Post by Admin on Dec 21, 2012 17:34:52 GMT -5
((AN: This is written in RP format with one character responding to the other. I will bold the character responding to make more sense. Could change the format, but I rather like this setup))
It was a whole new world for John. One moment he'd been dealing with having his ass thrown in a holding cell while working as a SHIELD Operative. And the next, he was ducking shrapnel and building parts as something /massive/ had blown nearly half the building to shreds.
It was later discovered to be some sort of temporal displacement device by rebel mutants. Seemed the prison John had been cooling his heels in had been used as a containment facility for the device.
Unfortunately, John would not learn any of this as he'd been in the section of the facility that was blown all to hell.
So when John woke up, dirty and more than a little annoyed, in the middle of a freaking forest; he was understandably grouchy.
It was worse when weirdly dressed townsfolk screamed 'witch' at him and tried to shoot him.
And rather than coming off as some freakish monster (because that wasn't how he wanted to be portrayed), he took off into the woods and hid out in a cave until he could gather his bearings.
Because, what the hell?!?
Micah Watson *it had been a long week working in the shipyard of the airfield and he was grateful for the day off. he'd sorely missed the freedom, but didn't dare complain about getting to see a certain someone every day, even from afar. he had made it out of the city rubbing the back of his neck where the Alternator connections stuck out from under his collar. He'd long LONG since grown used to having the device implanted in his body, but sometimes on hot days, he wished that the doctor had manufactured the connectors out of cloth instead of leather.
nevertheless he didn't seem to mind and found himself making his way through the forest, enjoying the cool breeze. Above him the sounds of another airship coming to port echoed in his ears and he smirked.
the world had developed in a balance now, equal parts nature, and industrial improvement. even now, the forest looked fairly untouched, and he ran his fingers along the leaves in the brush. Pulling his leather jacket off, he slung it over his shoulders, hearing the slow and lay tick of his implanted gears as they kept his heart pumping, slow and steady. Maybe he could grab a bite to eat today...
But as he walked, he found himself stumbling across a strangely dressed man, wearing absurdly blue colored slacks, dirty... foot covers and a strange shirt with very little in the way of sleeves. Words were scrawled across the front and the man looked quite confused* excuse me! *he called, stepping down from the knoll in the trees* are you lost? the Capelli Freak show has but left town *he smirked, crossing his arms* don't you look a right mess
John Grimm -He stopped and stared at the /really/ oddly dressed guy and found himself at a loss- Freak show? I... where the hell am I? What is this place and why are people shouting 'witch' at me??
-John was a mess, alright. Having spent several days cooling his heels in the jail cell, he was dirty and ragged looking. And the idea that even here he was being trumped up as a freak and a monster. It was just too much. And he /still/ hadn't had any coffee and was more than a little pissed because he was under-caffeinated, malnourished, and mentally exhausted.
He stopped the internal rambling and just /looked/ at the guy. Here was someone who had been civil. Maybe he could help?- I'm sorry... Please. Where am I? I need to get home. And I don't even know where /here/ is.
Micah Watson *he listened to this man ramble and his brows furrowed together* whoa whoa hold a tick, mate *he stepped closer to him, looking him over. those clothes really looked odd... like they didn't belong in this place* where are you from? This is Britannia. Year 2025 of the Brass and Steel era...
*now looking entirely concerned, he gave his jacket to the man to wear, as he was shivering. From nerves, or cold, he couldn't tell.* come on mate you look a mess. Let me take you to the port, there are bunks for the airship workers. I'll get you a room near mine *he said frowning deeply. as he turned to lead the man away, the gears of his device on the exposed neck spun and clicked merrily as his worry had elevated his adrenal system. That was the only problem with his device. he'd have to oil it up when he got back to port, as it had a tendency to click too loudly if they were not maintained* Let's go. You look famished and could use a decent cup of tea.
John Grimm -He tried not to stare at the contraption at the back of the guy's neck, but the cadence of speech and clothing and then... he blinked- Wait... did you say 2025? Brass and Steel.... -He looked even more confused as they walked.
And yeah, he accepted the jacket, slipping it on. It was a little tight across the shoulders, his own broader than his new friend. He wasn't cold. Didn't really get cold anymore. The shivering was brought about by nerves and adrenaline. He'd run, though he wasn't tired. And now he was to be thrust into the ...port? Airship? What the hell? Where was he?-
So.. Britannia. I'm from the States. USA? And what're airships? You mean like jets and such?
