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[ElementalInsanity]

Skye might not have a choice. Augustus wouldn't just be allowed to leave the Council. Yes, hehad been taken off it without a thought because he had broken a few bones and couldn't walk. That didn't mean that Marcy would let Auggie leave. And Augustus wouldn't want to put Skye into any danger that the boy wouldn't otherwise be in. He could aruge and try to convince all he wanted. Only one thing would make Augustus leave, and that was something he knew would never happen. So thus he would watch over Skye from the shadows. Obviously the Council didn't understand just how much Wren hated them. However, Wren was amnesiac then. He most likely didn't remember his hatred of Council. Though Wren was smart, it was better to kill them all then help the Council. Could you imagine the Lithius council, with creepy and arrogant Marcellus at the head and insane Caesar second in command getting ahold of anything that Wren had? That could possibly be the end of the world. "I'm well aware what winning is, idiot. But you are merely a toy piece. A toy piece cannot win, nor can it lose. Your death would have changed nothing." Waving his hand dismissively, the subject was over. Or at least, he thought so. If Sion had attacked Marcellus, he would have died. Marcy had no attachment to him. Like he had just said, Sion's death to him meant nothing. If Sion annoyed him, he would be quick to remove the annoyance. Laughing when Sion kept talking, Marcellus leaned against the wall next to Sion, watching the boy. "Oh yes indeed, I would like to bet on that. Especially since if you took one step out of here, I would shoot you in the head myself. So, a short time, yup indeed." Watching as Sion made a pouting face when he traced the boy's face and mouth with his little knife, Marcellus couldn't hold back the big grin that spread on his face. "Hm...I see why Caesar likes you so. No....I wont hurt you....but watch yourself, idiot." Tracing Sion's bottom lip with his thumb, resisting the urge to sink his fangs into the boy's neck, Marcy gave a roll of his eyes. "Idiot." He said again, pulling open his cloak to put the little knife back into it's place. His own cloak looked a good bit like Caesar's, now you didn't have to wonder where that insane boy had gotten it. "Amusing indeed. And maybe it's because that pretty face of your's is...well like you said. Pretty." Giving a little smile and winking, he crossed his arms. "Superiors?!" Marcy gave a snort, before answering the first question. "Yes, we do. Aside from that incompetent fool over there. He talks like that all the time. Weirdo. But we were raised to talk like this, we are the Council, after all." Jerking a thumb back at Augustus, it wasn't hard to know who he was talking about. Augustus always talked like that, like some little gentleman. When Sion began doing various hand gestures to him, Marcellus just stopped and watched the boy, going silent. Once he had finished, Marcellus began laughing. And laughing hard, slapping his leg. Snorting, Marcy finally stopped laughing. "I like you. You have.....spunk. Interesting personality. Ha. You're an interesting one, Sion. Though I would still watch yourself. I will not take disrespect."
Augustus nodded when he heard Skye's apology. "Please, my dear little one....do not scare me like that again." When Skye said that to Marcellus, Auggie's eyes widened, and he squeezed the boy's hand in warning, muttering something about, 'Please be careful, litte child...' Marcellus, hearing Skye manage that out, frowned, before walking over there. Hand moving to slap Skye across the face, Augustus easily grabbed Marcy's wrist, shaking his head. "Wrong thing to do in my presence, Marcellus." Twisting the other Lithius' wrist, watching as Marcellus' face became pained, before hearing the boy cry out, Auggie threw the boy's hand back at himself. "You would watch yourself as well, Augustus. You are no longer on the Council, if you didn't remember. I can have you killed for such a thing. Maybe I'll kill you myself." Marcy gave a wicked little smile, grabbing out a gun and putting it to Auggie's head. "You forget your own self, Marcellus. I may not be able to walk now, yet I am still stronger and smarter. Always have been. Happens from being a twin Pedigree." Grabbing Marcellus' hand with the gun and twisting it again, Augustus again threw the boy's hand back at himself. "Safety was on." Augustus commented simply, before Marcy whacked Auggie across the head with the gun. "So it was. Doesn't mean it's not useful." Marcellus laughed out, before turning swiftly to Sion. "I'd watch your comments, Servant. Skye, you may call me six if you wish. You wont be living long anyways." Marcy gave another laugh when Augustus tried to...'attack' him, the boy had just been hit across the head and couldn't exactly think straight.... before retaking his place leaning against the wall next to Sion. "Wren can't kill us all if he's blind and maimed. In fact, I doubt he could do much of anything except give us the information we need."

