Terminator on ... Vacation?

[anewhero]

 Characters: Marcus Wright and you! 

 Summary: Intro Log! Come and meet a terminator?]

Date(s): Backdated to Pre-war plot

Warnings/Notes:</b> Nothing

 

 

[Marcus found himself ejected rather harshly face first into sand on a beach of some type. He felt his head spinning as he pulled himself up and swore he could hear Blair's voice. ]

[Or in this case, she introduced herself as BlairD. She was the same pilot of the Resistance back home. Marcus couldn't help but question her.]
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"Blair? Blaird?... What the hell's going on?!"

[This was too damn weird... Marcus felt his leather jacket, a little bit more full than usual and squeezed it out. With that, Marcus squeezed his prized leather jacket out and carried it on his shoulder.] </small>

Can anybody tell me where I am at?"


 

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[disbands]

Barclay Odell, [the pirate introduces himself. He steps toward the other man, having resolved he isn't about to get shot in the head by an angry robot?? hopefully??? and offers a smile.] What sort of world do you hail from, Marcus? We have all kinds here. People birthed from giants, ones who've flown through space in space chariots. You're dressed as though you might come from somewhere in the 2000s, if you're from some approximation of the planet Earth. If you aren't, I can't even begin to guess.

[He also offers the man a hand. He has no way of knowing that Marcus is unnaturally heavy, or he'd probably think better of it.]

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[ Marcus nodded ]

"About 2023 Post Apoc Earth, terminators everywhere ripping people up."

[ Marcus nods and shakes Barclay's hand. ]

"Barclay, huh."

[disbands]

[It takes Barclay a long few seconds to realize that 2023 is a year. A year. And in his time, it had felt like the seventeenth century would last forever. His eyebrows climb on his head, and he catalogs the rest of those unfamiliar words in his mind. Terminator?]

Yes. Barclay. My great-grandfather was Scottish.

Come on. Let's get away from the rest of this wreckage-- [he motions at some people hauling the remains of a boat out of the sea.] Your daemon will approach you soon. It'll be your 'personal assistant' in this world. Don't be afraid. It might look like anything, from a pocket electronic device to an enormous animal. But it'll speak with you, and you will know it for what it is. [A beat.] There is some chance it will look like one of these 'Terminators.' But I must emphasize, you oughtn't attack it.

backtagged to November 29th

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Marcus grunted and with that, Blaird popped out

"Marcus, where the fuck had you been? You scared me for a second.."

Marcus crossed his arms "Who would of known you of all people would end up as a personal assistant to me, Blair?"

Blaird shook her head and smirked "Don't push it, Marcus."

Marcus turned "Oh, Barclay, this is Blaird.... Or Blair, she's from my world."

[disbands]

It's unusual to see daemons who look like human beings. Barclay's head whips around and he stares at the other woman who appeared... but it's clear that the pilot is whole of limb, considerably calmer than most people who first arrive on the beach. Probably a daemon... probably?

Oh, the name clarifies it.

"A pleasure to meet you, Blaird," says Barclay, who awkwardly extends a hand to shake the woman's. Then he reaches to offer Marcus the same salutation. "There's a vehicle coming to bring you to the city, if you like. You must be very tired and concerned. The first thing you'll want to do is inquire on the network for others that you might know from your homeworld. It could bring you comfort."

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Blaird nodded "You as well, Barclay."

Marcus nodded "Thanks, not often do we see the end of the world pass when it comes from a time when it's almost literally the end of the world."