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Welcome to Scarriden. It's a city where the police officers work with superheroes and attempt to control the villains. But in this city, the civilians aren't perfectly happy with that. They don't like the idea of these "goddamn mutants" running around and being able to do whatever the hell they want. Sure, they'll cry out for them when they're in trouble, but when they're safe, their opinions change.

So when someone offers to get rid of them for once and for all, most people don't dare ask questions. As the heroes do, they decide to engage in civil negotiations with this man. Maybe some sort of arrangement can be come to. But someone in the "villainous" team gets inside information. It turns out that the other side doesn't intend on engaging in civil negotiation with the heroes- they intend on kidnapping them.

At first, the villains don't do anything, expecting the heroes to break themselves out of it. But then, that doesn't happen. Instead, they actually do get captured. A few escape. Some get recaptured.

One, however, does escape and goes into hiding. They hear whispers of villains, villains that are smart enough to stay out of the public eye. Smart enough not to get caught. They do some research and finds the name of one, one who has been known to offer themselves out as a mercenary, a master thief for hire. They decide to ask them for help... But can a hero and a villain ever really co-operate?




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LUCIAN MITCHELL
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xxand with the black banners raised
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xxformer heroes who quit too late
xxwho just want to fill up the trophy case
Lucian just grinned as Markus mentioned he’d be there and be able to blend in. “Oh don’t you worry darling, Maelstrom will be there, lurking behind the scenes. You might just have to pout to one or two cameras and say how gutted I am that I can’t be there but I’m just too unwell.” He wouldn’t miss the opportunity to get his revenge for the world. Not after everything. Not after this.

He pouted teasingly as Markus joked about burning down his apartment. “I’m hurt, Markus, deeply hurt. This is a wound that may never heal.” He said dramatically, before his face broke into a grin, almost of its own free will. “God only knows what you’ll have to do to make it up to me,” he said with a wink, before getting to his feet and having to hold in a groan as he did so. The pain had at least started to ease while he was still, but moving hurt like hell. He moved slowly and carefully over to the kitchen and began searching for ingredients.

“Trust me, darling, I’ve been on my own for this long and I haven’t burned down an apartment or starved to death yet. Had a few close calls but it all worked out in the end,” he said. Those first few cooking experiments had been pretty terrible and while he joked about them now, he hadn’t forgotten that feeling of hopelessness, of feeling like he’d never get past it. Somebody should have been teaching him to cook while he was still in his teens. Instead, he was fighting for his life on the streets and getting his hands on whatever food he could. And he’d been one of the lucky ones.

He found enough ingredients to make a decent curry and started prepping the ingredients. “You’re in luck, darling, I’ve been told my curry is to die for. It was the easiest way to wrap one of my exes around my finger if I wanted something.” It was almost concerning how comfortable he felt around Markus, how easily these stories slipped out. And as much as it terrified him that he was getting that close to someone again... there was a part of him that was so, so relieved to be able to talk to someone again.

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Markus simply scoffed at Lucian's attempt at a joke, especially the overdramatic flare. He always was one for the dramatics, and this was no exception. "Just be careful is all I'm saying." he said with a small smile. He watched as Lucian got to his feet and made his way over to the kitchen where he explained that he hadn't always been the best cook, but that he had gotten better. As well as having been one to make some of the best curry. Markus thought for a moment as he slowly made his own way over to the kitchen, holding his side as he did so. The knife wound in his side was still healing as it was still fresh and any and all movement had hurt to do so. He'd need to make sure he was careful in any case, as the last thing he'd need is for it to reopen.

He watched silently as Lucian made the food, watching how carelessly and almost in utter perfection how Lucian moved about the room as he cooked. It seemed to be something that came almost all too naturally to him, and caused a small smile to appear on Markus' face, but for only a moment. He shook his head, Lucian was still a villain and he was the polar opposite. At least that's what he kept telling himself. He wasn't anything like him, but yet Markus kept feeling like they were more similar in more ways than one and with past recent events, that scared him. He didn't want to think about how similar in ways that they were, especially with how he went about things when he went after Lucian. Markus didn't know why he acted the way he did, nevermind how he lashed out and didn't mind killing the people that took Lucian. If anything, it felt good to do so. To finally take some power back for himself, and for people to fear him. The look in the men's eyes as he had ended their lives were something that caused a bit of a rush in Markus, and he didn't know why and it frightened him a bit. He wasn't sure if that was simply due to how much time he had been spending with Lucian, or if it was something darker within himself that had always been there. But he didn't like it.

