Marcus
Turn the rich into wine as you walk on the mean
Marcus’s breath misted in the cold air as he examined the frostbitten wreckage of LongNight’s aftermath. When another man came up and finally joined them, looking as ready to serve as the others, and greeted Marcus offered him his hand. "Marcus, actually." He corrected with a chuckle as he greeted Iskra, not a bit shaken by the mistake. Marcus was sure it happened to people all the time who took time to travel the world and meet new people. He had only made a few short jaunts in his eagle shift between skyboat ports, so his list of names was mostly comprised of people in Halo who's faces he saw often enough.
The dog snatching the snack from his owner made the young hybrid's chuckle turn into a sharp and airy guffaw, the smile breaking across his featurs and making his eyes wrinkle in the most Olson way.
He shook his head slightly and turned towards where Deimos directed them. The sight of the frozen streets and shattered ice made his pulse quicken just slightly, the smile wrinkling his eyes shifting some. He wanted to do something, but felt slightly held back. His magic could soothe wounds and coax things back together, but against the cold—he was little more than warm hands. But, ever the stubborn and gritty Olson he was, he grabbed a pick axe and began chipping away at the icy build up.
Marcus helps with the path.
The dog snatching the snack from his owner made the young hybrid's chuckle turn into a sharp and airy guffaw, the smile breaking across his featurs and making his eyes wrinkle in the most Olson way.
He shook his head slightly and turned towards where Deimos directed them. The sight of the frozen streets and shattered ice made his pulse quicken just slightly, the smile wrinkling his eyes shifting some. He wanted to do something, but felt slightly held back. His magic could soothe wounds and coax things back together, but against the cold—he was little more than warm hands. But, ever the stubborn and gritty Olson he was, he grabbed a pick axe and began chipping away at the icy build up.
Marcus helps with the path.