[Noel]

Skye would try, that was what mattered. Wren was indeed amnesiac, and didn't remember much of anything, including the locations of his experiments and many of the details, so he could only be so useful like that. Once his memory returned though, Wren would be back to his old self, which was a threat enough. But with the Council having taken Skye, and what had been done to the young boy? Wren would want them 'punished'. Wren had been a threat when he was neutral; if he took the side of 'down with the Council' then one could only imagine what would happen. It was not a pleasant thought. If Wren even went so far as to join with the Hunters...
"Obviously, a toy piece can win if I am one. Because I did." Sion answered cheerily, as usual blatantly denying what Marcellus was saying. He was not very good at ending discussions, after all. Luckily Sion was restraining himself nicely, knowing Marcellus was no Caesar, and he would surely die if he tried to attack him. Again Sion laughed when Marcellus said he would shoot him; threats, unlike insults, never had much of an effect on Sion. He heard them constantly, after all. "Hmn... I think I could still last a second. And you would? Not very nice are you? I thought I 'didn't matter at all?'" Sion shook his head with a fake sigh and a shrug. One did not simply understand the minds of Council members. Sion finally pulled away when Marcellus traced his lip with a thumb, rolling his eyes. "Yes I'm just that great, but you seem to be suggesting I don't watch myself." Sion was very much enjoying this conversation; Marcellus was like a little annoying child that he could argue with and view as a far underling in terms of intelligence, essentially the same way Marcellus was viewing him. "Pretty indeed, unlike your own. But troublesome, what with all you Council boys falling for me at first sight." Sion gave a long, exaggerated sigh, as if was the most tragic thing to happen in his life. Giving a happy little face in response to the wink before laughing and flipping the older boy off, Sion nodded when Marcellus repeated what he had said. "Yup. Superiors. I know it's hard for your little underling mind to understand that." This would be a long argument. Sion was obviously at the complete mercy of Marcellus, and he wouldn't admit it to save his life. "He talks more normal then you, little disturbed middle-ages remnant. So the Council is trying to sound like whiny children? And you call me strange?" Sion groan of false confusion. "Why can't anything you do make sense?" Finishing up his display of inappropriate hand gestures, Sion took a mock bow when Marcellus started to laugh, giving an amused look when he slapped his leg. "Spunk? More like intelligence, which I imagine you don't see much. And you don't take disrespect, chicken's-ass? You seem to take a lot of it... from everyone." At this point Sion's tone was more joking then the usual biting hiss he had; like earlier said, this was all terribly amusing to him.
This was Skye; could Augustus really expect him to watch his words? So many times he had nearly been killed just for what he said, by Ari, Mark, and many more through the years. Adell no, but she was a special case. It was hard to match her. Skye recoiled slightly when Marcellus' hand about to slap him, instinctively snapping his eye shut. When no blow came, Skye opened it to see Augustus twist Marcy's wrist. For the first time since he had watched Wren nearly die a few months ago, Skye cried out for someone other then himself, watching as Augustus was hit across the head with a gun. Luckily Skye stayed quiet for a brief while, not wanting that gun pointed at either of them. "Okay six." Skye answered cheerily, ignoring the comment about him not living long anyways. "He's blind...?" Skye hadn't know that. Maimed he already known, since Wren's hand had been useless. Blind... he had been taken by hunters after all, but Skye hadn't been expecting that. Pushing back the sickening feeling that came with knowing his close friend had lost his sight, Skye merely laughed. "Even if he is... he can still do it. We'll just have to see, eh?"

[ElementalInsanity]

