Tara
After a time, he slipped a book back into the shelf after glancing through the contents of its pages, then moved onto the next book. The library was one of the quietest places at the school where he could relax. After hearing so much talk about a kid going on a rampage, Malus felt even so much smaller being among other parahumans. There were so many unique students it was scaring him more about what kind of crazy abilities they all have. 

As he was picking through the books filed in the shelf, there was a sudden pause in his steps that forced him to stop. There was a shuddering breath when his pale gray eyes glanced down at his foot: it was sinking into the bookshelf's shadow. The lower extremity of his leg is transparent in a dark hue as it's trying to melt. Nervously, looking over at the window, the sun is beginning to slip away behind the thick clouds. It led him to discover that he is now two ankles deep into the shadow. The strength of the darkness reeling inside felt like a foreboding welcome as it kept pulling him in. Now that he's half-ways down the dark void, he feels his own legs kicking frantically like he's hanging from a cliff. It was at this point, he let out a rattled breath from nearing a panic attack. His hands clawing at anything to keep him submerged from sinking further into the shadow. Desperately searching for anyone for help, half-thinking he could do this on his own, Mal was tied between his pride and desperation.
Lilian
*Mark was slowly getting used to this area. He walks through the library, smiling and picking up a book. He liked fantasy, and even made an oc for dnd! Heh... The oc of an oc. Nice. He hums as he walks around, and that is until he finds a part of someone in a hole. Why was he in a hole!? Why is there a hole!? Mark runs over to Malus*

"Huh!? Oh shoot..."

*Mark grabs Malus' arm and activates one of his powers. This made Malus lighter and start to float. Using that, he pulled Malus out*
Tara
He most definitely knew what was about to happen next after he sinks into the abyss. It wasn't quite a hole he's falling in but more of his body melting into the darkness. To him, it really did feel like he was sliding off a cliff. 

As soon as he is about to accept his fate, Mal closes his eyes while his nails scrape against the floor. And he heard a voice before quick steps approaching him. Unsure of why his body felt lighter, there wasn't a second for him to mull on it as he felt hands grabbing his arms. He couldn't help it when his eyes widened with a desperate look at the kid in front of him. 

Then he was pulled out of the shadow where he scrambled away from it. Frantically backing up into the tables of chairs, staring at where he almost melted into the darkness. His chest rising and falling as he let out rattled breaths as air. Across his throat there is a gruesome scar slashed across the front of his neck.
Lilian
He most definitely knew what was about to happen next after he sinks into the abyss. It wasn't quite a hole he's falling in but more of his body melting into the darkness. To him, it really did feel like he was sliding off a cliff. As soon as he is about to accept his fate, Mal closes his eyes while his nails scrape against the floor. And he heard a voice before quick steps approaching him. Unsure of why his body felt lighter, there wasn't a second for him to mull on it as he felt hands grabbing his arms. He couldn't help it when his eyes widened with a desperate look at the kid in front of him. Then he was pulled out of the shadow where he scrambled away from it. Frantically backing up into the tables of chairs, staring at where he almost melted into the darkness. His chest rising and falling as he let out rattled breaths as air. Across his throat there is a gruesome scar slashed across the front of his neck.

*Mark falls on his butt after throwing Mal out. He gasps heavily, fearing possibilities of what could have happened to this guy. Okay... Breathe in... Breathe out. Mark sighs in relief and turns to Mal. He didn't notice it, but Mark was crying! He cried very easily, but he seemed calm enough despite the large teary eyes*

"Are you okay!? What happened!? I'm glad you're okay..."

*Mark finally noticed his tears and wipes them off. He then smiles softly, oblivious to Mal's scar. Mark was a short boy with fluffy brown hair, tan skin, and green eyes he had a Squishy face and the demeanor of babyface. One could confuse him for a boy younger than he is*
Tara
Mal may be terrible at having an insight about other people's perspective, but it was clear that this other kid was crying? Crying about what? He couldn't understand what the boy's tears were all about. Right now, he is rather glad that he isn't the one crying since he was close to being swallowed up by the shadow. 

It was difficult for him to answer all the questions as he tries to think of an answer after failing in vain to get a read on the kid's emotions. His mouth made a nervous squiggle as he reached up to his throat to show the scar. Then he begins to use the linguistic sign language with his hands, wondering if the boy would understand.
Lilian
Mal may be terrible at having an insight about other people's perspective, but it was clear that this other kid was crying? Crying about what? He couldn't understand what the boy's tears were all about. Right now, he is rather glad that he isn't the one crying since he was close to being swallowed up by the shadow. It was difficult for him to answer all the questions as he tries to think of an answer after failing in vain to get a read on the kid's emotions. His mouth made a nervous squiggle as he reached up to his throat to show the scar. Then he begins to use the linguistic sign language with his hands, wondering if the boy would understand.

