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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
2009-03-09 11:23 pm UTC (link)

Giselle had decided that if she was going to keep being pushed and pulled into different worlds she might as well make the best of it. This meant that the horrid bedroom she'd been given had also been given a makeover. With the help of her animal friends, though she'd suspected most of them of being goblins, she'd managed to drape her room in gauzy pink fabrics, find flowers for vases here and there, and she'd even sewn a bedspread and some curtains. She still wasn't terribly fond of it, but it would do.

This morning when she'd risen from her bed, she'd felt refreshed, surprisingly enough, and she found that the closets and drawers here were as magical as they had been on Mirage. There was no need for her to sew her own dresses, the closet was full of them. She selected a pale pink one for today and slipped it on, pulling her hair only part way up and sliding her feet into a pair of matching pink ballet flats. Afterward, she'd skipped out of her room to find something to eat.

She followed her nose to a tent from which delicious smells were wafting. "Good Morning!" She quipped cheerfully to the man who stood behind the counter. She picked out an apple and a hot croissant with ham and cheese in the middle. She gave the man a smile, but when she turned around she couldn't remember what he looked like. She shrugged and continued on her way. Munching on her food, she wandered through the village, watching different demonstrations, listening to the music, clapping at shows.

Even if she didn't choose to be here, there was fun to be had. She sat down to watch a joust and when that finished she watched a sword fight in another part of the field. She was about to turn away, not sure that it was really her thing when a man suddenly popped out of thin air, right between the two men. She gasped and put a hand to her open mouth. "Oh no!" She cried and rushed to the fence that separated the spectators from the fighters. Her large blue eyes widened and she shook her head. "Get out of there! Oh, do hurry!"

She rushed around the perimeter of the fighting area and found a gate with a latch. She opened it and held it open for the man to rush out when he was able to get away. He didn't appear entirely defenseless, not with that strange stick. But he certainly wasn't in full battle armor the way the other two were. "Over here!" She cried out above the clanging of swords and clash of metal.

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marcus_cole
2009-03-10 10:42 pm UTC (link)

Marcus had just blocked the blow of the first swordsman, when he turned to find another running up behind him. Swinging his pike in such a way that he caught the second man in the gut, he decided to make his getaway while he had a chance. Trained as he was in Minbari martial arts, he wasn't reckless enough to assume he was a match for two armoured warriors. Dropping to the ground, he retracted his staff, and somersaulted out from between the feet of his opponents, standing and running once he was out of their reach.

Now that he had his first chance to look around, he saw that he was on a sort of fenced-off field, surrounded by cheering people. They were all wearing rather old-fashioned clothing. One of them in particular was waving enthusiastically to him and calling him over to her. She looked familiar, actually, so he decided to accept her offer. Looking back over his shoulder, Marcus saw that the sword-wielding combatants were standing with their helms off, watching him with an angry expression. At least they weren't chasing him.

Reaching the gate, Marcus rushed through it, to safety, he hoped. Stopping to catch his breath, he addressed the beautiful woman that had already proven herself to be predisposed to assist him.

"My eternal thanks, beautiful lady. I would surely have been sliced to ribbons had you not provided such a convenient avenue of escape. My name is Marcus Cole. Have we met before? You look rather familiar."

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