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[hr][b][color=purple]Location:[/color][/b] The Sewers
[b][color=purple]Skills:[/color][/b] Charmspeak[/center]
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Marco wanted to be a little happy for Waverly that she had gotten the second riddle right, but his attention turned to Em, and he could tell something was wrong with her. He wasn't sure what it was precisly, but being with Em for as long as he had been, he could tell when things were wrong. Then he saw the glare Waverly gave Em, just for obeying orders and his own eyes narrowed. Yes, Waverly was in a bad spot, but no one hurt his Em, not like that. 

Marco stepped in close and wrapped his arms tightly around Em, and gently ran one of his hands through her hair, just at the base of her skull, and rubbed there softly. [color=purple]"Hey, Em, look at me. Speak to me. What's going on beautiful?"[/color] He stepped away from the Labryinth with her and nuzzled her gently as he gently tried to comfort and calm her. 

However, his attention was drawn over to Demi again as the boy bolted fort and held himself just at the hole, as if about to launch himself in. [color=purple][i]"Demi! Please! Come back from there! We can't spare anyone if you go in... please! Stay here!"[/i][/color] He could hear the strain in his voice as he spoke, as if the thought of watching someone else toss themselves head first into that chaos would break him. It quite possibly could. He had never asked for this... to be a demi-god. Hell, his five years were almost up right? He could easily retire after this... 

He shoved those thoughts aside as he knew he needed to be strong for the moment. Be strong for Emily, be strong for Demi, the fifth cohort and even Waverly.