Really Skye trying to get Augustus to leave that behind was what mattered. Not many people cared for Augustus and his peaceful attitude in the Council building, as shown. But unless Skye had a good reason... If it was just 'Hey Augustus leave the Council and go off on your own' then Augustus would most likely stay at the Building. He could get more work done here, anyways. Do his....very important job. Besides. No matter what, him leaving the Building would put Skye in danger. That just wasn't an option. Wren would want to stay neutral, for Ari's sake. Everyone knew that Ari was....well he was a complete and utter moron. The king of idiots. How hard would it be for Marcellus to track Ari, and just Ari, down, and tell him he was an old friend of Wren's? Ari would believe him, and go with him. And then hell would come down for Ari. Any little thing Wren would do, would cause Ari some sort of pain. And with Caesar being the one to do the 'dirty work' of torturing Ari? Well, you had seen what had been done to Skye, and Ari didn't have the privlege of being able to escape it all by becoming a toddler. More then likely, however, that would just backfire into the Council's faces, and Wren would kill them all. Though it was sad, for Ari had never done anything to anyone, yet he and Skye were some very important pieces in this game. Get those, and possibly they would be able to get Wren to do what they wanted. If not, well Ari would pay the price. Skye had already paid, there wasn't much they could do to him that hadn't already been done to him. "You did not win Sion. Are you out of this building? Are you free from Caesar? From me? No indeed. You may have survived, for now I remind you, but you far from won. Just look at you. Your limp....you're quite pathetic, and I know we both know that." Sion was restraining himself nicely, as was Marcellus. But one's patience only spread so far before it ran out. Marcellus was a very patient man, much unlike Caesar, so he could go back and forth with Sion all day. In fact, it was one of his favorite sports. Not something he got to do often, either, because there was never anyone he could fight back and forth with that had 'spirit and spunk' like Sion did. "Not very nice at all, as you'll learn. No. You do not matter, in most areas. Others, you matter very little. Yet if you become a problem....hahaha...I'll happily remove you." Laughing when Sion pulled away from his touch, Marcellus pulled out another little knife and began playing with it carelessly, causing more then a few cuts to occur on his arms and hands. Obviously he did this a lot, because he paid no attention to it. "No, I'm not 'suggesting' anything. I'm telling you." When Sion gave an exaggerated sigh, Marcellus laughed again, pulling over a stool to sit upon while he continued playing with his knife. "I bet it is troublesome. You have that face that most dream of, even if it is a bit...messed up in places. But if it is so terribly troublesome....." Standing up and laughing, he grabbed Sion's face again, pressing the knife against it. Turning Sion's face from left to right, as if looking over a sculpture that needed to be fixed, Marcellus traced the tip of his knife across Sion's cheek, pressing lightly enough so it wouldn't create too huge a cut, but enough to cause a small...paper cut, almost. "I can help fix that problem...." He finally finished, nodding as if this 'assignment' of 'fixing Sion's face' was something he could manage. "But perhaps this shall wait until later. When I have the....proper tools?" Snorting, Marcy sat back onto his chair, snorting again when Sion flipped him off. "Superior in height, weight, and being a weakling, I would have to agree with you. Augustus? Talking more normal then I do? HA. Whatever, idiot." Ignoring the rest of what Sion said, he was laughing too hard at Sion's 'spunk' with the hand gestures, Marcellus raised an eyebrow when the lesser Servant Lithius continued speakin. "Intelligence? Far from that, idiot. If you were intelligent you would have shut up long ago, and you would be my little Servant. Perhaps I shall make you into my personal Servant. Yes. And you can dress up like that twin of Augustus'." Standing up again when the Servant called him that....interesting name again, Marcellus gave a laugh, before grabbing Sion's face. "Let's see that tongue of your's, idiot. See if I can't cut it out now."
Augustus wasn't used to this Skye. So yes, he thought that perhaps Skye would keep quiet. For both their sakes. Because otherwise, not only would Skye get hurt, but Augustus would as well. Which he had. Not even able to give a cry when he was struck across the head, Augustus just held his head in his free hand, the one that wasn't gripping Skye's, not even able to make sense of anything right then. He could hear voices, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. So instead Augustus just gave a small groan and buried his head into Skye. Marcellus on the other hand, was a bit busy with gripping tightly onto Sion's face, trying to....who knows what the hell Marcy was doing. Trying to cut out his tongue? "Blind indeed, Skye. However, word is he gained partial sight back into one eye. The other though, is lost. But once we get him....haha, he wont have any hope of seeing again. Just like this little Servant of mine here, with his tongue. We will have to see. We will have to see indeed. Now Sion, would you rather I cut just your tongue out, or would you rather struggle and you get a few other...unimportant features cut off as well?" Laughing, Marcellus released Sion, and sat back down onto his chair. "Tsk tsk. Sadly, you're too fun and amusing...."

[Noel]

