HE SAYS "SAVE ME" //o; double joining

[PERSEUS.]

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Perseus is cold on his best days. He was kind of like a reptile in that sense, where he needed to just lay down in a patch of sunlight every day to get him up and moving. Solar-powered, that was the word. He was a solar-powered human being. That has probably caused more than a few problems for Marauder over time. Some kids were made of sugar and spice and everything nice, and Percy... Percy was made of solar power, questions, weird facts about elephants, and a bittersweet sort of innocence that can only last for a few years at most in a world where people care about themselves first. For the most part, at least. He can't remember how many people had walked past him before Marauder. Even trying to flip through those memories some time later left him clueless. There were a lot of them. Did they leave because he looked like he was sitting patiently? Maybe they just didn't care. Thoughts like those are the ones that typically have the child looking confused and kind of hurt, twisting string around his fingers and quirking his mouth in a somber half-frown, and while he's too cold and too tired to be bothering much with expressions like that now, his hands fidget.

It's not really fair that he gets to be back here, safe and kind-of warm when Marauder is freezing, but his protesting hadn't done much when things got cold in the first place. All he can do now is accept the fact that he's not moving from his spot until they got where they were going and hope that the wind would change directions so that his guardian doesn't get too cold. The boy knows that he's tough. Duh, of course he's tough. But it's really cold and kind of wet and he doesn't like the idea of Marauder getting a cold (he's grumpy enough as it is, not that he's ever grumpy towards Perseus). Usually his irritation seems to be with the rest of the world. The two of them were in their own little bubble, and really, he didn't at all mind going wherever he went, even if he liked the place they had been before. In his eyes, Marauder was the coolest person around. Not just because he was tough, and not just because he was the only person who seemed to really care about him, either. (With everyone else he'd met wandering in circles and waiting for his parents to get back, a little nod to the inevitable "are you alright" was usually enough to make them head on their own way again. But Marauder had stayed.)

He'd spent almost as much time with Marauder as without in this world, and while he still remembers his parents' faces and voices, he doesn't look back for them anymore. He doesn't get antsy about the fact that he didn't stay in the same place that he lost them, just in case that they retraced their steps and found them. While Perseus has yet to understand exactly what happened with them, he's not too sad anymore. Not in this exact moment. He shifts so that his cheek is pressed into Marauder's shoulder and tucks his shoulders up against the remnants of wind that whip around his giant shield. It's not fair to even think about being cold right now, so the boy simply nods his head sluggishly against his shoulder and hopes that he can feel it a little bit. "Do you think they're gonna have dogs?" He can't be in too bad of a place, if he's asking questions.

[spoiler=LONELINESS IS OVER; DARKNESS IS THROUGH | 01/27/2017]‣ Perseus / Perc [Perce] or Percy / Cis? Trans? Male / He/Him Pronouns
‣ Child of Flintlock Lodge / ½ Mars [FAMTP] Goes where Marauder goes.
  ‣ Even if he's not technically allowed, he will follow him or whine sadly.
‣ Birthday and Accurate Age Unknown / Developmentally Five Years Old

‣ A tiny, young child. About 40" tall, and pretty skinny for his age. Short, dark brown hair and warm brown eyes. Generally pale and looks pretty tired for a five year old, with a smattering of freckles across his face. While he'll grow to hate those later, for now the boy is relatively content with his body, as he doesn't know how to hate anything about himself. He can always be found in jeans, ratty sneakers, and a slightly oversized sunshine yellow hoodie. It has pale blue trim around the hood, as well as a blue rabbit on his left shoulder and his name down the same sleeve. Usually has a bunch of unfinished friendship bracelets in his pockets or loosely tied around his wrists.

‣ Basically a huge fucking sweetheart. Gentle and naive and mostly trustworthy. He likes everyone he meets but seems to have a preference for people who act like Marauder. In other words, grumpy assholes. He keeps talking to people no matter how they react, and has a tendency to ask questions no matter what. Inquisitive, curious, and kind. Listens to Marauder first no matter what. Is slowly learning that the world is not a very great place but still wants to see the best in anyone around him. Mostly he's just sweet and gentle. Very forgiving. Still, he wants to be as tough as he can be and won't admit that he's scared. Relatively demanding and needy, and somehow cute about it. It's not all sunshine and daisies, though. He's incredibly impressionable, very proud, and can be very stubborn and argumentative at times.

