Justice burns brighter than all other things

[Roleplay blog for Solaris] Status: Calm Current Transformation: Third Eye

[eldritchhost-blog]

 Casey bustled around the set of its talk show busily.  Tonight was the big night!  An interview with the rising star of the heroism industry!  It couldn’t have been more excited.  The crowd muttered in various alien languages, each from a different planet.  Finally, Casey sat behind its ebony desk, motioning for the spotlight to shine on the current guest (who was currently passed out on the armchair.  Talk about poor showmanship!) 

“Good evening everyone, and welcome to Casey’s Corner!  I’m your lovable host, the one and only Casey!”  The crowd cheered.

“Please, hold your applause.  Tonight we have a very special guest star!  Let’s give them a hand, eh?”

[markeriusthatche-blog]

Markerius slowly came to, slightly opening his pale emerald eyes to look at the crowd. Huh… Sitting up and pulling himself into a better seated posture, he stared blankly out at the strange group of people, scanning through the eyes that were all on… him.

What is this?

His gaze slowly fell on the person across the stage from him, blinking in confusion. Oh, was that… That’s the game show host, right?

“If I may speak,” He started, ever polite “What is this? I never crushed a coin.” The fiery man continued “Haven’t you done enough to me? I think a body modification is quite enough mischief.” He brushed his bangs aside to reveal the odd eye on his forehead, evidence of his previous encounter with Casey.

[eldritchhost-blog]

“What a fiery intro!  As expected from the ‘Flames of Justice’, hows the eye treating you, by the way?”  Casey grinned, “Am I not allowed to interview one of my favorite contestants?  You’re quite the celebrity around here, you know.”

Casey leaned forward, squinting slightly, “So, Mr. Thatche…how is heroism treating you?  Do you enjoy your work?”

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“I haven’t noticed any difference in it, is it supposed to have some sort of special power or is it just another eye?” The fiery hero asked, tilting his head.

“Well, I’d like a bit of warning first…” He huffed softly, carding his fingers through his bangs “Interviews are no problem, but it’d be nice to NOT be kidnapped and forced into one. I won’t hesitate to draw weapons if I have to.”

“It’s been… satisfactory, I suppose.” Markerius spoke, relaxing his posture a bit, though keeping his hand poised for weapon summoning “Not much has changed since I joined a hero team, though… It’s just the same old same old that I used to do, I was hoping I’d be catching higher profile criminals by now.”

[eldritchhost-blog]

“No need to panic!”  Casey held its hands up, “This is a family friendly program, summoning weapons isn’t good television, right?.” Casey paused,  “Though then again…it could be good for the ratings!”  Canned laughter played through the studio.

“Anyway!”  Casey clapped its hands together, “Anybody who’s ANYBODY’s been asking, is Solaris’s hottest hero on the market?”

[markeriusthatche-blog]

“Like I said, there won’t be any weapon summoning as long as you don’t give me a reason to do so.” He spoke, lowering his hand just a tad.

At Casey’s next question, he flustered a bit, though not very much to be visible “E-Er,” He stuttered “If you mean what I think you do, then yes, I am. I’m not exactly looking for anyone at the moment, though.”

[eldritchhost-blog]

Casey laughed,  soaking in Markerius’s embarrassment.  “Oh, no need to be shy!  I mean, sure, you’re being broadcasted across the multiverse, but hey!” It made some dismissive hand gestures, “I’m sure you’ll be alright.”

“Aaand, I’m not quite sure I believe you!  Sources tell me you were seen on quite the excursion with a certain Midas Pierce, care to elaborate?”  The crowd oohed-and-ahed excitedly.

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He jolted slightly, furrowing his eyebrows. Across the... multiverse? That didn’t sound good. Though it wasn’t much just yet, he had a reputation to uphold. He straightened his posture, adjusting the bit of his cape that hung around his neck and clearing his throat.

That calmer air disappeared quickly, though, and he looked over at Casey in frustration and disbelief, sighing quietly “...I had seen him sitting in a coffeeshop and thought I should go in and say hello. We didn’t get to speak as much as I had hoped at the introduction party. Is it really so wrong for me to want to talk to my team leader?”

