To bloom and then fall is their fate

Shopping. It wasn't something Mark did often, but he was bored this particular day, with nothing more to do, so he'd come here. The Rose Garden. It was quite the place... All extravagant-like, it really didn't suit Mark all that much. Then again he'd chosen to come here of his own free will... He really needed to stop doing this kind of random crap. Well he just had to get what he needed, and get the hell out, that was it. It was unfortunate this place only sold the kind of clothing that Mark wore...  Who knew it was so hard to find frivolous cloaks?

But of course, Mark couldn't do anything without some sort of annoying and unexpected supernatural event intruding on him. And so, of course, petals started to rain from the sky, because Mark could never do anything without some sort of crazy bullshit happening. The pebbles rained down with annoying intensity, piling up like snow. "Ugh, so fucking irritating." Mark muttered, and since nothing ever went his way, Mark stepped on a slippery pedal and fell, knocking his head on the concrete floor. "Ugh! Fuck this shit!" Mark yelled jumping up and kicking the floor. Knowing some sort of mage had done this, Mark was now officially hellbent on finding out who had done this, since they were just being so fucking irritating.

He took another step forward since it was customary to do so when one felt like moving, only to slip on another pedal. Mark hit his head on the concrete ground once again and proceeded to let out a stream of profane curses. Mark was vaguely aware of the many people staring at him as though he were crazy, but he did not particularly care much at all.

Deciding that irritating cherry blossom pedals called for drastic measures, Mark decided he would cast a spell. He removed the bronze bracelet he wore on his left wrist, and it promptly transformed into a katana made of the same material. Slowly raising the blade into the air, Mark began to recite an incantation, "Dominus, quia curram solvere quaestiones." Electricity crackled on Mark's katana as he whispered these words, and stormclouds gathered in the sky, dense with lightning. As soon as Mark finished reciting, a single bolt of lightning struck his katana, as though it were a lightning rod, and the storm clouds faded. Mark and his blade glowed with electricity for a few seconds, and once it faded, there was nothing noticeably different about Mark. This was largely due to the fact that he was wearing pants. If someone were to remove his pants, they would find yellow marking all over his legs, the result of his Zeus' Gate takeover spell. As soon as the lightning faded, Mark began to hover in the air only about a foot. "How do you like me now?!" He yelled, seemingly at the pedals that had been making him slip seconds earlier. Confident that the pedals would pose him no more harm, Mark began to float around the Rose Garden, looking for whoever it was that was creating these goddamn pedals.

Someone came up to Mark and began to scold him for his use of language, and then implied that his 'Guardian Angels' had been attempting to give him a spanking because of his foul mouth. Thinking this warranted no response other, Mark just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, "Whatever..." Soon after, the person asked him what guild he was from, stating that he himself was a member of Black Sails. "How peculiar." Mark started, back to his normal, calmer self. "I too, am a member of Black Sails. I likely seem familiar to you due to the fact that the two of us attended the original sign-up for Black Sails. I seem to remember you attending as well, Julius." Mark had assumed that final part, but since the man had been repeating the noun again and again, Mark thought it was safe to assume that it was his name. "You can call me Mark. It's a pleasure to formally make your acquaintance, Julius." Still hovering in the air due to his Takeover spell, Mark crossed his legs in the air, "Shall we go beat the living hell out of whoever is making the Rose Garden an actual garden, Julius? They do rather deserve such a punishment." Mark grinned, and his whole body crackled with static electricity. Mark placed the tip of his katana on the ground, and in a seemingly gravity-defying manner, the weight of his body was supported by the katana (though in reality he was using the power of flight to create this cool illusion.

Apparently, Julius hadn't been at the sign-up session for Black Sails, perhaps Mark had recognized him from somewhere else, who knows where? It's likely he'd seen him around the guild sometime. After the parrot flapping next to Julius pecked him a few time, Julius finally introduced it. The parrot's name was Squable, who said that he hoped Julius and Mark would get along. Mark nodded, "I'm sure we will, Squable! Julius seems like a nice guy."


