Markus EldridgeWord Count: 945
Markus spoke no words as he followed the pale woman, instead he though to himself. He knew he should be more cautious, more concerned. To be fair, he knew nothing about the woman, and knew very little about the void. Yet, the chaos mage could not get himself to care, to worry, to feel. It was strange, how much his body, his mind, had adapted to the dampener placed upon him by Chaos. Even with it removed his natural state is blank, emotionless, clear. It felt comforting, normal, he had never had an issue turning his brain off, and just doing… nothing.
That was what he was doing now, enjoying the solitude of the place, the vastness of the void, even if he was not alone. He knew, they were so small, it mattered not. In the end he found himself meeting the other mages gaze, his blank eyes matching her red ones. He cared not for the contact, many thought eyes were the windows into the soul. Markus knew, that only was the truth if one used their eyes to hold emotion. Markus’ as always showed nothing, and as such he had no fear to meet any creature, any being, human, god, or otherwise in the eyes.
He listened as she spoke again of the one known as Rui. Now he knew what to look for, at least in part. He nodded to her talking and thanked her for the information. Should he ever find need to speak with those in the West Fiore Trading Company, it would be good to know a name, and have an ally.
Markus contemplated her next offer. After all, if he could hide his mind, even just the surface thoughts, he would feel much better, in the end he spoke up. “I would appreciate the training, and advice. My mind is my own, and even if there is moral codes in your own race it would just make me… sleep better, knowing I have some protection against those not guided by the same codes.” The chaos mage said quite passively. In the end, he did not care to insult her, or praise. He merely felt a way, and would not be swayed differently on that path. It made sense for him to be able to hide this ‘projection’ she had spoken about, after all magic is vast and the mage was certain her race were not the only one with such abilities within the void.
Markus cocked his head as she spoke of the feeling he had within the void. It sounded very much different than his own ability. After all, his was not a tether, but another person pointing his way, one who had lived within the void for millennia. Yet, he felt no need to correct her. If anything, he would learn more of other void dwelling beings. A guiding tether was an interesting though, he wondered just who all could sense where they were going within such a place. Markus himself was only just starting to learn to see the hints and signs of the void as it slithers around the realms.
He listened carefully as she spoke about Death, and its connection to locations and realms, even it seems that of Chaos. Here could care less when she spoke of their orders, their hunting, their job. That of the realm he had visited by accident Markus assumed. She soke of how they learned, how they got their orders. Then she spoke of children, and of a much harder job. Markus cocked his head. He honestly did not care, it was the cycle of things as Chaos had informed him. Death, Destruction, Creation, Life, it was all the same to her, a cycle, never ending, tireless. He could care less when she said she had killed children, on orders. As far as he was concerned that meant it was their time. The chaos mage himself had never killed a child, but he had never needed to, and he took orders from no one but himself. In the end, it was her finally comment that threw him for a loop. It was so random, so strange. Compartmentalization was one of the few things the chaos mage excelled at. Taking a life, saving a life, he never cared for. Until his dampener was removed emotions were nonexistent for him, and even now only few things, few people, brought those out of him.
“It sounds like you did what you had to, I do not fault your choices. Orders or no orders, your whims are your own.” The chaos mage said passively. She had said it herself, there are Reapers that went off the scroll, even if they were punished that meant she had a choice in everything she did, and from what he could tell she did not regret giving them an early end, putting them out of their suffering as she put it.
When they finally stopped, she watched as her clothes changed, and warped. He raised a curios eyebrow but was unsurprised. His own Vestments, created over the last two years with void magic, did much the same thing. Adapting to his whims and desires. Shrugging his shoulders, he willed his outfit to change in such a way that it did not stand own to her own. Becoming a black suit, with white accents. After all, wearing a heavy sleeveless coat with much of his chest showing looked out of place in most locations.
He did not question her when he was told to move forward and passed through the portal passively, touching the edges of his magic just in case things turned violent.