[ALLOY]

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It wasn't like Marauder minded all the many questions that never seemed to have a foreseeable end, or the many tidbits about elephants that would really only save him if he were kidnapped by a loxodontaphile, or whatever the hell elephant lovers were called. He was ten times better as a kid than Marauder was- he hadn't been much different as a kid than he was now, though he wasn't as sharp around the edges. He'd picked fights with anyone who managed to piss him off, and he didn't always think before he acted; he almost died once because of it, and so inquisitiveness, curiosity, and a teetering innocence were traits he'd take any day over himself. Marauder didn't think he was very capable of dealing with children who weren't Perseus, truth be told. It wasn't that he disliked them, but Perseus was...easier, no matter how often he frustrated Marauder when he too quickly befriended strangers or tried to give him that smile to get whatever it was he wanted (he succeeded, usually, which was why it bothered him so much). Perseus was a sweetheart, and he didn't really deserve him, but neither did anyone else, so until Perseus got sick of him and left, he was stuck with this particular grumpy asshole. Marauder didn't let go very smoothly, or effortlessly, of anything that had the shit luck to fall under his attention.

Nobody who ever met him walked away without bruises at least.

It didn't seem to matter how hard he worked at the opposite of that. Maybe at the moment something was actually becoming of his attempts; as long as Perseus wasn't too cold, then that had to mean he was doing something right here, even if it meant he had to forego some feeling in his face and hands. And legs, but he was fine. If Perseus was holding up all right, then so was he; he wouldn't really allow himself anything else, though that wasn't stopping him from getting pissy about the weather mentally. He figured he could be excused for that- unless they were someone born and raised in the cold, nobody could find this temperature comfortable. Anyway, yeah, he was somewhat confident they'd both get out of this well, if a little sniffly from whatever they could end up catching wandering around in the freezing wetness like this. They usually managed to pull through, and that was...the most hope he'd actually summoned for people before, but it was just Percy. The kid was an exception to so many things: Marauder's walls of detachment, his social life (or lack thereof), the staggering list of people who couldn't forgive him and vice versa.

And he'd done it before he'd even spoken to Marauder. He was a freckled kid just sitting on the side of the street in a small trading town, the occasional person stopping to speak to him, but they all moved on. He'd been a toddler then, hadn't he? This scrawny rag of a thing waiting on people Marauder knew weren't coming, and something about that was too familiar, too close to home, and he couldn't leave the kid alone to curl up with a dog as his only company. Who knew how long he would wait before he knew? At that age, kids' faith in other people...Well, Perseus would have been sitting there a long time. So he took him in, more coals added to the constant fire in his chest that rose with every new ugly fact life threw at him, and the rest was history. Now they were making their way through this frozen hellhole, towards what Marauder came close to praying was civilization. He felt Percy's nod against his shoulder, though it wasn't until he spoke that some of the tension drained from his back. "Maybe they will. If they don't, I'm sure one will turn up eventually." Ugh, his nostrils felt frozen. "Fucking- fuck you snow," Marauder muttered, nearly tripping as his foot caught on a hidden stone, only staying upright due to sheer willpower.

"Hey! Anyone alive out here?" Could he see some kind of structure in the distance? Maybe it was just a winter mirage.
[spoiler=info (1/28)]GENERAL
-Marauder | Real name: Francis Maddox (never revealed) | 22 years old | Flintlock Lodge
-Pansexual | Single; is not interested in mingling | ½ Mars (famtp w/ Perseus)

PHYSICALITY
-Hair is styled like this and dyed black; originally ginger | Faint freckles line his cheekbones
-Very broad-shouldered and well-built | Heavily scarred; lashes on back are most prominent
-Dark, deep blue eyes | Wears a worn leather jacket that has been mended several times
-May switch leather out for a red hoodie | Wears a red, black, and white friendship bracelet
-Strapped with a variety of knives (Karambit, BW-ACK, M-9 Bayonet[one on each leg])
-Stands at around 6'1 | Will use his height to his advantage if possible for intimidation

PERSONALITY
-Will do anything for Perseus; is generally a pushover and incredibly gentle with him
-Kind of a dick ("kind of") | Has an aggressive temperament and a hair-trigger temper
-Viciously loyal to those he cares for | Typically difficult to befriend due to standoffishness
-Highly self-loathing and prone to self-sabotage | Experiences every emotion very deeply
-Dealing with possible abandonment issues | Always toeing the line between right and wrong

[CASSIAN.]

