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My name is Markiplier or Actor Mark, but you may call me Mark or Actor. I am a proud member/alter of the Xenoverse system. You can check our main blog at @xenoverse2194
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Wonderful, isn't it~
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*A lab that was once destroyed and reported over the news to have been the place of a horrendous massacre now is where you find yourself, except it looks... new. It looks better than ever, like from out of a futuristic sci-fi movie. Everything is renewed, more than what thousands of generations could achieve. Within the lab, where a test subject used to reside on the other side of a clear wall that no longer is there, sits an unknown individual on a rather odd and complex looking chair. The odd individual's eyes lock themselves to you, its head being an actual text box. They eyes shine fiercely as they stare at you.
We're still as busy as ever, but making progress! We are finally on the last stretch of our procedure to get our teeth! Yippee!!!
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Pitch flicks the knife away, tossing the star canister into Mark's lap, walking around the chair to meet face to face. They perch on the coffee table, eyes trained on him.
"Half of a star. Our best bet, should Nox decide to try again." They cracked their neck. "I spoke with Astéri. We have a plan, I just need your help. He will not trust me, but he will trust you."
They squished him once more, before retracting. "He will trust you as a former subject, but I have betrayed him. He will likely be pleased to have any traitors to enact revenge on."
Pitch flicks the knife away, tossing the star canister into Mark's lap, walking around the chair to meet face to face. They perch on the coffee table, eyes trained on him.
"Half of a star. Our best bet, should Nox decide to try again." They cracked their neck. "I spoke with Astéri. We have a plan, I just need your help. He will not trust me, but he will trust you."
They squished him once more, before retracting. "He will trust you as a former subject, but I have betrayed him. He will likely be pleased to have any traitors to enact revenge on."
Hi! Would you consider doing another Actor/Dark fic? It's really fun when it's Dark who does a bunch of teasing and acts all innocent and smug about it, so maybe something like that? They could be at an event of some kind and Actor gets so riled up that he drags him into a private room or closet or something >:3 I don't mind who gets to top, but Actor is kind of a really cute bottom..... ;)
These rivals fuck sometimes, idk what to tell you.
Warnings: semi-public sex, twin cocks, public teasing
Being cast as the villain made it so Dark was frequently involved in various social events by Mark's side. These events often served as promotion and networking, and they really didn't enjoy it. It wasn't that they were against the idea, it was how overwhelming it could be. It was how often they felt people's eyes bore into their head. Like they knew something was off, though Dark took care to blend in.
Dark swirled wine in their glass as Mark chattered on, getting an idea on how to occupy themself while people politely ignored them.
They started off easy, passing by Mark and brushing his back. He barely noticed.
They held out a chair for him, their long, graceful fingers brushing his backside. That was more like it. Mark looked up, surprised. Dark pretended to ignore him.
They sat there and ate, perfectly mimicking humans and how they behave. Their foot drifted to Mark's leg, then to his thigh, then just barely, they pressed their knee to his crotch.
"A-ahem-" Mark sputtered, "As I was… saying… They've been a great co-star all these years."
Dark smiled into their glass as Mark shot them a pointed glare. As if demanding they don't do this in front of the others. But that's what made it fun.
After dinner, they get a little more bold. They adjust his tie for him, tightening it a little more than normal. Mark's face burned, unsure whether they were trying to kill or flirt with him.
"Mark… why don't we dance?" They purr.
"I thought you didn't like my dancing, 'Damien'…" His voice is barbed, forcing out Dark's now fake name.
"Let me lead you. It could be a good learning opportunity." Dark took his hand, pulling Mark into a close tango.
They lead him expertly, their smoky eyes full of lust. Mark stumbled, and Dark had no choice but to catch him, leaning over him so closely they could kiss.
Mark let himself go, falling to the floor. He got up, dusting off his coat and pants. "You- what are you doing?!" He hush-yelled.
"Whatever do you mean?" Dark batted their eyes. "I was only trying to help."
"Help? This is not helping! Imagine what the press would think!" He hissed.
Mark hurried off, out of the room to get some privacy. Dark trailed behind.
The two ended up in a closet together, all too close. Dark smiled, the picture of innocence.
"I'm not sure what you're talking about, what would the press have to say?"
"That you- that- that I! That you!" Mark stomped his foot. "Ooooh, don't play games like that!"
Dark gently held his jaw in their hand, fading back into their comfortable gray to save some energy.
"Oh, Mark… all worked up, aren't you?" They pressed their nose to his, dropping to a whisper. "Do you need some help with that?"
Mark opened his mouth to answer, before folding his arms and smugly nodding. He figured Dark would chicken out and knock it off. Dark instead chuckled.
"Gotten bold, haven't we, dear snake?" Dark unbuttoned his suit jacket, setting it aside.
