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@Ghost ShadowThe time will come. Patience, my young padawan...

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@VulkanAwesome-doosies. It's fine. You are the GM so it is your choice of you post or not XD

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How many people are still with us, which if it is a few that doesn't really matter, as long as we have a good few posting every so often?

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"You hun'...I'm here for you."

Those words made him look up after the footsteps moved throughout the room, making their way over to the AM-5 suit cupboard. As he looked up, the informal southern accent flickered a hint of memory, and not one from long ago. He saw the face that he barely recognised at first, but the strange smile, the accent and the odd choice in vocabulary gave an immediate snap of light within his mind. Marcus thought, back to the bar table. It was about 3 minutes before everyone were to perish, and whatever she had done to gotten out of it must've been incredible. It was her, the woman who was beside him at the counter. The napkin must've given the correct details, and that she was clearly mad enough to follow in such dangerous territory. For some fucking reason, for someone who had literally come out of some of the most traumatising massacres of the Modern-Age, since recent purges like the 52nd Detachment's Protest Shooting, and still willing to embark on a mission, for reasons unknown to Marcus, to retrieve a man she'd literally came across once in a club...it seemed too good to be true. What if she was captured, and made to do this to see if he made any movements. Most of the camera's were in a maintenance state for the next hour or so, and that might've had something to do with everything going on now...His face slightly lit up as he raised to his feet slowly, suddenly beginning to tower over the oddly dressed individual.

"Y-you....It's....It is you! F-from the Bar! The one I...gave the warning to..." He trailed off when mentioning the Nexus Club shooting. "I...I can't believe this...U-uhhh...L-Lemme get my stuff!" He quickly began to rush around the room, seeming to be getting straight into this situation ever-so quickly. Marcus would hesitate as he rushed around his Cell, grabbing kit after kit, bringing certain items. Every so often, he'd look up at the camera in the corner of the main room, making sure it was still off for repairs in the event of being seen. This was idiotic and absolutely mad, this mission...Marcus walked up to the casing, moving in the way of the woman to dial in a keypad. The code went in: 5-3-5-1-8-3. As he stood back, it slid open and revealed the suit fully. There were small dents in certain areas, and it seemed a bit cold from the timespan between his last wearing-event and now. He began to pull the levers and push the buttons from the outside of the suit as he talked slightly, trying to not make everything, as humorous and hesitant as Marcus looked, ever-so awkward and silent. "Y-you...seemed interested in the AM-5, I-I saw..." He would stutter. "Advanced Movement Skeletal Attire...M-Mark 5, B-before you ask...Standard outfitting from the Fl-" He stopped for the minute. Marcus still wasn't sure if she was trustable, or let alone even rescuing him. It would be for the best to save the information about himself for a time when he really knew what he was getting into, and whether she was just going to use him for whatever he was. The suit chest, legs and arms opened up into a half-split down the chassis, and allowed him to step inside, after hesitantly rechecking the camera again. Once he was comfortably inside the open suit, he pressed the heel of his foot down and clenched the right fist, signalling to the compartments that it was ready to close. Tightly, it secured itself around the frame of the man, him pulling his hair out of some of the compartments after it shut. The suit was now unlocked and free to move. Marcus made his way over to the shelf, finding his damaged helmet where it was. He held it for a few moments, and looked at her once again. He made his way over and nervously held out his shaking hand from within the armour. "M-Marcus Brenada, a-and you are?"

[AoT 1x1] - 'Grim Tales'

@RainbowFactoryNew Year feeeeeeeeeels

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@Vulkan You can't tell me what to do XD

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@SgtEasyTotally not a Futurama reference, that was....

[AoT 1x1] - 'Grim Tales'

Grant's eyes opened and his head lifted at the constant whine of apology and sorrow that came from the fellow to his right. He didn't smile at her suffering, because there were more than 100 times as many names as he recognised extremely well than Hope did. He frowned slightly, and pushed Hope's head upwards with two fingers and a thumb, then angling her stressed face towards himself. Compared to most, there wasn't much difference in height than there was to others, but it was still quite a bit. He looked at her directly, a serious look within his expression. He slowly began to share his wisdom. "Hope..." He sighed slightly, his hand still under her chin to make sure she'd be focusing. "As far as I am concerned, people are destined to die. They die, you'll die....I'll die...everyone dies. But the cause of death isn't known. You may of been responsible for the deaths on here, but think for one minute. On that board is 421 Names...this Plaque is roughly 4 Metres in width and 2 in height...these are names I myself know of. You cannot blame yourself for other's fate, like I have. It will tear you apart...like...like Asartha's did. I've known a lot more people than you, Hope, and for someone as fragile as you might be, you are somewhat lucky to have gotten the least of it. I know it is hard to understand, and no man, woman nor child should have to deal with losing a close one...but forgive yourself and move on. If you can't forgive yourself....just move on anyway. There are names on here I'll never forgive myself for..." Grant started to point to names, naming their death. "Captain Tora Tulithia, Western Siege. She died because I couldn't save her from falling into a Titan's mouth. And here...Privates Greg Hasling, Stephan Burmuda and Cavan Mulin, all part of failed attempt to retrieve them from Yupian after it fell. And here, Murdoch Ludwig, he died during my shift, and was my mentor for the Eastern Conference Meetings when I became a spokesman and soldier for the Eastern Division. And here, Johanna Lawson, my own Brother-in-law, in the final battle of the western siege, where so little survived your training became mandatory. And...and.... He stammered slightly, nearly losing his non-crying state. I thought about him...How you miss him. You two were like friends, more than friends from what I could tell. His execution...You were there, three seats to my right. You looked mortified....You looked scared....all I can beg..." The grip loosened slightly, as his own eyes began to dribble moistly. "All I can beg of you is to forgive me...for framing Nira...please...it's my only favour...You didn't deserve it and I did it...I'm sorry...okay....okay? Please, Hope forgive me..."

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@VocabPretty noice. I'll get my post, hopefully, done on New Year's Eve tomorrow

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I mean...it is christmas...and New Year's eve tomorrow...we gotta give him a chance XD