Posted what Marcus was up to this morning. Turns out, nothing exciting.
Working on the collab at this very moment, and my apologies to everyone for just vanishing like that. I had a lot of studies to do and my gaming clan demanded my attention for a few evenings as I needed to complete some tasks or get kicked (I game at the semi-professional level so getting kicked would be a fairly big problem for me). However I can only make apologies for not letting everyone know what was up.
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Marcus did not snap back into awareness all at once. Stuck halfway between a dream and reality, he gazed into infinity. Somehow his best ideas came to him when he wasn’t running on all cylinders. In the dreamy half aware state, his mind went off on barely thought over tangents, a thousand possibilities condensed into a semi-logical narrative. Formulas turned to colorful balls that danced in a white void. A hollowed out shell with an inner coat of teflon naturally progressed to a screaming Grimm trying to keep it’s molten face in place.
The alarm shattered his dreamstate, sending fragments of ideas bouncing around his mind. Wildly Marcus flailed for his scroll as he scrambled to remember his ideas.
“Gotta make the coating strong enough to withstand the stress, needs something to counter the forces involved. Also need to stabilise the antimonic acid prior to delivery.” he muttered as he typed away then paused. “How? How did I stabilise that?”
“G'Morning." Diamond said as she woke. Marcus blinked owlishly. Oh yeah, people. His people. That was going to take some getting used to.
“Um, yes. Good morning.” he replied. Now fully awake and in possession of his faculties, he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, dropped the scroll back in place and stood up. Once more straight and stern, as much as he could in boxers and a t-shirt. For the first half hour, he practised the martial art forms, simple straightforward punches, kicks and blocks.
Marcus was the first to admit he was poor in personal combat compared to other hunters.
He was not someone who passed the Beacon entrance exam through luck or bribery.
After that he showered and headed for the mess. Time to top off the tanks.
Also, Skyrte, if at any point you want to talk to Unsubtle give me a hoot, I would like to voice it myself.
I was a bit busy yesterday and the day before, but I'm still here. I should have what you need done today Lug.
I believe it was decided that Marcus would stumble over it in his spare parts collection and presume it was something he cobbled together while sloshed. Subsequently until it is revealed that Marcus did not in fact build it himself there would be a fight as he doesn't easily relinquish something he built.
I am ready to move on.
By the way Lug, I do not believe I have thanked you yet for drawing Marcus, he looks awesome. Exactly as stern as I thought he would be.
For the record, that was literally asked of us. All of the fans of RWBY were asked to do something creative in his memory.
Guys!
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Monty Oum just passed away.
Just for the record, simply telling Marcus "Have you seen my arm anywhere?" would lead to a mostly peaceful solution. However "Hey you, gimme that arm!" will lead to "Build your own. This one is mine."Marcus might, if the arm somehow ends up in or near his garage without him noticing. He would assume it was something he constructed while drunk. When he's hammered he tends to go full on mad scientist and he doesn't always remember what he's built, or why, or how.Sounds like a plan! Expect total vengeance, Moderation!
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