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fandomtownies2010-11-12 01:17 pm
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Imperial Junke Yard, Thursday night
It was late and the junkyard was closed. Not empty, though, as the proprietor was wandering around semi-aimlessly, picking items up and putting them back down again. Marcus was restless. Well, he was always restless—being trapped on a tiny island would do that to a man—but this week had made him especially antsy. He didn't know why, but he did know that it was time start seriously looking for a way off the island. To find a way out, whatever it cost.
The ring of metal pulled him out of his thoughts, and he leaned down to scoop up the silver sphere he'd just kicked, began tossing it from hand to hand, watching the streetlights reflect off its surface.
Not just the streetlights.
Marcus frowned as the reflected light grew brighter, then whirled to see the swirling blue and white shape that had grown in the air behind him.
He had just enough time to wonder what the hell it was, to reach for the gun he always carried, and then he ceased to move, simply standing, eyes open but awkwardly still, muscles slack, and the sphere tumbled to the ground.
Had he still been Marcus, that old cliché be careful what you wish for might have passed through his mind, but he wasn't, not really; he was a Marcus-shaped automaton under the control of whomever had sent the portal. He'd never known it was there, but the chip nestled at the base of his skull worked exactly as it had been designed.
The portal opened fully and Marcus' body walked through it. Anyone watching might have caught the briefest glimpse of a blasted, sun-bleached wasteland and the figures, red-eyed and gleaming silver, awaiting him before the portal snapped close.
[OOC: NFI. All good for broadcast, except for what was on the other side of the portal.
Marcus is gone from the game, which means the junkyard is back to being fully moddable. Thanks for everyone who made playing him such fun.]
The ring of metal pulled him out of his thoughts, and he leaned down to scoop up the silver sphere he'd just kicked, began tossing it from hand to hand, watching the streetlights reflect off its surface.
Not just the streetlights.
Marcus frowned as the reflected light grew brighter, then whirled to see the swirling blue and white shape that had grown in the air behind him.
He had just enough time to wonder what the hell it was, to reach for the gun he always carried, and then he ceased to move, simply standing, eyes open but awkwardly still, muscles slack, and the sphere tumbled to the ground.
Had he still been Marcus, that old cliché be careful what you wish for might have passed through his mind, but he wasn't, not really; he was a Marcus-shaped automaton under the control of whomever had sent the portal. He'd never known it was there, but the chip nestled at the base of his skull worked exactly as it had been designed.
The portal opened fully and Marcus' body walked through it. Anyone watching might have caught the briefest glimpse of a blasted, sun-bleached wasteland and the figures, red-eyed and gleaming silver, awaiting him before the portal snapped close.
[OOC: NFI. All good for broadcast, except for what was on the other side of the portal.
Marcus is gone from the game, which means the junkyard is back to being fully moddable. Thanks for everyone who made playing him such fun.]