Wing City PlazaMarcus Sheffield

A soldier haunted by his shortcomings.

a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Ottoman

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Description

General Information

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Full Name: Marcus Mustafa Sheffield

Titles
Duke-in-Exile of Terra,
Secretary General of the Party for the Reclamation of Terran Sovereignty

Monikers: "The Corporal"

Birthdate: August 9th

Age: 26 Years

Gender: Male

Bloodtype: O+

Species: Human

Race: Anglo-Turk

Occupation: Nightwatch Leader

Social Class: Lower

Orientation: Heterosexual


Physical Information


Apparent Age: Early Thirties

Voice: Baritone

Overall Attractiveness: Average

Eye Color: Blue

Glasses or Contacts? Used to wear glasses, the military financed eye surgery, however.

Hair Color: Brown

Hairstyle: High and tight

Weight: 83.2 kg

Height: 1.8 meters

Skintone: Mediterranean

Personality

Persona


Favorites:
Color: Orange
Music: Aggrotech
Literature: Histories
Expression: Distant
Curse: Shit
Mode of Transportation: Car

Habits:
Drinking: Yes
Smoking: Yes
Mannerisms: Yawning occasionally, tapping his feet, biting his lip.

Optimist or Pessimist? Pessimist

Introvert or Extrovert? Extrovert

Logical or Emotional? Logical

Business or Pleasure? Business

Confident? Somewhat.

Animal Lover? Eh.

Greatest Strength: Passionate

Greatest Weakness: Alcoholism

Priority: Protect Terra

Philosophy: Kill the Aschen

Pressure Point: Family
Is this obvious? He avoids the subject like the plague unless he's inebriated, his sober reaction being rather solemn, while his drunken one tends to take on a more aggressive stance.

Most comfortable when drinking, inebriated, speaking, or with his men.

Least comfortable when speaking of his family.

Religion: Atheist

Political Affiliation: National Socialist

History

"Why, you ask, am I not an NCO? That's simple, not like my citations.
NCOs protect their men, their family.
Mine's already gone."


Background


Familial Relations:
Mother:
Seda Mustafa Sheffield, 62 years, deceased
Relations with: N/A
Father:
Allen Baden Sheffield, 59 years, deceased
Relations with: N/A
Brother(s): N/A
Relations with: N/A
Sister(s):
Haley Mustafa Sheffield, 22 years, deceased
Relations with: N/A
Spouse:
Monika Leigh Sheffield, 27 years, separated
Relations with: N/A
Children:
Alexander Miklos Sheffield, 4 years, deceased
Relations with: N/A
Farah Leigh Sheffield, 1 year, deceased
Relations with: N/A

Hometown: Istanbul, Turkey

Type of childhood: Exposed, social

First Memory: Watching the sun rise over the bay.

Education: Primary, secondary, military training and a two years associate's degree.

So begins...

Marcus Sheffield's Story

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Setting: Gambit's Bar2011-11-01 05:39:23, as written by Ottoman
Marcus' mouse-grey fatigues rustled, the polyester in their weave betraying their nature as he shifted to look at the woman, and it was at about this point that he actually bothered to look her over. He couldn't quite put his finger on the adjective he was mentally searching for, and so after a few minutes he didn't bother trying. It'd come to him soon enough, rather, he began to listen to just what it was she had said. He returned her greeting as best he could, not entirely understanding her first word, nodding his head as he spoke, "To you as well."

He looked back to his menu, idly flicking through the thing with his right index finger, not much caring what it was he drank so long as he imbibed. He did shoot a spare glance in her direction as her drink arrived, just some simple hooch, vodka perhaps. A good choice. But it wasn't a moment thereafter that she spoke, again, proposing a toast, on her, in the name of lost souls. Lost souls.

Over ninety million dead in initial estimates, we still have yet to confirm any of this...


Damn them, each and every one.

He closed his eyes for a moment and sighed, he didn't wish to seem rude to the woman, especially after she'd offered to buy him a drink, and he offered a counter proposal within a moment, "Only if I'm allowed to return the favor."

