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[deadlyjuliet]

[The journal clicks on with the sound of a chainsaw dying away in the background.]

Augh, Will, are we done yet? I swear, this sea water is wrecking havoc on my--

...

[The sound of water and waves and not much else follows for a moment.]

Where...? ...! Where are all the bodies?! And the ice?! WILLIAM, DID YOU JUST LEAVE ME IN THIS BOAT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ATLANTIC?! WILL?! RONALD! Ronald Knox, so help me, if you took off just because of a little overtime, I am going to---!! Ugh! Will! Wii---

...ngs?

...Why.....do I have wings? ...WHERE THE BLOODY HELL IS MY SHIRT?!

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[voice]

[deadlyjuliet]

It would be the second or third time this day. Night. [Something.]

If I had one, I would use it, but apparently whoever marooned me here thought only to leave me a book, one oar and a backache without any of the fun memories to back it up.

[voice]

[fierybluebird]

What? That's terrible! What were you doing in an ice ocean anyway?

Okay Miss, I'll try to fly out there and row you back, but it's a lot of area to cover. You don't see anything identifiable out there do you?

[voice]

[deadlyjuliet]

Working. Quite a bit of work to do when one has the undead and the dead all mixed up together.

...I'm in the midst of the ocean, dear. I can do my best to signal, but there isn't much besides water, more water and--

Oh. Joy. Seaweed.

[voice]

[fierybluebird]

Undead? Dealing with zombies??

[A quiet laugh at the seaweed line, totally amused.]

Okay, what do you look like? I have to spot you from the air after all. And I'll keep my journal on. If you see a giant flaming blue bird, don't panic, just give a little whistle, that's me.

[voice]

[deadlyjuliet]

...Well, it can't be any stranger than the rest of this day.

[She sighs.]

Bright red hair like blood, love. Only one on the ocean, I suppose. And if you'd be a dear and bring me a coat? I simply can't stand the idea of being seen like this.

[voice]

[fierybluebird]

If you fought undead, I'll just bet.

Sure thing doll. [Since he's yet to receive a name.] One coat and rescue coming up.

Got a preference to a type for that jacket? Long, short, colors? [Well, it'll be a pain to carry while flying, but whatever, he'll manage.]

[voice]

[deadlyjuliet]

And that wasn't even the strangest of it.

Long, red, warm. Something that hugs the curves, if you know what I mean.

[voice]

[fierybluebird]

Oh? Do tell.

Hah... [Brief homesick moment of missing Izou; his highly fashionable okama brother. Not to mention strange and crazy days are all that make up the New World.] I think I can find something suitable, eh? And if I fail, you can always reprimand me and show me what would have been better.

[voice]

[deadlyjuliet]

Ah ah ah~ Curiosity killed the cat, dear, and this is information for our people only.

As for clothing? At the moment, I shall take anything that shall cover and keep this dreadful cold away.

[voice]

[fierybluebird]

Pity. And I was so looking forward to a pick me up story.

I'll bring blankets too. And hm... I can't place you yet. Do you prefer tea, coffee, or hot chocolate? I'd offer soup but it would take too long and my little brother might eat it before I could pack it.

[voice]

[deadlyjuliet]

Oh, I could tell you a different story, if you like - one of a fair damsel and her heartless demon beau.

Tea would be lovely. British Isles and all.

[voice]

[fierybluebird]

Now that sounds excellent. You have caught my ear already lady.

British tea? I'm not sure what we have, Luceti takes people from a lot of different worlds and the items and foods are like that too, but I'll do my best. Any particular type of blend? Green, black, sugar?

[voice]

[deadlyjuliet]

Herbal or black. Sugar and milk, if you please. I'll have your tale ready for when you arrive.

[voice]

[fierybluebird]

Might as well tell it as I fly, since like I said, lots of area to cover.

Unless it's better in person.

[By this time he's got the jacket ready and an easy-to-grip backpack stashed in his talons. The journal won't be showing much of Marco though, since he stashed it on his belt, which means it's recording a side view of the ocean and sky while he flies.]

[voice]

[deadlyjuliet]

[Odd.]

I suppose... I do need some time to gather my thoughts on it. It's a personal tale, you see. My darling beau just hasn't realized it yet, but one day I'll find the route to his heart and claim it for my own.

[voice]

[fierybluebird]

Unrequited, eh?

Did you tell him your feelings?

[voice]

[deadlyjuliet]

Oh, he knows very well. I made sure to make a very clear point of it the last time we met. But sadly, we were drowned in the sea of sorrow and rent apart by the deadly scythe of time, falling prey to the hungry maws of the most tragic drama that is our lives. For he is a demon and I am but a blushing maiden, and never shall the two be met and married but in the sanguine confines of our eternal struggle...!

[voice]

[fierybluebird]

Wow. [All the deadpan, but he is thoroughly amused.] That is some epic story.

I really wish Izou were here to hear it, he'd love the hell out of it. [Flying around looking for signs of red and brown out of all the blue.]

I guess that's the problem with demons. But surely there are other beaus in the sea, eh? Or am I missing some part of the fatal attraction in this story?

[voice]

[deadlyjuliet]

And it isn't even the whole of it. Ah, but my heart can only take so much of this recollection before it breaks again~ The thought of losing him once more, torn apart until next we meet, it's almost too much to bear...!

[One day, Sebastian. Grell will kill you. Just you wait. 8( ]

Mm~ There are, of course, but--

[But...Wait. There's one, but why does it feel like she's forgetting someone....?]

........?

[voice]

[fierybluebird]

Oh dear, that is tragic. Sorry to bring up painful memories, then. [Deadpan fly fly flying around.]

Hm? But what?

[voice]

[deadlyjuliet]

Ooh, I must have gotten distracted thinking about him~!

[Because that feeling she's forgotten someone is really nagging her. What the heck, self.]

And they aren't so painful - not for me anyway. I simply must bide my time as Death does, waiting until the opportune moment to strike.

[voice]

[fierybluebird]

And that's a morbid way to talk about your love at all. [As he has the best gothic lolita mental image of her now.]

At least you're patient~

[voice]

[deadlyjuliet]

What can I say. I love him to death. And I can be very patient, love.

Not...when it comes to having no clothes, but on most other things, yes.

[voice]

[fierybluebird]

[Another laugh.]

Winding up at sea isn't the best way to wake up in Luceti, but at least you didn't need a mermaid rescue. Some people get dumped straight into water. I wonder if it's because of where you were before this, eh?

[Starts spiraling downwards, hopefully that splotch of red is her.]

[voice]

[deadlyjuliet]

Perhaps. We'd been charged with collecting those left at sea so it would explain why I am here now. [Grell shrugs and leans back, looking up at the sky.

Holy God, wtf is that thing.]

....Is that you?