[eldritchhost-blog]

 Casey bustled around the set of its talk show busily.  Tonight was the big night!  An interview with the rising star of the heroism industry!  It couldn’t have been more excited.  The crowd muttered in various alien languages, each from a different planet.  Finally, Casey sat behind its ebony desk, motioning for the spotlight to shine on the current guest (who was currently passed out on the armchair.  Talk about poor showmanship!) 

“Good evening everyone, and welcome to Casey’s Corner!  I’m your lovable host, the one and only Casey!”  The crowd cheered.

“Please, hold your applause.  Tonight we have a very special guest star!  Let’s give them a hand, eh?”

[markeriusthatche-blog]

Markerius slowly came to, slightly opening his pale emerald eyes to look at the crowd. Huh… Sitting up and pulling himself into a better seated posture, he stared blankly out at the strange group of people, scanning through the eyes that were all on… him.

What is this?

His gaze slowly fell on the person across the stage from him, blinking in confusion. Oh, was that… That’s the game show host, right?

“If I may speak,” He started, ever polite “What is this? I never crushed a coin.” The fiery man continued “Haven’t you done enough to me? I think a body modification is quite enough mischief.” He brushed his bangs aside to reveal the odd eye on his forehead, evidence of his previous encounter with Casey.

[eldritchhost-blog]

“What a fiery intro!  As expected from the ‘Flames of Justice’, hows the eye treating you, by the way?”  Casey grinned, “Am I not allowed to interview one of my favorite contestants?  You’re quite the celebrity around here, you know.”

Casey leaned forward, squinting slightly, “So, Mr. Thatche…how is heroism treating you?  Do you enjoy your work?”

[markeriusthatche-blog]

“I haven’t noticed any difference in it, is it supposed to have some sort of special power or is it just another eye?” The fiery hero asked, tilting his head.

“Well, I’d like a bit of warning first…” He huffed softly, carding his fingers through his bangs “Interviews are no problem, but it’d be nice to NOT be kidnapped and forced into one. I won’t hesitate to draw weapons if I have to.”

“It’s been… satisfactory, I suppose.” Markerius spoke, relaxing his posture a bit, though keeping his hand poised for weapon summoning “Not much has changed since I joined a hero team, though… It’s just the same old same old that I used to do, I was hoping I’d be catching higher profile criminals by now.”

[eldritchhost-blog]

“No need to panic!”  Casey held its hands up, “This is a family friendly program, summoning weapons isn’t good television, right?.” Casey paused,  “Though then again…it could be good for the ratings!”  Canned laughter played through the studio.

“Anyway!”  Casey clapped its hands together, “Anybody who’s ANYBODY’s been asking, is Solaris’s hottest hero on the market?”

[markeriusthatche-blog]

“Like I said, there won’t be any weapon summoning as long as you don’t give me a reason to do so.” He spoke, lowering his hand just a tad.

At Casey’s next question, he flustered a bit, though not very much to be visible “E-Er,” He stuttered “If you mean what I think you do, then yes, I am. I’m not exactly looking for anyone at the moment, though.”

[eldritchhost-blog]

 Casey bustled around the set of its talk show busily.  Tonight was the big night!  An interview with the rising star of the heroism industry!  It couldn’t have been more excited.  The crowd muttered in various alien languages, each from a different planet.  Finally, Casey sat behind its ebony desk, motioning for the spotlight to shine on the current guest (who was currently passed out on the armchair.  Talk about poor showmanship!) 

“Good evening everyone, and welcome to Casey’s Corner!  I’m your lovable host, the one and only Casey!”  The crowd cheered.

“Please, hold your applause.  Tonight we have a very special guest star!  Let’s give them a hand, eh?”

[markeriusthatche-blog]

Markerius slowly came to, slightly opening his pale emerald eyes to look at the crowd. Huh… Sitting up and pulling himself into a better seated posture, he stared blankly out at the strange group of people, scanning through the eyes that were all on… him.

What is this?

His gaze slowly fell on the person across the stage from him, blinking in confusion. Oh, was that… That’s the game show host, right?

“If I may speak,” He started, ever polite “What is this? I never crushed a coin.” The fiery man continued “Haven’t you done enough to me? I think a body modification is quite enough mischief.” He brushed his bangs aside to reveal the odd eye on his forehead, evidence of his previous encounter with Casey.

[eldritchhost-blog]

“What a fiery intro!  As expected from the ‘Flames of Justice’, hows the eye treating you, by the way?”  Casey grinned, “Am I not allowed to interview one of my favorite contestants?  You’re quite the celebrity around here, you know.”

