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[Danatales]

Damien's eyes widened, before narrowing to slits at the sight of Lucille's excellent shot with the bow. He could hear one of the alien girls approaching, saying something about hoping they weren't intruding. He snorted, but smirked.

"Nah, you're just in time, actually." His smirk evolved into a small grin, as he took the rifle and started to aim it at the target, "Just in time to see me make a gnarly shot that'll be way more awesome than this girl's!" Teeth clenched, he aimed the rifle, focusing on making his hands not shake as much. He was getting better, mind finally calming his nerves down for once. With a determined stare, he pulled the trigger, and was pleased with how this time he barely stumbled at all from the kick of the gun.

Eager to see where his shot had ended up, Damien squinted. There in the target zone of his mannequins chest area, was indeed a bullet hole. It was small, round, and right on the border of the white and blue rings. Compared to Lucille's arrow, in fact, the two shots would actually be pretty close.

Damien swore quietly, brow furrowing. He'd been hoping for much better than that. At least he was getting better with the rifle; it was starting to feel 'right' in his hands. He still was peeved, though. Being on par with anyone was not his favorite of activities; his true love was being above skill level. Glancing at Lucille, he breathed a laugh, trying to recover, "Mine's still closer to the center."

[The Macintosh Ninja: SOH CAH TOA]

"You drop weapon and beg mercy. Sounds like I win." Eztli said. His sneer became a smile for a brief moment, only to return to the jaguar-like barring of teeth. He even let out a little laugh, though it sounded more like a mix between a grunt and a laugh. "Next time, swing harder. Make them sleep. That way more time to run. Or tie up enemy. Or kill." Eztli picked up the cricket bat and handed it back to Leon.

[Wolstenholme]

"I won't let you beat me!" Lucille replied heartily. She really wanted to show Damien up, it would be a fantastic moment for her and would truly cement her familiarity with the bow. She raised it again and readied another shot. She tried to relax herself, if she got too frustrated about trying to hit the centre she'd just miss terribly. Her shoulders had tensed and she unclenched them and breathed out. She aimed for the point where here arrow had hit last time. She wasn't sure how much closer to the centre it might get.

She loosed the arrow and it flew true towards the target, arching towards the coloured rings. it landed in the middle of the blue section. only slight closer than Damien's. She was getting better every time. She laughed a little but she knew that from her arrow there was only one step closer to the centre that there could be. If his next shot went well then he would hit the red core and probably not stop rubbing in his triumph. "So CLOSE!" she exclaimed. Lucille turned to Damien. "Go on then, take the victory." she motioned to his mannequin and hoped that he might miss and embarrass himself in front of the other girl/alien - Sidia.

((Editing in a little check-in with dear Georgie Boy.))
Villiers carried on walking the corridors without meeting a single person and then he realised that he was going in circles as he kept seeing the same numbers on doors over and over again. He reached long corridor with 'hangars' "0.1" "0.2" and "0.3" on the left hand side for the fourth time and decided that maybe that was where they kept the transportation as there were only three doors on a longer, wider corridor. He imagined that they didn't have horses and carriages like back home but any way out may be better than none. Since he had not seen anyone come out of any of the rooms he thought it would be safe to poke his head around the door to 'hangar' 0.3.

He approached the door, it didn't have a lock and simply opened when he approached it. He was stood in plain view of anyone in the room. Luckily, there was no one and he was met by a wide grey corridor that turned right at the end as if avoiding another corridor. He stepped as quietly as possible down the corridor but every footstep reverberated. When he approached the corner he peered around to see it open out into a giant room. He crept inside quickening his pace. There was not many people about except at the other end of the room who were bumbling sparsely around a largish machine. Would that get him out of here? He began edging slowly around the edge of the room.

[Kpyna]

 "Okay, yeah, you do win this time! But that's just because I didn't want to die before we went on our first mission!" Leon said, cracking a little smile as Blood Coyote became more relaxed. He looked up at the clock. It was just about 8pm, and Leon was incredibly tired. Not only had the medication completely worn off, but he was wiped out from the fight with Eztli. There was no point in staying up. "I'm going to get some rest, though. I look forward to working with you tomorrow," Leon said, walking out of the room with a quick wave in Eztli's direction.

