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CloudyBlueDay
made up of opposites
"All you have to do is stand here."
They said it like it was nothing. Maya snorted. This could make or break history. Quite literally. Time travel. And she was the first to get to do it.
"You have everything, yea?" "You asked me that five times. I said yes five times." She replied, giggling. Clothes to blend in. Food. Water. The works. "I checked your emergency call button twice. You're good to go. You're gonna be alright, I promise." "Oi, what are you, my boyfriend or something?" They both laughed, although his laughter was a tad awkward. Justin was the one running the machine. Maya knew he had a crush on her. "I've gone through all the appropriate training. I've passed with flying colors. Now press the damn button." He grinned.
Justin began to count down from ten. She stepped up onto the teleportation pod and took a deep breath. He got down to five. Maya nodded at him. "3..2...1, go." Maya clenched her teeth together. She felt as if someone was pulling her apart like taffy. She resisted to yell out. It hurt somewhat, but it was more the feeling that you got when you were carsick.
And then all of a sudden it was over. She fell on the ground, unable to regain her balance in time. Huffing and puffing, trying to regain the confidence she had only moments ago. I'm fine, I'm fine. Maya took off her napsack and brought out some clothing. Her watch glittered with the words, Ancient Rome. She would've changed into the appropriate clothing before she went, but the suit helped with the effects.
They said it like it was nothing. Maya snorted. This could make or break history. Quite literally. Time travel. And she was the first to get to do it.
"You have everything, yea?" "You asked me that five times. I said yes five times." She replied, giggling. Clothes to blend in. Food. Water. The works. "I checked your emergency call button twice. You're good to go. You're gonna be alright, I promise." "Oi, what are you, my boyfriend or something?" They both laughed, although his laughter was a tad awkward. Justin was the one running the machine. Maya knew he had a crush on her. "I've gone through all the appropriate training. I've passed with flying colors. Now press the damn button." He grinned.
Justin began to count down from ten. She stepped up onto the teleportation pod and took a deep breath. He got down to five. Maya nodded at him. "3..2...1, go." Maya clenched her teeth together. She felt as if someone was pulling her apart like taffy. She resisted to yell out. It hurt somewhat, but it was more the feeling that you got when you were carsick.
And then all of a sudden it was over. She fell on the ground, unable to regain her balance in time. Huffing and puffing, trying to regain the confidence she had only moments ago. I'm fine, I'm fine. Maya took off her napsack and brought out some clothing. Her watch glittered with the words, Ancient Rome. She would've changed into the appropriate clothing before she went, but the suit helped with the effects.
Ursa Minor
Junior Member
The heat is heavy on his skin by the time he's almost finished. It layers against him heavily making him wince as he stands stock still watching the dock as the passerby climb by him. The Sun beats overhead, ever present and unfaithful to the days yet to come and yet the wind never comes. He sighs slowly trying to relive the tension that aches in his bones as it weighs against him. He raises a hand and wipes the soft sheen of sweat against his body and grimaces as he feels the hot stickiness of it. He licks his dry lips trying to get the taste of sweat and dirt out of his mouth, but to no avail. It's too hot for anything yet he knows if he doesn't do his work than no food will be on the table tonight. His back hurts as he stands tall despite his short stature, but no one bothers him. Everywhere around him people are escaping the heat taxing by in their carts and trying to reach the nearest places of shade available.
"How long do you think we have?" he hears a voice not far from his. It's soft and high pitched yet it holds the undertone of weariness. He looks to his left and shrugs his shoulders in response. His sister looks at him, her eyes holding nothing, and she yawns. Luke tries to say something, but he knows if he does she'll just deny it.
They say nothing for the next ten minutes. Each holding on their own as they rake through their fields trying to get the best of the crops of this season. Luke frowns as his fingers brush against the dry and black touch of a herb that's been left out too long. His heart drops in his chest yet he says nothing to his Celene. He simply moves past it and tries not to think of the consequences of it all.
"Hey, Celene?" His sister stops what she's doing for a moment only gazing at him through the corner of her eye at him. She looks tired yet he can see the soft smile that's places upon her lips. He tajes that as a mention to continue. "I'm going to get some water from the stream if that's alright..." he trails off knowing her answer already. Celene straightens up and bites her lip. The news concerns her...of course it would. Solders are on the defense now ever since Ceaser's assassination. She tries not to let it show. Her face holds nothing expect a placid disposition, but Luke can tell what she's thinking. From the way her eyes flicker to the river and by the way her body tenses in aggravation of everything that surrounds him she nods at last. Luke tries to say something encouraging. Nothing comes out. It's like the words are stuck in his throat trying to climb out like thorns yet...he can't. Try as he might he can't find the words to please her and they both know it.