"H-hey, hey, you can't be serious! You said we wouldn't fool around where others might see!" Mark flushed again.
Dark halted. "Well, if you'd rather I not."
Mark grumbled, now frustrated he had to make his interest explicit. He folded his arms again, trying to hide the fact he had been getting aroused.
"My deepest apologies for misunderstanding." They cleared their throat, going to leave. Mark caught them by the wrist.
Dark looked back, Mark trying to piece together words. "N-no… I… do… but don't get us caught, okay? I have a reputation."
"As do I." Dark smiled softly, resuming where they left off.
They pushed his tie to hang over his shoulder and unzipped his pants, letting his cocks free. They were half hard. Dark's cold hands circled his shafts easily, lightly pumping them until they were fully erect. Mark bit back a noise.
Dark dropped to their knees, pausing before taking him. "Happy to see me, hm?" They tease.
Mark's cocks twitched, and he reluctantly nodded.
"Good. I don't know about you, but I was getting bored out there." Their hands grasped his thighs, marked with several scars.
They took one of his shafts in their mouth, sucking the tip first, then deeper. Their throat hollowed, accommodating his length easily. Their long tongue slithered out, licking his balls slowly. Mark shuddered.
"T-that's a new one-" Mark whispered.
Dark smiled internally, pulling away. They took in his other shaft next, sucking and licking him carefully. Mark clung to a shelf behind him, biting his lips.
Dark opened their mouth a little wider than anyone reasonably should, taking in both shafts. Mark let out a soft moan, knees weak from the stimulation. They swallowed around his tips.
Mark dug his hands into their hair, trying desperately not to mewl like a cat. They reached up to shove a handkerchief in his mouth and help him.
Mark gagged on the cloth, taking it out.
"W-what exactly are you getting from this?" He whispered.
Dark pulled away, wiping excess drool. "Hm… Malicious satisfaction. A reason for you to let me have my way with you at home. I think I'll bind you to the wall, hunt you for sport and fuck you. How does that sound?"
Mark whined softly. All he could do was nod. He tried to act all tough and in control, but he was putty in their hands.
Dark returned to sucking him off, the tip of their pointed tongue gracing his perineum. Mark was sweating bullets, trying not to lose control of himself.
His cocks came in tandem, shooting onto their throat. Mark fell to his knees, practically in Dark's lap as he caught his breath.
Dark swallowed thickly, using the handkerchief to dab at their mouth and his forehead.
"How was that, my Snake?" They rested their elbows on his knees.
"... T… too good." Mark panted.
"Oh, poor Hero." Dark pouted teasingly, before getting up to leave.
Mark whined, reaching out for them. They returned to their previous intimate proximity, never intending to leave him there. They just liked seeing him beg, and they knew he liked begging.
"C… can we do this next event?" Mark asked softly.
Dark nodded, grinning smugly at how successful this little encounter went.
Pitch flicks the knife away, tossing the star canister into Mark's lap, walking around the chair to meet face to face. They perch on the coffee table, eyes trained on him.
"Half of a star. Our best bet, should Nox decide to try again." They cracked their neck. "I spoke with Astéri. We have a plan, I just need your help. He will not trust me, but he will trust you."
Pitch flicks the knife away, tossing the star canister into Mark's lap, walking around the chair to meet face to face. They perch on the coffee table, eyes trained on him.
There’s been enough near death visits to scare him to the doctors again. Giving up on trying to heal himself with magical objects or temples, Illinois has finally turned to medicine. Quietly waiting in the office, his cane clicking against the ground in boredom
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*After a few minutes, the doctor makes it to his own office where Illinois waited. He entered and closed the door behind him before sitting on the other side of his desk.*
Mr. Jones, I haven't seen you in a while. I'm glad to see you're still in one piece.
“Not sure if I’m still in one piece, but the sentiment is pretty nice. I’ve not been to a doctor in a while, and I think trying to help myself with artifacts is backfiring a bit. I’ve got insomnia, curse induced. Can only sleep a couple times a month.”
Setting his bag on the table, he brings up an artifact wrapped in paper. “Don’t touch it, but this little bastard caused it all.”
Seriously, Jones, you should try to be more careful before meddling with cursed artifacts. Next time, one of them could turn you into a dog, and I do not have a cure for that.
*The doctor warned as he looked over at the wrapped artifact.*
Fortunately for you, I have plenty of solutions for insomnia, from natural treatments to night pills.
“The dog thing has already happened, and that was easier to fix than this. I think it’s happened a few times actually, maybe three or four?” Cracking his neck, he unfortunately remembers those in detail. Being laid up for days thanks to the vast shift in his bone structures.
“I also have a..uh..thing. There’s like a parasite, think it attached itself to me a few years ago.”