Markus' attention was taken aback when Lucian placed the food infront of him. Shaking his head as he recollected himself, giving Lucian a forced smile and chuckle, "Sorry, was lost in my head for a moment." he said softly. He looked back up at Lucian and then at the food that was now in front of him on the table. "Sorry, but this looks good. Thanks, Luc." he said with a small smile. He took a few bites of the food, and a large smile overtook his face as he couldn't believe how not only hungry he was, but how good the food tasted. Shoveling some more into his mouth for a few minutes before he finally spoke, "So, after this I was thinking I should go down to the shop, just to talk to my boss for a quick minute and show her everything is fine. She's been...Well, you know how bosses are when you don't show up for a few appointments in a row and have radio silence. And then after that we can go on with whatever you have in mind, seeing as I have nothing really planned, except for the obvious."

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Lucian had heard some people say they found cooking therapeutic. Well, Lucian wouldn’t have gone that far, but he did find it grounding. It kept it from getting too distracted in his own thoughts, kept him from getting too wrapped up in anything. He was conscious that he wasn’t in his own kitchen, and totally aware of the hero’s eyes on him, probably watching him to make sure he didn’t actually burn down the kitchen.

Lucian plated up the food and put a plate down in front of Markus, who now appeared to be lost in thought. He shook himself a little and apologized, saying he was lost in thought. His reaction to the food made Lucian smile. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. He could tell by the speed Markus was eating that he enjoyed it, and seeing that smile on Markus’ face for what seemed like the first time in a while made him smile too.

Goddammit, he needed to be careful. Markus mightn’t have been like the others, but he was still a hero. Lucian was only good to him as long as he was useful. The minute they were done with this, Markus would probably hand him over to the cops... and that was the best case scenario. He should know better by now. A hero’s promise wasn’t worth the air it used.

Markus shocked him out of his thoughts, saying he wanted to go down to the shop to check in with his boss. Of course, he had an actual day job. Lucian knew that over the next few days, he’d need to start doing some actual work again, but that seemed unimportant right now. There was just too much at stake. “Do whatever you need to do, darling. Which reminds me, I really need to get working on those lovely suits of ours for this masquerade. Last chance to request any alterations,” he said with a raised eyebrow. And then he caught himself. “We also need to get planning some strategies. Training regimes for the next few days to make sure we’re both back up to strength, plans for the night itself, and of course, any recon opportunities we might have between now and then,” he said.

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Markus Vasco
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Markus simply shook his nodded his head as Lucian spoke, taking in everything he said as he silently ate. Lucian was correct, they had to start planning on what to do next, even with his recent injury he'd have to push through. They weren't going to make it very far if they stopped their plans simply cuz he was injured. He took plenty of beatings in the past, and a simple stab wound wasn't going to keep him down. He rolled his eyes at the mention of the suits for their main plan, up until now he had almost entirely forgotten. He thought for a moment as he bit his lip while he was in deep thought, "Nothing too flashy or out there like it was for that event last time. Last thing we need is for people to start putting the pieces together for who I am. And nothing too bright or obnoxious patterns. Those don't suit me, no pun intended." he said with a small grin as he finished the rest of his food, and quickly emptied the dishes into the sink.

Turning back to Lucian as he spoke, "My trip to the shop shouldn't be too long, if anything comes up or if I'm gone for too long, I'll message you when I can. Sound good?" he said in a rather rhetorical manner as he quickly left to change into a proper outfit of just a simple t-shirt and over shirt with jeans. He grabbed his wallet and keys and quickly left after giving a short and as usual awkward goodbye to Lucian for now.

The trip to the shop wasn't very long, nor was the appointment and 'conversation' he had with his boss. He was given a final notice, if he skipped any more appointments or stopped answering any calls or texts, he'd be let go. He hadn't even gotten much of a word into the one sided conversation as she had somewhere to be and swiftly left after making sure he got the message. When he heard the door close behind him, he swore under his breath. He knew he was cutting things a bit too close with his job, skipping more than just a few days like he had told Lucian. He'd get over it, and if need be he would be able to find a new job, Scarriden was a big enough city. He grabbed a few things and swiftly left himself, the small chime of the door sounded as he left. Shoving his hands into his coat pockets he slowly began making his way back to his apartment, taking a different route as he could have sworn he had the feeling of someone falling him from afar. But not turning around or giving a sign that he was aware of the figures that were slowly trailing from behind him.

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Lucian just raised his eyebrows as Markus implied his suit was "out there" last time. Sure, it hadn't exactly been just a plain old boring suit, but it hadn't been that- But he had a point. They unfortunately needed to blend in at this one, which meant simple. He just nodded as Markus said he would be back soon and that he'd message Luc if there were any issues. He grabbed his laptop from the loft, before settling back down on the couch to get a bit of work done on designing the suits. But no matter what he did, he couldn't concentrate. Something at the back of his mind was nagging at him, telling him that something wasn’t right. He told himself that he was just anxious, uneasy about being alone. But after a while, he became certain that it was more than just that. He slammed his laptop shut. He was still in Markus’ borrowed clothes, which would be good for helping him remain under the radar. He searched for just a moment to find a hoodie, before pulling it on and tucking his hair into the hood. Markus had left his knives to the side, and Lucian shoved two of them into his pocket, before leaving the apartment.