[kindtocrows]

Sidia watched their competition for a minute. They were pretty good. She would have complimented them, but they were a little too quick for her to get a word in. Instead, she decided she'd just get to work and practice.

She looked at the different weapons in the room, trying to decide what to use. There were a lot of guns around, though she wasn't a fan of guns, they were a little too loud for her taste. She found a few knives designed to be thrown and decided to practice with those. She had used such knives many times before, they were her preferred ranged weapon, but it couldn't hurt to practice a little. Maybe she'd try a bow or something after.

She picked up one of the knives and gave it a quick toss to get a feel for the weight. She walked back to the targets and took aim at one of the targets that weren't being used then, without warning, quickly threw it. The knife embedded itself in the target, dead center. She let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. Perhaps she didn't need to practice with knife throwing.

She decided to move on to something else. She picked up a bow and quiver of arrows and went back to the targets. She took a little more time to aim this time, she wasn't too used to bows. She subconsciously held her breath and let the arrow fly. It landed near the inner edge of the ring outside the center. Not as good as with the knife, but passable, she decided. She looked over at the other two to see how they were doing.

[SirBlaziken]

James looks to Sadia and nods, "Well, you have had practice, obviously. Good shot." he says. The soldier takes aim with his knife and throws it. Something distracted him and the soldier missed the target, but embedded itself in the grout in one tile, making him look like a better shot than he was. James stares at his knife, dumbfounded. He feels someone's burning gaze on him.

"Anyone know how that happened?" James asked, walking up and retrieving his knife from the wall. He pulled on it, stuck. James tried again, it was not coming out of the wall. "I think it's stuck." he says. "Can I have some help?" The soldier yanks on it again, it comes out and almost falls, blade first, onto his boot. Luckily, the handle is what makes contact and the knife bounces to the ground. "Never mind!" he says, picking the knife up and dusting his boot off.

James goes back to throwing knives after a while, and he starts getting into a rhythm. The soldier makes a few good shots, and even a bullseye. James always checks the knives every few minute to be sure they they have no knicks in the blades. They were always perfect. "Looks like I have a new weapon to use." he mutters under his breath.

[Kpyna]

((Alright, let's cut this stuff. Timeskip! Feel free to talk about what your characters had been doing until this morning!))

Leon navigated his way down the hall, until he got to rooms that had names written on them. Garath, Eztli, Damien... They weren't in any sort of alphabetical order. He grunted, until he reached the 4th room, located on the right. Wayleon grunted, opening the door, and entering.

The room was basic. Plain walls were painted brown, probably because they were more relaxing than white. However, he could tell that that's all it was. Brown painted onto white, to give him the illusion of being at home before he rested. Leon was about to remove his shirt, when he hear a knock on the door. He pulled it back down under him, and opened the door up with his good hand.

The professor was standing there, with a very slight smile on her face. Pleasant enough, Leon considered, as he opened his mouth to talk. "Hey, what's up?"

"I was in the office, and I was watching the security footage of you fighting Etzli. I noticed your wrist got hurt, and I'm just going to give this to you, so tomorrow your hand won't be hurting. It could potentially tip the balance," she said, opening her palm and shaking a small white pill into it. Leon took it out of her hands. "If you need water to wash that down, there's a small glass in your cupboard," she said, pointing over at the mirror in front of the sink. "And, yes, I saw you slam that bat into him, too. He's getting a pill as well to make sure he doesn't get a concussion." the professor then began to turn around, and walk away from his room, towards her office.

"Uh, thanks!" Leon called after her, but not too high above speaking level. He walked over to the mirror, and pushed on the wooden lining, revealing a cupboard. Leon grabbed the small glass, and filled it with water from the sink below. When his moved his head upwards to swallow the pill, he looked into the cupboard, and found a few elastic hairties. Leon couldn't help but crack a smile, grabbing one, and putting his hair up with it.

As he began to twist the hairtie into his locks, he felt a jolt of pain from his wrist. However, as he continued to tie his hair, he noticed the pain had totally subsided. Leon looked down at his wrist, moving it about. It felt perfect.

Leon decided to continue his undressing ritual, getting down to his undergarments. Even if he wanted to wear pajamas, he felt uncomfortable at the though of getting naked, and dreaded having to do it in the morning. There were probably tiny, invisible cameras pointed all over the place, and he wasn't exactly comfortable with the idea of them being in his room.

