wir sind wir / open, death + return/power discovery

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]ooc / just gonna make these two threads in one for convenience purposes *w*

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ic / It was hard to tell what really happened.

The scene was a difficult to read kind of scene; bottles of alcohol on a shaky-legged table, all empty. Some of them had made their way to the floor, busted and broken due to them being made of colored glass. The shards laid there untouched, glistening from the sun that filtered in through the windows laced curtains. Enough bottles were there to suggest that he was drunk at the time, just maybe, even if Marco was a cat known for handling his alcohol well.

Leaned against a leg of the table was a bloodied up tom; Marco Reus. It appeared he had been cut in the neck, near the actual throat, by a dagger. The weapon laid beside his lifeless body, some German sentence written upon its blade. Was it a suicide? The choice of murder weapon suggested so, as it even had words from his native tongue (it seemed unlikely for anyone else to have something like that). But at the same time, Marco was a good guy. He hadn't had no problems, besides maybe adjusting to a foreign land and trying to fight an alcohol addiction.

So what was it, his death? To most, it would probably come off as another of the many suicides; but to those closest, they'd know in the bottoms of their gut what really happened - death by his own deadly addiction, a suicide fueled by drunkenness and the jumbled mind the alcohol gave him.

A week later.

It was strange, it was. Here he was again, a new; he was no longer the Marco he used to be appearance wise. No longer had his mother and fathers blood in him. It was someone elses, someone he hadn't even known before. Marco, as much as he direly wanted to be back in his old, original body, was now a cougar. A large one at that - tall, but slender for the kind of animal it was.

Golden eyes looked over the border. It felt unnatural being here again. Almost like he left - then again he did, but unwillingly in a way. The male cougar, large and powerful, lifted a heavy paw, looking at it again once more in sheer disbelief. How? Marco couldn't even wrap his head around the whole thing.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Alaskanpaws sudden appearance was a bit startling - he'd gotten in thought, he guessed. "It's Marco, Lask," the German murmured, his voice still rough and sort of gritty. That accent from where he originated still was there, lacing his speech, helping prove it was him in a way. "I think... I died? I do not know what happened -" he stopped mid sentence, deciding not to ramble on or something.

And then, like a brick, it hit him - so he did powers. Or a power, really. All of it was suddenly making sense. "I guess I have multiple possessions now?"