Skye wouldn't be trying to get him to just leave, naturally. Skye would want Auggie to leave with him, after all, he was one of the few people he liked. One of three, after all. Having Augustus go back to the Council would be the same as never seen him away, not a nice thought for little Skye. The great plan of the Council, taking Ari and using him against Wren, wouldn't work. Wren would kill them all before he would ever help them. It was sad, since Ari had never done anything. Skye never blamed Wren; he had learned about Wren's experiments at about the age of eleven. Wren had tried to get him to leave then, saying it wasn't safe to stay with him. In response, while Wren slept the young Skye had glued their jacket sleeves together. It was just a metaphorical thing, but Skye hadn't left the older boy despite the risk. So yes, Skye had accepted the risk. Ari was just sad though, he hadn't even known about that side of Wren.
"I didn't say I won life. Just that fun little swim. Geeze, someone thinks too much. That'll hurt your little head." Sion answered with an apparently disappointed shake of his head. Sion argued with everyone, the issue was his temper quickly rose. If he snapped, he attacked people, something he often did. Marcellus was just a light-hearted argument to him, which was keeping his almost non-existent self control from breaking. "Hmn. It warms my heart to know that 'in some matters' I matter." Rolling his eyes, he crossed his hands behind his head and leaned back against the chair with a small yawn. However, his eyes snapped open and Sion's gaze locked on the cuts on Marcy's hands and arms, and more importantly, the blood. As always, blood took Sion's complete attention instantly. It took him a second to respond, trying to push away the distraction known as blood. "But I took it as a suggestion." He finally said after a few slow moments of staring at the cuts. Haring Marcellus talking about his face was quite awkward, naturally, but Sion just laughed it off. "Oh yes, I know it's wonderful. I pity you and that thing you call a face." Once again Sion went silent when he felt a hand on his face, fighting down rising anger as Marcy examined his face. The urge to sink his claws into one of those hands touching him was unbearable. Feeling the knife bite into his cheek, albeit lightly, made Sion's hands unconsciously curl into fists. It hardly hurt, but it was just the act that made him want to hurt this Council member. "I'd prefer you don't. Troublesome as it may be, I like my pretty face. Makes me all the more superior to you." There was relief when Marcellus stepped back to his chair. That boy wasn't insane, just sadistic, it seemed. Without any value for life as well, obviously, but then again no one but Augustus did. "Don't forget intelligence." He added onto the list of things Sion held superiority on. Weakling... "Weaker then you I may be, but at least I wasn't bred like a dog, eh? And yes, he does. You see, people stopped talking like you do a few hundred years ago..." It would be a never ending argument for sure. Assuming Sion didn't snap, he could go on for hours. Sion gave a faint eyetwitch when Marcy suggested that he be his little servant, and dress like Aleia. Oh god no. "Hmn.... how about no. Those dresses may be cute, but they don' exactly fit me, you see. Or rather, don't see. Besides, it should be you serving your superior, no?" Like said, the arguments would never end. Sion held back a hiss when again his face was grabbed, and Marcellus once again threatened to cut out his tongue. Sion thought for a moment, before doing exactly what Marcy said. He wasn't struggling alright. He stuck out his tongue for a few moments with an amused face, before speaking. "There, happy?"
Nope. Skye was idiotic, and he couldn't restrain himself to save his life. Or Augustus life, on that matter. Either way though, he had looked away from 'six' and was more worried about Augustus, who had just taken a gun to the head. Skye certainly knew what that felt like, given how many times it had happened to him. For once Skye didn't flinch or try to pull away when Augustus buried his head against him, merely finding a way to gently wrap an arm around him. Skye still couldn't sit up for fear of the Medical Lithius knocking him out, so there wasn't much he could do anyways. "Hmn? Oh you idiots. You really... just don't think. Wren damn hates you. He made... a point of telling me... he'd kill me with all of you.. if I got caught. Or himself if... he did. Have fun with that." Skye was acceptant of the fact that Wren would kill everyone there, including him with them. It was just Wren, and Skye had been warned ahead of time. Sion rolled his eyes when Marcellus pulled away, glad his tongue was still in his mouth. "See? My pretty face is useful."

[ElementalInsanity]

