[center][h1][color=6ecff6]Noir[/color]|[color=chocolate]Isis[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h3]Collaboration between [@fer1323] and [@ReaptheMusic][/h3][/center]

Isis had glared daggers at the slightly shorter man as he bound his hands, spitting off to the side once he’d mentioned not being happy with the circumstances at hand. He’d watched the exchange between he and the moogle. Isis [i]liked[/i] the moogles, as if he could find anymore reason to instantly dislike the man binding his hands. The dark-skinned man leered and leaned forward, his voice a hiss as he stared the smaller, but buffer man down. His white hair fell into his face.

[color=chocolate]”You l’Cie treat your subordinates like garbage too I see. You must be a Pulsian.”[/color] Isis’ eyes visibly flicked up and down the man before him baring his sharper canine teeth as he spoke. [color=chocolate]”Your attire reeks of it. [i]You[/i] reek of it. I’m sure it was one of your kind who brought this upon a respectable military officer, you wretched cur.”[/color]

Noir rubs the back of his hit where Molly hit him before turning his attention to Isis. Noir brushes the hostile comments off before replying. [color=6ecff6]"I understand your enmity somewhat but I did not ask to become a l’Cie. Also you should consider yourself lucky that you are alive."[/color] Noir thinks that Isis just has to deal with the situation that they are all in. [color=6ecff6]"We better get you up and walking if you want to get out of here."[/color]

[color=chocolate]”Do you ever say anything that’s not obvious you stocky [url=https://tse4.mm.bing.net/th?id=OIP.IROBHerab2fplASop7hqywECEs&pid=15.1]ugallu[/url] twit?”[/color] Isis spat, annoyed as he glared at Noir. He didn’t spare him a second glance, already ready to move ahead as he pulled himself forward in his grasp. Despite the bags under his eyes, the sweat making his white hair cling to his face and the utter exhaustion thrumming through his body he pushed forward. [color=chocolate]”I’m not a fan of idiots who have to spell out every little thing they think and you are [i]just[/i] the brawn enough to make it clear to me you can’t handle yourself for shit. And those clothes--you’re Pulsian, right? I’m more than certain you’re the one that dragged Julian into this, [b]you savage wretch.”[/b][/color]

Noir shakes his head in disagreement while holding back insults. [color=6ecff6]"It was actually him that brought us together. There were a few more in the beginning in both sides but we lost them in the confusion. Do not assume everything. "[/color] Noir thinks to himself that this is going to be a long and difficult journey.  [color=6ecff6]"The only question I have for you is that what makes being born in Cocoon better than being born on Gran Pulse?"[/color]

[color=chocolate]”The lack of monsters would certainly be a start!”[/color] The dark skinned, taller man spat. His eyes narrowed down the bridge of his nose at the muscular pulsian. [color=chocolate]”Our technology makes for much higher education--I doubt you even know what an airbike is do you? Pheh,”[/color] Isis leaned back on his heels as he walked. He was annoyed with this man leading him and chose not to look his direction any further, the placid disgust completely visible on his face. [color=chocolate]“Probably riddled with some form of disease, now that I think about it.”[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"Us Pulsians might not have the fancy tech that you have but that does not mean we are stupid either.”[/color] Noir can now understand the hatred that many other pulsians have against cocoonians but this does not give reason to go kill each other. [color=6ecff6]"The monsters are an issue but we make do. I can say that most cocoonians have pampered life, compared to that on Gran Pulse."[/color] Noir hopes that his ‘comment’ does not cause Isis too much distress.

The feel of wetness on Noir’s cheeks is sudden. The flash of grey eyes flare with an inner fire that is dulled in exhaustion has them in a glaze despite his fury, and in his face so suddenly that it may have taken him a moment to gauge that the tracker had whirled around in front of Noir and into his path, stopped, and spat into his face. [b][color=chocolate]”You know [i]nothing[/i] of what I have endured you filthy, scheming heathen.”[/color][/b]

That was the final straw for Noir. After wiping the spit away, Noir draws a tonfa and knocks Isis across the head thus knocking him out. Noir sheathes his tonfa and slings Isis over his shoulder before continuing on. Noir knows that that Julian is not going to hear about this and will likely be get an earful once he does.