04-20-2021, 04:58 PM
Marcus watched the byplay between Nox and the others. The tension in the air was palpable. He could almost reach out and caress it, as if strings ripe for the plucking. Without thinking his hand drifted up as if to touch a single strand, the siren call of the chaos and potential sweet to him. Just one touch...
He had never noticed it so clearly. Perhaps it was the pressure of the tunnels that focused his vision. Perhaps it was the Force that coursed through him. He realized he didn't often keep that power close to him when dealing with others- aside from force-suggestions or punishment. But the heightened senses made things more clearer than he could imagine.
Nox's sword of spirit slashing at Allan's peaked his attention. He filed that away. That was very useful.
He hadn't realized his eyes glowed until Nox spoke to him. Instead of ending it, he tied it off, left it there. It felt right, down here amid the death and destruction. Where else should a Sith Lord not look at home than in this place.
Instead of joining them, though, he drifted to Ascendancy. Frustration and anger played across his face. For some reason, Marcus had could not understand why. Looking around the carnage of the tents, he wondered if it was the death of the innocents. He pitched his voice low. "You made the right choice. It was a mercy to them." That was true enough. Becoming a zombie wasn't something people chose for themselves. Everything was still. Quiet.
His hand brushed the hilt at his hip. "New things come. New dangers." His eyes met the Ascendancy's.
He had never noticed it so clearly. Perhaps it was the pressure of the tunnels that focused his vision. Perhaps it was the Force that coursed through him. He realized he didn't often keep that power close to him when dealing with others- aside from force-suggestions or punishment. But the heightened senses made things more clearer than he could imagine.
Nox's sword of spirit slashing at Allan's peaked his attention. He filed that away. That was very useful.
He hadn't realized his eyes glowed until Nox spoke to him. Instead of ending it, he tied it off, left it there. It felt right, down here amid the death and destruction. Where else should a Sith Lord not look at home than in this place.
Instead of joining them, though, he drifted to Ascendancy. Frustration and anger played across his face. For some reason, Marcus had could not understand why. Looking around the carnage of the tents, he wondered if it was the death of the innocents. He pitched his voice low. "You made the right choice. It was a mercy to them." That was true enough. Becoming a zombie wasn't something people chose for themselves. Everything was still. Quiet.
His hand brushed the hilt at his hip. "New things come. New dangers." His eyes met the Ascendancy's.