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Marionette

"Is it alright... if I exist?"

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a character in “Father's Puppets”, as played by Tsukiakari

Description

Marionette
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Age
14, nearly 15.

Role
Experiment 5.

Gender
Female

Number Code
6791250 (Or at least, that's what it was last time.)

Partner
Fade

Instructor
Twitch

Personality
Marionette is, quite simply, a genuinely nice person. While she is rather distant and somewhat sad at times, if you're her friend, you can expect her undying loyalty and kindness. She does her best to be cheerful around other people and to protect those she cherishes, no matter what she has to do in the process. However, she is also at a crisis of who she is, and of what she should do, and if she is, perhaps, more than just a blind servant of Father. From the vague things she recalls, she understands that, at some point, she did a terrible thing, and, moreover, that she was left to suffer a terrible fate without anyone to help her. Because she can't remember who she is, and everyone in this new life simply treats her as a puppet to be carefully controlled, she seriously wonders if anyone actually cares about her at all. "Is it alright if I exist?" This question defines her entire being - a search for purpose where yet there is none, a desperate attempt to find meaning in the life of a doll. If someone would be willing to acknowledge her existence, and to care for her, they would very likely have her full love and devotion. She takes the side of her friends, no matter what, and would stand by them until the end. As she remembers killing before, she is perfectly willing to do so again, if it's for a cause she deems worthwhile. Thus takes shape the darker side of her personality: a merciless, unshakably loyal pawn of whatever benevolent power affects her enough to willingly obtain her service. If someone were to try to harm someone she loved, she would do her utmost to eliminate the thread permanently, even if that meant killing the attacker on the spot, even over something small. Her entire identity has been deconstructed. The only way to put herself back together, in her opinion, is to build herself up around a single cherished individual. Were that person to betray her, it's likely she would either simply cease functioning as a Human being, or simply go into denial about the reality of the situation and refuse to believe it, even if it led to her death.

In summary, she's more than a little bit of a Yandere.


Crush/Relationship Status
TBA

Are You Broken?
Undecided. While she does not particularly like killing for Father, as he hasn't exactly done much to warrant her absolute loyalty, she also does not wish to die, or have her friends suffer for her own failures.

Power
Power to give life to inanimate objects. She favors animating lengths of razor sharp, extraordinarily thin steel wire concealed within her long, silvery hair and her clothing, allowing Marionette to weaponize her strings, so to speak, to deadly effect. She will also, however, animate more sapient things, such as mannequins or dolls, when she doesn't want to get her hands dirty. Marionette is also incredibly agile and speedy to a superhuman extent due to her having the brilliant idea to actually animate her clothes and use them as a sort of suit of powered armor.

Weakness
Marionette hates the sight of blood due to a rather traumatic incident in her past, which is why she favors weapons that spill very little of it on the outside. Her power's weakness is that while she specializes in animating and controlling many things at once with little cost to herself, any pain felt by these objects is transmitted back to her mind en masse the moment she removes the life from the animated object, or when it is destroyed. If too many of her puppets were destroyed at once, it is quite likely that she would suffer a heart attack from the shock. This is the reason why she favors razor wires, which when cut are little more painful than having a hair plucked from her head. The more humanoid her puppets become, however, the more pain they are capable of feeling, making their additional functionality a double edged sword.

Appearance Description
Marionette stands at about five foot six, with a very slender, somewhat developed physique belying her actual age. With smooth, pale skin, copper-colored eyes and long silver hair, she looks like an innocent - albeit rather unusual - young girl. Concealed within her hair and wrapped around her body, however, are several lengths of razor thin steel wire which she can animate at will to attack targets. Her tight blue shirt and white pants are no exception, for they too can be animated at will to enhance her every movement. Not much to say, really.

