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mark ◉ alteliacity 10,500 G

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request board » what’s up with this statue

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Oh, but this was ideal! Hadn’t Gareth’s entire reasoning behind moving to Altelia City involved the good he could do for mortals? Once his eyes had scanned the pinned request, the monetary reward was only partially the reason why he decided to make for the Moonlight Cave immediately.

Immediately being the operative word. Travel was a simpler affair when teleportation was an option. Nor did it escape Gareth’s notice that appearing in a majestic cloud of smoke was akin to submitting a magical resume, providing (somewhat unnecessary) proof of his powers to the mortal he’d hoped would still be lurking around the caves.

His first thought, as the smoke in question cleared, was that said caves were frightfully… dark. His second thought was that he didn’t particularly want to venture much further than the first entrance without a guarantee the human was around, lest he encounter something that would ruin his hair. 

Under that pressing concern, he cupped his mouth to call, tentatively: “I’m here about the statue.”

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He blinks, once, twice and a third time just to make sure his eyes weren’t deceiving him. With the existence of magic, he supposes it really shouldn’t be too out there to see someone just randomly appear with a puff of smoke but still-- Walking from the cave and suddenly someone appears in a haze behind you? It’s startling. If it weren’t for the other’s call about his request, Mark would’ve booked it.

He pats his hand on his chest a few times, hoping to cease his pounding heart, “Geeze Louise, pal.” He sighs, “Scared the living daylights outta’ me.”

His shoes scrapping against the dirt as he strides towards the mystery man. "That was a pretty flashy entrance.” He says, “I’ll give it a seven out of ten-- only cause you almost gave me a heart attack. Maybe try doing a pose when you appear, y’know? Maybe like--” He brings his arms over his head and juts out his hip. “This.” He then moves swiftly to his next pose; he stretches his arm forward and points at the other and leans back. “Or maybe this.”

He laughs and retracts to a normal stance, "Just messin’ with ya’. We ain’t here to talk about your presentation.” He extends his hand, awaiting a friendly shake. “I’m Mark, a normal human being with no magical powers.”

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request board » what’s up with this statue

DATE OF REQUEST: January 23, 2015

LOCATION: Moonlight Cave

REWARD: 3,000G

REQUEST INFORMATION: I was mindin’ my own business at the Moonlight Cave, minin’ and hammerin’ when I came across this statue-- a pretty neat statue, actually. I’m thinking of bringing it home with me to keep as a decoration but I got this weird vibe that it’s got some wicked backstory or a curse or something-- it’s like the eyes are following my every move, y’know? Cliche but it’s true! So this is a request to anyone with magic! If someone can help me un-hex this statue or something, that’d be great! Maybe even help me haul it back to my apartment too...

[acgossip-blog]

Mark is a pretty awesome dude, if you ask me. Thievery, stalking-- stop trying to slander the man's good name, people!

[landsmark-blog]

[ctwkk]

mark dingdongs for that thing thats goin on where he shows up all suited but then he loses articles of his clothing thru the night

[landsmark-blog]

pay stub!

[+2,000G] Earned automatically

[+500G] PAYCHECK for your first job (Funland Recreational Centre)

[+500G] For responding to a starter

[+500G] For updating your Biography/Diary pages

Grand Total: +3,500G Current Bank Account: 10,500G New Balance: 14,000 G

[thetaleofash-deactivated2016022]

{real housewife} ash&mark

@landsmark

Thankfully, Ash accidentally forgot to take off his leather work gloves, or else his impending nervousness would be palpable through sweaty palms. He hoped he had sparked an above average impression over the phone, but he also hoped that it would stick once the two interacted in person. Despite his prerogative of communication being face to face, he still felt hesitant about meeting with the man. He ascended the stairwell, whispering motivation to himself along with reassurances that he was clearly over-thinking this. Mark was pretty cool, from their brief conversation, and his view will surely not change.

“Hello?” He knocked on the door, “It’s Ash.” Wait, the brunet remembered, he said I could just waltz on in. Was he kidding, or was he for real? Either way, he considered him lenient enough that he wouldn’t mind. Hopefully. “I’m walking in, if that’s okay?” He opened the door enough to poke his head in, smelling the delectable aroma of his apparent cuisine.

[landsmark-blog]

He’s jumping on his toes and his elbows are flailing around in a way that strangely resembled a little jig. His macaroni and cheese was done and set on the dining table with a pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice, some strawberries and carrot sticks; each positioned and plated to give aesthetic pleasure-- or as aesthetically pleasing as baked mac n’ cheese can get-- and he’s pretty proud of himself.

