Edmund Markus Bales's Story

Edmund Markus Bales
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A stout, older woman, was seen shifting through a filing cabinet with a practiced air, in the backroom of a Day-Care center for the college student's children and surrounding community's kids; busy with her work, that she didn't hear the steady tread of a young man entering and stopping short of an arm's reach behind her. He was dark of hair and eye, and his fair complexion had a healthy glow to it even in the dimmed lighting. He was quiet, purposeful, and had an unnatural stillness few his age could ever match. He had flecks of dried yellow and blue paint speckled on his fingers, and hand/finger-print's of the same colors gripped around his wrist and fore-arms, the evidence of a busy morning and Markus's unworldly patience.

"Miss, I'm free to go to class now?" A conga line of shivers ran across the elder care-taker's shoulders and down her spine, and Markus may have felt down right apologetic if his employer hadn't asked him to be up front today to collect the children from their parents dropping them off before work or school - and no less than two people had complained to their significant other as they were leaving, in perfect earshot for even an ordinary mundane human to have heard, that they were leaving their kid in the hands of one of those serial killers that was apart of one of those scary gangs. But he guess he couldn't blame them either, humans were naturally frightened of hybrids like him; and children's forgiveness only lasted for a time, before they grew up and became like the rest.

"Yes, Thank you. I'll see you later. Goodbye." The matron resumed her usual tact, rough but proper, as she dismissed her youthful employee. But was unwilling to raise her eyes from the filing cabinet she was currently sorting to make sure he had heard her, all though she needn't have bothered anyway. Markus took his leave after her response and picked up this week's paycheck off the counter, before departing out the door to the spare closet to grab his back-pack and make his way to the cafeteria to meet the others for an early lunch before classes.

Markus has just sat down at the table the young werewolf's of the Foalan pack had claimed for lunch, with a green apple in hand and mildly, exasperated greetings to all. It would likely be no different a day than the next, you'd think... "The Foalan pack will be joining the Bleddyn pack. The date is scheduled for two weeks from tomorrow." He quite nearly choked on the piece of an apple he'd just taken a bite of as he jolted in surprised attention to the words Elle had just spoken. To be completely fair, he was fairly tired from a late night out on patrol and rising early for the morning shift before his classes started that day at the DayCare center on the college campus; but, he didn't think he'd become that hard of hearing yet?

With a painful swallow, he glanced up with widened eyes that quickly narrowed as they met with unnerving intensity to his Alpha that he'd heard her correctly, and nor was Elle pulling their tails metaphorically. It wasn't a frightening aspect per say joining the other pack, but certainly not a preferable action by any means. They'd live apart for generations well enough, why join now? Good grief... "The pack leaders and elders decide this?" Markus questioned, lightly. He already knew the obvious answer, but in keeping his calm and hopefully the others had themselves under wraps as well - especially in the midst of the human beings living out their mundane lives around them, a furry accident would be unnecessary and not to mention messy. Plus it was always better to have more information of the issue at hand, and save the need of getting worked up about it to get it - and would likely keep everyone much calmer, even if flabbergasted and in general upset.

Edmund Markus Bales
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"Of course they are. It was probably their idea to begin with. Right, Elle?"

Markus returned Johnny's stare as he returned a comment for a brief moment. Not in a way designed to be particularly rude, but in an unabashed, piercing, inquisitive way that made you wonder if you have food on your face or your shirt is tucked into your underpants. He had a quick mind and had already assumed as much, if, however, hiding quite well how bothered he was that he hadn't heard something about this earlier from his elderly parents. At the very least, a bonus to the situation, everyone seemed to be holding themselves together well enough at the sound of the news - a few soft growls of mutual agreement shared, wouldn't be of much notice to the fur-less mundanes.

He waited patiently for Elle's response, without a returned glance in Johnny's direction again when he got up from his seated position at their table and walked away without another word. Growing up the years' with both Foalan children, he knew the young Beta male enough that it would be best the let the news sink in to him before he would want to hear anymore of it for now.