Micah Watson *Micah listened to his new friend ramble on and on and he chuckled* No can't say that I know of where these ... "states" are. There's really only a handful of lands here, don't you know that? Britannia, Asiatica, Africaana, and the poles. and I can't say I know what a jet is but..
*he looked up, hearing another airship coming into port. He smirked, recognizing it as the Dutchman, and he pointed up* If you don't know what an airship is you have been living in obscurity mate *he chuckled, watching as this new person looked up at the landing ship above them. huge, sleek and beautifully designed, the steam powered propellers pushed the ship through the air smooth and effortlessly, the sails billowing as steam made its way into the sunset painted sky above. *
John Grimm -He nearly choked on his tongue. Mouth hanging agape, it took John a moment to catch himself and snap his jaw shut. /That/ was an airship?! What the hell? And no one had heard of America? Well, that might be a good thing. John had never been a proponent of Thanksgiving, anyway-
Well... I... huh. I think I might be more lost than I thought.
-His voice was a bit hushed and quiet, full of awe. He'd never seen a place like the port before. It was something right out of a sci-fi movie. An /old/ sci-fi movie. He blinked, looking around and found himself staring at the sheer wonder.
Everything was as the man had said. Brass and Steel. Gears and steam and he was utterly floored.- This is.. amazing. I've never seen the like.
Micah Watson *he smirked, putting a hand on the swaying man's back quietly* hold yourself you're about to swoon like a woman *he teased, raising a brow at him* i take it you've not even heard of such a thing as this place... *he walked with him quietly towards the port, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his breeches* Why what does it look like where you come from....
*as they walked, he waved to the foreman of the docks, pointing to the lost man and signing something to him, about the man being lost. Being in the airship ports, it was necessary to learn sign language as the ship engines and propellers had a tendency to be quiet loud. The foreman simply nodded and signed back to Micah, allowing them entry.*
Come this way. My bunk is on the second floor. There's a spare room across from mine. You can stay and work until you find a way to get.. wherever it is you came from.
John Grimm -That stopped John and he caught himself. Swoon like a woman? Never in his life had anyone ever told him he was gonna swoon like a woman. He narrowed his eyes, but it was more him being affronted at being equated with a woman than anything.
He continued to watch and soak up his surroundings. Observation was the key to survival, after all. Realizing he'd been asked a question, he blinked and focused on the man's words-
Dirty, cars, too many people, lots of anger... war. -He shook his head- This is like some sort of Engineer's wet dream right here. It's peaceful, smells clean... It's unreal.
-Yeah, he was rambling again. John quickly shut his mouth and fell silent. Not a sullen silence, but one where he watched and soaked up everything around him.-
Micah Watson *he listened, leading him up the stairs to the bunk rooms. when they arrived at his own, they looked inside. The port overlooked the bay of the untouched ocean, glistening in the sunset. The port was filled with airships, from small little jetters to majestic imperialist ships. The ship that they had seen come in, although massive, was dwarfed by the imperialist ships, the elegant brass and wooden carriers looking regal in their resting holds.
Micah smirked and turned back to the other man, pulling his shirt off. Now the peek of the device that john had seen was fully visible. It was large and sleek, reaching from mid neck down to mid back, wrapping around to his chest by a leather connector to another gear laden plate over his heart. In the center of the chest plate was exposed a small white stone, and with the device now no longer muffled, john could faintly make out the sounds of the gears moving, and the "whirr" of the device every time Micah moved his head* I rather don't think i would want to see where you come from. What part of Asiatica is that? it must be out in one of the badlands...
John Grimm Not quite. Which direction are we facing? West? -He turned and glanced at the man before looking back out the window. Pointing directly west, he shrugged a shoulder-
I have no idea how I got this far, but there is a continent over the ocean. Where I'm from it's called the Americas. North and South. North is the United States. It's a conglomeration of states joined together with a single capital, though there are smaller within each state.
-He paused, trying to think of a /positive/ way to describe things. He'd been out of the loop with the election and whatnot. The fact that they'd elected an African American president had been of no great importance to him. In John's time, they'd already had two women presidents. Not that it mattered. But try as he might, he couldn't think of anything terribly positive.
But the fact that it was 2025. In a year, in his own time, he would be going to Mars with his parents. Somewhere (maybe?) his parents were alive. Sam.. He swallowed hard.. Sam was alive. Maybe.-
Micah Watson *he listened to him speak, his brows furrowing together quietly* ... mate... there's nothing out there but ocean. we know this... it's a broad expanse of water that reaches to the other side of Asiatica.... *he frowned, wondering if the man was fevered at all* you need water. It has been an interesting day for you...