“Woah, it’s not that bad, really. It’s a friendly little thing most of the time, but I thought it would be important to mention.” Taking the mask, he begins to roll up his sleeve. It looks like a tattoo of a snake in dark inks. Eventually, it begins to wiggle, moving up his arm before appearing at his neck.
“Got it in some temple, thought it was just a brand or something.”
Right, of course I was going to deal with magical conditions having you as my patient today, Mr. Jones.
No offense.
*Dr. Iplier maneuvered and switched to wear a different pair of glasses he had. This time, these glasses had smaller and magnifying lenses in front of the right glass that could be clicked down. Something like this.*
*He got up to give the snake looking parasite a closer look, using the lenses.*
And you said that it's "friendly", but most of the time. What happens when it is not?
“None taken. At least you haven’t screamed.” Tilting his head back, the snake wraps itself around his neck. Blinking slowly at the doctor, it hisses before continuing to circle Illinois’s neck.
“It tries to get out of my skin, biting and tearing at it to get out. Sometimes it bites me, I think it’s a little poisonous, I get dizzy for a bit.”
“Oh, you’ve had the misfortune of meeting him too.” Pulling at the snake, he drags it back down to his forearm. Pinning it down with his thumb. It gnashes its fangs a few times at him, biting it and making him wince.
“I think it’s feeding off of me? I can’t be sure really. It does try and eat my flesh.”
He's the reason the hospital stands and does not charge its patients. Without his donations, I'd unfortunately have to take away the free of charge treatments.
But yes, he is quite something.
*He sighed in slight annoyance at the sight of the snake hurting Illinois.*
And for your sake, we're going to need his help. No one else tames these things like he does. Especially cursed ones.
*He pulled out his phone, starting to dial a number.*
Shaking his now slightly bleeding thumb, he grits his teeth together. It’s not like he hates Actor for donating money to a hospital, he’d be a monster for that. Something has just never let them get along.
“Great..fucking great. He’s going to laugh at this.”
*The doctor gently took Illinois's hand, applying a moisturizer that somehow, in ten seconds, the bleeding fully stops and scabs well. His phone keeps dialing actor.*
My office, my rules, Mr. Jones. Even if he donates to me, fighting is not tolerated in my office.
Although I can't stop him from finding the situation a bit funny, I can assure you that he will help you with my assistance.
*Eventually, Mark answers.*
Yes, I need your assistance....
Yes, it's a patient. It's a curse involving a snake in a way...
...Yes, you get to keep the snake if you somehow separate it from him...
“Great. Don’t worry about me fighting him. But if he tries to crush me again it’s on. I’m not trying to kill him, I promise.” Tapping the table, he tries to distract himself from the snake tightening around his arms.
“Keeping me in your pocket..very nice..” Crossing his arms, the snake slithers up to around his neck again. Hanging loosely around his neck, trying to find a new area to start eating from.
“Shut the fuck up old man, or do you want me to trap you in a temple?”
“At this rate dying would be a better fate to listening to you rattle on. Maybe this fucking snake can strangle me and I can be happy again.” Pulling it away from his neck, Illinois drags the snake to his forearm. Wincing as it begins to bite at his skin, pinpricks of blood seeping out.
Not with those manners of yours, I won't pretty boy. You may have charm, but right now it doesn't show.
*He chuckled wickedly.*
Ah, just kidding. It wouldn't be fun if you were tortured by someone else. Besides, I want that snake. What a beautiful thing~!
But not before this.
*The actor quickly pulled out his phone before he quickly took a selfie with Illinois in it, doing a little and smug peace sign. He puts the phone away.*
“Take the snake. Hope it strangles you…” Watching him take a photo, he tries to cover his face with his hat so he’s unrecognizable. Too late, he places it back on his head with a sigh. The snake is wriggling under his skin, trying to gain a third dimension to itself.
Grimacing at the sensation, he’s pulling away the moment he feels it leave his skin. Rubbing over the few welts beginning to bubble over his skin from its favourite biting locations.
“It’s been living under my skin for two years, I think I’m allowed to be sick of it at some point.”
And I've been dead for centuries, I think I have the worst poison~
The wounds you have coz of it, that's Dr. Iplier's deal. I got what I want.
*He looked over at the snake on his skin now, carefully caressing its head. The snake no longer needed to eat from the host since its host produced power, so it could feed from it.*
“I will kill you soon, I swear to the gods. You are a little bastard. I’ll see you soon, I suppose.” Interested to see if the snake has changed behaviour from a different host, he pays the tail of the snake.
There’s been enough near death visits to scare him to the doctors again. Giving up on trying to heal himself with magical objects or temples, Illinois has finally turned to medicine. Quietly waiting in the office, his cane clicking against the ground in boredom
@worldsbestadventurer
*After a few minutes, the doctor makes it to his own office where Illinois waited. He entered and closed the door behind him before sitting on the other side of his desk.*
Mr. Jones, I haven't seen you in a while. I'm glad to see you're still in one piece.
