Dane Whitman (noirknight) wrote in marvel_united, @ 2009-04-24 10:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | black knight |
Who: Dane Whitman
NPCs: Sir Percy's squire, various lords, ladies and assorted other of King Aurthur's court
When: During this log [log is set April 21st, although thanks to some space / time displacment, Dane's in the 6th century].
Where: Camelot
What: Oh those crazy Whitman's and their out of body experiences. Dane and Sir Percy swap times, and places, and oh yes bodies. So while Sir Percy is now in the 21st century, Dane is back in the sixth.
Rating: PG
Notes: Oh the historical liberties I have taken. I also know nothing about jousting, except you know they use to do it to Queen music yo.
One second he was reaching out to move the skeleton, and, and than the next thing that he knew he was on the back of a horse, and he felt -- he felt stiff, and he couldn't move, and he couldn't really see, there was something on his head, and it was blocking his view and --
It was at that moment that a jousting lance smashed into Dane, and unseated him from his horse. He slammed into the ground, his head slammed into the back of the helm he wore, and all the air rushed out of his lungs. His ears where ringing, and stars danced across his vision (or what he could see outside of the slit in his helm). He decided that all things considered, he was just going to lay there for a while, and try and force some air back into his lungs. If someone was trying to kill him -- well they where doing a damn good job of it. He'd have listed himself as "mostly dead" at the moment if anyone had bothered to ask.
He heard voices, and than someone was helping him to his feet, and Dane managed to get his helm off his head, and looked around. He had no idea where he was. There where tents, people in some sort of Ren Faire dress and in front of him was some skinny looking kid, holding the reins of a large Clydesdale looking horse. The horse was outfitted with a rather large and studying looking saddle, and had was wearing colors that matched that of the doublet that the kid was wearing.
The colours -- well Dane recognized them all right. They where the same colours in his families crest. And speaking of crest ... the damn kid had the image of said crest on his jerkin.
The kid looked up at him and than asked; "Sir -- Sir Percy are you all right?"
Dane felt that sinking feeling that he had been feeling a lot since he joined up with MI:13.
All that he could say was: "Oh. Boy." And than "God damnit Wisdom!"