Posts by ( MARCO REUS )

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  • PASSING OUT PIECES / open, two joiners

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Marco dipped his head in a silent greeting before speaking. "My name is Marco Reus, and I and my companion - who I don't believe has yet to catch up - were wanting to join, if you wish to take us," he informed her in a quiet voice, glancing over a Dan. "You don't need to understand; it wasn't directed towards you." Calm and collected by appearance, inside he was hoping his English was right or that they could understand it even with his German accent trying to break through into his speech.

  • PASSING OUT PIECES / open, two joiners

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"Then you'll need to learn then, won't you, Langweiler?" The beauty of knowing a language someone else didn't. Teasing, he could say whatever he want smoothly, and Skully was stuck with the skill of assumption. "Thank you, Emilie," he said with a nod, glancing back at the rather heavy-eyed Skully. "We'll find our way around."

  • ONLY GOING BACKWARDS / open, meet and greet

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Marco, now on his own without that slowpoke Skully with him, was outside the entrance of the cathedral, glancing around. The surrounding woods had him thinking about the forests back home in Germany, even if those were much different than these. The tom took another look about, hoping to spot a new face - maybe now was a good time to get associated with people and make acquaintances. "Meet and greet."

  • DEATH AND ALL OF HIS FRIENDS & open

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"Are the embers still hot? If you wanted, we could cook some meat up or something," Marco piped up, padding over beside Skully. He gave the guy a silent greeting with a dip of the head before turning his attention back to the fire. "I got some squirrel from earlier buried not far off, Kleine."


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  • still desperately trying to escape inactivity [open]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Marco was new, that being the cause of his lack of friends - it was his excuse for now. However, he valued deep conversations, and so making a friend or atleast a close acquaintance was rather easy for him. Hell, he could make it seem like an art if he wanted too, eh?


    His tall, slender figure could be seen walking over with long strides, coming to a stop a small distance off from Angelpaw and Calum. "Hallo to you both," he greeted quietly, his voice a bit rough from his German origin.


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  • now how did i get here ? || O ; Joiner

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Marco joined the formed crowd, that sliver of a smile on his face, though natural. "Welcome to SunClan," he said, "I'm Marco, Marco Reus." It was nice to see SunClan had it's fair share of new members - it meant he wasn't to be the only with Skully.


    Working up a grin, Marco playfully arched a brow; "A few days? Aw, come on, Hirsche Jungen, you shouldn't leave so quickly!" he exclaimed, giving the stag a wink. "I'm sure after a couple of days you'll unable to leave."


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  • climb up, soon we'll be flying / private

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Marco was taking a stroll, reciting some lyrics from some tune in his native tongue. His voice was laced with a sing-song voice - it was exactly what you'd call singing, it just had a little ring compared to his normal speech, if that made sense. "Hast du gedacht, ich würde verlassen Sie weinen, wenn es Raum auf meinem Pferd für zwei? Klettert hier Jack und nicht zu weinen - ich kann genauso schnell mit zwei gehen."


    It was a shame no one in SunClan - that he knew of - spoke German. He was struggling with English and all its dumb grammar rules. Why did it have to be so complicated? And with all those exceptions? Plus, his accent was still heavy even when speaking in foreign words. Marco's singing ceased as he knitted his brows and his ears perked - did he just hear something? Not wanting to shrug it off, he glanced around, alert and senses sharp.


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  • climb up, soon we'll be flying / private

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Well, he soon figured out who it was thanks to Littlepaw's scent floating into his nostrils. Ah, maybe he'd mess with her. Give her a lesson for sneaking about - back in Germany, they took rules very seriously. Reus was no different. Hadn't Littlepaw ever heard of that rule about eavesdropping? Containing a grin, he continued with his small stunt.


    "Argh, Littlepaw. She's wild, like a rabid animal," he started, face quickly growing serious. It was hard to hear the words and consider it a joke - so far, his acting was solid. "But rabid animals? What do you do with them? You put them down, ja, you töten." Suddenly, a wide, almost wicked smile was spreading across his face. Marco whipped around, hoping he did it in the direction Littlepaw was hiding and waited for the reaction.


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  • climb up, soon we'll be flying / private

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]...And with that, Marco let out a loud chuckle. "That'll teach you not to eavesdrop, now won't it?" he smirked, feeling rather lighthearted for some reason today. Maybe he'd gotten into some beer earlier or some tap? Rolling his shoulders, he began to take a few long strides towards the femme. "Littlepaw, it was just a small joke, I didn't mean a thing by it. Only to teach you that following people - and listening to them when they believe no one is near - is not a good thing to do. It worked, didn't it, ja? I hope."


    He dipped is head a bit in a somewhat apology before looking up - "But you gotta admit, it was good, wasn't it?" Marco beamed.

  • in time, you'll walk the line / private

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Marco was up in his quarters, laying on an old black pillow he'd found from who knows where. There seemed to be something in his paws, as he sat, back to the door. It was a scarf - black and yellow. It was mostly black, with thin yellow stripes that had a good bit of space between them. Towards the end, for a few inches, the stripes stopped and in their place was a very small logo. It was his prized possession, especially since it reminded him of home back in Germany.