I'm just a young guy with a passion for Pokemon and other video games. I could talk all day about things like history and astronomy. I'm wiling to meet new people on this site, but I might be a little bit hesitant at first. I'm a second year college student, so making time is something I have to deal with all the time, but I get by.
“We love you, Justin!”
“Marry me, Justin!”
“Oh, my gosh, will he just come onstage already?”
These were among the several cries from the crowd Markus had to put up with throughout the afternoon as the crowd in front of him grew.
“Kina?” Markus asked, turning to his ghostly companion.
“Yeah?” the Shuppet answered with a bright-eyed grin as she hovered over his shoulder.
“Why, of all things, did you sign us up for security duty at a concert like this?”
“Well, we’re kinda short on money, and I know you can get carried away with cooking, so I figured this was the better option of the two.”
Mark opened his mouth to retort, but he remained silent and let out a sigh. While he didn’t want to admit it outright, he knew she was right.
On another note, while he was expecting to hear some pre-packaged, self-aggrandizing pop sung by a self-important adolescent, what he didn’t anticipate was the sheer zealousness of his fans. He hadn’t even shown up to the concert yet, and so many girls, both teenaged and adult, were crowding the front row, reaching out and screaming whenever a holo-projection of Justin Bayleef appeared above the stage. The same went for several men in the crowd as well.
As time passed, the crowd grew larger, and the attendants grew more and more animated about the prospect of seeing their beloved pop-star. Excitement turned to anticipation. Anticipation turned to frustration. It wouldn’t be long before that frustration turned to action, Mark feared, as he looked down the line of other security guards flanking the front of the stage, who looked just as uneasy. However, something began to dawn on him.
“Wait for a second,” Mark said puzzledly as he checked his watch. “What time is this concert supposed to start again?”
“Seven, I think,” Kina said.
His watch read 7:45.
“Uh, I hope your estimate is early,” he added. “Or else the concert is long overdue to start.”
The smile faded from Kina’s face as her eyes widened in slight surprise. “...Oh.”
Thankfully, the escalating animation in the seemed to have plateaued, along with the size of the crowds. Tickets must have sold out, he figured. As he stood there in his black turtleneck and khaki cargo pants, he figured he might have a chance to go through the night without any sort of incident.
Then, as if on cue, one of the attendees removed his jacket to reveal a white T-shirt that read “Justin Baby-leef squeaks like a Rattata” and began whooping and booing the crowd. Almost as if by self-fulfilling prophecy, some of the attendees immediately near him began berating him, some going so far as to even lay their hands on him.
“Of course,” Markus sighed as he pushed his way through the crowd with Kina hovering overhead.
Upon reaching the small scuffle, Markus quickly pulled the one so-called “hater” and two of the “Bayleefers” aside, secured by Kina’s telekinetic grip of Psychic and handed them off to one of the official guards. Best to get the situation handled before it got out of hand, he figured.
As he returned to his post, he checked his watch again. It was now 8:15, and there was still no sign of the performer. Worse yet, the crowd showed little sign of mellowing out.
“Jeez, he’s still not here yet?” Kina signed.
“At this point, I’m not sure if the crowd will get better or worse,” Markus remarked.
Suddenly, he remembered something he had brought just in case it was needed. Reaching into his messenger bag, he pulled out a flat rubber beach ball. After spending a couple of minutes filling it with some air (thankfully without any further incident from the crowd), he tossed it above the heads of the people standing in front of him, who hit the beach ball around, back and forth and through the crowd. It seemed to serve its purpose of preoccupying the crowd, at least for the moment.
After a few minutes of the crowd being preoccupied with the beach ball, his watch vibrated with a message from the job’s client. As he read it, Kina drifted over his shoulder to read it as well.
“Just a heads-up: JB is still running late. When we asked him, he said ‘I don’t know, maybe another half-hour or so. I’m not that late, am I?’ Just try to keep the crowd in order. We’ll send a message out once we have a definitive time.”
“Are you kidding me?” the two said nearly in unison.
“And you asked why I can’t believe he has fans?” Mark asked sarcastically.
