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Marcus ([info]marcus_cole) wrote in [info]mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-10-09 22:40:00

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Entry tags:alex drake, anakin skywalker, complete, day 17, kidnapping, marcus cole

WHO: Marcus, Anakin, Alex Drake; Hatter and victims once we all arrive at the ballroom.
WHAT: Rescuing Tonks, Emma, and Sidney
WHEN: Day 17
WHERE: Eventually in the ballroom
RATING: PG
STATUS: Complete


Marcus gripped his Minbari fighting pike tightly as he strode hurriedly through the resort. Somewhere in this place Tonks was a prisoner, and Marcus was willing to bet she wasn't happy about it. As he raced to find her, he wondered to himself why he was in such a hurry, since it always seemed as though her magic made her more capable than he. Something about the way she had screamed, though, had sunk deep into Marcus. He knew that she would not have screamed that way if she had had any confidence in her own ability to repel her attackers.

That morning, the Ranger had been meditating on a bluff overlooking the resort. In the early light the ruddy earth had smelled good, and his mind had been quite clear when the shriek of his abducted friend had come up to him on the morning breeze. His calm state shattered, Marcus had leapt to his feet and raced down through the vineyard. The voice had sounded like it was coming from the vicinity of the dorms, so he ran there first. Finding no trace of either the witch or a struggle, he had wracked his brain attempting to deduce whither she might have been taken. Not coming up with anything obvious, he had realized that all his guesses came to the same end. He couldn't figure out where she was unless he figured out who had taken her. Since he had had no clues to the solution of either mystery, Marcus had decided the only thing to do was to search the entire resort. If nothing else, he was likely to find both Tonks and her abductor in the same place.

So it was that the Ranger found himself rushing about madly, desperately opening doors and crossing rooms. He considered it unlikely that the kidnapper's hideout would be in the wilderness beyond the resort's environs; therefore, the first place to look was in the resort buildings themselves. He had already been to the dining hall and the pool with no luck.



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[info]bolly_knickers
2008-11-05 03:57 pm UTC (link)
"A witch?" she repeated, her voice going a little higher than normal at the question. So, she was on a different planet, the idea of a witch shouldn't have surprised her all that much, but considering she was still deluded by believing she was stuck inside her own psyche, the idea of a witch was rather alarming. At least the majority of her thoughts had been within the realm of reality up until now. Still, a mission was a mission, and the witch part could wait until later.

"Okay, half an hour isn't too long, at least. I'd say we have a good chance of finding her safe if we move quickly," she said, nodding along with Anakin's suggestion that time was of the essence. "We can walk and talk," she agreed. "Oh, I'm armed, thankyou," she explained, reaching to produce her gun - luckily she'd come from the 1980's where the use of firearms within the police force wasn't so strictly controlled - it had pretty much been the first thing Gene had authorised her for, being of a more old-fashioned mind... but she was grateful, now.

"Right, let's fire up the Quattro," she suggested with a smile, before remembering that no one had a clue what she was talking about. Still, if they were imaginary constructs it didn't really matter. "Sorry, never mind. Let's go," she added with a laugh.

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