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Thread: Time After Time (smallandgoode)

Jane Grey was walking through the forest looking for fruit and some wildflowers to press and sell when He came across a man. She bent down and looked upon his handsome face, noticing his strange clothing, she realised that left out here he may be killed and his beautiful garments stolen so she took it upon herself to take him home. Once home she lay him on her bed and fetched him so bread and cheese and a glass of her father's finest ale. She took up a rocking chair beside him and while he slept she pressed the flowers she had found in the forest.
Thread: Time After Time (smallandgoode)

Aaron came to. But he did not open his eyes. He remained in his position and used his ears, nose and sense of touch to take in information. He smelled fresh bread near him and heard...was that a rocking chair moving? He was able to slide his right hand down to his right thigh and felt the comforting feeling of his hard shell, Blackhawk SERPA holster and the Glock .40. The cool sheets of a bed were under him. How the fuck did I get here? he thought silently. There was a flutter of cloth coming from his side. His first thought was someone was moving. With almost supernatural speed he rolled out of the bed while at the same time drawing his side arm. He scanned the room he was in. He saw his pack and hard case containing the computer and remote beacon which allowed him to signal operations of his current location on the time line. All of the equipment had enough battery power to last him a year so if he could get to his equipment he could signal operations and send them a message advising of the current situation. He also saw his rifle. Scanning around he finally saw her. She was now staring wide eyed at him. She could not be more than 18 years old. She was also stunningly beautiful. Where the fuck am I? He whispered He kept the pistol in tight but still presented it to the young woman. In his best command voice he demanded, Year...What year is it?
Thread: Time After Time (smallandgoode)

Why good sir you're in Buckinghamshire and the year is 1579 I look up at you with big beautiful brown eyes and you cam see that I'm not at all fazed please have some bread I gesture to the table which holds fresh bread and cheese. I lift up my skirts and and stand up holding my hand out to you in welcome.
Thread: Time After Time (smallandgoode)

Aaron was thrown off his game. He did not expect the young woman to show absolutely no fear. She was definitely brave. Why good sir you're in Buckinghamshire and the year is 1579 she said Aarons brain began buzzing at warp speed. Damn it! Aaron thought to himself. He now was wishing he had paid more attention in his World History class during his sophomore year. Holy Shit! his brain screamed at him. I have got to get my gear and call operations. He was going to need historical help Aaron thought. The operations center had a team of historians on call to assist the time jumpers. It was necessary to not do anything to disrupt the time line. Aaron had no knowledge of 16th century England. He easily could screw up something and, in theory, cause the complete obliteration of the universeat least that was what the scientist had told him in training. When she said, please have some bread Aaron again focused on the young womans face. Her radiant brown eyes had a twinkle in them and they were making Aaron lose his tactical edge. He studied her. She had creamy white skin that Aaron imagined was satin smooth and soft. Without even realizing it he had lowered his pistol. The smell of the bread now made his stomach growl. He looked where she had indicated and slowly moved towards the food. He holstered his pistol. Still standing, Aaron ate the bread. He did not realize exactly how hungry he was and began to feed on the bread and cheese. He looked up at the young woman and asked in what he hoped was a non-threatening tone, I am called Aaron. What is your name?
Thread: Time After Time (smallandgoode)

Jane Grey Grey good sir I smile at you innocently and say I must tell my mother that that you are awake I smile to myself feeling lucky to have this strange yet handsome young man in my house. I wonder wonder where you've come from as I close the door. My pretty cheeks warm with the blush of having someone study me so intently still there. I come in a few moments later having told her I see you looking worried and ask what is wrong
Thread: Time After Time (smallandgoode)

I was desperately trying to remember the name Jane Grey. For some reason I feel she was important. Damn! I should have paid more attention in my sophomore year. I think. I must tell my mother that that you are awake she said to me. That can't be good. The less contact I have with period humans the better. There would be less chance of making a mistake and causing a complete and total implosion of the known universe...or at least that was what the scientists had taught in the training. I had to get to the computer in my case and make contact with operations. I boot up the computer and deploy the microburst transmitter. When the link is established I type, Baseplate, this is Redeye...BROKEN ARROW, I say again, BROKEN ARROW. I believe I am in the year 1579. Target X-Ray has not been prosecuted and is in this time. I may have been in contact with an ALPHA 1 priority person, Jane Grey. Send all information. I will attempt to locate Target X-Ray and prosecute that target. I will attempt further contact in 2 hours, Redeye out. I break down the equipment and stow it. I am doing a functions check on my rifle when she returns. I study the young woman. Her beauty is timeless. She would be a total hottie in 2018 just as she is in 1579. I now feel the urge to see her naked, on her bed. Her question snaps me out of the spell her beauty has put me under. I say, Ma'am, I have come a very far away land. A very evil person from my land is here in Buckinghamshire. I must find him and arrest him. If you could help in any way I would be in your debt. Grozda Sokoloff knew he was way off. He was dressed as an ancient Egyptian and was clearly in medieval England. He wondered into a small villiage. He made contact with the leader of the village and told the story of being from a distant land and that he was looking for an evil warlock who was in the land to do the devils work. He is called Aaron and should not be approached by any single person. When he felt he had scared the stupid ancients he demanded food and a woman...or boy for his satisfaction. The village seemed to be in an uproar of the devils disciple in their land and were grateful enough to provide Sokoloff with plenty of food and a young boy who he took into a hut after he had eaten...
Thread: Time After Time (smallandgoode)