*he turned his back on the man, bending over the water bucket and pulling out a large tumbler full of cold water for him. he turned back handing John the glass* here. drink. *he smirked shaking his head* but i can assure you... there is nothing here, between us and Asiatica...
John Grimm There's... -He turned again, expression both shocked and horrified- There's nothing over there? No continent? No Native Americans? No... oh god. -He fell back against the bunk and sat hard, looking up at the man. He accepted the water, but couldn't bring himself to drink it. If there was no America... did that mean he didn't exist here, his family didn't?
His thought processes skidded to a halt. What if whatever he'd fallen through had been an Einstein-Rosen bridge? What if he was on another planet? It resembled Earth, but wasn't? Question was: did Einstein exist here?-
You wouldn't happen to know anything about the Theory of Relativity, would you?
Micah Watson *he listened to him speak, his face completely blank as he talked* uhm... n-no I'm afraid I don't.. *he said quietly, now looking thoroughly concerned* have you hit your head? You look concerned. exactly... where are you from. In detail? *he asked, wishing he could help this poor man out before he fell ill*
Micah sat next to him on the bunk, across from the hammock and looked at him with utter concern on his face* I am sorry, mate I think you are terribly confused... did someone do this to you??
John Grimm I don't know, to be honest. I was a prisoner, being held against my will and there was an explosion. -He sighed and looked at the water, suddenly suspicious of even that. The guy had been nice, helped him out when he needed it, but...-
So there's no Einstein here.. no bridges... -it was more to himself, as he gazed into the water and sighed softly- I don't know if I /can/ go home. Or where I am now. Is this Earth? Am I still on Earth?
Micah Watson *he shook his head* i don't know if it is what you are looking for but.. the astronomers call this place we live on... Oceana.. the water planet. You see... there is a need for the airships... the planet consist of nearly 90% water. The land masses i mentioned are the only source of dry land we have...
*he leaned in giving him a hard look, he frowned* who is Einstein... and... Bridges? are they people you know personally? *he couldn't believe that this gentleman was so utterly confused... but if he were stuck here he would need to blend in. Not be accosted by the others...*
John Grimm Another planet. -It made sense- I must've fallen through something during the explosion. Or else I'm dead. -sadly, that made sense too.
He finally gave in and took a drink of the water. Tasted like water. He sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose- No, I don't know Einstein. He was a scientist. Created a bunch of stuff. Huh.... so none of that here. Am I going to be hunted like a monster?
Micah Watson *he listened, not really comprehending what he was saying but nodding all the same* uhm... well then. He sounds like an admirable man. Sounds like our scientists. they created the ships, the artificial limbs that run off of the human body's own mechanical system *he smiled* a boy had had his leg cut off in a shipping accident. when The doctor had fashioned him the artificial leg, he attached it directly to the boy's nervous system and muscle structure. Now he walks as if he had never lost the limb at all.
You were in an explosion. That is odd no explosions have been reported as of late... *he paused looking up at him* and i doubt you will be hunted. Are you human, vampire, sprite, or humanoid demon? *he asked, looking quite serious*
John Grimm -He blinked- They found a way to work the prosthetic right into the nervous system? That's an incredible achievement. I didn't know they'd found a way to do that.
-Okay, so this place was admittedly more advanced than where he'd been. He could get behind that. Of course, then he found himself smirking- No, I'm not a demon or anything. Just a guy. A very lost, extremely confused guy. If that makes sense.
Micah Watson *he nodded* oh yes they'd managed to discover the secret 20 years prior, they just continued to advance on that. Of course they need not the power to work the muscles of the prosthetic as the electrical systems in our own bodies is enough to power them. *he patted his chest piece and turned to show him the gear and cog powered implant in his spine* this is just an example.
*he smirked and turned back to look at the man* so human. how strange. The villagers must have seen you appear and thought you a with. They will not burn vampires or others... but witches and demon are top in the list *he shook his head* nasty buggers they are. They've always been a bane to we vampires...
John Grimm -His breath caught- You're a vampire? Like fangs and blood drinking and no garlic and stuff? -He snorted softly- I can't say I ever met any vampires before. Are you immortal?
