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He knows two things the moment he's awake.
The first is that it's nighttime. Doesn't take a genius to figure it out. Eden is pretty dark at night; the lighting is poor at best, and when you've tucked yourself way down at the end of an alleyway that's poorly lit even in the day, you notice just how dark it can get at night.
The second is that there is something here. Something close by, even. He remains frozen, sitting against the wall, armor stripped from his body and lying in a heap beside him. His weapons are there as well, easily at hand. He hears it again just as he's starting to think it was all his imagination; a little bit of scratching, coming from the walls...and above him.
His head snaps up and he's just in time to see a shadow of something (Or was it all in his mind?) disappear over the edge of the building. He's on his feet in time to hear a cry not so far off; a familiar cry. A very familiar, very eerie cry. He takes a moment to glance at his armor and weapons; it'd take too long to put on the former and he doesn't have enough arms to grip all of the latter. Gritting his teeth, Marcus makes the decision every Gear hates to make; he decides to go into a possible battle without his armor. He feels naked and exposed already; all he has on is a black t-shirt, a pair of pants and boots. All things he wears under his armor. And, of course, he makes sure to tie the bandanna around his head. Maybe it's for luck, maybe he just likes to wear it. He's not sure why he feels better when he has it, but he does.
Grabbing his shotgun in one hand and his pistol in the other, Marcus takes off down the alley, determined to follow whatever he saw, whatever was making those sounds, and see if his suspicions are correct. He leaves his armor and his other weapons in the alley; it's dark enough that they're hard to see, and besides, there aren't that many suspects to interrogate should those things go missing. He tucks the pistol into his pants and grips the shotgun in one hand as he runs. He has to admit, without all that armor, he's much faster, much lighter. No doubt he looks much smaller too; more human. He's still a big guy, but without all that protection, he's suddenly about a hundred pounds lighter; maybe more. And it shows.
Turning onto the main street, Marcus glances left (sees the hotel a short ways off and the light in front of it) and then right before hurrying down the street to his right, after the faint sounds of something's claws against stone. He's got his suspicions, but he needs to be sure.
And if he is, well...that's why he brought the shotgun.
The first is that it's nighttime. Doesn't take a genius to figure it out. Eden is pretty dark at night; the lighting is poor at best, and when you've tucked yourself way down at the end of an alleyway that's poorly lit even in the day, you notice just how dark it can get at night.
The second is that there is something here. Something close by, even. He remains frozen, sitting against the wall, armor stripped from his body and lying in a heap beside him. His weapons are there as well, easily at hand. He hears it again just as he's starting to think it was all his imagination; a little bit of scratching, coming from the walls...and above him.
His head snaps up and he's just in time to see a shadow of something (Or was it all in his mind?) disappear over the edge of the building. He's on his feet in time to hear a cry not so far off; a familiar cry. A very familiar, very eerie cry. He takes a moment to glance at his armor and weapons; it'd take too long to put on the former and he doesn't have enough arms to grip all of the latter. Gritting his teeth, Marcus makes the decision every Gear hates to make; he decides to go into a possible battle without his armor. He feels naked and exposed already; all he has on is a black t-shirt, a pair of pants and boots. All things he wears under his armor. And, of course, he makes sure to tie the bandanna around his head. Maybe it's for luck, maybe he just likes to wear it. He's not sure why he feels better when he has it, but he does.
Grabbing his shotgun in one hand and his pistol in the other, Marcus takes off down the alley, determined to follow whatever he saw, whatever was making those sounds, and see if his suspicions are correct. He leaves his armor and his other weapons in the alley; it's dark enough that they're hard to see, and besides, there aren't that many suspects to interrogate should those things go missing. He tucks the pistol into his pants and grips the shotgun in one hand as he runs. He has to admit, without all that armor, he's much faster, much lighter. No doubt he looks much smaller too; more human. He's still a big guy, but without all that protection, he's suddenly about a hundred pounds lighter; maybe more. And it shows.
Turning onto the main street, Marcus glances left (sees the hotel a short ways off and the light in front of it) and then right before hurrying down the street to his right, after the faint sounds of something's claws against stone. He's got his suspicions, but he needs to be sure.
And if he is, well...that's why he brought the shotgun.