Crime
Marionette's crime is something she hardly remembers, probably due to trauma induced amnesia. Although her life was fairly normal, she had the misfortune of being attacked one day on the way back from school - ironically enough, by an upperclassman boy she'd thought of as a friend, and had actually had a crush on - viciously beaten and molested - and would have been killed if not for the timely arrival of the police, and the capture of her assailant after a brief chase. Although the police assured her justice would be done, something broke inside her that day. When she was called to the station to identify the perpetrator, she suddenly snatched a gun from the belt of one of the police standing guard, and immediately shot the prisoner before she was tackled and restrained, firing off three shots from the high-powered revolver and splattering most of the contents of her attacker's head, chest, and stomach across the room. She would have followed this by killing herself from despair, but she was tackled and disarmed before then. All she remembers of this whole chain of incidents is the blood... so much blood. Her blood at the scene of the rape, and her victim's blood painting the walls of the cell where she killed him, thus giving her a deathly fear of it. This whole incident is also the cause of her affection complex, her need for love, and her fear of betrayal.

Other
Marionette likes to draw pictures in her spare time, and is trusted enough to sometimes be allowed to cook her own food due to her incredible culinary skills and love of doing so. She also likes reading books, but avoids both the romance genre and vampire genre with a passion, due to the uncomfortable associations with her past striking an unnerving chord within her.

Komm SΓΌsser Tod
I know, I know I've let you down
I've been a fool to myself
I thought that I could
live for no one else
But now through all the hurt & pain

It's time for me to respect
the ones you love
mean more than anything

So with sadness in my heart
(I) feel the best thing I could do
is end it all
and leave forever

what's done is done it feels so bad
what once was happy now is sad
I'll never love again
my world is ending

I wish that I could turn back time
'cause now the guilt is all mine
can't live without
the trust from those you love
I know we can't forget the past
you can't forget love & pride
because of that, it's killin' me inside

It all returns to nothing, it all comes
tumbling down, tumbling down,
tumbling down
It all returns to nothing, I just keep
letting me down, letting me down,
letting me down

In my heart of hearts
I know that I could never love again
I've lost everything
everything
everything that matters to me, matters
in this world

I wish that I could turn back time
'cause now the guilt is all mine
can't live without
the trust from those you love
I know we can't forget the past
you can't forget love & pride
because of that, it's killin' me inside

It all returns to nothing, it just keeps
tumbling down, tumbling down,
tumbling down
It all returns to nothing, I just keep
letting me down, letting me down,
letting me down
It all returns to nothing, it just keeps
tumbling down, tumbling down,
tumbling down
It all returns to nothing, I just keep
letting me down, letting me down,
letting me down


Happiness of Marionette

So begins...

Marionette's Story

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Character Portrait: Marionette Character Portrait: Fade

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Two copper-colored eyes opened as their owner gave a quiet sigh, raising a pale, seemingly fragile hand to her face and brushing several wayward locks of silvery hair from her face. It still seemed a little unusual - although admittedly, she had no recollections against which to compare the current arrangement of things, so this was just a gut feeling rather than any sort of logical conviction - to feel the harsh chill of a steel wire amidst her own tresses, but it was something that she was rapidly growing accustomed to. Actually, it was pretty hard to notice the concealed mono-filament cables as they were, even for the one in whose hair they were fastened securely. If it weren't for the by now familiar subtle tingling of the animate razor wires as they carefully shifted themselves away from her own head - it would be pretty stupid to get accidentally cut to ribbons by your own hidden weapon, now wouldn't it? - she probably wouldn't have even remembered they were there at all.

Rising from beneath the covers, Marionette glanced around herself and quickly shut her eyes into a tight, narrow squint. The worst part about waking up in Father's house, she noted, was the complete lack of color. When everything around you was completely and totally white, it took a great deal of time for your eyes to adjust if you had been sleeping. Just the slightest light, and everything around you suddenly seemed to glow until you felt like your sensitive, tired eyes would be instantly blinded if you dared open them. But, of course, this was just another thing the puppet was already growing used to. This was how it had always been. This was all she could remember. This was simply the way things were. If there had been something before this, then shouldn't that have been discounted as too strange, since she couldn't even remember it? This was what was normal. Everything that her mind seemed to think was normal was what was strange. That was what logic told her, anyway.

