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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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Also, he had to admit that a portion of what he said made sense. Every now and then, Marco would speculate on another angle Jake wouldn't even begin to guess at. It's from there that Jake would start to follow through on, the gears in his mind turning round and round.
"I don't know. Maybe, in some really bizarre way, the Ellimist could have some part with Paixao... We don't know enough about him, but I feel that he's not going to be making an appearance. I could be wrong, but I guess we'll see about that."
His averted gaze met Marco's as his friend seemed to be distracted. Something clicked in mind, a memory from what had happened to Tobias. Didn't he give back to the power to morph to him? But he tinkered in a way that didn't leave anyone happy. Tobias could only turn back to his human form for only two hours at a time.
With this irritating reminiscence in mind, Jake added, "Some part of him must enjoy messing with others. The Ellimist may have helped Tobias before, but not exactly in the way our friend would want it to be."
Taking his time, he began to explain the logical from all the illogical. Breaking that down would be best. "As for knowing what there is to know about this world... There are a lot of things in Paixao that exist on our planet." Jake pointed to Marco's journal device. "Like that thing for instance. There are places such as a cafe, places where you can ride trains, a hospital, hotels, and a pawn shop. The locals look a lot like humans, but they have little to no distinguishing personalities. The higher class dressed like medieval royalty are snobs, while the lower class entertainers are decent.
The journals are pretty much the most sophisticated technology there is. The only other signs of electricity around are a few street lamps. And all this is part of the not-so-confusing."