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Thread: Time Cops and Robbers (Shinobi20599 and iridium248)

Oh God, this was what had got her into so much trouble the last time - She totally shouldn't have let those shots be distributed, she knew they'd resurface at the worst possible moment...But here and now, it was worth it! When his ship actually tilted, when his jaw came this close to dropping as her ogled her, a hot surge of satisfaction shot up the luscious brunette's spine... And more than just satisfaction-! Her hands off the controls, Alexis's slim fingers cupped those luscious tits, lifting them just so...Her mewl purring from deep, deep within, her zipper sliding down even more, all the way to her navel-! She bit her lip, her back arching just so as she felt her nipples stiffen - She couldn't believe she was doing this. She couldn't believe she was putting on a show for the sector's biggest scumbag- More - She was getting into it. For one moment, the flashing lights, the throb of the engines didn't matter...All that mattered was that roving gaze, the hot pulse of arousal that tingling beneath her creamy skin, her slim fingers pinching her nipples, drawing a hiss from the very core of her being - Her gaze locking with his, those luscious orbs jiggling in time to each slight motion, only dimly aware that her ship was getting closer, closer...! But then it was her time to gasp. Maybe she didn't get to see his face, but...As that throbbing member swayed before her, so hard, so thick, the sound she made was entirely unfeigned! The luscious officer was leaning forward, just so - Her creamy thighs squeezing together, her sleek throat working as she swallowed hard...Her eyes sliding up, up and over every inch of his - Her lips parting to shape her answer...! Warning! Unstable Time Rift! What- Oh, no. Oh, no. This was bad - Alexis fumbled with her costume, yanking the zipper back up as her hands flew to the controls System, analyze the...! Core, she couldn't even look at it! The rift was rippling, churning so fast - A swirling morass that hurt the eye as it drew it, even as the perp's ship seemed to slip , thrusters flaring as it turned...But with the slow, ponderous inevitability of a glacier, it sank into the rift- Oh my God . Alexis could feel her heart stop, in her chest. This was...absolutely the worst case scenario. The past. He'd gone to the past. Her chief was going to have her head for this...! Nightmare scenarios swirled before her eyes, and all she could see - all she could think about - was the next Temporal Crash, and how she was going to explain it... Unless she stopped him. She had to-! System - Take us in, she murmured, a chill shooting through her...Gritting her teeth, as her cruiser boosted towards the rift...! Oh, this was going to be bad...But she had to go after him, now! The Old West ... Now, if only she'd known what she was getting herself into-!
Thread: Time Cops and Robbers (Shinobi20599 and iridium248)

While Officer Sinclaire's TVA cruiser was engineered to withstand the temporal stress of time travel, going through an unstable rift created by a prototype device was another matter entirely. It emerged on the other side in much worse shape than it went in, with scorch marks streaked across its exterior and arcs of electricity sparking from the panels within. The multitude of system failures was summarily announced by the ship's computer. Warning! Propulsion system offline! Warning! Maneuvering thrusters offline! Warning! Communications system offline! The vehicle emerged from the sky with a plume of white smoke trailing behind it and a sea of thick, green forest beneath it. Branches shattered into splinters as the ship dipped beneath the canopy, helping to slow its descent as it hurtled forwards before the inevitable law of gravity brought the ship to the ground, leaving a deepening trench in the earth half a mile long. Fortunately, the crash landing looked worse on the outside than it was on the inside. The ship's computer seemed largely intact, and the cracked navigation monitor displayed the current time and location. Location Colima, California, United States of America. Date September 2, 1850 It didn't take long for the ship's computer to analyze the situation and issue another ominous warning message. Warning! Divergent timeline detected! Residual chroniton particle dispersion pattern indicates previous temporal disturbance occurred 2 years prior to current date. A reminder of the Temporal Variance Authority's guidelines then appeared on the display. Minimize Temporal Footprint acquire period clothing abide by local laws and customs avoid contact with historical figures Located near the edge of the woods on top of a hill, the area around the ship's crash site was eerily quiet. A modest wooden cabin could be seen at the tree line, with a dirt path leading down the hill. There were no signs that the cabin was occupied, other than a dusty orange union suit hanging from a clothesline outside. At the foot of the hill was a small town that looked like it had seen better days. Far to the west, dark clouds swirled around high mountains as an unnatural green lightning intermittently struck at its peak.
Thread: Time Cops and Robbers (Shinobi20599 and iridium248)