Grumbling quietly under her breath, the puppet rubbed her eyes and slowly rose. It took her a moment to get her bearings - she wasn't exactly a morning person - and a few more of stumbling around, searching blindly for the familiar outfit that, as per usual, was sitting folded on the table, freshly cleaned and prepared for her by the unseen staff of the facility. The care they took to make sure she was always properly equipped and in good health might have made her feel like an honored guest, if it didn't remind her of how one treated a particularly enjoyable doll. Still, she didn't really care all that much. That was what she was, right? She was Marionette. She was a doll. And, although Father's mysterious and reclusive nature was an unknown factor, she wasn't really all that interested in what he did and didn't want from her to begin with. All she needed was...

Oh! Right! It's almost time for breakfast, which means... She smiled as the thought struck her, instantly opening her eyes and shrugging off the sleepy haze that had previously clouded her actions. In an instant, she had swiftly slipped her nightgown over her head, and, folding it with an almost manic grin, immediately set about donning her usual attire. Brushing the familiar button-up blue shirt and close-fitting cropped pants aside, she immediately took up what was beneath them: a large roll of thick, soft bandage wraps. In the instant she touched them, a faint whirr sounded through the air, and the puppet smiled as a sudden new awareness reached her thoughts, registering a faint physical contact with the dresser she herself wasn't touching. Admittedly, it had been very difficult to adjust at first to feeling things she wasn't touching, especially when her newfound awareness was completely disconnected from her body. But, she had grown to be able to handle it soon enough, and by this point, she had practiced enough to make it almost second nature to her. It showed in her manipulations, as well, for where she had once had difficulty, now she wasted no time. The bandage crawled swiftly up her arm and immediately set about winding itself around her, starting at her chest and working itself all the way down to her waist. And, even as this wrapping continued, she had already begun donning the rest of her clothing for the day. By the time it had finished, she was already slipping her arms into the sleeves of her blue shirt, which dutifully buttoned itself as she slipped into her comfortable white sneakers, then strolled out of the room. Ah, her abilities were so convenient sometimes. She had to admit, she had it better off than most of the other experiments in the mansion. Given the safety risk of having mono-filament cables sown into your hair, she'd had the good fortune to be allowed to utilize her abilities with a little more freedom than most. Granted, she was only allowed to animate her clothing and her wires, and her powers would short out if she tried to move anything more than five feet from her person, but that still left margin for utility in mundane situations, even if it hampered her ability to do anything very complex.

It seemed like her roommate - what was her name? Rat-something? - had already left, but Marionette didn't really care. There were more important things to worry about. Like breakfast! The kitchen staff normally prepared meals for the men in white coats, at least, but thankfully, Marionette had managed to get permission from father to make her own meals. She rather preferred it this way. True, her dishes weren't really fancy or overwhelmingly delicious compared to the food the kitchen staff made, but she found it more comfortable. She might have said "old habits die hard," but then again, she only had a hunch that this was a habit at all. Being unable to remember ever cooking for herself before now, it was hard to tell. Actually, it was hard to tell if she had ever even needed to eat, given that it was an unnesecary luxury, albeit one she still indulged in on occasion. Since their bodies were self-sufficient, things like eating, drinking, and sleeping were all no longer required. Still, she took a sort of comfort in practicing these old, outdated routines regardless. But, again, it didn't matter all that much.

