What has occurred so far:
Alastair has shifted himself and Adra back in time, to the moment where Niccolò stole Alastair's name. Alastair has killed Niccolò's family, and set the home ablaze. Upon seeing the house, Niccolò immediately pushes himself to be in control of his own body, panics, and begs Adra to help him save his family. After hesitation and consideration of potential consequences, Adra agrees under the condition that Niccolò bring his family back with him to the present.
Thus, both she and Niccolò salvage his family's bodies, as well as the original body of Alastair, and places them in a special pocket dimension that she has crafted from her alchemy, the door being one that can grow and shrink from the size of a cell phone to a normal size.
After saving the family, Niccolò embraces Adra and tells her that he will never forget her kindness. The pair catch their breaths, and Niccolò lets Alastair have control again. Adra gives him a stone that will feed him energy to help fuel his time travel, though Alastair decides to not use it yet. After a small conversation, Alastair and Adra decide that it would be best to spend the night in town, as Alastair recuperates.
Alastair has shifted himself and Adra back in time, to the moment where Niccolò stole Alastair's name. Alastair has killed Niccolò's family, and set the home ablaze. Upon seeing the house, Niccolò immediately pushes himself to be in control of his own body, panics, and begs Adra to help him save his family. After hesitation and consideration of potential consequences, Adra agrees under the condition that Niccolò bring his family back with him to the present.
Thus, both she and Niccolò salvage his family's bodies, as well as the original body of Alastair, and places them in a special pocket dimension that she has crafted from her alchemy, the door being one that can grow and shrink from the size of a cell phone to a normal size.
After saving the family, Niccolò embraces Adra and tells her that he will never forget her kindness. The pair catch their breaths, and Niccolò lets Alastair have control again. Adra gives him a stone that will feed him energy to help fuel his time travel, though Alastair decides to not use it yet. After a small conversation, Alastair and Adra decide that it would be best to spend the night in town, as Alastair recuperates.
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1 – 200 of 1451 Newer› Newest»*Adra takes Alastair's arm, and will lead him to a restaurant* I'm sure you're famished.
*kisses her hand as he walks with her* Thank you, love. I know a place nearby where we can rent a room once we've finished eating. Where- or when- shall we go tomorrow?
*She nods gently* I'm alright with that. *Will take him in and sit down- it's more like a pub, but she might not order food just yet* After you're well-rested. Though, I have a question- did you, at any point, go back in time to before you were born to steal a name, or is this the earliest instance?
*While it may not be immediately apparent, a black haired Trip is moving about the restaurant, taking orders, delivering food and the like. Waiter Trip acts as though he doesn't spot the couple as they enter*
I went back another... Oh, around 200 years to plant my plague. So, yes- I've traveled earlier than that. *pauses* And there was that occasion in which Niccolò went back to the dawn of humanity to save it from our other time-traveling friend.
*Adra won't notice him- the black hair, and all* *She imagines that, it being around 1500 or so, he won't be dressed as boisterously*
*Adra frowns*
So...
When is the earliest body we need to recover?
*one does not get a job in a Tudor pub by looking like any old scrub*
*you also have to be a very proficient lute player*
*No, but he won't look modern, with the red and green coats and crazy looks*
*She will put her little portal in her pocket, and begins to braid her hair back*
*he sighs, thinking* I would say it depends on whether we'd rather take the bodies from graves, and I can return them to their original state with magic- or if you'd prefer to take them after they actually died.
*pauses as he notices a certain waiter* Adra, does that man look familiar to you?
*Thinks* Which is easier?
...
*Pause*
Alastair
I'm blind
*Well no. But his period appropriate coat is still pretty neat.*
*Trip is generally staying on one side of the room, within earshot of the table in the corner. Tudor english is very hard to eavesdrop on, especially if the person you're listening to is faking it. And badly.*
(Actually, they're in Frace, I think?
Or wait-
Yeah idk where they are.)
*Ok so Adra will stand, then* I'm going to get some food, ok? I'm sure it's de ja vu. Maybe you end up killing him.
(*France shit)
Probably digging graves, in all honesty. In some cases the timeline might be altered if there isn't a body to bury. But it may depend on the circumstance...
*pauses also* Of course. Well he looks very much like Trip. But there's always a chance I may be hallucinating. *pauses again* And his hair is the wrong color.
