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Morty knows he shouldn't be screwing around with multidimensional shit. It's dangerous, it's impractical, it's blah blah blah. But it's a potential key to unlimited energy, how does nobody see that? He's built a dimensional siphon (it kind of looks like a cardboard box with a funnel and a TI-84 taped to it, but it damn well works), keyed in the dimensional coordinates to a random plane, and by God he's going to use it.
He flips the switch and waits for the energy bar to fill up.
It does! It fills up very rapidly. Then it explodes, along with the box. There's rather more smoke than there should be, and once the smoke clears someone is standing there.
"Oh my," Morty says faintly.
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...Mark would not give good odds for the survival of 'Powerhouse' in that situation. But now that he's been warned that that sort of thing might happen here, he at least thinks it's possible he might not kill them. And if he pays attention, anyone who's fast enough to attack him without warning is probably also fast enough to survive a reflexive counterattack.
All told, though, he'd really rather not test that theory.
All told, though, he'd really rather not test that theory.
"You don't give yourself enough credit," Louis notes. "But the amount of credit you should be giving yourself still isn't quite enough to let you roam around unsupervised. So, should you wish to wander the campus, you're going to need a guide-cum-bodyguard-cum-murdernanny. But the options are all fun and delightful people, so you shouldn't feel bad about it."
"Well, actually, there's only two available at the moment. First, Morbid, known to friends as Peter Hooke." An illusion of Peter appears. It is readily apparent why he codenamed himself "Morbid"; he has four arms, enormous bony spikes coming out of his joints and spine, chalk-pale skin, and a mouth constantly dripping red fluid that mimes hissing as it hits the ground. Despite all this, he manages to look blasé. "Completely unfazeable. A good friend; he's one of a very rare class of people whose minds I can't read, so I can actually play chess against him. I still win, though."
"There's also Ariel Kaltmann, or Stormhammer." Ariel pops up, bouncing smilily. "Very powerful. Very cheerful. Very good at taking things in her stride. Might wind up flirting with you, but mostly through violence, and she can take a hint."
The illusory pair high-fives, resulting in a shower of sparkles. Then they turn to Mark with vaguely shelter-puppy expressions. (Well, Ariel has a shelter-puppy expression. Peter's face is slightly ill-equipped for it, but he makes a valiant effort.)
"There's also Ariel Kaltmann, or Stormhammer." Ariel pops up, bouncing smilily. "Very powerful. Very cheerful. Very good at taking things in her stride. Might wind up flirting with you, but mostly through violence, and she can take a hint."
The illusory pair high-fives, resulting in a shower of sparkles. Then they turn to Mark with vaguely shelter-puppy expressions. (Well, Ariel has a shelter-puppy expression. Peter's face is slightly ill-equipped for it, but he makes a valiant effort.)
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...Mark kind of thinks they're both adorable!
But also: there is something intensely fucking familiar about Ariel. The hair, the face, the mannerisms, the name—? What the hell?
But also: there is something intensely fucking familiar about Ariel. The hair, the face, the mannerisms, the name—? What the hell?
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"Yeah. I don't have an explanation either."
And he's torn between wanting to meet her and wanting to stay far the fuck away. On the one hand, maybe he could figure out what the hell (and maybe she will react to him the same way Ari did); on the other hand, the thought of someone reacting to him the same way Ari did is mildly terrifying, and he hasn't got the first clue of how to approach her or whether he even should, and emotions are confusing and make him want to find a depressing crypt to hide in.
The attractive four-armed monstrosity is probably the less complicated option. He didn't come with a flirtation warning.
And he's torn between wanting to meet her and wanting to stay far the fuck away. On the one hand, maybe he could figure out what the hell (and maybe she will react to him the same way Ari did); on the other hand, the thought of someone reacting to him the same way Ari did is mildly terrifying, and he hasn't got the first clue of how to approach her or whether he even should, and emotions are confusing and make him want to find a depressing crypt to hide in.
The attractive four-armed monstrosity is probably the less complicated option. He didn't come with a flirtation warning.
"Do you mind my letting her know there's a half-demon male version of her in an alternate universe who beats the shit out of vampires? She'll definitely want to know. And probably have sex with him."
