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[SirBlaziken]

The professor had gone through a lot of information about their mission and the "time machine". Then she told everyone to fasten themselves in. Unless you'd love to meet your maker. James thought uncharacteristically ((big words. <3)) darkly as he buckled up for the ride. 3....2.....1.... Fwooooosh!

James felt as if he was being run over by a supply truck, or at least what it may feel like. The air was being squeezed out of his lungs, but as soon as it happened, the air returned. During the travel, the soldier's body was being pressed forward, then when the craft stopped, his head fell back into the seat and gave him a minor headache. James unstrapped himself and stood up, a bit wobbly and the air felt like it was crushing him. Soon, however, it stopped and he returned to normal. He followed the others out and looked upon the landscape. There were rolling green hills, the grazing cows, there also seemed to be a few horses, which James had a great fascination for. The air was clean and refreshing, like the air in Hawaii in his time, only not smelling of the sea.

So this was 17th century England? Wow.... it looks beautiful.

[The Macintosh Ninja: SOH CAH TOA]

As Sidia (and the professor) instructed, the Aztec returned to his seat. Moments later, the building they were in lurched forward. He was unfamiliar with the experience of being inside of a moving object, and the sudden acceleration pulled the air from his body. When the...whatever they were in stopped moving, Eztli inhaled sharply. He unbuckled himself and followed the others outside.

The area was beautiful; green with rolling hills, large beasts grazing, and crisp air. Eztli scanned his surroundings for any potential ambush spots, but they appeared to be in an open area. The others were looking around to, and the Jaguar warrior noticed that Itzpapalotl (Sidia) didn't have the "terrifying winged goddess" look anymore. Eztli chalked it up to mysticism of some sort.

[Danatales]

When Damien stepped out of the ship, he had to admit he was impressed. He hadn't felt anything in their jump through time, and now here they were out in 17th century English. he young rockstar looked about, taking in the viridian scenery, and sucked in a crisp clean breath. He almost coughed. This wasn't like the smoggy LA air he was used to. This was clean, fresh, pastoral.
"Damn," He cursed under his breath, nearly awestruck. He turned to examine the A-41 in its new tree disguise, and bobbed his head. This future technology is outta sight, he thought, licking his lips and turning against to rub his boots along the soft green grass.

Suddenly, there was a caw from within the ship, and Clipper launched out in a black blur. Quickly he took to the skies, spiraling about and flapping his broad wings, emitting a few series of caws in excitement. Finally he descended, though, landing on the grass gently. He pecked at the dirt beneath the lush greenery, beady eyes glimmering, "Oh, how exciting!" he twittered, "I never got to experience much of this loveliness when I was in training. It is so beautiful!" The red light on his collar blinked rapidly as the words practically tumbled out of him. With a happy purr-like noise, the bird flopped back into the grass, rolling around and clicking his beak.

[Wolstenholme]

((Villiers update lol!))