*he is probably imagining it, he thinks* Alright, love.
(Shit.)
*The fact they were in France made the man even more suspect. The barman didn't seem to mind the English peeg though, so long as he kept paying.*
(Nailed it.)
Mmm, I see. Alright, we will play it by ear. *She will look for someone to serve her and, if she can't, will go to the counter and order some stew for the both of them, and then a bit of wine for herself* *Will go back to sit with Alastair* It may just be the hallucinations, dove. I wouldn't be surprised.
(Oh my gosh Trip that is fantastic XD)
(Slick)
*he nods, and brushes it off* Neither would I. You're probably right. Thank you for ordering for us, love.
Of course. *Smiles* When did you steal the teleporter?
*Trip's whispered voice is suddenly swirling into their ears*
I hope you kids are time travelling responsibly.
*She stiffens*
...
*Her nose twitches* Damn, it wasn't a hallucination.
*closes his eyes, and breathes out slowly* *the one time he was actually happier accepting his deteriorating mental state* Excellent.
*Elle arrive au restaurant.*
*Elle est déguisée en homme*
*Elle crois qu'il y a quelque chose de mystérieux dans ce restaurant, mais elle ne sais pas quelle sorte de mystère.*
*Will reach over, and gently take both of his hands* Darling, please, breathe. It's alright, I am here for you. Let me go see if I can talk to him, alright?
*Their stew will come over, but she won't let go yet* Ok?
*Noelle kinda understood that*
*elle is MULAN!*
You know, when I hear talk of teleporters in a time period centuries before I was born, I'm always reminded of this one guy. This real genius who saw no problem with going back in time and convincing people he was Hermes.
Now, while I trust you a little more than him, I really don't want any kind of date night fun to get in the way of what is already a very hard job.
((She arrives at the restaurant, disguised as a man. She believes that there's something mysterious inside the restaurant, but she doesn't know what exactly))
(Fabi you are incredible I am so impressed right now oh my god)
*Adra takes a deep breath* We aren't changing history. We are just removing some... Bodies.
*he's alright- just disappointed* Sure, love. Thank you. *sigh*
((Probably not gonna be able to keep up in French for too long, but I'll try. I'll also add translations, just forgot that time. But yeah, Mulan!))
((Mireille speaks English, but she reserves the right to lie and pretend she doesn't))
*Elle regarde les personnes qui sont dans le restaurant. Elle ne sais pas qu'est qu'elle cherche.*
(*Sweats nervously*)
*Adra will just keep holding her husband's hand as she speaks to strip who is, presumably, behind her*
((Again, I forgot to translate. She looks at everyone in the restaurant, but she doesn't know what she's looking for. Feel like I said that last bit wrong, but oh well.))
(Oh GUYS
BY THE WAY
ALASTAIR LOOKS LIKE HIS ORIGINAL BODY NOW
hes hot
BUT IF YOU NEED A PICTURE, We will make a post with it.)
(Fabi, that's a lot better than me!)
*Adra can feel Ella's presence, and can tell that she is a woman disguised as a man* *She likes that, and admires it*
(ikr)
*Trip keeps his eyes on the man in the corner, reading lips*
Oh god. Please don't say something that means I have to arrest you. I'm so out of shape, and I can't use magic here-
*the man begins to leave the bar, gathering his things and his two friends*
Hold that thought. Don't kill anyone while I'm away.
*he disappears into the crowd*
*Alastair is immediately inclined to defy that request* *but he didn't come here to kill anyone, so he won't* *no matter how much he would like to*
*Elle s'assied près de la porte. Elle décide de commander quelque chose de manger*
*Elle attendra quelque chose intéressante arriver*
((She sits near the door and decides to order something to eat. She waits for something interesting to happen))
*She will just try to lend him some of her strength* You're alright, my love. He is preoccupied. I... If we told him, I'm sure he would help.
*She will begin to eat her stew*
He might not like you, but he likes Niccolò, and me.
You would trust him not to just make our job more difficult? *he will begin to eat, as well*
*Noelle made a post about what Alastair looks like*
*Eats quietly* I don't know, but do you honestly believe that w will want to leave well enough alone?
