[ Fire like Marco's never fucking felt before roils into his chest the moment he sees the grave. He was just watching for the hell of it, honestly, frowning at the stupid antics but keeping tabs on it like he's kept tabs on everything since the warp. Now? Now there's blue fire crawling up his chest and face from just left of center. If they touch a single piece of stone or bead of that necklace - ]

[ But then the form comes into view, and the blue flame dies. ]

[ Marred and burnt it may be, there's no mistaking the remnants of that tattoo. ]

[ The last of the blue flames sweep away just as the red ones erupt onscreen, only to explode again, bursting into full phoenix in seconds as soon as the feed goes blank. ]

[ At least he doesn't need to track the feed. He knows exactly where to go. ]