He wasn’t enough of an idiot to follow Markus’ trail exactly. That could raise attention they didn’t need. Instead, he made his own way to the tattoo studio and hung around until he saw Markus leaving, looking a little disgruntled. He was starting to think that he’d just been paranoid, that the events of the past few days had gotten to him. And then he saw them. A group of figures, hanging closely behind Markus. Lucian began to tail them. And when they started to get too close… Lucian struck. The first one was on the ground before he’d even realised he’d been stabbed. The second managed to begin to throw a punch, but Lucian easily dodged, his knife plunging into his stomach. The next managed to draw a gun, managed to fire off a shot, but it missed Luc, who knocked the gun out of his hand and slashed the man across the face, before slamming the man back into the wall. “You tell me what you know, or you die,” he hissed, the knife against the man’s jugular. He could see the man swallow, see the man try to decide which he valued more- his employer or his life.

“They’ve been watching you. Watching both of your apartments, any time you leave we’ve been ordered to tail you and try and attack you. Capture is preferable but if you put up too much of a fight or draw too much attention, we’re just to kill you. Please, don’t, I never-”

“Who’s employing you?” Lucian asked, pressing his knife a little harder to get the man’s attention and stop the pleading. Again, Lucian could see him trying to make that decision all over again. And again, he gave Luc what he wanted, telling Lucian the name he’d already been expecting. “Good.” And then in a swift movement, he plunged the knife in the other hand into the man’s gut, stepping away and turning to Markus. “Are you okay?” He asked, but didn’t wait for an answer before he started cleaning up the mess. This was an easy clean up, easy to pass off as a fight gone wrong. He wiped down the knives with his sleeves, kicking it across the ground to make it look like it had been dropped, before pressing one of the grunts’ hand’s against it, doing the same with the other. He never liked leaving his knives behind, but sometimes, it was necessary to cover his tracks. Once he was happy, he straightened back up.

“Listen to me. We only have a matter of time before they realise we’re not being followed. I have somewhere we can stay until we get a concrete plan in place. I’ll send you the address. Go home, get enough clothes and supplies for a few days, bring our laptops, anything else you think we might need. We probably only have a few hours. I’ll meet you there.”

Luc turned and left again, heading back to his own apartment. He knew it was a risk, knew they could be waiting for him. So he was cautious when he got back to his apartment and it was empty. He shoved some clothes into a bag with a few more weapons, as well as supplies for making their suits. He didn’t know how long they’d be gone, but he wasn’t coming back here if he could avoid it.

His bag packed, he left the apartment, keeping his head down, sending the address to Markus as he walked. He’d been renting out this apartment for a while, just to have in case things went south. He paid cash, and in return, the landlord kept a fake name and details on record. It was in a rougher part of town, but it did the job. As he got in, though, he suddenly realised that it was… considerably smaller than both his and Markus’ apartments, only really meant for one person at a time, and not really furnished for comfort. It wasn’t ideal, but it would do for a few days. It would have to.

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xxxGlory and gore go hand in hand
xxxThat's why we're making headlines (Oh! Oh!)
xxxYou could try and take us (oh-oh)
xxxBut victory's contagious
Markus didn't know what happened first, the sound of foot-steps encroaching closer and closer, being ready to turn around and strike, or what sounded like more than just a scuffle happened behind him. By the time he had shifted stance and turned, two of the men were already taken out, and the third already had a knife to his throat. Markus was only able to blink as he tried to take in the scene that laid out before him. Lucian had a knife to the last remaining man's throat and was already questioning him. He stood silently, both in shock and confusion as to why he was being followed by Lucian, but he couldn't deny being thankful.

He arched an eyebrow when the man told Lucian what he wanted to know, and quickly turned to look away when Lucian silenced the man with a knife to the abdomen. His own wound hurting in response caused him to hold back the feeling of nausea that quickly took over. Markus watched as Lucian began to make quick work of making it look like an attack gone wrong, while asking Markus if he was okay. He only shook his head nervously in response at first before being able to form the words he needed, "I'm fine but...Luc..How...Why. Forget it. Just, thanks." he was able to quickly ramble out before he was being ordered to go back to his place, get some things and their computers and he'd be sent an address to meet up at later. He was going to question it, but he knew full well to not question things when Lucian ordered him around like this. He possibly would have gotten outnumbered and beaten up again for the second time, and no one would have been the wiser if Lucian hadn't been trailing him. Something he didn't think he'd be thankful for.

