Probablement pas la meilleure approche que tu aurais pu prendre...
Des idées pour le plan B?
Quelques-uns, pour un, arrêtez de balancer cette lame autour, son inutilement hostile, deux, essayez de les dénerver, plongez dans leurs pensées et l'information glanée.
Compris.
Marcus twirled Raiden dans sa main avant de le glisser dans la gaine sur son dos, puis s'est éclaboussé avec son esprit, essayant de briller les détails des gens environnants. Il ne pouvait pas tout à fait comprendre les mots de leurs pensées, car sa compréhension de leur langue était minime, alors il plongeait plus profondément, s'attendant à pouvoir comprendre leurs impressions et leurs émotions. L'inondation en cascade et chaotique d'un sentiment inintelligible a suggéré le contraire.
Il est revenu à la réalité, le spectre de son esprit battu insensé du torrent brut, complètement déconcerté.
Qu'est-ce qu'il y a? Trouver des détails devrait être facile
Je... ne comprends pas.
C'est une première, venant de toi, 
J'ai fait le plongeon, et je n'en avais aucun sens, qu'est-ce qui se passe?
Ce qui pourrait être interprété comme un soupir lourd a éclaté d'Arcturus.
C'est un sujet pour une autre fois, quand on n'est pas pressés. J'ai découvert leurs noms pendant que vous étiez perdu, la femme dont nous avons besoin est Enoch, le garçon est Aarav, et l'aîné est Pandu.
Je vous remercie.
Autant qu'il détestait l'admettre, Arcturus avait raison. Il avait pu glaner des détails plus tôt en grattant la surface, en se demandant pourquoi il n'était pas capable de comprendre les émotions d'un être humain était une question de réflexion plus tard.
Maintenant est venu la difficulté d'articuler les mots appris récemment dans une déclaration cohésive.
"Reste ta main Pandu, j'ai porté ma lame non pas dans l'hostilité, mais en reconnaissant ses parents, le sang d'un dieu coule dans les veines d'Hénoch, et cela l'appelle depuis qu'elle a marché sur cette terre, le moment est venu pour elle de répondre."
Il voulait s'effondrer là-bas, c'était épuisant mentalement d'avoir à fouiller et traduire chaque mot que vous faites, tout en essayant d'éviter l'ouragan des sentiments
Le garçon, Aarav, avait l'air d'être un problème, alors que Marcus ne mentait pas techniquement avec sa déclaration, cela allait à l'encontre de ce qu'il avait dit plus tôt, et il était sûr que le gars essaierait de sauter sur ce fait.
Tu étais comme lui une fois.
C'était il y a près de mille ans.
C'est ce que tu dis.
Name: Marcus Skylark
Age: 1350
Archon of: Light and Dark

Physical Attributes
Apearance: Standing at 6 feet 3 inches Marcus appears to be in peak physical condition, though closer inspection reveals that much of his body is cybernetic. Including much of his chest, his right arm, and both legs
Physical Weaknesses:As much of his body is now cybernetic, he has predefined limits and cannot cross them, no matter how hard he tries. He is extremely vulnerable to weapons with an Electro Magnetic Pulse, if he his hit with a significantly damaging blast from one the circulation device that replaced his heart will be shut off.
Physical Strengths:As most of his body is cybernetic, he has immense stamina, and can win fights through sheer attrition, additionally while it is limited, he possesses immense speed and physical strength. Though he risks damage to both his implants and himself if he overclocks them too much.
Mental Attributes
Personality: The man that Marcus is now is far, far different from the one he used to be. At one time he kept an adventurous outlook on life, though somber over the death of his parents. Now however the war against Ragnarok has taken its toll, having come so far and so close twice before he has become a much more severe and cynical individual, perfectly willing to cut corners and blur the lines in order to get to his goal. In combat he becomes alive, often laughing or grinning like a madman as he brushes with death again and again. One could be forgiven for assuming that he's throwing himself at Ragnarok again and again in the hopes of being eventually killed.
Likes: Fighting, shooting, a tall flask of Whiskey, sleeping
Dislikes:Being injured, children, Ragnarok, waking up
Phobias:Failing, death, being helpless
Background
Biography: Marcus has not had the best of lives. Having witnessed the murder of his parents, he was taken in by a close friend of his father's, who fought with him in the later stages of the war. The man taught him the foundation for his fighting style, raised him to be cunning and sharp minded, and generally into the perfect soldier against Ragnarok. Unfortunately before Marcus turned 18 the man was found murdered in his own home. It didn't take him long to figure out who arranged the deed to be done. Marcus then began a long roaring rampage of revenge, culminating in the theft of his starship, and the gathering of the Archons. Unfortunately Ragnarok was prepared, and due to his brash arrogance mixed with furious rage the attempt was an utter disaster that nearly ended in his death. He was saved at the last minute by the spirit of the recently deceased Archon of Time and sent back to have another chance. Little did he expect a deranged clone of himself waiting for him, a sociopath that stalked his every move and set about to murdering those he cared about. The experience sobered him greatly, and he realized that cooperating with his fellow inheritors would be necessary for victory, not just throwing them towards the enemy and expecting them to come out stronger like he had. Unfortunately the realization came too late and before he knew it all but the Archon of Time and the Archon of Water were lost, faced with losing again he urged the Time Archon to send them back
Combat Information
Typical form of combat: Prefers to stay tactically flexible at all times, but more often then not will engage in melee in combat.
Preferred Team Role: Frontline Vanguard/Berserker
 After he picked up the weapon it changed in appearance to suit him, rather than his father before him.
Unique Equipment: The ship that he calls home, The Leviathan Additionally he carries with him a memento from an old mentor, A Mateba Unica 6 Autorevolver