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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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Taking a step back as Jake decided to unload information central on him, Marco shook his head violently as it all rushed out in one stream of talk.
"Whoa, whoa there," he said. "Clearly, you've been without my..." he made a face, "...Moderating presence for far too long, Jake. I mean, I knew you were teetering on the edge, especially after the Iskoort world...kissing Cassie...but dude. Slow down a little. Take it easy. We've got all the time in the world. Maybe we're not in an Ellimist game, but this isn't our world, and time won't pass as fast. I hope. The Ellimist is like God, remember?" He laughed cynically. "If God existed. But the Ellimist'll pop in if his grand plan for us is being disrupted too much."
Marco huffed and promptly sat on the ground. "Siddown, Jake. Let's go through this a bit, okay? I don't know why the Ellimist never showed up for you, but he appeared in my dreams last night. Or at least, I think he did. I hope I never get to dreaming about the Ellimist just for fun."
Marco blinked. "You've found a way to check Controllers?" His eyes narrowed. "It'd be nice if we could meet up with this 'way'. Hang a little. Share stories of how to detect Controllers, go out and eliminate them just a little bit. Maybe painfully. As for these other guys...point me in the right direction, Jake, and I'll take them out like the Yeerks. They'll die just as easily with a gorilla fist to the head."
He sighed. "Going home is...I hope everyone else is doing alright without their loveable comic relief. Oh, and you, of course. But...Jake? I saw you this morning. So when did you miss the bus?"