The two quickly parted ways, and Markus made his way back to his apartment a few short minutes later, using his powers to help lessen the amount he'd have to walk. He unlocked his apartment door and quickly closed and locked it behind him, making sure no one was in the apartment before he started collecting his things. He grabbed a large duffle bag and began putting some clothes, supplies, first aid, and their computers and files in them. As well as a few other things and quickly walked out the door. Markus didn't know what they would be doing, or what exactly was their go-to plan from here, but when he received the address he quickly made his way there. It was on the sketchier side of Scariden, and he didn't know what to think of it exactly, but he wasn't entirely turned off by the idea. He made his way to the apartment door and knocked it as he awaited for Lucian to let him in, "Alright, Asshole." he called out.





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Luc was investigating the contents of the apartment, trying to figure out if there was anything else they'd need, when there was a knock at the door. He instinctively froze, before Markus' voice rang out from the hallway. Lucian smirked as he opened the door. "Keep that up and you'll be sleeping on the floor," he warned.

"So we have basic supplies. Canned food, ramen, shit like that. You might have to get inventive if you're trying to impress me with breakfast, unless you brought supplies for those scrambled eggs. We can probably risk one or two trips to get groceries but we'll have to be super incognito about it. I've called in a few favours, and I have eyes on this apartment with the intention of finding out how long it takes this apartment to be found and watched." He called as he continued checking the cupboards, making a mental note of what they had. "And, perhaps most importantly," he said with a triumphant grin as he reached in and pulled the bottles from the back of the cupboard. "We have alcohol."

"We also have a fully stocked medical kit, and when I mean fully stocked, I mean I could nearly run an emergency department out of this apartment. Don't ask how I got some of it, you won't like the answer." Luc stopped, turning to look at Markus as a memory hit him. "You... you got hurt saving me, didn't you? How's it doing? You want me to check it or change the dressings or anything on it?" The concern in his own voice nearly took him aback. God, caring this much about a hero was not going to end well. "Can't have you dying on me. Drink?" He said, eager not to dwell on it.

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xxxOops I did it again, I
xxxForgot what I was losing my mind about
xxxI only wrote this down to make you press rewind
xxxAnd send a message, "I was young and a menace"
Markus chuckled as Lucian retorted with a snide remark as he was welcomed into the apartment, which ended up being much smaller than he expected. But it would do for now, it had to. "I've slept in worse places." he said with a small grin. If this place was to be their base of operations, as well as home, for now, they'd have to start unpacking. Which is what Markus got to right away. Putting the food in the cupboards and everything else where things belonged.

A sly girn formed across his face when Lucian mentioned he'd have to get inventive for breakfast, seeing how they had plenty of supplies in food that wouldn't require much work. This much was true, he hadn't thought about breakfast ideas. He'd have to work with what they had. "I'm sure I can come up with something. Never underestimate someone in the kitchen. I may not have ended up in culinary school, but I know how to make things work." Markus said with a small wink before turning back around to rifle through his bag once more as he was trying to figure out what else he brought. Only looking up when he heard Lucian say they had alcohol. Which, at this point in time sounded like one of the very few things he actually wanted. "Perfect." a small chuckle came from his mouth.

Markus' attention was taken back yet again when Lucian mentioned the amount of medical supplies they had. Making note that they probably had anything and everything they'd need. Which was a relief, and his expression must have shown slight concern by Lucian's next comment of not wanting to say where he got it all from. Maybe it was for the better he didn't ask. At the mention of him having gotten hurt, Markus couldn't help but acknowledge the numbing pain in his side, even at the mere mention of it brought him slight pain. The look on Lucian's face wasn't something he had been expecting, it seemed to be genuine concern and worry. Even if Lucian wasn't going to acknowledge it, it was evident enough. He wasn't entirely bad. Licking his lips for a moment as he slowly stood back up to his feet, "I uh, I haven't really thought about it but. It probably does need to be rebandaged and taken care of. I've just been so preoccupied with everything, I sort of...Forgot?" he said with a small, awkward chuckle. For those that knew Markus, he never fully looked after himself like he should have, always seeing his own personal health as a last resort. Evident by the scars and marks that covered most of his body, clearly not healing very well, or even properly. Markus probably would have gone on to have forgotten about the wound if he hadn't been reminded of it.





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Luc smirked at Markus' response to the alcohol, glad that they agreed on that much. He took two glasses out of the cupboard and filled them both with a measure of whiskey. He frowned a little as Markus said he'd almost forgotten about the wound. Luc wasn't quite sure how exactly a person could do that and decided that the hero evidently had an insane pain tolerance. As if that wasn't obvious.

