Back to the Future [Tristan]
Posted May 2, 2018 16:01:16 GMT -7
Post by Hayako Yamanoue on May 2, 2018 16:01:16 GMT -7
Hayako had set foot in the Information Age exactly once. It was a trip that had lasted all of three minutes; it was supposed to just be a quick peek in, so she could spend the afternoon wandering around and getting used to what she had only seen pictures of in the academy library before that. She’d stepped through, seen gigantic, stiffly made and glowing buildings rising what felt like miles up into the sky, followed quickly by the bright, flashing lights of all different sorts of… technology, she believed. It looked a lot to her like someone had set the whole city on fire. It sounded like it too; all of the noises seemed to meld into one giant roar, until she couldn’t tell what was technology and what was the hoards of people crammed together on the walkways, set apart from the technology. She was fine, it was all fine, but she decided she was a bit too tired for this and… would come back another day. When she was feeling better.
Two days had passed and she was feeling quite well, actually. She’d gotten good sleep and was feeling energized after her morning archery practices and meditation. The food, especially the fruits, at the cafeteria were sweet and left her feeling considerably more awake and full than the simple rice meals at home ever did. It was like getting to eat a holiday meal every day, and she honestly felt a little spoiled. It was was something to take advantage of; if she was going to tackle something tough, today was the day.
She’d made her way to the portal room and selected one of the ones to the information age at random. Language wasn’t going to matter and her knowledge of the age was low enough that she’d be awkwardly splashing about as a fish out of water about equally in every single one of them. She had on a simple, comfortable kimono - she was spoiling herself again, picking her favorite of the small few she owned - but had left the bulk of her weapons in a little, back way locked nook of the academy she was claiming as her hiding spot. From what she understood, the only one that wouldn’t get her stared at was the knife she could tuck away, hidden, in her sleeve. Food could be gotten there, so she was as ready as she was going to be. It was time to get moving.
When Hayako attempted to step through the portal, she found her legs had suddenly turned into rocks. Her stomach had taken to turning into a fairly sizable bolder as well, and she was beginning to feel very betrayed by her body. It wouldn’t be that hard; it wasn’t like the information age was much of a danger for her. Assuming she could keep a handle on her powers. Hayako found herself hurriedly looking around the room, like she might locate some sort of switch that turned off nervousness, like that lethal to nonlethal one in the training rooms. Maybe there would be someone she could ask- not much, she didn’t need much and didn’t want to bother anyone, but just for directions or something?
She did have a reason for wanting to go to the information age. They had stronger everything there; stronger weapons, stronger armor, any technology at all, and as a mage who’s offensive powers were lacking to say the least, she was going to need to lean on things like guns and explosives. Yes, so she could just ask someone about that. Information about those seemed to be fairly common knowledge among people in that world, so it likely wouldn’t be much trouble for someone to just point her in the right direction to find them.
She broke her appearance of looking like a lost, stuck puppy for the very first person with future-looking clothes she spotted. He looked friendly enough, and about her age, maybe a little younger. He definitely didn’t give off that air of danger and proneness to destruction a lot of the other kids here did. He probably wouldn’t attack her on sight. Though, she was only seeing him from behind as she came up from that direction, stopping a small few feet back, her hands held timidly together in front of her chest.
“U-um, excuse me, a-are you from the Information Age? I’ve been reading that the time period has... helpful weapons, vehicles, and tech-technology, but I’ve never been.” She lied a little to keep the explanation easy and short.
She was already fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve and she hadn’t even made her request yet. A large part of her didn’t want to; she’d just apologize for taking this man’s time and march right on into that portal and the large… unfamiliar cities… full of so many lights and people she was overwhelmed within moments. There was an uncomfortably long pause which she spent staring at the floor, before she swallowed. If she wanted to do this, she was just going to have to ask for a little bit of help.
“Could- would you be able to maybe help me find a weapons shop? I can take care of myself after that.”
The way she said it made it sound as though she was fully expecting - and even half hoping for - a no. It’d be totally fine; then she’d just go find someone else in the weirdly perfect future clothes and ask them for help instead. There were lots, and it wasn’t like she was pressed for time, so she didn’t want to put this man out of his way if he was in some sort of a rush himself.
Tristan Carter
Two days had passed and she was feeling quite well, actually. She’d gotten good sleep and was feeling energized after her morning archery practices and meditation. The food, especially the fruits, at the cafeteria were sweet and left her feeling considerably more awake and full than the simple rice meals at home ever did. It was like getting to eat a holiday meal every day, and she honestly felt a little spoiled. It was was something to take advantage of; if she was going to tackle something tough, today was the day.
She’d made her way to the portal room and selected one of the ones to the information age at random. Language wasn’t going to matter and her knowledge of the age was low enough that she’d be awkwardly splashing about as a fish out of water about equally in every single one of them. She had on a simple, comfortable kimono - she was spoiling herself again, picking her favorite of the small few she owned - but had left the bulk of her weapons in a little, back way locked nook of the academy she was claiming as her hiding spot. From what she understood, the only one that wouldn’t get her stared at was the knife she could tuck away, hidden, in her sleeve. Food could be gotten there, so she was as ready as she was going to be. It was time to get moving.
When Hayako attempted to step through the portal, she found her legs had suddenly turned into rocks. Her stomach had taken to turning into a fairly sizable bolder as well, and she was beginning to feel very betrayed by her body. It wouldn’t be that hard; it wasn’t like the information age was much of a danger for her. Assuming she could keep a handle on her powers. Hayako found herself hurriedly looking around the room, like she might locate some sort of switch that turned off nervousness, like that lethal to nonlethal one in the training rooms. Maybe there would be someone she could ask- not much, she didn’t need much and didn’t want to bother anyone, but just for directions or something?
She did have a reason for wanting to go to the information age. They had stronger everything there; stronger weapons, stronger armor, any technology at all, and as a mage who’s offensive powers were lacking to say the least, she was going to need to lean on things like guns and explosives. Yes, so she could just ask someone about that. Information about those seemed to be fairly common knowledge among people in that world, so it likely wouldn’t be much trouble for someone to just point her in the right direction to find them.
She broke her appearance of looking like a lost, stuck puppy for the very first person with future-looking clothes she spotted. He looked friendly enough, and about her age, maybe a little younger. He definitely didn’t give off that air of danger and proneness to destruction a lot of the other kids here did. He probably wouldn’t attack her on sight. Though, she was only seeing him from behind as she came up from that direction, stopping a small few feet back, her hands held timidly together in front of her chest.
“U-um, excuse me, a-are you from the Information Age? I’ve been reading that the time period has... helpful weapons, vehicles, and tech-technology, but I’ve never been.” She lied a little to keep the explanation easy and short.
She was already fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve and she hadn’t even made her request yet. A large part of her didn’t want to; she’d just apologize for taking this man’s time and march right on into that portal and the large… unfamiliar cities… full of so many lights and people she was overwhelmed within moments. There was an uncomfortably long pause which she spent staring at the floor, before she swallowed. If she wanted to do this, she was just going to have to ask for a little bit of help.
“Could- would you be able to maybe help me find a weapons shop? I can take care of myself after that.”
The way she said it made it sound as though she was fully expecting - and even half hoping for - a no. It’d be totally fine; then she’d just go find someone else in the weirdly perfect future clothes and ask them for help instead. There were lots, and it wasn’t like she was pressed for time, so she didn’t want to put this man out of his way if he was in some sort of a rush himself.
Tristan Carter