Posts by MARIUS X.

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Oh great, Vrach announcements. Time to acknowledge his impending obvious failure. The runt heaved a sigh as he approached, plopping down beside Feliks. Blah blah blah... demotions, whatever... promotions...

Marius.

His head shot up, crimson eyes widening. Wait- "Wh-?!" Had she really just given him, the guy who'd been held back form apprenticeship, the position?! A grinned crossed his face, and he was half tempted to jump up and tell the other people who had tried for the spot to suck it. But he'd heard her loud and clear about the attitude, so he managed to keep his mouth shut. He would give it a try, he supposed. What could go wrong.

"..I'll take it," he meowed, before hastily adding, "Er, as long as I can still learn to fight on the side and crap. ..Thanks, Allyson." It may not have sounded like it, but he really was grateful for he chance to prove himself.

[ thank you !! c: ]
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Like Noah, Marius preferred to avoid the beach. He hated it, because it made him feel like even more of a wimp than normal. He normally wore baggy clothes to hide the fact that he was a bag of skin and bones, but in his swim trunks and without a shirt his true scrawniness shone through. He had his arms crossed over his chest, and was meandering down the shoreline, stomping in the shallow waves whenever they reached high enough to touch him. The small boy, noticing people up ahead, frowned and considered heading back in the other direction. Where was Rixalea, anyway?

/ rushed
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Marius sat leaning against Rixalea's legs, as he usually did, looking a smidge more proud than usual at the announcement of his promotion. He glanced up at his sister when she spoke, giving a huff. "I'm not!" he exclaimed, "Well.. I guess I am now, but... I'm still gonna learn how to kick ass, alright?" He sounded defensive.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Marius was next to wander over, crimson eyes bugging. He blinked at the kittens, just a little smaller than him, and then looked up to Rixalea. "So... this makes me an uncle?!" he exclaimed with a snort.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]It had been a difficult feat, making it all the way to The Skulls alone. But.. well, here Marius was. And he'd only had one asthma attack on the way. Besides, he'd been quite motivated to get there - for once he had something good to say. Something to be proud of. The runt of a boy stood upon The Skulls border, wearing a cocky half smile. "Hello?" he called out, "Oi, I'm waiting here!"
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Marius' expression immediately turned cold as soon as Auresque appeared, and he found himself standing up straighter, trying to look taller - simply out of instinct. He frowned. "Gee, thanks, mother," he muttered sarcastically, giving a sign before perking up a little. "Anyway, I have something to tell you. I got promoted - to vrach assistant. That's like medicine and crap. It's a semi-high position." He looked smug.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Marius felt his face flush. "My asthma's been getting a lot better, thank you very much!" he huffed, ears flicking. He quieted then, watching Rix, wondering what her announcement would be. Huh.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]punts marius over

also !! can mar get defensive bc he thinks that aaron thinks he's weak for being a vrach, and challenge him to a spar??
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Marius just glanced at Marrowescape. He may have said more, but he was much too absorbed in his own pride to think about anything else. The tiny vrach assistant flashed a grin. "Thank you mother," he meowed, sitting down. "Oh - I'm still gonna learn how to kick ass, too. Gonna be the best medic on the battlefield."
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]teayl, I can help with the relations !!
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]totally omg
thread? should it be open? oh, or do you want this to develop over a little time?
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Marius hated being an uncle - mostly because his sister's children were wolves, and therefore they were considerably larger than him at only a moon old. After all, he barely had any height over a newborn kitten. Still, the vrach assistant slunk his way over and took a seat in front of Zeropup. He blinked his disinterested Crimson eyes, nose twitching. "You know me," he said simply.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]"Hey. You." Marius recognized this guy, vaguely, as one of his siblings. They'd seen each other probably once or twice, at family gatherings and such. They definitely weren't close or anything - in fact, if Connor hadn't just said his name, Mar definitely wouldn't have known it. He frowned, his crimson gaze flickering to the necklace that the kitsune held. He was an idiot for not wearing it. If he had one of his own... this was something he'd fantasized about for over half of his short life. The runt stayed quiet, frowning as he watched the necklace.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Marius hopped over. "I'm coming," he announced with an eager grin, prancing over to Feliks.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]"A-Aishi?!" Marius yelped, crawling beneath Rixalea's legs to gaze in disdain at the crimson blood that definitely smelled like his friend. He felt anger bubble up in his throat like lava, and he snapped his jaws together. "B-But.. what's the point?! They're weak! It's not... It's not-" he stammered, blinking away tears. It wasn't fair. The scrawny young tom snarled, "I'm gonna get 'em back!" With that he dashed off, presumably to the Exiles. Alone.

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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]"Hey, asshats!" Marius roared as he charged up to the Exiles border - though it was more of a pathetic squeak, considering he was a prepubescent little boy - and a runty one at that. Barely bigger than a newborn, despite being apprentice age, and only a sack of bones. But he had the fiery attitude of a warrior a hundred times his size, and that was obvious as he stormed into The Exiles territory without a second's hesitation. He was pissed, what little sense that resided in his mind practically wiped away by his white hot anger. "I need to talk to one of you shit-piles now!"
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Let's look at the odds here - three bloodthirsty Exilers, two of them adults, one armed, all of them larger - versus one Marius, a tiny scrap of fur who couldn't have weighed five pounds and would lose in a fight against a mouse. Yeah, they weren't looking good. But the adrenaline kept him going, and his anger blinded him. "Shut up," he snarled immediately to Russo, not liking his laid-back attitude. He narrowed his molten crimson gaze at Morbidrealities, grinding his teeth together before managing to growl out some words once more. "I'm no runt, you shut the hell up! Look - you pathetic bastards took one of my friends. Aishima. They're weak and there was absolutely no point in doing that, so give them back or else!" He dug his claws into the dirt.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Marius' gaze flickered to Silentkit for just a moment, and his ears flicked back. He had no quarrel with the younger creature, but he couldn't just stop either. Setting his jaw, he stepped around the larger creature, glowering at Russo and Morbid. "No problem!" he snarled, unsheathing his claws and stepping up so his face and Russo's were inches apart, if Marius' was considerably closer to the ground. He was more staring at the other's chest. It was funny how they were actually the same as, but the BoneClanner looked so much younger.

He lunged then, aiming to rake his claws down RUSSO's face. There was no strategy in his attack - just raw fury.
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Marius took the slash to the face. The blade tore through his skin, leaving behind a burning sensation and a fairly deep gash in his cheek, already leaking black blood. But the boy was so amped up on adrenaline that he barely felt it. He drew back his lips and snarled, "I'm no runt! And I'm going to-" The opportunity to counter was ripped from his paws as his sister brushed by and did it for him. "Rix!" he squeaked in both anger and surprise, "This is my fight, damn it! I'm gonna save Aishi!" He attempted to dart forward and kick RUSSO in the gut.

/ open for capture♪
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