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Gambit's BarRozwell Marques
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Rozwell
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Rozwell Marques's Story
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Rozwell Marques sat up in the booth, looking at Vexar. She gave a small nod, and pointed her index finger at her eyes, which constantly glowed a faint ice blue, one of her most noticeable features. She then pointed her finger towards Vexar and smiled.
Rozwell Marques 's smile grew a little larger as she let out a small giggle, a humming noise was all that was heard. She poked M.E. with the same finger she pointed at Vexar.
Rozwell Marques stuck her tongue out at the orb, and stood up with Vexar. She lifted her hand to him and curled her fingers as he disaperd from the bar. She gave a small sigh once he was gone, and to walked out of the bar from the way she came in.
Rozwell Marques followed closer to Vexar during this trip. She enters the bar with him in her sight, and follows him to the booth.
Rozwell Marques Smiles at Vexar as she sits down next to him, purposely bumping her hip into him with a bit of force. She was happy she had a new job of her own, and had been overly excited all afternoon.
Rozwell Marques gave a small 'thumbs-up' to Vexar. Noticing the small orb had retreated into his coat, she rested her head on his shoulder. If M.E. were to see this, Rozwell would surly get an earful of mechanical whirls and angry buzzes.
Rozwell Marques nodded to answer Vexars question. She scanned the pages of the menu He held in his hands, until something caught her eye. Rozwell started to poke at a crudely illustrated image of a fish on a platter, looking up at Vexar with an almost pleading expression.
Rozwell Marques turned away from Vexar for a moment. She had always been very quiet, and was very nervous about speaking in public. She turned back to him, burying her head into his coat, being careful the small bull-like horns protruding from her skull would not stab at him... again.
Rozwell Marques sat upright, after being pushed off of Vexar. She smiled, remembering she had finally gotten accepted into the WCED. She bounced in her seat like a child, awaiting her fish dinner to arrive.
Rozwell Marques began to work at her fish with her fingers, ignoring the fork and knife that was placed next to her platter. She gave a smile, and a slight hum towards Vexar, who was tearing into his burger. She started to glance around the Bar, looking over all the patrons inside.
Rozwell Marques nodded, still eating away at her fish while watching the odd 'couple'. She then realized something horrible; she hadn't ordered a drink with her fish. She glanced at Vexar, then at his drink, and slowly attempted to sneak a sip.
Rozwell Marques watched painfully as Vexar drank the last sip, she gave a low groan and sighed in defeat. She perked back up once he took out his note pad, and reviewed the two drawings.
Rozwell Marques smiled and rested on Vexar as she drank from the glass, her long tail moving along the booths cushions.
Rozwell Marques agreed to this, taking the last sip from the glass. She slowly fell over in the booth from resting on the Man that just faded away from the bar in a purple haze. She sat up quickly, hoping no one had saw her moment of clumsiness. The young dragon took a few deep breaths, then seemed to melt into the booth's cushions and backboard. She had always though her exit was more impressive than her companion's. A faint giggle, and she was gone.
Rozwell Marques hated being alone. She walked along a damp alley within the city, peeking around the walls before fully walking out into the street. She had been sent to pick up a report for her Master, but had gotten herself lost. The young dragon-hybrid's tail swaying behind her as she continued to walk down the empty streets.
Rozwell Marques stumbled through the doorway, breathing quite heavily she slouched over, with her hands on her knees while catching her breath. She glanced around the bar until she spotted him sitting in his normal booth. Standing up stright now, she fixed her blouse and walked over to Vexar Marques.
Rozwell Marques she grabbed at his jacket sleeve, finally her breathing returning to normal. She whispered something into Vexar's ear, then let out small giggle. She smiled at him, sitting normally again, and raised her hand to pet the small green orb that was on the table in front of them.
Rozwell Marques retracted her hand and stuck her tongue out at the orb on Vexar's shoulder. She nodded and reached into the pack on her hip, pulling out a few folded pieces of paper, and handing them to Vexar.
Rozwell Marques whined as Vexar faded into the cushions. He always had to make some kind of flashy exit.. Rozwell sighed, stood up, and simply walked out of the bar.
Rozwell Marques was not far behind Vexar as she entered the bar, the young dragon half following close behind him as he walked to an open booth. She sat down next to him, glancing over at his strange book while not surveying the occupants of the bar.
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