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Until the End
Topic Started: January 21, 2011, 11:38 pm (755 Views)
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an unbreakable soldier
Marcus' face expressed multitudes of tension built up, a similar uprising which could be clearly seen on Storm's face as well. His main liability had been shrouded and taken by surprise while her thoughts and conscience clouded by whatever it was she had successfully blocked from him, and it sounds even more cryptic when he thought of it. From the time he could remember, Marcus merely was just a simple person with nothing to live for other than his own hide and the ones he kept close by. Between the two Marcus wasn't the only one who suffered drastic changes, Synile wasn't even beginning to sound or act like herself much less even look like it. It didn't take him long to figure out she was undergoing something other than some "phase", it was severe and likely to be permanent. Marcus wasn't keen to idiocy, he was quite adept to his surroundings, nevertheless, to those around him. Storm knew Marcus as the man who would go out on a limb to save anyone he could with nothing much to live for other than the little he talked about, and quite frankly Marcus wasn't the conversational type back in the day, and he sure in hell isn't now. Not much has changed with some figured of his personality other than the regularity of controlling something persistent and volatile beyond the depths of his conscience and soul. He was tethered to something other than himself and Synile, and it seemed to have a tight grip around him and the constriction refused to let go or leave. His right eye was significant enough as further proof to know that there was something going on the inside and he didn't know what to do with it or even handled it; it came on its own command, rendering a foreign power and even then, a conscience he cannot control or gain the reigns of. His eyes left the massive gaping hole in the wall and quickly attuned his attention over to Storm, watching him as he trifled through looking for whatever that had gained his attention. There was no smirk or even a notion on his face towards Storm's side comments, making it seem as if Marcus wasn't even paying the slightest bit of attention. Marcus gazed at Storm without a line of expressions on his face, almost entirely emotionless and absent of any presence of it, let alone a thought process to go with it. His face was silent, quiet and abandoned of any wrinkles of anger, curiosity or confusion. His eyes did all the talking for him as the cognitive shallows of lambent hues of molten red, orange and gold flared with intensity. It was enough to clarify Marcus was undoubtedly holding a stable conscience and a thought process, but likewise wasn't following up with any words or even a distraught stare. He was terrifyingly quiet and still.

Narrowing his eyes for a brief second a simple bit of emotion escaped on his face, his intentions rather solid and nimble. As Storm focused his attention on Marcus briefly, he attuned to his side remarks while taking note to minor sarcasm and hinted curiosity within the question. "If you're implying that I had presumptions of killing you, then no. But if a man must go down, why not take another with him?" A smile crept over his face, lingering long before it fell apart as he continued to speak once again, "You're welcome. I am sure that if it were me you would have done the same, if I am not mistaken. Besides, I can tell you're happy to see me!" With that Marcus' face blemished yet again with a snide smirk on his face, cocking the pesky smile he was well known for, the hidden signature bleeding through as he walked past Storm, the smile still strung on his face and cheeks. "I am sure Synile can handle herself, she is after all skilled in situations like this." Marcus' attention was then grabbed by Cody whom still had the trembling fingers and hands, his eyes nearly wandering in instant fear, somewhat focused on the black pit engraved within the surface of the wall. Synile gave him quite the encounter, nevertheless, a terrifying entrance herself. She was known for her dramatic appearances, let alone her wretched ways of making herself known. "I wouldn't be too held bent on fear, she uses that for it appeals to her. Likewise, you don't have much to worry about unless you come off as a threat. Then I'd hide and pray that she doesn't find you." Like Storm with Synile's case, Marcus hasn't seen Narasu in what seems like almost near a lifetime, if not; the black dragon as he recalled saved his life a couple times, and even more so bested his abilities as a dragon. Marcus gave Cody a good look, observing and keeping a close eye on the man for his trust was cautiously low and weak. Marcus quickly observed as Storm stayed a fair distance from him, his arm wrapped tight and securely around the given rent that rendered him slow and nearly weak without straining any of his power. From Marcus' quick and abrupt change in behavior and personality he began to understand why Storm chose his distance and clearly kept out of his reach for the time being. Was it fear? Was Storm afraid? Narrowing his eyes as his brows merely touched and met at a distinguished distraught curiosity which lead into perplexity. Marcus respected Storm's distance and merely turned his attention to Cody whom already had his attention on Marcus, his eyes locked and pinned on him. Shifting his body and position he met Cody face to face, his right eye teaming with turmoil and sanguine, the carnage overlooked to be fury or sudden wrath. "If Narasu is down there, I am sure that Storm's best sake is to get him out in one piece. Let me deal with the men, if by any chance need be. Between you and I, I don't care about who gets out of here alive and who dies; I don't have the patience for it nor the sympathy. But stand in my way, you will see something far more than just pain and fear, and I don't hesitate." Marcus wasn't a demon by any means, however, he was something along the lines of such supernatural power that if he could snap a man's neck without moving or allow a body to combust into a bloody rainfall, then it was enough to prevent provoking his destructive yet sinister side.