When he had climbed into the metal thing he had assumed that it would take him home as there were things that allowed you to input the date, he fiddled with the levers and moving parts until the display showed the date he wished to arrive at, the day after his death. He could, he hoped, avoid his death and continue living the high life in London. After inputting the date, Villiers twirled his moustache straight and continued to battle with the board of functions until he felt a learch and was thrust back into a seat which he held onto for dear life. The vehicle was spiraling and falling all over the place and the whole ordeal lasted 10 minutes until eventually, with a thud and a shudder the vehicle hit the ground, jarringly.
Villiers stood up on the now-roof of the vehicle that had turned upside down, few of the chairs remained attached to the vehicle and the rest were settling on the now-floor. Villiers could see the door he had gotten in by which was now off the floor and would be a climb to get to,even if it was only a small climb. Villiers dusted his clothes off, noting that his royal cape was trapped with his seat on the roof and dangled just out of reach, the king would not be best pleased with that but at least he would be safe in the knowledge that his George had survived an appointment with death. He smoothed his hair and twirled his moustache before clambering toward the door and up the side of the ship. On his first jump, Villiers managed to push the door open and with his second me managed to hold onto the frame and pull himself out. He tumbled over the side of the ship and landed in the edge of a copse that lead onto a field. His vehicle, as he turned to look at it, was disguised as a tree but it looked different to the rest. It was evident that he had landed in August like he had hoped and all the trees had dense, green foliage as they should, but Villiers' tree looked as if it belonged in winter with a lot of branches but no leaves. Villiers cursed it's difference, people were likely to examine it. Not that it mattered, he wasn't coming back here. He was on the eastern edge of the copse and could see to his left, a field that ended in another field, to his right more trees and in front of him was a small grassy hill down to a village.
On his way down the grassy hill, Villiers tripped on a rock and was sent rolling the rest of the way to the bottom with the thought that his appearance in the village was almost certain to paint pictures of himself as crazy, Villiers was now disheveled and covered in mud but wearing clothes of the Royal court. An alias would be necessary until he reached London again. Thomas Howard worked well as an alias in the past when Villiers had done career ending deeds. Thomas Howard walked to the edge of the village and picked up a newspaper that had been dropped on the ground. The date was correct at least, he didn't bother to check the headline ((which told of Villiers death but was actually, however, the death of some look alike peasant who had been mistaken for Villiers)). He entered the main square of the village and spied a man hiring horses. He made that way and engaged in conversation with the man who had a non-London accent. "How much for one of those horses, peasant?" he looked around and held up a pound to indicate the price.
"Depends how far you're taking her, mister...?" Villiers recognised that the man had asked his name. "It's Thomas Howard," the man nodded and then brought around a horse, brown with a white star on her head "This is Elizabeth, named after the King's sister. Don't you think it's a fine name?" Villiers thought that it was not a fine name for a horse but he suspected Thomas Howard probably would. "Aye, now, write a letter that states how much I will have to pay you." this had no purpose other that to make the peasant release the horses reigns and walk to his bench but while he did Villiers swung himself onto the horse and kicked it's side making it gallop out of the town on the opposite side to the side he arrived on. At this exit there was a sign stating 'London 20 miles'

[Kpyna]

 Leon could hear a loud thud, coming from the east. His jolted his head to the right, and saw a dead looking tree, and a man taking off from it. "There he is!" Leon said, though using care not to tell, so that he would not be discovered. He could see a tiny version of him in the distance roll down a hill, towards the village. Leon looked back towards his group with a face of confusion. He doubted that was how royalty was supposed to get around.

Leon took off down the hill, not waiting for anyone else. Villiers was nearly out of sight, and he needed to keep track of him. He nearly tripped over his feet several times as he went down the incline. He could see Villiers conversing with a peasant, as he grew closer. Then, when Villiers was still hundreds of miles away, Leon watched him take off on the horse, far off into the distance.

At this point, Leon had reached the fence that ended the pasture. He hung his body over it, exhausted. What would they need to do to get a horse? None of them had any money! They would need to figure something out. Leon's mind started racing with potential ideas. Can you ride cows? No, no, you probably can't... Leon dismissed his thought, especially since he hardly knew how to ride a horse to begin with. Hopefully, with all of their heads put together, the group could find a way to get a horse.

[SirBlaziken]

James saw Villiers take off, likely on a horse, into the countryside. On foot, no one would be able to catch up. The group would need some help. "Obviously, we'll need a horse. We'd better start thinking, because it is not like one will just run right by us." he said, starting to think.

5 minutes later, nothing had happened and James couldn't think of anything. No one seemed to come forward either. Just then, a villager about 50 yards was seen chasing a gray horse parallel to the woods. Eventually, he gave up, turned around and uttered a few swears as he walked toward the village and the horse into the countryside. However, the horse would soon take a sharp turn, towards the group. It galloped faster and faster, obviously happy to be free. The horse just barely missed hitting James, who jumped out of the way barely in time. "I have no clue what to say to this. The only thing I can say is that we need to get that horse." he said. The horse started to slow down near a small stream. "The horse stopped, we have this one chance. What should we do?"