“Not sure if I’m still in one piece, but the sentiment is pretty nice. I’ve not been to a doctor in a while, and I think trying to help myself with artifacts is backfiring a bit. I’ve got insomnia, curse induced. Can only sleep a couple times a month.”
Setting his bag on the table, he brings up an artifact wrapped in paper. “Don’t touch it, but this little bastard caused it all.”
Seriously, Jones, you should try to be more careful before meddling with cursed artifacts. Next time, one of them could turn you into a dog, and I do not have a cure for that.
*The doctor warned as he looked over at the wrapped artifact.*
Fortunately for you, I have plenty of solutions for insomnia, from natural treatments to night pills.
“The dog thing has already happened, and that was easier to fix than this. I think it’s happened a few times actually, maybe three or four?” Cracking his neck, he unfortunately remembers those in detail. Being laid up for days thanks to the vast shift in his bone structures.
“I also have a..uh..thing. There’s like a parasite, think it attached itself to me a few years ago.”
“Woah, it’s not that bad, really. It’s a friendly little thing most of the time, but I thought it would be important to mention.” Taking the mask, he begins to roll up his sleeve. It looks like a tattoo of a snake in dark inks. Eventually, it begins to wiggle, moving up his arm before appearing at his neck.
“Got it in some temple, thought it was just a brand or something.”
Right, of course I was going to deal with magical conditions having you as my patient today, Mr. Jones.
No offense.
*Dr. Iplier maneuvered and switched to wear a different pair of glasses he had. This time, these glasses had smaller and magnifying lenses in front of the right glass that could be clicked down. Something like this.*
*He got up to give the snake looking parasite a closer look, using the lenses.*
And you said that it's "friendly", but most of the time. What happens when it is not?
“None taken. At least you haven’t screamed.” Tilting his head back, the snake wraps itself around his neck. Blinking slowly at the doctor, it hisses before continuing to circle Illinois’s neck.
“It tries to get out of my skin, biting and tearing at it to get out. Sometimes it bites me, I think it’s a little poisonous, I get dizzy for a bit.”
“Oh, you’ve had the misfortune of meeting him too.” Pulling at the snake, he drags it back down to his forearm. Pinning it down with his thumb. It gnashes its fangs a few times at him, biting it and making him wince.
“I think it’s feeding off of me? I can’t be sure really. It does try and eat my flesh.”
He's the reason the hospital stands and does not charge its patients. Without his donations, I'd unfortunately have to take away the free of charge treatments.
But yes, he is quite something.
*He sighed in slight annoyance at the sight of the snake hurting Illinois.*
And for your sake, we're going to need his help. No one else tames these things like he does. Especially cursed ones.
*He pulled out his phone, starting to dial a number.*
Shaking his now slightly bleeding thumb, he grits his teeth together. It’s not like he hates Actor for donating money to a hospital, he’d be a monster for that. Something has just never let them get along.
“Great..fucking great. He’s going to laugh at this.”
*The doctor gently took Illinois's hand, applying a moisturizer that somehow, in ten seconds, the bleeding fully stops and scabs well. His phone keeps dialing actor.*
My office, my rules, Mr. Jones. Even if he donates to me, fighting is not tolerated in my office.
Although I can't stop him from finding the situation a bit funny, I can assure you that he will help you with my assistance.
*Eventually, Mark answers.*
Yes, I need your assistance....
Yes, it's a patient. It's a curse involving a snake in a way...
...Yes, you get to keep the snake if you somehow separate it from him...
“Great. Don’t worry about me fighting him. But if he tries to crush me again it’s on. I’m not trying to kill him, I promise.” Tapping the table, he tries to distract himself from the snake tightening around his arms.
“Keeping me in your pocket..very nice..” Crossing his arms, the snake slithers up to around his neck again. Hanging loosely around his neck, trying to find a new area to start eating from.
“Shut the fuck up old man, or do you want me to trap you in a temple?”
“At this rate dying would be a better fate to listening to you rattle on. Maybe this fucking snake can strangle me and I can be happy again.” Pulling it away from his neck, Illinois drags the snake to his forearm. Wincing as it begins to bite at his skin, pinpricks of blood seeping out.
Not with those manners of yours, I won't pretty boy. You may have charm, but right now it doesn't show.
*He chuckled wickedly.*
Ah, just kidding. It wouldn't be fun if you were tortured by someone else. Besides, I want that snake. What a beautiful thing~!
But not before this.
*The actor quickly pulled out his phone before he quickly took a selfie with Illinois in it, doing a little and smug peace sign. He puts the phone away.*
“Take the snake. Hope it strangles you…” Watching him take a photo, he tries to cover his face with his hat so he’s unrecognizable. Too late, he places it back on his head with a sigh. The snake is wriggling under his skin, trying to gain a third dimension to itself.