-He didn't offer up his own predicament, his own immortality. He wasn't a /witch/, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be persecuted as one if they found out he was /different/.-
Micah Watson *he laughed* uhm.. well yes and no. I dont know what you mean by garlic, but yes I do drink blood. Almost entirely. Although i have relearned to enjoy human food again. and yes... i am immortal *he said quietly, looking down at his lap. When he looked up again his eyes were no longer blue, but solid black, event he whites of his eyes were gone in the abyss. And when he smiled, his fangs showed bright and shiny in the low light*
John Grimm That's kinda cool. -He smirked a little. Genetic enhancements made certain that he didn't fear much.- I know the myth surrounding vamps where I was from said you were allergic to garlic. -He shrugged-
Just don't get any ideas about feeding on me. I'm nobody's meal.
Micah Watson *he shook his head in response, laughing* no... i don't intend on feeding from you. They keep me well fed here. And I am actually not quite sure what garlic is... it is an herb correct?
*as they sat and talked, he found himself growing far more comfortable with this man. Dare he say a new friend. As they talked, he stood and stepped into the hall of the bunkhouse and to a closet. He grabbed some clothing and brought them back for john setting them on the bed* your outlandishly blue breeches will stick out like a sore thumb here. Dress in this. at least you wont be singled out and questioned.
John Grimm -He snorted softly and nodded- Yeah, it's an herb. Really good one. The Italians used it in all their food and it makes it taste better. It's kinda sad to think that there might not be garlic bread here.
-He shrugged and sighed, oh well. He'd find a way to eat, somehow. He accepted the clothing and raised a brow at the style. It was almost Victorian in style. he actually found he kinda liked it.- Thanks. I'm John, by the way. John Grimm. Never did catch your name.
Micah Watson *he smiled sitting on the hammock before lounging, swinging back and forth gently* my name is Micah. and i am sorry that you will not have this herbed bread you speak of. Perhaps we can find you a suitable substitute. *he smiled and closed his eyes just enjoying the gentle swinging motion of the hammock for a minute*
i believe the foreman of the port will put you to work *he said looking up at him* that is if you accept. it gives you a place to stay, to eat, to be sheltered. The nearest homestead is not for another 10 miles or so and is generally reserved for families and beyond that, the magistrates, authorities and military kingdom. everyone here has a place and a place for everyone.
John Grimm Sounds like a good place, actually. -He nodded- Micah. Nice to meet you. Thanks... -he shrugged and smirked- for not killing or trying to kill me back there.
-He looked around and considered his options. Work wasn't something he was unaccustomed to, so why not?- Yeah, I'll work. Do what they need. I used to be military, so I know how to get in and get my hands dirty.
Micah Watson *his face beamed and he sat up* military! so you must be accustomed to the spear, the rapier and the crossbow then! They have more modern weapons now but many of them still use the old weaponry at least for show. when I was human they were common weapons. Now they use firearms and explosives. I am actually well versed in using them myself but i had to give it up to work here...
John Grimm Spear? -He laughed a little at that, but he nodded- Yeah, I s'pose I could use a spear or a.. rapier..sword? And I can use a crossbow, but not a regular bow and arrow. Those things're a bitch to use. I'm more a rifle and shotgun guy. Projectiles. Explosives. I was a sniper and sometime demolitions man when I served.
-He smiled, sobering- Sounds like I might fit in, after all.
Micah Watson Oh no archery then. A pity, it is one of my favored pastimes *he chuckled and rocked himself gently in the hammock* And i am so please you are willing to stay. you are great fun.
*as he spoke, however he heard the calls of an airship readying for flight and he recognized the caller. He stood up quickly and rushed to the window, his eyes landing on the Flying Dutchman. He watched as crewmen boarded the airship finally followed by the one he sought. The dark haired man looked absolutely stunning in the sunset and he found himself staring dreamily at him as he rested his elbow against the window* I think you will fit in just fine....
John Grimm -He caught the look and stood so he could follow the man's gaze- He yours? Pretty hot. How is it you're down here keeping me company when he's up there?
-He shrugged- If it's none of my business, tell me to shut up, but I'd say go get 'im.
Micah Watson *he blinked, looking up at him and blushing* oh no.. *he laughed awkwardly, pulling away from the window reluctantly (The captain had boarded the airship anyway) and pulled his shirt on* he's not mine... never can be *he chuckled almost sounding disappointed and sad* he's a captain. Prestigious, loyal and beautiful. I am an ex mercenary... and a port rat. I clean and maintain the holds that his ship lands on without a care. *he smiled up at him* we are incompatible. Besides... I believe the last i heard of him he was married to a lady of the pearl city...
