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 Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 10:49 am
He needed candy. Yes, candy, that's what he asked for. That guy, that man who lived downstairs from him. He was in such a sour mood that he needed sweets. And he was Marot's friend. And Marot would do anything for that friend and he wanted candy and that's what Marot was going to go do, get candy. Candy for that man who lived downstairs.
Bundled up in several thin layers of worn coats, and a pair of tattered, but still wearable jeans, Marot raced down the back alleys of Destiny City, where the likelihood of knocking someone down going at his break-neck pace was slim to none. That didn't mean that the cans or trash that littered these unused walk ways were safe. He was more than ready to hop onto dumpster to lift himself off the ground and onto a low rooftop. Traveling high was so much more fun than being on the ground! And quicker too, so much more jumping and gliding than just being on the ground. And nothing could stop him now, not when he was on a mission.
If he could recall.. Somewhere on this main street there was a candy shop. Not that he was on main street all that often to buy things. It was such a tourist trap, being main street and all. He was here all the time doing his own thing though, making a few extra dollars with Side street magic tricks, until being chased out for doing stuff like that without a permit. Since then, and since Winter came the tourists were few anyway. But yes, there was a Candy store! The Sugar Shanty! It was right there!
It was open right? It looked open. There was no sign that it was closed (or if there was, Marot chose to ignore it, since his friend WANTED candy. Sweaty and covered in dirt, he pushed the door open, pleased by the ding that went off. Yes, he HAD arrived.
This place.. Didn't seem quite put together yet.. But he had known it to be open before, so maybe it was just remodeling! It SHOULD still sell candy, right? He couldn't let that friend down! Not today! Not right now! Not when they just seemed so out of it! Even if no one was immediately there, that didn't mean he couldn't wander about for a while. All the candy was still there.. And man, did it seem delicious right about.. When was the last time he even had any sweets?
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Posted: Thu Feb 27, 2014 10:52 pm
It took a lot of effort for Richard Moreau to leave the house that day, though it had absolutely nothing to do with the whole depression and his mother being dead thing. Nor did it have anything to do with his usual late night parties and indulgences, as though he may not have been clean, he had certainly laid off the bourbon lately. There was something about epiphanies and live-changing events to put things in perspective for Richard... and dying from alcohol poisoning just sounded like a lame way to go in the grand scheme of things. No, what made it hard for Richard to leave his apartment was Dummy, as the damned puppy, upset that her master was going to be leaving her again, had found a way to hide all of his left shoes! Always the left shoe.
It took an hour, but Richard managed to find a matching pair, and while this game of 'putting up with Dummy's unique strand of stupid' occurred hours ago, it was still fresh on Richard's mind. Even now, as Daran was getting on the construction worker's case about something trivial, like the tiles on the floor or how the coolers in the chocolate section weren't 'eco friendly' or code standard, Richard had propped his leg up on the counter, lamenting the destruction of his shoes to a worker that seemed more agitated that he was dirting the surface he just cleaned than the chew marks on the shiny leather shoes. "I guess I shouldn't be mad at her. After all, she's teething and I'm told that hurts like the dickens... I wouldn't know- I was far too young to remember that. But I think Daran teethed in his teenage years when his wisdom teeth grew in. Hm... should have given him a shoe to chew on, though we removed the teeth and he's still a bit of a grump. Hmmmm... think we missed a few teeth or do wisdom teeth grow back? Why am I asking you? You're a construction worker- teeth aren't your specialty, fixing things are, right?"
He could almost feel Daran's glare from halfway across the room, though for once it wasn't directed at him and his piss poor addressing of the workers. He glanced towards the entrance when Daran gave a shout, his tone gruff and downright unpleasant to hear. "Sorry, you can't be in here. We're closed."
