Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20170802162903/@comment-25808351-20170813231011

(Scorn/Doc/S9/Flame) Marcus stands silently as the wind tunnels through the scene, his long leather armored trench coat flutters in the breeze. He reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a cigar. He lifts it to his lips and strikes a match on his boot's soul, then lights the cigar. Puffs of smoke appear as he pulls the cigar. With it lit completely, he lets out a long trail of smoke.

"Even I would have trouble doing that...." Marcus walks around the girls and uncharacteristically smiles at Armata. "Calm down Tirush, you too Rix. He isn't here to cause shit. If he was, we'd be fighting by now. He's just bantering with us." Marcus again drags the cigar and spews the smoke out one side of his mouth. Their auras collide as they stare at each other. They both sport a devilish grin, a seemingly profound enjoyment of being in such a situation, as if ready to reignite old flames.