*Trip likes Alastair. Kinda. It's weird and complicated.*
*Trip steps outside, seeing the group make their way down the track.*
*He trudges along after them.*
*un serveur apporte le dîner de Mireille*
*elle paie pour son dîner et elle donne un petit pourboire*
*elle commence à manger*
[a waiter brings Mireille her dinner. She pays and leaves a small tip. She starts eating]
*She will just keep holding one of his hands* He hurt you- and me. But, Alastair, he is also Cara's birth father. He loves her. You and he... I think can tolerate each other with common ground
(Ella is certainly welcome to come over..?)
I can tolerate his presence, sure. But that doesn't mean that I'd trust him with anything. But it's alright- we can just eat for now, if you like. *he doesn't want to upset her*
*Bites the inside of her cheek* Okay. *Lowers her head to eat* *Her hand is holding his left one, and her fingers are playing and twisting his wedding right around his finger- she does that with hers when she gets nervous*
*Elle écoute de toute la conversation dans le restaurant. Elle ne peut comprend que quelques-uns de mots*
*Le moment où elle a fini de manger, elle se lève. Elle approche la table d'Adra et Alastair*
Excuse me?
(([She listens to all the conversation in the restaurant, but she can only understand a few words (since there are several conversations)]
[The moment she's done eating, she stands and approaches Adra and Alastair's table]
Excusez-moi?))
*The men are happy. This is always the worst part, where they think they've won. Soon they will be rich beyond their wildest dreams, having performed an action most thought impossible, all without attracting the watchful eye of the law. He always hated the fact that they thought they knew anything about what was happening. This, however, was also the easiest time to eliminate them, as they tended to be copiously drunk.*
*Trip walked though a small orchard. If the woman who ran it saw him, she'd be enraged, but she was always washing at this time. Trip had had a whole month to get to know the town's routine before the arrival of these jokers. They didn't stand a chance. He watched them walk into the forest and smiles*
*Exactly as planned*
*he appreciates the affection from Adra, and will look up at the stranger who has just approached* Can we help you?
((Not sure what exactly you're up to, Trip, but I should probably acknowledge your existence. You exist. Congratulations.))
The waiter who ran off suddenly--some acquaintance of yours perhaps--do you know where he went, and who that other bloke was that 'e was following?
[She speaks English with a distinct French accent, and her voice is low enough to pass for a young man's]
((I msd soon, for Aretha's class. Apologies.))
No, I'm afraid I can't answer either of those questions for you. May I ask why you'd like to know?
*Adra tilts her head* I don't, no, I'm sorry. He was following someone... Likely to arrest them?
((Yes! Finally! :P You also exist, chum.))
*It isn't hard to follow the men, they don't expect to be followed, no one has jurisdiction over histpry, right? Officially, no, of course. Then again, officially time travel didn't exist. Neither did perverting the course of history, but it was still a crime. Deeper into the woods they went, it seemed that they became more smug as they went. Soon, Trip promised himself, soon he'd get to draw a sword.*
*They reached the clearing where the men were living. Four tents, one for each of the men, one for the antibiotics they were going to sell to the local lord to cure his terminal infection. The mark-up would be incredible, if Trip hadn't already disposed of the merchandise. The men stumbled about a bit and laughed while Trip meditated, ensuring that none of the nobles were near to this mostly disused area. Nothing but wildlife. Sword in hand, Trip stepped out into the clearing*
*A pretty satisfying ten minutes later Trip had apprehended the the three men, told them their rights and handed them over to the collection and cleanup crew. This consisted of Larry, Arnu and Bulb, three enterprising young English spotters, reply trying to make their mark. Trip liked them, they were kind, cared about history and had enough initiative to be relied on in a tight spot. Good lads. After informing them that he had a ride home,Trip began his walk back to the village.*
(My things aren't posting I'm sorry)
Is there anything we can do to help you?
Pardonnez-moi, I was simply curious. I have a...'ow do you say....idea? A bit of an idea that something of interest 'appens. You three are the most interesting people here, so I think maybe you have something to do with what it is that my idea tells me.
((Ooh, I exist? Cool!))
((Wait))
((I forgot that Mireille is actually Fabi's given name. I just used it because it's the name I used in French class. Oh well. Oops.))
