The Hunger awaits
"A battle of wits and ideology," Credius calmly raised the glass in his hand towards one of the bookshelves along the walls of the study, showing a slight grin. "If only you knew how many wars have been started simply because two or more parties couldn't find a compromise between their beliefs and their ambitions. Forcing an ideology upon others comes at a cost, a cost most only tend to pay when payment has been long overdue, usually at the expense of their own success. In these walls, in this palace, in this system only one ideology has been adhered, the ideology that the strongest survives..."
Sitting down in one of the chairs, the marquis simply looked at the preceedings between the two men, interested in how they would tend to their differences, how they'd find peace on common ground. Credius knew there was some sort of way to find compromise, more than one way even, most of which involved him stepping in, but some did not require such action and he was not inclined to do so yet, either. He knew out of experience that meddling, intervening in discussions would not bring about peace, but would create tension, sometimes ventilation of that tension would go into the wrong direction and he preferred to avoid such issues. So rather than intervene, he would firstly observe, see how Cid and the bounty hunter would either come to an agreement or some sort of compromise between their beliefs, as he did desire to have both of them in his employ, not willing to be limited by the dogma and ideology of one to the other.
He watched on as the discussion seemed to heat up, how the bounty hunter walked over to the only door to the study, snapping the lock of the door into place, drawing out a slight grin from the marquis as he continued to observe this growing conflict of desires and ambitions. However, the discussion took a turn for the worst, when the bounty hunter seemed to decide to take an overly assertive stance, thinking himself master in the room, showing an arrogance that would no doubt be the death of him if he was not taught a proper lesson, after all...he had apparently decided to threaten Credius' assets now and if there was one thing the marquis did NOT allow, it was someone thinking they could threaten him and his assets without any repercussions.
"I think you are greatly mistaken...boy," The marquis' voice dropped an octave or two, his silvery white eyes had turned completely amber-colored, as the room seemed to have turned a lot colder, the air a lot denser and even the light itself seemed to dim out slightly. He placed the glass down on the small table between the two comfortable chairs in the study, small sparks and whisps of black electricity showing as his hand gently touched the rim of the glass. "You come into my house, reveal to me the fact that some fool has placed a price on my head and you treat an honored guest of mine with contempt and arrogance. I do not mind for trivialities such as one's ideology or one's ambitions as long as they do not suit my own. However, when they do suit my own, I greatly take interest in them and I protect those carrying those ideologies and ambitions..."
Standing up from his chair, the marquis turned towards Renn, his skin a lot paler than earlier, blue cracks and veins appearing near his eyes as one of his hands rose slightly upwards, the black sparks of electricity now clearly visible, dancing around his fingers. "Do not overstate your own greed and power when you are in my presence, child. To me anything on this planet is but an ant, scurrying for their next meal, bowing their heads in servitude to a greater being, never knowing who resides within the shadows that guide them. Your threats hold no meaning before me, so be a good boy and sit down...before I change my mind on how far your usefulness goes."
[member="Damascus Cid"] [member="Renn Garrick"]
Sitting down in one of the chairs, the marquis simply looked at the preceedings between the two men, interested in how they would tend to their differences, how they'd find peace on common ground. Credius knew there was some sort of way to find compromise, more than one way even, most of which involved him stepping in, but some did not require such action and he was not inclined to do so yet, either. He knew out of experience that meddling, intervening in discussions would not bring about peace, but would create tension, sometimes ventilation of that tension would go into the wrong direction and he preferred to avoid such issues. So rather than intervene, he would firstly observe, see how Cid and the bounty hunter would either come to an agreement or some sort of compromise between their beliefs, as he did desire to have both of them in his employ, not willing to be limited by the dogma and ideology of one to the other.
He watched on as the discussion seemed to heat up, how the bounty hunter walked over to the only door to the study, snapping the lock of the door into place, drawing out a slight grin from the marquis as he continued to observe this growing conflict of desires and ambitions. However, the discussion took a turn for the worst, when the bounty hunter seemed to decide to take an overly assertive stance, thinking himself master in the room, showing an arrogance that would no doubt be the death of him if he was not taught a proper lesson, after all...he had apparently decided to threaten Credius' assets now and if there was one thing the marquis did NOT allow, it was someone thinking they could threaten him and his assets without any repercussions.
"I think you are greatly mistaken...boy," The marquis' voice dropped an octave or two, his silvery white eyes had turned completely amber-colored, as the room seemed to have turned a lot colder, the air a lot denser and even the light itself seemed to dim out slightly. He placed the glass down on the small table between the two comfortable chairs in the study, small sparks and whisps of black electricity showing as his hand gently touched the rim of the glass. "You come into my house, reveal to me the fact that some fool has placed a price on my head and you treat an honored guest of mine with contempt and arrogance. I do not mind for trivialities such as one's ideology or one's ambitions as long as they do not suit my own. However, when they do suit my own, I greatly take interest in them and I protect those carrying those ideologies and ambitions..."
Standing up from his chair, the marquis turned towards Renn, his skin a lot paler than earlier, blue cracks and veins appearing near his eyes as one of his hands rose slightly upwards, the black sparks of electricity now clearly visible, dancing around his fingers. "Do not overstate your own greed and power when you are in my presence, child. To me anything on this planet is but an ant, scurrying for their next meal, bowing their heads in servitude to a greater being, never knowing who resides within the shadows that guide them. Your threats hold no meaning before me, so be a good boy and sit down...before I change my mind on how far your usefulness goes."
[member="Damascus Cid"] [member="Renn Garrick"]