That was one thing Augustus didn't seem to understand. Skye, like him? Why on earth would the boy like him? No. It wasn't true. It would be some sort of...lie to make him feel better about the things he had done or something. Yet it would work. If Skye said that though.....yes, Augustus would leave. He would leave with Skye. Leave all the crap behind, the pain, the horror. Then he could just live with Skye. That would be....quite the wonderful change, especially since his whole life he had been stuck in the Council Building, with the knowledge of living there until he died....and he most likey would have died prematurely. However, Augustus was just thinking that he'd watch Skye from the shadows. They would just see, once Jan came with Wren. "Thinking doesn't hurt my head. You're idiotic self does. But it's like a drug, that I can't just pull away from. It should warm your heart that I, the head of the Council, find favor upon you. You matter in some things. Just very little." Watching Sion's eyes snap open to stare at the cuts on his arm, Marcellus gave a twisted little laugh, running his knife up his arm and causing a cut to form. "Hm...you are interesting, aren't you? Like Caesar, weird thing for blood....hate small spaces...." Personally, Marcellus didn't like blood. The taste was...weird, and just not his thing. Getting a drop of blood on his fingers, he flicked it over at Sion, laughing as he did so. "You're weird." He commented. But who was he to say that, he was the one cutting himself and flicking blood over at the Lithius.... "Oh yes. You should pity my....face... Caesar has quite the....fits. As you well know, and will be finding out more about, I'm sure." Sion would have found things quite....interesting, if he sunk his claws into Marcy's hands. He would die. Marcellus only took so much, Sion doing that would not go well. "Well then...I guess my 'surgery' will have to wait. Especially since I like your pretty face too. Makes the boy's happy, for sure." No, Marcellus was far from insane, in fact he was quite sane. But sadistic, yes. He was the mentor to Caesar, after all. One only had to look at Caesar to understand what Marcy must be like. Marcellus valued life, it would be wrong to say he didn't. But he only valued lives of 'important' people. "Intelligence? Sadly, idiot, that is something you are lacking. Something where I am far superior. I would like to see you do a math equasion. You could barely do the puzzle room that Caesar had given you! Those had been designed for preschoolers. Weaker indeed. But being bred like a dog insures that I was stronger. Better. Hell, I even come with papers. You? You have a twin who locked you in a basement. Pushed you off a balcony. We would not stand for that here. So perhaps being bred like a dog was better. And yes, people stopped talking like that quite a long time ago, but Augustus is the one who talks like that. Not I." Watching Sion's eye twitch, Marcy gave a wicked little smile. Dresses it was. "Oh, we have some just your size Sion. Made just to fit you. I've had this idea for a while, you see. So, it's either that, or you can walk around nude." Smile widening at that, Marcellus looked quite happy with this new idea. "And you are not my superior, Sion. Do you need me to prove that? Would you rather die right now? I'd much rather continue conversing with you. It's amusing." Watching as Sion stuck out his tongue, Marcellus' eyes began to glow, and he ran the cold steel of his knife over the boy's tongue. "Taste good? Heard you like the taste of blood, how would you like to taste your own?" When the boy pulled his tongue back in again, Marcellus stood up straight, before nodding. "Quite." Looking over to see Augustus' head buried into Skye, with Skye's arm around him....well anyone else would have thought it was a cute sight. Indeed it was, and Augusus was quite enjoying it...or he would have been, if he could have been thinking straight. Instead he was just glad the pain was slowly, very slowly, edging away. Marcellus just thought it was the perfect moment....to ruin. Standing up again, Marcellus grabbed Augustus hair and pulled the boy's face out of Skye, laughing. "Oh. You are so interesting, aren't you? You and your little love interest. Too bad he's going to die before he'll find out. I doubt you would have worked out anyways." Whacking Augustus across the head again, laughing as he did so, Marcellus completely ignored everything that Skye had just said. Auggie, hadn't understood a word of what anyone was saying, let alone what Marcy had just said. Otherwise Marcellus would have been dead. Instead, Augustus had given another groan as he felt the gun yet again go acoss his head. He was sure he was seeing stars. Closing his eyes and burying his head yet again into Skye, giving a sad low moan, Augustus had no clue what was happening. Ah god. It hurt. Instant migraine, anyone? Returning to his seat, Marcy gave a nod. "You're pretty face is useful, Sion....quite....pretty indeed."

[Noel]

Well, that would be what Skye would be saying when it finally came time for him to leave. He'd want Augustus to come with him, away from the horrors of the Council. Run away from it all. With any luck, Skye would be able to convince him too, but they would just have to wait and see it that would work. "Hmn... I'd think from all the idiotic things you say, you're mind wouldn't be able to handle thinking. Good, I'm proud of you little one." Sion's voice adapted that of an adult talking to someone far younger, probably a toddler. "I've already had Caesar favoring me, so another Lithisu falling to my heels isn't new." Sion added with a grin, before his attention had been taken by the blood. Oh... that was distracting. Very distraction. Sion loved blood, obviously. Not quite like Caesar did, but to him, it tastes great and was an entirely overwhelming scent. When Marcellus cut along his arm, Sion's eyes followed the now blood-stained knife, pupil's dilating against his will. The urge to just touch it, make more of it appear, even taste it... all of it was terrible for Sion. "Hey, it's fun. Don't hate on blood." He was distracted though, and his tone was mostly blank. Sion jumped slightly as the blood was flicked at him, making a small mark on his cheek. Absentmindedly touching it, Sion stared at the red finger for a moment, before sucking it off as he usually did with blood. "Tastes pretty good." He told Marcellus with a grin, as if that were some great honor. "I'm weird?" Was all he said, giving an incredulous look at Marcy, and that was all Sion needed to say. Marcellus obviously didn't value 'unimportant' lives at all, given his lack of caring about killing Skye and Sion." Oh I pity your ugly little face, don't worry. It's your own fault for not killing Caesar you know." Sion said cheerfully.  " Yes, please do put off the surgery, I like my face as is."' At that, Sion ran a hand through his hair in exaggerated slow motion. Like Skye's it had grown on the long end of things, and since he had been denied anything sharp, Sion had been unable to cut it. For the first time in years, it grew in it's natural color, a dark brown, which irked Sion to no end. Right then though, he was a bit more focused on the sadistic Lithius in front of him. Sadistic Marcellus certainly was. "Hey, not my fault I never went to school. Kinda sad that despite that I'm still smarter then, eh? Yeah, I don't have papers and I have Rei for a twin. But she's still better then, say, Caesar. Or Aleia. Or yourself." Sion just laughed, once again fighting off anger. How he wanted to attack this boy, especially now that he had been cutting into his arm... "Oh of course, he-who-calls-people-peasants, you are so very modern in your ways of speaking." Rolling his eyes, Sion ended that matter there. Unable to completely hide his disgust at the dress idea, Sion was practically having to scream at himself not to attack Marcellus. "Um, nope, sorry. Not interested." Sion was quite content with his usual garb; pants, teeshirt, and a cloak or hooded coat was all cared for. A dress he would sooner die then wear, especially after the incident with Caesar. Changing the subject seemed like a great idea, which Sion did. "Killing me would be a bit of a bummer. Insuperiors can kill those above them, it's just not very nice, and I'd rather you didn't." Sion knew better then to move while there was a knife pressed against his tongue, let soon try to talk, and he only do much as dared to breath after Marcellus had pulled away. "Blood yea, it's very nice. Not my own though. And definitely not metal." Making an 'ew' face, Sion shook his head as if to get rid of the taste of the knife. Skye had been content with just lying there with Auggie, if not for the issue of that boy being in pain. When Marcy walked over to them, for Auggie's sake Skye forced himself to say nothing, gently grading the older boy as best he could nice Marcellus let go of him. Trauma was a bonding experience after all, and Skye, having lived his share and more of head wounds, knew how much pain Augustus must have been in. What Marcellus had said...live interest... Skye had pushed it aside as the ramblings of an insane Lithius. That would haunt him for awhile yet... Sion quickly tried to get the attention away front the probably concussed Auggie, especially before Skye could speak. "Yes, it is quite useful, or at least it was before I got trapped here and all. But even you Council people seem to fall for it, so things could be worse." 