*She smiles a little* Well, that is true, I suppose. We are rather tangled in a complex plot
*Of course, Arnu and Bulb were women, but Trip didn't see how that was relevant to calling them lads*
*Trip knew the real reason why he hated the time immediately before arrest when doing time work: he'd lost control. No matter how hard he worked to protect the timeline, there was always some idiot he had to catch in their time period of choice. He liked the time work, sure. He could begin a job when Cara started a nap and be home before she woke up, but it was still the ultimate proof that he would never spot everything. The smugness was irritating because it was justified.*
*Regardless, it was time to leave all of his wages behind in his 'bed' and skip town. First, though, he'd have to deal with Adra's new hobby.*
*Maybe he should get her a hearse for Christmas. Or is that the wrong way around? A graverobbermobile?*
*Wow- trip's a little sour*
((What if it is actually Fabi though))
((I imagined her time travel incident was more like 1600 England, but I never really defined it, so I could work with it if I changed it, and she was taught French at a young age))
((I kind of want this to be a thing, but I also feel like it might mess up certain stuff though? So idk? Their essences are similar enough for Mireille Béatrice to be an alternate version of Fabi, but idk?))
*Small laugh* I could say the same. Is there any way I can assist you in untangling?
((*Elle rit doucement* Je pourrais dire la même chose. Est-ce je peux vous aider avec le "untangling"?))
(whatever works best for Fabi is good for us!! :)))) <3)
*Pauses, glancing at her husband* *Then nods* Alright, it's fine with us. But first, I must ask: you don't get squeamish, do you?
*Trip didn't seem to have a problem with graverobbing when Niccolò did it to bring back some of his spies*
*after some brief preparations for his departure- including smashing his lute into hundreds of tiny, unplayable pieces and the removal of a few disguises, not including his hair, Trip returns to the main pub, sitting down next to Adra in completely different clothing.*
I see we have a friend. *He smiles, holding his hand out to Elle, his words translated to her by his pendant*
*they were never buried in graves, though.*
*Also, it's more the time travel aspect that causes trouble*
*She scoots over, then* Thanks for asking..
((Ok, well I'll say that it's Fabi, but a version of her that hasn't met Adra and Alastair before. The time travel incident happened when she was 16 or so, but she was in the past for several years, so I'll say she's about 18-19 now. Present time Fabi is 21, but she just went back to counting from the day she was born even though technically she's been alive longer than 21 years by her timeline. Because she started magic young, present her looks around 18-21 anyway, so it's just easier.))
((Also guys-- "Elle" is the French feminine singular third person pronoun, not her name. Her name is Mireille. I feel like Elle actually suits her a lot though. Hm.))
Not easily, no.
*She nods at Trip, not shaking his hand*
You can call me Cédric. Or Fabien. It matters little. I know better than to tell mysterious folks my proper name.
*Adra can't see the black hair*
*ol but really- Noelle is sorry that she keeps forgetting I hit the "I'm not a robot" so it's not posting*
*Adra tries to suppress her giggle- she knows that Elle is a woman*
*its like noelle* *French*
*laughs* I like you already. *isn't sure if the others have already cleared the area over Cedric's secret or not. Concludes it's best not to ask.*
*Breathes out* Would either of you like something to eat? The stew is pretty nice.
No thanks, I've already eaten.
*Glances at Trip, then Adra, then Alastair, noting the tension between Trip and the others*
*Interesting*
*She smiles*
No thank you, I have already eaten.
Oh... Alright. *Feels self-conscious about eating, now that no one else is*
I'm-
*Turns to Trip* Why are you here?
It is alright if you want to eat. I agree that the stew is good.
*Trip grins. If nothing else, the mission was cool*
You are looking at Trip Castalan: Time Cop. A bunch of guys travelled back to mess with the timeline and make some cash, so I had to chase them down and show them the full force of the law. The time law.
*The words cop and timeline don't translate*
*Adra will lean over and, in fluent French, explain to Elle what Trip meant*
*She nods, and whispers a quick "merci" to Adra*
*she actually understood the first time, but she doesn't trust these people well enough to let them know how fluent she is in 21st-century English*
Time cop--Your job is to find and arrest people who are in the wrong time? How does this work?
*Adra will just sit in her little corner and listen*
Well mostly I stop people before they actually have a chance to even get to another time period, but sometimes people slip through the net ad I have to deal with them on location.
*Adra will reach over and drink her wine- not quickly, or anything*
*Sets it down again to listen* *She is analyzing him in her brain*
Ah. Je comprends.
((Ah. I understand.))
*She turns to Adra*
Could you explain to me what it is that you are in need of help with?
*She pauses*
Après votre dîner, bien sûr.
