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Tweak says, "It goes SPLAT!"

Marcus (marcus_cole) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-03-08 22:04:00

Entry tags:

arrival, complete, day two, giselle, marcus cole

WHO: Marcus and OTA
WHAT: Marcus' arrival
WHEN: Day 2
WHERE: In the middle of a sword-fight
RATING: PG, I expect
STATUS: Complete

Marcus threw a stone at the lake in frustration. Life on Mirage had become a routine, and it was starting to get under his skin. Every week, a new resort; people came, people left; but never him. Why? Even the Planet's occasional shake-ups didn't faze him anymore. He had become convinced, after all his time there, that the Planet really wasn't terribly sentient after all. Its actions seemed more instinctive than deliberate, and it had never once tried to communicate with them. Marcus had begun trying more and more outrageous experiments to test the Planet's willingness to provide for its guests, and he never felt any consequences.

At least Tonks was still there with him, thank Valen. No matter what else the Planet did or did not throw at him, at least he had her.Getting to his feet, he hefted the one last flat rock he had to throw. Pulling his arm back, he was in the middle of his swing, when a great hole opened beneath his feet, and he was pulled through the dimensions.

When light returned, Marcus blinked, heard a clang as his rock hit something metal, and widened his eyes in surprise as a man in full-plate armour charged him, wielding a longsword. Well-trained, the Ranger reached into his pocket for his retracted Minbari fighting pike, and in one motion he had extended it and lifted it to block a sword-blow.

Where in Valen's name was he?

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keoughr
2009-03-23 08:09 pm UTC (link)

She stopped to look at him in wonder and surprise and looked at him equally carefully. Her gaze narrowed thoughtfully and a look of dawning recognition lit her entire face accompanied by a smile. "Oh my, yes! I did see you out and about once or twice, with that woman with the strange colored hair. No, we didn't meet, I would have remembered that." Her brow furrowed as he went on to explain that it had all taken place months ago. She shook her head. "But it was only a day or two ago that I saw you. I am certain of it." This was all rather disturbing. She didn't like the idea that so much time had passed between Marcus' memory of her and her memory of him. Something strange was going on and she could only hope that she hadn't been stuck in some strange wicked witch's idea of beauty sleep of which she had no recollection.

She beamed under his praise and compliments. She liked Marcus and regretted now that she never got to meet him when they were on Mirage together. She had a second chance at it now, though, and that was all that mattered. "Well, then. It's this way." She skipped lightly toward the largest of the cluster of buildings and pulled the door open. She held it for him and led him inside. There was a big desk in the lobby, much like there had been in Mirage and a key and journal lay atop it, waiting for Marcus to pick them up. Seeing as there was no one else in the lobby at the moment, she assumed they were his and pointed to them. "Those must be yours!"

She grinned and clasped her hands in front of her. "Where have you been put?" She stood on tiptoes to get a glance of the number etched on the key. She remembered something suddenly and dropped back down on her heels. "Did that woman with the funny colored hair come with you?" She had no knowledge of a relationship between the two. She had seen them wandering around Mirage together several times, but they always appeared to be exploring, searching for ways out. It was nothing but business with them. At least from a distance. What had transpired over the next several months was completely lost on Giselle.

She pointed to the journal. "That's magic. Everyone gets one, and you can read what anyone else writes in their own. You can speak with others that way, by replying to their entries, or if they reply to yours." She hoped that she was being helpful. She didn't like to feel like a burden although it was sometimes lost on her when others were put off by her personality.

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