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Tweak says, "Vive la France!"

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
2009-04-02 12:10 am UTC (link)

Marcus followed Giselle down the hall and into the dining room. Goblins scurried this way and that, carrying food or on errands. They were odd creatures, not too tall, ugly, but not ugly enough to be memorable. Marcus supposed they were Jareth's "golems", doing his bidding and enforcing his will. Well, they seemed harmless enough, though there were an awful lot of them. One of them might not be able to pick a man up, as a Mirage golem could, but Marcus didn't want to find out what would happen if they swarmed him.

Sitting on the wooden bench at the wooden table, Marcus smelled the aroma of stewed and roasted meats and vegetables, and possibly fresh-baked bread. It was a change from the delicious-but-anonymous scent of Mirage's dining hall, and it made his stomach rumble. For a moment he stared at his menu uncomprehending, before he realized this was an a la carte restaurant, but the carte wasn't infinite in scope.

He read the menu. It felt odd, but it came back to him easily enough. After all, five months wasn't enough time to unlearn all of the habits of his former spacefaring life. "It smells great, and there are loads of things on the menu that sound simply delicious. Have you ever had roast pheasant? When I was a boy, I didn't even know what a pheasant was. I've certainly never eaten one."

Marcus gazed up from the menu to regard the woman across from him. Dressed as she was, the Ranger found it difficult to imagine she had not been served all of her life. Her rosy regalia appeared better suited for a fancy-dress ball than a goblin-run public house such as this. Nevertheless, Giselle smiled as if this were the most wonderful place in the world.

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