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Setting: Gambit's Bar2011-11-01 06:02:24, as written by Ottoman
The glass glided across the counter to his domain, the liquid remaining in the vessel for the most part, and, taking it up, didn't wish to appear rude. He knocked it back as he had planned to do many more this evening, but her invitation rang in his ears. It was a rather tempting offer, to be sure. This secluded grumbling, constant drinking, and isolationist nature... they weren't him, at least not the him that he remembered before the glassing. An evening with someone could be a nice change of pace, especially someone who wasn't in a uniform. "That sounds... capital." He had paused mid-sentence, his mind still lingering on just what it was that'd brought such a fiery memory back to him, but he looked to the woman and smirked, asking, "Where to?"

To be honest, he hadn't bothered much with playing for months, at least not blackjack. He had one or two games of poker with the men, but that went over rather poorly with upper echelons. But, it's not like he set out to win. It's not the prize that drives, it's the journey. "I must warn you, I'm a bit rusty with it."

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Setting: Gambit's Bar2011-11-01 07:11:58, as written by Ottoman
Marcus' glass took a path not dissimilar to her own, its contents emptied into his gullet with not but a passing moment in between. He didn't bother much with tasting the stuff, that wasn't why he drank. He sat his glass down, however, unlike Ari, right side up still. His mind must've slipped for a moment as there was soon a card at his disposal, one that he had yet to examine-an err he'd have to remedy before too long.

His left hand went to his card, which he had yet to inspect, as the woman, who soon introduced herself as Ari, spoke. Odd, he was about to ask just what her name was. He met her gaze as she finished, looking up from his card with his own azure eyes, pondering just how he'd give her his name. She herself had said that this was casual, no need for titles, even if one was clad in their uniform. "Marcus. I was about to say the same." He leaned back for a moment, looking now to his sticks, which he ran his fingers over, slowly.

"If you don't mind my asking, what is it you're speaking?"

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Setting: Gambit's Bar2011-11-01 07:36:05, as written by Ottoman
Ri'ehn. Odd name, he didn't recognize it, at least not in anything he'd read recently. One of the few things he ever did much of, outside of drinking, was read. History especially, not like it mattered all that much, since so many of the places were gone, but it was good to know one's heritage. Ri'ehn, his mind raking itself for any other time the word had come up, and he drew a mental blank. Again the thought occurred to him that she was an off-worlder, but she wasn't that bad. She beat the Hell out of the tourists.

He was about to ask something along the lines of just what the name meant, if anything, and where it was from when another entered, a woman, appearing young enough to fool Marcus. He turned to look at her, shifting in his fatigues as he did such, and offered her the same greeting as Ari, "Evening, bayan."

He left the two to their business as he checked his card, and lingered for a moment, not sure just how to take it before he realized what it was worth. Quietly, he hummed to himself as we waited for things to proceed, not wanting to interrupt their business. It was obvious the newcomer was some kind of policewoman, though he wasn't entirely sure just what.

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Setting: Gambit's Bar2011-11-01 07:53:13, as written by Ottoman
He was rather keen to stay in his own little world, his dominion of the bar, until the word Aschen came up. With it came a rather tired sigh from Marcus, who narrowed his eyes and glanced to the two, who were speaking with each other. He turned back, instead, to his cards, which he now examined with renewed interest, trying to get the previous topic flushed from his mind as quickly as possible. He didn't like to dwell on it, it wasn't very healthy. A jack of spades. Not the worst thing he could get, by any means, and, taking his tried and overly tested strategy to heart still, he made his move, answering Ari only moments after she inquired. "Stand."

He tapped the card with his right index finger, drawing back in anticipation, though he was distracted, for a moment by the Aschen who had just arrived. He bowed his head in response, "Marcus Sheffield, merhaba. A pleasure."

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Setting: Gambit's Bar2011-11-01 08:13:35, as written by Ottoman
In response to Ari, Marcus didn't speak, preferring to slide forth a handful of the matchsticks silently, a small smirk trying to make itself known on his face. Something which he soon drowned out with the menu for the bar, flicking through choices as idly as before, his right index finger lightly tapping each of the holograms before sending them on their way, finding their contents to be, for lack of a better term, undesirable. He paused, for a moment, looking to Marlene, taking a moment or two before he spoke, "Want anything?" The offer was genuine, he had offered a counter-toast to Ari's earlier one, and he still had yet to make good on it.