Marcus looked over to Storm with a quick glance of readiness and a shallow courtesy to allow the demon to move at his own pace. If he has to Marcus will stay at his side at a respectable distance, keeping a close eye as he moved to his preferred comfortable pace. Even if he couldn't move as fast and Marcus or Cody can while being limited, he can at least have some comfort knowing he wasn't being left behind at some point or dragging/slowing them down. Marcus was always unsure about the connection between Storm and Narasu, but he would assume it was similar or a lot like how he and Synile worked: a bond. Seethen and Syneath were far more out of the league of basic courtship or a simple "yes" to follow up towards a familiar question like, "Will you be my companion?". It was necessarily different between the species and different to how they called it. They were formed on a pact—the decision to give up one's soul for another to be bonded or sealed as one, like a link or a seared connection; they weren't companions but a pair, a lot similar to how elements, atoms, protons and what-have-you work together to form a stable bond. Marcus and Synile were a symbolic representation of how a Seethen and Syneath had compromised into forming a successful, tangible, and well adept bond between dragon and man. Marcus had assumed Storm held a strong bond with his dragon and could easily sense his presence let alone some form of energy within the beast which could lead them closer to Narasu if all else fails. There was nothing stronger than the bond between a dragon and its rider (or much less it's pact pair), but even more so it was enough to keep Marcus on his feet knowing that Storm wasn't entirely weak as they presumed him to be, he at least had a heart out of the two of them, which only brought a smile on his face from the meager thought of it. Marcus stole a glanced towards Storm, trying in his best to assure the demon in his best attempt, "We'll find him, I promise." Marcus knew all too well what it meant to lose something that close to you; he understood how Storm would feel if he lost Narasu let alone the deep pit in his chest now because he didn't have him near him or at his side. It's the same feeling Marcus would endure when Synile felt like taking an extended leave without notifying him or when she felt it was necessary, or the times when he couldn't feel her presence or find a simple connection between the two because she had most likely severed it. Just like she had a few moments ago, and it worried him indefinitely.

Taking in a deep breath Marcus strode forward first, moving past Cody as he retained a foot distance from Storm while leaning in a fair pace to maintain a keepsake with the demon while Cody lead the way that was best to reach Narasu. From what he could understand, Synile could be in grave danger and he wouldn't have known it because all was lost between the two; she had ripped away her conscience to keep him writhing in the dust while she could be a lifeless corpse in a ditch and still, he would be standing wondering where she had gone or what had happened. And finding her body was the last thing he needed to fulfill this week of mere disappointments. Marcus came to a halt in his steps as he reached the end of the hallway, his eyes overlooking a series of torn cables, shrouded glimpses of broken glass, walls and ceiling panels whilst metal plates had been torn from the building's main fortification structure. He couldn't put a finger on it, but the tension and brisk rage snared him with a tethered constriction, his body disowning any command he tried to give it; he felt paralyzed and almost out of his own body, like someone else had control other than him. Narrowing his eyes closely on the destruction before him, a flickering lambent circle illuminated around his pupil, signaling a form of command or presence with his body, as if someone or something else was watching through his very own eyes. The thin, lambent ring around his pupil soon dulled and died within the gory colors of his eyes, pleading resentment as he regained his own thought and bodily control. Something didn't want him to leave, nor wanted him to pursue further but it was a risk he took either way. Shifting his stance he turned his attention to Storm and Cody whom have been standing behind him almost entirely the whole time while his body and mind took a short break, leaving him in his own awkward stance as he couldn't fight any words to say towards the two. Raising his brows and slightly shrugging off the situation, he motioned towards Cody to keep leading them further without speaking a single word. Keeping his body and stance humble yet still, he followed behind them while keeping a close eye on their surroundings—above, below, behind and anywhere in between.

