Huff and puff (Marcus/Bailey)

[Blake Oleander]

Blake strode confidently through the underground facility that had been under their territory.  Or at least a part of it that they still held.  The monsters from the end had pushed back Blake's forces inch by inch over the last eight years and the Capital of Aurora was now one of the last bastions of civilization and peace within the known lands.  He knew it was similar elsewhere thanks to Virgil, he had an appraisal of the other territories and the lands beyond the Ocean that were held by the Conqueror and others.  Things were bleak and it was hard for many to keep going.  It was in times like these that Blake took comfort in his past, holding on to familiar mantras.  Like the arrow loosed from the quiver, the war that raged around him was meaningless.  All that mattered was hitting his target.  Today, that was down here.

"What is the code to the Pod Virgil?"

Virgil thought for half a second before rattling off a long string of numbers that Blake would slowly peck away at on the keyboard.  Finger after finger hesitantly typing away taking care to to input the correct numbers to awaken the man that Virgil said he'd find here.  A soldier of the old times who may be able to help him turn the tide against the Conqueror and his forces and reclaim their lands. 

With the code entered the containment unit would hiss as machinery came to life to begin the unthawing process.  Holding a hand back to tell Virgil to give him some space, Blake would slowly approach the container, his strike glove hands reaching for his sword as he watched the contraption, as if dubious it wouldn't just explode.  He'd never seen something like this before... 

[Marcus Prasad]

What the pod contained SHOULD have been little more than a cadaver, having remained buried for an unknown amount of years. However as old Machinery groaned to life, the status displays would show a stable if slowed heartbeat. The glass Case would have a sheet of ice frosted within it, obscuring the silhouette of whomever or whatever was inside.
As the Pod depressurized, vents surrounding the machine would release the super cooled gas like jets sending billowing cold clouds of vapor to seep around the room.

Eventually the pod hatch would swing open, revealing its occupant to be a young man, in his late 20's by the looks of it. His hair was a wild brown mane, his face bronze with a shaggy goatee. As the Machine wound down to complete it's cycle, he began to stir sluggishly. His limbs and joints still undergoing their own defrosting as he rolled off of the pod and onto the floor, as naked as the day he was born. If he noticed the other occupants in the room, he showed no signs as he groggily rose to his feet, bracing himself against the now empty pod, throat raw as he hacked and coughed.

Without a word, the Naked tanned skinned man would wibble and wobble his way towards the corner of the room and slap his hand against the wall to support himself before taking a long and CONSIDERABLY satisfying piss.

[Bailey Oleander]

The journey to the facility was supposed to bring something important to help against their enemy, and while Bailey had no name for the man who stepped out of the pod, she was more than happy trying to find one while he relieved himself. History had been made and remade by a single person in the past, after all.

She looked to Blake and Virgil with raised brows, then some sign of who this was without interrupting the stranger.

[Blake Oleander]

Blake would relax as the naked man stepped out and pissed on the wall. Glancing back at Virgil and Bailey with a nod he'd take a step back.

"Watch your feet."

There was no telling how much pee there would be.

[Marcus Prasad]

There would be a not inconsiderable amount of pee at least. It was always the worst when one had just woken up.

The man's mind was a swirling morass of images as his brain strained to knit his memories back together again. It was much like trying in vain to remember a dream upon waking up. The last thing he remembered was staring down a man who wore a cloth over his mouth and......
Screaming?
Eventually he would walk over to Blake and Bailey, steps growing more and more confident as he slowly regained control of his thawing body.

"Hope you....don't mind. Didn't see a toilet ready."
He grumbled with a smirk before gesturing to the pod.
"So, guess.....I got you guys to thanks for...."

Sucking in a deep breath, Marcus Prasad- Yes YES! That was his name! His name was Marcus and he........
Shit.
The rest would have to come later. It just hurt too much to think.
Right now he would look his apparent saviors over, not recognizing any of them at all.
"So uhhhhh. Hmm. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

[Blake Oleander]

"Blake." He'd say, extending a gloved hand toward the man before he motioned toward the others with his head. "Virgil and Bailey."

Virgil would step forward, keeping an eye out to make sure he didn't step in anything urine soaked.

"His Royal Highness Blake Oleander and Her Majesty Queen Bailey Oleander have come seeking your aid in ridding the lands of the demons that are draining the life from this world. To those ends we have located this underground facility to liberate you."

[Bailey Oleander]

Bailey nodded and made sure to step back as well and keep a safe enough distance at Blake's warning.

"It's fine." Bailey shook her head. Anyone who would complain about it wasn't actively present that she knew of. She brushed some of her bangs from her face, nodding at the introductions.

"What is the end of the world, put simply."

[Marcus Prasad]

For a moment Marcus just stood there, blinking at the trio with an expression of sheer bemusement.
"Wait, what? Nah, y'all fuckin with me right now yeah?"
Granted the man WAS strong, He could sense it easily. The young 'Queen' was no slouch either and the third man.....
Man? Something was off about this Virgil. Marcus couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was a scent off Virgil that marked him as not quite human.

"The hell do you mean 'Demons'. End of the world? Been there, done that thanks to....."
For a moment Marcus shuddered as a name began to dance upon the surface of his mind.
"....Someone. Shit, My skull."
He moaned, gripping the side of his head.
This HAD to be a joke. It just sounded too much like a B movie plot.