He was, however, rather excited to see how the game went. Ironic, considering Marcus, he was a rather nonchalant individual most of the time, no matter if he was sober or inebriated. But this... well, this was different. Change did a man good every now and then. Marlene, however, soon asked a question of her own, inquiring as to him. Odd. He wasn't that interesting. Allowing his smirk to show, he answered as concisely as he could, "Me? Just a corporal in the service. Nothing terribly exciting."

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Setting: Gambit's Bar2011-11-04 00:31:25, as written by Ottoman
It had been a handful of days since he'd last been here, and something of a shame that. It was a rather refreshing experience playing cards with that woman. Ari. That's the name. A nice change from simply drinking one's self under the table, especially after a few days worth of keeping some of the most surprising idiots he'd ever have the displeasure of overseeing... if only they were what drove him to drink. He'd meant to come back before this, but the thought had just slipped his mind in recent days, having, oddly enough, been out and about the town rather than spending the evening crawling into a bottle.

But, what else was he going to do with his pay? Shrugging to the mental question as the door to the place slid open, revealing the rather familiar interior that he'd grown accustomed to during his deployment. Taking his usual seat at the bar, conveniently not occupied by someone else this time, he soon brought up the holographic menu, his fatigues rustling as he leaned forward. His gloved hand flicking through the categories with disinterest as the other tossed his field cap onto the bar, rather pleased to simply be back in a more familiar place. Terra wasn't the same since the glassing, and if anyone knew that, it was Marcus.

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Setting: Gambit's Bar2011-11-04 00:56:21, as written by Ottoman
To be honest, Marcus really wasn't paying attention to his six when he moved to sit, and remained rather blissfully ignorant as the woman narrowly avoided something of a collision with him, as he was likely better off without it. The noise of her heels, however, drew a curious glance from him, away from his holo menu. Might as well, right? It would've been all he shot in her direction if it wasn't for her rather violent treatment of the bar itself, his gaze lingering a bit longer as his eyes darted from her to the surrounding area.

Probably another Aschen.

Her inspection of her seating was something that really made him ponder this, as he really hadn't ever noticed anyone do such a thing in the establishment prior to this encounter. Whatever the case though, she sure held herself like one of the haughty bastards, and he remarked, under his breath, "Something's up her ass." He sighed afterwards though, staring at the menu for a few seconds before deciding to take the initiative, he might as well, anyway... "Something the matter?" He asked, really not knowing what kind of floodgate he'd unleash.

Given, it wasn't long after this that a burst of flame erupted nearby which he looked to with rather puzzled eyes, but seeing how there really didn't seem to be much immediate threat thereafter, his eyelids returned to their traditional slouch and his eyes to the woman.

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Setting: Gambit's Bar2011-11-04 01:44:39, as written by Ottoman
He hadn't been waiting for but a moment when another patron collided with him, almost upsetting his balance as they did so. With a cold glance, he looked to just who it was, and that frosty glare began to warm itself in his breast. An Aschen, as usual. No regard for anyone but themselves. He looked back to the digital menu, ordering a shot of vodka, the cheap, hard shit, and he tried to calm himself as best he could. Tanrım, he thought to himself, ... elimi muaftır. He didn't hold strong in his belief, but in times of trial, one couldn't help but revert to their base instincts.

With that out of the way, the woman began to speak, almost on cue, and, to be honest, she sounded rather enticing. Sheffield shot her another glance, this time with his right eyebrow cocked at a rakish angle, and watched as she looked to him. It didn't take but a moment, however, for her to ruin it for him, asking just where he was from. Wrong question.

"Nowhere important." He answered coldly after a few moments of deliberation, having removed his gaze from her.

