07-22-2018, 08:17 PM
Marcel didn't know how to paint, to read, to write, to draw, whatever really. He had no creative or imaginative bone in his body once so ever and frankly he actually somewhat hated himself for it. Learning on his own was not only a bore but a given struggle and like hell he would admit to his weakness and get someone to teach him, he was perfectly fine trying to learn on his own. Or in his own opinion he was. He was too stubborn and proud to let someone teach him things he really wanted to learn and frankly without a teacher he'd probably never learn them. Besides, it was time to push those thoughts out and join a momentous occasion and frankly his first one too. He had only joined the Typhoon a week ago and this would seem to be the first tradition of the group that was fun filled. This wouldn't be his first tradition of the group completely with his first ever being the one involving Haven Island, the one that made him deal with some... personal issues. After that was his blood division ceremony which wasn't bad but also wasn't good either. These people seemed to love making ceremonies that made you suffer.
When Marcellus heard this call he thought instantly that this was a ceremony where they probably shot people into the sky somehow to see how many lanterns they could catch when they landed and frankly the thought made his face move into one of nervousness but he limped over anyways to see that there was paint and lanterns. Looking up at Pincher with confusion, wondering why there wasn't anything dangerous here, he listened to the instructions being explained and then looked back at the lanterns. Surprisingly it had been nothing dangerous, a true shocker. The male looked around to see if he could find anyone to help him and he ended up finding an NPC who finished his lantern and was sitting idly. The king cheetah padded up to him and got the NPC to write on his lantern for him, instructing the male on what to say.
When Marcellus heard this call he thought instantly that this was a ceremony where they probably shot people into the sky somehow to see how many lanterns they could catch when they landed and frankly the thought made his face move into one of nervousness but he limped over anyways to see that there was paint and lanterns. Looking up at Pincher with confusion, wondering why there wasn't anything dangerous here, he listened to the instructions being explained and then looked back at the lanterns. Surprisingly it had been nothing dangerous, a true shocker. The male looked around to see if he could find anyone to help him and he ended up finding an NPC who finished his lantern and was sitting idly. The king cheetah padded up to him and got the NPC to write on his lantern for him, instructing the male on what to say.