He’s on the task of washing the dishes, holding a sponge in one hand, but with his phone beside the sink blasting songs at random made the process longer than necessary. He picks up a pan but immediately drops it back in the sink when he hears the first few words of Everytime We touch. He squeezes the sponge, water and suds seeping out, as he tilts his head back and laughs. He's almost surprised that he’s still got this in his phone but then he remembers his music tastes extends more than what plays on the radio.

“’Cause every time we touch, I feel the static!!” He screams with the song in exaggeration, taking a wooden spoon from the sink to use as a mic.

“And every time we kiss, I reach for the sky!” He doesn’t care if his voice could break glass or if he’s scaring his dog, he’s enjoying himself and the iconic song. “Can't you feel my heart beat so, I can't let you go!!!” 

“Want you in my--” He rolls his head back to bellow out the last few words of the song before the interlude and only then does he see his audience. “...Life.” His voice lowers a bit as he straightens up and blinks at the other, his cheeks a bit red from having them witness his embarrassing singing (could he even call that singing?). Tall, blond, nice hat-- could this be his potential roommate?

He drops the wooden spoon and sponge before wiping his wet hands on his apron. He clears his throat making strides towards Ash and he’s thinking, wow, what a fantastic first impression he’s just made. “Sorry ‘bout that. Thought I had some extra time, wanted to get some dishes done before they pile up, y’know?” He laughs sheepishly.

“But what’s seen can’t be unseen and what’s heard can’t be unheard sooo consider this dinner and entertainment then!” He sticks out his hand, expecting a handshake, and gives him a hundred watt smile. “Aside from my a plus singing,” He rolls his eyes at himself. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Ash! Officially, that is.”

[acgossip-blog]

Is it true Mark stole 500,000G worth of goods from Crystalline? And Lily trusted him!

[landsmark-blog]

He drops down to a squat with his hands tightly holding on to the newspaper, wrinkling it in the process. He doesn’t care if he’s outside of his apartment complex, blocking the gateway; he’s more riled up on the thought that someone has made up another lie about him. First he’s a stalker, now he’s a thief? Next thing he knows the newspapers gonna publish that he’s getting it on with Vaughn or something.

…Okay, let’s not jinx that.

But, oh, his poor reputation– spoiled by ridiculous and most definitely false accusations. Stealing from a business, especially one run by someone he knows, was a feat he’d never stoop to– and 500,00G worth of goods? Mark was never really materialistic and owning jewelry wasn’t his thing. So this really came out of now where. Hopefully Lily didn’t believe in this non sense–maybe he should give her a call or something.

“Ahh… I’m really the victim here…”

[acgossip-blog]

Hey, hide yo kids, hide yo wives, and hide yo husbands cos.... That Mark fellow stalks people, and Vaughn & Nadi are among these people.

[landsmark-blog]

Among the all the things Mark had been called in his life time, never had he been called a stalker. With squinted eyes, Mark puts the paper down and looks into the distance. Sure, he was persistent but never with malice. He wasn’t actually a stalker was he? 

Vaughn and Nadi... did they think he was a stalker? He tracks back to high school and remembers the times he would nose around but he never thought it was considered stalking-- maybe creepy but he was young and curious.

Maybe it was best to get a second view on this, just for reassurance-- not that he really needs it because he swears he’s never tailed after anyone. Taking out his phone, he opens up the internet app and taps “Am I a stalker quiz” into the search bar. Clicking one of the many random links the search engine offered him, Mark huffs, ready to prove the rumor otherwise.

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[BttP] Hey You || Nadi & Mark

[illumxnadi-blog]

Now that he was really getting a good look at him, this guy just screamed sketchy. Not only did he look unfamiliar, but he was clearly acting like he had done something wrong and– was he seriously watering the plants with a water bottle? A water bottle. In the gardening club that was fully stocked with perfectly functioning watering cans. Okay…

“Yeah, I know them.” He answers, not taking his gaze off of the boy. “I may not talk to them but I know them well enough to know you aren’t one of them. Who are you, and–” Nadi scoffs derisively and shakes his head, pointing down at the bottle in the blonde’s hand. “What the hell is up with that? If you’re gonna act like you’re in the club, at least make some more effort than that.”

