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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Feb 27, 2013 22:21:16 GMT -5
Mark endured many things growing up in Heaven, the fact he was truthfully a human led to him being ignored by all others also being Solaris caused a lot of tension against those who hated him, and if it wasn't for Profeta and Trucido he probably wouldn't have been alive today.
One of the things Mark managed to avoid in Heaven was the stomach killing moment when you're standing outside the door to the girl you really REALLY like. Just awaiting the moment when that door was opened to a man who wanted to tear you to shreds for even being there. That was a torture Mark happily avoided.
At least he thought he managed to avoid it. To his best effort, he found himself standing outside the door to the girl he really REALLY liked. Except that door was a castle gate and that man waiting to tear him to shreds had a legitimate reason to want to.
Mark cleared his throat before raising his hand to knock on the door. He stopped, looking at the sheer size of the castle's gate he mentally slapped himself, how the hell do you get attention like this!. Mark thought before saying 'hell with it' and knocking as hard as he could.
Thankfully those pounding was actually pretty effective, his god-like strength would certainly be able to catch the attention of the person behind it.
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Post by alexanderthegreat on Feb 27, 2013 22:33:29 GMT -5
Actually his knocking managed to startle the guards that stood by it, a few shrill shrieks were hilariously heard on the other side. A light cloud burst in front of the gates and a transparent, glowing face of a man with a wicked awesome beard showed up in front of Mark and spoke to him in a booming loud voice. "STATE YOUR NAME, TITLE, AND BUSINESS!" And if Mark listened really closely, a few snickers were heard on the other side. Voices that whispered to each other. "Oooh, that was good!"
"You should answer the door to everyone like that! Heeee"
"I dunno, that makes the king look a lot scarier than he is..."To anyone who knew their magic well enough, it was clearly the work of a holy cleric. |
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Feb 27, 2013 22:39:14 GMT -5
Mark almost instinctively summoned his blade, thankfully he lowered his hand as he realized it was just some cheap trick from some clerics. Mark frowned, how was he supposed to do this...
He cleared his throat, "My name is Mark Angelus Fri, Archangel from Heaven and my business doesn't concern mere humans!" Okay, he decided to try and strike the fear of the gods into these poor men.
Mark hated being startled.
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Post by alexanderthegreat on Feb 27, 2013 22:46:22 GMT -5
The snickering stopped, the floating face staring at him with a frown.
A long awkward silence was had.
Suddenly the cloud dissipated and the door swung open, the first one out of it being a white-robed man with a tall wooden staff encrusted in red jewels, conveniently looking exactly like a more human version of the floating head from seconds before. He marched out with a scowl on his face and stopped short as he nearly walked right into Mark and looked up at him, being a good foot and a half shorter than Mark was.
"Well hot damn!" he shouted, "I thought you were some obnoxious kid trying to break in here!"
He clutched his staff and narrowed his eyes then.
"You still can't come in here until you state your business! In the name of the lord, Felios!"
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Feb 27, 2013 22:53:20 GMT -5
Felios, Mark had heard that name more than he wished. He had heard stories that long ago Solaris and Felios ruled these lands together. Although he somehow expected saying 'Solaris' now would hardly bring out the welcome wagon.
So what was Mark going to state? 'I'm here for a girl I like, dammit!'. Nope, that wouldn't work. Confused Mark quickly became an angry Mark.
"Oh for the love of all things," Mark sighed, this was dragging on too long, "My business is that if you don't move I'm gonna shove your head into a pile of bricks!"
This entire thing was frustrating Mark. WHY DIDN'T HE JUST FLY OVER IN SECRET!?
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Post by alexanderthegreat on Feb 27, 2013 22:57:17 GMT -5
Good question. Why DIDN'T he just fly over?! ...wait, the cleric probably would have attacked him...
The cleric blinked. Geez, you'd think an archangel from Heaven would be a lot more...not jerk...like...
"Perhaps you'd like to speak to the face again?" he answered him, backing into the doorway, tapping his staff into the ground and summoning the large face again to harass Mark.
"WE'LL CLOSE THE DOOR AND TRY THIS AGAIN, SHALL WE?" he boomed.
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Feb 27, 2013 23:05:58 GMT -5
Mark stayed silent for a moment, his eyes glaring deep into the skull of the cleric before he finally spoke, "I warned you."
A moment later Mark stepped past the gate, with the two clerics behind him struggling to pull their (miraculously undamaged) heads out of the brick wall. Mark awkwardly stepped into the castle, and approached a rather frightened looking maid.
"Uh, excuse me? No-no, don't be worried. I normally don't throw people's head through walls, I'm just a little frustrated right now. Could you go get Shanira?"
The maid blinked nervously.
"...Just get the King, I have to speak to him urgently."
The maid quickly turned and ran, going to get the King and Shanira. At least Mark hoped.