The orange union suit appeared to have belonged to a tall and skinny man, although since it was made of cotton, it would stretch to fit anyone curvier, though it certainly would be very form fitting. As a one-piece article of clothing, buttons in the front would allow the wearer to step into it, and a flap in the back would allow the wearer to do their business without removing it, but this union suit was missing one of the buttons on the rear flap, leaving it hanging halfway open. The air around the cabin at the edge of the woods was eerily quiet, yet as Officer Sinclaire began to undress, she would feel as if someone was watching her. But whoever it was, they had no intention of making their presence known. The cabin itself had no lock on the door, although there was a plank of wood that could be used to barricade it from the inside. But being unoccupied at the time, the cabin was left unsecured. The few rooms it had were furnished austerely. In the kitchen, there was a stovepipe oven along with a homemade wooden table and three chairs, though it seemed unlikely the small cabin could house three people. The threadbare bed in the the next room was conceivably large enough for two. The third room was ostensibly a bath, though where the tub might have been was instead a pale silhouette on the floor. In the corner, however, was a rudimentary shower connected by copper pipes to a long, cast iron hand pump, which was presumably connected to the same groundwater supply as the bucket well outside. The entire design might have been lauded as ingenious for the times, if it weren't for the impracticality of showering and pumping water simultaneously. Outside the cabin, in the dirt was a set of tracks, made by a cart of some kind, starting from further up in the hills and leading down towards the town at the foot of the hills. From the cabin, the saloon and general store were clearly visible, as well as an inn, a gunsmith, a church, and a sheriff's office.
Thread: Time Cops and Robbers (Shinobi20599 and iridium248)

Well, it's better than nothing... They definently hadn't discovered synthetic or smart fabrics yet! The union suit felt scratchy against her skin...And so very, very tight, as she fastened it in place - Only to realize that one of the buttons was missing-! The lovely Officer's slim eyebrows rose...She was definently going to need to find something better, and soon - Or she'd be going everywhere with that shapely behind of hers hanging out-! Her skin tingled, as she slipped into her new costume...She could feel eyes on her, but no matter how she looked - She didn't see anyone. Or anything , really. A little hiss thrummed from her silky throat, as she gave the cabin a quick once-over...From the look of things, the occupant simply wasn't home - The tracks lead right into town, as Alexis had expected! Hmmmm... She ran slim fingers through her midnight hair, those full lips curving in a thoughtful pout - Alexis was in a very, very bad situation. Normally, she'd prefer to avoid contact to minimize any disturbance to the flow of time...But in this case, it was impossible. Her vehicle was disabled, and the perp had a two-year head start on her... -All she could do was to hope to minimize her impact! Though she wouldn't know what was important or not...! For a start, she'd head for the church! That should be a good place to request help...Right? At the very least, it'd help her scout out the mood of the area...Or at least get some clothes!
Thread: Time Cops and Robbers (Shinobi20599 and iridium248)

The exterior of the small wooden church was not as white as it used to be, nor were the pews as full on Sundays as they once were. Today, it was completely empty, which was not unusual for a weekday, save for the pastor, an exceedingly short and incredibly old-looking man, dressed in a black buttoned cassock. Standing near the entrance, he slowly turned around in surprise at the sound of someone coming. A visitor! his voice crackled as he squinted up at Officer Sinclaire when the doors parted. What is it that you need, my child? Come, let me have a look at you, the old man reached upwards with his hand, intending to cup her cheek, but instead found a soft breast in his palm. Oh my, you're a chubby one, aren't you? he chuckled as he gave it a few pats then a tender squeeze and a shake. The old man was blind as a bat! On the left side of the altar there was a wooden confessional booth with thick doors on each side rather than the curtains that some confessionals used. In a town like this, privacy was a necessity for anyone who needed to spill their secrets. On the right side of the altar in the corner of the room was a small wooden box with a slit on top for donations. The lid was secured by a simple latch and padlock. Beside the box was another door leading to a back room.
Thread: Time Cops and Robbers (Shinobi20599 and iridium248)

So much for being seen . Office Sinclaire had steeled herself for all kinds of probing questions...The Church of the Universal Truth's chaplains the most popular religion in Union space were pretty good at what they did - And she'd a sinking feeling that their precusors wouldn't be any easier to deal with! She needn't have worried! My apologies for intruding, Father, she said - A little too formally! I'm here for...Oh-! And a little gasp pealed from her lips, as his questing hand closed on her breast...And squeezed! Not out of any lechery, but in a good-natured, rather doddering way... Blind as a bat. Figures. ...R, right, she offered, by way of answer - Her slim shoulders lifting in a little shrug. Well...At least news of her arrival would be delayed...For a little while longer. I just need to borrow some clothes...Would you happen to know where I might find some? The lovely brunette patted herself down - No, no currency. They still used semi-precious metals and paper at this point of time, didn't they-? Things were so much more convenient when they switched to the noospheric Standard...She'd never carried a wallet in her life, except when she'd been patrolling the pre-Unity slums! -Ah, I'd leave a donation, but...I don't have any money on me-
Thread: Time Cops and Robbers (Shinobi20599 and iridium248)

