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

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Entry tags: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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[info]marcus_cole
2008-06-04 10:47 pm UTC (link)
Despite her clumsiness, and the fact that magic was going to get some getting used to, Marcus found Tonks charmingly friendly, and was starting to enjoy their little mission. He found himself trusting her. After all, someone who chases down evil warlocks wasn't really so different from a Ranger, though she probably couldn't pilot a starship.

"It wants us to be happy, does it? I can't say that thought exactly reassures me."

Marcus followed Tonks to the central building of the Ranch. It was certainly large. He hadn't really noticed before. It appeared to have several floors and plenty of windows. It looked quite nice, actually.

"So you trust the food here? I'll admit to being a bit peckish myself, but I'm not sure I could eat anything this place offers me. Shouldn't we maybe head off into the brush and catch a rabbit or something?"

Marcus took a last look around the courtyard before he headed through the large wooden double doors into the foyer of the lodge.

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[info]tonks_please
2008-06-04 11:10 pm UTC (link)
As they wandered down the hallways of the place together, Tonks looked over at him as if she didn't exactly like that thought. It clearly hadn't occured to her before, but now all sorts of sinister reasons for why this place would want to keep them here came up in her mind.

"Thanks a lot for that little pep talk, Marcus. I think I'll go hide under a rock or something now."

She quickly regained her good humor as they approached the restaurant and kitchens. She hadn't eaten for several hours, and could do with a snack. She gave him an odd look as he mentioned catching rabbits.

"As tasty as that sounds, Marcus, I'll pass. Besides, if we're in a controlled environment, what makes you think that the rabbits here won't be as dangerous as the food?"

It seemed reasonable to her. She looked back and forth between the two doors.

"Alright, so the kitchen is for small snacks, the restaurant is for more big meals. I went there earlier and anything you want, they will make. It's awesome, kinda like the tables at Hogwarts, only with waiters and stuff."

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[info]marcus_cole
2008-06-04 11:32 pm UTC (link)
Marcus looked around the spacious dining room. It was rustically decorated, with wooden furniture and animal heads mounted on the walls. Nevertheless, it did have a certain style. A couple of other people were eating there, but he wasn't sure who he could trust. Were they other guests, prisoners like himself and Tonks, or were they undercover security agents, hired by whoever was running this place to spy on the detainees?

"Well, I suppose the rabbits might be toxic, but wouldn't that make it difficult for them to live, you know, hop about? Besides, how far can the influence of these people extend? I didn't notice any fences when I arrived, but I suppose they might be out there."

He had never heard of Hogwarts, so he didn't grasp the comparison, but he got the gist of what she was saying. Whoever had set this place up had stocked it with every kind of food imaginable. He wondered if they served Narn cuisine. It was rare you encountered it anywhere but in Narn restaurants.

"You ate here before? With no strange side effects?"

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[info]tonks_please
2008-06-04 11:39 pm UTC (link)
Tonks decided that the smells coming from the food of the other people eating was enough to convince her to stay and eat, and she flopped down at the nearest table, hanging her robe over the back of her chair. She looked up at him, wondering if he was going to join her.

"Yeah, well, I still don't like the idea of eating bunnies, thanks all the same."

She leaned back in her chair so it balanced on two legs, almost tumbling right over the back. Unconcerned with her near miss, she righted her chair.

"Yeah, I ate here before, I was good. I wonder what I should have this time? I think I want a hotdog and some fried chicken. And some fries. And a strawberry shake."

As she was detailing what she wanted to get, one of the servers disappeared into the back and then reappeared, fairly quickly, with everything she had ordered on a tray. The tray was set down, and the server turned to Marcus in an attitude of polite attention.

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[info]marcus_cole
2008-06-04 11:50 pm UTC (link)
He considered his situation. He didn't trust the food here, but unless he was about to leave the place in the next few minutes, he was going to have to get used to the idea of eating here. It wouldn't do to let himself starve to death. He would just have to be vigilant for deleterious side-effects. He occupied a seat at the same table as Tonks, and looked up at the extremely attentive waiter.