[ElementalInsanity]

If Skye said that he wanted Augustus to leave, with him....then yes, most likely Augustus would leave. Augustus dearly liked Skye. "Why thank you, my idiotic friend. With how idiotic you are in everything you do, I'm surprised you can even handle talking! I'm proud of you too!" Marcellus replied, taking on the same tone and sounding much too happy about it. Gently tapping the side of Sion's face and giving him a happy little coo, before he broke into a small fit of laughter. "Oh, Sion. I fall to no one's heels. Yes, you are quite....attractive. But keep up with that attitude, and you'll get no where with me." Laughing again when he saw the boy all too distracted and involved with his new cut, Marcellus rolled his eyes. The boy was like Caesar. Cut yourself, and you could easily get their attention. "Ah, I never said I was hating on blood, now did I?" Was the whispered reply, watching as Sion's pupils dilated. Hmm. Something about that all was very.......attractive. Though when Sion licked his finger of his blood, Marcellus gave a him a 'What the hell are you on?' look, before standing up. Leaning over next to Sion, he held out his arm. "Oh yes? With how you said that, I'll take that as a compliment.....want more?" Giving a wicked little grin at that, Marcellus then nodded. "Indeed you are weird. Glad that you admitted it. The first step to getting help is admitting your problems." Nodding at that, Marcellus grabbed his chair with his other arm and pulled it over to him, so that he could sit in it while still holding out his arm to Sion. "Oh how on earth could I kill Caesar? He is my pet after all. Such a fun toy~ Besides, I'm his mentor. Do you know how long it took to train him? Admittedly he might not have been exactly like he is if it weren't for me." He said this proudly, as if it were some great accomplisment. "Though that freak was insane to begin with...." Watching Sion when he ran his hand through his hair, looking quite ridiculous, the oldest Lithius began laughing, and laughing hard. Snorting again, he finally managed to speak, though he was still giggling. "Oh yes Sion. You're face is very lovely indeed. But I never said anything else about you was. That hair...well you don't even need to look at it to know it's terrible. I do believe that brown is your natural hair color? It's nice. A short hair cut and it could be cool. Brown with white tips. I'll arrange that soon, as now Servant of mine will represent me looking like you do." Marcellus personally liked Sion's hair....if it weren't some ridiculous looking long....thing. It wasn't even a hair style. Actually no, it was. It was the, 'I've been trapped in this damn Building for far too long with freaking Caesar and no way to cut it or dye it.' Quite an interesting hair style. "No, it isn't your fault. But, you are far from smarter, idiot. If you were smarter you would bow down to my feet and shut the hell up. But instead you keep running your mouth as an idiot would. And I am modern in my speaking, not like I all of a sudden go gangster talk or whatever. But I do not talk like ye-old-fool back there who wont shut up from his groaning. Though I guess I am to blame for his pain....haha..." Seeing Sion's disgust, he gave an exagerated sigh before waving his hand. "Fine. Fine. But I will get you in a dress yet, Sion. Mark my words." A demented smile spread across his face, before he gave a little laugh. "Or maybe I wont. But at some point, I will go through with that threat. A dress, or nothing at all." Holding a knife to Sion's tongue had actually been quite fun. This boy was fun. More entertainment then he had had for a very long time. "I don't understand you or Caesar, with your weird taste for blood. But I think metal tastes just fine." Running his own tongue along one the blunt side of his knife, Marcellus gave a shrug, before replacing his knife in it's hiding position in his cloak.
Augustus, if he could have been thinking straight, would have loved being there with Skye. Just his head buried against the younger boy, with the boy's arm having been wrapped around him. Of course, he couldn't think straight, that was the problem. His head hurt much too badly, that he was trying to block out sounds. The only thing that his mind was able to focus on was that he was slighly warm, and that whatever he had his head buried into had a good scent......a nice one....one he liked....head pounding, all he could do was just....nothing really.