I listen intently to your infirmation and smile oh an adventure! Well im sure that i could help, im going into the village anyway so i could look for him if you describe what ge looks like to me. Would you like anything while im gone? When you've given your answer and a detailed description of what he looks like i walk out the room and down the stairs, making my way to the village. When i get there people ate discussing the visitor with strange clothing, when i hear yoyr name i turn. I tell some that i have seen Aaron and that he is not dangerous and could they let others know this man they're treating so well ks the one to be wary of. I finish my shopping and start to leave but not before Sokoloff emerges, he watches me, feeling a desire for me, making hjs way to folliw me.
Thread: Time After Time (smallandgoode)

I explain to her that Grozda Sokoloff is an old man with a pocked marked face. I tell her that he should be wearing a white robe and dressed as Moor. I am hoping she will understand what I am talking about. I tell her further that he is extremely dangerous and to stay away from him if she sees him. I say, Jane, you must come get me immediately if you find him. I tell her that I do not need anything and once she leaves I break out my equipment again. I have received a message regarding the history. I let out a heavy sigh when I read. I learn that Jane was the granddaughter of King Henry the VII. Jane would become Queen of England for only 9 nine days before she is arrested and charged with high treason. According to the scientists, in their timeline, Jane Grey was beheaded in 1574. Oh Fuck ME!! I say loudly. There has already been a major anomaly in the time line. The ramifications could be deadly. I begin loading my equipment. I now had to go to the village and try to find Sokoloff and kill him. Once everything is ready, I push out. Sokoloff was continuing to preach to all that would hear him. The devil was in their land and needed to be exterminated. Soon he is mingling in the market. He manages to trade some gold coin for period dress. As he is roaming he sees her. The young beauty was stunning. He would have her. He follows her. When the time is right, he moves up and takes her forcefully at the back of her neck. Hello, young miss. I want you to accompany me. He begins maneuvering her to an adjacent stable. He knew he was going to enjoy taking this woman and he hoped she resisted.
Thread: Time After Time (smallandgoode)

As I feel the hand on the back of my neck, I know it's him instantly wanting to scream but knowing he'll hurt her if she were to do so. She feels him throw her down on the floor and close the door to the stable. The joke is on him however as she is more accustomed to this way of life and so she runs up the ladder to the top of the stable and throws down the ladder before he's even turned round. He looks shocked and looks around for her. Meanwhile Jane prays that Aaron finds her, terrified out of her wits. She accidentally knocks the ladder as she repositions herself and it falls to the floor, she closes her eyes, cursing herself as she hears him rush to the ladder seeing it hit the floor of where she is and hearing him climb up, she pushes back into the shadows as far as she can. Her heart thundering.
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Thread: Natural Born Killers (Yuna & TomC1307's 1x1)

Michael peeked out of the window as Angelique Robertson approached. He recognised her instantly from the picture he had been given. His mission had been to find out everything he could about her, her details, friends, contacts and then he was to make her disappear. He had wiped everything else, her driving licence, he had even handed her job resignation in, claiming she had to move to Washington. As far as anyone knew she no longer existed. Now all that was left was to terminate her and destroy the body. Michael wore black jeans and a white shirt that was tucked in. Over that was a simple but smart jacket, from within which he drew his pistol and silencer. He attached the silencer and watched his target approach, contemplating his life. He had worked for the Agency for as long as he could remember. It was his life and he had not other memories, no other skills. He never once stopped to contemplate why he did what he did or who the people were that he killed. He just completed the job as cleanly as possible and received a nice fat pay check at the end of the day. Apparently that was reason enough for him. He had never met any other agents and even if he had he probably wouldn't recognise them. Michael was just an ordinary looking twenty four year old man. He had short sandy brown hair and piercing green eyes. His body was well toned from working out so much, but that was it. He assumed the other agents were all similar in their inconspicuousness. There was a jangling of keys in the front door and Michael was yanked back to his current situation. He heard the door open and felt a slight breeze before the door slammed shut. He raised his pistol as the door to the kitchen. ready to shoot. He saw the door knob turn slowly before the door opened and time seemed to slow down. Angelique walked through the door, looking down and Michael noticed the wires of an MP3 player trailing down to her coat pocket. He felt a strange pang of familiarity as he studied her unclose, distracting his aim. He squeezed the trigger and the gun kicked back, but the bullet simply smashed into the wall next to his target.
Thread: Natural Born Killers (Yuna & TomC1307's 1x1)