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[size=10pt][color=black]/rip this is not good lmao

Kicking through the snow, from a distance — he probably just looked like a darker shroud. As he was, naturally, bundled in worn jackets — as it was only natural for someone who evidently lived in what they called... the Flintlock Lodge. His face even heavily masked in order to keep himself from catching any type of frostbite — because yes, there was such thing as face frostbite. It was shitty. The only thing that actually was showing itself to the naked eye were thick curls of darker brown hair on top of head. He was missing a hat, but it didn't seem to matter. Non-transparent ski goggles were strapped to his face, some type of mask hung around his neck and face — parts of it frozen. What had the skinny kid even been doing out in the cold? Cassian, originally — had been looking for supplies. Anything. He didn't want to call them desperate, but with the recent attack from the Badlands — they'd been running low on almost everything. He was normally the one to try and keep a hopeful attitude, add a sarcastic comment here and there — but lately, the brunette had been growing tense. Maybe worried.

Cassian would be lying if he said that the shapes in front of him hadn't caused him to jump. As after all, no one had come with him on this 'smaller' supply run. The only weapon he had on him was a dull knife. As for his fist? Yeah, no. His arm was likely to shatter if he tried to throw a punch. He was stopping for a while, shifting the weight of his backpack around so that it lied more comfortable on his back. Cass was hesitant standing in the snow, unsure on whether to investigate or... or what? The kid found himself trotting forwards then, maneuvering through thick snow. As he neared, the member of Flintlock almost thought he heard more than just one voice. There was someone older, and then... a younger. Did this guy have a kid with him? A look of concern was spreading over Cassian's face, but it was impossible to tell with how everything was covered. Underneath non-transparent ski goggles, his pale blue eyes were switching back and forth as he tried to make out... the two?

"Hey! Anyone alive out here?" The voice was clear to him now. Were they joiners? Seemed like it. Eventually, Cass was slowly to a walk — stopping somewhere in front of them, eying the man's lack of clothing for this type of weather. He was huffing through the mask upon his face, creating some sort of distorted fog in front of him as it seeped through the black cloth. "Barely." Came some sort of joking reply, underneath his mask there was a smaller grin. One of kindness. The nineteen year old was moving his gloves to push the goggles down so they rested around his neck, in the process he was also pulling down the mask. He was moving to rub his eyes with his gloves then, trying to blink away the way they watered at the sudden blast of icy wind. Now, though, the smaller grin was visible — along with his naturally tanned face and gray-blue optics. They were kind, yet at the same time — there was almost always something underneath them. Concern maybe? Hidden underneath a sarcastic-look of someone who was young. Maybe a look of someone who'd seen enough in this wretched world. It was hard to tell, and Cassian purposefully made it that way. He was peering towards the lump upon the man's back with a furrowing of his brows.

"Looks like you've got an awful heavy backpack, or is that an actual someone?" He was squinting, but it was almost impossible to tell. The younger man was pausing for a while, before picking up his voice again. "Name's Cassian, but Cass is fine. You two looking for some temporary shelter or to join us?" He was shifting his own worn-down backpack around, knowing well it held another blanket — but he wasn't about to just hand it over. "Flintlock Lodge." It was best for him to clarify. The less time they spent talking to each other out here, the better. Even for someone who'd lived within the group for a while, it was more than just cold.

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GENERAL:
★ Cassian Flynn | Cass or Cas
★ Bisexual, though he's closeted.
★ Single | ½ of none.
★ Son of — NPC x Kali Flynn (missing).
★ 19 YRS. | May 2nd
★ Member of Flintlock Ridge.

PERSONALITY:
★ Naive, trusting, idealistic.
★ Assertive, daring, suspicious, outspoken.
★ Takes initiative, his morals are in the right place.
★ Independent, self-reliant.
★ Sarcastic, borderline smug, this kid just can't stop grinning.
★ Trustworthy, misjudged, enjoys offering his service.
★ Perhaps rebellious, rash, foolish.
★ Very dreamy, impractical.

