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Bab 62: Cool Grunt

*yeah, sorry for the late chapter -I legit slept more than expected. My alarm was good to wake me up, but I closed my eyes and gone I was :))

It's here now tho, so please enjoy. I'll also be going live on Twitch in a bit (links on Discord in general, that's where I tend to announce stuff and talk with yall) so yeah. I suggest you check it out (link in bio, copy and paste into chrome).

For now, enjoy. Peace out and Deus Vult.*

"Is that... a TV?" asked Firefly, skeptic when it came to something that looked so normal yet felt so odd. Arcade machine, but it was just an old piece of equipment, a black and white TV, with an arcade joystick stuck into it; the red ball used for the grip just a stark reminder of a past era where games took that form. 

"Why was this TV... dumped on the side of the road?" she asked again, pretty confused about the entire situation. Mark sighed, staring at it with an unimpressed gaze. 

"It's the game itself, right, Sampo?" 

The man nodded, rubbing his palms eagerly, like a merchant ready to scam somebody with their wares. 

"Yes indeed, my good friend. This machine has a good sense of aesthetic, nothing like the techy junk you see around Punklorde." 

He looked over at Mark, grinning from ear to ear. 

"How about you try touching it and see what happens?" 

Mark didn't even bat an eye to the screen for a second time, reaching out for the screen without fear. Everyone looked at him eagerly, waiting for something to happen. Firefly knew that something was fishy with the piece of machinery, while Stelle simply wanted to witness what trouble Mark would get himself into. 

Blinding, a flash of light, which was gone as quick as it appeared. Behind, what appeared was the tiny figure that had been staring at them from within the television, a tiny creature with a pair of dark sunglasses, a tiny suit, and a cool hat that Mark sort of liked. 

"Is that... Mark?" asked Stelle, looking down at him. Sampo was laughing his eyes out, while Firefly was worried too. 

"Why did you turn into this... thing?" 

Mark knew what had to be done, considering how the game itself had worked. Instead of trying to talk, he simply let out an extremely cool grunt. It was really cool. 

Firefly smiled at him, crouching down with Stelle. 

"You look so... cool." 

Stelle chuckled, reaching out to try and touch him. She touched the hat, tilting it over his eyes so he wouldn't see. Mark grunted again, instantly entering battle mode. Tiny as he was, he jumped and spun at the same time, his tiny leg reaching out for the coolest kick Penacony itself had ever seen. Stelle barely managed to pull her hand away on time, lest he'd hit it. 

"Woah, easy there, tough guy," she chuckled, tempted to go for it again. Firefly was all a smile, enjoying the scene that played out before her. 

"Looks like you finally got swag, pal. You got sucked into the TV and swapped bodies with Hanu. Let me check something," said Sampo, reaching out for the good old cartridge. "There it is. The game is titled 'Hanu's Adventure' and, according to the plot synopsis, you've been shrunken down by one of Stone's devices. You will embark on an epic adventure to rescue Dreamville with your miniature body." 

Mark nodded, letting out a serious grunt to show his determination. Truth be told, it was fun, and the tiny body felt a lot lighter than his own. Without awaiting further instructions, in his classical 'I know the future' manner, he stepped through the tiny entrance to begin his adventure. 

Mark walked through it and found himself in a different place, with a weird voice talking, Boss Stone. The path was blocked by objects that, for a tiny being like Hanu in that moment, passing would be impossible, requiring one to change to their human form. Not for Mark, no. He had power inside. A meager 10% that the tiny body could handle was enough to reach a level of strength comparable to an average human. 

"Hm, interesting. The 10% would give me power around that of a soldier in peak shape. However, in this form, I get power equivalent to my normal human self before training and all that. If the power scales with the base, then... let's just say I'm in for a fun time." 

Like a miniature force of nature, Mark broke through the barriers that obstructed his path. Boss Stone sounded a bit scared, if not desperate to try and stop him. A cool grunt left his mouth as he kept pacing forward, undisturbed. Without too much bother, he found the treasure that Stone had stolen and made sure to take it back with him. After opening the chest, he found himself at the exit, ready to leave. 

Outside, the three were waiting for him, watching intently as his tiny frame appeared in view. 

"Hmph," he grunted, sounding as nonchalantly as possible. 

He touched the television, turning himself back to normal. 

"Phew, I'm finally back. Here, Sampo," chuckled Mark as he twirled a pair of handcuffs around his index finger, a donut with a bite mark in it used for one of the metal rings. 

