Mark Zerrit --- Grand Magic Games
Mark glanced over as a new arrival sitting next to him began talking. He was just starting to admire Jacob's speed, he had grown up a lot when the S-Class wizard wasn't looking. The first thing he noticed about the woman was the gargantuan hat on her head, and he had to take a few long moments to look it over before being able to focus on what she said. He had to keep himself from laughing at it, and when he got around to replying, his face was split into a smile.
"Nah, I would've only minded if you sat right there." He pointed at the seat directly in front of him.
"As for being 'all misunderstood'... If I'm being honest I can only name one person in this guild that hasn't killed someone at some point, and she's the fifteen-year-old sitting on the other side of me." He motioned towards Cathris, the girl in the shimmering cloak, sitting on the other side of him.
After a deep breath, Mark appended his statement.
"However, most of the stigma about killing people comes from Delilah and Grant." He pointed to two individuals towards the front of Iron Enigma. Both were blond, and the woman, who looked only to be twenty seven at most, was arguing with the Guild Master, whose features were invisible. To the right of the two was Grant, who was talking with a couple of the other members. Delilah and Grant were obviously related, and they look more like brother and sister than mother and son.
"They're both killers in their hearts. Mother and Son. I give Grant half a pass, since he uses blood magic, but his mother is just plain bloodthirsty." He chuckled softly, relaxing back into his seat.
"And after the games we're going to go and find his sister, who left the guild eight years ago now."The girl dressed in the cloak glanced over at Mark, and when she spoke her voice was very cold and even. More like a trained hit-man than a supposed fifteen-year-old, but her youth was revealed in the natural pitch of her voice.
"She didn't run away, we had to relocate the guild hall before she finished her job. We're not the easiest to find you know." Mark waved the girl off, and sighed softly, looking back at Stacey, lowering his voice.
"Luna and Grant's sister were really close, so when she ran away, we had to tell Luna something. I just didn't expect her to believe it and latch onto it like she has. Or the Delilah for that matter." Mark rolled his eyes some, glancing between the fight and the person he had spontaneously decided to strike up a conversation from just a comment.
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