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Post by alexanderthegreat on Feb 27, 2013 23:17:58 GMT -5
The maid in question was a strawberry-blonde woman who grabbed the folds of her dress, bolted down the hallways and instead ran straight to Holmes.
"Father!" she hissed and grabbed the old advisor by the arm, "there's a um...very crazy man who just walked in through the door, and he's looking for the king and the angel woman that keeps destroying the library."
Holmes blinked, peering around the corner and barely getting a glimpse of Mark before he rubbed his daughter's hand reassuringly and said, "I'll...deal with this, Lilly."
Unfortunately 'dealing with it' was Holmes barely getting out the description of this blond-haired tank to Alexander before the king took off down the hallways and towards the stairs with a really strange feeling like this sounded like someone he should have known.
Down the stairs Alexander marched and he was only halfway to meeting the bottom when he looked forward, staring at Mark who stood in his castle and his eyes narrowed.
"YOU!" he bellowed, finger pointing, "what are you doing here, now?! Zeke's not your drinking buddy!"
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Feb 27, 2013 23:29:22 GMT -5
Awkward. That was how Mark could describe this entire situation. He walked around the grand entrance, examining every piece of art like he gave a shit. It occurred to him that he had come empty handed (what guy does that!?), so in a brief moment of panic he grabbed a group of beautiful flowers from a vase and turned just in time to see Alexander.
Mark narrowed his eyes, glancing quickly between Alexander and the flowers he was holding. Mark shoved the flowers behind his back and tried to smile at the King...
"King Frexton!" He gritted, "So nice to see you again. It might surprise you but I'm not actually here to see you... or Zeke for that matter."
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Post by alexanderthegreat on Feb 27, 2013 23:32:47 GMT -5
Mark Fri, that jerk. Who did he think he was just walking in here like he owned the place? Him and that stupid smile, and those stupid flowers, and...hey, didn't that vase used to have something in it?
Ooooh! Mark made Alexander so angry that he couldn't even remember things properly! His arms crossed as he raised an eyebrow at the archangel.
"OH REALLY? So if you're not here to see me or my captain, then what are you here for?"
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Post by shanira on Feb 27, 2013 23:35:02 GMT -5
"Mark!"
Shanira's overly-excited voice shouted behind Alexander, startling the king as his celestial guardian sped past him and threw her arms around Mark.
Well now, that could narrow it down...
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Post by Mark Angelus Fri on Feb 28, 2013 0:15:03 GMT -5
Mark couldn't help but smile as Shanira threw her arms around him, her warm embrace quickly drowning out the annoying noises that Alexander was making. Mark hugged Shanira back before looking back at Alexander and giving a small smile.
"My apologies for causing such a commotion, King Frexton," he bowed his head slightly before looking back at Shanira, "I was hoping we could go out tonight. If that's okay, of course..."
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Post by alexanderthegreat on Feb 28, 2013 3:50:39 GMT -5
Alexander's eyes widened as Shanira practically leaped into Mark's arms and slowly everything clicked. He was here for Shanira. He liked her. She clearly liked him.
Alexander's guardian was involved in a relationship with the guy he couldn't stand.. It was so absurd and completely maddening that he could laugh.
In fact, he did. After a long pause looking between the two he started chuckling, and gradually it got louder and louder until it became a full roar of laughter. It died as quickly as it had started, he sighed and wiped a tear from his eye and almost immediately afterward his frustration reappeared as if it'd only gone on a bathroom break.
"Shanira! You have got to be kidding me!" he snapped, marching his way down the rest of the stairs and towards the couple, "nope! No way. This is some horrible joke and you're not funny!"
He glared at Mark.
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Post by shanira on Feb 28, 2013 3:58:22 GMT -5
Shanira beamed at the idea of 'going out', though she tilted her head at Alexander as he snapped at them, eyes widened in confusion and she let go of Mark to confront the king.
"Master, it is not a joke. You told me I should find someone for me to be happy with. He is my someone...are you not happy?"
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Post by alexanderthegreat on Feb 28, 2013 4:17:19 GMT -5
Ohhh no. Alexander wasn't going to look like the bad guy in this scenario. He was not going to look like the bad guy here! "Shanira," he started, dramatically sympathetic as he spoke, "you know what I said is very true. But honey...REALLY. You can do better than...than this!" he threw his hand in Mark's direction, the look on his face as though he were looking at some filthy, slimy slob. "I mean do you have any clue of this guy? He's scared of bunnies, he's thrown me down a flight of stairs because he thought I'm some pervert who was out to touch his daughter-- oh yes, don't forget that--he has a kid who's nearly as old as we are. He's old enough to be your dad!" Alexander's glare turned back to Mark as he barked at him, "don't you think I forgot about any of that! I won't-- what did you do to my clerics?! I know that was you!" |
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