Newcomer | Max & Marcus
A starter for @its-max-okay
The first day after his semi-voluntary enlistment was, to Marcus’ surprise, peaceful. Not that he had expected to wake up to a hotchpotch of screams and shouts - that would be his worst nightmare came true. But this indeed the first morning in several years that Marcus gout out of bed, and recognize that there was a little seed of hope and excitement had sprouted in his heart.
He had been walked through the basic rules by which all Spade soldiers must abide, and so far none of them has made it difficult for him to follow. Today, right after breakfast, he was instructured to visit the Triage Center, where he would get on-the-job training and non-stop practice for decades to come. As a teenager, he was curious. As a just-been-blessed-yesterday healer, he was thrilled. And slightly terrified, once he came close enough to the Center to see how large it actually was.
Smoothening out the invisible wrinkles and casting off the invisible dust on his fprestine uniform for the nth-time, Marcus squeezed the straps of his leather backpack as a form of self-encouragement, then treaded his way into the Center. It was a miracle that he didn’t stumble over his own legs as he passed the entrance. Or it wasn’t really a miracle, for he had just frozen on his feet once remembered that he hadn’t been told what to do or where to go next from here.
There were a couple of soldiers walking back and forth the hallway, of course no one paid him any attention, if dimissive glances could be excluded. His survival instinct urged Marcus to go look for somewhere looked like the Center’s main office, or at least someone who looked like they knew what to do with newbies like him, but that could mean he could turn himself into an idiot. After a good minute of deep thinking, his brain finally remembered a name that had been introduced to him last evening. Go greet Max, she’s your superior.
Marcus couldn’t help but hitting the back of his own head for forgetting such a precious piece of information, then took no time to ask the next first person he saw along the hallway about Max’s whereabouts. Thanks god, she seemed to be well-known, for Marcus didn’t need to explain any further to be directed to where she was.
It wasn’t difficult at all to tell who was Max among the little crowd in the room, as she was fixing up a cut on a soldier’s hand with the silver threads coming out from her...Stomach? Marcus’s mouth agape in mild shock once he realized that. The god that blessed him had explained about the manacore, but he was too overwhelmed at that time to remember all the details, so watching the magic in live action was downright fascinating. Hynotized by the scene, Marcus temporarily forgot where he was and what he was supposed to do. It took him a few seconds of staring at his superior’s eyes to realize she was looking at him, and probably waiting for him to say something before kicking him out of the center.
“I’m so sorry, ma’am, I didn’t mean to stare.” He hadn’t breath probably since the first moment he witnessed the healing process, but that should be the last thing Marcus care about for now. Bending his back in ninety degree toward Max in a formal bow, he tried to look at the other healer’s eyes again - yet failed - as he briefly introduced himself, “My name’s Marcus Weztler, a Six and a new healer. I’ve just enlisted yesterday, and I’ve been told to go meet you, ma’am.”