Richard rolled his eyes but it wasn't at all directed at the rather sweaty and unkept man that just ran into his store. Suddenly, all construction had stopped and many eyes were directed at the customer, though with the look a few of them were giving the man, the word 'intruder' seemed more accurate. Richard didn't really approve of his attire, nor what he'd imagine would be a rather horrid smell if he got any closer, but with the wide smile he sported on his face, one could hardly tell. "Joseph apparently forgot to lock the door. Again. And I believe it was Jaime's job to disable the adorable little chime? You can hardly blame him for thinking we're open... oh, and there's shelves already stocked, so we might as well be open."
Not that Richard moved from the counter, though, even as he addressed the potential customer. "Don't mind muscles back there. May I help you?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 28, 2014 10:37 am
Now this wasn't what Marot was expecting at all, all of these people in here, working. How did he not see them! Immediately, he relaxed a bit more, knowing that he wasn't alone in this place. He hated that feeling, being watched when he was the only one in a store. He NEVER stole! But more people meant less eyes on him! Which wasn't the case at all, since as soon as he stepped in, every eye was on him, and they seemed to burn holes into him. Was it a celebration? Was he the special one millionth customer?!
What? He couldn't be in here? But it's open! It's clearly open! It let him in, the door, and it even chimed! That meant it was open! As rapidly as his mind moved, it took a moment to actually register what he meant. Yes.. But candy, he needed that. It was the most important thing in his mind right now, and what kind of friend would he be if he just went and left his neighbor upset because he failed at his mission? This was the closest candy store! How far would he have to go to get to the next one? Then again, it was a popular area, but then he'd have to make his friend wait longer! Nose scrunching up a bit as he thought more about what the man had said, yet his smile quickly returned as another man whose hair was so red. Red like like cherry licorice. Which was candy, which he needed! Which this man was going to let him get!
"Thank you, thank you! Yes, I need candy. And this IS where the candy is so Yes, you can help me!" His first words to the man were slurred together, made a bit more difficult to understand than normally, as his accent seemed to push them all closer together than even he realized. But it was alright. This man was the candy man! He could help him.
"I need candy for someone who is sour. Something sweet, something to help lighten a mood, make someone smile. He is a bitter, sour young man, so nothing bitter or sour." As naturally as running and jumping was for him, so was his ability to talk in circles, and he knew all too well that some people were easily annoyed by it. But that was fine. It was all fine! Those people just weren't friends yet. He turned from the red-haired one, going to examine the candy all around the walls and on the shelves, paying no mind to the people who may gawk at him now. Initially, yes, it bothered him. But the owner was nice, and it was he who mattered so those other people could look all they want. Maybe they thought he was cute. Well, he thought they were all cute too! Good for them! But he wasn't here to gaze at them, he was here for candy!
"I do have money, yes. But not much money. What can I get the most of for the cheapest that is sweet and not bitter or sour?"
ChibiGingi ((I'm sorry if he's starting to get repetitive and irritating. So far, this is what come naturally for him. XD I'll tweak him a bit more as I get to play him! ))
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 11:01 pm
Something was off about this fellow, but Richard did his best to keep his best poker face plastered on his face. He could tell by the way his eyes shifted about that something bothered him, and while he kept these thoughts to himself, he still played the part of a professional but happy salesman, not at all acting as though the store was still blatantly under construction and that there weren't a mob of angry construction workers and Daran behind him. The minute the man started speaking, his smile almost dropped, but he was rather proud of himself for enduring the blast to his ears, and he remained as patient as possible as his soon to be customer seemed to ramble on. "Of course this is where the candy is. This is where the best candy in all of Destiny City and the Northeast is! And it sounds like your friend deserves the best."
He could feel Daran drilling holes in the back of his head and he was able to ignore him as his customer rambled on, speaking in a peculiar accent and making it hard for him to not want to sit down and dissect it until he figured out where this man was from. It wasn't as clear as Alois' accent, or Daran's god-awful Texan accent, but it was definitely an accent! Not that an accent was a bad thing... well, for Richard it was. Like hell he wanted to sell candy sounding like Hank Hill!
