Any notion that things might get less insane after they left the lighthouse got dashed pretty quickly after they arrived. Marcos was already on edge while everyone gathered weapons and headed for the woods, and he wasn't alone. Despite the foxes apparently being a bloody tradition in the village, everyone was acting like this was the worst one yet and there was big talk about how they were finally putting an end to it.
Marcos isn't any stranger to this kind of tension. He doesn't even disagree that they need to find a way to break the curse to save lives, but it's not long before conversations filter by him that brings him another cause for concern.
He overhears the gathering crowd talking about a shapeshifting fox, and when he peers over their shoulders to see them start to circle a man with noticeably pointed ears. As he elbows his way closer, he can hear the man protesting and the accusations getting louder and more threatening.
It triggers an anger in him that can only come from years of watching perfectly innocent mutants get cast out of society, getting murdered, and those who were visibly inhuman getting it the worst. Before he knows it he's forcibly wedging himself in front of him and bumping shoulders with the nearest villager who was getting into his personal space.
"What's your problem, man?" He raises his hands and summons a bright light into his palms as a warning. Giving them a chance to walk away. "This is a friend of mine. He's no more cursed than the rest of you, so how about you back off?"
Sure, he could have tried to do more to convince them before using his powers, but he's aware of how mob mentality works and how quickly voices get lost. Sometimes it's best to intimidate them and hope they walk away before anyone gets hurt. Of course they don't listen, so he lets his hands glow brighter and holds his ground.
"I wouldn't try it unless you want to go blind," he tells the closest villager who seemed to be gearing up to make a move. "You want to do something about foxes, the hunting party is that way."
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Marcos isn't any stranger to this kind of tension. He doesn't even disagree that they need to find a way to break the curse to save lives, but it's not long before conversations filter by him that brings him another cause for concern.
He overhears the gathering crowd talking about a shapeshifting fox, and when he peers over their shoulders to see them start to circle a man with noticeably pointed ears. As he elbows his way closer, he can hear the man protesting and the accusations getting louder and more threatening.
It triggers an anger in him that can only come from years of watching perfectly innocent mutants get cast out of society, getting murdered, and those who were visibly inhuman getting it the worst. Before he knows it he's forcibly wedging himself in front of him and bumping shoulders with the nearest villager who was getting into his personal space.
"What's your problem, man?" He raises his hands and summons a bright light into his palms as a warning. Giving them a chance to walk away. "This is a friend of mine. He's no more cursed than the rest of you, so how about you back off?"
Sure, he could have tried to do more to convince them before using his powers, but he's aware of how mob mentality works and how quickly voices get lost. Sometimes it's best to intimidate them and hope they walk away before anyone gets hurt. Of course they don't listen, so he lets his hands glow brighter and holds his ground.
"I wouldn't try it unless you want to go blind," he tells the closest villager who seemed to be gearing up to make a move. "You want to do something about foxes, the hunting party is that way."