PHYSICAL:
★ HUMAN | HEALTH: 92%
— This kid is too thin, no doubt. He's not necessarily an overly tall bean-pole, but just somewhere above average height. Maybe around 5'10-5’11. There's not a lot of muscle on him either, he's not built for fighting fist-to-fist so-say. Though, his weight and height helps him in being more agile. For facial-features and how those appear, refer to faceclaim.
— His eyes are a grayish & pale blue color. His skin is tanned, though not because he's spent time out in the sun... it's more from his ethnicity - his family tracing back to many different parts of the world. His hair is thick and a darker brown, curling on top of his head yet cut short. Most of the time it looks more scruffy than anything, but that's just his genes.
— Slight, slight accent - perhaps can be made out by some as an accent from someone who's from New Orleans. The accent of those from New Orleans is very subtle, if anything - yet in some of the things Cassian says, it'll show itself.

INTERACTION:
★ Probably average physically & hard mentally.
★ Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
★ Attack in BLACK and BOLD.
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[ALLOY]

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/please wait for Rev/Aureate to post with Perseus!

It was cold as fuck and the only warmth Marauder had was the living heater attached to his back. The wind was blowing against Marauder from the front, instead of the rear, which was both a blessing and a curse because on the one hand, Perseus wasn't as likely to freeze, but on the other hand, Marauder was the source of transportation here. So this was a bitch of an environment, and a beach sounded damn near perfect right now, but he wasn't going to complain. Not aloud, where Percy could hear him; he needed to devote more of his energy to walking, not running his mouth, and getting silently pissed off at the weather was the best fuel he had at this point, aside from needing to get Percy to the warmest place as quickly as possible. It was a good thing he was literally strapped to Marauder's back- it meant he didn't have to hold on, which let him keep his hands in his pockets. One of them needed to be warm, and after he'd sacrificed his leather jacket to Percy -not without the kid protesting, of course- it sure as hell wasn't going to be Marauder. Truth be told he'd lost feeling in his face a while back, but that was fine. This was fine. He'd had worse, right? He wasn't about to be cowed by some low temperatures and snow.

He should have planned this better, but he'd never really had a plan beyond "keep Percy safe." What a great job he was doing at that right now, walking them both into frozen terrain. He didn't like hoping, with the many times that he let himself down doing it, but he hoped that whoever he found out here would be less shitty than some of the people Marauder ran with before. Percy never complained about how often they'd been on the move, but the kid had to want something more permanent than that. He deserved an actual place to call a home, and Marauder was damn near desperate to give it to him, not that he'd ever freely admit it. Marauder hadn't grown up in a stable place, and look how he turned out. The last thing he wanted Perseus to become was a version of himself, which- wasn't that a normal thing to want? For a parent to want? Hell if he knew. He wouldn't call himself much of a father. Did he want to be?

Fuck, he couldn't think about that right now. Shielding his face with a hand, Marauder inhaled, and his lungs ached with the cold air that crawled inside. Still, he continued on, trudging through the snow, jeans soaked through and his legs feeling less and less present the longer he walked. "You holding up okay back there?" Percy was probably cold. No, he was definitely cold, because unless Marauder had him submerged in thick blankets until he resembled a meatball more than a person, there was no way he didn't feel the temperature's bite.
[spoiler=info (1/28)]GENERAL
-Marauder | Real name: Francis Maddox (never revealed) | 22 years old | Flintlock Lodge
-Pansexual | Single; is not interested in mingling | ½ Mars (famtp w/ Perseus)

PHYSICALITY
-Hair is styled like this and dyed black; originally ginger | Faint freckles line his cheekbones
-Very broad-shouldered and well-built | Heavily scarred; lashes on back are most prominent
-Dark, deep blue eyes | Wears a worn leather jacket that has been mended several times
-May switch leather out for a red hoodie | Wears a red, black, and white friendship bracelet
-Strapped with a variety of knives (Karambit, BW-ACK, M-9 Bayonet[one on each leg])
-Stands at around 6'1 | Will use his height to his advantage if possible for intimidation

PERSONALITY
-Will do anything for Perseus; is generally a pushover and incredibly gentle with him
-Kind of a dick ("kind of") | Has an aggressive temperament and a hair-trigger temper
-Viciously loyal to those he cares for | Typically difficult to befriend due to standoffishness
-Highly self-loathing and prone to self-sabotage | Experiences every emotion very deeply
-Dealing with possible abandonment issues | Always toeing the line between right and wrong