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 Posted: Fri Jan 24, 2014 9:35 pm
Nevada did it...she finally finished the last stack of mission reports that had been dropped on her little mist area of the life labs. You'd think it wouldn't make sense but there was like...a brothership between Life and Death. of the Caelius/Dr.H kind of ship and Lance well...he just let his girls watch and learn.
She took the stack and shuffled her way...with a yawn, to Mark's office to drop it off.
"Excuse me Master Mark, your daily reports." She knocked on his door and waited.
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 12:30 am
Mark looked way more miserable than usual, huddled up in a small corner of his desk balancing a keyboard on his lap and another keyboard-like object on his knees while he typed very slowly. Even the printer in the background was making sad putting noises and the Death assistant's chin was only an inch above his desk. He lethargically turned over Nevada's direction. "Oh good. It's about time."
Mark dramatically turned his head to the other side. "Make it quick."
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 12:40 am
The miserable would've had the mist huntress clucking her tongue and attempting to comfort the poor death assistant...had it not been for the naked pictures of herself and Stormy that she suddenly remembered. Whatever mark's problems were...
Damn it.
"Make what quick?" She dropped the reports with the rest of them on his desk and then moved over his shoulder...close enough to see what he was doing but not close enough that she would catch a rampant disease from his body.
She was pretty sure that Mark was the number one carrier of germs. "Whatcha doin' Handsome?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 12:57 am
Having no longer the energy to crane his neck while stooping at the table, Mark's head simply flopped onto his top keyboard, the rest of his body still a bag of potatoes, though his hand did continue to type on one keyboard. "I'm- I'm a failure. I failed myself. I don't belong in this world anymore. Goodbye- yes, goodbye world. Tell my rpers I loved them. Most of them. The ones that like, rped and actually tagged me."
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 1:02 am
Oh he was reverting to like...depression. Nevada was terrible with these kind of people.
She lowered herself to his level, crouching next to him and putting her arms around her knee's, hair curling around her feet and stared at him with her one good eye.
"Well...Mark uh...Why did you fail? What is....Ar...peeing?" She stared a little more at him, "And why would you tag them?" Hey look, she wasn't all that into like video games. "Can't you like um....phoenix down and just...heal yourself??" Isn't that what nerds said to each other in their depressed times?!?
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 1:13 am
Mark didn't even have the energy to give Nevada a horrified reaction and instead just hit his head against the keyboard several times. One of his computer screens currently wrote [Solo] The Stark Empire Epilogue but the rest of it was unwritten save some keyboard smashing courtesy of Mark's head.
He very sadly and pitifully pulled out a can of beer and took a long drink. "Look at this," he finally said, staring at his computer screen, "I can't even write a solo. I'm a failure. A Jedi failure. I'm so much of a failure I'm like talking to you about my failures. I don't even know who you are, you could be crazy." Pause. "You're not crazy, are you?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 1:26 am
Oh no she got a response that was not good. Her nerd lingo must not be working. She gently pushed the keyboard away from Mark's very battered forehead and pushed it away.
"Well handsome..." She looked and tried to decipher the words and their meanings. Solo she got, the rest of it well....she had no idea. It was like looking at the Matrix code and trying to decipher it right?
She stared at the beer and then made herself more comfortable by him, pretending that the odor or clutter didn't bother her and since it she seemed likely she'd be here for awhile. "A jedi?" She asked curiously and then moved on, "Well lucky for you, I'm like...a quarter crazy. Three quarters sane though." She teased. "Do you need like...a partner or something to help you...do this or something?" She waved at the computer, "Maybe you should bounce your idea of someone else and see what they say too?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 11:36 pm
Internal but still very emotionally distraught Mark quietly assessed Nevada. She clearly didn't have Aria boobies, but they weren't bad, he guessed. Mist quality, which he would have admired more if he weren't busy feeling sorry for himself. Which he was.
