Marcoh.
@bruisedknuckles.bsky.social
๐ | pfp: dyscomm In my restless dreams, I see that town. Prehevil.
Breaking the cycle? Nah. Weโre tortured forever up in this bitch.
Feels a bit lively around here. More than usual, anyways.
โ โ โ โ เนเฃญ โฆ.` แดกสษชสแด สแด แดกแดs แด แดแดแด ใ โ โโโ โ ๐ท๐๐๐๐๐๐ สษชแดแดแด แดสแด แดแดsแดแด แดา ๐ฏ๐ผ๐บ๐ป ใ โ โ โ โโ โโ โ ษชแด`s ษขแดษชษดษข แดแด สแด โโโโโ โโ แด สแดษดษข ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ; sสแดแดแดษชษดษข แดกษชแดส ๐ฏ๐ผ๐บ๐ป . โโญ โญ
โ โ โ โโโ โ แดสแดสแด's ษดแดแด แดอแดอแดอส สแดสแด ใ โโโโษดแดแด แดส สแดs สแดแดษด ๐ธ๐๐๐ ษชษด แดสษชs ๐ฐ๐๐๐๐ สแดแดแดโ. โ โ . . . สแดแด โโ แดสแดสแดโ ษชs โแดโ แด อออโอแดอออโอแดอออโอสอ. โโโโโสแดแดโโโแดแดษดโโโ๐ท๐๐๐๐ ษชา สแดแด'แด สษชแดแดโ. แดสแดสแด's แดสแดกแดสs แดสแด ๐ฏ๐ถ๐ถ๐นโ. โโโโ
Spent brass littering the ground. Walls sticky with gore. Glass scattered on the streets. Survival is paramount.
Heโs already tried to kill me once. Given the opportunity, I donโt doubt heโd try again. [ Trying to run from his past, and here he was, getting involved with mobsters again. . ] Just means that Iโm not going to give him the chance to.
i won't tell a soul if you do. some people. they won't be missed by anyone. i think he is one of those individuals. ( a beat. thin brows furrow. ) mm. that sounds cruel of me. but i can feel it. he's rancid to the core.
[ Marcoh clenched his fists. Heโd ran into the bastard before โ or more specifically, the bastard tried to ambush him in his sleep. Marcoh almost had him. Almost. He got away. ] He resembles a walking piece of shit more than a man. If we ever run into him again. . Iโm not holding back.
mm, even some of the folks that came off of the same train had, ah. what do people call it. 'bad vibes'? especially that caligura man ... ( scrunching up her nose at the mere mention. ) i make it a point to retain my kindness. even in a situation as horrid as this.
Itโs not so bad, but I get what you mean. [ Magic was something completely foreign to Marcoh. Though, if there was one thing that he was good at, it was fighting. ] Youโd be surprised. . some people can be cruel. [ Cruelty in this town was anything but surprising. ]
i never did take a train before i came here. i think this all will kind of deter me from going on one ever again. ( she does feel a bit more protected with someone much physically stronger than her around. especially if she gets caught in something she caught out-muscle. ) aha, you don't owe -->
[ A slight smile formed on Marcohโs face in response, if only for a moment. Then, that familiar stoic expression returned. ] Iโm Marcoh. I was on a train out of Vatican City, but then it ended up stopping here. . now Iโm caught up in all this. >>
i will be sure to watch your back then. โจ ( even despite their circumstances, she manages a smile. if she doesnโt here now and then, she felt like she could lose her humanity all together. and sheโs much too stubborn for that these days. ) i am eve. i am โฆ very far from home. but i prefer โ>
// i just remembered that i had daan in my party and he fucking DIED on the Kaiser fight right before I got ending A. bro is never going to ascend and become a collective consciousness
[ Sin was something that could take many forms. For Marcoh, that was guilt. Heโd killed a man in the boxing ring under the orders of a mob boss. It was an immense burden that he carried. . one that would eat him up from the inside if he wasnโt careful. ] >>
i was lucky to be rather acquainted with the local eccentric librarian. it taught me everything i needed to learn from there. ( never mind the sins sheโs committed to get this far with it all. no one is a saint. not here. not anymore, even if they were before. though, she doubts anyone was. ) โ>
Guess that makes two of us, then. . [ It wouldnโt be the first time Marcohโs learned a lesson that way. Definitely not the last. . ] Books, huh? How does that saying go? โThe pen is mightier than the sword.โ [ Perhaps even more so, when the pen is calling upon powers of dead eldritch gods. ]
i learned that lesson the hard way. i go for the head myself. ( phew โฆ taken care of. she pulls her bag off of her back and rummage about in it. surely she has stuff she can share for him. ) ah, the magic? i spent a lot of time going over books about stuff like that. though, most of the magic โ>
[ Marcoh was hesitant for a moment as she whispered out the healing words of Sylvian. Though, that hesitation turned to relief when the wounds on his hands began to close on their own, staunching the steady drips of blood coming from his knuckles. ] . . .
( her usually blank expression softens a bit as she takes his bloodied knuckles into her small hands. closing them over his and murmuring to herself. healing whispers. most of her magic is offensive, but it helps to be prepared. ) stomp them out once they drop. they are not as likely to get up.
Letโs take a look. . [ His hands are bleeding, knuckles stained with crimson. Some is his own, some. . well. ] Ran into a Bobby. He kept getting back up, so I just kept swinging. . [ It looked as if his hands had been scraped on asphalt for a mile. Geez. . ]
itโs a miracle that i havenโt been jabbed by any unknown needles yet. though, that has been the last of my worries. do you need bandages? are you injured right now?
Canโt find one bandage in this fucked up town โ not a single one, but you know what you CAN find? Oh, yโknow. HEROIN. In the trash, of all things. Gimme a fuckinโ break. .
Falling deeper, and deeper. . Itโs not the fall that gets you. Itโs the sudden stop.
[ Majora wasnโt the only one who had that feeling. With danger lurking around every corner, being paranoid had itโs merits. ] The forest? [ Marcoh rose a brow. ] What kind of beast are we talking about here, exactly?
โI wasnโt on the train, so I wouldnโt know. I came to this town through the forest.โ Majora would shiftily look around them. It was as if he was paranoid. โSome damned beast wonโt leave me alone. Itโd be nice to drive it off, but itโs pretty strong.โ
[ So far, Marcoh had been alright on his own. Itโs a struggle. Part of his mind wants to keep going it alone, though survival takes precedent. Another hand wouldnโt hurt. . ] . . I suppose I donโt, for now. I donโt think I remember seeing you on the train.
โYouโre not wrong. A lot of things are happening. I just donโt know what.โ The horned man looked absolutely clueless, but perhaps he had an opportunity. A possible partner in crime. โThe nameโs Majora. I hope you donโt mind me tagging along.โ
Youโve got that right. I donโt think itโs just the war thatโs done a number on this place.
โWeird name for a town. Nobody belongs here right now. Just look at this place. Dead bodies, and distorted beings.โ
In times like these, numbing the senses would be preferable compared to staring down whatever abomination awaited them outside the safety of the PRHVL Bop.
a strong drink โฆ she wishes she could get her hands on some wine.