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@Wraithblade6

"it is a being of rage created with the explicit purpose of hunting us down. Would you think you could talk the cricket out of jumping or the eagle out of taking wing?" markus retorts evenly, adding the last bits with a playful chuckle as he stands on the very edge of the railing, it being a miracle as to how the knocking and swaying doesn't knock him off as he peers into the distance, adding with a light laugh "and besides, the wind'll clip your wings before you get within shouting distance"

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@thewizardguy

Black magic (at least from what i know from final fantasy games) is usually a reference to attack magic ranging from a basic fire ball to armageddon, though i'm guessing she's going for more of the lower middle ground.

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@supertinyking@Thewizardguy

markus's ears seem to perk up rather suddenly before he heads above deck, rapidly climbing up the crows nest to scan the horizon for the storm clouds betraying the arrival of the new spirit before shouting down at those gathered on deck "WE'RE UNDER ATTACK" and hopping down, hovering briefly above the planks of the deck before landing safely once his momentum was stopped before moving to the back of the ship to size up the Spirit that was approaching

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@supertinyking

Markus looks at it for a bit before grabbing some loose wood, and patching it up the old fashioned way before sanding the planks so that they blended with the wall around it

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@supertinyking

Markus crawls up onto deck shortly before the boat meets the waves, having been plastered to the front of the ship due to lack of willingness to risk destroying part of it in order to get on deck. Though, when his feet meet wood, he seems... unsettled... the experience of someone with such powers similar to his using them in such a wanton manner frustrating him, his mind wandering a bit as he steps below deck without a word.

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@thewizardguy

markus chuckles in response, seeming to be getting back into his jovial mood as he sucks in heaps of air, the cyclones being diverted by the suction into his mouth before he leans forward makes a spitting motion at saito, an orb of violently rotating winds striking his stomach, disspating as if on his command before exploding outward, the force being something akin to face tanking a strip of grenades. While he wasn't a normal human and i highly doubt the attack would kill him, it would hurt... LIKE A BITCH and most likely break his concentration at the very least if not knock him out on it's own very briefly before he'd pick himself up, markus teasing "you're not the only one that can summon a hurricane on someone's face" before letting out a definitely, monkey-like laugh

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@thewizardguy

"nice..." markus replies evenly as he wipes at his mouth and stands up, taking in a deep breath, the sound of a rather large vacuum being heard before he opens his mouth wide, no sound coming out, only a ripple spreading out from markus, dirt and plants being flung every which way, saito being caught with the brunt of the shock wave, it forcing him to block his face in order to avoid losing an eye his gait being forced back shortly before he feels a sharp pain, his head lifting as his teeth are forced to grind against each other before he's launched back, his breath knocked out of him as he tumbles a bit from the blow, the monkey man bouncing on the balls of his feet, letting out a small laugh before making a "come at me" gesture with his forward hand

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@thewizardguy

"i didn't walk into the garden... i was taking a nap over there, had a nightmare, and fell out of a peach tree in the gardens, dunno how, don't think you'll care either way" he replies evenly, pointing over next to a lake, his camping equipment still there before turning to the storm god and smiling, cracking his knuckles as he said "and tell the widow i'm sorry when you wake up"

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@thewizardguy

"Gods are meant to watch over the natural balance of things... something that is very much off here... what is the cause?" Markus asks evenly, ignoring the demi-gods impetus as he was in no mood to retort with his normal snark as he crosses his arms and peers at the country side, noting the lack of wild places and the abundant, industrial cities (for the time period) which seemed to be making up most of the land for as far as the eye could see, the needlessly oppulant palace where he'd just came sitting on it's mountain, perched like a lion upon a rock to survey all that lay before her.

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@thewizardguy

markus looks up, his hand placed on one of the mandibles of the guardians, stopping the house-sized creature in it's tracks before turning to it and saying "please... i do not wish to hurt you...", his tone more sad than angry at their approach before he gave it's head a gentle pat, saying a quiet "do not fret, i will leave this place, i can see i'm not wanted, and i do not wish to spark more destruction than has already been wrought" before letting go of it's mandibles as a lightning strike takes place, markus disappearing and rapidly ascending into the clouds to come face to face with the being that was attempting to wrestle control of the storms from nothing, markus having never unnaturally made a storm or squall since he'd begun his journies. He stares down the god of storms for this place, saying an even "you don't look well, old man" as the god would, indeed, look horribly aged and weakened, his lack of worshipers and subservience to someone not of godhood leaving him weakened over time, but that being said, his experience and status as god still left him at least a match for Markus, or mayhaps even be stronger in his current state, the rather tall monkey-man sitting down on a cloud, obviously intent on coming up for a chat rather than a fight. "What has happened here to cause such perversions of natural order?" Markus asks the elderly, beleaguered god with rage evident in his voice, not at the god himself, but at those that would warrant such needless destruction.