"Um, I'll have a plate of mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans, and ... a cob of maize with butter."

He watched as the waiter hurried away with his order. It should be an easy one to fill. He'd test the kitchen's stores later. Right now he was just hungry and wanted food that it was difficult to prepare badly. He looked at his companion's plate, astonished that her food had arrived so quickly.

"Now that is praeternatural. How did they know you were going to order that?"

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[info]tonks_please
2008-06-04 11:57 pm UTC (link)
Tonks politely waited until the waiter came back with her eating companions dinner before she tucked in to her food. It was just as amazing as the food had been at lunchtime. She ate very quickly, as she always did. She was used to eating on the job, and had learned some bad habits from that.

"Wow, your food is just as boring as your room."

Okay, so maybe she wasn't totally over the comment he had made about her own room. It was, however, a slightly catty thing for her to say, and she wasn't really proud of it.

"I dunno, magic? I think they didn't know what I would order, they can just make anything."

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[info]marcus_cole
2008-06-05 12:44 am UTC (link)
Marcus was stung by Tonks's comment, but felt it would be inappropriate to snipe back at her. He needed allies if he was to either escape or survive this place.

"I think this food is perfectly adequate. In fact, I prefer it to what you're eating." Hesitantly, at first, he took a bite of his dinner. Somewhat surprisingly, it was absolutely excellent. He found himself unable to not take the next bites.

"Well, I suppose it could be magic. I hadn't thought of that. Of course, it could also be a replicator. I've never seen one, but they've been theorized. A device that takes a mass of indeterminate matter and forms it into the elements and molecules that make up whatever you program it to. Perhaps they have a large reservoir of undefined guck that they can rapidly and easily transmute into hot dogs and chips, or beans and potatoes."

He ate as he spoke, impressed with the speed with which the witch consumed her food.

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[info]tonks_please
2008-06-05 12:50 am UTC (link)
Tonks was, in general, a nice, sweet-natured girl, so despite her comment on his room and food choice, and his slightly snippy reply back, she kept her mouth shut. It would be too easy to keep it going, to get into a fight, and she didn't want that. She wasn't really interested in fighting with anyone, let alone someone who was being so generally friendly with her.

"Ew, gunk? Do you really think so?"

She gave the piece of fried chicken that she was eating a dirty look and set it down. She'd eaten most of the food on her plate already, anyways. She pushed her plate away, suddenly not much interested in eating. She watched, instead, as he ate, enjoying the economy of motion he used.

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[info]marcus_cole
2008-06-05 01:07 am UTC (link)
Marcus was enjoying his dinner immensely, and was not bothered in the least by the possibility that his food had been a pile of goo mere minutes earlier.

"Well, it's not like it's goo anymore. It's just as much chicken as if it had lived, drew breath, laid eggs. Besides, how does magic do it? It can't create something out of nothing any more than science. It's a law of physics."

He finished his vegetables, and put his eating utensils down. He was eager to see whether they would have to do the washing up as a kind of payment for being prepared such a succulent meal. He looked around for restaurant attendants.

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[info]tonks_please
2008-06-05 01:11 am UTC (link)
Tonks took that comment as a bit of a challenge. She took out her wand and flicked it a couple of times for practice before giving him a bit of a superior look.

"I've never heard of your law, but I don't like it. Magic can so create something out of nothing. Watch!"

She flicked the wand more decisively this time.

"Avis!"

A flock of little pink birds flew of the the tip of her wand, fluttering around and chirping. Of course, they would be pink. She'd made them. She looked triumphantly at the dark-haired man and tucked her wand back away.

"See? Ready to go? I don't want any more gunk food."

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[info]marcus_cole
2008-06-05 01:18 am UTC (link)
Marcus was surprised by the appearance of the flock of birds, though no more surprised than the staff of the dining room. He ducked slightly as the birds flapped their way around the large space.

