07-13-2018, 07:46 PM
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he wasn't about to help rialto climb up a rollercoaster where one could practically walk up the track to the peak, although marko happened to not take such an easy route in favor of properly climbing up it, and he wasn't about to give into a rather baseless warning. sure, he'd certainly fallen off the coaster before, but that was a rather rare occurrence, and the worst he'd ever gotten was a twisted ankle, not even sprained. maybe that was luck, but he highly doubted that. as for ezra? well, ezra was a bit more normal, so he didn't have any qualms. not like the guy even really did much that marko could find particularly to ignore, seeing as a "hi" was all that was really said. and, besides, marko did reply, so that was good. or... something.
it was nice to see them all, but that really wasn't his focus, seeing as there was a certain someone who perched right next to him to say hi.
the problem with himself, really, was that he was much too soft to keep up with how edgy san creado tried to portray themselves; at least, the supernatural portion of the population. sure, his leather jacket was covered in so many patches that he couldn't even zip it up, he had a whole biker look to him, but he wasn't the tough dude that one might think of upon seeing someone who was, well, a biker.
feeling nearly intimidated by the serious tone of her voice, marko couldn't help but chuckle slightly (er, slightly chuckling for him meant nearly uncontrollable laughter for just about everyone else). "hey, kal!" he said, fidgeting in place. as comfortable as he was around people, he wasn't necessarily good at being around... person. if that made sense. "i was thinkin' about this bad boy's fusebox," he said, patting the coaster with a hand. "wanna get this thing working again, y'know?"
he really did want that, seeing as there was still at least one train-car around, and at least a few decent engineers (be they npc's or not) that could probably fix it. besides, even marko could help out with repairing the rickety thing as a whole.
maybe he just wanted some better thrillseeking that climbing on things.
he wasn't about to help rialto climb up a rollercoaster where one could practically walk up the track to the peak, although marko happened to not take such an easy route in favor of properly climbing up it, and he wasn't about to give into a rather baseless warning. sure, he'd certainly fallen off the coaster before, but that was a rather rare occurrence, and the worst he'd ever gotten was a twisted ankle, not even sprained. maybe that was luck, but he highly doubted that. as for ezra? well, ezra was a bit more normal, so he didn't have any qualms. not like the guy even really did much that marko could find particularly to ignore, seeing as a "hi" was all that was really said. and, besides, marko did reply, so that was good. or... something.
it was nice to see them all, but that really wasn't his focus, seeing as there was a certain someone who perched right next to him to say hi.
the problem with himself, really, was that he was much too soft to keep up with how edgy san creado tried to portray themselves; at least, the supernatural portion of the population. sure, his leather jacket was covered in so many patches that he couldn't even zip it up, he had a whole biker look to him, but he wasn't the tough dude that one might think of upon seeing someone who was, well, a biker.
feeling nearly intimidated by the serious tone of her voice, marko couldn't help but chuckle slightly (er, slightly chuckling for him meant nearly uncontrollable laughter for just about everyone else). "hey, kal!" he said, fidgeting in place. as comfortable as he was around people, he wasn't necessarily good at being around... person. if that made sense. "i was thinkin' about this bad boy's fusebox," he said, patting the coaster with a hand. "wanna get this thing working again, y'know?"
he really did want that, seeing as there was still at least one train-car around, and at least a few decent engineers (be they npc's or not) that could probably fix it. besides, even marko could help out with repairing the rickety thing as a whole.
maybe he just wanted some better thrillseeking that climbing on things.
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