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by Slarvainian. . 4 reads.

Magavale RP Backstory

Marlo Quincey let the soft waves splash in between his toes. He looked out at his young sun splashing in the morning rays of the ocean. His dog, Wolfieloofie (his sons’ choice), sat behind him just out of reach of the water. His mother-in-law often mocked over the dog’s inability to swim.

“Just throw him in!” she would nag, “if it had any use it’ll learn. What good is a dog surrounded by the ocean if it can’t swim?”

“Many dogs in Magavale can’t swim, Valetta.” Marlo would respond.

His mother-in-law would croak in disgust, “You’re like a cuck. A cuck to your dog.” Then she would get up from the table or her chair in the living room and go angrily do some dishes.

“At least she’s just yelling about the dog.” His wife would say.

Marlo was a field agent with the Magavale oceanography department. He was a layman that did scientist work. Nothing complicated. He mostly helped map reefs and collect samples. Sometimes he’d test the samples with the resident Dr.

He loved the ocean. It’s why he had bought a house by the ocean and could then go out every morning just to look at it while he had his coffee. It’s also why he saw that strange blondish bulb-like body come out of the ocean.

“Dad look!” his son had yelled.

Marlo peered out curiously at the shape. He wondered if it was a seal. “Better come out Max. Now please.”

His son obeyed and headed quickly towards the shore. His father had always taught him to fear the Ocean.

The seal continued to approach and it appeared to take on a more human-likeness. “Must be an old seal. Rabid probably.” He had thought. But as the thing got closer and closer, it became more and more like a human.

“Wow. That’s the fattest otter I’ve ever seen.” Marvelled Max.

Marlo almost had to agree. The matted patch of bleached hair did resemble that of an otter’s wet matted head. That thing though was indeed a human, just an oddly proportioned one. As it got closer, Marlo noticed that the person was in the nude. He was also making fast progress towards the shore.

“Max. Go inside and stay in your room till I come get you.” He ordered his son, wanting to save his innocence.

“But Dad!” Max protested, his eyes darted back and forth to the water. He knew this was an exciting event and wanted to see it unfold.

“Now! Fear the Ocean! He yelled and Max took off running towards the house. Marlo turned and waited for the person to get ashore. Wolfieloofie had lazily risen to his burgundy feet, his tongue wagging playfully.

The person, who Marlo was now sure was a man, emerged from the Ocean finally. His feet slaped against the flooded sand. Marlo was thankful that the mans large and oddly proportioned mass blocked out any crude objects. He almost looked like Mort Dimpson on The Dimpson’s whenever he was shown naked on the TV.

“Can I help you?” Marlo finally asked when he was sure the man was in earshot.

The man gasped as he spoke, “Are you my contact?”

“What? I’m sorry.” Marlo responded confused. The man continued to approach him.

“My contact. The Shemikians said I would have a contact who would help me from there. F*****rs I don’t even know where I am!” he exclaimed, “They even took my clothes. Said Gross had bugged them. I can’t take chances.”

“Uh, sir, can I call someone for you? A family member?” Marlo asked.

“F**k that must be the code.” The man said. “Sorry. There wasn’t really time for a briefing. They just said they had to shove me out then and there. Ya I can call someone.” By this point rather older gentlemen was right next to him and he suddenly yanked Marlo’s coffee mug out of his hand. He took a big swig before spitting the contents to the ground. “This isn’t Diet Cola. I see they didn’t get much time to brief you either. We have a lot of work to do then. Take me to the safehouse.” The man commanded.

“Excuse me sir, I can see there’s something wrong here, but you need to calm down.” Marlo tried to assert.

“Are you acting ignorant on purpose? Oh no, are we under Surveillance?” The man asked concerned, “Gross knows I’m here already? Quick, point me in the right direction and I’ll make it look like I forced you.” And then the man suddenly grabbed Marlo in a bear hug, pulling on him down towards the ground.

“Get off of me you lunatic!” Marlo screamed.