He got into bed, and closed his eyes. Despite his feelings of apprehension, Leon renounced his state of being awake almost immediately.

PRESENT TIME: 3:00 AM

A loud, blaring alarm shook Leon into awareness. It was reminiscent of the sound of a nuclear bomb alarm, with its high-pitched reverberations. The siren pierced the silent airwaves. Leon opened his door, confused and afraid as to what exactly was going on. Being in a daze, he opened his door, and popped his head outside. Nothing appeared to be wrong, although red lights were flashing down the hallway. The crackle of an intercom came on, loudly announcing over the sirens.

"All travelers, please dress yourselves and report outside of your room immediately. I repeat: Everybody, please dress yourselves and report outside of your room immediately." The professor's familiar voice said. The voice sounded calm enough, although there was a slightly detectable hint of panic in it. Leon put his head back in, closed the door, and immediately began dressing himself in one of his duplicate outfits.

When he was finished, Leon opened his door, and stepped outside of his room, waiting to see what was going on. His heart was pounding, and his stomach was in knots. What had happened?

[Danatales]

Damien grinned viciously at the sight of Lucille's near miss. His next shot had to hit the bullseye with this luck! "Don't mind if I do, princess." he winked at the girl, before aiming his rifle with as much care as he possibly could. He lined up with the red bullseye, smirking wildly. Hopefully Lucille wouldn't be too sore when he bested her at their little shooting game.

Clipper, meanwhile, was growing rather excited with the clash between Etzli and Leon. Such displays of strength got him absolutely pumped, he couldn't help but express his excitement. Fluffing his feathers up the crow hopped atop a steel counter, giving a loud 'CAW!' of a cheer. Said caw was loud enough to reverberate into the shooting range, catching Damien entirely off guard. With a yelp he staggered forward, finger tensing around the trigger and shooting the rifle 100% before he was ready. Catching himself and standing up, the startled rockstar squinting, spying where his shot had ended up: several inches up from the bullseye, more in the area of the mannequin's chin.

Damien clenched his teeth tightly, feeling his cheeks flare up in embarrassment and frustration. He'd messed up and missed horrendously. Worse, it wasn't his fault! Turning to Lucille, he licked his lips and pointed at her, "We aren't gonna talk about this." Combing fingers through his hair, he tossed the rifle on the counter, before turning and stomping out of the shooting range before she could reply. Now far too embarrassed to interact with anyone else, Damien decided to hole away in his room and quickly tore down the hallway to do so.

***
The rest of Damien's evening and night was uneventful. He jumped into bed quickly after getting into his room, thanking every deity he could think of that there weren't that many people in the shooting range when he'd botched up his last shot. What a mess! Thankfully, once sleep came to him, his feelings of panicked shame faded away.

They were, however, replaced with panicked shock as, at 3AM, a loud alarm practically knocked him out of bed. Hair everywhere in his face, Damien stumbled around. Are we being attacked? He thought wildly, mind clearing from its state of panic to focus on the voice of the professor crackling over the intercom. She said something about reporting outside dressed and ready, and if he'd been more alert he'd probably have noticed the tiny hints of panic in her voice. Snorting, he looked down at himself. He was shirtless, as he always slept, so he supposed he'd have to do something about that.

A few minutes later, Damien stumbled out of his room into the hallway, nervously combing his fluffy hair down. Mentally, he reminded himself to light up a smoke later; his nerves were off the charts and that blaring alarm wasn't making things much better. Glancing around, Damien spied a small figure bobbing along the floor; that super-smart crow, Clipper.

"Him." He clenched his teeth a little, heavily certainly the bird was the cause for his screw up yesterday. What a little jerk.

[Wolstenholme]

After Damien had left he shooting room in a huff, Lucille had laughed a little, but not in a mean way. He had been distracted, his poor shot was hardly his own fault. She had carried on practising until she got a bullseye with her bow which, in all reality was only two arrows after Damien's departure. Lucille walked down to the mannequin and retrieved each arrow - with a fair bit of yanking. Then she placed each back in the quiver and on its hanging spot on the wall. Then she had left the room to find the dorms.