John Grimm -He made a face at that- So it's like that... stations and shit like that? Basically unless you're fantastically wealthy, you're shit, right? Great.
-It wasn't a surprise to him, really. He was used to being at the bottom of the food chain. Always the grunt, never the Captain. Oh well. He shrugged and laughed a little bit- Guess I shouldn't be surprised. So that make me a grunt too?
Micah Watson *he frowned* shit? uhm.. i don't know about that. but there is a hierarchy yes... However, others of the lower class have been known to work themselves up to a higher class without much complaint. So it is not impossible. *he looked out the window, watching the beautiful ship take off into the sky for whatever mission Captain Turner had to complete* I just believe i have peaked in my importance. Besides I've never even spoken to the captain. And married *he made a face* never would matter. I must unfortunately watch him from the distance. which i suppose is better than nothing at all *he smirked*
John Grimm Are you sure he's married? -He shrugged- I mean, if you've never talked to him, you'd never know. -He chuckled- One thing I've learned in life, if there's something you want, you go after it until either you know for certain you can't have it... or you get it.
-He shrugged- Course, I wound up getting taken hostage and thrown into a jail cell and blasted to another planet. So I might not be your best adviser.
Micah Watson You find it not at all foolish that i pine for another man? *he asked, raising a brow at him* you truly do come from a strange place then,w here men are blown to other planets and do not fuss over the romance between two men.
*he did take his words into consideration though... perhaps when the captain returns he would be brave enough to at least say hello to him...*
John Grimm -He laughed at the way Micah worded the question- Nah. Where I'm from gay rights are good. 'Sides, I play for both teams. I've been in love with a guy, had it fall apart. Can't say the same for women, but y'know...
-He shrugged again and lay back on his elbows- i say trust your gut, man. If you wanna meet him, maybe we can go see about working on his ship?
Micah Watson *he shook his head* he is very selective of his crewmen. It would suffice if i ran into him at the docks. *he said feeling a bit more relaxed. Maybe he COULD speak to him! What harm would come of it? Micah smiled and clapped a hand on his shoulder* you are a good friend. I will take your advice and greet him the next time he returns to port.
*he smiled and turned to the door, motioning to him*c come you must be famished. They provide food of all kinds here, and any dietary need. they even take my vampirism into consideration. I am not the only non-human that works at this port. There have been a number of sprites and fairy types, one elf, I believe a lycan still works for them, and two vampires just left the port for the pearl city *he smiled* you will be welcomed
John Grimm -He stood and quickly changed clothes. Wouldn't look right showing up with his beat-to-hell jeans and bdu-shirt. Micah was right, he /would/ stand out. Once he'd changed, he followed his new friend-
It's so weird that everyone gets along so well. I met some Hunters where I'd been before that hunted lycans and vampires. I never got in on that. Just ghost hunting mostly. The occasional demon. I can fight demons if they need that. -He shrugged- But yeah, I'm starving. My metabolism is wicked high, so I have to eat a lot more.
Micah Watson *he chuckled and lead him to the mess hall. the smell of the food wafting out was like music and he even found himself watering at the mouth at the smell of the food* Then eat you shall. They leave the food open to take what you please. I believe they have roasted lamb this evening if you enjoy that type of food.
*he lead him to the counters where the food was spread out before them. Roasted lamb, vegetables and greens, diced potatoes and carrots blended together, bread, bean soup, and a spread of fruits. he smiled* take what you wish *he said going to the end where a large cauldron of warmed blood was waiting for him. he ladled himself two large tankards full of blood and then snagged several pieces of seasoned bread to nibble on*
John Grimm -He followed, but stopped, raising a brow- You don't buy it? No money's exchanged? They just feed you what you can eat? -The concept was totally foreign to him. It was actually like a Utopian Society, something he'd read about growing up while stuck in the group homes.
And promptly filled a plate with good food, looking around to make sure no one was gonna attack him for stealing food. He felt vaguely like a criminal taking the food and giving nothing in return-
Micah Watson Your payment is the labor you bring *he reassured him, smiling* the ports are very good to their workers. at least that is the case in Britannia. Many of the airship ports i have visited are the same way. *he laughed seeing his nervous look* don't be so afraid. Take what you wish, although they do encourage no more than two plates if you absolutely must. the food is prepared out of generosity by the village for their protection and commerce from the airships.