[After your dinner, of course]
*Trip sits back. Now it is his turn to analyse. Also he really doesn't want to be spotted by the proprietor*
*Adra pushes her bowl away* I'm finished, actually..
It's a bit of a long story, but the quick version is that my husband-
*Pause*
*She might not know about magic*
*Ok but trip just told her about time travel, and she didn't freak out*
My husband's... Name, was stolen. It's like a soul, but not really. It was stolen by a man, and, now, there about 53 people in one head. And we are going back in time to retrieve each of the name's bodies, so we can restore them, and untangle the mess.
[She has a number of questions. She attempts to ask one at a time, but ends up asking three]
His true name, you mean? How does that work? Is he dead?
*Smiles a little* Yes, his true name..
The first man with the power, Niccolò, is a very sweet man, and he stole my husband's name, in an effort to save his family. I'm not sure how it works, but I imagine I will soon enough. Alastair's body died, but he lived on inside Niccolò's, with him.
Oh, alright. That sounds...awkward. I can see why you want to fix this. Is there anything specifically that you need me to do?
((I'm back now.))
*Alastair may suddenly renter the conversation if he feels he has something to contribute*
*is currently trying to decide if Adra is saying what he thinks she is*
*Thinks* My husband has to use time travel a lot, and it winds him... There may be difficult instances to get his name back, too. But I'm sure any help would be appreciated.
*If what he thinks IS what she is saying, then yes*
(Hi daddyyyyy)
((Hello, my pet.))
*Alastair nods to Trip* She's thought of a way. It'll be difficult, but it could work.
And this way involves... corpses?
Yes. We are taking the bodies of all of the original names, and will reanimate them.
Where better to put the names than back inside the bodies they were stolen from?
I see. I am not a time traveler myself, but I will help in any way I can.
I suppose if we were to replace the corpses there wouldn't be anything wrong with the idea.
*He turns to Alastair* You wouldn't happen to still have that cloning ability you used to fight us, would you?
*Pauses* Alastair, you wil have to age yourself a little bit, before we do all of this. Your original body, if you can.
*Smiles to Ella* Thank you.
*Then, to Trip* Replace?
*he addresses Mireille* We appreciate it. Thank you.
Of course- but I can't make infinite clones.
*and then he will answer Adra* I think I ought to be able to do that.
*reaches out and will squeeze her husband's hand gently*
*Finishes her wine*
Qu'est-ce vous dites? Si on prenait les cadavres sans les remplacer, on créerait un trou dans le continuum espace-temps?
((What are you saying? If one were to take the corpses without replacing them, would one create a hole in the space-time continuum?))
Oh, I wasn't either, but then I stole a time machine from a bad guy. Look at me now. Time cop.
Okay, to ensure the plan is as safe as possible, due you think you could spare a few, though?
*Adra pauses* I don't think so, Ella. I think he's just paranoid.
See? Our mysterious friend agrees.
*Adra will look to Alastair* *No, it isn't worth it, to her*
((Actually wait, that would need the conditionnel passé I think. I don't actually know that though. *looks it up*
*si on aurait pris les cadavres))
*She shrugs as if to say "Sort it out amongst yourselves"*
*She's also confused as to why Adra called her Ella, but she did say a moment ago that it didn't matter as long as it wasn't her real name, so she lets it slide*
*Adra is clearly aware she's a girl though, which she supposes isn't all that surprising*
((*Totally knows what Fabi just said. Absolutely.*))
*oh shit sorry, Fabi, I didn't mean to let that slip*
Actually, no, I can't spare any.
((French tenses. I accidentally said "If one had taken the bodies, one would cause a hole in the space-time continuum" when I meant "If one were to take the bodies..." I'm actually still not sure I said it correctly because I haven't studied conditional past yet, but I know Imparfait doesn't work there so?))
((I'm sorry, I'm still in overthinking French mode from my final))
((Oh, ok. I'll pretend that nothing in that comment happened besides the shrug.))
(:0 French is scary sounding)
(I asked my mom for some chicken wings for dinner, from the pizza place we ordered at
She just stuck
20 wings
In front of me
...
I wanted five)
((My, that is a lot. Perhaps you could save the rest to eat later?))
