Posts by MARIUS X.

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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]"Oh. You." Marius' youthful voice was flat and disinterested as he appeared, gazing with half-lidded eyes up at the larger creature. He hadn't seen Spectre in a while, he supposed. He yawned, eyeing the gifts. "...Thanks, I guess." That was as loving and kind as the medic assistant was going to get.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]"Aishima!" Marius' voice bubbled into a pained cry as he hobbled over, nearly tripping over himself in the process. He was still incredibly injured himself from that little stunt he'd pulled trying to rescue Aishi. Seeing his friend in this state left him fuming; his eyes stung with unspilled tears and his throat burned with anger and raw hatred. Inside, his demon soul stirred. He would kill every last Exiler, rip their heads from their bodies and-


    No, he had to focus on saving Aishi. His training was definitely still a work in progress, but he knew some things. He would attempt to press cobwebs to any wounds still bleeding, to start.


    / list of injuries please? :0
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Marius wanted them to talk. To say anything. He wanted to hear their usual chatter, usually so annoyingly sweet or timid. Hell, he even wanted to hear them call him 'Mari-senpai' one more time, whatever that meant. But they were silent, and so was he as he got to work, forced to ignore the bubble of frustration rising in his throat. He would fix what he knew how to fix - that meant the gashes and maims. Starting with the cut on their cheek, the young vrach assistant would attempt to soak up the blood still leaking from any wounds still open. As he did this, he began chewing up a marigold poultice.


    "Oi!" he called gruffly to the people around him, "Y-You can all quit gawking like idiots now. Someone get them some water in moss, alright?!"
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Marius limped over, sitting silently beside Aishima. He would look up to Mac, features strangely gaunt.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Marius simply gave a small grunt to show that he'd heard, glancing around. He wasn't in the mood to congratulate anyone or whatever. This was another very rushed post.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]"How'd you do that?" Marius asked, attempting to vape up at the picture - of course, he had to stand on the tips of his toes to get anywhere near what the lion held, and even then he only caught glimpses of it. But it looked like... a picture. Of Holston's himself, just a few seconds ago. How? The runt's crimson gaze flickered down to the human contraption. He had never really had the best luck with human stuff, but he was curious. He pawed at the top of it - and there was another flash, making him squeak. He hopped back, scowling in embarrassment, but watching as another glossy sheet slid from the camera's slot. Blinking, he picks it up. It was a photo of him, looking quite startled. "Huh."
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Marius was grumbling to himself as he waddled over, plopping down in front of Rixalea and leaning back against her forelegs, as he often did. He glared out at anyone else gathered there with piercing red optics. "This is dumb," he muttered, "But... I guess I'll do it. Whatever." He sucked in a breath. "Hi. M'names Marius Xerxes. Uh, I'm a medic assistant. And even thought I study herbs and crap, you shouldn't underestimate me, because I'm still a kickass fighter. There." He gave a huff and say back.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]"Hmph." Marius seated himself beside Aishima, the tip of his tail twitching back and forth. Ironically enough, he didn't like either BoneClanner participating in the spar, which meant that in the end he'd have someone to laugh at no matter what. The small tom kept his mouth shut for the time being, however.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Marius limped over, pausing beside Chasingdreams. The runt looked up at Cicero with knit eyebrows and a half-lidded crimson gaze. He scowled, his hackles raising. "You're really creepy," he growled, pinning back his ears. "And you talk weird." And that was all the boy had to say on the matter.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]"Eh?" Marius poked his head out from behind Aaron as he approached, scrunching up his nose in slight confusion. Luckily he'd arrived to catch most of what Jericho had said. A healer's alliance? Sounded like a place for nerds to go hang out. He almost said something along those lines before he realized that he was one of those nerds now. Right. He flattened his ears to the back of his head, approaching the bouquet. Would he go? Maybe. He was sort of interested in seeing what healers were like from other clans. With a frown, the runt turned to Jericho. "Uh.. thanks for the plants," he grunted, "I'm the medic assistant, I guess. Name's Marius. If the other medics don't show I'll tell them about the alliance and crap."
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]"Brotherhood," Marius exclaimed, tail lashing behind him. He didn't care about givin dumb presents to useless alliances, he just wanted to get out on his own and travel. He rather enjoyed traveling, despite the fact that his asthma tended to kick in when he travelled further than a mile or two.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]The gift bag was almost twice Marius' size, but that was to be expected, seeing as the young medic apprentice was barely larger than a newborn kitten. Still, despite his size and his asthma, he'd managed to drag the thing all the way to the Brotherhood's border. He gave a weary huff as he finally set the satchel down, it's contents rattling around. The boy sat down atop the bag, piercing crimson eyes darting out to the foreign territory. He frowned, whiskers twitching. "Oi, Brotherhood-ers or whatever! Presents from BoneClan!" he yelled, wanting to get this over with.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]The rain had stopped. It had been at a constant downpour all morning, but the skies had finally cleared, meaning BoneClan was up and bustling once more. Marius stepped out of his den, muttering something grumpily under his breath about mud. As he stomped through camp, he hesitated in front of a Hyde puddle blocking his path. And for a moment, his reflection caught his eye.


