The Neonate of Snow(Open)

"Who might you be?" Marschal inquired in a low, animalistic rumble, appearing beside Suzuran from the shadows. His red eyes watched the white-haired woman, bulky arms crossed over his muscular chest, waiting for an answer. The half-breed flicked his ears forward, face expressionless, knowing full well that she would be here to join the guild. Why else would she have walked straight into the guild hall without saying anything to the rest of them, but staring wildly? He was also the first to greet her, though it wasn't much of a greeting with the way he had appeared from point blank and spoke lowly.

Once again, he had forgotten to introduce himself as well, and dropped his arms to his sides, taking a slight bow. "I'm Marschal Leigh," the mage spoke in his normal, non-intimidating voice, straightening himself back to his natural height of 6'5".

He looked to Magna, but shook his head in response to the question thrown at Suzuran and himself. He wasn't interested in eating. "I have no interesting in divulging in food and drink," the man stated in a solemn tone, looking back to Suzuran. As tempting as the offer was, he just wasn't all that hungry, and trying to eat when he wasn't interested would be hard. So, his attention was back on Suzuran as she noticed the orange monkey tail uncurling from Magna's waist. It probably wasn't much of a good idea to touch his tail either, as Marschal was well aware of what it was like to have his ears touched without permission. Yet, he didn't budge to stop the girl from touching Magna's tail, but rather, decided to watch and see what would happen. Marschal stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jeans and smiled briefly to see what would be the outcome.

His eyes would dart quickly toward Elyx, noting how the Ace looked bored and deciding between sticking where he was or joining them. Preferably, he would not join, as Marschal did not like Elyx, but it wasn't like he could stop him from coming around to say hi. Marschy looked away from Elyx and was about to say something to Magna and Suzuran, but the appearance of his half sister distracted him. Eyes narrowing, the half-breed observed Izayuki making strange faces as she came over to the trio. At first, Marschal thought nothing of it and returned back to watching Suzuran, but movement out of the corner of his eye caught him off guard. Glancing back at his sister, the mage would notice the black ice katana form from her hands and Iza rushing at the newcomer. Without thinking, he moved in the way of Izayuki's path and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her away from Suzuran.

"What the hell do you think you're doing, Iza?" Marschy demanded of her, keeping her locked in a tight grip. Despite how weak he was in the magic department, his bulky figure was set that he could have an iron grip if he wanted. With muscles bulging, he would try to tame Iza and force her to drop the sword from her grip to not attack. "You know better than to attack a new member of the guild, Izayuki. Why are you all of sudden acting this way?" This was completely unlike his sister, and yet, here she was trying to rip the life from this unfamiliar woman. He bared his fangs and kept his grip locked, ears flattened against his head and hoping someone would helping him out.
His red, demonic eyes would shift between Magna and Elyx, as if asking for either one of them to come to Suzuran's rescue.

"What the hell would you have done if Kakuma had seen this? Do you think you go unpunished for such treatment toward a new member?" Marschal continue to scold Iza. His teeth were gritted together, but he would not let the girl go until he knew, for a fact, that she would not attack. She was acting as if she was possessed, and for once, Marschal wasn't entirely sure what the hell was going on anymore. "Elyx, come tame your disciple," he called to the Ace, offering for him to come take Izayuki. He wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to keep the grip going without losing some sort of strength in the process. Besides, Iza could have been a lot stronger than he was and would've broken out by now, then she would be their issue. It wasn't like he would use a spell on her, he had more common sense than that, and besides, he didn't have any trapping spells that didn't deal damage.

"Fucking hell," he grumbled, muscles straining against Izayuki and hoping to keep her back just a little longer. "I don't know why I'm doing this."

Marschal let go of Izayuki as she yanked herself from his grasp, frowning at his unbeknownst half-sister's choice of action. He would have gone after her again, but it was when Aether appeared that Marschal stayed in his respective place. His face dropped to an emotionless expression and he crossed his arms over his chest, staring at the tanuki child. It had been her complete choice to attack a new member of the guild, and as such, she would be punished so. Marschy tapped his clawed fingers against the leather of his jacket, the light sound resonating in the silence. The mage merely tsked at the shapeshifter, shaking his head slightly before turning away and sitting down at a table. It was only when he sat down, with his back to the table's top, that he would turn his attention to Aether and Anima.

