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Marco's narration.
This one's pretty sad so I guess I'll try not to cry, hahajk.
Well there is something chill with Marco's way of narrating. I really like his narration. I mean, Tobias might be my favorite but Marco's narrations are hella. I'm not gonna do a review for this, just a compilation of stuffs. xD
Marco describes Rachel:
Then, there's Rachel-who-thinksshe's-Xena. - Warrior Princess.
She was standing in the middle of the barn floor, looking immaculate, as usual. Rachel is one of those girls from the cover of Seventeen. Beautiful, fashionable, way too tall, far too many bright white teeth, massive quantities of very clean blond hair. But beneath all that fashionable clothing and perfectly applied makeup there is a sword-swinging Amazon warrior just trying to break out.
Rachel's like one of those terrible elf-maidens in Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings - beautiful and dangerous.
Rachel, standing in the middle of the room, looking like someone was shining a spotlight on her.
Marco describes Cassie:
Cassie, the tree-hugger.
Cassie actually experiences normal human emotions like fear and doubt.
Cassie has never met a dress she liked. She does not subscribe to Teen or YM. She's much more likely to buy a magazine like Smelly Animals of America. You know, the kind of magazine that would have articles like "How to Give Suppositories to Raccoons," or "Let's Examine Owl Vomit!"
If you want to picture Cassie, think of a short, cute girl with very short black hair, wearing overalls and big muddy boots and looking totally capable of giving a tetanus shot to an angry bear. Cassie is our animal expert, and our resident ecology nut.
I'd say she likes animals better than she likes people, except that she really likes Jake. As in likes.
Marco describes Tobias:
And there's Tobias, the Bird-boy.
Tobias had his talons sunk deep into the wood to give himself a firm hold. And with his hooked beak he was preening the feathers of his right wing. Tobias is a red-tailed hawk. That's what he's been since he stayed too long in morph. He lives as a hawk now, mostly. I mean, he hunts and eats like a hawk.
Marco describes Jake:
And of course, our fearless leader, my boy, Jake. My way-too serious best friend Jake. Responsible, practically adult Jake.
Jake may be responsible and all, but he isn't a total forty-year-old.
Marco describes Jake x Cassie:
Actually, she and Jake like each other, although neither of them will admit it, of course. The only time they'll act that way is when we're about twelve seconds away from doing something insanely dangerous. Then they'll kind of give each other these pathetic sad looks.
It's so lame.
Marco describes Prince Elfangor:
It was one dying, doomed Andalite who gave us our power to acquire the DNA of any animal and then to become that animal. His name was Elfangor. He, and a lot of other Andalites, died trying to save Earth from the Yeerks.
Marco describes Ax:
And Ax, our resident Andalite.
Marco describes himself:
Well, there's me, Marco the Magnificent.
Marco's views:
I don't want the others to know. I don't want their pity. (on his mother being Visser One)
See, not every alien in the universe is a Yeerk. The universe has its heroes, too.
So for him, and for all the people of Earth, we fight, hoping to slow the Yeerks down enough so that the Andalites will have a chance to come again and save us all.
You remember that old song, "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun"? That could be the theme song for dogs. Dogs just want to have fun. (after realizing that dogs really like to play and run around and are way too happy)
"You know, she is just not getting the whole superhero thing," I said to Jake. "Does Wolverine look things up in the phone book? Does Spider-man? I don't think so." (when Cassie said they should look up Erek in the phone book before they do extreme things like flying to his house and checking things out)
"I've already written three pages. What do you mean, do I have a topic?" But Jake knows me. "So," he said. "Do you have a topic?" "A topic will . . . emerge. I'm going to just write until I discover a topic. The topic will rise from these pages. It will reveal itself to me. I just have to keep writing." (on writing his English paper)
There may be something in this world cooler than flying on your own wings, but I can't imagine what it is.
Rage is addictive, you know. I guess it's sorta like a drug. Anger and hatred get you high. They get you high, but like any addiction, they hollow you out and tear you down and eat you alive. I guess I knew all that. But all I could think of was that they were not getting my father. So I ran the scenes of violence over and over in my head. I rode that rush of fury till at last it burned itself out and left me feeling empty and beaten.
See, this is why guys and girls should not be in combat together. Because it's much harder for a guy to be a coward when some girl is watching. Especially when she's all gung ho. If it had just been Jake and Tobias, I'd have been weeping and groveling on the ground. (after a row with Rachel)
Two ospreys, a harrier, a bald eagle, a peregrine, and a red-tailed hawk, all flying together? Not in the natural world.
