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Marcus (marcus_cole) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-06-01 19:56:00

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arrival, complete, day 1, marcus cole, nymphadora tonks

Marcus's Arrival
Who: Marcus and Tonks
When: Day 1, Late Afternoon
What: Marcus arrives
Where: Out behind the stables
Rating: PG
Status: Completed

Marcus was deep in meditation when he felt the unfamiliar tug. Reassembling his waking consciousness as rapidly as he could, he spared a few mental moments to wonder what the cause of it was. As he flicked open his eyes, the tugging began to be accompanied by a startlingly loud whooshing sound, as if air and more were rushing away from him. Squinting against the intensely bright light, he attempted to unfold his crossed legs, only to discover that his cell had completely disappeared. His bed, side-table, walls, and wardrobe had all gone, to be replaced by a vortex of bright, energetic colour, swirling about him, to what purpose he had no idea.

Barely had he had time to react, however, when the lights and sounds came to a sudden stop and he found himself falling a short distance in a sunlit environment. His shock at being suddenly out-of-doors was nothing compared to his surprise at the scene that met his eyes when he landed with a thump on a hard, dusty ground. He was on a planet that appeared to be Earth. At least, the buildings matched historical Earth culture, and he could swear he saw horses. If it wasn't Earth it was definitely a human colony. Behind him, the ground rose in small, rolling hills, covered in long, dry grass, and the occasional pine tree. Before him stood a wooden structure that appeared to be a stable. Where was he, and how had he got there?

Standing up, he noticed someone standing beside him. Someone, or something. It was humanoid, but not really human. It said nothing, but gestured to him to follow it. He did so, hoping for some answers about where he was, and why. Was this creature typical of the race that inhabited this world? Had they taken over an abandoned human settlement, or perhaps invaded a human colony? Perhaps they were homophiles that emulated aspects of human culture. If that was the case, Marcus figured he would be in for a very interesting reception as a human himself.

The being, whatever it was, led him past the stables to a large lodge that was situated across a yard. It appeared to be a well-kept central building, perhaps a meeting hall or common living quarters for the settlers. Through an archway, his guide led Marcus to a central chamber, in the middle of which was a tablet with simple text in English. Obviously, this artifact had been left by the human builders of this place.

As he read the text, Marcus's demeanor shifted. Where before he'd felt confused but hopeful about his abduction, now things had taken a definitely sinister edge. While it was possible this message had been written long ago and meant for someone else, Marcus had a bad feeling about the fact that the being beside him had led him to this spot. As he turned to confront it, he noticed it was holding out a blinking device. As Marcus took the item and turned it over, examining its markings, the being turned, as if to lead him further.

"Hey, what's this all about? Who are you? Why have you brought me here?" He'd finally decided to attempt to speak with his guide, but it was to no avail. The creature did not pause at Marcus's words, and headed for an outbuilding across the courtyard from the tablet the Ranger had been led to first. Hoping for answers once he arrived at this next destination, Marcus was quiet once again. Eventually, they arrived at a door, numbered E105. Recognizing the number from the device he'd been given, Marcus put two and two together. "Oh, I see! This is my key! Very nice. Thank you. So I can come and go, can I? Well, that makes it seem less like a cell, doesn't it?" He looked around once more at the courtyard of the ranch. "And I must say, this does seem like one of the nicest prisons one could imagine." He turned to the guide. "Well, thank you for the orientation. I won't be needing anything else for the moment." He made a shooing motion. "That means you can go now. Thanks again." Giving up on talking to the automaton, he turned and opened his room with the key.

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tonks_please
2008-06-02 01:02 am UTC (link)

It had been a weird day for Tonks, and that was coming from someone who pretty much had odd days as the regular course of her job. At home, she was in the middle of a war against sinister, evil forces. Her friends and family were going to have to carry on without her, she'd realized somewhere during the course of her afternoon after Xena had left her to explore for herself, unless she found a way to get back to London.

Apparation hadn't worked the first time she'd tried it, and it had drained her far more than such a thing would have. Still, that hadn't stopped her from trying again, several times, in fact, as she'd looked around. All, of course, to no awail. It didn't matter where she was standing, the result was always the same. The sudden jolt of apparation, then a feeling of dizziness, lack of orientation, and she was right back where she had started. It was maddening. She had things to do back home. This place was lovely, but it was keeping her from her duties.

She had ended up back in the hallway that her room was just off of. She hadn't seen very many other people in her wanderings around the building, so she was surprised to hear a voice coming down the hallway. Unlike Xena, this was a warm, British accent, and though she couldn't make out what it was saying, she instinctively liked it.

Ever-friendly, the purple-haired witch set off to investigate. Her wand, she slipped out of her back pocket, but held at her side. She was ready, but not hostile. She was more intruiged than worried, but at the same time, it would never do to be overly careless. From down the hall, she saw a dark-haired, slender man insert his key into the door.

Before he could disappear inside and leave her alone with her failed apparation attempts, she spoke and walked closer, hoping that she wouldn't shock him, but missing human companionship. She was rarely alone this long, and apparently, this was to be her new neighbor, of sorts.

"Hullo, there. Nice jacket."

Her voice was cheerful, her smile wide and genuine, and she hoped that he wouldn't take this encounter as badly as she'd initially reacted to her own with the tall warrior woman.

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marcus_cole
2008-06-02 01:31 am UTC (link)

Marcus was surprised to hear another person's voice, and immediately turned to assess her, ready for anything. Much to his delight, the woman approaching him did not seem the least bit threatening. Dressed in an odd but practical historical outfit, she seemed every bit as human as he, and considerably more friendly than the first being he'd encountered in this place.

"Thanks. Nice, um, t-shirt, is it?" He read the front of her shirt with interest, hoping for a clue to her personality. "Weird Sisters? What's that, then?"

Despite his friendly tone, Marcus still knew nothing about the strange woman, and didn't let her get too close to him. He had rarely met anyone with purple hair (it couldn't be natural), and he had no idea whether her appearance was significant in this place. Besides, what was she doing here? Was she a native, or another prisoner like he was? If she was a prisoner, she must have been here awhile, because she certainly didn't seem as distressed as he was feeling.