John Grimm So I work off what I eat. -He relaxed visibly- I can live with that. And I can work just as hard, if not harder, than the next man. -He'd be cautious with his eating habits, knowing that he'd have to make it last. His mouth quirked and he looked at Micah- Do they ever get people the chance to cook in return? Or...I don't know, something.
Micah Watson *he smirked* I'm not sure actually. I think so. I mean, i don't see why they wouldn't allow someone to cook in return *he chuckled and sat down with him, sipping from one tankard quietly. Good blood... must have been pig's blood this time* Why do you ask? are you a good cook? *he asked, smiling*
John Grimm I have what my people call Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. PTSD for short. I was in several combat situations and it's messed up my head a little -he said softly, as he sat- One of the therapies, ways to cope, was to bake cakes and pies. So I do. Sometimes it helps.
Micah Watson *he nodded, looking somewhat mystified but otherwise fairly understanding* i see. So making food makes you feel better. I had never thought of that. Then again for the past 500 years i sustained myself on nothing but blood. I barely eat solid food *he said shrugging his shoulders* these cakes... are they starchy or sweet?
John Grimm Sweet generally, but when the mood strikes, I make whatever I have around. -he shrugged again- It was either that or knit things. And I don't see myself as the knitty-type. -he laughed a little, not sure if knitting was something they had- I clean weapons to an exacting degree too, when an episode hits...
It was a whole new world for John. One moment he'd been dealing with having his ass thrown in a holding cell while working as a SHIELD Operative. And the next, he was ducking shrapnel and building parts as something /massive/ had blown nearly half the building to shreds.
It was later discovered to be some sort of temporal displacement device by rebel mutants. Seemed the prison John had been cooling his heels in had been used as a containment facility for the device.
Unfortunately, John would not learn any of this as he'd been in the section of the facility that was blown all to hell.
So when John woke up, dirty and more than a little annoyed, in the middle of a freaking forest; he was understandably grouchy.
It was worse when weirdly dressed townsfolk screamed 'witch' at him and tried to shoot him.
And rather than coming off as some freakish monster (because that wasn't how he wanted to be portrayed), he took off into the woods and hid out in a cave until he could gather his bearings.
Because, what the hell?!?
Micah Watson *it had been a long week working in the shipyard of the airfield and he was grateful for the day off. he'd sorely missed the freedom, but didn't dare complain about getting to see a certain someone every day, even from afar. he had made it out of the city rubbing the back of his neck where the Alternator connections stuck out from under his collar. He'd long LONG since grown used to having the device implanted in his body, but sometimes on hot days, he wished that the doctor had manufactured the connectors out of cloth instead of leather.
nevertheless he didn't seem to mind and found himself making his way through the forest, enjoying the cool breeze. Above him the sounds of another airship coming to port echoed in his ears and he smirked.
the world had developed in a balance now, equal parts nature, and industrial improvement. even now, the forest looked fairly untouched, and he ran his fingers along the leaves in the brush. Pulling his leather jacket off, he slung it over his shoulders, hearing the slow and lay tick of his implanted gears as they kept his heart pumping, slow and steady. Maybe he could grab a bite to eat today...
But as he walked, he found himself stumbling across a strangely dressed man, wearing absurdly blue colored slacks, dirty... foot covers and a strange shirt with very little in the way of sleeves. Words were scrawled across the front and the man looked quite confused* excuse me! *he called, stepping down from the knoll in the trees* are you lost? the Capelli Freak show has but left town *he smirked, crossing his arms* don't you look a right mess
John Grimm -He stopped and stared at the /really/ oddly dressed guy and found himself at a loss- Freak show? I... where the hell am I? What is this place and why are people shouting 'witch' at me??
-John was a mess, alright. Having spent several days cooling his heels in the jail cell, he was dirty and ragged looking. And the idea that even here he was being trumped up as a freak and a monster. It was just too much. And he /still/ hadn't had any coffee and was more than a little pissed because he was under-caffeinated, malnourished, and mentally exhausted.
He stopped the internal rambling and just /looked/ at the guy. Here was someone who had been civil. Maybe he could help?- I'm sorry... Please. Where am I? I need to get home. And I don't even know where /here/ is.
Micah Watson *he listened to this man ramble and his brows furrowed together* whoa whoa hold a tick, mate *he stepped closer to him, looking him over. those clothes really looked odd... like they didn't belong in this place* where are you from? This is Britannia. Year 2025 of the Brass and Steel era...