As it happened, they were only one or two corridors away. The girls' rooms were at the far end of the corridor with Lucille's being the last on the right. Upon entering she had changed into the night gown, combed out her hair and had the most comfy nights' sleep it was possible to have.

That was until 3AM when the professor's voice rung out over blaring sirens telling the group to assemble on the corridor in decent clothing. A night gown was hardly decent, but it would take too long to put her dress back on. Confused as to what to do she simply left the room and stood in front of her door, still rubbing flecks of yellow sleep from her eyes. Once she had focused on the corridor she looked up the hall at the rest of the group. Damien was there, looking roused and in need of a cigar. Notably, however, the Duke of Buckingham, was not. Come to think of it, the last time she had seen him was back in the meeting room where each of the group had first spoken to each other. Where had the great buffoon gone?

[SirBlaziken]

James kept practicing with his knife, and watching Lucille practice with the bow he got her. Looks like I made a good choice. Lucille is an apt archer. thought the soldier as he threw the knife. What will happen tomorrow, will it all be explained? Is this a dream? Is this an elaborate hoax? James is still skeptical everything he's heard and saw today, but what choice does he have but to believe? The Hawaiian saw the "rrrrockstar" miss a shot completely, throw down the rifle and storm out. Sometimes, you may miss your target, but still make a good hit. James grinned after seeing an opportunity to fire a gun for real.

Half an hour later, James put the rifle back on the shelves, glad to hold a gun and get some real practice in. Most of the time travelers had left the training room when he had started, and he had a lot of silence to concentrate, which helped him score some decisive hits. That was a successful practice. James thought as he walked towards the dorms. They were not in any particular order, but luckily, his was one of the first ones on the left. The soldier walked in and the room looked like his at home. "I need to have my head examined after this is over." James muttered under is breath. His hands went reflexively to his pocket and a small bit of rope was pulled out from the pocket. The Hawaiian man started absentmindedly tying knots into it, as he did when he was nervous. As he went on, the knots looked cleaner and cleaner, until every knot James tied looked passable. He then untied the knots and put the rope by his bed, then James started to get ready for bed. A few minutes later, he went into a restless, shallow sleep, one that James was used to ever since he enlisted.

At 3 AM came the official wake-up call, but James was already awake, as he didn't sleep well due to the anticipation. The call came, and translated it into a message that he understood and thought of as he dressed in a flash, Attention all personnel, this is your official wake up call. Wake up and prepare to march. The soldier started to walk out but then remembered something. He grabbed his bit of rope and started tying knots into it again as he walked out into the hallway. James looked up for a moment, Lucille was in her nightgown, everyone else was dressed, save Clipper, but he's a crow, so that checks out. Clipper was the only one who didn't looked tired and confused. James went back to his rope, tying more knots into it, sometimes slowly nodding of shaking his head, frustrated, and untying the knots.

[kindtocrows]

"Well, you have had practice, obviously. Good shot."

"Thanks," she said to James with a rather pleased tone in her voice. The rest of the time spent in the training rooms was uneventful, save for a loud caw and and upset "rrrrockstar". Once she noticed the others were leaving, she decided she might as well leave too.

She walked to the dorms and looked for her room. Seems like all the girls' rooms are farther down the hall. She found hers to be the first of the girls' rooms on the left side. Once she entered her room, the first thing she did was take a shower. Though she was thankful they all had their own private bathrooms, the compact shower design was not doing her any favors. Now that she had finally allowed her wings, tail and horns to grow back to their full size, they were taking up most of the room in the small shower. Must have been an oversight on the part of whoever designed the rooms. After she left the bathroom, she found that the only sleepwear she was provided was a nightgown. Not really what she would have preferred, but at least it had holes in the back for her wings. That was nice of the designers. After putting the nightgown on, she gave her wings a few quick test flaps. She found that they were a little weakened. She wasn't surprised, really, it has been a long time since she last was able to use them, even before all this time-travel stuff happened, but it still meant she wouldn't be able to fly for a while. She decided she work on them next chance she got, then went to bed and quickly fell asleep.