Suddenly, the ground started to shake, or so it seemed. Mark couldn't really tell, hovering above the air and all that. Julius stumbled and fell against Mark, seeming as though they were hugging for a second. He apologizes profoundly, and Mark playfully stuck his tongue out, "It's totally fine, don't worry about it!" After a bit of banter with his bird, Julius told Mark he'd help to punish whoever was doing all this, and Mark smiled. "Good. Whoever is doing this deserves a nice big helping of ass-beating. Am I right or am I right?"

A few seconds later, three minions made of petals appeared, running towards Mark and Julius. "Oh hell no. Fucking petal dwarfs? That is really messed up." Mark sighed. He lifted up his sword and watched as one of the dwarves attacked Julius, only to have him somehow slow down time, and murder it with a water sword. "I'll take the next one." Mark said, flashing a smile. He flew towards one of the minions at top speed, quickly slashing it in half with a flick of his wrist. "That's two down, one to g." Mark said, smiling again. He was clearly over the bad mood he'd been experiencing before. Killing the things that made him angry yelled made Mark much less angry, though that probably applies to most people.

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Mark goofily put his spread out hand to his forehead and flicked his wrist forward, mimicking what a soldier would do to their commander, "Aye aye, sir! I am on it~!" He rolled in the air, spreading out his hands like an airplane and making an embarrassing zooming noise as he flew towards their enemy.

"Ugh! Just leave me alone, and let me do as I please, you insignificant pest!" She yelled, sending a flurry of white petals at Mark. He almost rolled out of the way in time, but a single white petal found its way onto his skin and cut all the way up his left arm. Mark yelped, stepping onto the ground and regaining his serious composure.

"You will pay for that." He said simply, his black hair whistling in the wind. He charged at the cherry blossom mage at full speed, his black tinted blade making whistling noises as he jumped forward and slashed at the cherry blossom mage. Suddenly, a wall of petals blew in the way, and Mark's sword did no damage at all. The petals crept up the blade, and it became engulfed in petals, disappearing in the wall of petals. "You took my sword!!!" He roared at the top of his lungs, and before he knew what was happening, Mark felt a sharp stabbing pain in his arm, and suddenly his was holding a new blade. A pristine white katana. "Well that's neat." He said, slashing at the wall of petals, which Mark's new blade cut through just like butter, as though it had burnt through the petals. The old black blade laid on the ground, just waiting for Mark to grab it. He mentally flickered on his Cephalon Field, and the blade gravitated towards him easily. He turned off the metal switch and focused on the petal mage, dual-wielding his swords. "Let's do this, little girl." He said, dashing forwards and cutting through any petals that came his way. Blossom girl looked a bit shocked that Mark was handling her with so much ease, and let out a yell as the Mark's white blade tore through her stomach with ease. The searing blade cauterized the wound immediately, but she still clutched her stomach in pain. "You need to stop terrorizing Rose Garden." He said nonchalantly, and girl scowled, her image steaming, revealing a totally different person. A grown woman with scarlet hair and ridiculous cleavage, wearing a skin-tight red dress and little horns protruding out of her scalp.

"Oh, my little Child. How far you've come. It's quite the shame that today is the day you die." A scarlet rose appeared in her palm and it withered as she closed her palm. Mark shook with fear, has body chilled with fear. "At a loss for words? I'll end you quickly." She took a step towards Mark, and he took a step backwards.

"No." He said simply, holding up his head with pride. "I don't know who you are. But I will end you nonetheless." His body glowed with a white-hot aura, and his appearance shifted slightly. He grew horns similar to that of the lady, and his skin turned a pale white, and his eyes, a deep scarlet red.

"Well. If it isn't Roseus." Mark said in a deep gravelly voice, as if someone else had taken over his body. "Leave, before I make you regret it, Roseus." He said with a scowl, but Roseus didn't respond, instead, vines bursted from the ground, attempting to bindg Mark in place.

"I wondered how long you'd stay hidden, Tasuruha. Finally, I get to kill you." Mark shook his head, and a white aura covered his body, forming a collosal spirit aura four times his size. The collosus' first hit stuk Roseus full-on, and she began to smoke, dissolving into nothing. Mark's aura faded, and he flopped immediately to the floor, unconscious.