(I don't know if I can :0
Too much food
Non)
*Trip sighs, he runs a hand through his hair*
Think of it this way. Time is a huge pile of torn up pieces of paper, each the size of your finger. The time you know, our children and friends, they are the exact position of the piece at the very top. If you insert or remove something from the pile, you risk moving that top piece of paper.
And suddenly, we may have no need for the names to be separate because everything we love and have worked for will be gone.
So unless all of your clones spend their time saving the world, I suggest you relinquish a few for the miniscule amount of time it takes the human body to decompose. Because I'm sorry to say, I'm not risking my daughter so that War gets their own body.
*She just sighs, and figures that Alastair will want to explain why he can't use the clones* *She is just*
*no*
I am well aware of the consequences of tampering with the past, Trip. And I am certainly unwilling to put my family at risk. But that isn't how they work. The most I can possibly sustain at one time, even if they were dead, is probably seven. And it requires copious amounts of energy to make one. If I just left numbers of them lying around, there would hardly be enough left of me to take apart. So we'll just have to find another way to make it work.
*Pipes in* Or, since they're all dead anyway, it doesn't matter
Well, that's what I thought.
You misunderstand me. We don't need you to replace them all in one go. Time is not a limiting factor for us.
We only see each clone for about a month before any meaningful impact they would have is gone, and considering the nature of time you could go and fill those graves whenever you wanted, so long as they were filled.
*blocks out Adra belittling what has become a large part of his work*
I do not want to take sides amongst people I have just met. Besides, what would a normal young lady like myself know about the space-time continuum?
It is necessary that I make a quick arrangement. Shall I meet you back here in a few minutes?
Forgive me for my intensive paranoia, but if you took this with you I would be very appreciative. *Hands her a nondescript coin*
*Looks confused but nods*
*Uses her metal senses to investigate it as she leaves--she guesses it's some sort of bug or tracking device*
*pauses* So you only want to leave them there for a short amount of time? If that's the case, why not just avoid taking the original corpse until there won't be a notable impact?
*She's becoming increasingly angry at all of this*
*Is okay with Ella doing so*
Because replacing corpses is easiest when they aren't in the ground. It's far less noticeable. *Turns off his translation amulet* If you take the corpse after you have dig up earth, replace grass, avoid harming things nearby, swapping corpses is much easier. Especially with someone like you at our disposal.
*Rubs her temples * *Alastair can move through objects*
*Trip--what would she see when she metal-senses the coin (she can see different types of metals)*
*?*
*which will make stealing a half decomposed corpse without noticeable topsoil impact so easy*
*it's mostly copper with a little nickel*
So, let me know if I understand correctly. I make a copy of myself, bury it in place of another corpse, wait some time until the ground appears unaltered, then revive the copy and have it simply step out of the grave.
If memory serves you can make them vanish.
Well, yes, but there are a number of ways to do that. Do you mean it should teleport out of the grave?
*She just rubs the bridge of her nose* *This is so complicated now*
*No weird wires or anything? Ok*
*Elle retourne à la maison pour chercher quelque chose*
*Elle met une montre numérique dans une boîte*
*Elle ramasse des autres choses pour voyager comme une cape et des gants etc.*
((She returns to her house, puts a digital watch in a box, and gathers some other stuff for traveling like a cloak and gloves.))
*Elle est revenue au restaurant*
*She gets back to the restaurant*
The method is unimportant, what matters is that the grave appears undisturbed. That'll be easy for the ones with coffins, but other methods, that's where the work is.
Oh god. None of them have crypts, do they?
*Sees that they're still arguing*
I do not believe that this...discussion will ever reach a conclusion. *sighs*
*She just huffs out* Excuse me.
*Places her napkin on the table, and leaves the room- she is feeling very frustrated*
*Goes ahead and walks outside* *She doesn't want to talk*
[She kind of wants to go after Adra, but she isn't sure Adra would like the company]
Hm.
Something tells me that in my old age I have begun to worry about small things that may not matter.
I was absent for a large portion of the conversation, but I have heard enough to know that you two need to sort out your differences and at least one of you owes her an apology.
*stands*
I like you, mystery stranger.
*Walks off after Adra*
*She's at the back of the restaurant, her meal long forgotten, and just sitting on the ground, holding a rock very tightly in her hands*
Yes, I think you may have.
*since Trip has gone to follow Adra, he will stay here for the moment, unless she wants him there*
*Elle tilts her head at Alastair*
Should we go out there too, or give Trip a chance to apologize first?
