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[Danatales]

Damien groggily listened as the professor explained the situation to them. Apparently that George Villers fellow had made a break for it, and now they had to get him back somehow. Typical, Damien thought, the guy seemed kind of wacked out, I guess.

Wearily, he followed the others where the professor led them, into a hangar of some sort, with a craft inside Damien never could have pictured in a million years. Eyes wide, he stared at the large box type mechanism. That was the time machine? He frowned. Movies made it look much cooler.

Cool or not, Damien slowly walked aboard the craft, taking a seat next to Leon. "This'll be interesting," He mumbled, half to himself. Mentally, he reminded himself to light up a smoke as soon as they landed; he assumed smoking would be slightly frowned upon aboard the time machine. Glancing at the floor, Damien spied a bird's cage, and rolled his eyes a little. Guess the bird can't just be strapped in like the rest of us, he thought, and snorted.

A few moments later Clipper soared aboard, heavily excited for the mission ahead. They would finally be out in the field! Surely Mr. Villers couldn't be too hard to find. Landing gently, the crow spied his personal bird cage, and cawed happily. "Oh, how thoughtful!" He chirped, hopping over and shoving himself into the small cage. Pleased, he ruffled his dark feathers and settled, making a content noise.

[Cody999]

Villiers? The duke of Bu ... somewhere, I didn't think that he had it in him to do something like this. Garath thought to himself while listening to the professor explain the situation. It seems that their first mission, and Garaths first chance to properly asses his teammates, was going to be Villiers from the day of his own death, Garath had no idea why anyone would want to go to their own death day, but if that was where Villiers was then that is where they were going.

Garath paused only for a second to look at the space/time machine thing, It wasn't to0 special to him to see a space ship.However, once inside and seated Garath realized that this was going to be his first actual visit to earth, Granted that he was visiting past earth and that he was on a mission, but Garath still couldn't keep down his excitement on the prospect of seeing earth for himself. As it usually did when Garath was excited his leg started to twitch slightly, so slightly that Garath didn't notice his own leg twitching.

[kindtocrows]

Upon hearing the professor's explanation about the situation, Sidia was both relieved and annoyed. Relieved because at least they weren't under attack, but annoyed because this was entirely preventable. What was he thinking? Didn't he realize he was going to die? She was also annoyed because she was tired.

Sidia stoped for a second and looked at the time machine. She had spent a fair amount of time in a space ship before, and this didn't seem too different. The interior looked similar as well, only it had more seating. She took a seat in the back row. Out of habit, she pulled her tail up to her lap and held it under her crossed arms. She realized she should probably do something about her appearance soon. She looked over at Garath and wondered how he was going to deal with the whole 'being an alien' thing. Actually, come to think of it, most of the group would look out of place, so they must have been supplied with something to help them blend in. Maybe all that would be explained. She felt and growing feeling of nervousness and anticipation.

[Kpyna]

 "Aren't you gonna light one up?" Leon said to Damien, only being half facetious. "This is as inappropriate a place as any, and I don't see any no smoking signs..." he said, followed by a yawn sending his mouth agape. He stretched his arms over his head, and realized his hair was still up. Hmph, Leon said, taking his hair out, and running his fingers through it to try to get to its natural form. He missed his morning preening routine, but luckily it seemed like putting his hair up had prevented one side of his mane from getting flat.

[The Macintosh Ninja: SOH CAH TOA]

Eztli entered the strange room. He was far too distracted with all the bells and whistles of the machine to notice everyone else was either tired like he was or in a similar state of wonder and awe. The professor mentioned the "Dukov Buckham" again and Eztli recalled the oddly dressed man who spoke of power in words. To turn his back on allies and abandon them in this quest was a cowardly move thought Eztli. The woman gave them their mission: find Villers. Return him dead or alive. Shame he didn't have time to grab a weapon.

The Aztec found a seat and sat down. His mind wandered a bit as he looked around the room. There were strange lights and sounds coming from different areas. It was all very confusing, so he decided to look at the people he would call his allies. Some weren't entirely dressed for battle, others looked to be half asleep. The one who struck him with the maquahuitl was running his hand through his hair, the strange speaking bird found a small shiny...something to crawl into, and the one named Sidia was...

Eztli rubbed his eyes and concentrated more on her. She had wings, a tail, and claws; features she didn't have before. She was also one of the few who looked like an actual fighter, and though he hadn't witnessed her engage in combat he felt she was battle ready. His eyes opened wide as realization came over him. He stood up and looked at Sidia more intently.

"Itzpapalotl." he whispered. He looked like a man who had just seen a sight beyond incredible. A man who witnessed something very few ever do. He spoke again, a bit louder this time as he slowly approached Sidia. He was stumbling; walking in a daze.
"Itzpapalotl...clawed butterfly."