    Two months. He had been a part of BoneClan for a solid two months. That meant that he'd been free of Auresque for that long. Hah - and she thought that he wouldn't have been able to survive alone! The boy blinked at the fuzzy image of himself. He looked different somehow. He was still about the size of a two-month-old kit, sure, but physically he just looked more... mature. There was a little more muscle on his bones, maybe.


    The boy sat down, a smirk upon his face. Put in a good mood by this discovery, Marius called out, "Oi, meet and greet over here! But hurry up, 'cause I'm not waiting long."
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Elizabeth and Cynthia were the first to appear, and therefore the first to catch the scrawny boy's half-lidded gaze. Listening to them, he asked himself why he was doing this again. Oh well, no turning back now. "Yeah, yeah. Marius, if you didn't know. Medic assistant." He gave a huff. "I am not impatient!"


    Marius' attention turned to Aishima, and immediately he perked up - just barely, of course. He couldn't make it too obvious. He was relieved to hear their voice again; after their capture, he'd been overridden with guilt due to the fact that he hadn't been able to save them. Like it was his fault somehow. "Hey, Aishi. Yeah, I know you. Of course." His voice was just slightly more gentle than usual with them.


    Conor. The boy recognized him as a brother. Immediately his eyes flickered to the pendant around the kitsune's neck, and he felt his jaw clench. In the past month or so he'd nearly forgotten about his quest to get a necklace of his own, but seeing Conor's brought the jealousy back full-on. "Yeah. You're my brother. Right," he huffed.


    Marius looked over at Maccready. He didn't necessarily hate the leader - in fact, he looked up to him, in a way. But he would never say that out loud. "Yeah, I know you, so why are you here, then?" he grunted, but before he could relieve an answer he turned to Aaron with a scowl. He attempted to bat the other's paw away. "Hilarious. I already know you too, asshat."
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Marius appeared just a moment or so after his half-brother, crimson eyes glimmering in interest. A capture. As soon as Feliks slapped the Exiler, whispers arose in the boy's subconscious, and he found himself leaning forward in anticipation. Torture. His demon half thirsted to dig its claws into something, anything, and simply observing was almost too much for it to bare.
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]"Uh-huh," The small child responded simply to Pippa's thanks. He passed the satchel off to them; inside was herbs, weapons, snacks, blankets, and more odds and ends. He blinked a few times, stepping back. "BoneClan's fine, I guess. Normal." He really wasn't used to this diplomat stuff.


    As Befriendingdemons came over, he flicked his ears, frowning. "Morrigan and Allyson are both still there - they're my mentors actually. But I've got no idea who the hell Alejandro is."
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]Marius knew the joy that came with finally becoming an apprentice - especially considering that he'd been held back a whole month. Even though he technically had cheated at that month by being promoted to vrach assistant a week or so before he became seven months old, but hey, no one had complained.


    The young tom stood before Aishima with his usual bored expression, but there was a strange warmth in his eyes. He was excited to see Aishi grow stronger. He wanted them to be able to stand up for themself. He didn't know why he felt so strongly about it. He told himself it was because their weakness was annoying and troublesome, but deep down he knew that it was something else.


    "Huh." He blinked, whiskers twitching. "Congrats, I guess," he muttered, trying not to sound too happy. He glared at Connor. "Hey, shut up," he snapped.
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