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He was going to take a break from death. Or rather from deathsweeper. He had gone god knew how many times in that thing all in one day for what? Multiple painful deaths in a golem and getting mocked at by his superiors. He could take so much only for so long. So with a new day, he was off to start a new session that was hopefully easier. Granted, the Mist Tower had aspects of the deathsweeper, it couldn't be as bad right? Marcus doubted it would be the best experience of his life, but he was okay with that.

Nothing would be as bad as deathsweeper all day. Nothing. Not even getting stuck in the subway on Manhattan island. Dis summoned, the first section was to be two waves of shadowlings. That? He could do no problem. Dis was practically purring as he cut the shadowlings down, hardly breaking a sweat. Round one down, but how many more to go?

As he dusted his coat off, Marcus hoped that on the next stage he'd fair better than he did in the original deathsweeper. That course ******** up his s**t hardcore. Dis was trying to look on the marginally bright side and in the fact that nobody was laughing at him yet. Marcus sadly couldn't help but agree. No one was laughing at him... yet. Didn't mean that if he failed he wouldn't be laughed at then. Knowing his track record, he somewhat expected it. He did spend a whole day trying to beat deathsweeper only to fail massively each time. So pardon him for having a bit of a bleak outlook at this.
No excuses Pouty McBrood pants. You need to chin up and put on your sexiest boxers and deal with this.
I what?
That saying you humans have. With panties. You in panties is a no, so I said sexy boxers.
...O...kay?
Mmmmm Sexy blue boxers...
..We're done here.

First step was often the hardest.. and the one that liked to kill him fastest. Pulling out the flag he threw it down and was immediately glad he did so.
Not that tile
No s**t.
The tile obviously unsafe he stepped onto the one next to it, a sigh of relief as he was safe. Now... one more. He was doomed.

Grunting as he made his way up the next set of steps, (well furthest he'd ever gotten), the door was before him, imposing and rather- harmless looking in comparison to the shadowlings and miniature death sweeper. Really, as far as training courses went this was not so bad. I mean, sure part of it had death sweeper, but the rest? A door. Shadow run. There was a princess. Not the worst in the least. Marcus was more than okay with this. Not to mention that he couldn't hear the princess singing.

The fact the training was without horrible renditions of Disney songs was amazing, he had to admit. Then again never knew. Maybe that would come at the end with very Disney like princess dramatics. That seemed somewhat in place for this kind of thing. Still, Marcus would find out in due time, right now, in front of him a door stood in his way.
"Piece of cake." Lock picking tools were even provided this was going to be a walk in the park. Or so he thought. He hardly had time to register that he'd failed as the door sent him back, knocking him out cold. Later, he'd realize that yes, he failed and yes, he'd have to take it again, but as he was passed out, all he could dream about was oddly enough, being a Prince Marcus to a certain Princess Cass.