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OOC: tol-face plz +7
The first thought in his head as soon as he woke up was Anatoliy Russo. His half brother. It'd been some time since he had seen his brother, and he hadn't really been close to the man anyways, but he did want to go back and see the man, just to know if he was okay and whatnot. Mars had gotten himself nice and warm, and he had been getting ready to leave the house after grabbing some dried meat he had and put it into his bag and he slung his bag over his shoulder and then he looked around one last time to see if he was forgetting anything. He looked at the counter and there was his sunglasses. A rather smug smile found its spot on his face, he had picked up those sunglasses that he seemed to had abandoned for awhile now. He pushed them over his steel eyes and he had walked out of the door to his house. Vox had been grazing outside, Mars never having taken him to the stables to lock him away for the night. Mars whistled for the steed, for he had been on the side, and the equine would respond to the sound of his master's whistle by quickly trotting to the front to where he had approached the wolven and took the man's leather jacket in his teeth in a greeting to the man. Mars greeted the horse with a pet on the head and then a hug. We're going to visit Anatoliy in the Court today. You ready for an adventure, Vox? the man asked his horse, who flicked an ear and gave a soft nicker. Mars could only guess it was of approval.
Mars looked back once more through his shades and he had realized, duh, he forgot his guitar! Mars shook his head lightly before he had run back into the house and grabbed his white painted guitar. He slung that over his other shoulder before he had left the house for a second time and he quickly got up on Vox's back and he had started to head out of the territory. He didn't tell anyone where he was going, simply because he didn't care to let anyone know where he was going, especially not Krystalle, nor Orin. Mars was still secretive to both of them, even though they both knew Bartholomew apparently. Krystalle had met Bartholomew before she had met Mars, so she was technically Bart's friend, not his, but Orin was Mars' friend, and Bartholomew apparently talked to her for an extended period of time. Mars could only wish that he could remember what Bart remembered, only because then Mars would not be two people anymore. He would be one, whole complete person. That would be ideal for Mars, but he was well aware of Bartholomew's existence, now he'd show up more because of Krystalle. Her being here made him have little chance of becoming a whole person. It wasn't ideal for Mars. Not at all.
Mars had eight hours to think about random stuff as he had rode along to the Court. He'd been lucky that he had been in control for this long. He could only hope that fr the duration of the stay with Anatoliy, Bartholomew didn't decide to pop his ugly head in and start talking shit. Mars rolled his apathetic eyes and growled lightly. Bartholomew, I fucking swear. Don't bother me and Anatoliy. the man growled in his mind, hoping that Bartholomew was listening. It took eight hours of Mars being in his own head for the court's familiar territory had been in view. Lunenburg's looming buildings were a good signal that he was getting close to where he wanted to be. He was looking for the old Russo house, and his own old house. It would be another thirty minutes of riding to even get in the right neighborhood. Mars tried to relax as much as he could without being off-guard for Bartholomew to pounce. Bartholomew was the last thing that Mars needed.
The clip-clopping of Vox's feet seemed to be the only sound around them this afternoon. To think about it, Mars had also gotten over the borders without much of a problem. He wondered where everyone was. Mars increased the pace of the steed to a trot with a tap of his foot and a click of his tongue. It'd take another seven minutes of trotting to get him in front of the old Russo house. Once he was in front, he had dismounted his horse and he had looked at the old house. Why did it look like nobody had lived there in months?