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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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[Despite his instincts, Marcello snatched the papers away. He had an uneasy feeling they would tell him something he would want to know. He was fairly certain that Angelo's reasons for helping him were suspicious; he knew exactly what he had done, and who would be after his head. His brother never could work up the effort, though. Did he think his help would get the better of him later? He already had...]

[It was not hard to hear the anger in his voice on being reminded of his failure. And as far as he was concerned, it was over.]

Did you forget what I said? It doesn't concern me now.

[No matter how much time passes, Angelo knows his brother will never change. And truth be told, he's a bit terrified of what his brother might do to him or anyone else in this city. Yet, he keeps his back turned to his brother and shrugs his shoulders with a sly grin. Even his own oozes sarcasm.]

Oh of course how could I forget? Perhaps your old age is rubbing off onto me. By the Goddess, I might even start showing wrinkles! What will the ladies think of their gift from above when he's old and wrinkly? Why they'll cry their poor eyes out.

[Marcello's eyes fixed on his brother's back, ice cold but no longer passionate. It took little time to know he would never leave were he to speak. So he was standing quietly, evidently not quite sure what to say. He was struggling with this bickering, and his revenge was already in ruins.]

[His snort at the 'Goddess' was quite loud. And of course he was still unimpressed. His brother had the smallest of small minds. Were Angelo old he would be closer to death, and he would celebrate. But his brother lived. Kill him now and spare him this life of misery.]

[He had listened. That was enough. An irritable sigh, and he interrupted-]

Are you finished?

Edited 2013-05-25 08:39 (UTC)

[Angelo continues to grin at his brother before his expression turns into a small frown at first.]

Even after all that happened... You're still the same.

[He shakes his head with a sigh before his eyes slightly narrow with his expression turning more cold.]

I also know what you're capable of. So I'll only say this once, brother. If you want to make me suffer, then so be it. But leave everyone else in this place out of it, no one else needs to be dragged into it.

Edited 2013-05-25 08:56 (UTC)

[As it went, Marcello hadn't thought about dragging anyone else into their feud. He thought that he might do now it had been mentioned. But of course he was loathe to commit to the idea. It would not help him forget.]

Fine. I have no argument with them, and I will not oblige you with one either.

[Unless his brother made it clear he wouldn't be left alone.]

[Angelo knew what he was doing right now, standing up to his brother as he had in Neos after all these years. Yet, he wouldn't allow Marcello to harm anyone in this city. He wouldn't let his brother have his way as he had back home. So his voice and expression turn a bit softer. Almost a bit sadder.]

Living together for years at the abbey with you taught me more than you realize. But coming to this city has also taught me many things, especially about what it means to have true happiness in life. Perhaps it will teach you the same.

[And with that, he began walking away from Marcello again and making it clear from his actions he was leaving his brother alone. He's realizes no matter what he does, his brother will never change with him around. The city and its people might have to do that instead.]

[When Angelo left, there followed an intense and empty silence. Marcello laughed sharply and contemptuously and tore away his gaze. He put it anywhere that wasn't his brother - should he look down, or look up? In spite of his loss, he looked above.]

[The colour of the water-sky was a pleasant blessing to him after the heat of Neos. But despite the calm in the air, his face was heating up. Teach him the same indeed! Right as Angelo was, Marcello had a personality as strong as his brother's. He turned around and began heading in a different direction]