"Right, bathroom, we'll get you cleaned up then," he said. "Drink this first," he said, pressing the glass into Markus' hand. He was tempted to down his own glass, but figured that probably wouldn't make Markus feel any better, so simply put it down on the coffee table. He went into the bathroom and dug out the supplies he would need, washing his hands.

"I know this really isn't the circumstances either of us thought I'd be saying this in, but take your shirt off," he instructed. "You need painkillers or anything? When your ability means that you frequently feel like you've been hit by a bus the day after a job, you make a point of keeping a supply of strong painkillers anywhere you could end up after a job," he added as he knelt down to look at the wound, finding he had the best view of it that way. Gently, he touched the skin around the wound to examine it. "Stitches all look fine. Might clean it up a little and put a clean bandage on it. It's probably gonna scar no matter what, but let's see what we can do to minimise that, mm?" He said. He'd done this too many times before. Back when he was basically still a kid, working in teams of people, when they'd have to patch each other up after a job. Talking kept people conscious, kept them focused on you, minimised the amount of pain they were in. And sometimes if it was too late, it would just make sure they didn't feel alone.

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Markus stood there awkwardly as Lucian forced the cup of alcohol into his hand, insisting he drank it as it would help. Markus couldn't exactly deny that, even if he wanted to. Quickly gulping the alcohol in one go, Markus slightly reeled back from the burn it brought. Maybe he didn't think it through clearly. He blinked as Lucian said he'd have to get the wound recleaned and tended to, starting with him having to remove his shirt. "...Huh?" was all that he was able to get out as he blinked confusedly. Did Markus hear that correctly? Not only that he'd have to remove his shirt for the wound to be treated, but it was the comment Lucian made. What did he mean this wasn't the situation neither of them thought he'd be saying this?? He didn't have enough time to argue as Lucian more or less helped him remove his shirt, tossing it to the side as he stood in stunned silence. Still trying to process what was even happening.

Begrudgingly, Markus sat down on one of the stools so Lucian could get a proper look at the wound, seeing what he had to work with. He tended to zone out when he was tended to, not really paying attention. It was an odd way to cope, something he learned when he was a small child. He never had a rhyme or reason, it was just something he picked up over the years. Markus didn't pay much attention as Lucian helped clean and rebandage it, only coming back to reality when Lucian mentioned the wound, and how there would be minimal scarring at least. Something he wasn't entirely surprised about, and often used to. "Yeah...Thanks, Lucian..." Markus mumbled under his breath, looking down at the floor as he kept his face pointed away from Lucian. Markus didn't reallty know what to say or do, about any of this. He was getting way over his head here, this whole thing was a nightmare. But he had to remember why he was doing any of this to begin with. "It's just been a rough few days I think, for the both of us...Sorry." Markus mumbled once more as he slowly stood up from the stool and looked around. "We should probably try to figure out what we're gonna do about all of this, not like we have all that much to work off of but, we'll figure something out. Right?" he said with a shadow of a smirk on his face.





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xxstraight through the chest like a thunderclap
xxyou can burn too bright, burn too bright to see
xxwith the lights out, a shadow of a doubt
Markus was clearly more out of it than Luc had realised as he simply looked confused at his comment about taking his shirt off, instead of a usual witty comment. He wasn't quite meeting Lucian's eyes. At first, he wasn't quite sure why, and played it down as just the brain and stress of the situation. But as Lucian handed him back his shirt and Markus began rambling about how they'd had a rough few days, it clicked why Markus seemed to be looking at him differently. He'd just seen Lucian kill three men in cold blood, without a hesitation, and make the whole thing look like a fight gone wrong. Markus was a hero, and Luc had almost forgotten that. He was probably horrified at what he'd seen.

He headed back out to the kitchen as Markus asked what they needed to do, draining his own glass and pouring himself another. "Yeah, sure, we can work something out," he said, throwing himself down on the couch. "It just feels like we're going to have to get a little smarter with our thinking. They have us outnumbered by... hundreds, probably. If we just keep fighting, our luck is going to run out at some point." He mused.

"We have to assume they're tracking us. Probably tracking our cards, our devices, everything like that. I can do something about that, make sure we're not being bugged, make sure we can't be tracked. Obvious thing would be to just pay in cash from now on, but... just to screw with them, we could also buy a bunch of shit and have them sent to random locations and have them show up to random apartments across the city. That could also raise public suspicion, like why the hell did cops show up days after a random package showed up?" He continued, reaching into one of the bags and retrieving his laptop. As he spoke, he ran a scan on his laptop. Once he was happy it hadn't been compromised, he checked in on the tracker he'd sent in the gala invitation.

