Once again nothing had been done. No doubt that would put Recluse in a bad mood, but Marcus didn't see him as he stepped into the sun room. The thought that Recluse had perhaps gone to the chapel was strange, but not impossible if Landel was going to appear.
Marcus had considered making his way to the chapel instead, but he'd never been much of a religious person. Well, not most conventional modern religions. It was slightly odd to try to believe in some sort of higher power when he had the essence of Zeus inside him.
More than that, he felt it would not be wise to attack Landel, and he was sure he would not be able to restrain himself if the man appeared. With newly drawn stars on his shoulders from his smuggled out blue marker, Marcus went to sit down next to a man who was looking at a photograph.
"Morning," He didn't really feel like prefacing his greeting with 'good'. It could hardly be described as such, and Statesman had the feeling that this man shared his opinion, if the look on his face was any indication.
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Marcus had considered making his way to the chapel instead, but he'd never been much of a religious person. Well, not most conventional modern religions. It was slightly odd to try to believe in some sort of higher power when he had the essence of Zeus inside him.
More than that, he felt it would not be wise to attack Landel, and he was sure he would not be able to restrain himself if the man appeared. With newly drawn stars on his shoulders from his smuggled out blue marker, Marcus went to sit down next to a man who was looking at a photograph.
"Morning," He didn't really feel like prefacing his greeting with 'good'. It could hardly be described as such, and Statesman had the feeling that this man shared his opinion, if the look on his face was any indication.