[landsmark-blog]

If Mark had to be honest, he had been around the club enough to know this guy’s name. He’d seen him around walking through the gardens, fixing up plant pots, watering the plants; but as often as Mark saw him around, he never heard him speak (until now, that is). So curiosity got the better of him when he asked around the gardening club, creepy, yes, but at least he didn’t wander further than a little snooping. His name was Nadi, an upperclassmen, didn’t really talk a lot apparently. So hopefully he wouldn’t rat him out.

He wasn’t too sure what to say, so he didn’t. Deciding it was better to just pretend as if he didn’t know what the latter was talking about, Mark sticks out his tongue and winks at him. He lets out a high pitched giggle thats really more nervous than innocent.

Maybe he if acted cute Nadi would let him off the hook– it was a slim chance but it was worth a shot.

[landsmark-blog]

[landsmark-blog]

pay stub!

[+2,000G] Earned automatically.

[+500G] PAYCHECK for your first job (Funland Recreational Centre)

[+500G] For responding to a starter.

[+500G] For updating all of the other information docs.

[+500G] For updating your Biography / Diary pages.

Grand Total: +4,000G Current Bank Account: 6,500G New Balance: 10,500 G

[illumxnadi-blog]

[BttP] Hey You || Nadi & Mark

@landsmark

Nadi wasn’t ashamed to say that he greatly preferred plants to people. Plants didn’t talk, annoy him with constant questions about his hometown, make fun of his confusion over their confusing customs, and– well, you got the point.

The Gardening club was the best thing that had happened to him since he’s gotten to this city. The people here still asked him the occasional question, but overall, they were much more tolerable than most of the other kids in school. And, more importantly, he got spend most of his time around plants and nature. Nadi’s always felt connected to plants, animals– just… the wilderness in general, and this club gave him the chance to be close to nature like he wanted.

The 16 year old smiles lightly to himself as he waters the daffodils in the school garden, the other members of the club scattered all over the Academy’s courtyard, tending to their own respective duties. For today’s club activity, they were supposed to be, as their advisor said, ‘making the Academy a prettier and more environmentally friendly place’ which was basically picking up trash and tending to the gardens and plants. Thankfully, Nadi got the latter task. Watering plants was much more preferable to picking up chip bags and soda cans any day.

He begins to whistle to himself as he moves over to the next group of flowers to water, only to bump shoulders with another member who was watering the flowers with him. At the sudden contact, the silver haired boy’s eyes immediately flicker from the flowers he was watering and to the blonde he bumped into. He quickly backs away, uncomfortable with the physical contact before forcing out an awkward apology.

“A-ah, I didn’t see you there. Sorry about–” He then cuts himself off, the fact that he’s never actually seen this boy before finally dawning on him. Nadi wasn’t much of a socializer, sure, but he knew the club members, and this guy was not one of them. There haven’t been any announcements about any new members coming in either, so…

His awkward expression from before morphs into a suspicious, confused frown as he looks the blonde boy down. “–wait a minute. Who are you?”

[landsmark-blog]

Down time isn’t necessarily a luxury Mark has a lot of. Between balancing classes and sports his schedule is nearly full to bursting. But on days when he has a few spare hours before he has to stamp in at the gym for practice with no other obligations, he’ll stay around school. Going home for a while was a choice but then he’d be more worried about time and having to make a trip back at a certain hour – it was way too troublesome.

During the limited time frame, he’d sneak in some extra practice behind the school, do some laps, throw some balls against the school’s exterior–not ideal but it gets the job done well enough. But more common than not, he’d sneak himself in to the gardening club– a club he had been itching to join. Unfortunately his involvement in sports left him with strict priorities and demanded his attention and his full commitment so joining the gardening club was not a option. He never really got told off for showing up either whenever they were sent off to tend the garden plots, though he supposes it’s because they never really put his presence to mind– which is funny because he’s even talked to a few members once or twice.

Today, he’s standing by one of the many flowerbeds that Trinity Academy had, as instructed by the adviser (thought they didn’t directly tell him to tend to the plants, he went with it anyway). He wasn’t able to attain a watering can so he opts to make the best of what he’s got and what he’s got is a water bottle.

His focus was solely on watering the flowers so he’s surprised when someone bumps shoulders with him–a small squeal comes out of his lips before he clears his throat. He looks at the person, who’s already scrutinizing and Mark feels himself shrink– busted.

“W-what? You don’t know the names of your fellow gardening club members?” He laughs, awkwardly and shifts his eyes away.