"Someday we'll think all this is funny," I (Marco) said. "You know, if we happen to live long enough."
Memorable conversations:
About where the mass goes when they morph:
< My mass. When you morph something smaller than yourself, your body mass must go somewhere. So it goes into Zero-space. Zero-space is the space that ships travel through when they are going faster than light. It's not very likely to happen, but sometimes a ship traveling in Z-space will intersect with a temporarily parked mass. >
This got my total, complete attention.
< Wait a minute. Are you telling me that when we get small, all the leftover . . . stuff ... all the extra flesh and guts and bones go bulging into Zero-space like some big balloon of human tissue? >
< Of course. Where did you think all the mass went? >
I shuddered. < I really didn't think about it. > Jake was no more thrilled than I was.
< So right now there's a big bag of Jake floating in Zero-space? And it's possible some spaceship will zoom along and hit it and splatter it all over? >
< No, no, of course not > Ax said.
< Of course no ship would actually hit a floating mass > Ax said, talking to us like we were nitwits. < The ship's shielding systems would disintegrate the mass. That's what troubles me about doing small morphs. It very seldom happens. The odds are millions to one. But it could happen. >
About Marco's Hair:
Ax turned his head toward me, making eye contact with his main eyes.
"Yeah, well, Wolverine has a big advantage over us," Rachel said dryly. "He's not real." Then she snapped her fingers. "That's what that hair of yours reminds me of: a wolverine. I knew it was something."
About the memories of violence:
"You saved our lives, Erek," I said.
"How do you . . . how do you live with the memory?" he asked me.
I knew what he meant. See, win or lose, right or wrong, the memory of violence sits inside your head. It sits there, like some lump you can't quite swallow. It sits there, a black hole that darkens hope, and eats away at everyday happiness like a cancer. It's the shadow you take into your own heart and try to live with.
I shrugged. "I guess I try not to think about it. I try and forget. And after a while, the nightmares don't happen as much."
Erek put a finger to his head. "Android," he said. He made a bitter, ruined smile. "I can't forget. See? I can never forget . . . anything."
This one's pretty sad so I guess I'll try not to cry, hahajk.
Well there is something chill with Marco's way of narrating. I really like his narration. I mean, Tobias might be my favorite but Marco's narrations are hella. I'm not gonna do a review for this, just a compilation of stuffs. xD
Marco describes Rachel:
Then, there's Rachel-who-thinksshe's-Xena. - Warrior Princess.
She was standing in the middle of the barn floor, looking immaculate, as usual. Rachel is one of those girls from the cover of Seventeen. Beautiful, fashionable, way too tall, far too many bright white teeth, massive quantities of very clean blond hair. But beneath all that fashionable clothing and perfectly applied makeup there is a sword-swinging Amazon warrior just trying to break out.
Rachel's like one of those terrible elf-maidens in Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings - beautiful and dangerous.
Rachel, standing in the middle of the room, looking like someone was shining a spotlight on her.
Marco describes Cassie:
Cassie, the tree-hugger.
Cassie actually experiences normal human emotions like fear and doubt.
Cassie has never met a dress she liked. She does not subscribe to Teen or YM. She's much more likely to buy a magazine like Smelly Animals of America. You know, the kind of magazine that would have articles like "How to Give Suppositories to Raccoons," or "Let's Examine Owl Vomit!"
If you want to picture Cassie, think of a short, cute girl with very short black hair, wearing overalls and big muddy boots and looking totally capable of giving a tetanus shot to an angry bear. Cassie is our animal expert, and our resident ecology nut.
I'd say she likes animals better than she likes people, except that she really likes Jake. As in likes.
Marco describes Tobias:
And there's Tobias, the Bird-boy.
Tobias had his talons sunk deep into the wood to give himself a firm hold. And with his hooked beak he was preening the feathers of his right wing. Tobias is a red-tailed hawk. That's what he's been since he stayed too long in morph. He lives as a hawk now, mostly. I mean, he hunts and eats like a hawk.
Marco describes Jake:
And of course, our fearless leader, my boy, Jake. My way-too serious best friend Jake. Responsible, practically adult Jake.
Jake may be responsible and all, but he isn't a total forty-year-old.