Who would want to buy candy from Hank Hill? No one would.
"Something sweet, hm? I think I may have a few of those lying around- you must forgive the appearance, as we're still under construction, but I do have some goodies prepared. Been managing some small catering services between the reconstruction, so I'll see what I can throw together for this sour friend of yours," Richard said, retreating to the counter and looking around for a box or a container of some kind. Truth be told, he wasn't the one that ran the catering but one of his coworkers had, and while he wasn't sure exactly where he placed it, he wasn't going to let that get in the way of business. He heard the customer's final statement and scoffed, not at all bothered by it though it was very clear that Daran was. "Don't worry about it! I'm absolutely willing to work out some kind of deal with you- after all, what matters is the happiness of your friend, right? Payment can always come after."
Oh yes. Payment. Richard was already formulating a few payment options, and it took everything for him not to laugh at Daran's sour expression. He mouthed the words 'behave' to his brother, before turning to the customer and handing him a leftover Valentine's day box. "Here, we'll fill this heart with the sweetest of gifts, that being generosity and sugar, then we'll discuss payment. Sound good to you?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 10, 2014 12:14 am
"The best candy, you say? Then yes, most certainly I am in the right place, no doubt, no doubt at all." The red haired man wasn't lying, was he? Marot had never really been outside of Destiny City, so how was he supposed to believe the fact that this shop, this shop of all places, with the people who thought he was cute and the man with the red hair and the smile that liked to wiggle around from full on to kinda drooping, was the best? He wasn't about to deny that fact though, no! That would have been terribly, terribly rude! And though, yes, his mind ran in circles moreso than a merrygoround, he wasn't stupid. No, not stupid at all!
"Valen.. Valentines Day Chocolate? The most sacred of treats, handed off to not only those you love, but those you respect. But even more special when you love and respect someone.." Muttering to himself, he graciously took the box, flipping it around between the fingertips of both of his hands, careful not to get even a hint of dirt on it. How upset would his friend be if he gave him tainted chocolate? Ooooh, this box even had peanuts in it. Marot simply adored those chocolately covered goodies, but he wouldn't envy these chocolates, no. If he wanted some, he'd buy his own, but these were special, these were for that tired friend who lived nearby. With a touch just as delicate as the one he used to take the box from Richard, he gingerly set it back down again on the counter, making sure it was parallel with the edge in a neat manner.
"A deal? What kind of deal? Money deal, or... Something else, deal? And.. " Marot leaned in closer to Richard, disregarding the fact that he smelled of sweat and grass. Thank the heavens that his breath was fresh. He took special care of his teeth, that was for certain! No body wanted a friend with gross breath or broken teeth. Especially not a friend who was supposed to be bringing sweets. If he just disregarded the fact that sweets rot teeth and he was bringing sweets with rotten teeth, what a terrible example that would have been.
"The man behind you.. Is he alright? He seems very angry, very angry, yes. Is it my fault?" He whispered, his voice hushed so that only Richard could hear. Marot was so used to glares, but this one's glare. It actually almost felt like it was hurting. So rude, so very very very rude! Atleast this man was nice. Friendly even. Friendly enough to be told his name. Because that's what you did when you made friends, you tell them your names. And being called 'you' wasn't the most friendly. Not in the least.
"I'm Marot, just so you know. Marot, like tarot. But tarot cards are scary, so don't think of tarot cards when you think of me, I'm not scary. Maybe a little.. A little peculiar, as I'm told, but not scary. I'm a good person, a good friend, I promise. And I pay my deals, so what deal did you want? I have money. I have this much." From his pocket, he pulled out a rather raggedy, duct taped wallet, with a few wrinkled bills and a whole heckava lotta change in it. It landed on the counter with a dull thud.
"I have $7.84. Is that enough? I hope it's enough. If it's not enough, what can I do to make it enough? Or can I get something else that I would have enough for?"