"As far as I'm aware, they don't suspect anything about the invitation, they really think it's legit. Even the ones who have gotten a VIP invite to our very special drinks reception don't seem to have realised anything. So we have to hope that stays consistent." he took another sip from his drink. "So, hero boy, any thoughts or plans or suggestions? Don't let the big bad Maelstrom monologue for too long," he teased, his tone light. It was as much a warning and a reminder to himself as anything. A hero and a villain. This couldn't, wouldn't, last. If they succeeded, they'd be on opposite sides again.

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Markus sat down on one of the chairs in the living room across from Lucian as he thought for a moment as Lucian said they could come up with something. They always did, somehow. If it was pure luck or fate, they always managed to pull things off in the end. Maybe this could end the same as well, he hoped they did anyway.

He nodded his head as Lucian suggested that they were probably being tracked by their devices as well as way of purchasing things. Which, made sense and he wasn't even surprised if that was the case. Would only make sense for this to be the case. Markus found himself getting all too comfortable in the chair that he had curled up in, resting his head on his knees as he listened to Lucian continue to speak, nodding every time he agreed with something in hopes of Lucian knowing he was paying attention, but was just very, very tired. Markus almost hadn't realized just how tired he was until he finally sat down and let himself become comfortable, "Yeah, sounds good to me, Lucian.." he said with a small yawn before snapping himself back awake and out of his sleepy state.

"Well, the fact they believe everything so far is a bonus on our part, just means that the ball is in our court now and we have to play things smart....Which, is just great." he mused for a moment, scratching his chin for a moment as he thought. "If they start closing in on us, and being out becomes too dangerous...It'd mean I'd have to quit my day job, my boss won't be very happy about that but, I'm already treading a very thing line with her, and if it means keeping her say and away from their point of interest, I can suffer the loss." Markus muttered, running his hand through his hair as he slowly sat back up.

"You don't...You don't think they'd go after her, right? Try to get to me through that way? I wouldn't put it past them but, I'll leave her out of this." he said quietly as he folded his hands. Markus thought for a moment, clearly the gears in his head began turning for a moment, "Eh, forget it...We can work on this in the morning when my brain isn't fried...Speaking of which, want some food? I'm sure I can figure something out for tonight." Markus said with a small grin as he slowly got to his feet and began making his way back into the kitchen.







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Lucian raised an eyebrow in amusement as Markus yawned, before practically shaking himself awake. The hero looked exhausted, and Luc couldn't blame him for that. They both were running practically on empty, and he just wished they had enough time to recover so they could be at their best. But it was time he wasn't sure they had, so they'd just have to manage.

Markus had a point about quitting his job. It was much, much easier for Luc to just vanish and leave no trace. His entire life had been set up to allow him to do just that. Lucian just shrugged as Markus asked if he thought they'd go after her. They'd entered an entirely new phase now, and it was hard to know how they were going to react. If Lucian was being honest, he thought it was not only possible, but likely. They weren't going to be happy about the two of them practically vanishing in to thin air. But Markus didn't seem to want to dwell on it, so he stashed the thought away for when they were both a little sharper. Lucian could feel the exhaustion and the pain beginning to tug on his own mind. He nodded as Markus offered to make them food. "Well, if you're offering, darling, that sounds great." He stood up and followed Markus out to the kitchen, grabbing the bottle of whiskey and topping up both their glasses.

"I probably have mixers somewhere here if you want to be a little more classy," he mused, before discovering he had left a bottle of Coke in the fridge. "Fuck yeah." He topped up his own glass with some and climbed on to the counter a little bit away from where Markus would be cooking, cradling his glass. "So. What do you want to talk about that doesn't involve this crazy... thing we're trying to do? Because we're practically living together and I know next to nothing about you other than a suitably tragic heroic backstory."

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Markus gave Lucian a grin as he refilled their drinks once more as Lucian made his way into the kitchen as he confirmed it was alright for Markus to make some food. If they could figure out what they had, he'd be able to scrounge up something for them to eat. "Fancy? What about this says fancy?" Markus said with a chuckle as he motioned to himself, pointing out the fact that he indeed had no sense of fashion or style. "But I'll let you know if I reconsider." he said with a small, playful wink as he went looking through the cupboards for something, anything. Walking back by the counter, he scooped up the shot glass that had been refilled and quickly downed it once more after having found some boxes of food that could be prepared with the use of the stove and water.

Markus turned the stove on as he began to boil some water as he planned on making some of the boxed mac n cheese that Lucian had in the cupboards. It wouldn't be anything fancy, but he had some tricks up his sleeve. He arched an eyebrow as Lucian spoke up, a bit taken a back by his question. He wasn't prepared for him to be questioned about his life, or his past. There could have been anything that Lucian could want to talk about, and he chose to ask some questions about Markus? Who simply only shrugged his shoulders a bit as the water began to boil as he opened up the boxes and went over the ingredients that they had to work with, "Well, there's not really much to know, honestly., Markus started. "It's a cliche but, my parents were murdered when I was younger, bounced back between foster care for the majority of my life before I was forced to live on my own. The early years are just...Bit of a blur?" his voice was more of a quizical nature than he had originally planned. If he was to be honest, even Markus couldn't exactly remember some parts of his earlier years, but didn't plan on thinking about it for very long. "Took up odd jobs and did what I could to make it by before well, I landed a job at the parlor and the rest is kind of history, ya know?" he said with a shrug as he poured the contents of the boxes into the pot and let it boil on the stove as he took a few steps away and leaned back against the counter.