*now looking entirely concerned, he gave his jacket to the man to wear, as he was shivering. From nerves, or cold, he couldn't tell.* come on mate you look a mess. Let me take you to the port, there are bunks for the airship workers. I'll get you a room near mine *he said frowning deeply. as he turned to lead the man away, the gears of his device on the exposed neck spun and clicked merrily as his worry had elevated his adrenal system. That was the only problem with his device. he'd have to oil it up when he got back to port, as it had a tendency to click too loudly if they were not maintained* Let's go. You look famished and could use a decent cup of tea.
John Grimm -He tried not to stare at the contraption at the back of the guy's neck, but the cadence of speech and clothing and then... he blinked- Wait... did you say 2025? Brass and Steel.... -He looked even more confused as they walked.
And yeah, he accepted the jacket, slipping it on. It was a little tight across the shoulders, his own broader than his new friend. He wasn't cold. Didn't really get cold anymore. The shivering was brought about by nerves and adrenaline. He'd run, though he wasn't tired. And now he was to be thrust into the ...port? Airship? What the hell? Where was he?-
So.. Britannia. I'm from the States. USA? And what're airships? You mean like jets and such?
Micah Watson *Micah listened to his new friend ramble on and on and he chuckled* No can't say that I know of where these ... "states" are. There's really only a handful of lands here, don't you know that? Britannia, Asiatica, Africaana, and the poles. and I can't say I know what a jet is but..
*he looked up, hearing another airship coming into port. He smirked, recognizing it as the Dutchman, and he pointed up* If you don't know what an airship is you have been living in obscurity mate *he chuckled, watching as this new person looked up at the landing ship above them. huge, sleek and beautifully designed, the steam powered propellers pushed the ship through the air smooth and effortlessly, the sails billowing as steam made its way into the sunset painted sky above. *
John Grimm -He nearly choked on his tongue. Mouth hanging agape, it took John a moment to catch himself and snap his jaw shut. /That/ was an airship?! What the hell? And no one had heard of America? Well, that might be a good thing. John had never been a proponent of Thanksgiving, anyway-
Well... I... huh. I think I might be more lost than I thought.
-His voice was a bit hushed and quiet, full of awe. He'd never seen a place like the port before. It was something right out of a sci-fi movie. An /old/ sci-fi movie. He blinked, looking around and found himself staring at the sheer wonder.
Everything was as the man had said. Brass and Steel. Gears and steam and he was utterly floored.- This is.. amazing. I've never seen the like.
Micah Watson *he smirked, putting a hand on the swaying man's back quietly* hold yourself you're about to swoon like a woman *he teased, raising a brow at him* i take it you've not even heard of such a thing as this place... *he walked with him quietly towards the port, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his breeches* Why what does it look like where you come from....
*as they walked, he waved to the foreman of the docks, pointing to the lost man and signing something to him, about the man being lost. Being in the airship ports, it was necessary to learn sign language as the ship engines and propellers had a tendency to be quiet loud. The foreman simply nodded and signed back to Micah, allowing them entry.*
Come this way. My bunk is on the second floor. There's a spare room across from mine. You can stay and work until you find a way to get.. wherever it is you came from.
John Grimm -That stopped John and he caught himself. Swoon like a woman? Never in his life had anyone ever told him he was gonna swoon like a woman. He narrowed his eyes, but it was more him being affronted at being equated with a woman than anything.
He continued to watch and soak up his surroundings. Observation was the key to survival, after all. Realizing he'd been asked a question, he blinked and focused on the man's words-
Dirty, cars, too many people, lots of anger... war. -He shook his head- This is like some sort of Engineer's wet dream right here. It's peaceful, smells clean... It's unreal.
-Yeah, he was rambling again. John quickly shut his mouth and fell silent. Not a sullen silence, but one where he watched and soaked up everything around him.-
Micah Watson *he listened, leading him up the stairs to the bunk rooms. when they arrived at his own, they looked inside. The port overlooked the bay of the untouched ocean, glistening in the sunset. The port was filled with airships, from small little jetters to majestic imperialist ships. The ship that they had seen come in, although massive, was dwarfed by the imperialist ships, the elegant brass and wooden carriers looking regal in their resting holds.
Micah smirked and turned back to the other man, pulling his shirt off. Now the peek of the device that john had seen was fully visible. It was large and sleek, reaching from mid neck down to mid back, wrapping around to his chest by a leather connector to another gear laden plate over his heart. In the center of the chest plate was exposed a small white stone, and with the device now no longer muffled, john could faintly make out the sounds of the gears moving, and the "whirr" of the device every time Micah moved his head* I rather don't think i would want to see where you come from. What part of Asiatica is that? it must be out in one of the badlands...
