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Personal Log #12 - Planning [Video]

[Spock fiddles with the journal for a moment, making certain that the message is broadcast to everyone but Nico Robin.]

Greetings and salutations everyone. It is my hope that everyone has recovered from the latest Malnosso experiment, as from what I heard from others, I do not envy your experiences.
At this time, I find myself with a request for those of you who are familiar with Miss Nico Robin. It has come to my attention that due to recent events, Miss Robin's emotional disposition has greatly suffered, and it is my wish to see it improved. From what I understand of various cultural habits, it is common to utilize various festive activities to improve emotional morale. These activities should consist of conditions that are agreeable to Miss Robin, so if there is anyone who is aware of what Miss Robin enjoys, please inform me as soon as you can.
I am asking for assistance in planning this gathering... I believe the proper term is 'party'? Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated, as well as refraining from telling Miss Robin about this.
The time and location for this gathering will soon be disclosed.

[Spock lifts his hand in a Ta'al.]
Peace and long life.

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[Spock looks up, after having taken his seat once more.]

Indeed. I believe the term is 'bad timing'. I hope I did not create a dissidence between the both of you?

[A bitter laugh and Marco shakes his head.] No.

It wasn't you. Robin-- [She inflamed all his passions, and he always seemed to go from ice to fire around her. How? Why? It made no sense.]

I said once if my brothers were here they would never stop smacking for saying the wrong things around her. So aye, I understand all too well how-- [A sigh and he rubs his temples.]

It will be worked out. In time. But it is me, not you, I promise. I just hope it does not put you in an awkward position, eh.

[Spock looks down at his journal.. then back at Marco.]

Do not concern yourself about my feelings.
[Because he has none... or at least, he has them under wraps, right?]

The important thing is Robin. What did she mean by Nakama? [Spock needs to know her perspective... but he wasn't going to get it from her.]

[He leans his back against a tree trunk.]

Crewmates.

They are comrades on a journey through life. Family. [A muscle in his cheek twitches from how hard his jaw is clenched.]

My captain was never just my captain. And if she thinks I love my brothers any less because there are so many of them, she's a fool, and welcome to keep her distance.

[He clenches a fist, quietly acknowledging the firestorms raging on the inside of his head. Too many things he hasn't dealt with, too many things he couldn't deal with. No outlet. Robin missed her crew, missed her friends, didn't feel she could trust other people the same way? Her loss, but of course Marco couldn't accept that. How could he? He wanted to protect her, to help her. Did she think he didn't understand what it was like to be separated from one's family? His crew was his life. Did he wear this tattoo so openly just for show? She'd known the Straw Hats deeply and they'd fought together long and hard, but anyone who denied the experiences of Luceti was an idiot. How many decades had she thought Marco spent with his brothers, with his crew? Did she think it was so easy, such a small task to add more to the numbers of those he wanted to protect?]

[After Blackbeard's betrayal?]

[HAH!]

[Marco almost eerily calmly grabs his former seat across from the Vulcan and quietly takes a sip of his tea.]

My father, my captain, was killed by a former nakama.

Perhaps I am pushing her too hard. [Because Marco himself had to be that strong. To recover no matter what. To still accept new people in his life despite all that fear.]

[To still forgive those who were brainwashed, who were stupid, who made mistakes. Squardo stabbed Whitebeard to betray him in the middle of battle, if Marco could forgive that, how could Robin stand there and say nakama could only--]

[It's not his crew.]

[Perhaps that is what bothers him. Just as Nami's words cut him to the bone unexpectedly, Robin's too, deeply affected him. Because they were the future of the world. They were going to take his place and their ways weren't his father's. And yes, he resented them for it.]

[Still, he fixes Spock with a serious look and in a very calm, all too quiet voice:] Still, I do not understand how a woman as strong as her, and as smart as my father can allow herself to--

[No. He's still too angry. He needs to calm down more. Marco glances off to the side, thinking rapidly again.] Cut herself off from the rest of the world. [It would cause more pain in the long run. Marco knew. He'd been there, done so, experienced that pain too often. And he knew, understood better than anyone, why Whitebeard had such a large family, such a large crew. So then why? Why did she insist so hard on limiting those she trusted? Did she think it made it easier to protect them? Easier to discern the good from bad? It didn't. And it didn't change the hurt when they disappeared. It just meant that there were others to lean on. And she wouldn't even lean on him now. Her pride. And Marco hoped it wouldn't hurt her as much as he saw.]