“I just don’t get why they don’t have someone to open for him at least,” Kina commented. “They at least have to have someone backstage to keep ‘em busy.”
Suddenly, a voice erupted from the front of the crowd. “Oh my god, he’s backstage?” the Bayleefer yelped, followed by a screech of joy as she jumped over the barricade and began to hoist herself onto the stage, followed by another.
“Oi! You lot!” Markus shouted, following them quickly and grabbing one by the arm before she could get a hand on the edge of the stage. As the other was pulling herself up, she began to glow a bright blue and levitated from the edge of the stage, caught in Kina’s psychic grip.
With begrudging grumbles and kicks from the two individuals, the pair quickly ushered them to official concert security. As the guards ushered them off, a string of curses could be heard from both of them as they attempted to break free. Mark, however, could only sigh as they made their way back to their previous spot.
“Two groups of rowdy concert guests and the concert hasn’t even started,” Kina sighed.
Mark responded with a cold stare into Kina’s eyes. “Next time you want to sign us up for something,” he said flatly, “ask me first.”
“Yeah.... Point taken,” Kina said sheepishly.
It was going to be a long night.
"Eleven people," Markus groaned as he made his way onto the light rail back to his apartment. "Eleven people tried to get on the stage."
"I never used Psychic that much before," Kina said, lying on Markus's lap as he sat down. "I feel like I’m gonna pass out."
Thanks to them and the other volunteers present, the concert (which started an hour and a half late and ended up being cut short due to technical difficulties) went more or less without any incidents getting out of hand.
“So you’re gonna take my advice then?” Mark asked.
The only response he got was a small snore from the Shuppet. She had fallen asleep right on his lap. With a smile, he put his hand on the back of her head and patted it softly. She earned the rest after all. While he was irked by the fact that she signed them up without him asking, he’d never get out if it wasn’t for her, and for that, he couldn’t help but feel thankful.
Name: Markus Jens-Reier
Birthday: June 28
Height: 6’1” / 184cm
smug - serious - logical - loyal - professional - relaxed
Markus may seem a rather smug at first, even uppity. However, he may also be lost in his thoughts occasionally, being a bit of a stargazer, and while he does seem a bit cold at first, get to know him, and he will warm up and be a loyal friend. However, cross him, and he will remember it. He often acts professional and tries to be organized when it comes to his work, but catch him at the right time, and you might find a more easy-going side of him.
happy childhood - strict upbringing - early independence - traumatic injury - studious lifestyle
Born to a well-off, fairly older couple, Markus lived much of his childhood with little troubles. His father, a retired Voyager, was a technician for machinery in the Garden, from whom he would learn about the facility itself and how it supposedly reflected life long ago, from before humans and Pokemon ventured out into space. This lead to a great deal of longing to help aid the cause of finding a new home as much as possible, and a determination to prove himself as capable. His parents were very strict with him, leading to a desire for him to eventually distance himself from him and forge his own path.
After moving out, using some skills he picked up on from his father, he managed to find several odd jobs in both repairs and computer database management. One day, however, as he was working on reconfiguring and repairing a low-level rail tube, he witnessed firsthand one thing he had not considered people would be wicked enough to do:
A renegade group of strays had rigged an explosive in a nearby panel, and by the time he could react to the explosion, a piece of shrapnel had ricocheted off the ceiling and embedded itself in his left eye socket, completely shredding his eye. Several other pieces of shrapnel pierced other parts of his body, but he managed to drag himself back and seek help before he would have bled out.
Since then, he has focused the majority of his time on his studies, reading into astrophysics to study the nature of stars and planetary and atmospheric sciences to learn the nature of planets. He continues earning how to run computer simulations of both solar systems and even life on asteroids. However, rather than be eager to collaborate, it may take some warming up to him to earn his trust to work with him. He’d prefer to show off what he has done.
Link to the registry: here
Kina is a bit mischievous and likes to push Mark's buttons occasionally, but she often does so to help him loosen up. More often than not, she is cheerful, outgoing, and eager to make friends. She's also very curious, almost to a fault, and sometimes gets herself into trouble.
Methods: Discord, Google Docs
Style: fiction style only
Status: Currently seeking. Message on Discord if interested.