"Well, just because you haven't heard of it doesn't mean it doesn't apply. If it didn't, none of this would be possible. I mean, just think about what you just did. Those birds couldn't have been wholly created by you just then. Maybe they were formed out of air molecules, or summoned from the dimension of pink birds."

He had finished his food, and stood up from the table, not worrying about whether he was expected to clean his own dishes.

"Quite ready, thank you. Where shall we go next?"

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[info]tonks_please
2008-06-05 01:21 am UTC (link)
Tonks crossed her arms and glared at him, slightly irritated, but also a little amused by his determindly odd viewpoint. She tilted her head to the side, her eyes suddenly lighting up with mischievious amusement.

"Next thing I create out of nothing is going to be some freezing cold water, if you don't watch it."

She walked out of the restaurant, then remembered she'd forgotten her cloak. She turned around, intending to run back and fetch it, but promptly tripped over the trailing hem of Marcus' long black coat. It was very exciting, she went flying.

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[info]marcus_cole
2008-06-05 01:36 am UTC (link)
Marcus raised his eyes at the young witch's threat. He had no doubt she could do it. She had proven herself in better control of her magic spells than she was of her own balance. It seemed his discussion of physics disturbed her.

"I'm sorry, I won't mention it again - "

He was cut off by her sudden action. As she went flying, Marcus reached out and caught Tonks, pulling her towards him to prevent her from crashing to the floor.

"Whoop! Hold on. Nothing down there for you."

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[info]tonks_please
2008-06-05 01:40 am UTC (link)
The young witch looked up at her rescuer, a little surprised to find herself safe, and not on the ground. Most people had given up trying to stop her from falling, since more often than not, she ended up taking them out with her.

"Um, thanks Marcus."

She rested against him for a second, took a deep breath, and stepped away. That had been an interesting experience, to say the least. Letting the air out, she straightened herself and even managed to wink at him.

"That's why I use my wand. Accio cloak!"

Once she had it safely over her arm, she went through the door again, this time more carefully. She looked out a nearby window and frowned. It was completely dark outside.

"Oh, it's late! I had no idea we'd been here this long."

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[info]marcus_cole
2008-06-05 01:55 am UTC (link)
As he released the righted witch, Marcus looked out the window himself. Night had fallen definitively.

"Neither did I. Especially since the food came so quickly."

He considered their plan to explore the complex. Though there were surely advantages to sneaking around in the dark, he suspected they would be better employed in the service of an actual plan.

"Hmm. I'm not so sure this is the best time to have a good look around. Perhaps our excursion should be put off until morning."

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[info]tonks_please
2008-06-05 01:57 am UTC (link)
Considering that she tended to trip over anything and everything at the best of times, it was probably for the best that she not be traipsing around at night. She nodded her agreement.

"Yeah, it's late and I'm kind of tired. It's been a long day."

She turned towards the dormatories once more, deciding that the best thing she could do was go to sleep, and see if somehow things had magically changed by the morning. She spoke confidingly as she walked with him.

"Has it occured to you that this might be a dream? Maybe we'll wake up any second and this will all be gone, and we'll be back to our normal lives. Maybe, you don't even exist."

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[info]marcus_cole
2008-06-05 02:04 am UTC (link)
He was glad that she concurred with his judgement. He felt that he'd made a good ally in her, and didn't want to lose her to something that went bump in the night. As they headed back to their rooms, he felt decidedly comfortable in her company.

"I suppose that's possible. Perhaps we'll go to sleep here tonight and wake up back in our own beds. Maybe I don't exist, maybe you don't exist, maybe neither of us exists while we're here."

He looked up to see a large, pale moon in the sky, accompanied by many stars. The night air smelled fresh and warm, and the sound of crickets chirping complimented the crunch of sand and gravel under their soles.

"Do you think time back home is going on without us, or do you think perhaps time runs more quickly here and they haven't even noticed we're gone?"