Angelique Robertson PicsDeandra2.jpg PicsDeandra2.jpg Her heart couldn't help but pound slightly as she opened the front door. It'd been like her instincts tried to take over and say for her to be more careful. But the front door was able to be opened and quickly shut. A few light pants passed her lips as she shook her head and chuckled softly at herself. Her feet slowly guided her to the kitchen some caffeine would calm her down. It was her anti-drug of sorts. Tch, look at yourself. Worked up over nothing ... She murmured, running a finger through black locks. She made a temporary stop at the mantle near the front door to turn her MP3 player off and pull it out from her blue jeans pocket then set it down. Angelique let her hands rest on the steady, wooden surface to keep herself mostly calm. Next to her MP3 player, the light jingling was heard as keys were set beside the musical device. She went completely silent, as if to go into her 'keen senses' mode of sorts. Even for a human, she would be able to hear almost anything. Glancing around a few times, she saw nothing. But why did she not feel satisfied? Like she still wasn't alone? Her head shook in annoyance. Her feet began to re-guide her towards the kitchen though now while in mid-walk, she began to remove the hoodie from around herself. Underneath was a crimson tank top with rather thin straps that barely covered her shoulders. And upon those - and some were hinted on her back - were an array of tattoos. This girl was clearly not afraid of needles or many sharp things it suggested it would take much more than holding a simple blade to her to scare or unnerve her. She'd been going towards the refrigerator and though she didn't hear it, the sight of something flying out of the corner of her eye was noted. She didn't think, just let her instincts fully take over as she pulled her own pistol out and sure enough, the thing she had indeed seen was a bullet hole. She quickly turned, no longer exposing her back to Michael. Who's there? You've all but exposed yourself being here ... now let me see the person who caused this bullet to fly into my wall. Her blue eyes began to dart around, doubting they'd actually comply. So she would need to find them before they were able to fire again. Her eyes tried to trace where the bullet source should be coming from, beginning to look toward the area. Her heart raced more but despite the slight fears, she didn't dare let them show on her face or eyes. No ... the second she did that , she would definitely end up dead.
Thread: Natural Born Killers (Yuna & TomC1307's 1x1)

Michael remained silent, still aiming the gun at the woman. What was it about this woman that was so familiar? Why had it made him miss? He contemplated these things as he watched her look around for him. As he aimed down the sights of his pistol he knew that he could easily kill her, yet he couldn't bring himself to pull the trigger. Instead he snapped his aim to her gun and fired. His bullet hit her gun, knocking it from her hand. He allowed himself a brief moment of pride. He had always been good with guns. It had been his signature weapon for as long as he could remember and he could take apart and put back together any weapon blindfolded, and he could hit the smallest of targets from nearly any range. He snapped back to reality as the gun clattered to the floor, wasting no time, he leapt across the room, closing the distance between the two of them. And then in one fluid motion he struck out with his left hand, knocking his target out. He wasted no time in tying Angelique before studying her close up. She was definitely an intriguing woman, and the more he looked he began to feel a strange attraction. He shook it off and made a quick decision. He lifted her up and carried her to his car, which was parked round the back of her house. He would take her back to one of his safe houses and interrogate her. If in fact they did know each other then perhaps she could tell him things about himself, who he was. These were all things that he wondered but he was never allowed to know them. But as he placed her in the boot of his car he couldn't help but hope that she could answer these questions. And another part of him hoped that they were more than just friends. By the time they reached Michael's safe house it was dark, and the moon cast a silvery peal on their surroundings. His safe house was a small cabin nestled in a small forest. He went t the boot and opened it to find the woman inside still unconscious, surprisingly. He carried her inside and placed her in a wooden chair. He tied her to it and waited for her to wake up as he surveyed the room. it had been a long time since he'd been here. On the left wall was an oven, sink and other kitchen amenities and cupboards. There was also a small round dinning table. On the other side of the room was a living area, with a sofa, tv and several bookcases. Behind where Angelique sat was a wooden door that lead to the bedroom.
Thread: Natural Born Killers (Yuna & TomC1307's 1x1)

