Posts by ( MARCO REUS )

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]screams marco's booty tho
thank you /w

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]BREAKING BENJAMIN OH MY GOd rip me

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"Upping yourself to trainee, I assume?" Marco questioned, however shrugged it off as he padded over and took a seat. Seeing the young African wild dog paint reminded him, briefly painfully, of Emilie; he missed her at times. Only gal he could ever really talk to. Shame she was gone now, really. [b]"You won't have any problems handling being a trainee, though. It's probably the same as before."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Marco nodded to all the was spoken, however being more in the back he was sure if he was to congratulate anyone it wouldn't be easily heard. And so, he was quiet, listening to see if more would be said.

#marcodeputysc (testing)

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Well, this was certainly... interesting, to say the least. "Enjoying yourself?" Marco questioned, poking fun of the African wild dog lightly. With a shrug, he'd make an offer, "I can rub it, if you want." The German was practically suppressing a laugh.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Marco was out messing around, not really knowing where he was off to or anything specific as he walked around. Life in SunClan could move a bit slow, especially if you had the personality of a certain German knight. A rather light-hearted fellow with some wildness to him as an interior wrapped around by a reserved exterior. Few got past the exterior walls when it came to Marco; so far, the closest in SunClan was Skully and maybe Bonepaw.

He had a thing when it came to African wild dog friends, he guessed. That or a thing for those related to Skully. Not going to dwell on his lack of deep connectings, he continued to walk outside, his scarf wrapped around his neck. Marco could feel the crunching of leaves under him; he hated the amount of noise they made. Maybe he'd try and rake the yard later today - he knew his roommate Skully certainly wouldn't do so.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Eh, Marco had his own little collection of scarves. As for mittens and sweaters, he could care less. Besides, he rather enjoyed his scarf collections choice of colors; black and yellow. He found it quite nice, the combination. "I'll pass on getting anything."

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

NOTE: material may be triggering

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?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Curious, Marco tried to pad over with those large and bulky paws that were part of this whole new cougar body situation. He looked a bit goofy; he hadn't mastered a stroll just yet. But hey, he was working on it. "What are you up to, Bonepaw?" And just as the words left his maw — OH.

"Well, that's... a surprise, if I've ever heard one." Marco was real quiet as he spoke, like an awkward whisper. The confession was like a hit to the face; not only a surprise, but a big one all at once! Though, it wasn't painful, of course. Bonepaw could like anyone he wished and Marco wouldn't mind. Whatever made the kid happy.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"Marco Reus," the cougar introduced, "Welcome."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"Marco Reus," the cougar introduced bluntly, not saying anything else as he lumbered over, paws making a slight thumping sound as they met the ground. The cougar looked at all the other faces found here, nodding his greetings.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]If there was one benefit to being a cougar now, it was being able to get more of a certain "delicacy" known as venison. Not to mention, getting it was much easier now. Why, it seemed like this cougar body was nothing but muscle; it had speed and strength - everything, the full deal. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't somewhat enjoying it.

Dragging in a small doe by the neck, Marco came to a stop at the center of the neighborhood. With a brief glance, he wondered if anyone else would want some of the deer.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"Much thanks," the German murmured, quiet as his maw barely moved as the words came out freely. "It's too much for me to eat. Do you want to take some?" It was after that Marco realized he may have worded that a bit badly, but he was hopeful Henna would understand.

Oh, and here came Ellington. The cougar found the youngster pretty nice to be around; he had his fair share manners and seemed like a pretty light-hearted and happy fellow. People like that were always like a light, in a way, attracting people like bugs. "Do you want some too, kiddo?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"Ah, surely you can take some more off my hands?" Marco joked lightly, summoning a grin. "I insist, but if you really don't wish to have more..." His voice trailed off, getting quieter and quieter before the sentence met it's end. Just the deer was more than enough, and that didn't include the stuff stored up at home! Then again, he had to share his food with. Skully, so it wasn't that much when you brought him into the equation.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]um excuse mE HE HANDLE ANY BOOTY he is the booty man ok *w*

Marco edged off to the side before making his way to somewhere else. Though he was pleased to see Bonepaw had found someone - even if it made him cringe at the same time by reviving old memories of his childhood gals and girls - he hated to feel like he was invading privacy. I mean, he was standing here and just watching, after all. More he dwelled on it, the creepier it seemed on his part. Damn.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"Bonepaw! Hello," Marco greeted, his grin growing wider. Ah, this kid was a good one - in more ways than one. He didn't want to pick favorites, but if he could, out of all Skully's kiddos this one topped the list. Beaming, the cougar would respond to the nudge with his own attempt between the ears of the canine with a cold, velvety nose. "Thank you, ja. Do you want any? I can save a little extra for you at the house rather than you having to carry it back."

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]Yeah, but Skully would be doing the asking, wink wink. They were both bachelors, man, living together. Things could get pretty weird or interesting. More obnoxious winking.

"Damn it, Skully, chew it first!" he playfully scolded, the cougar attempting to swat at the other males fluffy little ears. Skully was the only SunClanner he knew well enough (hell, he was his best friend) to actually let lose around, and so when given the opportunity, he wouldn't be near as reserved and shy like he was with the other people of SunClan. "You fat cat, you already eat enough at home."

Glancing at Thistle, he'd give a mere shrug. Though flattered, he kept himself humble. "Just go for the neck, that is what I do. I suggest running them down a bit too, exhaust them mostly, so they won't be as strong, ja?"

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]ooc / too many private threads, ahh /w

ic / Marco was a bit of a... er, predicament. His scarf had gotten tangled around his head, blinded him, and now he couldn't get the darn thing off. The cougar stumbled around, trying to navigate himself back to the house so maybe Skully could help him out. But nah, little did he know he was going the other way.

[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt]"Oh, thank you Cain - saving me in one of my darkest hours." Marco was grinning now, tugging back away from her to help a bit. And right when the scarf finally let him free from its blinding grasp, he spun around to see that big stoner Skully lunging at him. That and the gross smell of weed was filling his nostrils, telling him who it was.

"Ah... ahhh, ahhh," he "yelled", purposely using his bad acting and saying it in a voice that sounded like a bored one. Then boom - he had a Skully wrapped around him like some fur coat. "Alright, alright..." he laughed, "... I'm yours."