[landsmark-blog]

request board » looking for a roommate!

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Ash glanced at his screen to check the time before gaining the motivation to arise from the comfort of the bench and onto his own two feet. He set onward to his potential new home, returning the phone to his ear as he divided his attention from his acquaintance to the street signs. “You have a point! Nothing beats free food, right?” He pauses as well, smirking amusingly towards his wisdom before responding, “Thanks, Mark. I appreciate the advice, even though I’m going to a stranger’s house right now to have dinner. Except you’re not that creepy – just kidding. ♪“

He mumbles the names of streets emerging into view, thinking aloud of his intended path until the sudden sound intruded, followed by an ‘oops’ that caused him to snicker underneath his breath. “You okay?” Ash asked in spite that he likely wasn’t listening, which didn’t bother him in the least. “Haha, well – I don’t want to be the last person you called if you die from boredom, so,” he laughed aloud, “I’m on my way! Be there in a jiffy!”

[landsmark-blog]

He struggles managing the cookware in his arms, nearly dropping them onto his feet and mutters out a “barely” when asked. When he finally has everything back in the cupboards, leave for the pans he needs, he takes the phone wedged between his shoulder and head and huffs. He puts his other hand on his hip and makes a face in mock offense, before reminding himself that the other can’t even see him.

“After all I’m offering you? After all we’ve been through in this 5 minute call?” He gasps. “This is a strike to my poor, innocent heart, Ash! I’m not creepy at all!” He snickers, knowing full well the extent of his weirdness-- thank god, Ash was as open as he seems to be to put up with it.

“Great! Take your time, man! I’ll leave the door open for ya’!” He hums, “I guess I’ll see you when you come around then! Smell ya’ later!”

[landsmark-blog]

bar drinks and familiar faces (mark/muffy)

[valldelalba]

She folded her arms, a brow raised. “Well, Mark, if you play your cards right, maybe your next drink will be on the house.”

Well, it was going to be, she’d already decided that before he mentioned it. While he appeared to be joking, he was an old friend so… Why wouldn’t she give him a free drink? Please. It wasn’t like the bar couldn’t afford it - And what did one drink matter, anyway? 

And then Mark proves her wrong - He certainly had not grown up. Well. That depends what you mean when you say grown up… He certainly still had that boyish charm, but, she guessed that was a good thing, no one likes a stick in the mud, after all. “Maybe a bit taller. But I wear heels, so what difference does it make?”

It was then that he stopped, and she felt his eyes all over her, for a moment she felt a little self concious, and then he began to speak. Her eyes narrowed at his pause, and she leaned forward slightly. What exactly was he trying to suggest?

Oh. Well. She hadn’t anticipated that. All of sudden Muffy felt like she was back in high school again. She raised a hand to her mouth, first to muffle the giggle, second to hide the teenage smile, and thirdly in some attempt to cover the light blush forming on her cheeks, she turned away briefly, composing herself, when she turned back, her eyes were focussed on Mark’s drink as apposed to him. “You know, ah, you’re not too bad yourself.”

[landsmark-blog]

One of the many things Mark enjoyed was throwing banter-- he was a pretty witty guy, knowing what to say and what to joke about. There’s also a weird kind of satisfaction that usually kindles in the pit of his stomach when he sees people’s different reactions. How he can–sometimes even effortlessly– affect people; it’s almost fulfilling. Seeing her small attempts to hide her flush made Mark chuckle.

“Not bad? Just ‘not bad’?” He presses on with a quirked brow. He takes a long swig of his glass, emptying it, before putting it back down. “A less than comparable response to my confession but I’ll take it!” He gives her a toothy smile and a nod towards his empty glass.

“How about a recommendation from the lovely maiden?” He says. “It’s time I try something new, y’know? Spice things up a bit.”

[yomogidumpling]

[bttp] In A Hurry | Open

[yomogidumpling]

Rachel snapped out of her daydreams of the dance and looked towards Mark. She nodded quickly and grinned. “Of course I am! Anyone who doesn’t go is probably boring, right? Or maybe they don’t like crowds… But I know for sure that I’m going!”

“Are you going to go? I hope so, since the tickets are also a fundraiser for the sports teams. Plus, its also to pay for the dance itself. It’ll also be fun, too!” She looked towards the poster once again. She wondered who would all be attending.

