The Lore King
Marx Von TalliusMarx laughed and patted the smooth-talker on the shoulder, perhaps a little too hard than he really meant to, "Oh you don't have to do that, as long as you know now. Good meeting you, Adam."
(Cornucopia - Compound Cafeteria)
(Cornucopia - Compound Cafeteria)
Content with having cleared up the accident with Adam, Marx's attention was drawn by the girl who had apparently been standing in front of him this whole time. He hadn't noticed since Adam was at head height for him, but looking down he realised she had been trying to talk to him. Curiously cocking his head to the side, he leaned down to take a sip of the concoction and raised his eyebrows in pleasant surprise.
"Oh, that's not bad actually."
Ninon's voice turned his ear back to their conversation and he nodded approvingly at her choice of beverage.
"OJ, of course. The OG of OK drinks." Grinning, he took another swig of his Sol and finished it off.
Placing it back on the table, he turned around just in time to see General Terrance Lance stride in with all the military manners one would expect of a hardass superior officer. Marx immediately locked himself into a salute, standing to attention while looking ahead. It seemed the kind general would be taking care of them for this induction. Of course, Marx wasn't complaining - this was exactly what he had expected of the Arcane Army's personnel and he was completely prepared for the trials that lay ahead of him. As the general turned away for them to follow, Marx couldn't help crack a grin of anticipatory excitement. His story started here, now.
The sights they saw sure were wondrous. Marx found himself gawking at everything and nudging Ninon to direct her attention at something cool. It was all very thrilling. Eventually the group reached the pièce de résistance that was the training grounds. Marx whistled in appreciation of the course set up for them, noting down each section with a nod. Nothing too difficult, it seemed; or at least nothing that would cause him much trouble.
As they set off, Marx quickly saw that most of the others were running faster than he was. Of course, given his weight that was to be expected. After completing the three laps with relative ease he reached the first wall and managed to lift himself up the vertical surface with a little effort. Next was the barbed wire crawl, which was perhaps the only thing that Marx reckoned would cause someone of his size trouble. However, the last guy that had arrived was already there to help him out. Having lifted up the barbed wire at a particularly tight spot, Marx was able to squeeze through with only a nick or two taken out of his shoulder.
He smiled and clapped his helper on the back, "Thanks, friend!"
Moving on semi-swiftly, the mud-jump soon approached him and he launched himself with as much strength as he could muster in his legs - which was considerable as he never skipped leg day. Flying over the mud, he managed to clear it without getting himself mucked up and continued on. Next was the push-ups and press-ups. His forte, understandably. Since he knew he could do it much faster than most, Marx decided to sneak in an extra ten for each before getting up and making it to the final wall. Scaling it with moderate speed, he vaulted over it and ran to the finish line.
Stretching his back as he came to a stop, Marx grinned at the others and turned to watch whoever was left. His time probably wasn't that impressive, but General Lance would notice that the larger lad hadn't even broken a sweat.