Grimacing at the sensation, he’s pulling away the moment he feels it leave his skin. Rubbing over the few welts beginning to bubble over his skin from its favourite biting locations.
“It’s been living under my skin for two years, I think I’m allowed to be sick of it at some point.”
And I've been dead for centuries, I think I have the worst poison~
The wounds you have coz of it, that's Dr. Iplier's deal. I got what I want.
*He looked over at the snake on his skin now, carefully caressing its head. The snake no longer needed to eat from the host since its host produced power, so it could feed from it.*
There’s been enough near death visits to scare him to the doctors again. Giving up on trying to heal himself with magical objects or temples, Illinois has finally turned to medicine. Quietly waiting in the office, his cane clicking against the ground in boredom
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*After a few minutes, the doctor makes it to his own office where Illinois waited. He entered and closed the door behind him before sitting on the other side of his desk.*
Mr. Jones, I haven't seen you in a while. I'm glad to see you're still in one piece.
“Not sure if I’m still in one piece, but the sentiment is pretty nice. I’ve not been to a doctor in a while, and I think trying to help myself with artifacts is backfiring a bit. I’ve got insomnia, curse induced. Can only sleep a couple times a month.”
Setting his bag on the table, he brings up an artifact wrapped in paper. “Don’t touch it, but this little bastard caused it all.”
Seriously, Jones, you should try to be more careful before meddling with cursed artifacts. Next time, one of them could turn you into a dog, and I do not have a cure for that.
*The doctor warned as he looked over at the wrapped artifact.*
Fortunately for you, I have plenty of solutions for insomnia, from natural treatments to night pills.
“The dog thing has already happened, and that was easier to fix than this. I think it’s happened a few times actually, maybe three or four?” Cracking his neck, he unfortunately remembers those in detail. Being laid up for days thanks to the vast shift in his bone structures.
“I also have a..uh..thing. There’s like a parasite, think it attached itself to me a few years ago.”
“Woah, it’s not that bad, really. It’s a friendly little thing most of the time, but I thought it would be important to mention.” Taking the mask, he begins to roll up his sleeve. It looks like a tattoo of a snake in dark inks. Eventually, it begins to wiggle, moving up his arm before appearing at his neck.
“Got it in some temple, thought it was just a brand or something.”
Right, of course I was going to deal with magical conditions having you as my patient today, Mr. Jones.
No offense.
*Dr. Iplier maneuvered and switched to wear a different pair of glasses he had. This time, these glasses had smaller and magnifying lenses in front of the right glass that could be clicked down. Something like this.*
*He got up to give the snake looking parasite a closer look, using the lenses.*
And you said that it's "friendly", but most of the time. What happens when it is not?
“None taken. At least you haven’t screamed.” Tilting his head back, the snake wraps itself around his neck. Blinking slowly at the doctor, it hisses before continuing to circle Illinois’s neck.
“It tries to get out of my skin, biting and tearing at it to get out. Sometimes it bites me, I think it’s a little poisonous, I get dizzy for a bit.”
“Oh, you’ve had the misfortune of meeting him too.” Pulling at the snake, he drags it back down to his forearm. Pinning it down with his thumb. It gnashes its fangs a few times at him, biting it and making him wince.
“I think it’s feeding off of me? I can’t be sure really. It does try and eat my flesh.”
He's the reason the hospital stands and does not charge its patients. Without his donations, I'd unfortunately have to take away the free of charge treatments.
But yes, he is quite something.
*He sighed in slight annoyance at the sight of the snake hurting Illinois.*
And for your sake, we're going to need his help. No one else tames these things like he does. Especially cursed ones.
*He pulled out his phone, starting to dial a number.*
Shaking his now slightly bleeding thumb, he grits his teeth together. It’s not like he hates Actor for donating money to a hospital, he’d be a monster for that. Something has just never let them get along.
“Great..fucking great. He’s going to laugh at this.”
*The doctor gently took Illinois's hand, applying a moisturizer that somehow, in ten seconds, the bleeding fully stops and scabs well. His phone keeps dialing actor.*
My office, my rules, Mr. Jones. Even if he donates to me, fighting is not tolerated in my office.
Although I can't stop him from finding the situation a bit funny, I can assure you that he will help you with my assistance.
*Eventually, Mark answers.*
Yes, I need your assistance....
Yes, it's a patient. It's a curse involving a snake in a way...
...Yes, you get to keep the snake if you somehow separate it from him...
“Great. Don’t worry about me fighting him. But if he tries to crush me again it’s on. I’m not trying to kill him, I promise.” Tapping the table, he tries to distract himself from the snake tightening around his arms.
“Keeping me in your pocket..very nice..” Crossing his arms, the snake slithers up to around his neck again. Hanging loosely around his neck, trying to find a new area to start eating from.