It didn't take long for the eager young puppet to reach the kitchens, and, opening the doors, she practically bounced in, a cheery smile on her face. Those staff members already present glanced up somewhat warily at her, but she smiled it off and simply gave a cheerful wave and greeting. "Good morning, everyone!" She said happily. "Do you mind if I use the stove in the corner?" The only reply she got was, of course, a slight shrug as everyone else went about their daily routine, but, although her happy facade cracked a little at her ambivalent treatment, this was the only response she needed. That's right, it didn't matter if everybody else ignored her. There was still one friend she could rely on, the friend that Father had given her. Oh, she was so happy just thinking about it. She had a friend, and once she made breakfast, she would go to see him! Yes, she needed to hurry, make breakfast quickly, and then go to see her friend!~ In an instant, she had crossed the room, and, after a moment of fumbling about with a frying pan, had quickly started up on the creation of one of her favorite breakfast combinations. Granted, chocolate chip pancakes, a bacon-filled omelet and hash browns was probably pretty weird by most people's standards, but then again, they were the weird ones! This was perfectly normal.

The kitchen staff just sighed and set about their work. Even if she wasn't all that much of a hassle, the freak's constant humming and ever-so-slightly unhinged grin as she cooked was quite disrupting to their coordination. The fact that she kept on whispering unintelligible remarks in that creepy, cutesy way of hers - quiet mumblings that could usually be heard to contain several repetitions of the words "friend," "partner," and "Fade," all dutifully recited with almost orgasmic glee - only made things worse. For most present, especially those who had to work close by the obsessive puppet who always stood just a little too close to the knife cupboard for comfort, the time when either she or they would leave was regarded as an hour of sweet release.

.....

At last, she was finally done! The people at the kitchen seemed really busy, and whenever she tried to talk to them, they shuffled quickly away. This had been disappointing, since all she had wanted was to borrow a small tray to carry her warm, steaming breakfast platter with, but since they didn't really seem to mind, she had at last resigned herself to just take the desired implement and leave. Everybody else seemed to be trying their hardest to ignore her, so she supposed that they probably wouldn't miss it. Still, her good mood was already beginning to falter. Although the prospect of bringing her new friend breakfast as a way to get to know him better was still enough to brighten her day, it had begun to seem less and less hopeful to her. Everybody seemed like they didn't want her around. Father was always too busy, so she could never visit him to ask any of the countless questions she had, Twitch was always so quiet and aloof, she'd only recently been given her new friend and didn't know him well at all, and all the people in the mansion always seemed to ignore her. The rat-girl was always off doing something, and always seemed really unfriendly, so Marionette had been left all alone for most of her time after waking up, save for the occasional test or training session. She sighed. She had tried drawing pictures, had tried making food, had tried singing songs, had even tried animating her clothing to make it dance for her, but still, it was so boring, and, what was more, lonely. Nobody ever seemed to care she existed. Was she doing something wrong? She didn't get it. She just wanted friends.

Friend... friend... What if her friend didn't like her? She hadn't been able to talk to him much. He always seemed so busy like everybody else, so all she had been able to do was follow him around watching all the things he did in the hopes of getting a feel for what he was like. She had watched him train, watched him walk, watched him sleep, watched his every breath, but still couldn't fathom his personality very well because of that shadowy mask he wore, which made it really hard to see his face and tell what he was thinking by his expression. Ah, that reminded her, shadows. During their last training session, he had shown off his powers a little. It had been so cool! To think he could actually control other people! All she could do was control things that weren't alive to begin with, but he had no such limitation. Ah, Fade was so incredible! She really wanted to talk to him, to make him like her, but if he was busy like everybody else, then wouldn't he treat her like everybody else did? What if he didn't care? Father had said he would be her friend, but what if he had more important things to do? All of a sudden, it seemed like maybe bringing him breakfast wasn't such a good idea. Her resolve to approach him had begun to falter. But, no. She had made up her mind that she would finally talk to him today, and that was what she was going to do! Father had said he would be her friend, so he would have to be, whether he liked it or not! He was hers! Father had said so, and everything he had said always had to happen, so that meant that Fade would be her friend, and that was that. Besides, she had come too far now to just turn back. Actually, she realized, she was already standing right in front of the door to her own room. From there, it would just be one room over, and then...!

