco. This time, she won't let him get killed. She just won't.]
Mar. 5th, 2011 10:22 pm (UTC)
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[Marco been around Rin for so long, she can't sound anonymous anymore.]

I'm sending you the coordinates.

[And with a delicate press of the screen, he does.]

Rin, they got depowering guys here who also have a mean right hook. [Marco should know, he got one while mouthing off about their mothers.]

And you better have back-up. At least find someone who actually fights in these arenas.

Edited at 2011-03-05 10:28 pm (UTC)
Mar. 5th, 2011 10:33 pm (UTC)
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[Yeah, but the natives, honey, the natives. Can't do with them recognizing her right away when she comes rushing in to save him.]

Hey, depowering guys to nothing to me, remember?

I'll bring Iskierka, and someone else.
Mar. 6th, 2011 06:29 am (UTC)
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I hate spoilers. They ruined the nice gentle feeling you get on Christmas.

But now I'll take an exception.

Who is "someone else?"
Mar. 6th, 2011 09:51 am (UTC)
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Don't know yet. I'll find someone.
Mar. 10th, 2011 03:49 am (UTC)
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[Marco has a bad feeling about this now.]

I also need to tell you that this place has a ton of security. Mostly for the "fighters" like me, but also for the crowd. Bouncers, you know. I wouldn't be surprised if there's more than several dozens of these guys.
Mar. 10th, 2011 05:53 pm (UTC)
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[A beat, then she decides to take the chance to get more information about what she's up against.]

... anything else?
Mar. 10th, 2011 07:03 pm (UTC)
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I don't know anything else. I'm pretty much stuck in one corner of the stadium. All I see is pretty much one power-sucking guard to each cell. I think I am in the smaller sections, but I really can't tell.
Mar. 10th, 2011 07:11 pm (UTC)
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[Have a smile -- a bit uneasy, but she tries to infuse it with confidence.]

Thanks. I think I'll be able to work with that.


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