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Posted: Sun Mar 23, 2014 5:56 pm
Yes, there was definitely something about this guy that Richard found himself rather liking, even when his brother and the construction workers didn’t find Marot’s antics half as entertaining as Richard did. He couldn’t explain it immediately, but there was something about him that the confectioner found himself drawn to, something he could almost sympathize with. Perhaps he was simply getting ahead of himself and was assuming wrong, but for now, Marot’s antics were entertaining to at least one of the co-owners and that was enough for Richard to give him his full and undivided attention. Daran and the other workers went about their business, leaving Richard to deal with Marot undisturbed, just as he’d like. He always worked better with customers without his brother or other sending him judgemental glares anyway, though there were times it was fun just to see how angry or flustered they got.
He heard Marot mutter something, though he wasn’t sure if he was meant to hear him or if he was simply talking aloud to himself. If it was the former, than he’d need to speak louder, for Richard’s delicate ears barely registered that he was even talking. If it was the latter, than Richard could find no fault in him, as he was prone to do that from time to time. He simply couldn’t help it. Maybe Marot liked the sound of his own voice too?
As good of a poker face that Richard had, he wasn’t quite sure he had stopped the grimace from lighting his features briefly as the other man drew close. It wasn’t that he found him repulsive, just that he wasn’t prepared for the smell of sweat and grass, though once it was there, he settled back into his normal guise once more, flashing him a polite smile as he addressed him. “I was thinking money. What? Where you perhaps thinking of something else?”
He heard an annoyed sigh from behind him, and it took much effort for Richard not to laugh at Daran’s obvious dismay. He heard paper crumbling and glanced back to see his twin move back towards the office, and the moment the door closed, Richard added in. “Don’t worry about him. He just hates adventure and fun, that’s all. All work and no play, that guy.”
He then leaned over to whisper, despite knowing that there was no way Daran could hear them. “He’s my twin brother, much to his dismay, and between you and me, it’s no wonder I’m the one that runs the store, right?”
Richard arched a crimson brow at the man’s introduction, and if he ever needed confirmation that he was going to like this fellow enough to want him to come back around, that was it. He bowed his head in greeting, before returning the return. “Pleasure to meet you, Marot Sounds Like Tarot. Name’s Richard, sounds like… picture? As in I’m pretty as a picture.”
He glanced at the meager amount that was placed on his counter, and his smile almost faded. Almost. “Yes, let’s arrange a deal. I want your friend to have his or her candy, but Daran would snap my neck, skin me and then mount me in his living room. I’m sure I’d make a great coat rack, but that’s not a fate I’m looking forward to, as you can imagine.”
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Posted: Sun Mar 30, 2014 2:40 pm
"No, no no, I wasn't thinking nothing else. But if you had something else, something worthy, something nice, something to do, I could do that. I'm good for it. I promise." An offer! An offer, that was fine, that was good! That meant he could keep his money and buy some dinner later! That was fantastic! Absolutely amiable! Yes, he liked this red haired man. He was a good man. But they were all good, but he was better than good. Dare he say it? YES! Yes, he was great! Great man, a good man! A wonderful man!
"I will do most anything. NO sex, no drugs though. I haven't had sex before, no reason to, don't wanna just do it for no reason, I guess, but no, sex. I don't mind sleeping with people, it's fine and warm and nice, but no sex, nope nope nope. And no drugs, either, nope. Because drugs take you to dark, dark dark dark places. Bad places. My friend Claude, he did drugs, got hit buy a tractor trailer. It's a terrible terrible thing. So no drugs. Then again, those two things didn't happen at the same time, doing drugs and then getting hit by a truck. Oh, no delivering drugs either. Bad mojo, I tell you." Marot made certain to lean in close when he said all of these things. Drugs and sex? Those shouldn't be heard by anyone besides the ones that were speaking! Otherwise the cops would want to take him away for questioning again. He hated cops. Okay, he didn't HATE them, but they were intimidating. And very upsetting at times.