Hastening through her room, she opened first the door to the common room between her own and that of her friend-to-be, crossed that in an instant, and at last stood before the door she was so anxious to open. The animate wires in her hair flicked nervously back and forth, one of them cutting slightly across her cheek as she twitched just a little too eagerly in anticipation. A single drop of blood slipped down to her lips, filling her mouth with a faint taste of iron as she licked it up quickly, not wanting to look anything less that presentable for her big event. Brushing her hand across the wound to make sure it had stopped bleeding - it had - she at last steeled herself, placed her hand on the door, and, turning the knob slowly, pushed the portal open with a quiet swish, the silent hinges making nary a creak as she crept into the room. She had already peeped through the door enough to know where Fade slept, so she wasted no time in tip-toeing up to his bed, standing over his slumbering form with an innocent, timid smile. Then, slowly, she reached down, placing her free hand on his shoulder.

"Fade~," She intoned in a quiet, sing-song voice that nonetheless sounded rather loud in the silent room. Leaning over him, she gazed down directly into his face, perhaps just a little too close for the waking boy's comfort. "Wake up, Fade~. It's morning. It's me, Marionette. I've made you breakfast. I hope you like it." She was barely able to control her eagerness as she spoke, her words coming out as something between an excited girlish squeal and a drawn out, anxious moan. This was it! She was finally making a friend! And now he would wake up, greet her with pleasant surprise, eat the breakfast she had so carefully prepared for him, and love it! And then, he would talk to her, and they would become friends! He was sure to be happy with her! She couldn't wait, couldn't wait, couldn't wait!

Why don't you hurry and wake up, Fade? I want you to be mine already! Faaaaa~deeee~....!


(Yandere for the Yandere god! Psychotic obsession for the obsessive throne!

...

I think I scared myself a little with this post.)

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Feeling blood run down his chest, he staggered up, and without a second to think, he raised forward towards his petite target. A scream fell to the air, hitting his ears, causing his expression to tighten slightly. But he couldnt stop his actions, as he grasped a thin and slender neck. Wide, innocent blue eyes stare back as tears swell up against the corners. "????" His old and forgotten name slipped from her lips, before her fate come upon her. A creak of the door.. With a spine shivering snap, the victim fell to the floor, and with that, a grim smile danced at his lips, before one word slipped fro him as well. His own body falling-

"Fade~," As fast as one could blink, Fade's slender hand raced towards the wrist of whom was touching him. But despite his fast and skilled movements, His eyelids flickered open quietly as red orbs were revealed, emotionless and still as ever, as he awoke from his day dream. Though it was deep in his eyes that a wild shocking emotion shifted around, before dispersing and hidden behind a facade. Though evidence of his slight shock was the thin layer of cold sweat covering his face. 'a dream..?' How he hated this. 'Wait I can't sleep.. heh' He dryly mused.
The thought of waking up again, after what he did. In this place, in his "new home." This horrible place, was a painful thought. But then again, he doesnt want to die..
'Damn..' Focusing on the reality, he looked up, and saw the familiar face of his partner. Marionette.

Scanning her expression calmly, despite the extreme closeness of her person, he gripped her shoulder, pushing her up gently and sat up in his bed, the covers tangled in his legs. He was going to have to get used to this. Taking a deep and husky breath, he turned to her, and eyed her person and the breakfast, she held. Assuming what she was doing was not a threatening thing, he slipped out of the bed, rubbing the back of his neck tiredly and casually strolled towards his mask that laid on the desk, before hanging it around his neck. Taking another breath, he stayed still for a moment, before turning around and leaning against the wall, watching her carefully, then the breakfast. Nothing to say, he waited for her to respond. But at last moment, he thought of common curtsey and thought why the hell not. "Good morning." He stated, his voice hushed and obviously tired and weary. Glancing at the time, he remembered the schedule of today which his supposed father gave them. Sighing he returned his focus on her supposed partner. Why did the father assign her with him again? To assist him?" Be her friend-" The annoying voice of the leader flowed within his mind from memory. oh yeah, that was one..this was stupid in his opinion, But honestly, she wasent that bad..but not good either. He still needs to determine her, friend or foe, weather she was trustful or not. Worth it, basically.
Though she seemed to try hard to catch his attention for she always clinged on to him, followed, and like before, got into his bubble. However being the stoic person he was, he could care less. Ruffling up his hair in a not-sure-what-to-do manner, he sat down at a nearby chair and waited for his partner to do something. She was the one who came here in the first place. He wasent used to people coming to him.. and he defiantly didnt trust it. But that was just him.