At 3 AM a loud alarm snapped her awake. She quickly got dressed in one of her duplicate outfits while listening to the professor speak over intercom. Was this a normal wake-up call? It sounded too loud, urgent, and panicked to be a regular wake-up call. She didn't bother hiding her wings, tail and horns this time, it would take too long to shrink them back down and it didn't really matter anymore anyway. She then stepped outside her room and stood in front of her door. Looking around, she could see some of the others already out. Still confused about what was going on, she just stood there and waited to see what was happening.

[Cody999]

Garath placed the axe back where he found it, his armor was becoming uncomfortable so he decided he should retire to his room. Once in his room Garath started to remove his armor and place it near the bed he realized that the situation wasn't nearly as bad as he originally thought so maybe he didn't need to return to Sul as quickly as possible. After he removed his armor Garath realized how tired he was, so he promptly fell asleep.

Being woken up by an alarm meant something bad in Garaths experience so he responded quickly to the professors voice over the intercom, throwing on some duplicates of his earth clothes and proceeding to the hall way outside. He noticed that most of the others were already awake, but Garath was going to wait for a explanation for the alarm before he relaxed.

(Do Garaths duplicate clothes include duplicates of his armor?)

[The Macintosh Ninja: SOH CAH TOA]

After the training exercise, Eztli and the others retired to their respective rooms. His was close to the hallway, just past the shiny man's room. He walked in and was greeted by a familiar scent. It was a dry, sweet scent. The smell of his hometown. A faint odor of cornmeal being cooked in a stone oven, freshly cut lumber, moist dirt. The walls too had a design that reminded him a bit of home, though they were solid in color. The sentiment was nice.

The professor came into his room.
"You and Leon were sparing, right? You took a nasty hit to the head. I saw on the security footage." she explained. Eztli nodded when she mentioned the 'hit on the head', but wasn't sure what this 'security footage' was.
"Here. Take this. It will clear up your head and prevent concussion." she added, holding out a white pill. Blood Coyote looked at it with some confusion. What she said suggested some manner of medicine, but the Aztec had only ever seen plants or fibers used in treating illnesses and wounds.
"Oh! You put in your mouth and swallow. A glass of water helps." she explained after seeing the man's look of confusion. She grabbed a cup, used a shiny nose-like device to get water, and held both out to Eztli. The Jaguar warrior took the pill and put it in his mouth and, with the water, swallowed the medicine. His head, which was throbbing before, felt better.

"I should thank you." he said with a slight bow. The professor smiled slightly before leaving.

There was a strange rectangular thing in a corner near a wooden rectangular thing with shiny circles on it. Eztli approached the first strange rectangle, which lay on a metal device, and pressed on it. It gave in under his strength, but resisted. It was soft, but firm. Like a nice quality sleeping mat from his time. He decided to sit down on it and found it pleasant to sit on. Deciding this must be his sleeping mat, he bathed himself (with the aid of a strange hard nose-like device and weird circles at it's sides) and prepared for sleep.

At 3 AM, a loud noise awoke the warrior. A voice called for him to prepare for combat, so he found the clothes he was wearing when he arrived at this place and stepped outside his door.

[Kpyna]

Leon watched as all of the others began to open their doors, and come out into the hallway. It was only moments before the entire crew were standing, with tired and confused looks on their faces. Leon's head snapped to the right, where he could hear a door open, and then the clacking sounds of shoes on the laminate.

He watched the professor walk down the hallway. Her shoulder-length brown hair was up in a ponytail, and it was clear that she had gotten just as much sleep, if not less, than the crew. No makeup adorned her face, and a long lab coat covered what was most likely sleepwear beneath. She looked incredibly frazzled.

"Sorry for the early wake-up call. Typically, there's quite a bit more sleep permitted," she said, with a small awkward laugh. "I have urgent news. George Villiers, while you were all sleeping, seems to have taken one of the spare boats out of our hangar. I didn't get any sort of alarms on the process, due to a flaw in our security system there. I did, however, get data about where he set off to."

Leon looked at her, puzzled. He couldn't figure out how to work one of the machines! How could Mr. Mustache figure it out? He looked down the rooms. Indeed, he was missing. He turned his gaze back to the professor.

"He went home," she said, pausing for a moment. "He set the controls for August 23rd, 1628. The day of his death, which I pulled him from." The professor said the last part quietly. "Now, follow me, I'll take you all to the hangar. We're going to have to find him, and bring him back. His controls were inaccurate, so we're hoping that he managed to warp safely," she said with a sigh, beginning to walk back down the hallway.