[Blake Oleander]

"Virgil?"

Blake growled, frustrated that this wasn't going well and this man seemed to be broken.

Virgil nodded, anticipating Blake and would eye Marcus with a knowing look.

"The side effects of the unfreezing process will take some time to go away. You have been out for decades Marcus Prasad. But I assure you, this is different from Barker and his experiments. We are dealing with beings from realities not our own, and as we speak our world is colliding with another world, their mutual destruction feeding into each other and weakening the fabric between reality and time as you understand it."

"So can you fight? Will you fight? Or are you broken? I need to know if I need to find something else to help me save my people or not." Blake's tone was curt, time was of the essence and he had no time for someone to catch up. Every second wasted was another soul in this world lost, and a moment closer to the destruction of the actual reality that they inhabited, let alone all life."

[Bailey Oleander]

"Try not to overthink it. Like Virgil says, you've been gone for a long time. It will take some time to catch up and feel more like yourself." Thankfully, this one was not grabbing her ass. Small blessings.

Uhphased by Blake's tone, she looks to Marcus, wondering if he was indeed in fighting condition, or would even admit if he wasn't.

[Marcus Prasad]

"BROKEN!?!?!?"
Marcus roared before taking a step forward, resplendent in all his nakedness.
"Listen here Lord High Mucky Muck, I'm being told I went into a deep sleep for god knows what reason and now all a' sudden I gotta square myself up and fight some demons or something? Does that sound like the kind of shite a guy like me wants to hear the second they wake up?"

Hearing Barker's name spoken aloud seemed to shake something loose within the mans skull. Faces and names began to flash infront of his mind and comprehension began to fill the frazzled corners of his brain.

Taking a step back, Marcus turned his gaze to Bailey, impressed that she seemed entirely indifferent to his nudity. In fact NONE of them seemed to bothered by it which was admittedly disappointing. Marcus was vulnerable and trying very hard not to show it, which would have been easier if he could at least make the others somewhat uncomfortable.
"Honestly Your highness, a good start for me feeling more like myself would be a nice change of clothes."
He admitted, body shuttering from the ice melting off of his body. He turned Back to Blake the so called king, Looking him over again.
"Not that I don't mind standing around letting y'all get a nice eyeful, But you can understand I'm a tad.....cold."

Suddenly Marcus would move almost inhumanly fast, Launching himself at Blake and reaching for the mans arm. If the King didn't react fast enough, Marcus would clamp a vice-like grip on his wrist and pull it upwards.

"Where'dya get them gloves from bud?"
Marcus would ask with a pointed expression and a frown on his face.
He remembered those gloves.
"The Man who owned those before. I knew him. Last I checked he still had them. So tell me, why are they on YOUR hands?"
The tone in his voice was dangerous. There was no telling how the man would react depending on how the King would answer.

[Blake Oleander]

Did it sound like something a man like Marcus wanted to hear and could deal with? He couldn't say. He didn't know the man, but Blake knew he would deal with it if it was him. As he had dealt with worse and kept moving forward. But he'd let the man get it all out. They'd already come prepared with clothes for the man in Virgil's pack. Virgil knowing his exact sizes for everything of course.

Though when Marcus grabbed his arm and lifted it up pulling it up Blake would react just as fast slamming his face forward at a near equal inhuman speed right for Marcus' nose!

[Bailey Oleander]

"Of course." But Bailey doesn't get much more out than that before Marcus gets...upset. She tensed for a moment, not knowing what the man would do, but once it was clear he had grabbed her husband and thrown a punch, she merely took two more steps backward, hands folded in front of her. She knew he could handle himself.

It was probably the fastest way to answer the questions they needed to know most, anyway.  So Bailey would opt not to intervene or interrupt unless things got out of hand!

[Marcus Prasad]

Well THAT certainly was an answer.

The man was fast, Virtually on Par with Marcus himself, but he had been in more than enough fights to know a headbutt when he saw one. With barely enough time to react, Marcus dropped his chin down and took the Hit forehead to forehead. Even avoiding an insta-KO and a broken nose didn't stop the sheer strength of the supposed King from nearly scrambling Marcus' brains within his own skull.

Painful starbursts dancing behind his eyes and hand still clutched around Blakes wrist, Marcus would Bend backwards at the knee and launch a kick straight into the side of Blakes head. His grip on Blakes wrist would keep him off the ground for the attack so long as Blake remained standing.

[Blake Oleander]

Blake didn't even attempt to dodge or block the kick that came for his head. Living crystal instead springing forth to shield him as Marcus' leg slammed into it. Blake's free arm moving to backhand the leg. This man was said to be a champion, he was more than happy to test his measure.

Living Crystal embodies these gloves and can sense danger on their own, rapidly expanding into jagged crystals to act as a shield, covering the arm and expanding where needed with the Def of 3/4ths his energy. Automatically used when needed 3 times per thread should an attack not be blocked, deflected, or dodged.

Lightning Strike Gloves (Relic): +12 Atk, +12 Spd

These gloves allow the wearer to always hit with their entire Atk stat even if glancing or touching with a finger. The first punch/attack landed with these gloves on adds +150% Atk to the wearers Atk stat, and five times a thread they can add 100% the user's energy stat to their attack stat.

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