"I don't want you to have your neck snapped! Or You skinned! Granted, I THINK you're kidding, but you can never tell. Nope, nope, never can tell. So For now, yes, deal! What would you like, Richard, sounds like picture. Just so you know..." He leaned in real close again, grinning from ear to ear. "That doesn't rhyme. Pictured is what you want, yes yes!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2014 11:38 am
In all honesty, Richard wasn’t really thinking too far ahead into his little game, merely playing by ear and all according to his whims, so when it came down to payment, he was initially thinking of just having him owe him money later, or perhaps work a few days in the store to make up for what he’d be losing today. Then again, there was the matter of offering him candy for the payment of a one night only deal, but Marot was quick to throw that idea out the window. Drugs? Richard’s drug was life and the enjoyment of it, so that was right out.
He allowed his grimace to be seen when his customer recited the fate of poor Claude, and he tried his absolute damnest not laugh or otherwise look like he was taking some sick personal enjoyment out of some man’s terrible fate with a tractor. He wondered how the man even managed to get himself into that kind of predicament, but that’d likely cause his mind to wander and it was already clear that Marot’s had reached all corners of the globe already. For him to do so, he’d only be following in anothers’ footsteps and that wasn’t Richard style.
“Well, today’s your lucky day because I wasn’t going to dare suggest it,” Richard said, even though it was a small, white lie. He might have looked like a scraggy stray and smelled like sweat, but he would have still had sex with him. He’d just want to take a bath immediately afterwards. Or perhaps run him through the shower first, then have sex, then shower, then sex in the shower. He was having trouble reigning his thoughts back in, and yet when he did, he pondered why the first thing to come to his mind was something devious, maybe even cruel? This Marot fellow was definitely devoted, and he said he’d do anything for a friend. Why not make him his friend? Buddingtonite’s friend?
“Well, I have an idea, but it’s one that’ll change your life around.” He gave Marot another look over, then wore a humored expression as he added. “For the better. Don’t worry, it’s neither sex or drugs, nor the transportation or concealment of drugs- I am a candy maker, and the only addiction I feed is a sugar addiction. How about I wrap all of this up for you and finish business with my brother, and I’ll discuss our payment during a nice long walk? Should only take a few minutes if you’d like to wait outside?”
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Posted: Tue Apr 15, 2014 2:15 pm
"Well that's good, that's fantastic, thank you!" Picking up his coins from the counter and shoving them back into his pocket, Marot continued to just smile at the man before him, shifting his weight back and forth between his feet before nodding excitedly at the idea of a walk. That would be nice. It was a nice day too!
"I've heard that before.. Change your life around.. Those people weren't very much the savory sort. I think they tried to steal my kidney, but in the end, It turned out okay. And this is a legit business! And sugar addiction can sometimes be bad, but not that bad of all the bad things that could happen, so Okay! I'll go wait outside for you." His friend downstairs wouldn't mind if he was a little late. Sure, they were REALLY wanting that candy, but He couldn't just TAKE it. And this guy was so nice, and his smile was very charming, so he could be trusted, right? And he could be a new friend! A wonderful, new friend! Aaah, this day was just fantastic for Marot!
With a quick nod, he quickly made his way outside of the shop, standing against the glass and HOPING that he wasn't in the way, or looking suspicious, not today! He wanted to be good, be proper for his deal, for his new friend!
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 9:41 am
This was almost too easy, but Richard wasn't the type to scoff at easy. He welcomed it. For the longest time, his luck suffered and life made a point to be ridiculously difficult for awhile, so any time Richard was welcomed with a delightful change of pace such as this, he was quick to take full advantage of it. Maybe he was being impulsive, but he figured he had nothing to lose.