"Look at that, you did great! This is the proverbial moment of freedom! You've earned it. Now that we have everything we need, we just need to go into a dream. Come on, just follow me, and you'll experience the real fun." 

Mark nodded, but deep down he was skeptical. The wall between himself and the memories was thinning, allowing him to try and reach out to it with less pain for the cost. It gave him less time to act, but at the very least, it gave him time to peek into the future—or at least the version of the future that he knew. 

Still, the group walked together, chuckling and joking together, with both Mark and Stelle bullying Sampo a little—maybe a little more if you count Stelle's attempts at actually smacking him with the bat—while Firefly both laughed and tried to stop the violence. Still, their destination came into view, and Mark stared at the big eyeball that gazed back at him. 

"Welcome to Dreamscape Sales Store! Dr. Edward at your service." 

The eye turned towards Stelle, who waved at it. 

"Oh, Trailblazer of the Astral Express, here we are again! Haha, I see you've brought three friends with you. They look like fun people." 

Sampo spoke with a laidback tone, his usual antics up in the air. 

"Hello, Edward! I'd like for my friends to try something... fun, if you know what I mean." 

Mark crossed his arms, listening to the conversation go on, with them wishing to use Sampo's dream for the dream bubble. With the right technology, they could turn any dream into something to be experienced repeatedly. He simply took a step back without realizing as images of the ferocious anomaly within his mind took over, clouding his mind. Shadows lingered in his gaze, the lights around him seeming to flicker, casting longer patches of darkness that stretched his way from all angles. 

Something touched his shoulder, his body jerking that way, his punch set in motion, only to freeze at the sight of... nothing. No one was there. 

"Are you alright, friend?" asked Sampo, noticing that something was off about him. 

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just reflexes kicking in thanks to some random shoulder itch," he sighed, reaching over to try and scratch the place despite no feeling whatsoever. 

"Well, if you say so, I'll take your word for it," replied the man, focusing on the dream once more. Stelle was ready to dive right into it, while Mark snatched away a piece of the future before it could happen. The dream was a bit weird, but nothing too out of the ordinary for that world. Despite all that, the tiny buzz in the back of his mind didn't let up. Something about that battle scene was seen somewhere in the future by him, relating in one way or another to something that had importance to Penacony. 

Mark focused on the dream, and just as expected, it was all trashcans walking outside. He laughed out, pinching the bridge of his nose as he shook his head, just like seeing an inside joke only he could understand. 

The dream went on, and just when Stelle was about to face off against the giant version of Sampo, Firefly called out, somewhat frustrated. 

"What kind of nonsense is this?" 

The dream came to a halt, and Stelle rejoined the world of the living—well, the dreaming living. 

"What a bummer," said Sampo, disappointed. "I was truly looking forward to how Stelle was going to overthrow the Garbage King..." 

Stelle puffed up her chest, her hands resting on her hips with pride. 

"I would have finished him off in one punch," she boasted, lifting her chin up a bit. 

"What a huge pity," said Sampo, looking at Firefly, "such a meaningful dream came to an abrupt halt because of Miss Firefly." 

She shied away, feeling bad about what she'd done. She bowed her head, staring at the ground. Mark wasted no time and punched Sampo from the head down, smacking him into the ground. There was no pain in the dreamworld, so it was more about sending a message. 

"Oops, my punch slipped," said Mark, whistling as he pretended to look around. He shot Firefly a tiny smile, silently comforting her. 

"So what if that stupid dream was stopped? It's just a dream, after all. We're living one. Endings don't matter, because they're not predetermined when you can make choices yourself." 

Sampo got up, brushing himself. 

"You pack quite the punch now, dear friend. I didn't expect it." 

Sampo looked at them all, speaking on about what he wished to say. 

"I wanted to see the moment when the truth dawned upon her." 

Stelle raised a brow, crossing her arms. 

"What truth?" 

Sampo sighed and shook his head, taking a touch more seriousness in his speech. 

"Don't you want to find out the truth behind the dream? Don't let all the pretty scenery in the dream world distract you from your goal. As soon as you get complacent, you'll lose sight of the truth." 

His right arm waved slowly through the air, pointing to the world around. 

"Don't you think this dream bubble looks really similar to modern-day Penacony? A small stage is crowded with a bunch of scheming people. None of them want to be exposed under the spotlight, so they all push you to the front." 

Mark spoke up, catching on quickly to what Sampo was hinting at. 

