Mar 16
"Well hello... Other me. I've seen many things about you!"
- @actormark-aka-thebestsnactor 🐍
Mark smiled at his other self
"All good things, I hope?"
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"Well hello... Other me. I've seen many things about you!"
- @actormark-aka-thebestsnactor 🐍
Mark smiled at his other self
"All good things, I hope?"
What sort of hijinks did Damien, the Colonel, and you used to pull when you three were younger?
"All sorts!" Marc exclaimed with a bright smile.
He seemed all too happy to answer the question, looking towards the now barren walls. Marc tutted, shaking his head with a disappointed frown. Marc seemed genuinely upset. Was he? That was hard to say as his wide grin covered his face immediately.
"In fact! Once, Damien and I were in college and- oh boy! I had never seen William more annoyed! As if he could ever be truly angry at me!" Marc snickered, "He had Damien tricked, for sure, but not me. I knew better than Dames. I knew that Wil could never really be-" Marc paused.
He slammed the cane against the ground, the red specks seemed to grow and shift brown around until it was a ring around his pupils. Marc sighed, "All in the past now. Damien even removed the photos from the wall!" Another pause as Marc dramatically whipped around to point the cane towards a wall that once housed too many framed photos to count.
"His tantrum can't last much longer." Marc's voice was cold, devoid of any emotion.
((((Hi! Might I ask what your pronouns are for this account? I’ll use he/him for this starter, which I hope you don’t mind me sending! If you have any preferred pronouns for Actor, please let me know so I can use them!))))
The Actor seems to be enjoying his day. That’s a shame.
How about we ruin his cheery mood?
The room would grow cold as the shadows seemed larger than normal, as if the sun had started setting although it being mid-day. The silhouettes whispered a high-pitched tone as Darkiplier appeared, rising from one of the shapes as if there was a trap door hidden by the darkness.
Dark’s plan? It’s another one of his murder plots. On one of these normal tries, he would send Wilford to simply shoot him, but one of the definitions of insanity is doing the same exact thing over and over again, hoping for a different result.
Lets hope this attempt is successful when he takes it upon himself to rid the world of this snake.
((OOC: Ello! He/Him for myself and for Actor, might I ask yours in return?)) Oh he WAS enjoying his day! Absolutely! Glass of sparkling apple juice, sitting outside in the sun now it was warming up again, script in hand for his latest project - Part 2 real soon! - and listening to the birds chirp. It wasn't often he got time to himself to just sit outside and read, naturally of course if he was going to read anything it would be his own works. Only the best of course! He didn't notice when the birds had stopped chirping, didn't notice the darkness slowly creeping in either... it was the high pitched ringing that caught his attention first. Waggling a finger in his ear as if to clear tinnitus then his eyes finally rise from the page- huh what? When did it get so......
Ah-....
He exhales slowly through with a short exhale and 'hm' but then just crosses one leg over the other, leaning back in his chair and continuing to read. "Y'know...it's polite to knock. I'm busy right now but if you'd like, my PA can schedule you an appointment if you give them a call. Their number is 621-311-1566" He licks a finger, turns the page all nonchalant.
*I stumbled a second, but I stayed on my feet and I exhaled in relief a moment to calm my racing heart. I nodded a moment at Actor, however tense and reluctant the gratitude in the action was, and I tipped my head more respectfully and easier to Dark.* “Thank you Dark, I’m sorry to inconvenience or interrupt you.” *I was resolutely not focusing on what Dark called me, I’d have a flustered panic later.*
Marc took a step back, turning towards the gardens that could be seen through the picture window. Dark's eyes seemed to keep an eye on the man who held his cane. Well, himself as Damien. That little nickname that Marc had got on Dark's every nerve yet.. He couldn't act yet. Not yet. Dark nodded at the asker.
"Of course, it seems running around is my career now."
Dark's words were insulting yet vague. Vague about who he was referring to and vague how he meant it. Dark shot a glance to the asker yet was still almost wary. Albeit through that mask of neutrality, his emotions were extremely difficult to decipher.
For all but his most well known enemy and friend. Wilford knew him. Marc knew him. Dark could still remember those days in college with Celine and the DA. Oh how he missed his trusted DA, yet now was not the time to think about them nor Celine.