“Shut the fuck up old man, or do you want me to trap you in a temple?”
“At this rate dying would be a better fate to listening to you rattle on. Maybe this fucking snake can strangle me and I can be happy again.” Pulling it away from his neck, Illinois drags the snake to his forearm. Wincing as it begins to bite at his skin, pinpricks of blood seeping out.
Not with those manners of yours, I won't pretty boy. You may have charm, but right now it doesn't show.
*He chuckled wickedly.*
Ah, just kidding. It wouldn't be fun if you were tortured by someone else. Besides, I want that snake. What a beautiful thing~!
But not before this.
*The actor quickly pulled out his phone before he quickly took a selfie with Illinois in it, doing a little and smug peace sign. He puts the phone away.*
“Take the snake. Hope it strangles you…” Watching him take a photo, he tries to cover his face with his hat so he’s unrecognizable. Too late, he places it back on his head with a sigh. The snake is wriggling under his skin, trying to gain a third dimension to itself.
There’s been enough near death visits to scare him to the doctors again. Giving up on trying to heal himself with magical objects or temples, Illinois has finally turned to medicine. Quietly waiting in the office, his cane clicking against the ground in boredom
@worldsbestadventurer
*After a few minutes, the doctor makes it to his own office where Illinois waited. He entered and closed the door behind him before sitting on the other side of his desk.*
Mr. Jones, I haven't seen you in a while. I'm glad to see you're still in one piece.
“Not sure if I’m still in one piece, but the sentiment is pretty nice. I’ve not been to a doctor in a while, and I think trying to help myself with artifacts is backfiring a bit. I’ve got insomnia, curse induced. Can only sleep a couple times a month.”
Setting his bag on the table, he brings up an artifact wrapped in paper. “Don’t touch it, but this little bastard caused it all.”
Seriously, Jones, you should try to be more careful before meddling with cursed artifacts. Next time, one of them could turn you into a dog, and I do not have a cure for that.
*The doctor warned as he looked over at the wrapped artifact.*
Fortunately for you, I have plenty of solutions for insomnia, from natural treatments to night pills.
“The dog thing has already happened, and that was easier to fix than this. I think it’s happened a few times actually, maybe three or four?” Cracking his neck, he unfortunately remembers those in detail. Being laid up for days thanks to the vast shift in his bone structures.
“I also have a..uh..thing. There’s like a parasite, think it attached itself to me a few years ago.”
“Woah, it’s not that bad, really. It’s a friendly little thing most of the time, but I thought it would be important to mention.” Taking the mask, he begins to roll up his sleeve. It looks like a tattoo of a snake in dark inks. Eventually, it begins to wiggle, moving up his arm before appearing at his neck.
“Got it in some temple, thought it was just a brand or something.”
Right, of course I was going to deal with magical conditions having you as my patient today, Mr. Jones.
No offense.
*Dr. Iplier maneuvered and switched to wear a different pair of glasses he had. This time, these glasses had smaller and magnifying lenses in front of the right glass that could be clicked down. Something like this.*
*He got up to give the snake looking parasite a closer look, using the lenses.*
And you said that it's "friendly", but most of the time. What happens when it is not?
“None taken. At least you haven’t screamed.” Tilting his head back, the snake wraps itself around his neck. Blinking slowly at the doctor, it hisses before continuing to circle Illinois’s neck.
“It tries to get out of my skin, biting and tearing at it to get out. Sometimes it bites me, I think it’s a little poisonous, I get dizzy for a bit.”
“Oh, you’ve had the misfortune of meeting him too.” Pulling at the snake, he drags it back down to his forearm. Pinning it down with his thumb. It gnashes its fangs a few times at him, biting it and making him wince.
“I think it’s feeding off of me? I can’t be sure really. It does try and eat my flesh.”
He's the reason the hospital stands and does not charge its patients. Without his donations, I'd unfortunately have to take away the free of charge treatments.
But yes, he is quite something.
*He sighed in slight annoyance at the sight of the snake hurting Illinois.*
And for your sake, we're going to need his help. No one else tames these things like he does. Especially cursed ones.
*He pulled out his phone, starting to dial a number.*
Shaking his now slightly bleeding thumb, he grits his teeth together. It’s not like he hates Actor for donating money to a hospital, he’d be a monster for that. Something has just never let them get along.
“Great..fucking great. He’s going to laugh at this.”
*The doctor gently took Illinois's hand, applying a moisturizer that somehow, in ten seconds, the bleeding fully stops and scabs well. His phone keeps dialing actor.*
My office, my rules, Mr. Jones. Even if he donates to me, fighting is not tolerated in my office.
Although I can't stop him from finding the situation a bit funny, I can assure you that he will help you with my assistance.
*Eventually, Mark answers.*
Yes, I need your assistance....
Yes, it's a patient. It's a curse involving a snake in a way...