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[info]tonks_please
2008-06-05 02:09 am UTC (link)
Luckily for her, the moon was bright, or she wouldn't have made it two steps without falling on her face. Still, there were a couple of close calls, and she was glad when they made it into the brightly lit dormatory building.

"Well, I know I exist, so if anyone is the dream here, it's just. Just so you know."

She flashed him an impish grin as they walked down the hallway towards their rooms together. Her robe, which she hadn't actually ended up needing, lay over her arm, and she fiddled with it idly as they walked.

"I don't know, though. I hope it's not going on. My friends need me. You see, there's a very important war going on right now. Muggles like you should be just as concerned... only..." She frowned. "I'm not sure how that works. If You Know Who wins, will you even know? I don't even know if we're from the same place, since you were born somewhere off Earth."

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[info]marcus_cole
2008-06-05 02:17 am UTC (link)
Marcus had spent enough time with her now that he was impressed when she crossed the yard without faceplanting.

"Cogito ergo sum, so touché."

He was impressed by her response to his speculative query about time in their respective homes. Apparently the two of them were more similar than he had realized at first.

"You know, there's a war shaping up where I'm from, too. In fact, our war may be even more important than yours. The person you're referring to may threaten things in Britain, but the forces we're preparing to fight are threatening the entire galaxy."

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[info]tonks_please
2008-06-05 02:22 am UTC (link)
She frowned, not familiar with the quote. The works of Descartes were not required reading for wizards and witches. Still, she had a basic sense of Latin from the charms she had to learn, and she could sort of puzzle out what he was saying.

"You think so you are? I guess. So, you mean to say that you must exist, because you think. I dunno, I don't usually have dreams where people say stuff like that, do you?"

She stopped in front of her door and turned to face him, fumbling in her pocket for her key. She narrowed her eyes.

"But he will not stop in my country, Marcus. His evil knows no bounds. Even death couldn't stop him forever. He'll take over the world, and who knows, maybe even the galaxy. Don't think it's not important, just because we don't have your spaceships and things like that."

The fate of her family and friends was weighing on her, and to hear him apparently trivialize the war they were facing back home made her determined to make him understand.

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[info]marcus_cole
2008-06-05 02:32 am UTC (link)
Marcus was impressed with her ability to wrestle with the apparently unfamiliar ideas of the rationalist philosopher.

"Yes. It's commonly believed that dreams can't contain any elements that you haven't already taken into your subconscious. Of course, there's always unscrupulous telepaths."

He heard the note of insistency in her voice, and felt for her convictions. It was nice, too, to hear her speak of spaceships as if she believed him that they exist.

"Tonks, you may be right. Maybe he will someday threaten more of the galaxy. Valen knows there will always be another threat to deal with, but the Shadows are threatening the entirety of it right now. I'm sorry, but they have to be my first priority." Stopped in front of his room, he turned and put a hand on her shoulder. "I know that's no comfort to your friends and family, but at least they have you."

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[info]tonks_please
2008-06-05 02:34 am UTC (link)
Tonks sighed and looked up at him, shaking her head. She spoke very softly.

"My friends don't have me, that's the entire point, and yours don't have you. Your spaceships and galaxy and Valen and Shadows have to wait just as much as the Death Eaters and He Who Must Not Be Named."

She shrugged off his hand on her shoulder and turned to leave him, to head off to her room. She had a lot of thinking to do about how to get back to her friends and family.

"Goodnight Marcus. Lovely to meet you."

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[info]marcus_cole
2008-06-05 02:41 am UTC (link)
Marcus considered her words respectfully. She was right, of course. There was every likelihood that time was going on as normal without him. It might even be going faster. For both of them, their first duty was to get back home. And for that, they were going to need some rest.

"Good night, Tonks. Lovely to meet you, too. I'll look for you tomorrow. Perhaps we can make some more progress together."

He gave his fellow prisoner a wave, and headed into his room.

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