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Post by Arawn on Oct 12, 2014 17:18:57 GMT -5
Dylan had separated from Killian and their sister Dallas somewhere back up the time stream and ended up here, but he wasn't exactly sure when or where here was. He knew the vague details of this moment. The approximate time, the people involved in this tableau and even much of the outcome of this moment were known to him. That was the curse of coming from another part of the time stream.
As he looked at Cable, Hope, Calina and others in their small party, Dylan knew in his heart that more of his family should be here. His brother Galen would have been a much better choice as the person to help make sure Hope got to the past safely, but Galen knew that was not his destiny. It was Dylan's place to walk this path. Not fully Askani. Not fully a servant of the Goddess. He was, sadly, always something betwixt and between. And he was also an unknown quantity to those around the fire.
Arawn stood at a decent distance from the others, but he knew they would sense him soon, and then he'd have to explain exactly who he was and why he was there. That was not going to be fun. How did one explain, in simple but polite terms, that a 10 year-old girl might one day mean the death of his mother and that you were there not only to protect that girl but to protect a sister who did not know him and a mother who had not even had him yet?
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Post by Cable on Oct 25, 2014 12:41:16 GMT -5
Cable stared into the small pyre, absently watching the flames consume the fuel which they had brought, almost as if it were a god of its own miniscule universe, and the campers were its worshippers. On some level, he supposed they were, as for the time being this was the sole source of heat and light for the party as they prepared to move on. The warmth was felt against his skin as the man continued to wait, dwelling on many things, but mostly on what to do next. After all, he was supposed to lead them. And with that position came a responsibility to know what to do, one that he was familiar with, but had long grown weary of long ago.
It seemed that Bishop had yet to discover their location in the time-stream, but who knew how long that would be the case? The fellow time-traveller found them at every juncture, eventually, so it was likely this would be no different.
When Hope spoke, however, it jarred the man from his own thoughts, and looked towards the girl. There was not end to the guilt that Summers felt, subjugating her to this life for the past.... How many?..... 10, 10 years. It was a hard life, but not harder than the one Hope would have been promised had she stayed in her own time. At the very least, she would return to those events more prepared, able to handle the threats which would present themselves.
Standing up from his sitting position, Cable looked around at the camp of travellers. "We're packed up, then, let's move out." The soldier ordered, with not a bark of command, but just a firm order, to assure the others that he knew what he was doing.
Briefly shifting his eye's perception-filter into the infrared spectrum, just to get a handle for the darkness that would be around them, check for any nearby animals that could pose a potential problem, and the like. Caution was what had kept Cable alive for so many years, after all.
But upon seeing one figure, just outside of the light that the fire had been casting, standing there, Nathan's hand drifted to the energy-pistol that he'd strapped to his thigh, his entire body tense as he waited for a move to be made. Because if the newcomer even moved towards the campfire in a manner that Cable believed to be a threat, they would find themselves riddled with holes from the ensuing series of blasts.[/font]
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Post by Arawn on Oct 25, 2014 18:01:08 GMT -5
{{And there it is}} Dylan thought as he saw Cable stand and ready himself for any comers on this night. {{Time to explain the inexplicable, to bring the mountain to the man}}
As he looked at the group around the campfire, Dylan swallowed the lump that had been growing in his throat. He saw flashes in his mind of battles yet to be fought by those before him. He knew the triumphs and the tragedies yet to be seen by all of them, and he knew the road his own sister Calina would travel as this story played out.
"May the Bright Lady be praised and the Phantom Queen be exhalted on this night," he shouted to those around the campfire. "My name is Dylan MacFeorais, called Arawn by those in my time stream, brother to Calina and bringer of balance in a time wrought by fighting and strife in the future. I have come to help you evade the one named Bishop. Your mission must succeed."
{{I wish mother were here}} Dylan thought as he stood and watched Cable, Hope, Calina and the others. {{At least Cable might recognize her. He has no damned idea who I am, so I wouldn't blame him if he shot me. And I dare not make a wrong move, or he will}}
Dylan looked at Calina and hoped she would feel their connection through their mother Kari. It was a dangerous game he was playing, but Dylan knew the stakes in this "game" were very high indeed.
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