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Setting: Gambit's Bar2011-11-04 02:06:05, as written by Ottoman
Marcus drew his lips apart at this, his mouth not quite sure whether it wanted to form itself into a smirk or a frown. Were he either inebriated or not in the presence of the Aschen, he might've found the suggestion somewhat humorous, but instead he remained rather still. Save for his right hand, which arched over his shoulder as he flipped him the bird. Taking the shot glass, which soon found itself in a rather convenient locale near him, in his left hand, he sent it back, welcoming the rotgut with open arms, so to speak. "I'd be more worried about that if I were you." He left the insinuation dangling in the air, not bothering to look at him as he readied another drink on the holo-menu.

The woman, however, couldn't take a hint. It wasn't that she was unattractive physically, such a statement was rather unfitting, but she seemed to be something of a manipulator. Slinking closer to him, in a way that he was almost ready to describe as serpentine, she spoke words that, were he not already on a mental tangent, probably would've had him wrapped around her finger. But she'd already pulled the wrong piece out of the fucking Jenga tower.

"I actually had a rather nice day, today." He said, glancing over her, "At least before I came here, and..." He paused as she placed a hand on his arm, ushering a glance, "... I'm sorry to hear about your misfortune. I'm corporal Sheffield, and..." He placed his hand on hers, a smile that seemed to draw a line between pained and sarcastic made a home on his face, "... I'm not interested." He tossed the hand away, returning again to the new shot that'd made itself home in front of him.

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Setting: Gambit's Bar2011-11-04 02:31:43, as written by Ottoman
His ploy worked, Insha'Allah, and he quickly returned to his drink. His mind got to wandering, mainly as to just what God thought of his drinking here... Well, I know guys who eat pork. Why the fuck not? He mentally shrugged as he shot back another glass, happy to be rid of that snake of a woman. God forbid she return.

In her wake, he found himself rather keen to brood on the Aschen present, some mopey dolt with some brass on his collar was over in the corner whining about how his mother had capped herself or something. Good riddance. Maybe you're finally catching on. He smacked his lips, offering a glance around the bar, even looking to the snake before finally resting on what appeared to be a group of rather slavic stock. They may have been traditional enemies, but their sense of camaraderie was admirable, and he couldn't help but hold a begrudging respect for them. Nothing truly changed however, as he continued with his original plan of just getting hammered.

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Setting: Gambit's Bar2011-12-17 21:57:39, as written by Ottoman
Marcus, on his usual run for when he had time not dealing with most of the little bastards who managed to sneak a whore in or get drunk off-base, approached the bar with his usual step, not knowing just what it was that was going on inside, and stepping inside the door for only but a moment, his eyes soon rested on the scene before it concluded. Blinking as he watched, he mentally debated whether he wanted to deal with this today, and for a moment considered if it was the Aschen who were behind it. Probably not. This was too random and there weren't enough projectiles flying about. With a sigh he muttered to himself, "Fuck this." and made straight for the bar, immediately taking to one of the automated ordering menus.

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Setting: Gambit's Bar2011-12-17 22:06:41, as written by Ottoman
"Shitty. Thanks for asking." He muttered under his breath, knowing the feeling for something which spoke not aloud. God, he thought, looking about the place and over to the disturbing little doll that had made itself present beside him, more of these psychic bastards. He returned to the small shot of vodka which he had ordered, looking forward, again, to trying to forget the misery that his life had become. "And how," He bothered to ask, an angered whisper building in his heart, hoping that he'd have the chance to strangle whatever ass was trying this, "are you today?"

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Setting: Gambit's Bar2011-12-17 22:17:40, as written by Ottoman
The longer this went on the angrier he became. They knew, they fucking knew. Why else would they choose the voice of a little girl, of a girl who, by this time, would've been the same age of Farah. No, these bastards wouldn't be pleased with just destroying his life... they had to torment him with his futility, with his inability to change his fate. He would be a reservist for the rest of his life, and the longer he had to deal with things like this, it wouldn't be that much longer. Central Intelligence was shitting itself with the appearance of some new alien threat, Belkans or whatever the Coalition ships had called them. Hopefully they'd perform a more thorough job than the Aschen. "I'm very sorry to hear."

