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Sykes frowned as he muttered under his breath. "Not much, just maybe nearly dying in a crash and being trapped in permafrost from centuries while i was recovering from damage on vital brain areas." The mysterious ranger muttered under his breath, his fists still tense. His eyes kept themselves locked on the Reaper at all times, even when the fool decided to discuss some things with the King. Money, power, Glory... what did it all mattered?

[i]If only they knew...[/i]

He didn't, however spare a second heartbeat when Reaper jested marriage. "Rest assured, people don't marry crazy." He said to his acquaintance. He scowled visiblely when the repugnant creature wished to speak with Reaper in private. Maybe it was an old experiment? He could not be sure. He felt vexed. Betrayed. And angry. But he stood his hand, and allowed them to play their games.

Was there something else? Oh right, the fool. He was speaking to him, still awaiting an answer. Ravadon, was his name? 

"I am Lord Nobody of Whogivesaf*ck. Bow before me."  He answered, shaking his head, when something caught his attention.

[i]That Mark...[/i] His visage contorted as he bit his lip so hard that he drew blood. He took heavy steps, heading not long after the Reaper and the mutant had left.

He kicked the door open, his eyes glaring with the fury of thousands of years in the making, and he moved fast, closing the gap before the two could react. His face was red, and his neck tense, hallmarks of rage. Out of nowhere his hand shot up and seized the one known as Reaper by the neck.

[b]"Permafrost. Five f*cking centuries. Brain damage. And when I come to my senses, I see you're consorting with mutants, listening to petty kings, and squandering our [i]gifts[/i] liberally."[/b] He boomed. [b]"Tell me why I shouldn't strip you of your power and rank and send you back to the Court like the [i]traitor[/i] you are."[/b]