What Marot didn't know was that this 'payment' would be an ongoing on, and definitely a life changing one. From what very little he knew of Marot, he appeared to be the perfect candidate for the Negaverse, though in what form was left to question. Considering the last time he came across this dilemma and finding a willing recruit, one would have expected Richard to show more class or restraint when it came to recruitment, but that was long enough ago where it might as well have been one of those pesky childhood memories. At least in Richard's mind, anyway. Now, he was a general, his powers honed and having a bigger understanding of how the whole pushing Chaos into starseeds went. He was certain that he'd pull this off without a hitch, and if he did happen to mess up and create another beastly thing... he was going to do it as far away from his store as possible and let it become someone else's problem.
Either way, Negaverse was going to grow stronger by one more today, and that's all the encouragement he needed.
"Trust me, I have no intentions of stealing organs... they don't make good candy and I doubt there's a market for organ shaped or flavored sweets outside of hearts," Richard said in jest, allowing Marot to carry on with his rambling as he took care of some last minute details in the shop. He tapped on the door and motioned his departure to Daran, knowing to expect his agitated glare before shaking his head and returning to work. He trusted Daran to keep things going while he was gone, and when he grabbed his coat, it was clear that he was going to be gone for awhile. He had no choice in the matter- his other duty called!
He stepped outside, coat on and candy in hand, and he motioned for Marot to follow him. Where they were going? He wasn't sure, but he'd make sure it was far enough away to where he didn't attract attention back to his or Krishna's store, as well as secluded but not too frightening as to not alarm Marot. After all, he promised him he wouldn't take his kidneys and with that kind of mindset, being lured into a dark and scary alley wouldn't help ease that fear.
"So, tell me about yourself. You sounds like you're a very devoted and caring individual... willing to spend the last few dollars and cents in your pocket for a friend instead of on yourself. Does this extend to all aspects of your life, or just this friend and his or her desire for chocolate?"
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2014 11:42 am
"Hehe.. Hearts. That's hilarious.." Marot mumbled under his breath, grinning to himself as he imagined kidneys and livers and brains on lollipop sticks. He bet to himself that there probably WAS a market in such things, maybe with vampires. Or zombies. Or maybe even weird cannibals, but that would be actual body parts, not just candy. He continued to ponder such things as he stood outside, watching some of the cars go by. Atleast today was one of his neater days; though he did stand out, there was just a bit less dirt on his cheeks, and sweat on his brow. Just a little bit.
Soon enough the charming red haired man stepped outside, and Marot was all too quick to stay on his heel. What exactly were they going to do? He did remember his promise not to take his organs, right? Oooh, maybe he wanted him to try to help a sick person. He wouldn't mind doing that. He was good at that. Attempting to reel his mind back in when Richard began to speak again, he moved in closer, trying to make sure he heard all of what was said.
"Everything!" It came out so naturally in response to the question. "I'll do anything for my friends! They deserve it! They work hard in their lives and if I can make it a little better with anything I have, then I will! I'd give my life for them, Give them my kidneys or livers or anything else! As long as they smile at me, as long as they are happy with me, I'll do it! Of course, yeah, no sex or drugs, but anything else, yes! I really like to run too, does that count as telling you about myself. I love to run! Run, jump, swing, bike, climb, roll, dance, flip, spring, and Move! Just Moving! It's fantastic! There are people who can't move at all, you know that, right? So many people who just can't do it, so I should do it enough for all of them! And Magic! I love magic, it's the coolest thing in the entire world! Besides jumping off of things. Okay, so maybe not cool, that can be scary and dangerous at times, but magic is still so very fascinating!" He stopped for just a moment, taking in another deep breath before continuing.
"Oooh, and you know, I fight? Not violent fighting, Like.. Dance fighting! All of my family dance fights! Well, no, no they don't. I dance fight. They are in the military, I think. It's been a long long long long long time since I've seen or heard from them! But that's okay, I love them, and if they are too busy to talk to me, that's just fine. I think most of them are back in Hungary... I don't know. Where are you from? What do you like to do? And where are we going? You DID say you wouldn't steal my organs, but this still feels sketch. That's the word for it, sketch."