[Kpyna]

Leon watched the horse fly by, and kept his gaze locked on the equine. "Hang on, my aunt had one of these. We used to feed it carrots, but uh..." Leon looked down at the grass, and grabbed a handful. When the green blades rose from the ground, with the roots still intact, Leon shook the grass until all of the dirt was free.

"Stand back, and if this goes badly, then... Someone bring me to a doctor, and someone else run off after Villiers," Leon said, beginning to slowly walk towards they side of the horse, where it could see him. When he was just a few meters away, he stretch his hand out gently, displaying the grass to the horse.

"Hey, hey, hey..." Leon repeated quietly, watching the horses ears swing back like satellites to the sound of his voice. The horse, however, casually flicked its tail, and dipped its head in the stream. "Hey, I have something for you..." Leon said, getting down low and trying to seem small. The horse rolled its brown eyes towards Wayleon, and slowly lifted his head to look at him.

"Let's talk about a huge favor I have to ask of you, over some grass, alright?" Leon was standing close to the horse's flank at this point, with the grass held slightly to the right of the horse's face. The horse reached its head forward to accept the gift, with a small snort, and then munched on the green vegetation. Leon reached his other hand towards the animal's neck. He took a good look at the horse.

It didn't seem all that muscular, and its fur was dingy and dull. "Me and my friends.. or one of us... I don't know quite what's happening... We need to catch this guy. And I would really like it if you could help us," Leon said to the horse, as if it were human. The horse, after finishing its bite of grass, put its head back down to the dirt, sniffing at the ground, and uprooting grass. "Even if you can't understand me." He pet the horse's neck, feeling bits of dirt and dust rubbing on his hand. Leon had onyl ever seen show horses his entire life, and had never seen a horse so dirty. Was it healthy? Leon couldn't be quite sure.

It had no saddle, but the owner had been lazy enough to leave a cheap bridle with a small lead rope on it. Leon worked his hand to the bottom of the horse's jaw, and grabbed the lead. "Here, come with me real quick. Just a quick favor for us." He gave the lead a tiny tug, and the large beast began to walk to Leon's left. He started walking towards James and the rest of the group. The horse was surprisingly obedient -- Leon wondered if he had spooked at something silly. He knew that horses were scared of absolutely everything.

He arrived next to the group. "We have one horse, and more bodies than one horse can possibly carry. Someone's going to need to track down Villiers on this guy, and we can try to follow on foot. Unless someone has a better suggestion. Who has the most experience with horses here? He don't have a saddle or anything, so..."

[SirBlaziken]

James watched as Leon handled the horse surprisingly well. He was impressed, then came the question. "We have one horse, and more bodies than one horse can possibly carry. Someone's going to need to track down Villiers on this guy, and we can try to follow on foot. Unless someone has a better suggestion. Who has the most experience with horses here? He don't have a saddle or anything, so..." said Leon. James frowned, he had experience with animals, but not horses. Where he had lived, there were none for miles. James shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, but I have no experience with horses."

[Wolstenholme]

Leon presented the horse to the group, asking who had the most experience. Lucille had none, she had never needed to travel far enough to warrant the use of a horse. She shook her head "You look like you've had a fair bit of experience yourself, Leon, why don't you go after him? All we're doing by asking around is wasting time. I think you should go quickly..." she broke off. Making a statement like this was leaving her open to "who made you the leader?" accusations. She stepped back and looked to her left where Villiers was disappearing over the hill. No one else seemed to be making a move, simply hanging around like vegetables admiring the scenery.

--
The horse was unruly, Villiers had lost control of the beast a while ago and it had darted past a group of people standing in the field where he had landed. It was only after he'd passed that he looked back and realised that the people were those from that strange place with the professor and the 'hangars' the horse carried on relentlessly over the pasture, galloping as fast as was possible.
Villiers thought it odd that the beast was uncontrollable, in his time as the King's favourite he had gained the title "Master of the Horse" and had had experience with cavalry. As the horse moved into the next field he wondered how soon it would be before the group of strange people were upon him and he would become their prisoner. He hoped it wouldn't happen but knew better than to even dream, he was atop a crazy, fast moving horse and couldn't control it by kicking or pulling reins, it was all futile.