*Once he saw, he noticed. And yeah, Mark is weird... He cries too easily. After he wiped his tears, Mark gets a paper out of his sketchbook*

"I'm sorry! I don't understand sign language... Uhm... I'm Mark!"
Tara
He gingerly takes the notepad and pencil as he begins to write on the paper in neat writing. 

*"Thank you for helping me, my name is Malus. What happened not too long ago is a bad condition I have, is why I am here in Newton Cradle. I am sorry about that."*
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Lilian
He gingerly takes the notepad and pencil as he begins to write on the paper in neat writing. *"Thank you for helping me, my name is Malus. What happened not too long ago is a bad condition I have, is why I am here in Newton Cradle. I am sorry about that."* || 

"Oh! It's okay! Nice to meet you, Malus!"

*Mark smiles dearly. He could tell Malus could hear him based off of the fact Mark got his name. Mark remembers when once he almost flew to the stratosphere by putting his gravity to zero. That was a funny story...*

"Its okay! I'm just glad you're okay! No need to worry..."
Tara
Malus gave a small, sheepish smile. He was uncertain what to do next since he never interacted with people all that much. So far, Mark seems like a nice kid? He didn't appear to be a bully? Then again, he could be wrong? And glancing back at Mark it was decided that this guy is just too soft. 

He begins to write in neat letters on the notepad again. *"Okay. Just try not to make direct contact with me again. I could have accidentally hurt you when you grabbed me. How much do you know about X-men? My ability is similar to Rogue but I drain energy to keep myself fed."*
Lilian
Malus gave a small, sheepish smile. He was uncertain what to do next since he never interacted with people all that much. So far, Mark seems like a nice kid? He didn't appear to be a bully? Then again, he could be wrong? And glancing back at Mark it was decided that this guy is just too soft. He begins to write in neat letters on the notepad again. *"Okay. Just try not to make direct contact with me again. I could have accidentally hurt you when you grabbed me. How much do you know about X-men? My ability is similar to Rogue but I drain energy to keep myself fed."*

*Mark was your average soft boy. It was very cliche, yes, but... Yep. Lol. Mark watches intentively as Malus wrote on the paper. He had amazing handwriting! Mark only had good handwriting when it was calligraphy. Unfortunately, Mark didn't know much of X Men, so he shook his head*

"Okay... So no touchy, got it. I don't know who Rouge is sorry... I never knew much about X-Men. Could you explain it to me please?"
Tara
"Rogue's mutant ability requires skin-to-skin contact to absorb memories, powers, personality traits, physical talents, and strength. For most of her heroic career, Rogue was unable to control her power, and anyone she touched would almost immediately fall unconscious." Mal actually got this from the internet from using his phone to show Mark who she is and what her power is. If Mark is busy reading, Mal would write on the notepad again. *"I only take life and nutrients from touching. Unfortunately, I wish I didn't have this ability its a burden."*
Lilian
"Rogue's mutant ability requires skin-to-skin contact to absorb memories, powers, personality traits, physical talents, and strength. For most of her heroic career, Rogue was unable to control her power, and anyone she touched would almost immediately fall unconscious." Mal actually got this from the internet from using his phone to show Mark who she is and what her power is. If Mark is busy reading, Mal would write on the notepad again. *"I only take life and nutrients from touching. Unfortunately, I wish I didn't have this ability its a burden."*

"Oh... Okay! I'm sorry to hear that. My power is to shift Gravity! That's how I pulled you out..."

*Mark smiles softly, seeing the new comic character along with Malus. He nods intentively*

"I won't touch you then... Sorry!"

*Mark didn't exactly know where to go from here. Was Malus a potential friend? He didnt know. Maybe he just wanted to be left alone, and who was Mark to not grant him that personal space?*
Tara
Malus gave a sheepish smile as he turns his phone off before pocketing it. When he slowly gets back up, he felt a little wobbly from both his legs being swallowed by the shadow earlier. He writes on the notebook saying,"Thank you again. Hopefully you won't find me getting eaten by a shadow next time we meet. Have a good afternoon." And he give the pencil and notebook back as he wave bye to Mark.
Lilian
Malus gave a sheepish smile as he turns his phone off before pocketing it. When he slowly gets back up, he felt a little wobbly from both his legs being swallowed by the shadow earlier. He writes on the notebook saying,"Thank you again. Hopefully you won't find me getting eaten by a shadow next time we meet. Have a good afternoon." And he give the pencil and notebook back as he wave bye to Mark.

"Yeah! Don't worry about it! But... Yea. Goodbye!"

*Mark takes the pencil and sketchbook back, and sighs. I guess he did just want to br left alone. Mark walks back to find the book he had been looking for*