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2014 12:51 pm
Others might have been put off by the close vicinity of the possibly homeless man and perhaps Richard would have been too if his mood wasn’t so damn pleasant right now, but Richard was hardly bothered by it. Not to be rude to poor Marot who was otherwise adding flavor to his boring day, but Richard’s mind was simply on another matter. He was going to give this man a purpose in life, though it was hard to not focus on the last time he tried to do such a thing.
His store was in shambles. Lucca had transformed before his very eyes. Her screams echoed in his ears, as if an insect had flown into his ear and slammed against the walls of his cranium to get out. Where did Lucca go? What had he done?!
He blinked and found himself walking in the streets, and for a second he almost forgot where he was and what he was doing. Thankfully, Marot was perfect in reeling him back into reality, and just like that, Richard was all smiles and work again. There was something about Marot that he found himself not only liking, but relating to, though he wasn’t quite sure if it was his love of always talking or something far deeper than that. No, he was quite sure it did, but what exactly? He’d have to find out later, as he found the perfect spot. Not too scary looking but also isolated from the rest of the city from prying eyes. Right there between two businesses, where a now boarded up old coffee and sandwich shop used to dwell. There was a dried up fountain in the center and overgrown weeds here and there, unkept but also secluded enough for a Negaverse officer to power up. He let out a soft laugh, snapping his fingers to catch Marot’s attention, and when he turned to face him, he was General Buddingtonite, decked head to toe in his Sunday’s best and flashing the man a smile, as if waiting for a reaction to the sudden change of appearance. “Well, I hope you’re being honest when you said you like magic. I would have shouted ‘presto’ but I’m trying to be a little discreet here. Also, I have no use for your organs… so rest assured, they’re safe.”
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2014 9:24 am
If there was one thing that Marot was proud of, it was the fact that as quick as his mind and body were, his eyes were the quickest, and he saw the flicker of emotion that Richard had on his face. Well, not that there was emotion there, it just seemed blank. There was nothing there. Or at least that's how he saw it as.
"You're thinking. I mean, yeah, everyone thinks, but that's not pleasant thoughts.." Marot side stepped in front of him after the transformation, and though as normally ecstatic and excited as he would have been, he was worried, so worried for his new friend. For just a brief moment, he pressed his forehead to Buddy's, his words flying from his lips quickly and softly, as if it was the most sacred of secrets that ever existed.
"Suffering.. That pain and hurt and something bad happened, didn't it? But you smile still.. You are strong, so very strong but don't overwork yourself, okay? The last time someone did that.. Well, there was an incident with some firecrackers and a river and it was just terrible, I don't want that to happen to you too, okay? I like you, you're a new friend, so be okay, okay? If you need help being okay, I'll do what I can, because I love all my friends and you're no exception and I'll be there just like that. " Mocking the other's hand motion, he snapped, and backed up, smiling and looking him over with intrigue.
"Many flowers, so many flower. You must like flowers, huh? So many roses! I don't know how you got so many, but there are so many! Maybe the next time I see you I'll bring flowers! That will make you smile, right? Unless you are wearing flowers ironically and actually don't like flowers.. But yes, you are one of those.. Magical people. Super magical people, not like parlor tricks and things I do, but ACTUAL magic. Hrm... I like this, yes. My organs like this too. But what does this have to do with my payment?" There were rumors that people like this tended to want to steal energy from individuals. And if that was the case, as long as he didn't die, that would be okay. After all, energy could always come back with some food, so if he wanted that, that would be perfectly fine. But that wasn't quite life-changing, was it?
"I.. Hrm.. Am I gonna be a magical individual too?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2014 12:03 pm
Marot's insight was spot on, much to the Negaverse general's dismay, and it served as a reminder to just how much harder he needed to work on his outer appearance. For someone to immediately pick up on that brief moment of distress as Marot did either meant his act wasn't nearly as perfect as he thought it would be, or perhaps... Marot understood him. Marot recognized that stare and knew where his mind had went because he had experience with. By the way he talked, it seemed to be the latter... which meant he and Marot were going to get along just fine.
