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Marcus ([info]marcus_cole) wrote in [info]labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-03-08 22:04:00

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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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[info]marcus_cole
2009-03-18 02:24 am UTC (link)
Marcus listened to Giselle's recitation of those she had known in Mirage with growing wonder. He recognized most of the people she mentioned. All of them were people that had been on Mirage when he had first arrived, but had not been there for several months before he had left. It seemed to stretch the bounds of credulity, not to mention Occam's Razor, to assume that they had all, along with Legolas, been whisked off to a second resort, where they had met Giselle. Marcus took another look at the beautiful young lady. She did look awfully familiar. Now that he thought back to the people who had originally been around him on Mirage...

"I do remember you! You were there. We didn't meet, but I remember seeing you. But that was months ago! How could you have only been there yesterday?"

It was a mystery, and it was really going to bug him, but he didn't suppose it was actually as important as getting oriented in his new surroundings. A trip to the main building seemed the perfect place to start his new residency. Mystery or no, he was finding Giselle's company rather refreshing, and was glad to accept her offer of companionship.

"Well, my lady, even if these goblins are both ubiquitous and useful, I would rather get my answers from someone kind and well-mannered, like you. By which I mean to say 'I would love to have your accompaniment to the main building.'"

Enjoying the opportunity Giselle seemed to effortlessly and unknowingly offer him to play the gentleman, Marcus gave a slight bow to the rosy-garbed woman, and offered her his elbow. He meant it as a friendly and somewhat playful gesture, and hoped she did not find it too forward or read too much into it. Having only just been torn from the same dimension as the woman he loved, and facing the real possibility that they would never meet again, his mind had shut itself off from the pain of that fresh wound; however, it would be far from false to say that he was not quite ready to consider a new romantic companion.

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