Casey leaned forward, squinting slightly, “So, Mr. Thatche…how is heroism treating you?  Do you enjoy your work?”

[markeriusthatche-blog]

“I haven’t noticed any difference in it, is it supposed to have some sort of special power or is it just another eye?” The fiery hero asked, tilting his head.

“Well, I’d like a bit of warning first...” He huffed softly, carding his fingers through his bangs “Interviews are no problem, but it’d be nice to NOT be kidnapped and forced into one. I won’t hesitate to draw weapons if I have to.”

“It’s been... satisfactory, I suppose.” Markerius spoke, relaxing his posture a bit, though keeping his hand poised for weapon summoning “Not much has changed since I joined a hero team, though... It’s just the same old same old that I used to do, I was hoping I’d be catching higher profile criminals by now.”

[midaspierce-blog]

Midas settled back in the crowded cafe, reading his newspaper as he sipped on his cup of black coffee.  This was his daily ritual, after all.  After the mess the other teams called a party, he needed some relaxation.  And what better way to relax on a day off than with a hot drink?  He couldn’t think of anything else better.

Sensing somebody standing nearby, he looked up.  “Can I help you?”

[markeriusthatche-blog]

This shop looked really busy… Narrowing his eyes as he nearly passed it up, hr noticed a familiar head of blonde hair and stopped, turning on his heels to look through the window for a second.

…Is that Midas?

Almost immediately stepping into the cafe, he moved to cover the strange eye on his forehead with his bangs before he approached his boss, raising his eyebrows and advancing forward once Midas called out to him.

“Ah, hello.” He spoke, standing near the chair on the other side of the table Midas sat at “Figured I couldn’t pass by without at least a greeting.”

[midaspierce-blog]

“Ah, Markerius!”  Midas smiled warmly. He put his paper down, “Please, have a seat.“

Suddenly, the events of the party flashed through his mind.  Midas cleared his through, looking away, “I apologize for my behavior at the party,”  he said as stoically as he could, “It was…unprofessional of me to blow up like that.”  He looked back at Markerius, smiling slightly, “I hope that the food was to your liking, at least.”

[markeriusthatche-blog]

He moved to sit down, pushing his cape out behind him so he didn’t sit on it. Folding his hands on the table, he tilted his head to the side, giving a quiet smile “Oh, it’s fine. Understandable, really, I probably would’ve acted the same were I in your situation.”

“It was, though.” He started, straightening his posture as he spoke “I’m normally not too partial to sweeter foods, but the strawberries were a nice touch.”

[midaspierce-blog]

Midas sighed, “Thank you, I’m sure it didn’t leave the best impression for the other teams.  But, what’s in the past is in the past, right?”

He took a sip from his drink, “The strawberries were my personal touch,  glad you appreciated them.  Hand-dipped them myself, actually.”  He paused for a moment, staring at Markerius’s forehead, “…hey, did you get a haircut or something?  You look…different.”

[markeriusthatche-blog]

“Oh, really?” Markerius spoke, slightly impressed “That’s a lot of work, their presentation was rather nice.”

He froze when Midas’s gaze wandered up to his forehead, his body language a bit too stiff to be registered as normal. Did he see it? Oh no oh no did he see??? Shifting and trying to look more relaxed than he truly was, Markerius rested a hand on the side of his own head, carding his fingers through his hair “A-Ah, no, I didn’t..”

Shit, that voice tone would give away that something’s up, wouldn’t it?

[markeriusthatche-blog]

Tranquil Burn // Open For All

Sitting nearly alone in the Sentinel base was getting rather... dull. Crime rate had been rather low these past few days, and Markerius was a bit bored. Hoisting himself up out of his chair, he started for the front door, pulling it open and stepping out into the warm air outside.

Ah, good. Higher temperatures always made his evening walks better. Not really paying attention to where he was going, he soon bumped into someone, wincing and stepping back a tad in recoil.

“Oh, my apologies... I haven’t been paying attention to where I was going.”

[eldritchhost-blog]

 Casey bustled around the set of its talk show busily.  Tonight was the big night!  An interview with the rising star of the heroism industry!  It couldn’t have been more excited.  The crowd muttered in various alien languages, each from a different planet.  Finally, Casey sat behind its ebony desk, motioning for the spotlight to shine on the current guest (who was currently passed out on the armchair.  Talk about poor showmanship!) 

