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Character: Marcello.
Fandom: Dragon Quest 8.
Player Name: Lisa

[Marcello's body quietly lay amongst the rubble for some time. The bits of rocks made him feel woefully uncomfortable. And the one lying beneath his elbow did indeed jab into his arm and make him move. And he was soaking. Even if he wasn't lying amongst the rubble back on Neos - he thought he was - he was still rubbing the back of his head and feeling wamrth run to the side of it. While it felt strange, for he was soaked through. He swung over his arm and rose to his feet as slowly and clumsily as he could force his body to move.]

[He took the time to orient himself. It was strange. Night had spread like a dark veil across the sky. He saw beyond his pile a clean city. He stropped then and waited for his mind to catch up with his eyes, with a hand gripped over his amulet like a talisman. His free hand pushed his sword down stiffly, like it was struggling against some unseen force.]

"It seems fate got the first word in after all."

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[Given what he's endured, it seems as though water is the last thing on Marcello's mind. This fancy world had him puzzling. When he next speaks, there's a royal accent in his voice and a clipped manner to his speech.]

There are more important matters.

[After time, he takes the towel. His clothes were still logged. And he needed to dry.]

But thank you.

[Serph nods, not affected by the change in the manner of speech; the associations to nobility, to leadership, don't exist in his limited body of knowledge.]

What matters are those?

[Getting some rest? Because you look dead on your feet, bro.]

Edited 2013-05-24 03:03 (UTC)

[The only time he'll rest properly is when he's dead.]

Private. Certainly your aid is appreciated. However, I do not wish to discuss my personal affairs.

Edited 2013-05-24 16:11 (UTC)

[Serph nods, understanding.]

I am Serph, one of two leaders of the Defense Force here. If you require a place to rest, or answers to questions, I can provide.

[Marcello blinked. He thought about it, and stored away the information. He was hardly capable of walking, but he had other ideas about accepting help from people who he didn't know. They might stab him in the back. He waved his hand.]

I do not require your help. I'll be fine.

[That name, Serph. Strange. Foreign. He didn't give his own, however. How did his matter?]

Edited 2013-05-28 12:32 (UTC)

[Again, he nods, accepting the response. He understands pride. He'll allow this stranger to keep his pride, unless he shows he's unable to keep it.

Still, in case he doesn't already know...]

You will find information of this place and a communicator on your person.

[Even if this stranger doesn't want his help now, that may change, in times to come. But now that he thinks about it... He tilts his head.]

Your name?

[Marcello had begun thinking he could get out of this conversation without giving his name at all. He could give a fake one, if he wanted - but since when had he been ashamed of the man he was?]

Marcello.

[Marcello, huh...? Angelo's brother, perhaps? Though Serph's expression remains as impassive as ever, he does look Marcello over with a more discerning eye.

He nods, acknowledging the response.]

If you ever wish to, you can contact me with the communicator.

[Since Marcello would rather be on his own for now, Serph gives him another nod before turning to leave.]