#|illforged|

It was night, the best time for Marion to be out, now somewhat clothed in ragged and torn trousers and shirt, with many bandages to cover his broken frame, he walked somewhat casually through a nearby park, thus giving he extra cover from the sheer quantity of trees, he allowed himself to stop for a moment and take in the moonlight.

It was absorbing honestly, he was suddenly just...existing, carrying with him a worn bagpack with many files with his face on it, and many words he did not understand..

His eyes flickered as something caught his eye, a human was approaching a smaller human, the smaller human seemed unconscious on a bench, perhaps sleeping, while the human that approached held a device in his hand, was it harmful? his posture and walk did not seem to have any positive intentions, and the device he held was pointed at the sleeping human.

Marion had almost no moral standing, but even he would not let things like this happen...whatever it was it was not a positive action, and thus it did not deserve to happen.

All he would do is walk towards the scene, the larger human noticed his presence and fled when he was aware he was not alone, not having a chance to use his device, Marion nodded to himself, and walked over to the sleeping human, and poked her head.

It was a harsh night, the wind was blowing quite harshly and this only made things harder for Marion as he stood on top of a hotel room wearing nothing but a bag pack and some very worn and torn..shorts? it looked like they used to be trousers, the metal in his bag chimed as he walked a ton of the roof.

Why was he on a roof? Well after finally leaving the wreckage of what was his birthplace he really needed to leave, but even he knew he would stick out like a sore thumb, everyone wore much more clothing that he did, and with all the marks and stitches on his body he figured it would be a far better idea to stay out of sight...so he went to the roofs...

Quite abruptly the wind shifted and he lost his balance, he began to tumble and roll down the slanted roof but clung to the edge, clinging for dear life, he felt for the first time. Fear.

He lost his grip and he fell, crashing on a balcony with a mighty crash, dazed from he impact he was grateful that he was alive, slowly he sat up, only to feel a sense of loss, not from falling but when he looked over to his left, he saw a puddle of oil and blood, and his arm, sparking with slight electricity and very much disconnected from his body, it was then his head turned in the other direction, to see a person infront of him, staring, and he stared back.