"Aside from the boring things well...I'm kind of a boring person in comparison to you I guess. I'm not so flashy or out there in the public eye like some may be." Markus said with a small grin as he gave a nod to Lucian. Crossing his arms over his chest as he thought for a moment, "I guess the most interesting things that I do, or have to say about me is that I have a motorcycle that I built myself and do photography on the side? It's nothing special, or really big but, I have a bit of an impressive portfolio but, it's nothing I can see taking off as a professional job. Not that skilled with it, just a small hobby, ya know?" Markus shrugged, and quickly made his way back to the stove as he stirred the noodles and water a bit more as he emptied out the other packets into the pot and let the food boil down a little bit longer before he finished dishing it out and split it into two portions, but not before putting in some extra ingredients to help make it less bland before handing Lucian a bowl. Leaning back against the counter as he took a few bites as he pondered for a moment, "Sorry if it's not the quality of food you're used to but, it'll have to do for now. We can always pick up some better ingredients and figure out food options at some point. Which, also leads into my next thing about me, it didn't go anywhere, obviously. But I did go to culinary school for a few years which, helped with learning how to fend for myself but, it's not all that impressive." Markus simply muttered as he gave another shrug. Looking back up after taking a few more bites of food, "Now, what about you? What things about you do I not know?"







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Luc listened to Markus speak, sipping his drink the whole time. It was always interesting to see past people’s outer shells, to see the real them beneath. Sometimes, it showed a whole new side, other times, it explained everything. Somehow, Markus’ story just seemed to fit what he knew and what he expected. Markus having an interest in photography was a surprise, though, and Luc found himself raising an eyebrow. He took the bowl of food, nodding appreciatively. He hadn’t realised how hungry he was until he started to eat.

“Oh damn, culinary school, photography, and good with your hands? The full package,” he said, laughing. He shrugged as Markus asked him about himself. “Afraid that I’m not quite as accomplished. I didn’t even finish high school. Only reason I ended up anywhere decent was when I ran into my old social worker when I was seventeen. She managed to get me an internship with a local fashion designer. I don’t know how she managed to do it, because I was this angry homeless kid who was probably several people’s idea of a nightmare. But they gave me a shot and... well, the rest is history. The writing and photography started as a blog and as a sideline of making money, and it took off. So, hey, if you ever do want to go professional with the photography, I know people,” he said, grinning at him.

“So for the fun stuff... I used to draw. Portraits, mostly, but i’m probably a bit rusty now. Taught myself to cook, nearly burned the apartment down several times, but I got there eventually. Still haven’t cracked baking yet. And... well, this might be scandalous, but...” He dropped his voice to a stage whisper. “I’m not a natural blonde.” He drained his glass and put his empty bowl aside.

“That was really good. Someone’s gonna be really lucky to have you some day,” he said with a wink. He watched Markus for a minute or two. “Refill?” He asked, holding up the bottle as he poured himself another glass. “So... you don’t have to answer this but... you keep saying I’m not your type. Am I not your type, as in you prefer brunettes? Or not your... type,” he said, raising an eyebrow.

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Markus simply shook his head with a muttered chuckle at Lucian's comment, figured he'd go somewhere like that. "It's just a side gig, nothing more." he said with a shrug. He didn't picture his simple hobby of photography becoming anything special or professionally ran. It was just something he did, as for cooking, he had no real other choice if he wanted to be able to look after himself. As for the last comment, he ignored it entirely and simply just listened as Lucian answered his question, which he was genuinely shocked by. Listening to him explain that Lucian wasn't as accomplished as Markus was did make him a little sad, as he didn't see it as anything special. He just put the time and energy into it otherwise he would have let his problems and anger get to him. He probably wouldn't even have been the same if he didn't choose to spend it somewhere else.

A small smile creased his lips as Lucian offered that if he ever wanted his photography to step into professional territory, he'd be able to make it happen. It was tempting, if he was being honest, but he just wasn't very certain of what he wanted to do. Markus put the empty dishes into the sink and filled up his glass once more as Lucian had offered a refill, and he listened to what Lucian had to say. A small chuckle came from him at the comment of almost burning down his apartment. He could picture it if he was being honest, and it made him genuinely smile. Which, was all too short lived as Lucian had asked something that had genuinely made him freeze. Not the comment of the food he made, Markus was happy that even basic food was good enough, but the part of someone being lucky enough to have him one day, and then his actual question about his hair and if that was why Markus didn't like him. At least a dozen different questions raced his mind as he thought for an answer, not just a sarcastic, snide remark. But an actual answer.

