A steampunk RP, ehh?
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Marco turns to the conversation between Nath and Kit, interjecting quickly. "War is hell, don't question it, just accept it. Killing the emperor is a textbook way of riling up citizins, someone is going to blame someone, and we'll all feel the effects."
"Even if Anria doesn't, people in high places of power always do," Nathanius took a moment to order a drink before continuing, "A man does not become an Emperor without making a few enemies along the way. Jealousy runs deep when it comes to power. One man receives the crown and countless others believe it is rightfully theirs. Any one of them could have took this Preston's life, or hired another to do it." He cast a sidelong glance at the woman with the eye patch.
Marco saw Nathanius' glance at a fellow Nuban member. It's racisim like that that is causing these wars. "You two-bit Bigot." He sighed, and reached into his jacket.
"Refueling, looking for work, a...friend of mine, the man who gave me this sword," he gestured to the rapier at his left hip, "brought me to this place many times, it is a place for work to be found, contacts to be made, and a good drink to be had."
He took another sip of the thick brew and gestured for Kit to lean closer. Whispering in his ear, "But you need to know, all are supposed to leave their affiliations at the door, this woman," gesturing to the woman in the eye patch, "she's proudly wearing her Nubian insignia, I want to stay close enough to find out why."
He took another sip of the thick brew and gestured for Kit to lean closer. Whispering in his ear, "But you need to know, all are supposed to leave their affiliations at the door, this woman," gesturing to the woman in the eye patch, "she's proudly wearing her Nubian insignia, I want to stay close enough to find out why."
Marco calmly pulled out a wad of bills to pay for the food he ordered. He turned slowly to Aln and the others. "Put the weapon away, you know the rules." He then turned to Kit. "Marco. Nuban Mechanic. I dislike racists of all colors." He stood up. "We all need work comrade, and accusing us of assassination of an emperor isn't exactly the best way to have a credible name."
Marco chuckled, and pulled out a few cigarettes and a light. "If you don't know" He smiles slyly, offering a quickly lit cigarette "You haven't been alive long enough." He points to his weapon that is hostlered in his jacket, the scar across his left hand, and then the money on the table. "It's one in the same in the horrible business." You notice how boney Marco's fingers are, he looks like he hasn't eaten in days.
Marco nods slowly. "Blood is the highest profiting export." He remarks. "You can't make any money if your not either Killing, Stopping someone from killing, making the weapon that does the killing, or selling Wine, Women, or Drugs." He shrugs, as his food arrives, he picks up his plate, and begins eating, while looking at Kit. He's flat-out devouring the food.
OOC: Marco kinda thinks everyone is talking to him. (He hasn't eaten in days and is getting delirious)
OOC: Marco kinda thinks everyone is talking to him. (He hasn't eaten in days and is getting delirious)