*Trip sits next to Adra, cross legged*
I'm sorry Adra. I guess I've just become too tunnel visioned on the minutiae of time travel to just let adventure be adventure. I'm sorry for trying to mess with your good idea.
*Her eyes well up with tears- she is just so frustrated, and hurt, and angry* *Doesn't know how to respond*
I think perhaps we'll give him a chance. *looks over the friendly stranger again* You came here just to look for something interesting to do?
*looks around at the people rushing about*
You know, this place is much too frantic. There's this hill to the south west, when it's night the air is so clean.
At this time of year you can smell the forest, the earth is soft but not muddy... Better than old Fatguts' bar any day. *He gestures to the proprietor, who is indeed and and fat*
Oh, that was hardly the only reason. I am also much relieved to see other people from--wait, when are you from exactly?
*Her lip wobbles a little* It felt like you were trying to sabotage our happiness.
2016. What year are you from, if I might ask?
*Trip looks down at the floor between his knees and shudders*
I felt like you were trying to deliberately ignore my advice in order to spite me. To the detriment of the children.
*That makes her bristle with anger a little* Are you serious?
Do you have any idea-
*Forces herself to bite her lip, hard- no, he doesn't get to know about this*
*Alastair will try to offer Adra some comfort through their link, if he can* *he'll go to her if she'd like that*
2016... I wonder where I am by then.
I have an object that belongs in another time. Would one of you be able to return it? It doesn't much matter who it returns to, I just don't want it to be found this early.
[She pulls out the box with the digital watch.]
*She doesn't know- no, perhaps not yet*
*he stands*
Do you have any idea?
I gave that man my child because I wanted you to be happy with him. I have trained myself not to instinctively prepare to fight when I see him and in stead greet him as a friend because you love him.
Maybe you've forgotten, but I feel somewhat inflated emotions. The aging I go through daily because you are with him is only bearable because I know it makes you happy.
So yes, you feeling like that was unreasonable. My response was to open up to you about how I felt and I get berated.
Adra, please. You have to meet me halfway.
Certainly. *he will take it from her* I'll return it to my time once I go back.
*he will respect her space with Trip, then*
*agony I go through
[Nods] Merci beaucoup.
You thought that I would put my daughter in danger.
Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?
*She could yell at him, she knows she can*
Don't tell me what I can, and can not feel, Trip. You have no idea about what happened two years ago. No idea. so you don't get to dehumanize me in that way. I'm a person, too.
Je vous en prie.
((Ari's note: I hope that's right.))
*Trip leans against the wall, nearly in tears* Because all I am is the villain, right? The guy who doesn't want you and Alastair to be happy. I can't have legitimate concerns for Cara, or the world. I exist to make trouble for you, that's all I am to you.
What you were planning presented a real danger to our daughter. I know exactly how you must be feeling, but it's true. So when you say I only said it because I didn't want the two of you to be happy, who's really been dehumanised? The mother who made a mistake, or the evil ex fiance?
((Yup, that's what I'd say there.))
*Un homme arrive au restaurant*
[A man arrives at the restaurant]
*Mireille se cache derrière une table*
[Mireille hides behind a table]
*L'homme travers le restaurant. Il regarde tout le monde, mais il ne parle à personne. Il cherche Mireille, mais il ne la vois pas*
[The man crosses the restaurant. He looks at everyone, but he speaks to no one. He's looking for Mireille, but he doesn't see her.]
((Trip tends to solve his problems by explaining to someone what he has on their file, so... yeah.))
*L'homme ne gaspille pas de temps*
*Il sort du restaurant par la sortie derrière.
[The man doesn't waste any time. He exits by the back door]
*He-*
*She turns, and will take his coat, and will shake him* *She is screaming, now* I was pregnant, Trip!
*Will shake him again* In hell! You left me there. It was a month for you, but for me? It was seventy years, rotting in pain and torment.
*Lets him go, and will stop screaming as much* You- you were the villain, Trip. You need to accept that, during that time, you were. *She is just so angry* You made Alastair into nothing. Even if you disregard everything that I went though, you hurt him beyond recognition. And, believe it or not, that hurt my trust in you.
Every time I see you, it is hurt a little more. And you act like I still don't love you, but it do- but I have to believe that you aren't good, because if I put faith in you, I know that you can hurt me again.
