Till Death Do Us Part..

Artemis's eyes widened "you're sister?!"

Mark nodded, his eyes still on the ground and distant. "Yup. She's the Queen of Shades." He murmered. "But they are trying to find anyone who would know where the gate is and how to open it."

(sorry for the choppy responses DX)
Artemis remained quiet for a moment "and do you know?"

Mark's lips pursed for a moment. "I.." he trailed off and ran a hand through his hair. "I use..to gaurd...the gate.."

Her jaw dropped "it's a real place? no wonder they are after you!"

"Well of course it's real!" Mark looked at her exasperated. "I may have been around for a while, but I'm not senial." He grumbled and looked forward. "Apparently, everyone under the sun knows about it and wants to get their hands on it. Including Nellie and the searchers."

Artemis grumbled and spoke down at her feet "I didn't know about it." she looked up "why do they want it so bad?"

Mark ran a hand through his hair. He'd been around for a while alright. Since the fifties at least. "It's an amazing bargening chip. Whoever controls the gate, controls the searchers. Or at least, has more control over them than others."

Taylow wrote: He'd been around for a while alright. Since the fifties at least.

(what do you mean by this? *tilts head*)
Artemis swallowed hard, the information and the day's events becoming too much for her "splendid" she squeaked, the floor rushing forward to met her

((haha...he never said when he almost drowned...or what else happened besides becoming a mediator...he just said he had become one..muahaha *taylow loves twists*))

"Whoa!" Mark caught her and held her up. "Hey, hey. It's alright." he set her down on a couch and sat on the coffee table watching her, making sure to not touch her.

(hahahah, I thought that's what you meant, i wasn't sure. indeed, you do love twists)

Artemis's head swarm and she soon found herself on something soft.. oh.. a couch. she struggled to make her thoughts coherent as she blinked hard and looked around

Mark watched her carefully, running a hand through his hair, his face etched with concern

Artemis pushed herself up, suddenly furious at herself for her reaction. She blinked back the dark spots and met his gaze "who's controlling the gates now?"

Mark looked down and at his hands which were now folded, his forearms resting on his knees. "Max." He muttered.

Artemis was even more confused but fell silent. the old her might have kept asking questions but frankly- she just didnt have it in her to keep up conversation anymore

Mark looked up at her and sighed. "He's this old guy, real cool. Kicked me out and took my place after...uh somethings happened back in the seventies.." He shrugged and stood and walked over to the shelves, examining the books.

Artemis blinked trying to make his words make sense "seventies?"

Mark winced. Oops. "Uh..heh..ya." He didn't look back at her. "uh..you what happened was, the Bee Gees were holding a concert and the searchers came..in my opinion it's because they have a horrible taste in music...but uh one of the guys that was there getting high with me and some friends sorta told them the wear-abouts and we..almost...lost..the gate.."

"seventies?" Artemis repeated, confusion clear in her voice

Mark turned back and looked at her, obviously forcing a small grin to his face. "Did I mention I was born at the turn of the century?"

Artemis just stared at him "no" she squeaked "no, you didnt"

Mark tried to make it look like he was happy, though he was failing miserably at it. Instead he just looked more tired, more empty inside, and more in pain. "Oh, well I was born in August 21st of 1890." he muttered and turned back to the bookshelf, his shoulders having dropped considerabley.

Artemis- ... o.o

Mark passed out, falling to the ground, hitting his head on the coffee table

Artemis tried to catch him but was too slow and too weak. She dragged him over to the couch, giving him her spot as she scurried away, her eyes worried "mark?" she whispered