"Don't worry, 'old friend'," he said, putting a strong emphasis on the word friend, showing that he wasn't as careless as thought by the one behind the mask. "I'm quite sure I know what's happening to a good degree. And don't worry, we're willingly on the scene. After all, someone has to steal the show so that even the scheming people will lose focus, leaving themselves open to other disasters." 

Sampo smirked, liking what Mark was saying. 

"Well, then I suppose you already have a decent clue about your missing friend back there." 

He pointed to where Firefly had been, but Mark didn't even turn around. He simply scoffed, grinning slightly. 

"I'm much aware of many things, alright? I know that only a fool would be up to no good." 

With that, he walked away, and Sampo waved. Both conveyed enough of what they wanted. 

"What's wrong, Mark? Is Firefly hiding something?" 

He looked at Stelle and let out a heavy sigh, one charged with the internal turmoil of struggling to grasp at both memories that were piled up, damaging his mind bit by bit as he kept grasping at them from all sides, and the active struggle of piecing together what he has. 

"It's all odd the more you think of it, Stelle. You need to be extremely careful. We're not on a simple vacation here, that much you should know too. Himeko made it pretty clear with that decoded message. Strange things are going on here, Stelle..." he sighed, his breath catching as another touch stung him, this time in the side. His eyes darted around, catching sight of a mere shadow that turned a corner, a trick of the light... 

"Stranger than even I had expected..." he muttered, the words lost to him too. 

Stelle took a deep breath, annoyed by the mysterious nature of what he yapped about. 

"Mark, I hate how you have these moments where you don't call things by name. Just how much are you hiding?" 

He shrugged, looking at her with understanding. 

"Stelle, knowledge is power, but it also puts one at risk. One wrong move, and you throw things into disarray. The less people know, the better. It's the same thing Elio did with Kafka on the Xianzhou." 

A silent breath entered his lungs, his eyes darting around quickly. 

"He willingly fed her just enough information so that nothing extra would be leaked. Less variables to keep in check means more control over the situation. So is the deal here, with the entire group of schemers. We have the IPC, the Garden of Recollection, the Family itself, and even the Galaxy Rangers present here. Everyone will try to gain the upper hand somehow, so be wary, especially of that blonde gambler, Aventurine. He's your worst enemy, because he's keen on pulling your tongue to get what words he wants out of you." 

Mark's gaze softened as Firefly appeared into view, a touch of something akin to sadness and protectiveness flaring in him. Stelle didn't even know what to say anymore. It felt like he knew everyone, as if he understood the deepest parts of people that they themselves were unaware of. 

"Mark, you're just... too much to handle sometimes. I'll try my best," she said, smiling a little as Firefly got closer the more they stepped. 

It was just the three of them next to a ledge, silence accompanying them. The girl turned around after a few moments, speaking softly. 

"I'm sorry." 

Mark sighed, patting her head. It was his go-to gesture most of the time, embarrassing as it was for some. 

"Don't be. I can understand withdrawing some things from us. Just know that we wish to help you, alright? We're not the enemy, nor do we want to harm you." 

His touch lingered some more, feeling her soft hair beneath his touch. Just how gentle could she be? Like a tiny flower hidden away from the world, tender and unknown. 

"Thank you... I guess you know that... there are things I'm hiding from you." 

He nodded, pulling his hand away, letting it rest at his side. Stelle smiled a bit, the sad expression on Firefly's face unbearable. 

"Don't worry. Just as Mark said, we understand." 

She nodded, speaking shyly with regret. 

"I'm not a local, and there's a reason why the Bloodhound Family is after me... I also have my own purpose for joining you on your journey... but still, I appreciate your help. I mean it from the bottom of my heart." 

She clutched her arms together, looking at them both with a dazzling spark in her eyes. 

"And my admiration for the Nameless is also genuine. You guys have been to a lot of worlds, met people from all walks of life, and experienced all sorts of things. Every day is a new beginning for you guys..." 

The excitement in her voice was palpable, yet Mark felt a hint of sadness creeping up on him. Her words were wonderful, but his view of things was lacking, a stark contrast. 

He did see it as something beautiful, but the mental hell he's been in since the start placed too much of a toll on him. How could he even explain the shadows that passed him, mocking him, waiting at the corner of his eyes, only to dance along his vision whenever he tried to catch them? His sanity was slipping away bit by bit, and he could only watch as something far more sinister wished to come to light. 

"You can board the Astral Express too," said Stelle, beaming a gentle smile her way. 

Firefly smiled at the idea, gasping softly. She smiled and spoke again, this time more relaxed. 