[Noel]

Then that was good, because that would be what Skye would say. "Oh Marcellus, you still don't understand. Being superior to you, anything you can do I have to be able to." Sion answered with a disappointed shake of his head, giving a small laugh at the older boy's creepily happy tone. Rolling his eyes, something he was doing an awful lot recently, when Marcellus lightly tapped the side of his face with that happy coo of his. Luckily, unlike Caesar, Marcy laughed after it. So it was a bit less disturbing then when that crazed boy tried anything like that, and Sion kept himself from pulling away. "You make it sound like I want to get somewhere with you." SIon answered half-heartedly, more focused on the blood coming form Marcellus' arm. "It is a compliment. Some blood tastes like crap." Sion also managed to say, his vision locked on the blood. He didn't say anything about the comment that he was weird, since Marcellus had offered his arm out. Sion's self control entirely broke. He wasn't 'on anything' like Marcy's look suggested, but blood was like a drug to him. "You trained him? That might explain something here." Sion managed to say, fighting off the urge to lick the blood off those cuts. To his credit, he lasted, but that wouldn't last long. "Yeah, the brown's natural. And it's too damn long. You paranoid people won't even let me get a pair of scissors." It was the look of a prisoner, since that was what Sion was. He had been meaning to find something to at least tie it back in some small ponytail, mimicking Skye, but he hadn't found anything good to do that with. "Hm? Better find someone else, I ain't serving an insuperior." Sion would not let himself be Marcy's servant, or so he would say. He would probably end up without a choice. "And yet, I am smarter, 'running my mouth', and enjoying it." Tone cheery, Sion obviously wasn't thinking much about how everything he said could kill him. He hadn't even been hurt yet though, so perhaps the stupidity was slightly justified. "So I take it you didn't get the message that people haven't been called peasants for a few hundred years?" Giving another eyetwitch at the dress suggestion, Sion was having a hard time not shuddering. No, he was not wearing something like that, especially not after that incident with Caesar. "How about no?" He suggested simply, still trying to swallow away the taste of the metal. Ew. To Sion, the taste of metal was nasty. And yet he loved the metallic taste of blood, but it's not like anything about Sion made much sense. When Marcellus again brought up blood, Sion's eyes relocked on the boy's cut arm. "Well, we're the descendants of vampires or something, aren't we? Besides, it tastes good." That was all he said, barely even noticing Marcellus lick the knife. Right then, Sion's self control cracked. Lightly grabbing Marcellus' forearm with his hand, which was still in front of him, Sion brought the arm to his mouth and sucked the blood right off the cuts. There was no missing the obsessed look on Sion's face, his pupils growing to be most of his eye. It wasn't quite like Caesar's love of Sion's blood; Sion loved almost all blood, but Marcellus' still tasted fairly good in comparison to most others to Sion. He stayed there for a long moment, before pulling away, his mouth red with the other boy's blood

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[ElementalInsanity]

