#sticky.log

[ask-shadow-marx]

*looks at you up and down from behind the shemagh, eyes squinted*

A French doppleganger?

*spins around*

EH?!

Oh 'a 'a.

Bonjour?

A Hungarian Doppelgänger? I do zoupose we look a bit ze same.

Ehm, my name ez Marx, eet ez nize to meetz you.

[ask-shadow-marx]

*based on the handshake Boots keeps distance as she approaches Marx.*

Soo, Shadow Company, right?

Yez, ehm. 141?

Befair you getz wairy, I don't dizlike ze 141. Graves 'az even talked about making amendz! Zough I don't zink alotz ouf youz air ready to accept eet.

[ask-shadow-marx]

*She wasn’t hidden inside a filing cabinet or folder for the first time in a long time and willingly standing in the middle of the mess hall with an arm full of tools that very obviously did not belong to her.*

*While some newer members of Shadow Company saw her and didn’t recognize her due to her reclusive nature and went to report her to their superiors, some sergeants started to walk over to tell her off about the inconsistencies in her uniform, such as her buttons being maple leaves and her rank pin being a lacewing moth that was vaguely shaped like her rank and could only pass from afar. More seasoned members sighed heavily and stopped them before explaining the senseless nature of Private Malone, and that it was of no use.*

*She continued to stand there, occasionally making conversation with a fellow private(who was definitely rather flabbergasted) while she waited for the guy who needed his tools to arrive.*

- @filing-cabinet-shadow

*walks into the mess hall, instantly noticing you standing there. He jogs over*

Ah, You foundz my toolz,

Zank you, Malone.

Ehm, may I azk why youz air not in ehm... formail attiair?

Itz preety butz I don't zink Graves would enjoy zis.