"Can I bring you to one more place? It isn't another tourist attraction—it's my own secret base. I'll do my best to tell you everything I know when we get there." 

Mark smiled, clapping his palms together. 

"Alright! We ride at dawn!" 

He neighed, mimicking a horse a touch too well as he pretended to genuinely ride, shooting a pose for the two of them. They both began laughing as his antics, and he felt proud of himself for bringing a smile to their faces. 


Bab 63: Heart Breaker

*author went ahead n slept... again... but here I am with a new chapter for you all :))

Hope you'll like it. Peace out and Deus vult*

The trio prepared to leave, their steps hesitant in their own regard. Stelle seemed carefree, while Firefly held on to a tinge of anxiety that weighed down in her heart. It was something heavy, despite the reassurance gotten from both the others. Mark, however, did his best to keep up appearances, just as he usually did. Sometimes it would all become too much even for him to hide, while other times, like the current moment, he had no choice but to force it hidden. The shadows kept following him around, which made his steps hesitant. 

Stelle looked forward, saying nothing, just looking at something, and Mark knew what that something was. Surprisingly, it appeared to him too, the tiny clock person being none other than Penacony's mascot, Clockie. 

"Someone's dying! Please come here!" 

Mark looked over and nodded, unphased. He had seen shadows lurk between worlds, horrors beyond his comprehension, so facing a tiny clock that asked for help was no issue. 

"Sure, let's go. Lead the way," said Mark, nonchalant in his approach. Stelle looked at him, while Firefly was confused. 

"Wait... Can you... see me?" asked Clockie, just as confused as Firefly. 

"Is there a problem?" came Firefly's somewhat shy question. She didn't know what they were facing, and Mark quickly recalled some details in exchange for stinging pain. It was the most recent information he had in his mind, which said that people who were young at heart could see him. Still, trying to pry out more presented him with a mountainous headache. 

"I can see... a clock with limbs..." said Stelle, her voice just as confused. Mark scoffed and shook his head. 

"Come on, we've got no time to waste. Just follow the clock. Yes, we can see you." 

Clockie was over the moon, smiling as his cartoonish hands rested on his hips. 

"Wonderful! There's still hope for Misha." he beamed, thinking for a few moments. "Oops, I haven't introduced myself. My name is Clockie. I'm a famous ce-" 

Mark cut it off, the urgent nature of the situation being more important. 

"Clockie, just lead us to Misha. You said he's in trouble. We gotta find him, and we gotta do it soon if things are as urgent as you say." 

Clockie snapped back to the reality within the dream, the clock hands on his face snapping at attention as his eyes widened. 

"Misha! Let's go!" 

Firefly was just as confused, yet Stelle seemed to have accepted the situation a bit, even if she was still skeptical. 

"Mark, you're not just playing along with this to pull a prank on me and Firefly, right?" 

He shook his head, following after Clockie. 

"Course not. How was I supposed to know that we both see the same thing? Let's just go. We have time for explanations." 

Mark walked ahead, his steps taking on a sharper edge, as if he were ready for anything to happen. He knew, of course, what to expect since the encounter was both literally and figuratively around the corner, so his mind was able to snatch what it owned and had been taken away. 

"Everyone, please calm down," said Misha, the shy boy's attempt at calming the group of suit-dressed individuals that surrounded them proving futile. 

The group cheered on a single guy with a pair of sunglasses and slick gray hair, calling him boss. 

"You broke the rules, and now you have to pay the price," he said, cheered on by those around him. Mark spotted Acheron there, who was fed up with their bullshit. 

"How did it come to this?" she muttered more to herself. 

Mark stepped closer, looking over to the group. As he got closer, the man turned around, looking all smug, trying to act tough. 

"Mind your own business, lad! I have to let that lady there know she's messed with the wrong person!" 

Mark glanced at Acheron, who met his gaze. He was trying so hard not to burst out laughing. Those idiots were seriously picking up a fight with Acheron, of all people, a Galaxy Ranger. Mark shook his head, smiling her way. He gave his palm a twirl, asking with the motion how she got into that mess. She shrugged, simply staring at him. The 'boss', as he was called by his fellows, stared at Mark with annoyance in his eyes. 

"I'm talking to you, lad! Back off before you get into trouble too!" 

Mark looked at him and scoffed. With one swift motion, his hand was already on the man's shoulder, holding him firmly in place. 

"Well, how about you 'forget' about this little incident? After all, I'm sure they didn't do anything too bad. Right?" 

