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Post by Miranda Wells on May 28, 2014 1:11:20 GMT
Something went horribly, horribly wrong.
Infamous intergalactic criminal "Agent" Abrella had attacked the Chronos Institute and Time Preservation Department headquarters, The "Blue Box".
He and twelve other "Chronal Renegades" hijacked an experiment ship and used it to travel back through time.
A group of seven highly trained TPD specialists, known collectively as the Timerangers, took the only other ship and went in pursuit.
It was there, in the timestream, that something.. happened..
An intense blue flare from the first ship engulfed the second.
The thirteen Renegades and six Timerangers are then separated throughout time...
[London, England 2014]
A red haired woman stood looked down upon the man sleeping on the church stairs. She shook her head, frowning, and then was gone.
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Post by Thomas Fleming on May 28, 2014 10:40:21 GMT
He remembered the Chief's order to pursue the renegades into the time stream. He remembered the time ship. He remembered an intense blue flare, panic, and then... and then things got a little hazy.
Thomas Fleming woke on the steps of St. Paul's. He struggled to sit up, and engaged his cybernetic eye. He couldn't see anything immediately wrong with time. In fact at that moment he appeared to be the only historical inconsistency.
He place a hand on the ground. Rolling what little dirt he could find between his fingertips, Thomas looked around at the city he'd landed in.
"What happened? What time period is this?"
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Post by Miranda Wells on May 28, 2014 17:24:45 GMT
"Hmm?" said a kindly old priest as he exited the cathedral, "Is there something the matter, son?"
He had been watching the man sleeping on the steps for some time now. He must have been having a rough time, perhaps he was even drunk. Was the man having problems with his wife perhaps?
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Post by Thomas Fleming on May 28, 2014 21:39:32 GMT
Thomas turned to face the priest. "I... uh... I guess I fell asleep?"
The least he said to this man, however kind he was, the better.
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Post by Miranda Wells on May 29, 2014 0:18:37 GMT
"I see.. How about you come inside now and i'll call a taxi to take you home?" said the priest, his hand on the man's shoulder.
"The steps are a strange place to choose to take a nap on," he added, "I find the pews a bit comfier myself."
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Post by Thomas Fleming on May 29, 2014 9:45:45 GMT
He decided to play along. Rule number one when separated from your team or partner: Find out when and/or where you are with as little damage to the time line as possible. Rule number two: Sit tight and hope to ever loving God that your team was somewhere soon.
"A taxi won't be necessary," he said, knowing that his home wouldn't exist for many, many centuries yet.
Although it might help me figure out where I am, exactly. London... and everything's still combustion based... He mentally rolled his eyes, Urh, could be any time period at all.
"I'll remember to find... 'the pews' ... next time."
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Post by Miranda Wells on May 29, 2014 18:32:21 GMT
"If you're sure.." the priest nodded before returning to the inside of the cathedral.
"If you change you're mind," he added before closing the door, "Come inside and ask for Father Allaway."
Once the doors closed, it wasn't long for a scream could be heard from the inside.
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Post by Dominic Geiszler on May 29, 2014 19:13:52 GMT
Thomas had only taken a few steps down towards the road to the bridge by the time the scream rang out. He paused.
I really shouldn't... He looked back at the cathedral doors. Oh don't kid yourself!
He went back two steps at a time and burst in to the cathedral.
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Post by Miranda Wells on May 29, 2014 19:25:39 GMT
Father Allaway was sprawled out across the floor, a caped figure stood before him. "Why hello there," the figure twirled around to reveal himself.  "Nice to you're still alive," chuckled Agent Abrella. |
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Post by Thomas Fleming on May 29, 2014 19:39:34 GMT
"Abrella," Thomas snarled. On instinct, he yanked out his time emblem. "Killing an innocent man? Really? Isn't splitting us up enough?"
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Post by Miranda Wells on May 29, 2014 19:44:13 GMT
"Hmm?" Abrella titled his head, "Oh! Him?"
He kicked Father Allaway who began to cough.
"He's not dead... yet."
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Post by Thomas Fleming on May 29, 2014 19:53:32 GMT
Thomas slumped.
"You really have no qualms with this? These people... they just want to live in peace. What right do you have to-" He sighed. "No, you know what? Step away from him, and I might not freeze your arse in some pathetic position for the rest of your life."
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Post by Miranda Wells on May 29, 2014 20:00:14 GMT
"Kukuku," Abrella chuckled, "Peace? There is no such thing. All throughout history one absolute truth can be observed - there is violence and suffering and there will always be violence and suffering."
He twirled around, walking to the pulpit before running his hand across it, his claws scratching against the wood.
"This is an archaic house of worship, correct? Well I worship death and pain and money. Unlike humans, I actually admit it."
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Post by Thomas Fleming on May 29, 2014 20:16:34 GMT
"Here's something: don't you hate how the TPD wants to stop you from ... worshiping?" Thomas ran to Father Allaway's side, and checked he was going to be okay. "Well that's how us normal people feel when law breakers like you decide to 'have fun'. I can't let you change the future."
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Post by Miranda Wells on May 29, 2014 20:22:14 GMT
"You poor naive fool, i'm not changing the future.. I am the future!" Abrella could hardly contain his laughter as he turned back around to look upon Thomas, "You Timerangers amuse me. This game will be interesting indeed, very interesting.. I can hardly contain my anticipation."
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