If Caeser can be killed--no murdered--than who is he to them?
Luke sets down the wicker basket. The rough edges hurt his fingers and now he's glad that he's finally set it down. He clenches his fingers to try and get a grip on himself trying to remind himself that nothing will happen. Even if something does--whatever that means--than his family will still have each other. He can still remember his mother's scream as the news of Ceaser's death had rocked their home and every home surrounding it. This man--no a GOD--had been brutally killed by those he trusted most simply because of...them. He swallows back a prickle of anxiety and slides past his sister towards the way to the stream. The crops are long and the heat makes him itch yet he can see the wavering image of the forest. He smiles at the thought of the trees and shade and everything else in it. He bites his lips as the thought of hunting crosses his mind and he wonders if he could hunt for a bit after chores. Only the Gods know how much food they'll need this spring with their new brother coming.
He shakes it off with a grunt and doesn't look back at his sister. He knows she's still watching him making sure nothing happens and he doesn't need to see the look on her face when he finally vanishes into the forest. They both know he'll be alright. Even if by some whim of a God that he dies by some solder he knows that all of them will alright.
They always are. And that's just how it goes.
"How long do you think we have?" he hears a voice not far from his. It's soft and high pitched yet it holds the undertone of weariness. He looks to his left and shrugs his shoulders in response. His sister looks at him, her eyes holding nothing, and she yawns. Luke tries to say something, but he knows if he does she'll just deny it.
They say nothing for the next ten minutes. Each holding on their own as they rake through their fields trying to get the best of the crops of this season. Luke frowns as his fingers brush against the dry and black touch of a herb that's been left out too long. His heart drops in his chest yet he says nothing to his Celene. He simply moves past it and tries not to think of the consequences of it all.
"Hey, Celene?" His sister stops what she's doing for a moment only gazing at him through the corner of her eye at him. She looks tired yet he can see the soft smile that's places upon her lips. He tajes that as a mention to continue. "I'm going to get some water from the stream if that's alright..." he trails off knowing her answer already. Celene straightens up and bites her lip. The news concerns her...of course it would. Solders are on the defense now ever since Ceaser's assassination. She tries not to let it show. Her face holds nothing expect a placid disposition, but Luke can tell what she's thinking. From the way her eyes flicker to the river and by the way her body tenses in aggravation of everything that surrounds him she nods at last. Luke tries to say something encouraging. Nothing comes out. It's like the words are stuck in his throat trying to climb out like thorns yet...he can't. Try as he might he can't find the words to please her and they both know it.
If Caeser can be killed--no murdered--than who is he to them?
Luke sets down the wicker basket. The rough edges hurt his fingers and now he's glad that he's finally set it down. He clenches his fingers to try and get a grip on himself trying to remind himself that nothing will happen. Even if something does--whatever that means--than his family will still have each other. He can still remember his mother's scream as the news of Ceaser's death had rocked their home and every home surrounding it. This man--no a GOD--had been brutally killed by those he trusted most simply because of...them. He swallows back a prickle of anxiety and slides past his sister towards the way to the stream. The crops are long and the heat makes him itch yet he can see the wavering image of the forest. He smiles at the thought of the trees and shade and everything else in it. He bites his lips as the thought of hunting crosses his mind and he wonders if he could hunt for a bit after chores. Only the Gods know how much food they'll need this spring with their new brother coming.
He shakes it off with a grunt and doesn't look back at his sister. He knows she's still watching him making sure nothing happens and he doesn't need to see the look on her face when he finally vanishes into the forest. They both know he'll be alright. Even if by some whim of a God that he dies by some solder he knows that all of them will alright.
They always are. And that's just how it goes.
CloudyBlueDay
made up of opposites
There was a fairly large tree nearby Maya. She took off her napsack and took out the neatly folded clothing. No one seemed to be near by, she could change quickly. "Debrief me, S.O.W." Maya spoke clearly into her watch, which began speaking. "We are in Ancient Rome. Caeser was just murdered, a very important man to these people." Maya began to change her clothing. "Tell me more about Caeser." The watch began to spurt information about this apparently sacred man. Smart, he sounded. What a shame. It would have been nice to get to meet him. Maybe speak to him about some things. He sounded reasonable, like he would understand.
