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Marcus (marcus_cole) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

Marcus was comforted, in a way, to know that Giselle was as mystified by the circumstance of their temporally-divergent memories as he was, though he did find it more than mildly distressing to see her discomfort with the thought of the matter. She seemed so pure and innocent, Marcus found he wanted to protect her from any source of sadness or hurt, much as he would a child; which wasn't to say that he didn't respect her independent adult nature.

Following the pink-dressed lady into the lobby of the main building, Marcus looked about and took in the décor of the place, which seemed to match the generally medieval look of the outside areas. He immediately noticed the very large and ornate desk that dominated the room, before Giselle excitedly pointed it out, and took the key and book that waited there for him. They were not particularly fancy, but he was sure they did their job just fine.

"It seems I have been put in room 102. What about you?" Marcus' composure rippled at Giselle's next question. "The girl with the funny-coloured hair? Um, no. No, I'm afraid not. Her name was--is--Tonks."

Marcus looked at Giselle with a melancholy expression. Her question, and his polite personal compulsion to answer it honestly had stirred the emotions he felt at being torn from his lover, emotions he had put aside for the moment, to be brought out later, when he was in his room, alone. He tuned back in to what Giselle was saying in just enought time to get the gist of it.

"Oh, I see! Well, that's handy. There was something like that back on Mirage, too. Do you remember?"