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Tweak says, "Will you take me to the ball?"

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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marcus_cole
2009-03-25 10:49 pm UTC (link)

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?"

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