Marco describes Jake x Cassie:
Actually, she and Jake like each other, although neither of them will admit it, of course. The only time they'll act that way is when we're about twelve seconds away from doing something insanely dangerous. Then they'll kind of give each other these pathetic sad looks.
It's so lame.
Marco describes Prince Elfangor:
It was one dying, doomed Andalite who gave us our power to acquire the DNA of any animal and then to become that animal. His name was Elfangor. He, and a lot of other Andalites, died trying to save Earth from the Yeerks.
Marco describes Ax:
And Ax, our resident Andalite.
Marco describes himself:
Well, there's me, Marco the Magnificent.
Marco's views:
I don't want the others to know. I don't want their pity. (on his mother being Visser One)
See, not every alien in the universe is a Yeerk. The universe has its heroes, too.
So for him, and for all the people of Earth, we fight, hoping to slow the Yeerks down enough so that the Andalites will have a chance to come again and save us all.
You remember that old song, "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun"? That could be the theme song for dogs. Dogs just want to have fun. (after realizing that dogs really like to play and run around and are way too happy)
"You know, she is just not getting the whole superhero thing," I said to Jake. "Does Wolverine look things up in the phone book? Does Spider-man? I don't think so." (when Cassie said they should look up Erek in the phone book before they do extreme things like flying to his house and checking things out)
"I've already written three pages. What do you mean, do I have a topic?" But Jake knows me. "So," he said. "Do you have a topic?" "A topic will . . . emerge. I'm going to just write until I discover a topic. The topic will rise from these pages. It will reveal itself to me. I just have to keep writing." (on writing his English paper)
There may be something in this world cooler than flying on your own wings, but I can't imagine what it is.
Rage is addictive, you know. I guess it's sorta like a drug. Anger and hatred get you high. They get you high, but like any addiction, they hollow you out and tear you down and eat you alive. I guess I knew all that. But all I could think of was that they were not getting my father. So I ran the scenes of violence over and over in my head. I rode that rush of fury till at last it burned itself out and left me feeling empty and beaten.
See, this is why guys and girls should not be in combat together. Because it's much harder for a guy to be a coward when some girl is watching. Especially when she's all gung ho. If it had just been Jake and Tobias, I'd have been weeping and groveling on the ground. (after a row with Rachel)
Two ospreys, a harrier, a bald eagle, a peregrine, and a red-tailed hawk, all flying together? Not in the natural world.
"Someday we'll think all this is funny," I (Marco) said. "You know, if we happen to live long enough."
Memorable conversations:
About where the mass goes when they morph:
< My mass. When you morph something smaller than yourself, your body mass must go somewhere. So it goes into Zero-space. Zero-space is the space that ships travel through when they are going faster than light. It's not very likely to happen, but sometimes a ship traveling in Z-space will intersect with a temporarily parked mass. >
This got my total, complete attention.
< Wait a minute. Are you telling me that when we get small, all the leftover . . . stuff ... all the extra flesh and guts and bones go bulging into Zero-space like some big balloon of human tissue? >
< Of course. Where did you think all the mass went? >
I shuddered. < I really didn't think about it. > Jake was no more thrilled than I was.
< So right now there's a big bag of Jake floating in Zero-space? And it's possible some spaceship will zoom along and hit it and splatter it all over? >
< No, no, of course not > Ax said.
< Of course no ship would actually hit a floating mass > Ax said, talking to us like we were nitwits. < The ship's shielding systems would disintegrate the mass. That's what troubles me about doing small morphs. It very seldom happens. The odds are millions to one. But it could happen. >
About Marco's Hair:
Ax turned his head toward me, making eye contact with his main eyes.
"Yeah, well, Wolverine has a big advantage over us," Rachel said dryly. "He's not real." Then she snapped her fingers. "That's what that hair of yours reminds me of: a wolverine. I knew it was something."
About the memories of violence:
"You saved our lives, Erek," I said.
"How do you . . . how do you live with the memory?" he asked me.
I knew what he meant. See, win or lose, right or wrong, the memory of violence sits inside your head. It sits there, like some lump you can't quite swallow. It sits there, a black hole that darkens hope, and eats away at everyday happiness like a cancer. It's the shadow you take into your own heart and try to live with.
I shrugged. "I guess I try not to think about it. I try and forget. And after a while, the nightmares don't happen as much."
Erek put a finger to his head. "Android," he said. He made a bitter, ruined smile. "I can't forget. See? I can never forget . . . anything."