Fuck this. He didn't come in here to be reminded of them. He came in here to kill as many braincells as he could.

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Setting: Gambit's Bar2011-12-17 22:29:25, as written by Ottoman
No. Things like this were the reasons why he abandoned his faith, the reasons why he considered desertion and leaving for some other miserable little world. He didn't have anything here: no country, no home, no family. Feed her? He couldn't feed any of them! Not his parents, not his wife, not his son, and how could he dare to even speak to the daughter taken from him before he even met her?

And every day he lived here, with the Aschen. Perhaps this would do him some good. There were some out there who would, quite literally, kill, for some of the secrets inside of the Terran military, and to them he might be worth something. Mayhap this would be what would drive him to do something with his life, to be all he could be. "I'm afraid I can't, seeing as you're dead."

He'd have to talk to someone. One quick run through the system and a ship. That'd be enough.

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Setting: Gambit's Bar2011-12-17 22:42:28, as written by Ottoman
Dead? Bullshit. Turkey was nothing but glass now. Ankara was nothing more than a smoulder in some burnt valley. He would play this game only a few moments longer before leaving, though he did hear something from behind him which did ignite a spark of interest -- a pilot. Perhaps he'd speak with this woman, this 'Capsuleer' before he left. She might be of use, if he could pay her for transit somewhere. But then, that was considering that she already had a ship. "Last I checked, Farah, you were with your mother in Ankara. But you wouldn't know about that, would you," He whispered now, "Aschen bitch? Not satisfied with just killing everything, are you?"

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Setting: Gambit's Bar2011-12-17 22:53:22, as written by Ottoman
"Then," He said, standing from his seat, with a tone of finality to his voice that few in his unit dared speak against without the threat of his fist following it, "we have nothing more to speak about. Good day." He spat the final words as he turned his back, the gray fatigues whisperings as their polyester fibers collided with each other, following the wearer to a new seat, namely one beside the one who called herself Grove, and he, for a moment, didn't say anything, stewing mentally on the audacity of the Aschen.

How this paranoia would serve Deep well, that mortal creatures are so eager to flit their loyalties about. At least he wasn't one of those Scatterrans, how unruly they proved.

Sheffield offered Grove a nod in greeting and waited until she had finished her conversation with the bartender before he made his proposition.

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Setting: Gambit's Bar2011-12-17 23:07:24, as written by Ottoman
He ignored the words, being as such wasn't even his charge. He had no reason to pay it, whatever it was, any mind, just like most of the rest of this planet. He didn't serve in the military because he wanted to protect Terra. He served because that was the only thing he knew. He had no purpose left in his life.

However, there were powers present now in Home that would be eager to remedy such an issue.

He offered his gaze to the Capsuleer, but he didn't have much of a chance to speak with her. Perhaps he would have to speak with someone else concerning transport. Or perhaps he just needed to die. If the news broadcasts were to be trusted, the outlying regions of the Coalition would prove quite opportune for such a thing -- the Razorbacks were a warzone after all.

The challenge would be finding transit.

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Setting: Gambit's Bar2011-12-17 23:17:04, as written by Ottoman
Marcus, sensing his chance now, glanced again to Grove, seeing that she was free for the moment, he bothered to open his mouth, asking in a rather nonchalant voice, still unsure whether she would be willing to take the 'job', "I heard you mention that you were a pilot, yes?" An odd question, and one that would reveal that he was eavesdropping, but he didn't have anywhere better to go for the moment. He still rested on his elbows, leaning against the bar as he awaited her response.

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Setting: Gambit's Bar2011-12-17 23:23:05, as written by Ottoman
Marcus turned, his stool spinning about as he rose, in a sense, to help her, offering an arm for her to take up. He winced slightly at the sight, recalling how he'd hit his head the last time without his helmet on. Was a rather bloody affair on the inside of an APC. "Terribly sorry about that, Corporal Sheffield." He paused at that, thinking that soon he might not bear the title, "Feel free to call me Marcus."

