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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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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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