As much as he adored being the center of attention, it wasn't his intention to worry poor Marot like that, and he immediately sought to put the poor man's fears to ease. Because he was alright. Buddingtonite was alright now, and he was determined to prove it with his new friend. He took advantage of Marot's closeness by cupping his cheeks with gloved hands, gentle but making sure his presence was known and that he'd keep those gorgeous lavender eyes on him. "Do... not worry about me, Marot. Bad things happen all the time, but it's alright... I'm in control of such things, and soon, you will be too. I'll share that control and my strength with you, because I see you as a friend, and friends share what they have."
He released his hold on Marot and allowed him to mimic him, finding some humor in his actions and chuckling softly as he considered Marot's words. Perhaps he was doing this for all the wrong reasons, but it seemed far too late to go back on his word now, especially when he seemed so enthusiastic to the idea of joining him. Despite how tickled he was, he would offer Marot some insight before committing to the act, as well as allowing for the choice. After all, it'd be rude not to. "Think of it as... continued employment, Marot. This will not only pay for the candy you seek today, but any other day, and the benefits that come with being a part of the Negaverse are certainly not something to scoff at. I won't lie, it'll be hard work, and you may have to get your hands dirty, but please trust me when I tell you that it's for the best."
In response to Marot's question, he answered in truth. "In a way, yes. You will be given the Dark Gift and you will use it to make Destiny City and Earth a better place in the long run. Our enemies, the ones that threaten our world, also hold magic of their own, so there may be times when it's dangerous. But if you stick with me and listen to me, I'll do my best to keep you safe. Do you understand, and accept this employment, my good friend?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 22, 2014 1:03 pm
"Aah.. Continued employment.. ah... Aaaah, that might not be a good thing.. No, no, Because I forget, I get lost and I forget, and i do not mean to, but it happens and I feel very very terrible, so I try my hardest not to forget but sometimes I just can't help it and I get fired. I get fired so often.. That's why I don't have a real job. I mean, I have a real job but I just.. I'm sorry, but if this is what it is, I don't think I can do it." Marot, after letting the moment of sadness between them pass, began to fidget, pinching his index finger between the opposite index and thumb low against his belly. His eyes finally broke contact with Buddingtonite, ashamed of how he worked at times, ashamed at how often he was fired, of how 'unreliable' he was when it came to being at places on time when he didn't want to or set it as a priority. But this was his FRIEND asking. And Friends always came first!
"I.. I uh.. Um.. Let me think.." His hand came up to press his the bottom of his palm to his forehead, rocking it back and forth, trying to get his mind to stabilitize if only for a moment. THIS IS IMPORTANT he repeated over and over to himself, muttering it at times even.
"I want to do what you say. But it is not a job. It is for YOU. If it is a job, then there is not joy in it for me. But it is for you. For YOU, my friend, I won't forget, because it is for YOU. For Richard, for you." His words were muttered more loudly this time, not exactly hearing that he was to make this city that he called home safe 'in the long run'. That wasn't priority, that wasn't what he wanted to do. Not that he didn't care.. Okay, maybe he really didn't care, but it was for him, for the man infront of him, for his FRIEND.
Finally bringing himself together, he gazed back into Buddy's own lovely red eyes, slowly nodding that he accepted.
"I do. I accept. But you will have to teach me. I am not.." He bit his lip, trying to figure out how to put how he thought of himself into words. He was smart! And he was strong! And he was handsome and brave and funny and everything! But people still seemed to not like him. What did they call him..? What was it..?
"I am not normal." Marot finally responded, nodding a few times. "I am not normal. I am weird. But I am happy, and so many other things. So I will do my best to keep you safe too. You will be my teacher, my master in these things. Okay? Okay." With that, he calmly took a step backwards, happy that he was able to put everything into common words. He would do this. He would do whatever he could to help this new, this sad friend.
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