"No. The one who is not understanding is you-" Marcellus said, before breaking off into a yawn. Acting as if this whole thing were very boring, he reached into his coat and grabbed out his gun, making sure the safety was indeed off this time, before lazily pointing it at Sion. "What you don't seem to understand, is that if you say you are superior, once more, I will put a bullet in your head. Not joking. Think you can do that better, even without a gun? Idiot." Marcellus could stand quite a number of things, especially with this amusing boy. One thing he was not going to tolerate was a lowly Servant continuing to say and think he was superior. Everything showed that Marcellus had the upper hand. But really, if Sion said it once more...Marcellus would kill him. One of high standing did not tollerate a lesser subject who continued with wrong thinking. Laughing when Sion replied, sounding quite distant, Marcellus gave a shrug. "Perhaps you do. I can take you to high places. Give you....somewhat of an immunity against the Council. You should be honored I'm even considering you." He made it sound as if it were such a high privelege for Sion to even be acknowledged by him. Which, actually, it was. With all the disrespect that Sion had given him, usually anyone else would have been shot through the head. But it was fun talking back and forth with this Lithius. "I did infact train little Caesar. Quite the...fun time we had." Just sitting there, holding out his arm was getting tiring. Baiting Sion was so fun though...watching the boy stare at his cut, seeing him become transfixed....quite fun indeed. And so he propped his arm up with his knee, looking over Sion's hair when the boy talked about it. Nodding, Marcellus gave a sigh. "Yes...but you have a reputation, no? I don't exactly want to give Sion a pair of scissors. You might kill me or my pet while we sleep. I will lok into getting you a short hair cut. Personally I like the brown...." Eyes trailing over Sion's body and his attire, Marcellus gave a little smug look. "Yet another way I'm superior to your own pathetic self. I have actual clothes. And look nice, even if your face is prettier. You actually look quite....girlish with that awful hair." Chuckling, he gave a shake of his head as if there wasn't anything to be done to fix Sion. Perhaps there wasn't.... However, Sion was becoming Marcy's servant, and he needed to come to terms with that. Marcellus would stick a toothbrush in Sion's hand and force him to scrub the floor with it, while holding a gun to his head. Just to show who was in charge. Ignoring two of the things Sion said with just a roll of his eyes, Marcellus looked over to see Augustus....unconscious? Who knew, but his head was snuggled into Skye. A cute sight, but an annoying one. Marcellus felt like he nedeed to cause him pain..... "The message? Haha. I use what wording I wish, peasant." Giving a snort, the Lithius set his head in his hand, watching the other Lithius carefully, giving a dark little smirk. He could see Sion's gaze on his arm again... "Vampires? No. That part of our history is very much a myth. There was a genetic mutation, and thus we came about. Vampires may have been in our line, but they did not cause us. And I don't understand you, Sion. Tastes good? .........ew." Giving a small gasp when Sion grabbed his arm, before giving another his as he felt Sion sucking at his cut. Ignoring the very disturbing and odd feeling of having Sion do that, Marcellus instead just watched the boy, face going from disgusted to a dark and twisted, Marcellus watched the other boy's eyes....oh how lovely they were in this moment. Marcellus would surely take it as a compliment that Sion liked his blood in comparison to others. Giving a silent sigh of relief when Sion pulled away, looking at his arm in disgust, after all Sion couldn't have done that and not left any.....saliva, Marcy looked up at the boy, giving him a little grin. "I like this look on you. My blood in your mouth...quite nice. And attractive, I must admit." Using his thumb and wiping a bit of blood off the bottom of Sion's lip, Marcellus gave a creepy little smile. "Finished? If not, I quite enjoy watching you.......very hot....in a disturbing little way." He asked the other Lithius is a small whisper, giving a wink.

[Noel]

"Not my fault I don't have a gun." Sion pouted when Marcellus pulled out a weapon, pointing it at his head. Even Sion didn't say anything, knowing it would cost him his life. Sion would never admit to being a Servant, but he would shut up about the superiority thing for the sake of leaving his head intact. "....how about twice more then?" But Sion didn't risk trying it, for his own sake. Marcellus had the upper hand in everything and Sion knew it, but he just liked to be annoying and argue otherwise. Giving an exaggerated sigh, Sion once again pushed his irritating hair back behind his ears. "Reputation indeed. But your pet has one too, doesn't he? And he seems to have a lot of pointy objects." Sion could kill a half dozen or so people with scissors in maybe an hour. Not giving him anything sharp at all was a good idea on the Council's part, for obvious reasons. Rolling his eyes yet again when Marcellus gaze trailed over him, Sion stuck out his tongue again at the smug look. "Yeah yeah, you have a fancy medieval cloak. Very... scary." Giving a little laugh, Sion again flipped him off. "Girlish, but still prettier then you." Fixing Sion would be very difficult to say the least. The boy was stupid, and determined, a terrible mix. Sion would refuse to do whatever Marcellus tried, even at the risk of his life, being idiotic and all.
Skye was still holding onto Augustus with his arm gently wrapped around him, with his eye closed and probably also asleep. Who knew. The last thing those two boys needed was pain, in one of their rare peaceful moments, even if one of them had just taken two head blows. Hopefully Sion would keep Marcy distracted.
"You just sound stupid though." Sion said simply, with a shrug. He was focused on Marcellus's blood again, as Sion often was. "It is? Okay, fine. We're the decedents of a blood-sucking genetic mutation. Happy?" And then he was sucking the blood off Marcellus' cuts, which took his attention away from anything else. When the blood was gone and Sion pulled away, there was a mad little grin on his face, and he didn't even pull away when Marcy wiped the blood off his bottom lip. "Yeah, finished. You'll notice the blood is kinda gone." Sion gestured to Marcellus' cuts, which weren't bleeding anymore, and Sion had kinda sucked off the extra blood. To say the least it was a bit of a turn-on for Sion, given the dilated pupils and not caring about the whisper and wink.