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[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

[Here's Marta, lying on the "floor," unconscious. But slowly, she's coming around... She pushes herself up to sit on her knees, rubbing at her eyes with the back of her hand.]

Mmmm... what was that? Am I back on the Plane?

... Emil! [She abruptly stands, looking all around.] Emil, where did you go? Emil!


((OoC: Marta had to make a Choice...! Dun dun dunnn! Please leave me an AIM name, email address or some other form of contact in an OoC note so I can get in touch with you and ask about things she'll be seeing if she interacts with your character? Thank you! ♥))

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[lamb_of_gold]

Marta?

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[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

[Isaac too got whomped by the plot hammer, but came around a few minutes ago. Anyways, he's hovering a bit over Marta]

H-hey, are you alright?

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

Mu! [She turns to face him. Relieved, she smiles, but only for a second... then, she just looks confused.] ...Mu?

[lamb_of_gold]

Is something wrong?

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

[She brushes off her sleeves before she turns to look at him.] I think so. It was strange, I was in this r-

[She freezes when she actually sees him, though, and gasps a little.] ... Wh-Who are you?

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

I... You look... older, or something.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

A room? Me too...

Oh, I'm Isaac.

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

I-I'm Marta. It's nice to meet you... [Though she feels like she should be bowing. dfjsaklfj She kind of ducks her head a little instead.]

You were in a room, too? With a chair, and a box-thing, and...?

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

You too, Marta!

Told to decide something, yeah.

[lamb_of_gold]

Older? Howso?

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

[Nod!] R-Right! And I had to pick one, and press a button... So you did, too?

[She frowns a little.] How did they manage to get you, though? You seem... ... [vague hand gestures go here!]

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

Like, older? How much more specific can I get? Did decades pass in your world before you were trapped here?

[lamb_of_gold]

Certainly not that long... [though he does reach up to feel for wrinkles]

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

The same way they'd get anyone, I guess....why?

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil is here, and he is not pleased. This is going to be a recurring pattern as long as they're trapped on the Plane. He moves to help her stand, even though she's probably doing fine by herself. Wolf is appropriately concerned as well, shoving his nose at her other hand like a worried puppy.]

Marta! Where the hell were you?! I turned around for a second to get some supplies and you wandered off by yourself!

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

Wow... That's really weird, then! You look old! Do you... want a mirror?

[lamb_of_gold]

[Feeling nothing, he looks at his own hands] One of us is delusional, Marta. I look, and certainly feel as young as ever.

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

[She's in awe, don't mind her.]

Do you... always... have a glow like that?

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

I-I don't know, I suddenly just--

[She looks up at him. And SCREAMS. She falls back onto her bum and starts scooting backwards, staring up at him wide-eyed and fearful. ]

E-EMIL?!? Wh--!!

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

Hey! I'm not delusional! [Hmph!]

[lamb_of_gold]

Nor am I old.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

...What?! [Isaac looks at himself] I'm not glowing!

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Emil lets go as she begins screaming and tearing away from him. He's both perturbed and disappointed by this development, and it shows on his face, like he's just been slapped.

He hides it after, but the damage has been done. His voice is hollow, empty.]

They did something to you, didn't they?

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

Well, I don't know what to do about that! I'm only telling you what I see.

[formervanguard.livejournal.com]

You... yes you are.