Angelique Robertson PicsDeandra2.jpg PicsDeandra2.jpg A low gasp of shock passed Angelique's lips. Whoever was wielding the other gun had damn good aim ... the person was anything but an amateur. She scoffed in annoyance, glaring down at her weapon that was now upon the ground. Her hand had barely finished gripping the handle before she felt a harsh blow against the back of her neck. Her eyes widened and a low gasp mingled in with a groan left as her body fell forward. The last thoughts were inward curses on the bastard resorting to such a cheap tactic -- sneaking up behind her like that. Oh she was furious! And it'd only get worse when she woke up. As her blue orbs began to open, the first thing she noted was it was dark the moonlight outside practically spelled that much out. And then the surroundings around her, including the utilities and such. Next was herself and the feeling of .... something restraining her. Glancing down, she found herself bound to the chair she was sitting in. Tch, lucky prick. If only I could reach my pocket .... She could feel her switchblade still in her pocket. Thankfully, he hadn't bothered to check her for that, at least. Still, it would do no good if she couldn't grab it either. She would wait. After all, he couldn't be around her 247. Eventually, he would need sleep. He ... right? And that was the final thing her eyes found what was likely to be the prick who snuck upon her and knocked her out. Furious blue eyes narrowed as she glared at the man. So .... mind explaining what the hell this is all about, hm? She asked, not even daring to bother hiding how annoyed she was with him.
Thread: Sorcerer's Conquest

Syndralig looked out over his dark citadel. It was still largely new and he could still look out where the once barren environment was starting to grow again with a lush eerie green color. The sorcerer smiled flexing his fingers around his obsidian and dark red staff as he sat on the throne. This region, known as Atla was his first true conquest since he had revealed himself. In short order three small kingdoms and a theocratic society had been razed by his power and his growing army, a hellish lot full of dark soldiers and even darker daemons under his control. The sorcerer stood six three, his skin was warmly tanned and exuded a mystical red energy at times when he connected with his god. His robes were black and red with the occasional purple accent and his black hair was still short from when he had shaved it prior to his reveal. His eyes were warm and inviting as a summer smile and he was said to have the power to charm entire armies to his course. But for the moment he was collecting himself for his next move. The planet was large, far bigger than Atla and it's farms and mines. Syndralig meant to rule the planet and unearth every secret and power at his disposal. He would be the one king and without challenge or equal. But winter was arriving and his current enemies were subdued and begging for mercy. The rest would wait as he bid his time. During such time his councilors had spoken about seeding heirs for the three kingdoms he had acquired and so from each kingdom a girl was being brought forward to serve as his slave and eventual wife. Syndralig had no need for children or heirs as of yet, his had given him much already but it didn't mean he was any stranger or opposite to carnal pleasures, in fact he reveled in them as was the design of his master. So in the half built throne room of his Citadel Karlaon he waited continued watching the construction of his palace while his offerings were brought to him.
Thread: The Hunters [Modern Fantasy, Killdozer & erinkate424}

The day was calm, cloudy but not raining, a mild temperature. Typical noises came from in the city, sounds of cars and traffic, people moving about as they went through the schedules of their day. Nothing seemed out of place or odd, just a regular day to all of the regular people going about their regular days. That was, of course, how it seemed to the normal people in the city. Other people weren't having such a nice day. A crushing sound came as the body hit the wall, a groan escaping the man that had just been thrown through the air. With a grunt he pulled himself up from the wreckage of the hole he'd just made, glaring out in front of him. A deep, creepy laugh came from down the alley where a tall, human-like creature stood. If he were to describe it to someone, the closest thing would be an ogre or a troll, but pretty damn big. Dusting himself off, the man started walking towards the beast calmly while it continued its approach towards him. I always give them one chance. One chance to go back wherever they came before I deal with them myself. You have now used up that chance, Mr.Ugly. I usually give them a nickname too, and that's yours. Mr.Ugly. Maybe not entirely creative, but I now have a headache and a backache, so you're going to have to deal with it, he said, speaking as the two walked toward each other. The large beast grinned, laughing once more before running forward and sending its fist flying downward toward the ground. The man snapped his finger just before it hit, and smoke then surrounded the fist as it slammed into the ground, forming a small crater. The smoke flowed around its arm and upward, forming above the beast. It became human-shaped, then the man popped back into existence, holding a black-colored blade. He came downward, the sword embedding itself in the back of the creature's neck, dragging down as he fell, leaving a deep gash along the creature's back. It howled, spinning and swiping behind it. Smoke again was all he hit, and the smoke launched at the creature's face. A few minutes later the man walked out of the alley, whistling a tune. Oh, right, he said, giving another snap of his fingers. The aura that seemed to be around him disappeared, and people on the sidewalk glanced over at him as he suddenly appeared to them, shaking their heads and moving on. He joined the flow of people, walking away. The beast, with gashes and stab wounds that killed it, was slowly fading away.