Marian of Knighton (_night_watchman) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-03-27 23:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, !plot, {lady marian |
Characters: Marian
When: Afternoonish?
Location: By the stream not far from the path Logan cut, but conveniently beneath a tree!
Warnings/Rating: weirdness? It depends on who answers I guess.
Summary: Marian dreams of Randall Flagg the dark man.
Status: OPEN! Plot! Ongoing! Or Narrative?
It was nice feeling the sun on her face, feeling it warm her bare limbs. The markdown sun dress she had purchased in New York had definitely been a good buy. It made it far to easy to drift off to sleep. Her dagger at her fingertips. ~~~~~~~* It seemed almost as soon as she had dozed off something stirred her. Marian pushed herself up to sit. Her hand ran over her face as she forced herself to dispel the dozy feeling. After a few rapid blinks she glanced around for what had woke her. Her fingers searching for the daggers hilt as she did. Only she couldn't find it. Gaze shifting to where she has left it, it was gone. She ran her fingers through the grass, as if that would produce the weapon. When an unknown voice rang in her ears. "Come on, Marian, you don't need that." He said. "Even if it was there." Her eyes moved to the man in the middle of the stream. Brows knitted. She didn't know that man. How did he know her name? "You're dreaming sweet thing. And I just... know things" Okay now that was just eerie. "It would be nice if you didn't answer questions out of my head." Peter could do the same thing, couldn't he? But he didn't. Marian jumped to her feet when the man's face changed to Peter's. "Oh I don't know, if he was tempted he probably would." Marian snarled at him. "Peter wouldn't he's a polite, sweet boy." Though he was't really a boy, now was he? Not that that point was important. "What do you want?" She asked as the man's face changed back. "Oh I want you, darlin'. See my main squeeze just had a terrible accident. And you seem to have a lot of influence over a few people from that train over there." He nodded in the general direction of the parked train. "I have no interest in being your replacement 'main squeeze'." Marian answered with a good bit of bite. How dare he? "Oh, I dare. I'd make it worth your while." He changed his face to Robin's. His voice was different too, not quite Robin's but close. "I'd give you everything you could ever dream of." With a wave of his hand Locksley appeared on the other side of the water. With another wave of his hand her stomach began to swell. With a gasp she placed her hand over the mound that was her growing stomach. A look of horror crossed her face. Before her gaze moved to the false Robin. "What? You don't like that idea? What if I was wearing this face?" With a snap of his fingers he was wearing Logan's face, and was his stature. A slow smirk crossed the new faces mouth. "I've got a million of 'em." He promised in Logan's timbre. This only served to piss her off. "I'll say it again. I have no interest in you, or anything you can give me. No matter who's face you wear." Marian crossed her arms over her chest. "Wrong answer." With a clap of his hands bodies surrounded her. Bodies of people she cared about. Her father, her mother (a face she could only barely remember), Robin, Much, Djaq, Little John, Will, Guy, and Allan A Dale on one side. On the other people she had met, and everyone she had come to care about from the train. As his face melted from Logan's to a more grotesque twisted face. That of a demon. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She woke with a loud gasp. This time her hand did find the dagger. With the agility earned from a lot of training, and nights as the Night Watchman, she sprang up, from her back to her feet with one leap. She held the blade, ready to defend herself, as her gaze darted around the area. (*~~~ signifies start and stop of the dream.) |