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It seemed Fade was a light sleeper. Almost the moment she laid her hand on him, he was already awake. To think that he was always so alert and ready... Fade was really incredible! Marionette smiled, elated by her new discovery of yet another amazing thing about her friend-to-be. And yet, something seemed wrong. Instantly, Fade sat up, pushing her gently away from him and rising, swiftly taking up his usual mask. In an instant, her features twisted slightly in worry. Why was he putting his mask on?! If he did that, he wouldn't be able to eat his breakfast! Her hair swished back and forth ever so slightly with a frantic speed as she analyzed the situation. Oh, it would be so easy to stop him. She could just stretch out the mono-filament wire concealed within her hair, and just cut the stupid mask right out of his hands. Then, if he still didn't want to eat, she could just as usually use it to make him wait while she fed it to him. Then he would realize how good it was, and he would eat it willingly! And then he would be pleased with her, and he would be her friend!

In the next instant, however, she was filled with relief, for Fade merely hung the mask around his neck, and then sat down once more. Oh, how silly it had been of her to assume her Fade would do something so rude. Of course, he only wanted the mask so he could be ready for later. Still, it was nice to know that she wouldn't have to use any of her tools to befriend him, like the razor-sharp wires concealed all across her body or the carving knife she had pocketed from the kitchen that morning. It was funny, actually, speaking of that knife. She noticed that her hand had crept into her back-left pocket where it was hidden without even realizing it. If someone who didn't know any better had noticed - which it seemed Fade thankfully hadn't, as he had been looking the other way at the time - they might have gotten the horrible, horrible misconception that she intended to hurt Fade. But no, she would never do that. She would only have helped him by destroying that mask as completely and utterly as she could, so nothing would be able to hide how he really felt from her. Then nothing would be separating them, and better yet, Fade would even be able to eat the breakfast without its interference.

But, it seemed that such measures wouldn't be necessary. Of course! It was silly to think that she'd need to do something like that. Fade was too nice to do something so rude as to snub the breakfast she had lovingly made him. But still... why wasn't he saying anything? Was something wrong? Had he not heard her? Or had he noticed something? She couldn't have him getting the wrong impression... But if he misunderstood, how could she correct him?

"Good morning," He said at last, his words finally breaking the very tense silence between them. Oh, so that was it. He must not have heard her explanation when she had woken him up! In that case, maybe if she just explained herself again, the situation could still be resolved with a happy ending.

"Good morning," she replied happily. Her voice was quiet, yet excited, as though she was overjoyed merely at being spoken to. "I thought you might like breakfast, so I made you some. Here, eat up!~" Quickly, she held up the tray of food to show him, and, with an eager smile, presented it to him.