[Wolstenholme]

Lucille hadn't known what to expect upon the fire drill but to be thrown into one of their 'ships' in the middle of the night in search of George Villiers whilst wearing nothing but a night gown. NOTHING BUT A NIGHT GOWN?! there was nothing she could do about that now, she was strapped into a seat behind James and Damien in the metal ship. However, she knew that were they were going she'd fit in better than any of the others.

It was impossible to imagine what the thought process of Villiers had been and how he was capable of taking one of these ships. She had a hunch that Villiers might be attempting to avoid death and live on in his 'blessed' life. However she also thought that it was probable that he hadn't even reached home. It seemed improbable, looking at all the dials and switches, that Villiers had managed a safe take-off. What an incredible feat.

[kindtocrows]

Sidia watched as a few others boarded. It looked like most were on board now, so they'd probably leave soon. Most seemed tired. Hopefully the trip through time would wake them up, or be long enough for everyone to get a little more rest. How long would it take to time travel anywhere? Well, this should be interesting.

"Itzpapalotl...clawed butterfly." She looked over and saw Eztil walking toward her, seeming kind of... she wasn't sure how to describe it. Was he okay? Clawed butterfly? Was he talking about her?

"Umm, hello?" she said in a confused tone, "Is something wrong?"

[SirBlaziken]

James looked up and around. A lot of the travelers are boarding, not many left to get on. The soldier looks behind him to see.... Sidia...? James really had no clue what that was, horns, wings and a tail. He blinked a few times to make sure his eyes weren't blurry or anything. The soldier wasn't mistaken.

Am I seeing things? No... wait. I need sleep, yes, sleep. I must be crazy.

James found himself staring and tore his gaze away, obviously surprised, and confused as well. He looked at the control panel, all the levers, buttons, knobs and confusing odds and ends. How was that mad loon able to get back to his time without killing himself or getting lost?

[The Macintosh Ninja: SOH CAH TOA]

"You...you are Itzpapalotl. My goddess. Ruler of the paradise we were born in." Eztli explained. He was still in a state of shock and awe. "Seeing you in flesh..."

Eztli stopped moving towards her, had a slight look of hesitation, then knelt down. He was out of arm's reach, as he dare not move closer to the physical manifestation of the fearsome skeletal warrior goddess that was Itzpapalotl.

[SirBlaziken]

((Was waiting for more to reply to, but I'm not letting this die.))

The soldier was still waiting for everyone to board the strange vessel. Why are some from our group not inside this... ship? They are taking their time.

"You...you are Itzpapalotl. My goddess. Ruler of the paradise we were born in." James heard a gruff voice speak. It was the aztec, Eztli. The aztec continued, "Seeing you in flesh..." James was obviously confused and turned his head towards Eztli. Then the aztec hesitated for a moment then knelt down to Sidia, who was also bewildered by this turn of events. You and me both, Sidia. What is the aztec thinking? James thought, grinning slightly and turning his head back.

[Kpyna]

((Gah! Sorry guys! End of senior year projects, and all of the writing has me burnt out! Read some Sci-Fi and got some muse though ))

The professor watched as everybody took their seats, and fastened themselves in. She stayed on the outside of the ship however, at a desk with a large hologram in front of her face. The hologram was split into several categories -- but none of which would have made very much sense to the crew, anyways. Numbers, dots, prompts... Enough to make the average man's head swirl. She put a small earpiece on, and began talking into it.

Leon could hear the professor's voice broadcast loudly through the ship. "Alright, everyone. Welcome aboard Boat A-41. Don't bother to remember that, it's not all that important... Your current mission is to head back, collect George Villiers, and return him here. Remember to try to keep him alive, but no matter what, he must be brought to this present day. I'm sending you a few meters away from his landing site, and you should arrive approximately three minutes before he touches down. Keep an eye out, as if the machine has a safe landing, it should be silent." Leon wriggled in his seat a little. The prospect of being sent back was incredible! He tried to avoid getting too tensed, and listened for the final part of the announcement. "The ship will be travelling through hyperspace. The journey will take about ten minutes to complete, but due to the nature of time-space travel, it will seem almost instant. Imagine anesthesia. But be aware, you will age ten minutes!" she said the last part a bit lightheardedly. Leon supposed it was a good thing that she was a lot less urgent and panicked than she was before. "Now, this ship will camouflage as something from the outside. Maybe it will be a tree. A statue. It truly does try to replicate its surroundings. The same way you came out, is the same way you came in. I have the machine rigged so that you simply need to hit a button next to the door. At that time, a five minute countdown will begin, in which you will need to seat yourselves, fasten yourselves, and the boat will send itself home."

Five minutes? Leon thought, looking at the button next to the door. What if we're in danger? Or someone gets left behind? He then remembered he was trying to avoid tensing up, and took a deep breath to try to relax.

