"I'm not scared of you." [Saints]

The subject of keeping kids captive in the Temple was comfortably glazed over by the fact that war was happily going on. Marzzi's stunt with the bomb pulled off, and Banto's other ideas to attack in general, and take the royal children, had made the announcement of war even better. Of course, no one expected Jasper to be the one to announce it. Marzzi wasn't as ticked off as others when it came to what their 'leader' did. In a way, Marzzi respected Jasper a little more for having the guts to do such a thing. And since Jasper had returned, there had been an aura around the kid that Marzzi wasn't going to mess with. he desperately wanted to challenge Jasper's strength, since Marzzi had been having doubts ever since Jasper went off to be that Angel and Demon loving woman's adopted son, but he knew right now Jasper's condition wouldn't make a fair fight possible. One of them would die if Marzzi asked for a duel, and the Human race didn't need one of the pair missing right now in the war. All Saints were needed to keep the Demons and Angels under control, and the latter were continuing to pull off some bold attacks even with pitiful numbers. But Marzzi had no doubt this war would be anything but one-sided, and in mere years Humanity would succeed. 
There were no plans for today, other than keep the Temple heavily guarded as usual, in case the royal kids were looking for rescuers again. Marzzi had to admit, it was hard to see kids locked up. They were the one thing Marzzi had a heart to care about, reminding him of the orphanage kids he'd grown to love as family and protect loyally. But, he needed to remind himself that these two brats weren't Human. And the little girl was making it easier on Marzzi to find the will to hate her. She wouldn't stop shouting out and mocking them, and she had a voice that just grated against Marzzi's ears. He heard her flapping her gums some more, and Marzzi decided to take a detour of his patrols to wander down to the little dungeon. He smirked towards the little Angel girl, frequently forgetting her name, and not caring whether he knew or not. "Big talk for a little caged pigeon. You gunna shut up, brat? Or we just gunna have to wait till that voice of yours dies, or make sure it does?"

Sky really did know how to talk bitter, surprising for a little Angelic princess like her. But, to be honest, Marzzi was closer to approving of the girl talking crap than if she was some pathetic crybaby. He huffed when she replied, leaning closer to the cage bars. "Measly metal weapons? That's no way to talk to one of the best freakin' inventors in Humanity, little brat." Marzzi replied, snorting when the little brat leaned up against the cage. "There ain't no getting out. That cage might as well be your new home, birdie princess." He replied, before tuning in to the girl's requests. He supposed, letting her roam around the Temple wasn't too bad, and it wouldn't be good if the kids just rotted into nothing in the small cage built for them. He wasn't going to let her get away, and made plans in his head for that, but perhaps showing her around, and perhaps making her more afraid and impressed with the Saint's power wouldn't hurt. Marzzi gestured his head towards the Demon brat, "Little kid there is sleeping like a dead rat, so I'm afraid I won't be draggin' him around. You however, I'm sure a little tour of your knew home would be alright. I can show you just how impossible it is for you to be leavin' this place, little princess." Marzzi replied, gathering some rope around around his belt. He tied on end back onto the belt, and held the other end prepared. He carefully opened the cage door, easily blocking it with his large form, and held out the rope to the Angel. "Alright, the pet Angel wants a walk, so I'll give her one, but she's gotta tie this around her, nice and secure, before we go anywhere, got it?"

Marzzi huffed. The little girl probably knew of someone. If she was talking about another Angel, then it was sorry to say that the inventor she spoke was probably charred remained by now. But, Marzzi wasn't going to mention what had happened to the Angel's home. Both out of that kindness Marzzi still held towards children, and the fact that if she truly pissed him off, Marzzi still had the reminder of her ruined home and dead friends to get her to shut up, as harsh as it was. He shook his head a little. "Books, books, books, you really don't have much of a brain if you're always looking at stuff to remind yourself of things, little brat. Only use books have is to smack over someone's head." Marzzi commented, only knowing he himself had probably read one book in his whole life. One explaining the use of magic for controlled explosions in guns, which Marzzi had improved his skills as a weapon-maker upon. Since then, Marzzi hadn't touched the weird, paper things. The little brat mentioned Yume, not by name, but it still got Marzzi glaring. "That... woman, only got in because we weren't build up proper yet. With only a few of us, it was freakin' hard to stop intruders. Doesn't mean I couldn't of blasted her head open at any time though." Marzzi replied, a little bitterness to his tone. When the little brat was done tying the rope, Marzzi smirked and gave it a rough tug, to make sure it was secure enough. "Like I'd trust an Angel, even a weak, little one. And that Demon brat will be fine, let him use those lungs of his. We're keepin' you two from dyin', not cryin'." Marzzi replied. He turned around to get moving back up the stairs, towards the lit up main Temple area. He moved quick, not caring if Sky kept up, or he dragged her, because he only did this because he thought it might appeal to that annoying, soft side of himself, and get the kid to stop moaning. Needless to say, he wanted this over and done with, as soon as possible. 

Marzzi snorted over what the little brat thought on books. He saw knowledge as something you improved on your own. Having to rely on words in a book to remind you of life or stuff like that meant you didn't use your own instinct enough. Having smarts meant relying on your own mind, not someone else's jotted down on paper. He folded his arms, gesturing with one large hand. "Nah, my experience is swattin' others over the head with 'em, when they're being stupid." Marzzi replied, which he was sure his students could vouch for, and all the bumps on their heads. In case of a moment of rage, Marzzi chose to ignore the girls prodding towards the Yume situation. Marzzi was trying to keep in all of his anger towards that bitch under wraps until he got to meet her head on in battle. Then she could see just what happened when the gorilla got mad, and she could feel stupid for ever mocking Marzzi. 
Walking in silence for a bit, Marzzi stopped when the brat spoke. Mentioning his past, and getting the brute to twist around and glare at the little witch for whatever magic she'd used. But then he smirked, as she seemed curious as to why he refused to do anything but hate her. "You're a thief. That's why. One innocent soul of a dead little girl, gone up to find a better life, only to be forced into another body and made to live again. It's sick. And what's worse, Humans aren't ever thanked for basically sacrificin' the souls of our loved ones to you... flyin' freaks, and instead, we're just treated like some dumb cattle." Marzzi stated, giving the girl a hard glare. "You might look like a little kid, and remind me of one I once knew, in fact, but you are far from an innocent little brat."