“That’s great.” The man said, “Oh I love wrestling.”

The two men struggled on the beach and Wolfieloosie bounced around them playfully.

Marlo retched in disgust, “Ok, Ok! I’ll take you to my house. Just get off me!” he screamed. After a moment the naked man let go of Marlo from his slick grasp. Marlo wiped his sleeve across his face and reluctantly led the man up the path towards his home. Once inside, Marlo told the man to sit down at his kitchen table and that he would try and get him some clothes. It was Saturday morning, so his wife and mother-in-law usually took the liberty to sleep in. He had sometime before they were also put into this predicament. He raided the laundry, so he didn’t risk disturbing his family in their rooms. All he could find that might fit that man was a pair of his sweatpants and one of Valetta’s sweaters. The material of the sweater was a bit stretchy, so it might squeeze over the man. He grabbed a towel from the linen closet as well.

As entered back into the Kitchen the man exclaimed, “Ah! The local garb!”

Marlo placed the clothes and towel on the table and the man dried down and then attempted to put the clothes on. The sweater fit over tightly but the sweatpants were a size too small. When he sat back down his stomach and upper behind bulged out of the clothes. The man had raided the recycling for yesterday’s paper. “Your name?” He asked as he flipped through the paper.

“Marlo? And your’s?”

“Sepsis.”

“Sorry?”

“Sepsis. My name is Sepsis.”

“Oh… Can I get you some water?” Marlo asked. He was going to give the man sometime to maybe get their bearings back.

“Diet Cola.” The man demanded.

“I don’t have any. Water? Coffee?”

“I don’t drink coffee and after being in… that, I don’t want to think about water.”

Marlo stayed quiet.

“You know Marlo. I’m starting to think that maybe you aren’t my contact. That you’re actually a random civilian that found me crawling to the shore. It would explain things.”

Marlo shook his head in disbelief, “Sir, I think I’m going to call the police now.”

“You could, Marlo. Or, you could make a lot of money.”

“Sir, I’m not doing this. I’ve had enough now and I’m calling the police.”

“Ok, Ok. One thing though. You asked me if there was someone who could be called. There is. How about just give me that one piece of help that you offered. After that, I’ll even call the Police.”

Marlo paused, “Ok.” He finally said. He pointed to an old-style rotary phone on the wall. “One call.”

Sepsis got up and went over to the phone. Sepsis began punching in the extension for an international call.

“Hey International? That’s going to cost me a fortune!” Marlo exclaimed.

One call.” Sepsis repeated to him, a hand raised. “Hello.” Sepsis finally said into the phone. Marlo couldn’t hear the person on the other end. Sepsis then repeated a combination of numbers before he explained how he had washed up on a foreign shore and had met Marlo who he now needed help from. “I’ll put him on.” Sepsis eventually said and then passed the receiver over to Marlo.

“Hello?” Marlo said.

“Hi Marlo.” Came a nice voice on the other end, “thank you for helping out my friend. His name is Ronald. I’m sorry for his intensity. He has good reason I assure you though. Marlo can you tell me your last name?”

“Quincey.” He spoke before thinking and regretted it instantly. There was a long pause on the other end of the phone. Marlo was about to hang-up in frustration, but the voice came back and proceeded to give Marlo his correct address which he was asked to confirm. “Uh that’s it.” He said, shivers going through his body. He was afraid. The voice then listed off several other aspects of hid personal identity, all which Marlo confirmed.

“Fifty-thousand Magavale dollars has been wired to your personal savings account that you share with Valyria Quincey. Thank you for helping Ronald. I hope you’ll continue to.” The voice said. The line then went dead.

Marlo hanged up the phone. “Fifty-thousand.” Marlo uttered breathlessly. That was two and a half years of salary. He couldn’t believe it. “You’re not fooling me with damned tricks.” He leered at Sepsis.

Sepsis calmly picked the phone off the hook and held it back towards Marlo, “Call your bank then, Marlo.”

Slarvainian

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