The horse neared the copse of trees on the edge of the second field and was about to crash into a large oak at the forefront when it stopped in a jerking movement with a loud "neigh!" Villiers was flung forwards off it's back, her turned in the air and hit the tree trunk upside down, sliding to the bottom and landing on his head quickly. He touched his cheek and found it slicked with blood. For the second time that day the world was swimming upside down. Villiers saw the horse come towards him and barely felt it's hooves beat over him before everything went black.

[Danatales]

Damien listened to Leon's explanation as he brought the rather scraggly horse over. He shrugged, "Sorry dude, not a big horse fan, so you won't be gettin much help from me." he eyed the equine and stepped back a little, "Always kinda found them a little...weird looking." He sucked in a breath of the fresh pastoral air, and folded his arms.

Clipper, meanwhile, snapped to attention, the bird hopping onto his gray feet and letting out a caw. "Oh, Oh, I might have an idea!" He chirped, the red light on his collar flickering on and off frantically, "I may not be a horse, but I still have wings!" For emphasis, the crow launched himself upwards, doing a spiral in the air and landing gently back down on the grass, "Perhaps I could lead the hunt from the air? I could spot Mr. Villers, and then lead you right to him!" He clicked his beak, feathers ruffling in his excitement, "Brilliance and spying from the skies was my specialty back in my time period!"

[Kpyna]

Leon watched as looks of disapproval circled throughout the group. Everyone seemed to have some kind of opposition to horses. Lucille suggested that Leon should take the horse, but Wayleon was still kind of nervous. he hadn't ridden in years...

But then again, nobody was saying anything. He had almost been hoping for a reply from Eztli -- But he knew Ez was far too tall for the horse. Leon clamped his teeth together, not wanting to ride the horse. He wouldn't even have any idea as to how to find Villiers...

And then Clipper piped in. "Yes! Clipper! That is just what we need!" He said, pointing at the crow excitedly. The horse stomped with annoyance at Leon's sudden outburst, and let out a snort. "I suppose I'll go then. I haven't been on a horse without a saddle ever, and I have little experience, but uh..." he trailed off, beginning to put the lead rope behind the horse's neck, and tied it to the other end if its bridle. He ended up using three basic knots, and hoped the it would hold -- if his makeshift reins came undone, he may as well just get to the ship and go home.

"Alright, bud, let's get going..." Leon said, getting to the horses side. He puit his arms on its back, and started to swing his legs up onto it, like he was jumping a fence. The brown creature, however, was having none of it, and darted forward, causing Leon to fall to the ground. Leon's back thumped against the ground, and he couldn't help but let out a small "Oof!" from the unexpected movement. "Try again, I guess..." he said, slowly getting up, and ruffling the grass and dirt out of his red hair. Leon planted his amrs again, and swung.

He landed square on the horse's bony back, and its loose skin had him tilting a bit in his seat. It wasn't the most comfortable thing that he had ever sat on, but it would have to do for the time. Leon grabbed hold of the makeshift reins, and led the horse around in a tight circle, just to be sure that they worked. "Alright, Clipper. I'm gonna head off from where I saw Mustache go. Bring the game, and let's keep it going all straight and not mess anything up. Everyone else, try to follow. Find weapons. Something."

Leon gave the horse a kick, expecting it to take off at a slow pace. Instead of his expected result, however, the brown beast took off at a fast canter through the field, and barreled straight towards the town. Leon let out a yell of surprise as he dug his legs in to make sure he stayed on the creatures back. Leon looked forward with a look of panic as he notced the pasture fence getting closer and closer. Heart pounding, Leon just hung on as tight as he could to the horse's mane. It leaped over the wooden fence, and in no time, its feet were hitting the cobblestone of the town. He began to affix himself, and get used to the pace that he was travelling at. Feeling the wind whip through his hair, and watching the people jump out of the horse's way, Leon couldn't help but wish that he had a helmet...

