Marvin seemed to react somewhat when Mr. I-have-too-much-energy-for-my-own-good called their resident odd mercenary who lets out Latin phrases 'Julius'. Though it was more of a positive reaction - a smirk pulling up to his lips. While he didn't live during the Pre-War time, he did live through a time when the books haven't been seized by their respective groups. It was back when people weren't interested in things like that. And honestly, Marvin just happened upon some educational books - as well as some fiction books - back when they were still in the trading business. Before his parents died.
And Julius Caesar was a man he had read in passing. He was a leader of the Roman Empire from way before - Emperor, he was pretty sure their title was. Death by being stabbed multiple times by your 'friends' was such a way to go. He knew that there were those who followed the teachings and methods of the old Roman Empire, but he never really did have any open talks with them. At best, his interaction with them was exchanging bullets so that he could get out of dodge.
The ghoul adjusted his hold on his rifle, out of habit really, when Short-Fuse acknowledged his musings. Marvin still wasn't sure if he was pissed off at the guy or genuinely amused by him, but he responded.
"Don't jinx us kiddo. If we ever encounter them, I'm blaming it on you." He said it in a good mannered fashion. Marvin would rather not show open hostility. There was enough of that with the others. So he figured he should go with the 'chill' route and just let things happen. They'll have to resolve tensions soon anyway, he shouldn't add on it.
He followed them up, stopping short of the area which was being pelted with acid rain. The hiss of acid against cement reached his ears and his mouth formed a thin line as he shifted unsurely in his spot. But nevertheless, he knew that they would need to get from cover to cover. Or at least, he did. He wasn't sure how much his own skin would fare against elongated amount of time under that. Marvin wondered if the hazmat suits could take more than normal skin. After a moment of looking at the rain, he turned to the others to ask for the next order but saw that they were entranced by the wall of vehicles.
And really, it was a sight to behold. Though, Marvin wasn't going to stay there and marvel at it. He wanted to get to cover soon, and not out there in the open where those winged lizards just made their kill. Who knows when they'll come back to look for more. The Talon leader spoke - describing the wall as something that doesn't keep things out. He turned to Prism and saw her move forward and raise her pistol. Marvin's arm jerked but didn't speak - their Paladins already moving and talking for all of them, conveying their thoughts. The sound of the gun going off was deafening for him and, like Khaliya and Jeremiah, he raised his rifle to the skies.
A beat. Two.
Nothing.
He sighed in relief but he saw the wall. Electricity. A field. Oh.
Oh. And just as timely, other Power-Armored people came to their sights. Three hulking figures came into their view. And he could clearly see the crest. He knew those.
"Well I'll be..." Marvin was not the best person to ask about the Brotherhood, but he knew the Lyon's Pride crest well enough. There wasn't a soul who didn't know about them back some years (had it already been a decade? Marvin wasn't sure) ago. Marvin had encountered them before - their leader had been agreeing enough to work with the mercenary back when they needed the help. 'Course, they didn't exactly know that he was a ghoul since he was wearing a gas mask and hid every single feature of his to make sure that he wouldn't be discovered.
But at least it wasn't that bad.
"So this is where the Pride's been since Lyons passed..." Marvin muttered to himself, though it was loud enough to be picked up by his own teammates if they were close to him. Made sense for them to be thrown out to some wasteland since Lyons had a very different way of doing things than Maxson did. Marvin appreciated Lyons' ways. But hey, life goes on. People die. People are killed. That's just what happens sometimes and you just can't stop it. He cleared his throat as he looked at the others.
"Are we gonna talk under this rain or can we get to some good shelter like - oh, I don't know - the bank?" He suggested, giving the small group of three a passing glance. He did not want to stay out here in the open and be interrogated.
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