[If he could see it, then it already had to be more than she deserved. Though, anything was more than she'd earned.]

Again... please forgive my temper. It's been a trying time.

Perhaps I am just sick of watching young kids make the same mistakes I have already had a chance to learn from. But then, if they do not learn for themselves, how will they learn it, eh?

It's still painful to watch. [He hates watching and not being able to do anything. Might as well put him in Marineford all over again. Every move he made, was it ever enough? All he could do was save Straw Hat. All he could was try his last best to protect the future, for the sake of his father and Ace's dreams.] May I ask you something else? [He was slipping into polite now. The manners are a sign more than ever, that he's shook up and trying to hide it.]

[There was a lot that Spock wanted to say, to ask. But he hesitated because it was not his business... that and he had already done enough.

The Vulcan's brows furrow as he regards Marco. It is quite obvious that he cares for Robin deeply... a romantic would say that it is written all over his face. In Spock's opinion, Marco's feelings are being practically shouted from a loudspeaker.

Marco truly is an extraordinary individual... both of them are.
So, he contains his comments and questions.]

Of course. However, you are not attempting to 'change the subject' correct?
[Because that will not do. And Spock is formulating a plan, something to help Marco at least a bit. He saw that fist hit the table... he recognizes a caged animal when he sees it. That same expression was shown to him when he looked in the mirror.]

I am not. [His words and tone are stiff, but letting out more of the emotion than the polite formality from before.]

As a first mate, and someone who would have to take your captain's place were he not here, don't you have to trust each of your crew members to hold their own and do their jobs?

Trust is of utmost importance. It is what we were all trained to to do, and I have placed my trust in them to do their job. We work together to ensure our mission is completed, and our survival is kept.

[The Enterprise? Of course he trusted everyone to do what they were supposed to do. But he tilts his head at Marco.]

Why do you ask?

Because that is why I am annoyed.

Perhaps I'm getting even older than I realize, but it's incredibly frustrating to watch this crew that is trying to take my place flounder like a bunch of guppies while I must fight the seakings of the world.

[Spock quirks an eyebrow.]

All generations must find their own path, however, learning from those who were there before is only logical. Have you talked with them?

[Then again, Spock doesn't fully understand what Marco is trying to say.]

Such a thing is difficult when they do not remember anything yet. If they were children before, they might as well be babies now.

I'd expected more from Robin, as a historian, but perhaps I am expecting too much.

This greatly troubles you. Surely you and Robin have spoken of this before?

[Because.. they were together right? He can't imagine Robin wouldn't listen to Marco.]

Aye.

But not at great length. It has never been a conversation either of us wanted to have.

And yet it seems as though it is a conversation that needs to happen. Perhaps clarity in this situation will aid your relationship... however, I should not be giving advice on such things.

[Have a very small, wry smile.]

Perhaps. I do think you're right, but it's a discussion that won't be happening tonight, I'm sure.

[He looks off distantly for a bit and waves a hand back and forth.] We will sort it out, but I think we both need a little space at this time.

Very well, however, I find that I am still worried about you. Recently, my Captain informed me that 'bottling emotions' was not a good thing. I propose that we spar.

[Because yeah, they would both benefit from that.]

I don't... generally... spar.

[Turns back to give Spock a very serious look.] I fight to kill, or I'll only fight someone I know is strong enough I can't kill. Chun-Li had to kick me through buildings before I would agree to spar with her, and even then...

Until you've fully mastered haki, I don't think that would be a very good idea. [Rubs his lip with a fist.] No. Even then. As a zoan, awakening bloodlust like that can be quite dangerous.

[If Spock was more human, he would have laughed... just in response to everything. Instead, he just gave Marco a very smile hint of a smile.]

This is quite interesting. Never before have I been immersed in a place with so many stronger individuals than myself. I am three times stronger than the average human, yet I find myself sorely outmatched by most beings here.

[Spock ducks his head...] My apologies, I will not offer again.

[Now he's at a loss for what to do. There is nothing to do except wait.]

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