*notices the man passing, and Mireille hiding* I assume he was looking for you.
[she shrugs]
Probably.
*Trip is crying at this point. He drops the time stop amulet, everyone around them stops moving* Oh, which hell was that then? Because by my count there are about six by now. I didn't actually mind going to hell all that much! I'm so sorry I couldn't accurately predict what 'hell' was going to be! May I also point out, you sent yourself to hell! I didn't put you there and worse, you made it so I couldn't get you out! Who was the person I was supposed to trust with winning your freedom from hell? Why, only the man who we'd spent the last year loathing and hunting for his death toll measured in the trillions, who'd encouraged the dangerous imbalance in you that meant I couldn't trust you not to free him, despite the fact I could have saved countless lives.
When you sent yourself to hell I knew you'd moved on. I didn't know why, but clearly you wanted him. The insane murderer we had worked to bring down. Why was I meant to trust him? Because when you were to dangerous to even see me you trusted him too?
I was just doing what we'd always done. I was fighting the troublemakers with everything I had because I wanted to marry you.
He wasn't even in a fit state to come and get you.
He couldn't even save you.
*Trip stoops, picks up and amulet and walks for the door, the crowd beginning the move at normal pace again*
*too dangerous
*he is a bit more curious now, though he is acutely aware of the painful conversation going on outside* What have you been doing that might prompt someone to look for you?
*He is so stupid* *So, so, stupid*
*Turns, and will Jusf run for the woods*
*She will keep running until she finds a tree that is satisfactory to herself, and will begin to hit it with everything that she has- the bark scrapes and splits her knuckles- a finger or two completely snaps, but she won't stop until she has thoroughly cleaned herself of his idiocricy- his inability to see things from her perspective* *She knows that she put herself into Hell- but it was his decision, and he let his eo get in the way* *He made the wrong choice, and so he doesn't want to deal with the guilt- so he blames everyone else*
I appeared rather suddenly about two years ago. There were all sorts of rumors, but he's the only one who took them seriously. He probably saw that my house is shuttered and wants to know where I'm going.
[She shifts uncomfortably--it's been a while since Adra and Trip left]
(( D: ))
*Trip walks for the hill he mentioned. It'll take him half an hour but it's worth it*
*He asks himself why she can't see that he was sorry. That he had worked so hard to apologise. How was she so blinded by love that the search for justice that brought them together was now is subordinate in her eyes to potentially the most prolific killer ever. The Adra he proposed to would never have done that if Trip had been restructuring Deacon. Why couldn't she see his agony?*
*By the time one of her wrists breaks, about half of her anger is gone* *Instead, she just decides to start hitting her hands against the ground, to jar it*
*Alastair gets up* I really should go see my wife. I'm sorry. *he will rush out of the restaurant, and get to Adra as quickly as he can* *rests a hand on her shoulder, gently, and will move closer if it's alright with her* Adra, my love...
[Mireille sits, worried, but she thinks it's probably best to give Adra and Alastair some space]
*She is just so angry* *Wails* He spoke to me like I wanted to be in Hell! Like I wanted that child to die with me! *Her hands just kinda hang limp, know* *There's a lot of blood*
I know, love. I know. *he will gently pull her into his arms, and kiss her hair over and over* I'm sorry.
(*lurks, reading*
Poor Adra :(. )
*Adra will just cry into his shoulder* He was talking as if he thinks I don't hate myself
*strokes her hair* I think perhaps he does. He doesn't know... I'm sorry he hurts you so much. *he will take one of her hands, kiss it gingerly, and begin to heal her, if she'll allow it*
((Hello, Silente.))
*She will- she might as well* *Her wedding finger in particular is dislocated and cut deeply* *The blood may be twisting Ito the ring*
I just don't understand.. I want him to try to see it from my perspective.
(Hello Alastair, I hope you're well.)
*he will kiss that finger in particular, and heals it carefully* *he'll clean her rings for her later* I know you do, and I wish he would, too. I'm sorry, my dearest love.
*Just kinda leans against him* Can you take me back?
Of course. *kisses her hair again* To the restaurant, or a place to sleep?
((I am well enough. Are you?))
I... Don't know. To sleep. Then you can go talk with the stranger. *Rests her head into him, hiding her head under his hair* I wanna sleep and forget today.
(I'm doing okay thanks.)
((Yo Jai. 'Sup?))
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