Markus sighed slightly as he brushed his hand through his hair before taking a sip of his drink as he looked down, "Well..To be completely honest?" he said with raised eyebrows, preparing him for what he was going to say next. "After my last relationship ended after a pretty toxic three years, I uh...Tended to not dwell on relationships. They just made things...Complicated." he said with a sigh, resting his hands against the counter. "You fall for someone, they become a liability that can be used against you, and I wouldn't put anyone in that kind of position. Besides...I don't think someone like me, a no-body, would reflect well on Mr. BigShot over here." he said as he vaguely gestured towards Lucian. "Plus, brunnettes aren't exactly my type, if I were to be honest. Your hair looks fine as is, Lucian." he said with a small smile before walking over to the couch, and grabbed Lucian's computer and placed it onto his lap, "Anyway, where do we start first?"







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Lucian regretted his question the minute he opened his mouth, realizing that it wasn’t quite as playful as he imagined. Markus’ answer made him feel worse, and he just stared at his hands. Even the attempt at a joke just managed to make Lucian fake a smile. It was only when Markus picked up his laptop that he scrambled off the counter and practically ran over to reclaim it. “No, no, no, that’s my baby, no touchie!” He said, snatching it back and grinning. “No offense but I do not trust people with this, I’ve spent far too long modifying this and getting everything the way I like it,” he explained. “I can check out and modify your laptop to make it secure, but no touchie.”

“And… sorry if I touched a nerve. Mostly I just wanted to check that my gaydar is still functional,” he teased. “I know what it’s like. Every relationship I’ve had has blown up in our faces and half the time, I think it’s been my own fault. I don’t blame you for not wanting to get involved.” He cleared his throat and stood up again to retrieve his glass from the kitchen, taking a sip as he came back in. When he came back in, he sat down cross-legged on the floor, his back against the couch, so Markus could see what he was doing. He called up the files he’d established on the people they were going to be targeting at the event.

“Anyway, our best bet is probably to just get a concrete idea of how things are going to go down on the night. How we get in, how we deal with this, and how we get out again. Everything else, we can work on from there. These are the people we’ll be dealing with. These aren’t the thugs we’ve dealt with thus far, these are the head honchos orchestrating the whole thing. But we can’t underestimate them from any point of view. They know us and they know what they’re dealing with.”

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Markus couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as Lucian hopped off the counter and quickly took the computer out of his hands in a protective manner. Almost like a child in a sense. Which, part of Markus had to admit was somewhat endearing-no, no, no. He had to keep his mind on track. "Hey, no need to apologize. I wasn't going to break it, least not on purpose." he said with a small chuckle as he looked at the ground for a moment before Lucian apologized again. He simply gave a small shrug at first, "It's honestly no big deal, Luc. I just, don't exactly think they're for me anymore. That's all." he said with another shrug, before raising an eyebrow at the comment of a gaydar. He sat there in confusion for a moment before a realization hit him, which caused his body to stiffen for a moment in place. "Oh, that's what that was?" he said with a nervous chuckle, "I wouldn't exactly say gay, per say but...I just vibe with whoever I vibe with. Doesn't really matter about the finer details, I guess." Markus found himself shaking his head, second guessing himself for why he said that. Why did he? It didn't matter. "I'm just not into...Sleeping around, I guess? Not my thing, exactly." Markus said with another shrug as he fixed how he was sitting on the couch, seeing how his side began to hurt once more.

Markus gave a small smile as Lucian said that he knew what it was like to feel like things not working out was his own fault and he didn't blame him, "No one's perfect.." Markus found himself muttering. Markus looked back up as he saw Lucian sit infront of the couch with his computer in his lap, in a way that Markus could look over his shoulder. He simply nodded as Lucian began going over the plan again, mainly saying how they couldn't be able to to take them all on. These weren't just the average thugs they've been dealing with. He knew that, but at least they were both on the same page, it's all he cared about. Markus thought to himself for a moment, "Well, we already said that this was going to be a formal event, right? With masks and such? We'd have some way of keeping ourselves protected that way...Maybe have a back exit, just incase shit goes sideways and we need to get out of there?" Markus said as he tilted his head to the side slightly. "I'm not an expert in these types of situations so...Ya know, I'm not exactly the best guy to come to for this. Shit usually goes south for me, and I'm getting the fuck out of there, but we can't do that this time...Shit can't go that way. Not again..."







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