Clothes, eh? the old man opened an eye to peer at her, but didn't seem to get any better of a look since he still addressed her breast as if it was her head. Did you lose every last penny at that filthy casino too? He shook his head and shrugged as he turned around and slowly shuffled towards the back room and motioned for her to follow. Well, you wouldn't be the first one. But you might be in a bit of luck in coming here. It seems perhaps a bit of divine providence that Sister Catherine left behind one of her nun habits before moving on from this place. I don't know if it would fit you, being that she was such a tiny thing. The old man raised his hand to a height even shorter than his own, which already was rather short to begin with. And skinny too, not like you dear, he remarked about Alexis's weight, still being under the impression she must be a bit plump given her chubby cheeks. The back room was sparsely decorated with a desk and a simple mattress on the floor as a bed. The nun habit in question was neatly folded on a bookshelf in the corner. It wouldn't be until she unfolded it that she would find out how small it really was. The bottom of the robe was intended to reach the floor, but with Alexis's lithesome legs, it might very well end above the knee! Oh, and you won't be needing the headdress, the old man told her with a wag of his finger. We wouldn't want people to go around confusing you as a nun, now would we? He then turned around and left the back room, closing the door behind him, to give Alexis some privacy to try it on. Do you have a place to stay? he asked her in a voice loud enough to be heard through the door. I'm sorry, but there's no room here. I suppose the inn doesn't take too kindly to freeloaders, but there is that nice young man who lives in a cabin on the hill just outside of town. Maybe he'd take you in. He's a lonely fella', that one. The old man added under his breath, Maybe even lonely enough to take a shine to a chubby girl like you. He continued again in his normal voice, His name escapes me at the moment, but I'm sure you can make the introductions yourself.
Thread: Time Cops and Robbers (Shinobi20599 and iridium248)

Blind as a bat, indeed. Officer Sinclaire would've rolled her eyes, but she risked having them fall out of her head at this rate! Casino? she echoed - No, Father...I'm not the gaming type. Besides, I just got here... Still, explanations wouldn't matter quite as much, as she ducked into the room beyond...As the luscious brunette's gaze fell on the habit! A sigh of relief purred from her lips - Well, at least she'd be properly clad. For a certain value of 'properly', at any rate! Fabric rustled, as the old man turned away...Undoing her union suit, the cool air caressing her creamy skin! Not for the first time, Alexis couldn't help but wonder... ...What have I got myself into-? Her only hope was keeping a low profile - But from the look of things, that wouldn't be possible. Maybe - Just maybe - it wouldn't matter as much. History, at this point in time, was poorly-charted...Official records were spotty, not that anyone ever bothered to check. Whatever chronal variance that took place here...As long as she kept it to an acceptable level, perhaps it'd all play out the same in the end. Time, as they say, finds a way... Well - Assuming she got her hands on the Chameleon. Whatever he might be up to, it couldn't be good...If he'd already been here for two years, what was he delaying his departure for-? Surely, he would've been there and gone before she arrived... Unless he can't. Unless he's stuck here- ...Or if he's found something that's worth his time... Neither possibility was reassuring. The nun's habit clung to Alexis's shapely curves like a second skin - the hem falling to just beneath her thighs, her stocking-sheathed legs crossing with a supple scrape! She tried the headdress, then shook her head...Placing it back down on the bed! Hmmm... she murmured, turning this way and that - Her eyes narrowing just so, a little chuckle teased from her lips! It was very, very tight indeed...Clearly meant for a woman shorter and less endowed than the gorgeous officer! ...On the hill-? Alexis echoed - So that was the owner of the suit she'd 'acquired'! She'd be sure to return it to him...She was definitely going to want to speak to that man. After all, staying outside of town was a good way to avoid excessive complications...Though if she wanted any progress, she was going to have to plunge into the meet of things! I'll speak to him as soon as I get the chance, Father - You can count on that! This - Thank you for the clothes, she'd say, fingering the fabric lightly - She was still broke, though. Still unarmed and under-equipped! Well, she'd have to work on that next... The saloon looked like a likely place to visit...! Some things never changed, whatever the era...And if you were going to do police work, you definitely had to visit the low places-!
Thread: The Light Surrounding Us (Quantum Tangle x OffToTheRaces)