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Setting: Gambit's Bar2011-12-17 23:34:53, as written by Ottoman
He mentally shrugged as she brushed off his offer of an arm, and he looked to her, instead, as she stood, his mind focused more on the thought of getting away from this pit of a planet than the woman herself. If there were any thoughts concerning her, it would be for her safety, seeing as he was looking to do this to die. "The same, and you are." He decided to be blunt about things, he never was much of one for dancing around a subject, "Are you opposed to taking a job?" He stepped back, returning gingerly to his former seat as he pondered if she'd take Terran credits in payment.

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Setting: Gambit's Bar2011-12-17 23:46:26, as written by Ottoman
He kept his eyes on her, but only for a lack of anything else to focus on. This place wasn't worth his attention, and with curiosity did he listen to her terms. With a slight inhale of breath did he begin his response, thinking it to be a good place to start, "It's nothing illegal, at least on your part." That much was certainly true, as he believed all of his reasoning to be, "My only concerns being timeliness and your safety." Given, he didn't intend for the latter as sentiment towards her, rather just hoping that his efforts to remedy his life wouldn't ruin someone else's. "The place I intend to go is quite free for transit, at least speaking in terms of currency." Though now he realized that he hadn't given his destination all that much thought, and his mind wracked itself for a moment, his mouth speaking the only name that came to his mind,

"Polis." Polis, if he could've chosen anywhere but... "Razorbacks. Former UCON." Former UCON, how odd that sounded. The state still existed, but it certainly wasn't Coalition territory anymore, at least not according to news broadcasts he'd seen. "One way trip on my part, you wont have to worry about getting me out."

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Setting: Gambit's Bar2011-12-17 23:59:41, as written by Ottoman
A blink came in immediate response, and his own was just as nonchalant, having come quite to terms with it here recently. "To die. Without a trace, preferably. I doubt you'll have much trouble evading whatever meager pursuit that would be launched to investigate my disappearance, or getting to Polis." He then shrugged, looking to the bar for a moment as he pondered, "Unless the Capsuleers aren't as magnificent as you seem to insinuate." She seemed the haughty type, at least in regard to her profession. Hopefully the jab would spark something.

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Setting: Gambit's Bar2011-12-18 00:14:32, as written by Ottoman
Oh, if only such was easy to explain. A wide variety of reasons simply coming together as part of some sick equation by fate to make his life miserable. "I would say it's simple, but I'd be lying, and judging from the precedent," he looked back to her now, blinking as he met her gaze, "... you don't care very much for that. I could sum it up in one word, both a noun and an adjective, but that'd be vague. You don't like that either, but I'll still say it -- the Aschen."

He didn't like thinking about this, but it wouldn't get him anywhere if he didn't bother. "I have nothing left to live for. No home, no family, no friends." He could go off and just try and kill every Aschen he'd find, but that would accomplish about as much as kicking a wall repeatedly with one's bare foot before someone shot you. "... out there, I'd just be a bug on something's windshield. No worries to anyone here." If he was still so sentimentally enamored with a God of some kind, he'd probably say something to the end of he wanted to see his family again, but that was impossible. If he was lucky he'd probably breathed a hint of their ashes in the days since the glassing.

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Setting: Gambit's Bar2011-12-18 00:29:39, as written by Ottoman
With a nod he replied, though he didn't speak, at least not for the immediate moment. Thoughts of home filled his mind, of his house, an apartment really, and the bright faces that inhabited it. "Do you have any children, Grove?" The question probably seemed odd, but Marcus had a reason for asking. He could deal with death, that wasn't the issue. His father, mother, brothers and sisters... saddening, no doubt, but not an issue. His wife? Worse, yes, but he could go on. His daughter, much less his son... the feeling was indescribable. To sit in orbit and watch them die, powerless, a father unable to do what he must. All he felt in his life anymore was sorrow and hate, and there was no reason to let either of those continue. "I did."

There was another, however, who stepped up, and with a nod Marcus greeted the man, speaking soon thereafter, "As generous as your offer is, sir, I'm afraid I must decline." He had no use for currency, money couldn't bring them back. "I cannot speak for miss Grove, here, however."