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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
2009-03-12 07:22 pm UTC (link)

Giselle lifted a slender shoulder in a shrug. It seemed that no one knew of the place called Andalasia. No one she had ever met had heard of it. She wasn't surprised, at all, but every time she felt a little twinge of disappointment. How she would love to meet someone who had heard of her home world. "Oh, well no one has." She shook her mane of red hair at his question and bounced on the balls of her feet. "No, the name is pretty, though. What about New York, have you heard of that place? Or Mirage, perhaps?" Those were all the places Giselle had been and she was hoping for some recognition, no matter how slight.

"Would you like for me to show you around? I have only been here one day, like most everyone else, but I did a bit of exploring. I am sure you have a room key and a journal waiting for you somewhere." She suddenly giggled and put her hand to her mouth. "Silly me, I suppose you're wondering just where you are, aren't you? Well, as far as I can tell the place doesn't really have a name. I've sort of just been calling it the City." She shrugged lightly and chattered on. "Anyway, when we first arrived there was a rather strange looking man and I almost couldn't tell if he was a man or a woman for a second, until he spoke of course. His hair was very ... big." She gestured above her own head with her hands. Apparently, the meaning of "big" was huge because Giselle had volume for days herself.

"As I was saying this strange man welcomed us here and said that we were here to stay. Like we are his prisoners, or something." At this, she actually frowned and it looked so very out of place on her normally cheery face. She shook her head and then smiled brightly. "But he did say that if we solve the labyrinth, we might be able to get home!" Giselle wasn't entirely sure where that was for her anymore, but she certainly didn't like feeling like someone's prisoner.

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marcus_cole
2009-03-13 12:45 am UTC (link)

Marcus found Giselle rather fun to talk to, and fun to watch, too. She had an irrepressible and irristible energy that came out in everything she did. The Ranger found himself smiling as he listened to her, but stopped in complete surprise when she mentioned the place he had just been torn from. Being the considerate man that he was, he politely waited for her to finish the rest of her explanations before responding.

"...Did you just ask if I've heard of Mirage? Have you been there? Are you telling me you're from there? I've just come from there. I lived there for five months! Oh, and yes, I have heard of New York, though I've never been to Earth."

Having gotten his incredulity and amazement out of the way, he felt it would also be impolite not to respond to her offer of guiding.

"I would love to accept your kind offer, my lady. You may have only been here for a day, but you seem to know quite a bit about the place already. If I am an 'invited' guest like yourself, then I am sure there is a room and a key and a journal waiting for me somewhere, too. Did this big-haired man offer his name, or any clues as to how to get started with the Labyrinth?"

Even though he had only just arrived, the Freedom Fighter in Marcus already chafed at the bonds of his new imprisonment, and his ears had immediately latched onto the bit about solving a labyrinth to get home.

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