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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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Jake never had the intention of telling the others about that horror in particular. No, never. He didn't want them to worry or start thinking that he was losing it.
"I would have remembered that too... I mean, when coming here--I didn't feel any different. No pain, nothing that felt like something was missing. Nothing has affected my memory all this time I've been--"
Jake swore he felt a chill down his spine. Everything else Marco said sent his mind reeling. It didn't sound like Marco was making all of this up, and how certain he was on seeing Jake around at the time. It was just getting hard to think and make sense on most of this. Jake had to stop and think about what made sense to him, while rubbing the back of his neck in frustration.
He thought of the few people other people from Earth, or at least what could be his Earth. Including Kida, the woman who disappeared without a trace a while back. The very first person he met since day one in coming through the Vanaheim gate.
"Okay", he started, just barely maintaining his cool. "I don't get all of what you're saying, but if this Crayak thing truly knocked me out and put me in this place, I don't see why he could bring three to four humans from different areas of Earth around here too, for example. Japan, England... There was one from somewhere in the 1920's. This woman who was from a very different civilization." Beat. "I don't think that person told me where she was from exactly, but--I have these concrete memories of a few I've met in person. And I can show you some of who I contacted on my journal device."
He shook his head. He had to crack a smile on the recent string of thoughts running along his brain. Because they all seemed so ridiculous. "If Crayak had the power to look inside my head and take stuff out he would know that the 1920's isn't my favorite history subject, and that I wouldn't know anyone from outside the States."
"And the dreams you've been having? I think they're just dreams, dude. Very weird, random dreams." Jake said this in his own amusement. "It's more like your subconscious telling a joke."