[b]Name:[/b] Marcus Goldstein
[b]Location:[/b] Armoury class
[b]Status:[/b] Good


[b]"Who owns the tank?"[/b]

"I do sir." Marcus responded instantly when the professor asked, answering Shiro’s question at the same time. Immediately the man followed up with a compliment.

"Thank you sir." Marcus said with an awkward smile. He did not really know how to handle public praise, it was not something he was used to getting. Even the faint bit he caught from Oswald was enough to make it hot under his collar. It felt nice though. His small smile widened to a grin as the professor continued his speech. It felt like coming home, except this home was warm, inviting and full of promise. Then the Big Book of Engineering Arms landed on his table. Marcus decided on the spot this was now his favourite class.

He hardly noticed the discomfort of the Tiger faunus next to him, instead concentrating on the introductions. He already knew largely what Oswald was capable of through their adventure in the forest. Still he paid close attention, it would help if he ever needed to fix Oswald’s weapon for him for whatever reason.

It intrigued that a former member of the White Fang was allowed into Beacon. Then again part of the official government policy so far was to leave those that were no longer a part of the organisation alone in favour of chasing after more active members. If Geni wanted a clean slate, Marcus would not give him trouble for it. With an uncaring shrug Marcus’ gaze moved on.

Now Ivan, Ivan was highly interesting. Stressed barrels were an all too familiar problem to the tanker, there was a corner in his previous garage dedicated solely to maintenance and replacement of the main gun. Then there was that bit where he could make firearms hit harder. That was something [u]very[/u] interesting indeed.

Indi was typical of the avarage hunter really. A preference to go out and kill stuff over the intricacies of using math and science to make the other guy’s head explode.

Ineko appeared as an all round pleasant person, a kindred spirit almost, though oddly skittish for some odd reason as he stared at Unsubtle.

“Relax, it will not hurt you.” Marcus muttered.

[sub]“I fokken well will if you let me, I’ll tear each and everyone here a new arsehole if need be. I’m top dog yer cunt, now take pride in that fer focks sake.” a woman’s voice added in a vitriolic tone that conveyed contempt for anything that was not on fire or worshipping her treads.[/sub]

[b]“Whu'appened? What'd I miss?”[/b] Shiro whispered at him off to his side.

“Nothing, introductions mostly.” Marcus whispered back.

Victor piqued interest with his sophisticated prosthetic. Humble too, there were a lot of options available to someone who could design and built objects with such narrow tolerances. Just arms alone would be a waste of talent. For some odd reason his arm stood out as familiar though Marcus had no idea why.

Finally he noticed Shiro suffering from what appeared to be a seizure of some description. Worried, Marcus made to poke the tiger faunus on the shoulder when the boy practically exploded.

[sub]“Gagging fock-eyed horrendacunt the fock was that?!”[/sub]

“Um. Right then.” Marcus said and slowly took a full step away from Shiro as he got to his feet.

“My name is Marcus Goldstein and it is... “ he fumbled for a good phrase as he stared at Shiro, “quite the experience to meet you all. As far as my skills go I designed and built the [i]Elegantly Unsubtle[/i] you can see at the back there. It is based on the old Century mark one chassis, but widened and reinforced to accommodate an el-seven ae one artillery cannon as well as generally upgraded to modern standards. I am well versed in all aspects of mechanical engineering, though my specialties are vehicles, firearms and computer programming.”

That about covered the load he surmised and gently sat down next to the live bomb that was Shiro. Or the heart patient Shiro, Marcus had yet to figure out which.