[landsmark-blog]

He puts a hand on his stomach and bellows out a laugh, “Boring, you say?” He says, putting a hand onto her shoulder for a friendly pat. “I’m sure they’ve got more reasons than being boring and not liking crowds, but to each their own, right? Or something like that!”

“How nice of you guys to consider our needy butts,” He jokes, crossing his arms over his chest. He starts to rack his brain for any memories of last year’s school dance only to come to a realization that he actually didn’t attend. “Now that I think about it, I don’t think I went last year-- we had a tournament in the other city. A total bummer but we came back with gold!” He grins at the achievement. “Hopefully this year schedules won’t overlap! ‘Cause I’ll definitely show up!”

[landsmark-blog]

fanboy  (bttp! mark/owen)

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The party was in full swing at long last and Owen was by far having the time of his life. Luke was… somewhere probably and Ange bounced to mess around with some guy from the team. Probably, there were a lot of people he didn’t recognize here. He knew why this party was being thrown, the team destroyed the last game and this was enough reason to celebrate. Though he couldn’t for the life of him tell who’s house this was. 

He managed to wade his way through the sea of people to get to the kitchen area. Some guy was doing a keg stand, not that Owen cared much, and he threw together a rum and coke, probably putting too much booze into the cup. Some person called for his attention and he left his cup unattended, a bad move for the most part, but when he came back for it he saw a shorter blond kid that chugged his drink. 

“Dude, that was my drink.” He spoke over the crowd and the boy turned back and stared at him. Scrutinizing him. And then he seemed excited when he registered he was an upperclassmen on varsity.

“Fuck yeah I am, and you just chugged my drink.” Owen didn’t seem to mind it like at all, just grinning and looking amused that he just did that.  

[landsmark-blog]

He wasn’t too sure what he was expecting when he picked the cup up for a chug, --maybe for a quick buzz or something-- so having one of varsity players confront him about drinking his cup almost seemed surreal. But, yeah, drinking random cups is definitely on the top of his ‘do not do’ list.

“W-woah, uh, sorry man!” He fumbles with his words, still taken a back about meeting such a star-- well, someone worthy of being called a star in Mark’s eyes. “Didn’t mean too-- but hey, saved you from drinking that mix, wasn’t too good, really. Too much of the hard stuff-- well unless that’s your preference , I mean, whatever floats your boat, right?” He takes a breather, knowing full well that he’s just rambling. He clears his throat, before giving him the latter a toothy smile. 

“Sorry, I’m Mark. I’m on the Trinity Academy team, we watched your game the other day, you guys did fantastic!”

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Evening Meal [Request]

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Lily fills up both glasses of water in the sink and hands one back to him, hoping tap water would be okay. She could never keep up with buying bottled water; it ran out far too quickly and sapped too much of her savings. Taking a long sip from her own glass, she sighed in relief as her dry throat welcomed the liquid.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t like any help?” she asked, before remembering her specific request had been for someone to assist her with making food. Even now, her head was starting to spin from standing up for too long. But she hadn’t expected it to be so difficult to accept help off another person… She’d always been fairly independent, since before she even realised what being independent was, so the feeling of dependency was unfamiliar to her. Still, it was surprisingly refreshing to have somebody taking care of her.

“The microwave is just there, and the hob is here – however you prefer to do it.” She smiled at Mark before obediently exiting the kitchen and sitting at the dining table.

[landsmark-blog]

Now this is something he could do-- what could possible go wrong with heating up soup? He takes a quick gulp of the water, putting the glass in the sink when emptied and moves back to the cabinet that had the pots. With a reasonable sized pot placed onto the cook top, he holds his thermos in one hand and another on his hip.

“Okay, Mark, ya’ messed up the first time now you better make up for it!” He mutters under his breath, almost like a mantra before extracting the noodles into the pot. “It’ll be smooth sailing from here on out!”

And thank the Harvest Goddess it does because soon enough he’s walking out of the kitchen looking as proud as ever holding tray with everything he’s made-- warming up the soup, boiling the water for her tea, getting the cutlery, he’s managed it. He sets it down in front of her with a hum, mentally giving him pat on the back.

“Hope ya’ like chicken noodle soup, it’s a family recipe!” He says. “Well, technically. I found it online when I searched up a recipe, it was on someone’s blog under Mom's Homemade Chicken Noodle Soup. So, it’s some other family’s recipe!” He grabs one of her chairs and drags it closer to where she sat. “Also got made you some tea ‘cause your throat hurt, right? Not too sure what it is, but it’s herbal!”