Mark stared at him with a purely artificial smile, his eyes speaking a completely different story. From behind, Stelle used the Clockworks ability, something Clockie had managed to bestow upon her—an ability that controlled emotions. The man suddenly seemed all too happy, grinning from ear to ear. Mark let go, his expression relaxed. 

"Good. That's what I was thinking too. How about you let this lady go, and you go around to spread some positivity to people?" 

The boss nodded, being all too happy to comply. 

"Yes, we shall! Come on, gang! It's time to show people what a beautiful place Penacony is!" 

The whole gang walked away, and Mark chuckled to himself as his eyes darted towards Stelle. 

"Guess you got some 'emotional' power there, right?" 

She sighed, crossing her arms. 

"I'm tempted to try and use it on you, just to see what happens." 

Mark's eyes beamed. He hadn't thought of it. 

"Give it a shot. I need to see something." 

She nodded, finding his eagerness a bit concerning. It was a quick attempt, but it didn't seem to work. 

"Weird... it doesn't seem to work on you." 

Mark sighed, unsure of why that was, but he didn't bother too much with it. 

"Well, let's focus on our friends here, then." 

Misha bowed a bit, his right arm crossed over his chest in a polite gesture. 

"We meet again. Thank you all for your help," he said calmly. 

"Nice to see you again, Misha. Acheron too. It's a surprise that we've met so soon," said Mark, smiling a bit. 

Clockie looked over to Misha, speaking in that goofy tone of voice one would find in cartoons. 

"Misha, are you acquainted with these friends of mine?" 

"They're esteemed guests whom I've befriended recently. I told you about them before. Does it ring a bell?" 

Clockie's hands pointed at Mark and Stelle. 

"Oh, it's them!" 

Mark chuckled, shaking his head slightly. Acheron's gaze scrutinized them all, focusing on Firefly for a moment longer. Meanwhile, she did the same, taking in Acheron's appearance. It was a short encounter, something that was birthed and died out at the same time, yet a swift trace of tension lingered in the air. 

The bellboy turned to them again, smiling in his soft manner. 

"Anyway, thanks a lot. If you hadn't gotten here in time, I would have been in a real mess." 

Mark chuckled, waving a dismissive hand. 

"No worries, you had Acheron here. I'm sure she wouldn't have simply watched the scene unfold." 

She let out a soft scoff, smiling just a tiny bit as she crossed her arms. 

"Thank you. I'm surprised we get to see each other so soon, Stelle, Mark." 

She looked at him with something odd in her eye—that same familiarity between them seeming to have grown more since they split. 

"It's a surprise for us too," said Stelle, offering a tiny smile. Mark's words about the different factions weren't forgotten, but seeing as he was so carefree with Acheron, she decided to place her trust in her. 

"About all the commotion just now," Acheron began, speaking in her usual tone. "I heard a bunch of Masked Fools were causing a ruckus on the streets. I happened to be passing through, got stopped for questioning, and there were some... misunderstandings along the way. Anyway, I owe you another one." 

Mark sighed, shaking his head slowly. 

"No worries, it's fine. Just... damned Masked Fools..." 

Firefly looked at Stelle, asking softly. 

"Is this lady your friend too?" 

Acheron smiled a bit, her calm demeanor unwavering. 

"Well, we've only met each other once before. They're both kind souls." 

Acheron looked at Firefly, speaking with a tinge more life in her tone. 

"It's my pleasure to meet you, beautiful lady." 

Firefly almost shied away, her face red. 

"Beautiful lady," she repeated, her words close to a whisper. Mark smiled a little at the scene. 

Acheron's attention snapped over to Stelle, her voice back to normal. 

"By the way, what did you do to that man earlier? It's like someone took him on an emotional rollercoaster." 

Firefly turned to Stelle too, and Mark did the same, just for appearances. 

"I was wondering about that too... What happened back there, exactly?" 

Mark simply waited, the explanation known to him, but he kept playing it stupid. 

"Clockie taught me some Clockwork. It's something that can change someone's emotions." 

Acheron raised a brow. 

"Clockie?" she asked, confused. Misha watched from the side, his curious eyes following everything, absorbing the words like a sponge. Mark smiled a bit, feeling something bitter stir within him, accompanied by a headache. 

"Yes," said Firefly, eager. "That cartoon character. I think he's shown up in reality—I mean, in the Dreamscape. I'm not sure how a cartoon character could show up around here." 

Stelle nodded, shrugging. 

"I have no clue either, but that's what happened. It said that only honest people with a childlike innocence can see him." 

