Huff and puff (Marcus/Bailey)

[Marcus Prasad]

Oh yeah those were DEFINITELY Leons Gloves. Unfortunately Marcus was unaware of the gloves true power, or else he would have known better than to take the hit.
With a sickening crack, Marcus' felt something break in his ankle as he was sent unceremoniously to the ground. Having (Involuntarily) released his grip on his opponent, Marcus found himself in a sprawl feebly gripping his leg. Gritting his teeth he would curl his limbs back under himself and slowly pull himself up to his feet, favoring his injured foot.

"Oh just my fucking luck. Alight! Alright I give."
He admitted ruefully. Despite the pain, he had to admit to himself that it was kind of refreshing dealing with someone who didn't fuck around. Barker and the rest of his villains were always so.....melodramatic.

Slowly he would hobble over to the opened pod and rest his weight against it.
"Alright, so now what happens?"

[Bailey Oleander]

Bailey knew the popping of broken bones well enough that she straightened as Marcus felt something in his ankle break. With his yielding, she stepped forward, nodding to him.

"First, I set and mend your ankle. It's a temporary fix, but it will do for now. Anything after that is up to the two of you." Joining them, fighting more, or anything else.

[Blake Oleander]

Blake would not press any attack and would step back to let Bailey do her thing. He wasn't here to kill the guy.

"Up to you. You can leave, we can go again, or you can come with us."

[Marcus Prasad]

Marcus would nod back to the queen in appreciation, offering her no resistance as she went to work on him.
All things considered the man would require little convincing. His only other options were to get pummeled to a paste or left alone to make his own way in an unfamiliar world.

"Consider me sold. I figure you guys wouldn't go through all the trouble of busting me out for nothing, huh?"
He could shelve the matter of how the man was walking around with various pieces of legendary Dragon gear for now.
If he was going to be forced to beat the answers out of this so called King he would have to play the long game for now and work on growing stronger.
Why was it that every time he thought he witnessed the summit of human limits, someone had to come along and show him an even BIGGER mountain.

How far can the human body really go?

"Before we get to these demons, how about you give me the quick rundown on what happened since I was a Corpseicle."

[Bailey Oleander]

Eyes down, Bailey crouch next to Marcus, reaching out to take stock of the break. She kept her touch as light as possible, but there would unfortunately be a point where she'd find the break.

"It's appreciated, but we won't force you." There was almost amused tone at Marcus calling himself a corspsicle, and it was with that comment that she set the ankle with a swift motion. Immediately after, lines of gold and red seemed to web around his ankle and partially up his leg.

"There." It was hard to imagine a short version summing it up enough. Eight years had passed since the world had fallen apart - again. It seemed longer.

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Ability #3: Weaving a web of energy, Bailey is able to temporarily hold broken bones or minor wounds together.

Qi Uses 1/25

[Blake Oleander]

"Go ahead Virgil."

Blake would say motioning to Virgil, who would proceed to reach into his pack and pull out clothing that looked strikingly identical to the clothing Marcus would have worn back before he was frozen. Though the offered clothing was obviously far to newly made to actually be the clothes he had been wearing back then. Just a spot on replica.

Clearing his throat Virgil would give Marcus a very detailed outline of what happened that is more than the RPer probably knows about what happened and should be confirmed with the main admin OOC for accuracy.

[Marcus Prasad]

Marcus caught the Queens' amused tone and silently cheered that at least SOMEONE here could appreciate his particular brand of humor. King Oleander had already been flagged in his mind as a humorless sort and Virgil seemed to have all the personality of a library index. A Sharp cry followed by a slow ragged intake of breath were the only signs of discomfort Marcus would allow the others to see before gingerly testing his weight on his tender foot and began changing into his new clothes as Virgil gave him the lowdown.

Said Lowdown was....extensive to say the least. By the end of it, Marcus was left massaging his face with both palms as he tried to make sense of it all.
"Oh that's alot." He Groaned. "Like, ALOT alot."
Rummaging into the breast pocket of his jacket, Marcus searched for a small hair tie, only to flash a look of annoyance which turned into disappointment when his hand came up empty.
"Anyway, I'm already sick and tired of this cramp-ass Cryo Lab.....thing. Let's say we continue our little briefing somewhere more comfortable than a crypt."

The man suppressed a shudder. It wasn't too hard to think of that open pod as an unearthed grave. If the Monarchs were ready to go, he would be ready to follow.

[Bailey Oleander]

Nodding as she stepped back and kept her attention on Marcus's ankle as he absorbed the lengthy explanation, nodding as she saw him test his weight on his ankle. Not to mention that it was a lot to take in.

"Agreed." She looked to Blake falling in alongside him, satisfied and ready to leave as well.

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Ability #3: Weaving a web of energy, Bailey is able to temporarily hold broken bones or minor wounds together.

Qi Uses 2/25

[Blake Oleander]

Blake would nod. Marcus was correct about Blake's sense of humor overall. It was very dry.

"We will have a room set up for you in the palace. Do you have a preference on weapons?"

[Marcus Prasad]

Marcus thought about what weapon he would want. Blake was pretty decked out, so most likely they had a decent blacksmith.
"Honestly I can use just about anything as a weapon so if that room comes with a full weapon rack, I'll be happier than a pig rolling in shit.
Still, I always preferred my fists and feet."

Marcus eyes went wide as a thought struck him.
"How about a Cestus? Or Caestus if you wanna be pompous. Big Spikey punch gauntlets! Always wanted a pair myself but those are RARE even before Barkers big crash."

[Bailey Oleander]

It was like listening to a kid list what they wanted for their birthday.

"I'm sure we have something that could work for you." If not, they'd figure something out. He wasn't exactly wrong about the blacksmith.

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Ability #3: Weaving a web of energy, Bailey is able to temporarily hold broken bones or minor wounds together.

Qi Uses 3/25

[Blake Oleander]

"We will have something appropriately made to your specifications. It wouldn't do to send you to battle without arming you."

Even if he would be right there with him.

[Marcus Prasad]

Hearing that, Marcus' lips curled into his trademark wolflike grin.
"Ah, see now you're just getting me excited!"

Indeed, colour would be returning to the mans cheeks as he began to move a touch more animatedly.
"So question. How far is this Palace from here? I'm guessing you two have some pimped out Monarch Mobile to carry you around yeah?"

[Blake Oleander]

"Huh? I walked and she rode her panther."

[Marcus Prasad]

Marcus rounded on Bailey, eyes full of wonder. "YOU HAVE A PANTHER!?!?!?!?!?"