broken_time (broken_time) wrote in exiles,
@ 2011-01-24 14:57:00

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More travelers, lost in time
Suddenly, everything changes.

Complex worlds - space-scapes, WWII as a backdrop, friends, allies, enemies - all disappear to be replaced with... sand.

Miles and miles of sand. Rolling hills, dunes, not an oasis in sight.

Well, except that, from somewhere just beyond the hills, there's a smell of fresh coffee.

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notallhunkydory
2011-01-25 03:06 am UTC (link)

Dorrek blinks once and then can't help but smile back at her. It's so convenient when people fill in their own details, it means less work for him. And, now that he's not worried that she's secretly a threat, he's realizing that she's a very sweet girl. It almost makes him feel bad for not filling her in on the real details.

"Yeah. Yeah, you're right," he says. He glances down at the edge of the counter top that is no longer broken. "You also probably noticed that I'm not exactly 'normal' either. I guess that you could say that we're in similar lines of work."

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	a_pal 2011-01-25 03:11 am UTC (link)
	Gwenny smiles. Her hands glow. "Well, let's get to business, Mr. Valentine." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	notallhunkydory 2011-01-25 03:54 am UTC (link)
	"You saw the super-strength earlier," Dorrek said, laying his hand down on the counter top and briefly shifting his fingers into razor sharp claws. "Also shape shifting. This is what I actually look like, though." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	a_pal 2011-01-25 04:11 am UTC (link)
	"That's real handy." No wonder the Enemy had tried to recruit him. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	notallhunkydory 2011-01-25 04:16 am UTC (link)
	"I like to think so, yes," Dorrek said. "And you? Do your hands just glow?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	a_pal 2011-01-25 04:18 am UTC (link)
	The glow increases, and the radiant energy sears into the counter for a moment, until it heals itself. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	notallhunkydory 2011-01-25 05:46 am UTC (link)
	Dorrek's eyebrows rise toward his hairline. "Very impressive. Natural mutation?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	a_pal 2011-01-25 05:47 am UTC (link)
	She shakes her head. "Lab accident. Agent Axis hooked Davy and me up to some machines to get my father to cooperate. It didn't work out like he'd planned. Are yours natural? Like Namor?" (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	notallhunkydory 2011-01-25 06:47 am UTC (link)
	"I'm glad that it worked out as well as it did, then." Dorrek says. "Yes, I was born with mine. People call humans who naturally develop unusual abilities 'mutants'." He'll let her draw the apparently natural conclusion from there. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	a_pal 2011-01-25 06:50 am UTC (link)
	"Thanks." Gwenny listens. "Good to know." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	notallhunkydory 2011-01-25 07:15 am UTC (link)
	Dorrek rubs the back of his neck. "...I should also probably tell you that I'm from about sixty-five years in your future, and I'm not quite sure what the protocol is for meeting people from alternate pasts." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	a_pal 2011-01-25 07:18 am UTC (link)
	"Sixty-five... oh gosh...." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	notallhunkydory 2011-01-25 07:44 am UTC (link)
	"Yeah." Dorrek gestures at his clothes. "So if it seems like I'm dressed improperly, that's why. And I apologize in advance if I behave in a way you feel is inappropriate; just tell me and I'll stop." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	a_pal 2011-01-25 07:47 am UTC (link)
	Gwenny listens and nods earnestly. "Thanks. Everything's okay right now." (Reply to this)(Parent)

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