Had Althea asked as many questions during her tutoring lessons as she did to her Father, she would be the highest Scholar of the Age. Since she could speak, she had a constant string of questions and queries, almost exclusively for the Teryn and his going abouts. What was he doing? Who was he meeting with? Why were they important? Could she go with him? What would they be talking about? What did this do? How does that work? And so on and so forthHer Fathers word was above and beyond any others. Andraste herself could speak to the girl and she would look to Bryce for affirmation instead. Eleanor had resolved some time ago to accept this fixation between her daughter and her husband, knowing in part the childhood tendencies of clinging towards one parent, but moreso that the adoration was more than mutual. Althea was ever his shadow, and Bryce seemed to ensure, even indirectly, that the moments without his pup were few and far between. The Teryna was grateful for their closeness, though she knew how tightly the young girl had her Father wrapped around her finger and how easily she could slip back into his graces. She had been certain to mention this to her husband before their departure to the cabin. Sure enough, the pieces of her heart that had been wracked with guilt had all but healed over after a night curled up at Bryces side. With youthful verve renewed and past discretion's all but buried, she shrieked in delight as her Fathers strong arms gathered her up. Quickly her hands pushed against his chest, trying to fend him off as she writhed underneath his fingers. She had expected the attack to last longer, fully prepared to try and wedge her long legs up between them to give herself space to reach for one of the pillows again but her Fathers sigh alerted her attention, tilting her head as he withdrew from the bed. Dark eyes curiously wandered over him, appraising faded scars, the origin stories of which she was all too familiar. This was not the first morning she had jumped into his bed to wake him, and it was not the first time she had seen him partially clothed. As a child she had run her fingers over the marks from the war and asked him with innocent distress if they still pained him. Packed and ready! She responded keenly, nearly leaping out of the bed, turning her attention from her Fathers back to the floor, searching for his boots. The sooner he dressed, the sooner they could be outside. For a shadow, she yearned to have the sun on her face. Is it by the lake? She asked ,curiosity peaked by a potential surprise. Finding his boots next to one of their bags near the door, she quickly retrieved them, keeping them close against her chest as she carried them back across the room. Can we go swimming today?
Thread: The Light Surrounding Us (Quantum Tangle x OffToTheRaces)

There had been numerous occasions where Fergus, winded and flustered by his younger sisters spritely energy and nimble talents, had jested that she was not truly a Cousland, but an Elven child switched with the real Althea at birth. Her slight figure allowed her to tread lightly, whether during a hunt or behind unsuspecting victims of her childish schemes to send someone into fright, to dodge blows during sparing and of course, help her to secure an impossible spot to hide. She had once spent the better half of the day curled up above the cabinets in the kitchen, tucked into the corner out of sight while a bewildered Nathaniel searched the entire castle. Her Mother often lamented that Bryces petname for their daughter should be kitten, not pup, but for all her feline like qualities, Althea certainly carried the loyalty of the Ferelden dog lords. And now, as she watched her father dress, she regarded him with those deeply infatuated puppy eyes. Propping herself on the edge of the bed, she crossed her legs beneath her, holding onto her ankles so she could gently rock in place initially to suppress her own eagerness and show her Father that she was listening. Those bright eyes however flickered defensively when the conversation turned towards something that sounded vaguely like her Mothers lectures. Responsibilitythe lessons of womanhoodServiceHusbands. Tempted to scowl, Althea maintained a neutral expression well as neutral as a teenager could possibly keep their displeasure - brows furrowed as she averted her gaze to the ground. In that moment, she recalled why exactly theyd come to the Cabin in the first place. Her glee to spend time alone with her Father had dismissed any thoughts of Rendon Howe and his ridiculousness asidebut now as Bryce spoke, all she could think of was the smell of the perfumed scent of the candles in the Chantry on Fergus wedding day, and how tightly his bride had clung to her parents when theyd left from Highever. Before her thoughts could dwell, her Father had lifted her face to look towards him again. Altheas fingers tensed around her ankles, stilling briefly under his touch comforted by the rough warmth of his hands, despite how his words pierced at her heart. Her lips pursed together tightly, watching him closely as he moved towards the door. She was on her feet before he had even finished his beckon, fire on her heels that burned straight up through her tongue. I shouldnt have to leave my home. Theres plenty of room in the castle! And why is everyone talking about this now! Fergus wasnt wed until last year !