“Good evening everyone, and welcome to Casey’s Corner!  I’m your lovable host, the one and only Casey!”  The crowd cheered.

“Please, hold your applause.  Tonight we have a very special guest star!  Let’s give them a hand, eh?”

[markeriusthatche-blog]

Markerius slowly came to, slightly opening his pale emerald eyes to look at the crowd. Huh... Sitting up and pulling himself into a better seated posture, he stared blankly out at the strange group of people, scanning through the eyes that were all on... him.

What is this?

His gaze slowly fell on the person across the stage from him, blinking in confusion. Oh, was that... That’s the game show host, right?

“If I may speak,” He started, ever polite “What is this? I never crushed a coin.” The fiery man continued “Haven’t you done enough to me? I think a body modification is quite enough mischief.” He brushed his bangs aside to reveal the odd eye on his forehead, evidence of his previous encounter with Casey.

[midaspierce-blog]

Midas settled back in the crowded cafe, reading his newspaper as he sipped on his cup of black coffee.  This was his daily ritual, after all.  After the mess the other teams called a party, he needed some relaxation.  And what better way to relax on a day off than with a hot drink?  He couldn’t think of anything else better.

Sensing somebody standing nearby, he looked up.  “Can I help you?”

[markeriusthatche-blog]

This shop looked really busy… Narrowing his eyes as he nearly passed it up, hr noticed a familiar head of blonde hair and stopped, turning on his heels to look through the window for a second.

…Is that Midas?

Almost immediately stepping into the cafe, he moved to cover the strange eye on his forehead with his bangs before he approached his boss, raising his eyebrows and advancing forward once Midas called out to him.

“Ah, hello.” He spoke, standing near the chair on the other side of the table Midas sat at “Figured I couldn’t pass by without at least a greeting.”

[midaspierce-blog]

“Ah, Markerius!”  Midas smiled warmly. He put his paper down, “Please, have a seat.“

Suddenly, the events of the party flashed through his mind.  Midas cleared his through, looking away, “I apologize for my behavior at the party,”  he said as stoically as he could, “It was…unprofessional of me to blow up like that.”  He looked back at Markerius, smiling slightly, “I hope that the food was to your liking, at least.”

[markeriusthatche-blog]

He moved to sit down, pushing his cape out behind him so he didn’t sit on it. Folding his hands on the table, he tilted his head to the side, giving a quiet smile “Oh, it’s fine. Understandable, really, I probably would’ve acted the same were I in your situation.”

“It was, though.” He started, straightening his posture as he spoke “I’m normally not too partial to sweeter foods, but the strawberries were a nice touch.”

[midaspierce-blog]

Midas settled back in the crowded cafe, reading his newspaper as he sipped on his cup of black coffee.  This was his daily ritual, after all.  After the mess the other teams called a party, he needed some relaxation.  And what better way to relax on a day off than with a hot drink?  He couldn’t think of anything else better.

Sensing somebody standing nearby, he looked up.  “Can I help you?”

[markeriusthatche-blog]

This shop looked really busy... Narrowing his eyes as he nearly passed it up, hr noticed a familiar head of blonde hair and stopped, turning on his heels to look through the window for a second.

...Is that Midas?

Almost immediately stepping into the cafe, he moved to cover the strange eye on his forehead with his bangs before he approached his boss, raising his eyebrows and advancing forward once Midas called out to him.

“Ah, hello.” He spoke, standing near the chair on the other side of the table Midas sat at “Figured I couldn’t pass by without at least a greeting.”

[eldritchhost-blog]

Staring down at the strange coin, he narrowed his eyes, crushing it into his fist as firmly as he could without a second thought

After a particularly deadly round of fencing, you emerge victorious! Who knew using a flaming weapon would come in handy against a wooden alien?

You recieve a temporary third eye in the middle of you forehead! What kind of secrets will you see with it..?

(OOC NOTE: transformations last one ooc week!)

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Markerius blinked, a strange sensation coming over his forehead. Rushing himself towards the closest reflective surface, he jumped in surprise when he noticed the eye peeking out from under his bangs.

What a... strange side effect, he thought, pushing the crimson hair aside to peer at his new body part.

[markeriusthatche-blog]

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