“If you really gave a damn about him you would’ve treated him better! Been a better friend or whatever the hells you wanted to be to him! Not STOLEN HIS BODY AND NOT GIVEN HIM A DAMN CHOICE IN ANYTHING!” *I snapped out, baring my teeth a moment in the shout. Despite being backed into a corner I didn’t back down and when I wanted to reply more I yelped as I was dragged off my feet, being several inches shorter than the man in red. Despite the flash of fear in my mind I just glared at him, if need be I’d *bite* him to get him to let me go. And then I heard the familiar ringing and I perked up slightly.*. “Dark?”
"Greetings." Dark spoke as he walked into the room, black eyes settling on Marc who wore a calm smile. Yet his irritation was blatantly clear, the way he refused to release the asker was more than telling of Marc's anger.
"Marc," Dark hummed, "would you be so kind as to release my..." Dark paused to search for the right word that wouldn't set Marc off on him instead.
"Plaything."
Marc huffed, his red eyed gaze meeting Dark's own black one. The way the former politician pulled at the lapels of his suit was telling. Marc knew what the signs were of Dark's annoyance. Yet what he couldn't understand is why Dark favored this one. Rather, seemed to favor. Yet all the same, Marc released them, leaving them to either stumble and fall or stumble and catch themself. Marc didn't care which but had to muse how enjoyable it would be to see them on their ass.
"Of course, Dames." Marc cooed, "I would do anything for you."
Marc's words almost held a silent threat, a warning. Yet Dark didn't react in any meaningful way. Only a small, almost unnoticeable, nod of his head.
“As far as I’m concerned, even if it doesn’t mean shit to anyone else, what you deserved *was to rot* yes you got cheated on, but you didn’t have to Fuckin DO THIS FOR IT! You took things so horribly wrong and twisted and you *used* Dark, you hurt him, you$you fucking manipulated him into this. He didn’t have a goddamn choice and I know he didn’t want this! All because you want to ‘play hero’” *My face twists into a growl, brown eyes blazing behind my glasses.* “You’re no hero, you’re a fucking snake trying to pretend you’re not going to bite. You’re a coward who pushes all his blame onto everyone else because you can’t *stand* to be wrong.“
Marc seemed almost amused, although red overtook the brown in his eyes. The environment seemed to almost darken. Considering things he had done before, like showing images in the air, one could assume that Marc was capable of much.. Much more. Marc stepped around the desk, approaching the asker in an eerily calm way. His knuckles shifting to a white as he gripped the cane.
"You have accused me of hurting my dear, precious Dames." Marc stated, finally being close enough for the asker to see the earrings that decorated Marc's ears. A small, simple stud. Albeit real diamond. "You disregard what Celine did as simple cheating." He continued, Marc's voice rising in volume. "Worst of all, you claim that I am a snake. Nothing less. Nothing more." His anger peeked through, gritting his teeth.
"I. Am. Not. A. Snake!" The actor growled, grabbing the asker by the collar of their shirt, pulling them close.
"She is. She always was. You are the snake. Undeserving of-!" Marc looked up, cutting himself off at the familiar ringing.
Dark.
It was Dark himself.
Marc's anger seemed stamped out even as Dark's, seen by the mimicries screaming out silently, was painfully obvious.
*I just shrug,* “I told you before, I know Dark’s not nice even with him in control, neither of them can be with how things are. Well, Msybe if someone’s been with him a while. I know that I’m basically a pawn because Dark couldn’t give two. But that’s alright. At least I understand his patience somewhat, and I respect his rules. You’ve never give me a reason to respect you Marc. I mean *c’mon* the first time we meet you’re stealing someone’s body to try to ruin people’s lives! Then the next time you don’t even bring your wallet to a ‘date’ do you really think that’s a good way to get someone on your side?”
"My Dames is so sweet, you are mistaking him for that-" the scowl and distaste obvious in his voice. Marc shook his head, placing a hand on the window. "... Ruin lives? Please." The scoff evident. His mask had fallen, no attempt to be charming nor to attract the asker in like Marc had attempted to in the beginning. The frustration worn on his features.
"I deserved to live a life. To have my story told. It is not any fault of mine if she got in my way." Marc threw a glare over his shoulder.
The man turned, leaning against the window. A brow quirked, as if questioning their very being. Yet, for the moment, Marc was silent. It seemed he was considering a few things.
"Damien cares for me. No one can say the same for what he feels in regards to the likes of you." Marc remarked with a scoff before smiling, ever so charming. Yet, it was painfully obvious. The name change. He, for once, had not called Dark "Dames". "I gave Dames the role of a lifetime!" An ecstatic grin returned to his face.