Thread: Alternate Timeline Crossover RP (EvelynWillows & Reality Escapee)

Aristides took note of every word out of her mouth. It wasn't much, but he would have to wring as much information as possible out of it. The cold war- some conflict- has everyone up in arms. He thought to himself. Yet she sees herself as being outside of or above the conflict to some degree. It was nothing unusual, even in his world. Rulers, intellectuals, and soldiers had their causes, but often the common people on both sides of a conflict were identical in their apathy, caring little about the latest conflict, and wanting only to live their lives in peace. The common people tended to keep quiet about these feelings, however. One had to appear loyal to the state. Some people I know would call that disloyal. It's a noble sentiment though, I'll agree. He replied thoughtfully. Though he made small talk with her, his situation was starting to sink in. The vessel had been lost. His way back was gone. It may be months before another transport could be arranged, and even then, it would be no easy task for it to successfully land, locate him, and make the jump back. With a start, he realized he still had a small communication device hooked to the back of his ear. The young agent couldn't miss the looks she was shooting him. They stirred something long suppressed within him, and made him want to puff out his chest like some lekking bird seeking a mate. His skill in pankration, or Greek wrestling, was partially evident from his build. One good thing his people had kept from their ancestral culture was their love of athletics. If he was exotic to her, then she was equally so to him, with her pale nordic skin and outlandish clothing. He was strangely drawn to her forward, fun-loving personality, so different from the accepted norm back home. He had a feeling she would distract him from his mission for his entire stay here. Which could be quite awhile. He smiled slightly as she stroked her hair. My name is Aristides, by the way. He told her without thinking. When she gave him new clothing, he thanked her and asked to find somewhere to change. He wasn't sure he desired privacy all that much, but he had to contact his people. When he found the door to the forward berth, he quickly selected that spot as his place to change. Thanking her again for the clothes, he went inside and touched the communicator. Come in. This is Aristides. He told them, and updated them on his situation. Their orders were simple Obtain info from her. It was what he'd been sent her to do, after all. In the mean time, they would start preparing a re-calibrated world-jumper to come for him. He stored his communicator, and the gun in the storage cabinets, and left. He brought his old wet clothing out with him, seeking somewhere to dry it in the open air. Aristides knew his first priority was finding out about this cold war and the military powers involved. He also knew though, that he would have to be patient, and focus more on building a rapport with the woman. He found her on the deck and greeted her. He stretched his arms out, presenting his new outfit. He felt a little bit silly in it, and wanted to see if she found it comical as well. Truth be told, they were more comfortable and casual than what he was used to.