The clothing was strange. Strange to her, anyway. Sort of uncomfortable, with all the drapes of fabric getting in her way. How did people move in these things? The suits in her own time were perfectly modified to fit around the human body, maximize movement and comfort. This was just pathetic.
She finished changing, adjusting the straps, trying to figure out how to walk in this thing. What was it called? She'd forgotten. Drapes?.. no, togas. That's what they were called. Even the name sounded silly. Maya was appealed. These things were awful! She could barely move!
At least the toga had been specially reinforced with hidden SmallPockets. You could fit anything you wanted in it and it would take up no more space then a backpack. Her napsack also had this technology built in. From her napsack she pulled out a basket woven from straw. She had also been given some of this time's currency. She was to go to the market and buy some items, and then to document her experiences. Her S.O.W would take pictures of her surroundings without her even having to click a button.
She hid her napsack, fiddled with the toga one last time, and headed towards the market. It was easy to spot, the most bustling part of the place.
The clothing was strange. Strange to her, anyway. Sort of uncomfortable, with all the drapes of fabric getting in her way. How did people move in these things? The suits in her own time were perfectly modified to fit around the human body, maximize movement and comfort. This was just pathetic.
She finished changing, adjusting the straps, trying to figure out how to walk in this thing. What was it called? She'd forgotten. Drapes?.. no, togas. That's what they were called. Even the name sounded silly. Maya was appealed. These things were awful! She could barely move!
At least the toga had been specially reinforced with hidden SmallPockets. You could fit anything you wanted in it and it would take up no more space then a backpack. Her napsack also had this technology built in. From her napsack she pulled out a basket woven from straw. She had also been given some of this time's currency. She was to go to the market and buy some items, and then to document her experiences. Her S.O.W would take pictures of her surroundings without her even having to click a button.
She hid her napsack, fiddled with the toga one last time, and headed towards the market. It was easy to spot, the most bustling part of the place.
Ursa Minor
Junior Member
The walk was a peaceful time for him he finally decided. Looking back at it now he wondered why he hadn't done it more, but maybe it was the fear that was spreading through him. Sighing to himself he passed under the branches feeling the prickle of sweat on his head dry up as the shade finally covered him. The wind blew lightly across him turning up clouds of dust and bringing the leaves to a sway. He smiled as the calm finally eased his nerves and his thoughts began to mellow. He was surrounded by trees on every side yet he knew where he was. He could tell by the markings on the trees and by the overturned flowers of his childhood and of his latest hunting trip with his father that he was going the right way. He licked his lips at the mention of the hunt wondering if he should go back and grab his gear. Stopping and looking back he shook his head knowing that it was too late to turn back and bit the inside of his cheek.
The trail curved into a short turn and he followed it without much thought. He didn't have to think when he was out here under the presence of his ancestors. All that was needed was the stillness of the air and the peaceful chippings of the birds for his company. He knew why his father loved coming here and he said nothing when he came home from his long walks. Coming by a great old tree, Luke touched it. He felt the hardness of the bark against his fingertips and smelled the musky scent of everything around him. It was bitter with a slightly sweet tang of the flowers. He nodded as he took in his position. Even from where he was standing he could hear the soft gurgling of the stream nearby. He thought about the pots his family put out there and hoped that no one had stolen them.
Only a coward would steal someone of their living, his father would say. Technically it wasn't a living, but it was the only stream that was easily accessible to them in this time of darkness. Another saying of his father.
Coming to a stop he turned to his left and frowned. A noise occurred to him with the footsteps of another person and despite the chill down his neck he followed it.
"Hey," he called out, "Is everything okay?"
The trail curved into a short turn and he followed it without much thought. He didn't have to think when he was out here under the presence of his ancestors. All that was needed was the stillness of the air and the peaceful chippings of the birds for his company. He knew why his father loved coming here and he said nothing when he came home from his long walks. Coming by a great old tree, Luke touched it. He felt the hardness of the bark against his fingertips and smelled the musky scent of everything around him. It was bitter with a slightly sweet tang of the flowers. He nodded as he took in his position. Even from where he was standing he could hear the soft gurgling of the stream nearby. He thought about the pots his family put out there and hoped that no one had stolen them.
Only a coward would steal someone of their living, his father would say. Technically it wasn't a living, but it was the only stream that was easily accessible to them in this time of darkness. Another saying of his father.
Coming to a stop he turned to his left and frowned. A noise occurred to him with the footsteps of another person and despite the chill down his neck he followed it.
"Hey," he called out, "Is everything okay?"