Don't you worry. She's alright. For the time being anyways. You can't run from me forever, Marcus. You can't hide from your past! I will always be here. I am the little bird on your shoulder, the rock in your conscience. I am you, Marcus. You can't hide from yourself! There is so much that you're not telling him, Marcus. Do you really think you can hide all those secrets? You know she isn't real. She left you. She's no longer here with you, Marcus. She's dead. Gone. You're already creating a false image of her just to make yourself feel better about it; to assure yourself that she isn't dead. Synile isn't here anymore. Look at you, you're broken. Destroyed. A wounded little soldier. Wincing in pain the sudden abrupt feeling of constricting convulsions seized his body, collapsing to his knee while holding his abdominal area, hunched over and cowering. The voice was right: she was gone and he was delusional. He was recreating what he thought was real and could only muster a small portion of what made it all seem real and tangible to him: her soul. Even if it was all he had left to scavenge and harness, he couldn't let the memory nor the thought go. Storm had a lot to catch up on with his dear friend, Marcus, who is more torn apart than a soldier of war—even if that, Marcus was a soldier and a righteous man if not. Five years. That's how long it's been: five long miserable years. Marcus hasn't seen Baird, James, Storm or anyone else in that time span nor does he remember anything prior to the state of his memory loss. He has suffered on multiple accounts of amnesia, memory loss and PTSD, all in which took a massive chunk out of his memory, soul, and his own character itself. He is merely nothing but a broken mess made up of scavenged memories, delusions, and false hopes that it'll all be okay. He created his own world to assure himself comfort, to gain an upper-hand over the wielding thought that for once he was alone. And he didn't want to be alone, not with the grueling beast that resides in his conscience, whom seemingly enjoys watching Marcus suffer with the pleasure of reminding him of his past and providing brief glimpses of forgotten history. Of course one would question, if that wasn't Synile who had saved his hide, then who was it? Simple, the dragon that saved his ass when he was a child and to this day she is the same one that frequently keeps a close eye on him and has been apart of his life since he could remember from the start. A Queen of her time and a Mother of all proportions, and like wise a dragon that held a record for infamy. She went by many names such as Aryian or Sarren, or the mother of all nicknames: The Catalyst. Mutainy Arvanis: the Mother and progenitor of the Aryan dragon species and a well trusted and ancient ally to the Syneath and Seethens. Mutainy has been around for more than a millenniums time while equally immersing herself into more than what she needs.

A dragon of pure beauty she is the largest and most powerful of her species and more accommodated to Marcus himself. While Marcus has been in his own vegetative-like state suffering from the amnesia within his conscience, Mutainy was entitled to his sake and remain at his side until Synile would return. But it's been five years and still no sign from the Syneath mother. Many assume she is dead or worse: infected with the ravenous virus plaguing Nyrvyria with is corruption, and neither situation was fitted as assuring to Marcus or Nyrvyrian denizens. Likewise, her main oppression was to keep Marcus stable for as long as she could while remaining to be collected and secure of herself. And with the prior breaking point Marcus is experiencing it was only a matter of time before he broke completely and the memories come flooding in and his past revealed, compromising the extinguished past he ran away from. And for his sake his past is already catching up faster than she had presumed, making it more intolerable for him and harder on her. She placed up a barrier within his conscience to keep the memories from pooling out and corrupting his mind any more than what it was, but soon after his disappearance and being left alone the barrier broke and he allowed his sub-conscience (or alternatively his former self) to have control, inviting the mere demonic dark mass into his memories, downloading all his thoughts, feelings, fears, nightmares, and past experiences.

I know what you really fear, what makes you tick, and how to destroy you. Don't think for a second that I don't know a single thing about you, Marcus. I am you and you are me. Running from yourself isn't going to work anymore, I'm already here. So lie down like a dog and submit, because I can kill you if I want or have to. I am the broken version of yourself anyhow! You let me in, remember? You invited me and now you can't let me out. I have been welcomed to your mind, and now it's my home. We're going to have a lot of fun, Marcus. Just wait.
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