...Yes, you get to keep the snake if you somehow separate it from him...
“Great. Don’t worry about me fighting him. But if he tries to crush me again it’s on. I’m not trying to kill him, I promise.” Tapping the table, he tries to distract himself from the snake tightening around his arms.
“Keeping me in your pocket..very nice..” Crossing his arms, the snake slithers up to around his neck again. Hanging loosely around his neck, trying to find a new area to start eating from.
“Shut the fuck up old man, or do you want me to trap you in a temple?”
“At this rate dying would be a better fate to listening to you rattle on. Maybe this fucking snake can strangle me and I can be happy again.” Pulling it away from his neck, Illinois drags the snake to his forearm. Wincing as it begins to bite at his skin, pinpricks of blood seeping out.
Not with those manners of yours, I won't pretty boy. You may have charm, but right now it doesn't show.
*He chuckled wickedly.*
Ah, just kidding. It wouldn't be fun if you were tortured by someone else. Besides, I want that snake. What a beautiful thing~!
But not before this.
*The actor quickly pulled out his phone before he quickly took a selfie with Illinois in it, doing a little and smug peace sign. He puts the phone away.*
There’s been enough near death visits to scare him to the doctors again. Giving up on trying to heal himself with magical objects or temples, Illinois has finally turned to medicine. Quietly waiting in the office, his cane clicking against the ground in boredom
@worldsbestadventurer
*After a few minutes, the doctor makes it to his own office where Illinois waited. He entered and closed the door behind him before sitting on the other side of his desk.*
Mr. Jones, I haven't seen you in a while. I'm glad to see you're still in one piece.
“Not sure if I’m still in one piece, but the sentiment is pretty nice. I’ve not been to a doctor in a while, and I think trying to help myself with artifacts is backfiring a bit. I’ve got insomnia, curse induced. Can only sleep a couple times a month.”
Setting his bag on the table, he brings up an artifact wrapped in paper. “Don’t touch it, but this little bastard caused it all.”
Seriously, Jones, you should try to be more careful before meddling with cursed artifacts. Next time, one of them could turn you into a dog, and I do not have a cure for that.
*The doctor warned as he looked over at the wrapped artifact.*
Fortunately for you, I have plenty of solutions for insomnia, from natural treatments to night pills.
“The dog thing has already happened, and that was easier to fix than this. I think it’s happened a few times actually, maybe three or four?” Cracking his neck, he unfortunately remembers those in detail. Being laid up for days thanks to the vast shift in his bone structures.
“I also have a..uh..thing. There’s like a parasite, think it attached itself to me a few years ago.”
“Woah, it’s not that bad, really. It’s a friendly little thing most of the time, but I thought it would be important to mention.” Taking the mask, he begins to roll up his sleeve. It looks like a tattoo of a snake in dark inks. Eventually, it begins to wiggle, moving up his arm before appearing at his neck.
“Got it in some temple, thought it was just a brand or something.”
Right, of course I was going to deal with magical conditions having you as my patient today, Mr. Jones.
No offense.
*Dr. Iplier maneuvered and switched to wear a different pair of glasses he had. This time, these glasses had smaller and magnifying lenses in front of the right glass that could be clicked down. Something like this.*
*He got up to give the snake looking parasite a closer look, using the lenses.*
And you said that it's "friendly", but most of the time. What happens when it is not?
“None taken. At least you haven’t screamed.” Tilting his head back, the snake wraps itself around his neck. Blinking slowly at the doctor, it hisses before continuing to circle Illinois’s neck.
“It tries to get out of my skin, biting and tearing at it to get out. Sometimes it bites me, I think it’s a little poisonous, I get dizzy for a bit.”
“Oh, you’ve had the misfortune of meeting him too.” Pulling at the snake, he drags it back down to his forearm. Pinning it down with his thumb. It gnashes its fangs a few times at him, biting it and making him wince.
“I think it’s feeding off of me? I can’t be sure really. It does try and eat my flesh.”
He's the reason the hospital stands and does not charge its patients. Without his donations, I'd unfortunately have to take away the free of charge treatments.
But yes, he is quite something.
*He sighed in slight annoyance at the sight of the snake hurting Illinois.*
And for your sake, we're going to need his help. No one else tames these things like he does. Especially cursed ones.
*He pulled out his phone, starting to dial a number.*
Shaking his now slightly bleeding thumb, he grits his teeth together. It’s not like he hates Actor for donating money to a hospital, he’d be a monster for that. Something has just never let them get along.
“Great..fucking great. He’s going to laugh at this.”
*The doctor gently took Illinois's hand, applying a moisturizer that somehow, in ten seconds, the bleeding fully stops and scabs well. His phone keeps dialing actor.*
My office, my rules, Mr. Jones. Even if he donates to me, fighting is not tolerated in my office.
