[centre][hr][h2][color=Aqua]Marcus Nickleson[/color][/h2][hr][/centre]

	[color=Silver]Marcus looked amongst the characters of the room. It had filled quickly, and people were quick to add their views on the situation. They began to talk. A particular individual, taking the form of a foreign woman, began to deeply explain some [i]findings[/i] from everything within her scholarship. It was interesting to hear, far too interesting. It kept his attention towards it, to the point where he blocked out most of the others. Whether it was the information being useful to him or whoever, or the fact he just liked hearing more and more about these people...It was a strange puzzle that may never be solved. Both her and Gavin were talking of similar backgrounds that Marcus could benefit from, in the terms of learning what he'd really become.

	His fingers slid in-between one another, on a cyclical pattern, as they fumbled amongst one another. What was he to exactly say to anyone here? He stood out like a saw thumb. A Scotsman in an American Motel, filled to the brim with different races and magical abilities as quickly discovered. It was almost difficult to take in, and his attention began to fade slightly at the mass confusion within his mind. From what he could tell, Marcus was the only person struggling to keep his abilities under-full acknowledgement. It was more than difficult, nearly impossible on some levels.

	Then Gavin mentioned the government. The Government...They were apparently after them. After all of them...Were they misled, or was there a higher expectation that a lone Scotsman more to a surprise to them. If he knew this, then what did he know about Marcus, and everyone else? This sudden exclamation had sent chills up and down his spine as he thought of what was going on. He took a step back momentarily, placing a palm against his head. It was slightly aching from the shouting, loudness of the room, interruption of one another and thought-processing of everything to come. Today was not a good day to feel like this. And this, hopefully, subtle movement may of put more eyes and ears against him. Eventually, he regained his balance and lowered his hand. It all began to make him second-guess.

	He walked towards the Japanese woman, switching glances between herself and Gavin with a look of confusion and worry. What he was to do was simply unknown, as he was questioning his own morals. Yet he chose to speak regardless...Finally speaking up amongst the group chatting away.[/color]

[color=Aqua][b]"Find tablets? Didn't realise I'd signed up for a role in the next Indiana Jones..."[/b][/color] [color=Silver]He managed to pull a genuine smile, towards the two. They seemed to be some of the few not bickering or trailing off on their own.[/color] [color=Aqua][b]"I'm just worried about what you said...About being hunted...I mean...Like...Just the thought of being thrown outside of my own living grounds as an outsider..."[/b][/color] [color=Silver]He had no idea on whether these people were telling the truth, or just sceptic about their own congress and political leaders based on past oppression and segregation to those of normal human standards. The ideas of being a Magi...was it really a risk? He began to doubt himself more and more, but let out a sigh and placed a hand onto his head.[/color]

[color=Aqua][b]"Fuck...Fuuuuck...I shouldn't of came here. I'm sorry...Before I got your message, I was working a late shift in the Police Department...It all happened, all activated without any meaning to. They already know who I am, what I am...hopefully not where I am...You really want me here to be a potential danger to you?"[/b][/color]

[color=Silver]	His eyes darted between the same two, who seemed mature and focused on the situation at hand. This was indeed most troublesome. Was it his actual opinion, or a cover-up to learn more information? He didn't even know his own actions anymore, and just followed through their commands based upon what he was told to do. That's what he always did, didn't he? He nodded to the two, and held out a handshake for them both, after psyching himself up towards minor confidence. His deep, Scotsman accent rolled slowly and quietly off of his tongue.[/color]

[color=Aqua][b]"I don't know about anyone else here...Or even you two...But if you want me to put myself as a use towards these strange, strange abilities and these tablets...Then by my word, you have my hand, gun and unknown power to bring to the table. Your age doesn't matter, but your tasks do...Just let me do what's right for now."[/b][/color]