[Center]Isaac Markeel[/Center]

Isaac was willing to listen intently as the strange creature spoke about her position in life: with no hint of any modesty and without a single moment of subtlety about its speech. The creature that had repulsed him before was suddenly so much easier to stand: and what had been disgust and fury at the meeting initially was so radically different. He felt…transfixed by whatever this anomaly was. 

The arrival of the waiter was a small blessing, as it snapped Isaac out of a moment of stupor as he pondered the thoughts in his mind. A small part of him was thrown off by the situation, but the rest was so focused on BB that it simply dominated the other, more cautious side of the Markeel heir. He looked at the cup of tea and reached down for it, only for the hand to be snatched up by BB. His heart thumped inside his chest, excitement mixing with horror and elation and then he heard those words…Siren-like, he could almost fell a lump form in his throat: was it fear, or was it an inability to respond that formed it?

[i]”Isaac…”[/i]

Suddenly, Isaac was left at a pause. It was as if his entire body was ice cold and the lump in his throat vanished. Whatever emotion BB had elicited was annihilated in the face of something more.

[i]”…You are the heir to my throne, and I have conditioned you to deal with greater coercion than this abomination has brought upon you. Where is the son who survived my training?”[/i]

The flashbacks elicited by the conjured imaginary voice of his father were enough for all of BB’s work to be undone. Excitement was replaced by cold fury, and in a second, a sound of shattering would fill the table. With his spare hand, Isaac had withdrawn a bayonete and slammed it into the spare Teacup: shattering the cup into multiple tiny shards and spilling the content, over both the table and up his arm.

“Oh dear: It appears I am going to have to go change.” Isaac stood up, lightly tugging his hand free from BB’s grip and wiping some of the hot tea off of his arm. It would likely have been uncomfortable, but the Markeel heir’s face was one of stony concentration. “It was an…enlightening meeting; Good day.” Reaching into his pocket, Isaac withdrew a small number of plastic Lien chips, before placing them on the table and turning his back on BB. He was uncharacteristically slow to put his headphones on, unwilling to rob himself of his sense of hearing during the moment of tension and retreat. He decided that perhaps visiting the mess hall wouldn’t be [i]that[/i] object-able.