"Eh," Mark started, noncommitally, not even noticing the second keyboard removal, "I'm writing a very important post to channel my sad feels into a like, creative output. So what happened is Tony Stark, my character, went back in time, only it wasn't actually his timeline, more the timeline from Avengers Return anyway, in the timeline he encounters seven fragments that are actually reincarnated versions of a volcanic beast from...." And then Mark just kept on going on. And on. And on. ".... All the things, he's a pretty broken person so I need to write a sad touching solo about my feelings." Pause. "I mean his feelings. I'm going for a like, tragic backstory feel."
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 1:54 pm
Nevada wasn't sure why Mark was staring at her, and in fact wouldn't be offended by his assesment over all. Of course she didn't have Aria boobies, Aria was her own like...traitorous gorgeous. Nevada could only weep in the corner with her lack of bust and smaller petite form.
"Eh?" She scooted closer, so he didn't have to yell.
AND IMMEDIATELY regretted letting him talk. At first she was mmhmming, and uh huhing...oh is that so Mark? Wow...Oh that's cool...oh but that's bad.. Oh huh. Weird. Okay I gotchu.
For however long he talked until he stopped talking because wow.
"So it's not actually Tony Stark you're writing about?" She smiled, leaning back and stretching now that story time was over. "What's wrong Mark, Tired of being a Death assistant? Life constantly in danger?....Is this because you don't have a girlfriend?....or is it because I heard you joined the uh...Dark side."
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 10:47 pm
"Tony Stark doesn't have adventures," Mark began to argue, "he is a genius, a true genius, the world at his merc-" he suddenly paused as suddenly Nevada moved from Creepy Girl territory to Extremely Ruthless Blackmailer.
"W-what?" And suddenly he was back to slug mode. "Who told you - who told you about that. I didn't join the Dark side, I was uh, brainwashed. You can't hold me responsible for things Dark side brainwashed me did and you'll never get away with it anyway! Well not like, not until I finish this solo." He stared at his computer screen.
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Posted: Sun Jan 26, 2014 11:00 pm
"Tony Stark sounds like he had TOO many adventures." She argued back, but not understanding of course what she was arguing. She wasn't into all that anyways. "you can be a genius and still have adventures. I mean look at Finn and Jake. They are totally geniuses and go on Adventures...jesus their show is called Adventure time after all!" She blinked, "When was the world at Tony's mercy?"
Then he went back into his like depressed hobo stage and gave her an idea. He had all his fun blackmailing her and Stormy with their naked pictures...His was the whole...
"I hope you know I am a agent of the good side, The right side." She smiled at him, "I was actually sent to investigate your uh...betrayal to our side." She clucked her tongue at him, "Poor Mark, All those....um...Jedi's you killed....A whole colony of them...while you were dark siding...."
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Posted: Mon Jan 27, 2014 4:04 pm
Mark practically shrank under his table. "But I don't remember killing any Jedi. I mean, like, technically there aren't even that many certified Jedi around." He looked absolutely miserable, and was more than happy to tweet how miserable he was to the rest of Deus along with an epilogue about his sad, misunderstood fight to just do the right thing that had eventually lead in his downfall. The Death assistant looked up at Nevada with large - well, the best way to explain them was homeless woobie eyes - nevermind that Nevada herself was technically also, not a Jedi, "Did they, did they at least forgive me?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 01, 2014 10:11 am
"The dark side made you uh...heavy with power Mark...You forgot about the secret association of the good...you forgot yourself..." She waved her hand in front of his face.
The homeless woobie eyes just...killed her. It was like looking at a stray flea bitten dog who was nothing more then scraps. It was like looking at...
She reached over, brought him down to her bosom and held him there.
"No. You have a lot of work to get them to forgive you."
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Posted: Sun Feb 02, 2014 12:46 am
"Tell me Obi-wan Kenobi, you are my only hope." Mark looked up - which was a great vantage position by the way - and did his best to resist touching the glorious supple offering put in front of him. He sat on his hands. "Wait, what like- what kind of work are we talking about here?"
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