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Stiff, he didn't want to move. Part of him said he didn't need to move, another part said he had to move. And when he did, grey filled his world, followed shortly by color. He was alive. At least the pain told him he was. How long was anyone's guess. Flexing finger, then reaching out to Dis- The vampire was there. Annoyed, but there. The world around them was fog and mist. Not good. He wished it was just them on the beach of the island, but no, this was more an endless void of nothing. Of the very thing that Marcus really wanted to avoid.

It was like Silent Hill but only worse.

Getting up, he took a moment to stretch out, summoning Dis for some sort of beacon to his fellow hunters. Or to those that would kill him for it. A calculated risk. If the halloweeners were smart, they'd be less interested in attacking than in finding a way out of the grey hell. "Hey!" He figured he'd try to call out. "Any one out there?"

For a few seconds, nothing. The "-cus? Is that you?" The glow of one large gun like thing and the voice- "Gale?" He got closer and confirmed with a sigh of relief, it was indeed, Gale. "Thank god. Someone else is alive. Providing this isn't some kind of purgatory." That would be their luck wouldn't it? "Just woke up here. You feeling go-" A crunch, he looked down, shard of glass under his boot. "Well, hopefully that wasn't important."

"Our luck I'd come come back as a vampire, you as a ghost. Somehow, I think the cosmos would get a kick out of that one." Dis gave a hum of approval at the notion of a Marcus vampire. One that the hunter was not going to linger on. "Haven't seen anyone else. Possible we're stuck here, and-" Flicking open his phone he shut it a few seconds later. "Yeah. We're on our own." He held a hand out. "You're the death and my senior in this case Gale. Up to you where we go from here. So long as it's no towards any dragons think we're golden."

If Marcus became anything like Dis he'd want to be put out of his misery. Or die to prevent the suffering of others. That was a very moon thing to do right. "Actually, thinking on it, which would be better. Dragon or Death?" He wasn't clear on it, but Marcus was thinking more towards Caelius magically showing up and being his usual self. "At least with the dragon it would be predictable. Death is kind of.. yeah."

Looking around wasn't the moon hunter's strong suit, but he could try. "Maybe if we're lucky, we'll find signs of other hunters. Living ones." He tacked the last bit on for good measure.

"Like I said, I'd take the dragon. At least we know that it's pretty much always going to attack us when it finds us. Caelius? He's like a ticking time bomb. Plus I'm a moon, he probably considers me double canon fodder." The hair comment had Marcus snorting, waving Dis on the ground to see if he could see anything.

"They tell you guys in Death anything that might help? Moon was the standard defend the fort and then the morons who go running off into the mist. And in my case, defend the moons that were too stubborn to retreat." He sighed. "Frankly speaking, less defending so much as trying to keep the insanity things busy."

That was probably what he should have expected. Still, Marcus had hoped... Just maybe for once they weren't going in blind. He didn't like to be fodder, but until he got better... Dis's words echoed in his head. Until he got power, Marcus would be at the mercy of others. For better of worse.

"What, thinking to see if you can't start climbing the ranks?" He teased. Looking around, there wasn't much, but when Gale pointed out the light Marcus nodded. "I see it." Hope. "Light at the end of the tunnel eh?" He came up behind the short hunter, leaning on his sword. "You lead, I'll follow." He said, taking step right behind Gale to the light.

A roll of blue eyes. "Need I remind the youngest hunter on the island, the youngest to have been recruited, to have been the first to promote not just once but twice? The one who people saw potential in even if he didn't see it in himself?" The moon gave the death a shove.

"Maybe he wouldn't, but then, never know. Ranks aren't just assistant and lead in a way. Work your way up as a hunter. Make it so Mark can't do s**t without you having his back. One day you'll get it. As for me, I'm just wanting to prove I'm worth keeping as a moon." A stretch, the scimitar was kept in front slightly to the side. "Gale, let's face it, we put up with some crazy s**t. 'Madness' is pretty objective for us hunters after a certain point."

Eye rolling, it's not just for trainees. Opening his mouth to say how Gale still would have the record for fastest to promote, Marcus shut it as the death hunter cracked a rather unexpected joke. A barking laugh, Marcus nodded. "Damn right Gale. We've got a good handful of us around, but you tend to one up us at most things. And me promoting? That would require me to be skilled at what I do. And I doubt that Miss Carr would take someone who's only a journeyman in repair work at best, novice in the infirmary, and s**t on the field. I've got my own things to prove still, and you've been proving yourself since day one, and it shows."

A twirl of Dis, the fog was pretty endless, and it seemed they'd be alone. "Most I can do is just.. study and train. Been working on picking up Farsi, but even that is kind of difficult and a stretch. Nearly no one on the island speaks it, and there is a chance I'll never have need to use it."