"Since everyone is all set, I'll begin the countdown. I'll be setting Boat A-41 in 5... 4... 3... 2..."



Leon wondered if she had hit the button a little early. He couldn't seem to remember her saying the last number. He unfastened himself, and looked around the ship. The air felt strange to breathe, and he felt like he was being squashed by the air. However, after he lifted himself from the chair, and took a few breaths, everything felt normal again. Leon made his way towards the door first, and opened it up.

They were in the middle of a field. Leon could see some cows grazing in the distance, but he couldn't see the farm over the rolling green hills. Leon's icy blue eyes took it all in. Wow. This is... beautiful. The sky was bright blue, and was decorated with puffy cumulus clouds. The grass was healthy, green, and went up to about his ankles. He took a deep breath of the air, and couldn't believe how refreshing it felt on his lungs. So this is 17th century England? No matter Mr. Mustache wanted to go back. This is incredible...

[Wolstenholme]

((wooo fun time hopppppp))

Going back to the 17th Century was a fantastic prospect for Lucille, it had occurred to her that the time they were returning to may overlap with her own timeline, but Lucille was only a child during Villiers' time. When A-41 had landed, Leon had been the first to get up and leave but only because he was closer to the door than Lucille. She had practically run from the other side of A-41 to get out. There were so many questions. Where had they landed? Where was Villiers? How would the rest of her companions find the 17th century? Lucille was itching to see their surroundings. Leon opened the door and stepped outside, it took Lucille a while to adjust to the light and when she did she gasped. "Wow!" She exclaimed "I've never been to the countryside!" They were stood in a field and Lucille couldn't see any buildings anywhere. She wondered where Villiers' ship had landed? was it one of the other trees surrounding the field? She took in a large unwavering breath of the air "It doesn't smell like London at all." It didn't, the familiar scent of sewage was gone, thankfully. It smelt different, fresh. She imagined that must be what grass smelt like. She came up alongside Leon and smiled at him. "Do they have countryside like this in your time?"

[Kpyna]

 "Sort of. In some parts of the world, I've seen pictures of places like this that still exist. In my time though, the closest thing to an open, grassy area would have to be a national park, or farmland like this. Except, we don't farm cattle outdoors like this, so it would be fields of wheat. Or corn." He said, unzipping his jacket fully. "There's a lot more smog, though. I don't know if you know what that is. It's smoke and crap that makes it so you can't see as well. I don't even live in the city, and I have never seen the sky this bright before," he said, taking another deep breath in through his nose. Besides the distant smell of a silo, the fields smelled so fresh...

Leon turned around, to look at A-41. It had become a tree, and the door was still ajar. Leon wondered how all of that ship could fit into such a small space. However, he decided not to dwell on it. It was probably a bunch on incomprehensible future stuff.

[Cody999]

Garath stepped outside A-41 and turned to look at the ship, it had turned into a tree and not a tree like he had seem on his planet, briefly Garath wondered what would happen if someone tried to cut the tree down. Would it effect the ship? Then Garath noticed the surroundings, they were in a huge field of ... Green wavy things. Garath had never seen anything like this in fiery Magrold or in the swamp lands nearby which he had invaded while in the army. This stuff was so bright and ... green. He bent down and grabbed a bunch of the green things, it uprooted easily and didn't harm him. "Whats this?" he half mumbled to no one in particular.

[kindtocrows]

((Sorry for taking so long >.< I kept meaning to reply, but I kept either being busy or distracted. _{plus I really wasn't sure how to reply so I was waiting for someone else to say something first, sorry.}))

Sidia wasn't sure how to respond to the aztec. How does one respond to something like this? She tried to think of something, anything to say, when her thoughts were broken by the voice of the professor, "Alright, everyone. Welcome aboard Boat A-41." She felt relieved. She turned back to the aztec and quickly mentioned, "You should probably sit down, it sounds like we're leaving soon." She listened to the rest of the announcement, which ended with, "Since everyone is all set, I'll begin the countdown. I'll be setting Boat A-41 in 5... 4... 3... 2..."



It had only felt like a second had passed, but they apparently landed. She got up and left A-41, following a few of the others. She looked around, the place they had landed. It didn't look like anywhere she had ever been. It looked a little like some places she had passed over while flying to new destinations, but nowhere she had actually spent much time in. She suddenly remembered how obvious it was she was not human. She shrunk down the most noticeable differences, her wings, tail, and horns, as quickly as she could, zipped up the holes in the back of her outfit, and fussed with her hair to hide the little nubs her horns had been reduced to. She still didn't look human, but it was an improvement. Once that was out of the way she continued to look around, keeping an eye out for Villiers ship when it landed. This place sure looked nice though.