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Tweak says, "My lovely horse...."

Marcus (marcus_cole) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-02-03 20:45:00

Entry tags:

complete, day 31, faith lehane, marcus cole

WHO: Marcus & Faith
WHAT: A chance meeting
WHEN: Day 31
WHERE: Down by the dock
STATUS: Complete
RATING: PG-13 for Faith?

Marcus had to admit, he was finding this new forest lake setting of the resort very relaxing. Though it often surprised Earthers, there were not that many heavily forested planets in the galaxy, and he himself had not visited most of them. Perhaps it was his British ancestry, but he felt somehow energized by the current surroundings. He knew, of course, that beyond the mountains that encircled their picturesque oasis there was an inhospitable desert as far as the eye could see, but he tried not to think about that. The air was clear, it wasn't too hot, and the activities on offer almost made one consider staying, if one only had a choice.

This day, Marcus had taken time to wander down to the dock that extended out into the lake from the bottom of the lawn that ran down to the shore from the lodge. Many other people appeared to be off on activities, including his dear friend Tonks. It seemed as good a time as any to relax by the water. He could see several people swimming, and it looked like a boating party was just breaking up. Maybe he would see someone he knew.

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marcus_cole
2009-02-10 11:56 pm UTC (link)

Marcus found that, despite the vividness of his memory, he couldn't help but be convinced by Faith's sincerity. The testosterone flowing through his veins could attest to the fact that she was not short on animal magnetism, and he could easily believe that she did not have to fight for lovers. It was becoming more and more clear to him that the woman that had attacked him must have been incredibly similar-looking to but different from the woman in front of him. Well, either that or it was the same woman only she had been somehow enchanted and had since lost her memory, but that seemed a little too far-fetched.

"Madam, I am truly sorry. I have accused you of a horrible act. Can you ever forgive me?"

Marcus was truly sincere himself. He might only have eyes for Tonks, but he would never forgive himself if he felt he had been remiss in his honourable treatment of anyone he had wronged.

"Please, if there is any way I can make it up to you..."

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dark_slayer
2009-02-11 12:04 am UTC (link)

She'd been thinking just as he had, but about something very different. Okay, so she had a bit of trouble focusing on one thing sometimes. "For real, though, no accent." She looked at him and suddenly grinned at him. Obviously, moods for her were not all that stable. "You do, Limey."

But then she was pulled back from her musings by his apology, and truth be told, she was more eager than usual to accept it. Maybe normally she would have just kicked his ass, but when she really thought about it, how often did someone actually end up apologizing to her? Homeless, basically friendless, she wasn't exactly the sort who usually got, or even deserved, apologies.

"Yeah well..." She was slightly uncomfortable now, and crossed her arms over her chest again. Not in the same way as she had when she was angry, now it was much more of a defensive posture. "It's alright, geez, don't wet yourself, seriously..." She muttered the words, trying to put off his apology. It wasn't something she was that used to.

The slender woman held onto her own elbows, creating a sort of defensive space between herself and Marcus. Of course, there was a physical distance there, too, but it wasn't enough. Or it didn't feel that way. "It's all good, for real. No harm no foul." She smirked at him slightly. "Does that mean I get no more dirty looks at snowball fights? Bummer."

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marcus_cole
2009-02-14 03:16 am UTC (link)

Marcus noted Faith's stance. With her arms crossed, she appeared to be covering herself up, despite her scanty garb. It seemed a clear sign that she wanted some distance. Now, was that because she found the idea that she had assaulted him distasteful or did she really find his offer obsequious, as she had said. Either way, it was evident to the Ranger that she was not eager for his companionship. That was fine. They had already said what needed to be said. A few pleasantries, then, and he would be off.

"Well, I daresay I could give you a dirty look if you asked nicely--In my previous life I was a sort of interstellar police officer, so I've had some practice--but no, I won't be giving them to you behind your back for my own satisfaction."

Despite the banter, the young woman looked sincerely uncomfortable with the conversation. He supposed he ought to end it, and let her get to her swimming.

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dark_slayer
2009-02-14 03:22 am UTC (link)

"Okay, then." She flashed him a bit of a smirk. "I gotcha beat for dirty looks, though, I was the motherfucking Slayer, baby." She laughed, feeling more than a little uncomfortable now that she wasn't really mad anymore. She had to fight the urge to bit her lower lip, a nervous habit. "You never saw a dirty look until you saw a Slayer girl give one to a bloodsucker, for real."

Deliberately, she uncrossed her arms from across her chest and held her head back. She wasn't about to let her feelings be known, and hardly being a mind reader, she had no idea they already had been. She finally half-shrugged, gave a jaunty wave, and then an ironic little salute.

"Well, if we're done, I'll be getting the hell outta Dodge... if it's all the same to you. Keep it real." With that, she was off. That had been an odd little conversation, and all in all, she was glad it was over.

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