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When Marco stumbled across the media library, he concluded that this had to be the best day so far on this freaky meatship.

Music. Massive screens. A giant, alien entertainment centre. And, most importantly - video games.

Marco was immediately drawn to the tall white box with the strange looking controllers. He snorted when he saw the name "Wii" (who though that was a good idea? The puns where almost too easy) but hey, this was clearly gaming of the future. Or gaming of a strange and bizarre alien race - it was hard to tell. Either way, it was cool, and Marco was so going to try it out.

He fished around for a vaguely interesting looking game, bypassing all the ones that looked boring (Wii Fit? Cricket? Imagine: Fashion Idol?! pfft), eventually settling on Escape from Bug Island.

Marco had been a bug before. Waaaaay too many times. Now he could squish them in safe video game fun.

But as Marco began to play, his good mood rapidly diminished. Who thought up this whole "swinging around the controller" thing? What the hell was going on with that animation?

"What the hell is with this?!" He yelled, as he tried to get the control to do what he wanted dammit. "This is nuts! GAMING OF THE FUTURE IS CRAP!"

[[ooc: For reference, this is the extraodinarily bad game Marco is playing.]]

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See, that was the good thing about morphing. When people see a talking gorilla, they don't instantly think "Hey, that must be Marco."

Well. They did now that everyone knew about the Animorphs. But since his world was gone now, that was moot.

Alas, Marco couldn't resist one small bit of cheek. "But screaming profanities is such fun."

Probably all the better for him. Not that Jack was in the habit of assaulting people for such small slights. But well, he didn't have to be nice to them.

Raiden was thankfully, out of the loop. Or else the entire experience would have gone south from the get-go.

He raised a brow again. "For a certain type of person, I suppose it could be."

"Well. If you don't mind then, I will go back to my crappy game and screaming profanities and you can...go back to jumping out at people from the ceiling or whatever it is you do again.

Marco made a vague 'off you go' gesture, then picked up the controller again.

A pause. No, he wasn't just going to let himself be dismissed like that. "Let me try." It was more a demand than a request. Setting down his helmet on a table, he held out a hand for the controller. He was going to show this boy how to play. Then maybe it would show him how ridiculous the screaming profanities was.

Marco rolled his eyes - couldn't this guy just get a hint and go away? - and stubbornly didn't move. "This is my craptastic game. Go find your own."

Raiden just stared at him for a long moment. Icy blue eyes staring as if he was trying to pierce him with that glare. And then his hand blurred and he moved inhumanly fast, reaching to grab the controller.

"Dude, seriously, you can go and find your own...hey!" Marco protested as he suddenly found himself without a controller.

The ninja smirked, holding the controller in his hands and taking a look at the movements on the screen, ignoring the boy for a moment. Well, that was movement. Alright, not too bad. That was attack. Okay. This didn't seem to difficult.

"I'm sure, it isn't quite that challenging." And with that he proceeded to begin the next level.

Marco scowled, irritated at having the controller taken away.

But really, at least Marco didn't have to play the game anymore. He really had been about to give up when Raiden came in. And hey, this guy couldn't complain when Marco decide to just "wander" off, could he? After all, he had just taken Marco's game.

He was contemplating whether he should just walk off or go all-out and morph fly behind his back when Raiden reached the next level.

And then there was a rather loud announcement of 'Game Over' from the screen. Glaring daggers at the game, he tried again. And within moments was dead again. WHy was he going left when he swung the controller toward the right.

Glaring when he died for the fourth time, he tried again. And finally, the sixth time he died - within moments of respawning - he threw the controller down and stomped it into little pieces wordlessly. He then proceeded to kick the remains violently at the poor console. "!@#$ing stupid thing."

Yeah Marco. He just pulled a do what I say, not what I do, on you.

...Okay, maybe Marco could stay a little longer to watch the entertainment.

"And here I thought you weren't really the type to just go and blow up the console. Look, you're already smashed the controller. You might as well get out some C4 and finish the job, now," Marco teased.

He glared at the boy again, if he was embarrassed, he covered it well.

"This game, was designed by a complete and utter moron." He shrugged. "You wouldn't happen to have any explosives handy would you?" Walking over to the Wii, he kicked it into the air. As it rose, his hand dropped to the hilt of his sword, faster than the eye could track. There was a 'schwing' a flash and the Wii fell to the floor in three separate pieces.

"That ought to do." Stupid thing.

Marco had to admit, there was a kind of...satisfaction to seeing the Wii sliced into pieces. If it weren't for the fact that he was pretty sure letting Armour Guy see him more would be a spectacularly bad idea, he'd be half tempted to morph rhino and stomp all over the thing.

"Well. You sure showed it."

The sword flashed back into it's sheathe at his back and he reached out to pick up his helmet again, kicking one of the pieces of the console away. Sure it was a childish impulse, but it wasn't as if the ship couldn't replace it easily.

He gave Marco a deadpan look and shrugged again. "At least we won't have to worry about it again."

Marco was so going to remember this incident, every time Raiden starts calling him an immature child.

He stared at the remains of the Wii. Then at right. "Ah-huh. That was fun. Let's not do it again."

Well really, sometimes when a thing frustrates you, you just have to get your satisfaction out of it in any way possible.

"Hn. You'd be alright if it weren't for your mouth, kid."

Okay, so maybe the guy wasn't as big a jerk as Marco had thought. But he was still a jerk. And he'd probably really hate Marco's guys for what he said down in the caverns.

Marco shrugged, and smirked at Raiden. "Dude, you just need, you know. An actual sense of humour. Seriously, it's like you wouldn't know a joke if it hit you on the head and started singing 'The Star-Spangled Banner'."

Raiden really wasn't a jerk. Not all that much of one anyway. Besides, if someone had lived his life and gotten out of it by just becoming a jerk? Well, they got off easy.

He ran a hand through his hair again, shrugging in turn. "There hasn't been much time for jokes in my line of work. Mouthing off can get you killed in the wrong situation."

Marco looked at Raiden, calculating. This guy wasn't like Marco, or the other Animorphs. They used humour as a way to lesson the stress.

Seems Raiden was what you got when you weren't able to lesson that stress.

But Marco wasn't really willing to go ahead and say that he joked during missions because that made them less scary. Or that thought-speak conveniently meant that none of their enemies could hear his jokes, anyway. "There are always time for jokes. And come on, who wants to spend all their time being boring and ultra-serious? That would just suck.