~1571-Ul'dah~
Marcus laid quietly as the others slept. He played over his fight with the Lieutenant over and over again in his head, the bruises aching as he remembered being thrown around like nothing. He raged quietly at the thought of being bested by some highlander brute. In the next bunk Lucus whispered, "Marcel? Are you awake? Are you in pain?" Marcella turned to the voice of his friend, "I'm fine Lu. Just wondering about this afternoon... and how it will effect things." Lucus turned to his side, "It won't. We are here for the mission. As long as you don't let your pride get in the way we will be fine. Just give the Lieutenant a wide birth and it will be fine." Marcella ruffled, "But how did he beat me? I don't understand how he could grab me like he did. The strength I understand, but he said he heard me.... how?" Cronna now joined in, the little Lalafell emerging from under his pillow, "Will you two shut up, some of us are sleeping. Not that I'm not grateful for a night lacking the grunting that usually accompanies you two sleeping in the same room, but still I must sleep. Now be silent or I will age you both to old men."
As the Lala turned away the two men nearly laughed out loud, "He's right Marcel, just sleep." With that Lucus turned and closed his eyes.Marcella only laid quietly.
~Present Day-The Quicksand~
Marcella sat at a table, his food was getting cold as he stared at it. He looked around... a bomb maybe? No, that had been tried. He wanted to strike out so hard. He shook as the pearl in his ear crackled to life, the ringing the same as when Lucus would call. He listened, the colour draining from his face as the voice came over the channel, "That is good, it still works. It is gratifying to know you all remember my lessons. I would not be able to talk to you without this little backup pearl." Marcella's face contorted at the sound of the voice, "You son of a bitch....I'm going to put a slug in your cat-witch sister, your brat, in everything you love for what you did to Lucus." Erik laughed softly as he replied, a dark hint to his voice few ever got to hear, "All that talk, reminds me of the day we met. No Marcella, you will not put slugs into anything. My men are not targets, you will find them... my family... hard to kill. But that is no matter. I am tired of this shit with you and the others. I will find you, and cast you off of High Bridge. Then I will work my way to the others." Marcella shivered, steeling his voice, "Your men barely have the stomach for war, our type of war. What makes you think we can be so easily stopped by such soft people?" Erik replied, "Because they are better then you."
Marcus laid quietly as the others slept. He played over his fight with the Lieutenant over and over again in his head, the bruises aching as he remembered being thrown around like nothing. He raged quietly at the thought of being bested by some highlander brute. In the next bunk Lucus whispered, "Marcel? Are you awake? Are you in pain?" Marcella turned to the voice of his friend, "I'm fine Lu. Just wondering about this afternoon... and how it will effect things." Lucus turned to his side, "It won't. We are here for the mission. As long as you don't let your pride get in the way we will be fine. Just give the Lieutenant a wide birth and it will be fine." Marcella ruffled, "But how did he beat me? I don't understand how he could grab me like he did. The strength I understand, but he said he heard me.... how?" Cronna now joined in, the little Lalafell emerging from under his pillow, "Will you two shut up, some of us are sleeping. Not that I'm not grateful for a night lacking the grunting that usually accompanies you two sleeping in the same room, but still I must sleep. Now be silent or I will age you both to old men."
As the Lala turned away the two men nearly laughed out loud, "He's right Marcel, just sleep." With that Lucus turned and closed his eyes.Marcella only laid quietly.
~Present Day-The Quicksand~
Marcella sat at a table, his food was getting cold as he stared at it. He looked around... a bomb maybe? No, that had been tried. He wanted to strike out so hard. He shook as the pearl in his ear crackled to life, the ringing the same as when Lucus would call. He listened, the colour draining from his face as the voice came over the channel, "That is good, it still works. It is gratifying to know you all remember my lessons. I would not be able to talk to you without this little backup pearl." Marcella's face contorted at the sound of the voice, "You son of a bitch....I'm going to put a slug in your cat-witch sister, your brat, in everything you love for what you did to Lucus." Erik laughed softly as he replied, a dark hint to his voice few ever got to hear, "All that talk, reminds me of the day we met. No Marcella, you will not put slugs into anything. My men are not targets, you will find them... my family... hard to kill. But that is no matter. I am tired of this shit with you and the others. I will find you, and cast you off of High Bridge. Then I will work my way to the others." Marcella shivered, steeling his voice, "Your men barely have the stomach for war, our type of war. What makes you think we can be so easily stopped by such soft people?" Erik replied, "Because they are better then you."
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