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"I thought you might like breakfast, so I made you some. Here, eat up!~" Fade glanced at the food then looked up at her with a small raise of an eyebrow. Well at least his assumption were right, but he was skeptical about the situation. They didn't need to eat anymore, yes? Then why was she giving this to him. Analyzing her expression, he decided to drop his suspicion with a slight shrug, seeing how eager she appeared about it. Slowly, he took the tray from her hand, and laid it on the nearby desk. "..." Peering at his partner, he took the fork, and took a rather big bite of the pancake that still had a hint of warmth. The chocolate melted in his mouth, giving his tongue a tingling sensation, surely to make him happy in the past seeing how it was a delicacy to the poor, but now his taste buds remained bland. This wasent necessary-
However, old habits died hard, so he wouldn't dare waste good food like this. Not caring on what she thought, he took another bite, after another, chewing slowly and maintaining an easy pace. Though he finally decided to take stop, leaving his fork hanging from his mouth lazily. "..." Staring at the food, Fade turned his head tiredly towards Marionette, his face unreadable. And with surprise, he murmured a thanks, before starting on his food again, which in turn almost left an empty plate. '....'
He had to give it to her, she was a good cook for someone who awoke to this place.. Not that he thought it was a useful skill, it was just a rare thing to come by for him. In his past, he never ate anything warm.. So it was a nice change for once, making his expression lighten up a bit, his weary expression slightly gone. 'heh..' Scoffing lightly to himself, he placed his fork down, and got up with the tray in his hand.

Fade needed to drop this off at the kitchen he assumed, besides he needed to head out anyway- He focused on the girl again. Correction "they" needed to head out. They needed to prepare.. Kicking the chair back slightly, he headed towards the door, but as he passed by Marionette, he let his slender hands ruffle her hair in almost an affectionate manner. Which in his eyes was just an act of grabbing her attention, though he wasent going to say that was he? "Let's go." With that soft command, he walked out, keeping pace, knowing that Marionette was capable of catching up. If she wasent, he wasent so sure why she was here in this place anyways. That sounding rude, it was not intended to be so, though he wasent going to explain himself. Adjusting his mask on his face, he took a breath of clean air then dropped the tray near a kitchen table with a clatter, not really caring. Done with one task, he looked over his shoulders, his red eyes scanning for familar white hair of his partner to catch up. Today was training, he guess, with their instructor... Twitch..? Yup that was his roommate. Luckily enough for Fade, which is a first, he seems alright, in a sense that he wont be annoying seeing how they shared a room. Twitch was quiet and he was quiet.. Though he'll have to see a bit longer to decide what to think.

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Marionette watched with nervous anticipation as Fade stared blankly at her for a moment, as though deciding something for himself. Was he going to take it? He wouldn't dare snub her kind offer, would he? She couldn't let that happen. That would mean the failure of her plans. Fade was supposed to be her friend, so that's what he was going to be. There was nothing else to it.

To her joy, the tension was finally broken as, with a slight shrug, her friend-to-be took the tray from her and seated himself, slowly and methodically setting about eating his meal. Marionette clasped her hands together excitedly, watching with mounting joy as Fade took first one bite, then another, soon settling into a slow pace of eating bit by bit, clearing the plate item by item until there was almost nothing left. Marionette's breath caught in her throat, relief and happiness painted plainly on her face. It had worked! He liked it! There had been nothing to worry about all along after all. Of course! Why had she been afraid, anyway? Fade would never be so rude as to reject her offer. She was just about to ask him if he had liked it - she already knew the answer, but she wanted to seem polite, of course - when he stopped, turning to her in his usual blank manner before speaking a brief "thank you," and going back to eating. Marionette smiled happily, and quickly replied.

"O-oh, it's nothing!" She said ecstatically. "I should be thanking you for eating it." Smiling happily as her partner at last finished, rising from his chair, she was just about to say something else - maybe start a conversation, or something similar, when he abruptly walked past her. As she turned to follow him, however, he did something she hadn't expected, filling her heart with elation at the incredible success of her plan to befriend him. Reaching out, he placed a hand on her head, ruffling her hair kindly. She shut her eyes, smiling joyously as he passed by. Even if he said nothing more than "Let's go," she knew. He was happy with her. He was going to be her friend. It had worked! Nodding excitedly, she bounced out of the room right by his side, not falling behind for an instant as they made their way out into the hallways. They visited the kitchen to drop off the used tray of dishes, and then kept on walking somewhere else, but Marionette didn't really care at all about that. She was too busy staring at Fade, her newest, first, and only friend.