Although I can't stop him from finding the situation a bit funny, I can assure you that he will help you with my assistance.
*Eventually, Mark answers.*
Yes, I need your assistance....
Yes, it's a patient. It's a curse involving a snake in a way...
...Yes, you get to keep the snake if you somehow separate it from him...
“Great. Don’t worry about me fighting him. But if he tries to crush me again it’s on. I’m not trying to kill him, I promise.” Tapping the table, he tries to distract himself from the snake tightening around his arms.
“Keeping me in your pocket..very nice..” Crossing his arms, the snake slithers up to around his neck again. Hanging loosely around his neck, trying to find a new area to start eating from.
“Shut the fuck up old man, or do you want me to trap you in a temple?”
There’s been enough near death visits to scare him to the doctors again. Giving up on trying to heal himself with magical objects or temples, Illinois has finally turned to medicine. Quietly waiting in the office, his cane clicking against the ground in boredom
@worldsbestadventurer
*After a few minutes, the doctor makes it to his own office where Illinois waited. He entered and closed the door behind him before sitting on the other side of his desk.*
Mr. Jones, I haven't seen you in a while. I'm glad to see you're still in one piece.
“Not sure if I’m still in one piece, but the sentiment is pretty nice. I’ve not been to a doctor in a while, and I think trying to help myself with artifacts is backfiring a bit. I’ve got insomnia, curse induced. Can only sleep a couple times a month.”
Setting his bag on the table, he brings up an artifact wrapped in paper. “Don’t touch it, but this little bastard caused it all.”
Seriously, Jones, you should try to be more careful before meddling with cursed artifacts. Next time, one of them could turn you into a dog, and I do not have a cure for that.
*The doctor warned as he looked over at the wrapped artifact.*
Fortunately for you, I have plenty of solutions for insomnia, from natural treatments to night pills.
“The dog thing has already happened, and that was easier to fix than this. I think it’s happened a few times actually, maybe three or four?” Cracking his neck, he unfortunately remembers those in detail. Being laid up for days thanks to the vast shift in his bone structures.
“I also have a..uh..thing. There’s like a parasite, think it attached itself to me a few years ago.”
“Woah, it’s not that bad, really. It’s a friendly little thing most of the time, but I thought it would be important to mention.” Taking the mask, he begins to roll up his sleeve. It looks like a tattoo of a snake in dark inks. Eventually, it begins to wiggle, moving up his arm before appearing at his neck.
“Got it in some temple, thought it was just a brand or something.”
Right, of course I was going to deal with magical conditions having you as my patient today, Mr. Jones.
No offense.
*Dr. Iplier maneuvered and switched to wear a different pair of glasses he had. This time, these glasses had smaller and magnifying lenses in front of the right glass that could be clicked down. Something like this.*
*He got up to give the snake looking parasite a closer look, using the lenses.*
And you said that it's "friendly", but most of the time. What happens when it is not?
“None taken. At least you haven’t screamed.” Tilting his head back, the snake wraps itself around his neck. Blinking slowly at the doctor, it hisses before continuing to circle Illinois’s neck.
“It tries to get out of my skin, biting and tearing at it to get out. Sometimes it bites me, I think it’s a little poisonous, I get dizzy for a bit.”
“Oh, you’ve had the misfortune of meeting him too.” Pulling at the snake, he drags it back down to his forearm. Pinning it down with his thumb. It gnashes its fangs a few times at him, biting it and making him wince.
“I think it’s feeding off of me? I can’t be sure really. It does try and eat my flesh.”
He's the reason the hospital stands and does not charge its patients. Without his donations, I'd unfortunately have to take away the free of charge treatments.
But yes, he is quite something.
*He sighed in slight annoyance at the sight of the snake hurting Illinois.*
And for your sake, we're going to need his help. No one else tames these things like he does. Especially cursed ones.
*He pulled out his phone, starting to dial a number.*
Shaking his now slightly bleeding thumb, he grits his teeth together. It’s not like he hates Actor for donating money to a hospital, he’d be a monster for that. Something has just never let them get along.
“Great..fucking great. He’s going to laugh at this.”
*The doctor gently took Illinois's hand, applying a moisturizer that somehow, in ten seconds, the bleeding fully stops and scabs well. His phone keeps dialing actor.*
My office, my rules, Mr. Jones. Even if he donates to me, fighting is not tolerated in my office.
Although I can't stop him from finding the situation a bit funny, I can assure you that he will help you with my assistance.
*Eventually, Mark answers.*
Yes, I need your assistance....
Yes, it's a patient. It's a curse involving a snake in a way...
...Yes, you get to keep the snake if you somehow separate it from him...
“Great. Don’t worry about me fighting him. But if he tries to crush me again it’s on. I’m not trying to kill him, I promise.” Tapping the table, he tries to distract himself from the snake tightening around his arms.
