
Originally Posted by
Ace Riku
Paul sat inside his room, his feet up against his worn wooden desk. One hand was tapping the desk in a musical fashion, and the other one was holding up his famed dagger, the one he had inherited from his father. His 5 o' clock shadow became more evident as he looked with a depressed expression upon the blade. Every time he looked at it, he was forced to think of him. He recalled the day he had encountered Marcus, when the sly fox had found his way into Paul's basement/warehouse/whatever the crap you wanna call it and told him all about the Archons. He recalled when Marcus had come to his rescue, to save him from Envy and Despair. And now it seemed whenever he closed his eyes, all he could see was the last time he had seen Marcus. He would never be able to sleep as soundly as his children, not since that day. Snapping out of his train of thought, he heard scuffling in the other room. It didn't sound like the children, and he could hear Kaalee speaking in a menacing tone.
"Intruders..." he muttered, picking up his dagger out of the desk.
He heard the last thing one of them said, smirking as he stealthily opened up the door.
"I swear, if you two wake up the kids I'm making you put them back to bed." he told the intruders with mock anger.
Paul took out his dagger, pointing it at one of them.
"So who sent you to break my door. That is mahogany!"