(A/N: For those not following me on tumblr, I've decided to change Marko's place of origin. Marko is now from Mexico instead of Spain, and is of Aztec and European Spanish descent. I used to do a lot of researching/reading on Mesoamericain civilizations, life and cultures, so I'm a bit more prepared for Marko this way.

You can find a further explaination of Marko's Balunu Hithuta powers on my tumblr, username weirdponytail and post titled Huntik: Team Florida– Marko gets a revamp.

For timeline, this is when Ket is about 19-20 and Marko is around 29-30ish.

Cheers mates!)

Marko (Zen)

"Dude."

Marko cocked his head at Ket's approach. He had felt her wandering around the area for nearly an hour, each step of her bare feet on the forest floor blooming warm puddles of recognition and curling tendrils of her peculiar chaotic harmony with the Woven Zone.

"First off, so not fair using that Aura Mask. Second, nice job practicing your stupid Aura Mask. Third," The Mucu seer dramatically threw herself over the fallen oak that shielded her Yanqualeno counterpart from the shards of sunlight beating down through the small clearing, thick bark digging into her bare stomach and ribs. "How the fuck are you so zen right now? It's like…a hundred and eight degrees out. I'm dyin' here, man! Cor went and melted! T-Boy can't keep his form for more than five minutes! You're unnatural!"

Marko smiled gently, eyes still closed. "I am the Timucuan embodiment of the human sense of physical balance and spiritual harmony." He cracked open one dark eye to observe his teammate in obvious amusement. "Yet you still can't accept that my 'being zen' is a part of my Balunu Hithuta power?"

"My money is still on copious amounts of pot. I know you have a stash somewhere." Ket reached out and poked Marko's rich caramel shoulder, trying to push him over. True to his ability, he stayed firm and perfectly balanced in his lotus position. "Come onnnn. Shaaaare."

"Ketten, you have never smoked. You've sworn you never will."

The Seer screwed up her face at the use of her full name and tipped forward to tumble from where she lay draped over the oak. She landed heavily on her back next to the elder Balunu Hithuta, bits of leaf and dirt sticking to her sweaty skin. There was a certain temperature that heralded the whole Florida team forgoing shirts in favor of sports bras and bare skin. It was just too damn hot out.

"Urgh, yeah. I know. But if I didn't have any morals or ethics think about the money we could make." Ket grinned one of her wildly toothy grins and stretched her arms up in a vain attempt to trail her fingers across the unreachable canopy above. "Too bad I'm a fucking saint."

Marko closed his eyes again, the smile tugging at his lips. "Be careful with that phrase, Ketten."

"Mister Marko, I have perfect vocal grammar." Ket threw a twig at her companion before rolling up into a sitting position. After taking a moment to examine and then copy Marko's lotus form, Ket squared her shoulders. "Alright, Zen master. Let's get this meditation thing over with."

The Yanqualeno shaman straightened his back and folded his hands into the Ajna Mudra, feeling the sudden surge of Ket's harmonic energy within the Zone as she did the same. Her Sight was growing steadily with each session, stretching further and further into the world.

"Take a deep breath…"