[With news of the ghosts of their department comrades, things were starting to look up. They had help from the other side, Mordecai remembered he had the power to resurrect the dead. This week's memory only cemented that he was capable of more than he imagined, and as Cactoid Jim told him, the universe was his place, and it was his responsibly to see that there was no more trouble in it.
That meant looking after everyone trapped in the Academy, Marty included. Mordecai had grown fond of the poor boy during the past few weeks. First bonding over worrying what may happen to them, then chatting about their lives back home. But the events that transpired were taking a visible toll on Marty, and Logan's death only made matters worse.
Mordecai was cleaning up in the dining hall late at night when he heard someone go by. With no motive this week - unless someone here particularly hated chickens - there wasn't a real reason to be afraid of everyone anymore. Besides, it was Marty. He looked like he needed someone to talk to again.
With one last inspection of the table, Mordecai calmly walks to the stairs and looked up, seeing Marty exit on the fourth floor. Of course. The bar. He already got drunk once, but that was only because Youko bent her rules. Mordecai's not letting him develop a bad habit.
His footsteps make no noise on the carpeted floors as he approached the bar room. He knocks on the door frame a few times to announce his presence.]
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That meant looking after everyone trapped in the Academy, Marty included. Mordecai had grown fond of the poor boy during the past few weeks. First bonding over worrying what may happen to them, then chatting about their lives back home. But the events that transpired were taking a visible toll on Marty, and Logan's death only made matters worse.
Mordecai was cleaning up in the dining hall late at night when he heard someone go by. With no motive this week - unless someone here particularly hated chickens - there wasn't a real reason to be afraid of everyone anymore. Besides, it was Marty. He looked like he needed someone to talk to again.
With one last inspection of the table, Mordecai calmly walks to the stairs and looked up, seeing Marty exit on the fourth floor. Of course. The bar. He already got drunk once, but that was only because Youko bent her rules. Mordecai's not letting him develop a bad habit.
His footsteps make no noise on the carpeted floors as he approached the bar room. He knocks on the door frame a few times to announce his presence.]