There was no changing Marzzi's opinion. He was a Saint for a reason. Spiting Angels and Demons was his job, killing them without mercy was borderline a hobby. Perhaps what made these flying beings see him a monster was the fact that Marzzi didn't seem to hesitate in killing, or remorse from it. But, they couldn't go and try to reshape Marzzi, knowing what he was like. This little brat, certainly wasn't going to get through to the brute any time soon. Her... compliment, towards Humans did get Marzzi's brow to raise a little, but it soon faded. "You're the blind one missy. But I guess when you're not the one sufferin', you just can't notice, right? Well, let me enlighten you on what your kind really view us like. We're trophies, things the flyin' freaks fight each other, and cause problems over. Because they're just so desperate to make sure we die good or bad for their own benefit. I remember being stuck inside Humanity's proudest achievement, bein' used as bait for a mere game between Angels and Demons. And it made me feel like some crappy trophy." Marzzi replied. "I'm sure I speak for a lot of us when we say we've had enough of bein' used. Even if the flyin' freaks sometimes help, it's all for their own gain in the end. Call it bitin' from the hand that feeds yah, but whatever, maybe there's nothin' wrong in bitin' back." 
Marzzi had finished what he said, only to hear a chuckle behind him, and a arm around his neck. "There's a brain in that thick skull of your's, who knew." Came Alex's voice. Marzzi glared towards the blind, red coat wearing gunman. He was skilled, but annoying as hell at times. "Alex." Marzzi grunted in address, watching Alex's glasses looked forwards. "Hey, want to tell me why the prisoner's allowed to wander around?" 

Marzzi didn't want to, or need to listen to a little girl's opinion. She was hardly tall enough for Marzzi to look at her without having to bend his neck, so she didn't have the years of experience needed to have a proper opinion, as far as Marzzi was concerned. He didn't even feel inclined to answer anymore, not without just repeating his own ideals, since they still sat comfortably in Marzzi's mind, even if the Angel brat tried to contradict them. He had Alex, fortunately, as a distraction when the tall guy came along. He chuckled a little when the brat decided to snap at Alex, and it got the guy's brow raised. "You do realise I can walk freely around this place? Whether or not I hear a conversation, or want to join in, is completely up to me. Besides, I've got good hearing, and it doesn't take much to hear this brute's loud voice." Alex replied, before moving and knelling down close to the Angel. "And, might I just answer the question Marzzi refused to? Because, you're a little wrong. We don't want a trophy or anything for defeating the two sky races. We just want, life to move forward. Change is an inevitable form of nature, even we can't change that. Nature has to have a strongest species, all we want is to claim that space at the top, because we all know, there's only one place for the winning, strongest race." Alex added. Marzzi huffed. The blind bounty-hunter never seemed to understand the Saints ways very well. He didn't even full on despise Angels and Demons. Alex raised a brow above his glasses, "Dumb? Yes, I have to agree that Marzzi is a little of that. But, he isn't as blind as you'd think... I should know, trust me." The blind-man replied, with a little smile. 
Marzzi huffed, before marching passed them. "We movin' or what?" He grunted. "Moving where, might I ask?" Alex asked, and Marzzi stopped to look back. "The... Library, I think... the brat wanted to stuff her face into books, an' I thought it would be the best way to shut her up."

Alex had rose his brow. To be honest, expecting a blind-man to understand books was a hard task, even Marzzi understood literature better than the bounty-hunter, which was saying something. "I can handle Human fighting Human, it's part of my job to part-take in that. And life is just one big story. We live, and then like every good story we get to end. We live and die. Except... right now, we don't really get to die, do we?" Alex commented back, before getting up. Marzzi watched as the little brat seemed to get more and more furious with the blind-man, and he chuckled when she attempted to punish Alex's foot. Honestly, her tiny little foot just bounced right off of the bounty-hunter's boots, but it was funny to watch Alex bullied by a little child. As the brat got excited to go the library, Marzzi began to move towards it. "Hell no, you ain't movin' up a floor, I can barely handle your whinin' even when you're underground." Marzzi commented, passing Alex and offering the Saint a pat on the shoulder. "I'm being bullied by a tiny pigeon, Marzzi." Alex jested, and Marzzi chuckled. "Damn right you are. Sorry to have this pest annoy you, but it's either let her out or let her use those lungs to make us all go mad." Marzzi replied quietly. He took off towards the library, letting Sky lead like some pup, until they'd reached the doors and Marzzi tugged back on the rope. "In here." He commented, before pushing open the doors to the Saint's Library. It was a big and impressive room, and very well stocked. Funded by the parents of the brainy twins that basically lived in the room. In fact, Marzzi looked around expecting to see them lurking somewhere, only to find the room very quiet. He looked up towards one of the wooden supports and growled, realising why the room was almost empty. "Oi! Havok!" He called up to the weird, Kyuban boy. Havok didn't respond straight away, instead glancing down towards the pair, and dropping a half eaten book down to the floor below him. "No matter... what choose... All taste... same... horrible."