Leon walked behind her, with the rest of the group. The hallway seemed to stretch on forever. He wondered if it truly was as long as it felt, or if he was simply so tired that even a few steps would be a long journey. The professor reached a large, secure-looking door. She pushed a large, red, button, and the door slid open. "This was meant to be locked..." she muttered, walking through. Leon was impressed that she was able to keep her composure so much.

When the door opened, it revealed a wide hallway, dotted with three doorways. The one located directly in front of them was labeled "2", but the professor turned left down the corridor, towards a door labeled "1". She reached into her lab coat, and pulled out a set of keys, twisting them into the door. With a little push by the professor, the door swung ajar.

What Leon saw, his eyes almost couldn't believe. It was a strange contraption for sure-- in the middle, was a metallic square object. Several turbines, facing vertically, surrounded it and were attached to it. There was a semi-circle door that was just about six inches off the ground, and about six feet tall. The entire metallic room in the center was no more than seven feet tall, actually. Leon had to guess the box in the center was a cabin of sorts, while the surrounding turbines were engines of sorts. However, he could hardly fathom a guess in the end.

The professor spun a cold, metal, rounded ship's wheel around, opening the door. It made a loud popping noise as she did so. The woman opened the door up, and held it. "Alright, everybody, prepare to board. Once inside, I will make an announcement from the exterior to you all. Your mission will be brief: Find Villiers, bring him back. If death is the only avenue, then so be it. We cannot have him share any information that he has learned while here. It's difficult to erase knowledge,"

Leon lifted his feet, and walked inside. It reminded him of, well, a spaceship from his time. Several padded chairs were aligned in three rows, enough to seat their entire crew, and then some. Leon took the first seat he sighted when he walked in, and sat in the chair. He could feel his body immediately relax. He had to stop himself from nodding off. Leon noticed that on the ground, a small bird's cage had been put in place to secure Clipper. Leon smiled at the idea of them putting in some extra thought for the bird's comfort.

[SirBlaziken]

James put his rope away as more and more people started to come out of their rooms. Then the professor came and said, "Sorry for the early wake-up call. Typically, there's quite a bit more sleep permitted," James thought, I'd love an explanation. He got his wish. The lady then continued,  "I have urgent news. George Villiers, while you were all sleeping, seems to have taken one of the spare boats out of our hangar. I didn't get any sort of alarms on the process, due to a flaw in our security system there. I did, however, get data about where he set off to." Everyone looked shocked by this. "He went home," she said, pausing for a moment. "He set the controls for August 23rd, 1628. The day of his death, which I pulled him from." The professor said the last part quietly. "Now, follow me, I'll take you all to the hangar. We're going to have to find him, and bring him back. His controls were inaccurate, so we're hoping that he managed to warp safely," she said with a sigh, beginning to walk back down the hallway. He must be insane, going back, just to die! James thought. By then, he was wide awake and ready for action.

The soldier and everyone else walked through the hallways while the professor muttered stuff about locked doors and security. Eventually, the group stopped at this odd vessel. It looks like a submarine. Are we on a water mission, and why is it pointing straight up? James thought. The professor said, "Prepare to board. Once inside, I will make an announcement from the exterior to you all. Your mission will be brief: Find Villiers, bring him back. If death is the only avenue, then so be it. We cannot have him share any information that he has learned while here. It's difficult to erase knowledge," Aye aye.

James was a bit hesitant to go in. What if this is just a test of common sense? What if I choose wro- GREEN! a louder voice in his mind spoke, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! DO NOT QUESTION ORDERS! It sounded like his commander. It basically was a voice that when he doubted orders, it gave him a slap to the back of the head and told him to get a move on. Y-yes sir. The voice spoke again, I DID NOT HEAR YOU! James looked a lot bolder now. Yes sir!

Leon had already gone in, James followed him in and looked around. There were many soft chairs in this strange room, all arranged in neat rows. The soldier took a seat in the front row, away from Leon, who looked like he was about ready to sleep for a decade. James spied a birdcage nearby, it was obviously for Clipper. They made a good choice to do that for Clipper. he thought.