[center][h3][color=black]Marcus “[/color]Limbo[color=black]” Clementine[/color][/h3][/center]

Marcus was a little surprised when the small bird began resting on his shoulder, but nonetheless he was still happy that so far the guild was quite welcoming towards him. He stroked the creature on the top of it's head, making sure to be nice and gentle. He though about what the man garbed in black had said.
[i]We're all friends here.[/i] Those words were very reassuring, and they made the group of loud drunks feel less intimidating. Marcus pulled out a piece of leftover bread he'd purchased for lunch earlier in the day and began feeding the crumbs to the bird nestled upon him.

The large, muscular man spoke next; informing the boy that he was indeed talking to the right person about joining the guild. Marcus was weary of the comment about the tense situation, but he had an idea of what was causing it. He tilted his head slightly towards all the fuss, sensing a lot of hostile energy directed at one individual in particular who seemed to be relishing in all the attention. Although the uneasiness of the stranger was replaced by an overwhelming sense of surprise when Marcus saw who was talking to him. Hana Oshiro, an incredibly famous Wizard who Marcus may or may not have been a fan of, was standing not even half a room away from him. He was so starstruck that he had to consciously remind himself to close his gaping jaw before the kind people in front of him considered him to be rude.
"Please forgive me. I must admit that I hadn't expected to see quite as many famous wizards here." He laughed it off, trying not to sound like a complete loser. 

The muscular man asked for his name, which caused Marcus to step back in shock slightly.
"Ah, of coarse. I probably should have started with that." Clearing his throat, Marcus pointed his thumb at his chest confidently and spoke. "The name is Marcus Clementine. Back in the circus, my old boss and colleagues used to call me Limbo. If it's not too much trouble, I'd prefer to keep that pet name. It's grown on me over the years". Marcus flashed a smile, adjusting his mask with his right hand. All the uneasiness of being in a new place seemed to just wash away. At first he thought it was because after spending years as a performer, he'd be adjusted to being around strangers. However as he stared upon the faces of the people he would grow to call comrades it became more evident that their welcoming nature was what made him feel so at home around them. 

Before the warm, fuzzy feeling of belonging could get too comfortable, Marcus' train of thought was interrupted by a loud scream and the touch of intense heat coming from behind him. Quickly turning around to face where it was coming from, Marcus was met with the sight of a boy younger than him flying at what seemed to be directly at him. With a cry of confusion, a gray magic circle materialised underneath Marcus' feet. With only a few moments left before the strange boy collided through Marcus to get to his target, who he presumed was the man behind him, Marcus' body entered the Rift Plane and the boy passed through his form as if Marcus were a ghost. His heart racing inside his chest, Marcus panted as he imagined what could have happened if he didn't narrowly avoid the charging little fire mage. Marcus turned around while inside the rift, unable to hear what was happening around him even though he could see everything relatively clearly. He'd hoped the muscular man wasn't harmed.