"Don't hurt Izayuki, understood? I'll see to it that I slaughter you, myself, whether I'm lower ranked or not," he stated in a solemn, aloof tone. He looked down to his claws, clicking them together as he showed no more interest in continuing the conversation. While Izayuki was suspended in the air, he figured that there would be a little peace and quiet before things got out of hand again.

"Oh, and Magna... a prefer my meat raw..." Marschy finally responded to the cook. He ran his tongue over his lips, as if the thought of the bloody meat was the most delicious thing in the world. As if Magna would just toss him raw meat while he was making pancakes; it'd probably ruin the taste or something.

With the raw meat in front of him, Marschal had started to dig into it, tearing at the muscle with a savage hunger. All else had been forgotten momentarily, his mind only focused on that which was the bloody meat clasped in his claws. His teeth pulled at the strands that ripped apart with enough force, and he would gulp the piece down in one bit. Then the words of Izayuki reached his ears and he scoffed under his breath, rolling his eyes some as he bit into the meat. He would spin back around, so that he straddled the bench and looked at her with disdain in his eyes. Setting his bloody piece of meat down and standing to his feet, he wiped his fingers on his pants before running over to Suzuran. At which point, the mage would stand in front of the doors of Black Rose, intentionally locking any exit from the building.

"Look, pretty kitty," the mage catcalled Suzuran, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the doors. "Izayuki isn't going to kill you while you're under our watch; we do not allow for guild members to kill each other. Understand that. She will have some form of punishment once I get this up to Kakuma because I'm not letting her get away with it." His red eyes would dart toward Aether, shaking his head in disappointment as the god slayer said it was fine to kill her.

"How about we all get to be some good friends here, hm? Sit down, talk it out... I bet it's all one, big misunderstanding..." Marschal cocked an eyebrow and would aim to grab the wrist of Suzuran to drag her along back to the others. "There's some delicious pancakes made by Magna; I'm certain he would feel upset if none of you at least tried some. I would find it to be thoroughly rude if a host offered me something, and as a guest, I ran out on him. What do you say, hm?"

Licking the tips of his fingers, Marschal would make his way back to his seat, either with or without Suzuran behind him. With Suzuran, he would plop her down comfortably in his lap while he sat on the bench, and stare Izayuki traitorously in the eye. If not, then he would be relaxing there with his arms thrown back behind him to hold the rest of his upper weight.

Marschal would pick at the raw meat from his plate, with Suzuran still sitting stiff on his lap, and quietly eat it. His red eyes would calmly watch as Magna poisoned Izayuki with some sort of technique called "King's Sleep." The idea slipped from his head, but he would continue to watch as his half-sister would try to attack Magna next. After a while though, the man could tell that she was starting to tire out, and soon enough, she had fallen to the ground. What surprised him the most was how Izayuki had willingly shifted into her true form, where she had wanted to keep it secret. Plopping a piece of raw meat into his mouth, the mage would wipe his wet fingers on his jeans, then pat one of Suzuran's legs.

"All right, Pretty Kitty," Marschy stated, heaving out a sigh before continuing, "time for you to get back on your feet."

With that being said, the mage would push Suzuran off his lap and stand to his feet, dusting himself off of crumbs and juice. He calmly walked over to the fell Izayuki and would pick her up into his arms, holding her safe there for the time being. "I think that she's done enough for once, letting her rest for now would be the best, and we'll see how she acts when she's conscious again. Oh, and let's not speak of this..." Marschal would motion slightly the silver tanuki in his arms for the others. He doubted that Iza would want to talk about this, especially after she had just attacked Suzuran for some reason.

His eyes would dart toward Suzuran afterward, giving an apologetic half-smirk for the way his guildmates had attacked. "I hope that this doesn't stop you from joining Black Rose; she isn't like this naturally... I don't know why she tried attacking you." Perhaps it would be for the best if she decided not to stay, and Marschal couldn't blame her if she didn't want to.