Ariel's puppy-dog eyes intensify.
Ariel's puppy-dog eyes intensify.
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"...you can tell her," sighs Mark. And if she wants to know how Louis knows that, Louis can provide as much of the surrounding context as she asks for, and Mark will just deal with whatever may result.
"I'll get right on that, then," says Louis. "But for the time being, I think Peter might work best. He's just upstairs; would you like me to call him down?"
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"Sure."
And all things considered, Mark would really prefer that Peter did not find out that Mark thinks he is cute.
And all things considered, Mark would really prefer that Peter did not find out that Mark thinks he is cute.
"Aw. No matchmaking? Must you deny an old horrormonster his lone pastime?"
A single tear trickles from each of the tankbeast's eyes. It's unclear how, given he's submerged in purified water, but tears do appear to trickle. Also, a tragic violin begins to play.
A single tear trickles from each of the tankbeast's eyes. It's unclear how, given he's submerged in purified water, but tears do appear to trickle. Also, a tragic violin begins to play.
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Well that's just fucking adorable.
"You said you can't read his mind," says Mark, "so I'm not going to assume you would be infallible at predicting his likely reaction."
"You said you can't read his mind," says Mark, "so I'm not going to assume you would be infallible at predicting his likely reaction."
"I mean, he wouldn't take one look at you and immediately start tossing you into bottomless emotional pits, but he'll like you just fine, and he's not averse to casual stuff. And given the givens, which I can assure you you won't mind, he's apparently quite good in bed. As long as the bed is sturdy enough not to get ripped apart, which is occasionally a concern. His current one's made of Kevlar, but frankly I'd recommend just standing to avoid the topic entirely."
Louis relates all this with his illusory puppet bearing a look of pious disinterest and a grin on every horrible fanged mouth. This really is his favorite hobby.
Louis relates all this with his illusory puppet bearing a look of pious disinterest and a grin on every horrible fanged mouth. This really is his favorite hobby.
After a moment, Peter lopes down the stairs. He looks roughly like the illusion, though in person he is, for some reason, wearing a baseball cap.
He opens his mouth, revealing far too many teeth, and speaks in a voice like a plague of locusts and a field of steel blades. "Y'ello."
He opens his mouth, revealing far too many teeth, and speaks in a voice like a plague of locusts and a field of steel blades. "Y'ello."
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"Hi," says Mark.
In-person Peter is even more attractive than the illusory version, it turns out.
In-person Peter is even more attractive than the illusory version, it turns out.
Peter crouches into what appears to be his standing position. "So, Fubar says, and I quote, 'There's a vampire from another universe who needs to be shown around and protected from killing or being killed by jackasses, and incidentally he thinks you're hot as hell.' I've known Louis for more of my life than I haven't, but his idea of tact takes me by surprise every time. This is the man who hears every secret of some of the most powerful human beings in the world, and his idea of 'subtle' is still playing Barry White over the PA whenever specific people are in the same room."
Louis sniffs. "It was Marvin Gaye, you philistine."
Peter rolls his eyes and holds out the longer of his right hands. "Peter. Nice to meet you."
Louis sniffs. "It was Marvin Gaye, you philistine."
Peter rolls his eyes and holds out the longer of his right hands. "Peter. Nice to meet you."
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Mark shakes Peter's hand. "Mark. Likewise. I might mind Louis's idea of tact more if he wasn't so fucking adorable about it."
"That, I can agree with. And to be fair, he was actually a bit better about the whole thing back when he wasn't living in a fishbowl."
Louis, now sporting a stylish fishbowl hat, nods sadly. "Captivity disagrees with me."
"So, you're a vampire from a parallel universe. Are there many vampires? Do you, you know..." He mimes a "grr, argh" sort of gesture.
Louis, now sporting a stylish fishbowl hat, nods sadly. "Captivity disagrees with me."
"So, you're a vampire from a parallel universe. Are there many vampires? Do you, you know..." He mimes a "grr, argh" sort of gesture.
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"I'm actually from two parallel universes," he says. "I picked up vampirism in between home and here. That universe is absolutely crawling with 'em, and they are mostly bloodthirsty assholes. I won't claim I don't thirst for blood, but I'm not inclined to kill anyone over it."