He had talked to her. He had been clear. They had even started trying to get to the door back into the castellated school. Then Noodle slipped away and Marcus pushed against the flow of curious and hopeful students to keep her green tail, with a tassel of red fur, in sight. "No! No -- Noodle!"...
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"No-I. uh." Marcus kept his hold on Noodle and backed away from Penelope. "I don't have time for them." He would mark his map when he got to a quiet space. With forefinger and thumb circled around Noodle's muzzle Marcus...
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Marcus gave the blue-haired girl a tentative wave in return. "Hi? Tha-thanks. We, uh, weren't trying to interrupt." While he walked toward them he assessed the three for their moods and the group dynamics. His Pactling slither-crawled her...
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Finding a little niche or corner where he could stand without being crowded Marcus took several controlled breaths. "There's so many, I think we're all supposed to pick at least one." He glanced down at...
He had shelves, a dresser, whatever, he still wore and carried everything he'd arrived with. He followed Kiree to the communal breakfast. Breadrolls into his pockets. A few pieces of bacon in his mouth, a well fried egg. Precut slices of green mellon and a big, fat strawberry for Noodle. When...
There is a subtle difference because it wasn't actually possible but Marcus tried to take up less space as Kiree walked right up to him. She was much too close and much too happy for him to feel anywhere near 'at ease' but she was not mocking, threatening, striking...instead she was agreeing? He...
“if anyone wants a roommate feel free to tell me I’d love to have one” one of the girls called out with enthusiasm.
Marcus's hand flinched back, away from probably following through on his decision to open the door. Any point before seeing through the doorway was still eligible for a legitimate...
The Salamancer--that probably, Marcus guessed, didn't sound so corny in the guy's head--stood and began a little speech. The music was interrupted. Attention generally turned to the main table but Marcus used the distraction to hide the rest of the food he'd got his hands on then he studied the...
A pair of children went to the dance floor, their food and seats were available and as much as he tried to, a lot of the foods here could not be cached. Bread, sure, certain vegetables could keep for a day or so unless he could dry them. Fruits like grapes, oranges and bananas were fine if their...
"Haves deads?" Noodle questioned, tilting her head to one side, looking up at the woman. Then she started trying to reach with one nimble clawed hand, then swapping to try the other as if there would be a significant change in reach. Neither hand could reach the skull though. She did keep trying...
Quick but deliberate Marcus sorted the offered vegetables onto the former seat-occupant's napkin. Cooked carrots would turn to mush if not handled with care but he'd figured a system out and stored them away in his layers. If he hurried up he might even get away before she noticed. Halting with...
People continued to mingle and talk. Meeting probable classmates and laughing, talking, commenting on the architecture or the food or trying to hide their homesickness. Marcus glanced toward the high table where the Salamancer was mostly staying, looking through his black fringe to make sure...
(for the short version read the last three paragraphs)
Marcus had shoulder length black hair and light skin, pale as though he never saw the sun and always wore a pair of burgundy, lightly tinted, sunglasses. Even with his skinny frame he admitted that he needed to find larger spaces to hide...
Marcus Ward & Noodle
Age: 18
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Height: 5' 4"
Home Continent: Regiao Afogada -> Central America
Family members: Prefers to not talk about that whole topic.
Relationships: His pactling Noodle
Personality: Quiet, cautious, distrustful and a touch bitter. He will follow...