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paixaorpg2011-02-21 11:48 pm
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One Marco On The Rocks [Active]
Character(s): Marco, Jake, open
Content: Marco at the gates of Vanaheim, wary of Paixao
Setting: Vanaheim and maybe a little bit inside, we'll see
Time: Week 29, Dawnish
Warnings: Nada.
Marco rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, rolling over in his bed. Or, at least, what he thought was his bed. When his side encountered a rather sharp rock, Marco came awake all at once, his body tensing and everything coming back to him quickly.
He'd just returned from throwing chimpanzee dung at a bunch of Yeerk-Controllers, which'd caused him to have interesting and weird dreams. Morphing into a physically talking animal. Doing a little dance in amongst a forest of trees made of jewels. The Ellimist, all-powerful great Being, and also off his rocker, telling him to redeem an Animorph card for three hundred coupons. Though, looking up at a towering structure stuck between two large trees, he'd never seen anything this weird. Not even the Tinkertoy structures of the Iskoort's homeworld had structures this...huge.
Oh, and somebody was asking for his name. Wary, Marco rolled to his feet and took stock of the situation. Alone, none of the other Animorphs were anywhere to be seen, not even Ax. Which, considering Ax had been right beside him, and they'd both know if he'd moved...had the Ellimist made him play a game alone? Dreaming of the Ellimist...
Asking for his name again. If this was an Ellimist game, it wouldn't be wise to lie. Any moment now, time would freeze. Any moment now...
Asking for his name again. "Marco," Marco finally said. The guard handed him a tablet.
Opening it up, Marco saw a screen, and a keyboard. A computer, then? Strange. He could explore it later. Holding it under his hand, he looked into the gate. It was all very empty. Dream or Ellimist game...time to go.
Content: Marco at the gates of Vanaheim, wary of Paixao
Setting: Vanaheim and maybe a little bit inside, we'll see
Time: Week 29, Dawnish
Warnings: Nada.
Marco rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, rolling over in his bed. Or, at least, what he thought was his bed. When his side encountered a rather sharp rock, Marco came awake all at once, his body tensing and everything coming back to him quickly.
He'd just returned from throwing chimpanzee dung at a bunch of Yeerk-Controllers, which'd caused him to have interesting and weird dreams. Morphing into a physically talking animal. Doing a little dance in amongst a forest of trees made of jewels. The Ellimist, all-powerful great Being, and also off his rocker, telling him to redeem an Animorph card for three hundred coupons. Though, looking up at a towering structure stuck between two large trees, he'd never seen anything this weird. Not even the Tinkertoy structures of the Iskoort's homeworld had structures this...huge.
Oh, and somebody was asking for his name. Wary, Marco rolled to his feet and took stock of the situation. Alone, none of the other Animorphs were anywhere to be seen, not even Ax. Which, considering Ax had been right beside him, and they'd both know if he'd moved...had the Ellimist made him play a game alone? Dreaming of the Ellimist...
Asking for his name again. If this was an Ellimist game, it wouldn't be wise to lie. Any moment now, time would freeze. Any moment now...
Asking for his name again. "Marco," Marco finally said. The guard handed him a tablet.
Opening it up, Marco saw a screen, and a keyboard. A computer, then? Strange. He could explore it later. Holding it under his hand, he looked into the gate. It was all very empty. Dream or Ellimist game...time to go.
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Then he frowned for a brief second before it vanished into an easy smile.
Then he took a sniff of Jake.
"Weird," Marco said. "You don't smell like chimpanzee poop or slaughterhouse."
He lifted his sleeve and sniffed himself. "I still do. It's hard to get off."
All the more reasons it pointed to an Ellimist game rather than a dream.
He just wished this time he'd get to take a shower.
His eyes narrowed. "And who's 'they'? How long've you been here?"
Imposter? Controller? Drode?