( marc takes it seriously because he takes everything seriously. he is biologically incapable of being a regular human being, responding to circumstances in a regular human being manner.
he hums softly when she suggests she stays where she is. it's probably not the best option — marc would prefer to draw the creature (monster?) outside, and there doesn't — from what marc can see — appear to be any other exits back into the shadowlands. )
No—, ( he starts to reply, but then the creature starts to move, hand-slash-claw curling around the portrait of fukawa. she tells marc not to die and for a short, quick moment, he's surprised, the remark wholly unexpected. it earns a perfunctory heh: an amused exhale of breath that's almost a laugh. ) I don't tend to stay dead, ( he tells her, his tone implying that he doesn't think that'll be any different here. )
Hide, ( he urges, raising the hand holding the truncheon behind his head, ready to throw at the creature which has moved on to — caressing? the portrait. ) I'll draw it outside. ( he says, releasing the truncheon. fortunately(ish) for the two of them, marc's aim is true, and the stark white baton hits the creature squarely on the side of the face and it turns suddenly, sharply towards them with a snarl. )
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he hums softly when she suggests she stays where she is. it's probably not the best option — marc would prefer to draw the creature (monster?) outside, and there doesn't — from what marc can see — appear to be any other exits back into the shadowlands. )
No—, ( he starts to reply, but then the creature starts to move, hand-slash-claw curling around the portrait of fukawa. she tells marc not to die and for a short, quick moment, he's surprised, the remark wholly unexpected. it earns a perfunctory heh: an amused exhale of breath that's almost a laugh. ) I don't tend to stay dead, ( he tells her, his tone implying that he doesn't think that'll be any different here. )
Hide, ( he urges, raising the hand holding the truncheon behind his head, ready to throw at the creature which has moved on to — caressing? the portrait. ) I'll draw it outside. ( he says, releasing the truncheon. fortunately(ish) for the two of them, marc's aim is true, and the stark white baton hits the creature squarely on the side of the face and it turns suddenly, sharply towards them with a snarl. )