[The Macintosh Ninja: SOH CAH TOA]

Villiers took off on a strange large dog with a long face. Leon managed to get one, though this one looked like it hadn't eaten well in a long time. The others turned down offers and requests to sit atop it the way Villiers sat atop his large dog and, due to time being a pressing issue, Leon mounted the tall-dog and took off towards Villiers.

Whatever this creature was, it was fast. Much faster than the Aztec could run. But it also left prints in the lush grass and, no doubt, in mud and other terrain the animal ran through. Eztli ran to where Villiers was seen on the talldog and knelt down to investigate. He signaled to the others that there were prints and they could be followed. Once they got close enough, they could change their tactics from pursuit to ambush.

[Danatales]

Clipper caws loudly, before taking off into the sky, "Come along, friends!" He cried as he shot off after Leon, a black blur. Damien grunted a little, before starting to jog after the very speedy horse. Stupid showoff bird, he couldn't help but think, still a bit bitter over the crow distracting him from hitting that target yesterday.

Within a few moments Clipper had accumulated quite a bit of momentum in the air, and soon was soaring above and ahead of Leon and the horse. Black wings beating, he fell back a bit, a few yards above boy and equine. Quickly he cawed down to him, assuring him he was setting to work. Then, he began to search, keen eyes scanning the area for any sign of the mustached man they were searching for. He flew forward a little, head twitching to and fro.

Suddenly, the crow's eyes caught sight of something. There, at the edge of the next field over, there appeared to be some scraggly looking trees. And..and near those trees, Clipper could spy...a person! He thought so, anyway, it was hard to tell with the horse that appeared to be towering over what he had spotted. Still though, he couldn't help but think he'd found his target. Drooping down in the sky, Clipper adjusted his flight so he was now flying neck and neck with Leon and the horse, "Wayleon!" He called, "I believe I may have spotted Villers! Please, follow me!" With that, he flew forward, heading for the dead looking trees he had spied.

[Kpyna]

 "Alright!" Leon said, his horse's hooves pounding across the stone. At this point, he had begun to ignore the frightened passerbys as his horse quickly cantered through the street. I wonder if there's such a thing as cops here? Hope I don't get this stolen horse pulled over for riding too fast... Leon cracked a small smile, and began to tug to the left. The horse swung into its desired position, perhaps a bit too fast. Leon, however, could feel that he was getting better in such a short amount of time. Despite the sensation of him about it fall, he was still sitting deep into the horse's back.

In a matter of minutes, Leon's horse's pounding hoofbeats left the gravel, and reached the field. Leon pulled back on the reins a little, knowing he was closing it. "Hoooold it," Leon said quietly to his horse, as they got near a fence. He wasn't looking to take a face plant, as it looked Villiers had.The horse did a small leap over the jump, which Leon again compensated for by gripping the mane a bit too tight. The horse went down to a slow trot, and then eventually Leon was walking it towards Villiers. Leon looked into the distance, and the horse that Villiers had appeared to be casually grazing at this point.

Leon flung himself into a dismount, seeing that Villiers was in bad condition. He grabbed for his hand, and couldn't find a pulse. While Leon's heart sank at first, he realized that he had no practice with checking pulses anyways. He frantically put his hands about on the royal man's neck, try to get any sort of pulse. He's still warm, though. He must not be dead. He just can't be. We should be bringing him back alive...

[SirBlaziken]

James followed Clipper, Leon, Eztli and the others as they went on the hunt for the aristocrat in his time period. He didn't speak up because the other knew what they were doing. Eventually, Clipper spoke up to tell the group that he may've seen Villiers. Everyone followed him and there he was. It looked like Villiers was thrown of his horse, which he probably was. Then Leon practically tackled the guy checking for a pulse, Leon looked concerned. "Allow me to try." said James, who didn't wait for an answer. He went over to Villiers and squeezed Mr. Mustache's wrist lightly. James had no idea what to do to be honest, so he was just hoping he did the right thing. Villiers seemed to have a pulse and was still warm, good signs. "I'm no doctor, but I think he has a pulse. Not quite sure. Could someone more experienced check to be sure?" James asked, backing away.