Acheron scoffed, uncrossing her arms, the motion a bit stiff. 

"It seems like I'm too old to qualify for that." 

Mark chuckled to himself, trying to not let it slip, but he wanted to fuck around and find out. 

"Well, with how you tend to get lost, granny Acheron, it seems like age caught up to you." 

Mark chuckled some more, grinning from ear to ear. She glared at him, scoffing louder this time. 

"I'll make sure to keep that comment in mind for another time. Just you wait." 

Despite the feigned anger, the corners of her lips were curling up slightly, giving way to an innocent smile. His heart melted at the sight, the image reminding him why choosing between Himeko and Acheron was a difficult thing. He nearly found himself drawn in to her—that specific thread that tied them together stronger with each passing minute. Whatever it was that held that resemblance of familiarity was strong. 

She looked down to the side, to where Clockie was, but she didn't look at him, more like through him. 

"I feel the presence of something inexplicable next to you, but it's a shame that I can't communicate with it like you can. The three of us can perceive these extraordinary things in the dream, probably due to our ability to react to memoria. But you're more attuned to it than I am." 

She looked at them both, focusing a little more on Mark. 

"I thought your heightened perception was caused by something that elegant Memokeeper might have left in your mind. Now, it seems to me there are many more special beings like her in this dream." 

Acheron's words sent Mark straight to the dance, but something about the way she was talking to both him AND Stelle made his neurons spark. It was a subtle hint of something, which resonated with Mark's mind. Weird, but it existed there—the feeling that things were far more complicated than they seemed. 

"The beautiful Memokeeper... who is she?" asked Stelle, and Mark nearly choked on air next to her. Acheron smiled, deciding that it might be time to get back at Mark for the tiny 'granny' comment from earlier. It had come sooner than expected. 

"Well, shortly after Mark left with me, we found ourselves in the ballroom. There, we were approached by a beautiful Memokeeper, who asked for a dance. The three of us shared a rather intense moment there, dancing. Also, Mark," 

She smirked a bit at him, running a hand along her forehead to fix her hair. 

"You still owe me a dance. We didn't get to share one back then, just a few brief moves." 

Mark, who was silently cussing the hell out of both her and him, blushed a little, faking a cough as he looked away. Stelle's eyes widened a bit. 

"So that's why March and Himeko couldn't find you..." 

He gulped, feeling the urge to just run away and never come back. 

"Ahem, anyway, moving on..." 

He looked at Acheron, the mention of a dance taking a different turn. 

"A dance, huh? What for and when?" 

Their gazes clashed, seeking to devour one another, one's internal void deeper than the other's. 

"Just a dance, for me to..." she stopped, both their eyes darting for a fugitive shadow that ran across the side of his vision. Mark noticed the movement from Acheron, and his heart stopped. "...test your moves. We'll both know of it, since I'm sure we'll meet again in here. That's when we can share it." 

Stelle looked at him, her gaze berating him wordlessly. She knew that Mark showed a tendency to be a bit unlike himself around Himeko and that he may or may not feel something for her, but nothing was official, and she had no clue if she even felt something for Mark. So, with a simple shrug, Stelle looked away. 

"He's a big boy; he can handle himself just fine." 

Acheron, feeling a touch of satisfaction at having gotten back at Mark, returns to the topic at hand. 

"Black Swan, that's her name." 

Mark nodded, glad that the conversation ended. Still, out of pure fear, he checked his phone. The message he sent was left on seen. His eyes dropped, and he could feel a pang of fear strike in him. 

"I'm cooked, chat..." he mumbled to himself, putting the phone away. 

"Well then, I shall leave you to your outing. And Mark," she said, staring at him with teasing and seriousness blended in her eyes. "Don't go breaking the hearts of the ladies, alright? You have to make a choice." 

His face lit up a bit, while Firefly was red. Stelle rolled her eyes, unimpressed. 

"Damn you, Galaxy Ranger..." muttered Mark, grinning slightly. He shook his head, watching as she walked away. 

"Well, back to business. Let's get going. Oh, and Misha," spoke Mark, looking at the boy. "If someone tries to cause trouble, send for us, alright?" 

He gave the boy a light pat on his shoulder, which felt just as strange as the first for the young one. He nodded, smiling. 

"Thank you for your help, and have fun." 

The trio once again departed, and Firefly chuckled softly. 

"You two better not get distracted by invisible beings again." 

"Can't promise anything," replied Mark, forcing his eyes to not drift after the shadow that danced in his peripheral vision. 


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