backdated to Wednesday night

[hard_talker]

[Nora]

My turn.

Love,
Mark

[/Nora]

[with that, sometime around midnight, there's a sixteen-year-old boy in a leather jacket, jeans, and glasses making his way down to the lobby with a backpack over his shoulder

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Mark

[eat_me_beat_me]

Your turn? Your turn for what?

[wait... no... he couldn't be... FUCK! She's grabbing her coat and a bag and racing down the stairs. Like hell she's letting him go out there alone.]

Where are you?

[hard_talker]

[sorry. he's ... not going to be opening his bag for a while, and that's where the journal's going to show up]

Mark

[eat_me_beat_me]

[That doesn't stop her from looking for him. If anything, it makes her look even harder.]

[hard_talker]

[it's not gonna be easy for her to find him, either. not when he doesn't want to be found, just yet. it's still too raw, and he KNOWS that when she finds him, she'll make him talk. she has a way of dragging the words out of him whether he wants her to or not.

and right now, he really, really doesn't want her to]

[nocturnalrage]

[There's three things about Mark that catches Toothless' attention.

For one, he's outside, at night. Toothless was quick to learn that most humans tended to sleep inside the castle around that time-- or, at the very least, stay within the castle.

Two, his body language is showing a clear discomfort within him. Toothless wouldn't be surprised if that was simply because he was out when he should clearly be in, though.

Finally, there's a strange apparatus on he's hauling around on his back. And it looks to be separate from the being itself. So why would he haul around such a weight? It seemed more of a burden than anything.

All things taken into consideration, Toothless lurks and follows Mark. The typical nocturnal bug noises causes Toothless to be as good as silent, and the darkness of the night causes him to be as good as invisible. If Mark turns at the right time, however? He just might catch a glimpse of the moonlight reflecting off some sheen scales.]

[hard_talker]

[when he catches that glint of moonlight out of the very corner of his eye, he spins, paranoid. shit.

shit shit.

hopefully there are enough books in his bag that he can club something senseless with it.]

Who's there?

[nocturnalrage]

[For a moment, it seems as though nothing moves, and perhaps it was just Mark's over-active imagination. But, give another second, and something in the shadows moves out of hiding. Given the darkness, he's still really hard to make out, but those yellow eyes sure do stand out.

A curious noise escapes Toothless as he comes closer. He recognizes you.]

[hard_talker]

Toothless! Jesus, you scared the shit out of me. [he digs in his pack until he finds the beef jerky he packed, and drops a few bits on the ground in front of him]

How's it going, big guy?

Out on the grounds cool?

[decibel_chamber]

[There is a Jono on one of his self-appointed night patrols, flying around and looking ever-so-slightly ostentatious with his blue glowing forcefield. When he spots Mark headed for God Knows Where, he floats down to the ground a few feet behind him.]

Goin' somewhere, mate?

Totally.

[hard_talker]

[he turns and looks at him - sure, he's talked to him plenty. but mostly over the journal. so seeing him in his "new" body is still taking a little getting used to.

he shuffles his sneakers a little in the grass]

Yeah.

=3

[decibel_chamber]

[Jono crosses his arms, and cracks his neck a little, his sonic collar making his neck stiff, even in the heat of the summer.]

An' were ya plannin' on mentionin' why? Circumstances bein' what they are, we're better served stickin' together, don' ya think?

[hard_talker]

[he stares at him for a moment, long and hard. how does he even begin to explain?]

Not until I'm sure who I can trust.

PLACEHOLDERRRR :)

[yamanaka]

[she was on her way back in from the town when she bumps into him. well, not literally, but she does spot him, and is giving him a funny look because what is that backpack]

... Mark? [she wonders if he might be going camping but that ... doesn't seem like a thing he would do ...]

BEST MORNING SURPRISE EVER AAAAH YAY

[hard_talker]

Ino.

[he looks over, and what was already a pretty dour face just crumples]

[yamanaka]

[lifts an eyebrow]

What's with the backpack?? Was there an expedition memo and I missed it? [okay that was a joke but she can't think of why he'd be like. going camping ...]

[hard_talker]

[that earns her a weak smile] Yeah... it's the expedition where I go try and find where the fuck my good judgment went.

PLACEHOLDEEEEER. :| Gabriel will not let you leave, oh protege.

[painhumbles]

[This may be your unlucky night, Mark, as Gabriel isn't sleeping. In fact, he happens to be out on the grounds, leaning against a tree.]

Hard to hitchhike when there's nowhere to go, kid.

HOLDS. FOREVER.

[hard_talker]

[FINALLY, someone he can snark at who won't hold it against him. he clutches the one shoulder strap he's using, almost protectively] I can damn well try!

[painhumbles]

And probably get eaten by something. I hear it's not a very good way to go. [He steps forward] And you can't leave. I haven't gotten you to play "Misty" for me yet.

[hard_talker]

Yeah, the "Misty" is gonna have to wait. My piano teacher flew the coop.