John Grimm Not quite. Which direction are we facing? West? -He turned and glanced at the man before looking back out the window. Pointing directly west, he shrugged a shoulder-
I have no idea how I got this far, but there is a continent over the ocean. Where I'm from it's called the Americas. North and South. North is the United States. It's a conglomeration of states joined together with a single capital, though there are smaller within each state.
-He paused, trying to think of a /positive/ way to describe things. He'd been out of the loop with the election and whatnot. The fact that they'd elected an African American president had been of no great importance to him. In John's time, they'd already had two women presidents. Not that it mattered. But try as he might, he couldn't think of anything terribly positive.
But the fact that it was 2025. In a year, in his own time, he would be going to Mars with his parents. Somewhere (maybe?) his parents were alive. Sam.. He swallowed hard.. Sam was alive. Maybe.-
Micah Watson *he listened to him speak, his brows furrowing together quietly* ... mate... there's nothing out there but ocean. we know this... it's a broad expanse of water that reaches to the other side of Asiatica.... *he frowned, wondering if the man was fevered at all* you need water. It has been an interesting day for you...
*he turned his back on the man, bending over the water bucket and pulling out a large tumbler full of cold water for him. he turned back handing John the glass* here. drink. *he smirked shaking his head* but i can assure you... there is nothing here, between us and Asiatica...
John Grimm There's... -He turned again, expression both shocked and horrified- There's nothing over there? No continent? No Native Americans? No... oh god. -He fell back against the bunk and sat hard, looking up at the man. He accepted the water, but couldn't bring himself to drink it. If there was no America... did that mean he didn't exist here, his family didn't?
His thought processes skidded to a halt. What if whatever he'd fallen through had been an Einstein-Rosen bridge? What if he was on another planet? It resembled Earth, but wasn't? Question was: did Einstein exist here?-
You wouldn't happen to know anything about the Theory of Relativity, would you?
Micah Watson *he listened to him speak, his face completely blank as he talked* uhm... n-no I'm afraid I don't.. *he said quietly, now looking thoroughly concerned* have you hit your head? You look concerned. exactly... where are you from. In detail? *he asked, wishing he could help this poor man out before he fell ill*
Micah sat next to him on the bunk, across from the hammock and looked at him with utter concern on his face* I am sorry, mate I think you are terribly confused... did someone do this to you??
John Grimm I don't know, to be honest. I was a prisoner, being held against my will and there was an explosion. -He sighed and looked at the water, suddenly suspicious of even that. The guy had been nice, helped him out when he needed it, but...-
So there's no Einstein here.. no bridges... -it was more to himself, as he gazed into the water and sighed softly- I don't know if I /can/ go home. Or where I am now. Is this Earth? Am I still on Earth?
Micah Watson *he shook his head* i don't know if it is what you are looking for but.. the astronomers call this place we live on... Oceana.. the water planet. You see... there is a need for the airships... the planet consist of nearly 90% water. The land masses i mentioned are the only source of dry land we have...
*he leaned in giving him a hard look, he frowned* who is Einstein... and... Bridges? are they people you know personally? *he couldn't believe that this gentleman was so utterly confused... but if he were stuck here he would need to blend in. Not be accosted by the others...*
John Grimm Another planet. -It made sense- I must've fallen through something during the explosion. Or else I'm dead. -sadly, that made sense too.
He finally gave in and took a drink of the water. Tasted like water. He sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose- No, I don't know Einstein. He was a scientist. Created a bunch of stuff. Huh.... so none of that here. Am I going to be hunted like a monster?
Micah Watson *he listened, not really comprehending what he was saying but nodding all the same* uhm... well then. He sounds like an admirable man. Sounds like our scientists. they created the ships, the artificial limbs that run off of the human body's own mechanical system *he smiled* a boy had had his leg cut off in a shipping accident. when The doctor had fashioned him the artificial leg, he attached it directly to the boy's nervous system and muscle structure. Now he walks as if he had never lost the limb at all.
You were in an explosion. That is odd no explosions have been reported as of late... *he paused looking up at him* and i doubt you will be hunted. Are you human, vampire, sprite, or humanoid demon? *he asked, looking quite serious*
John Grimm -He blinked- They found a way to work the prosthetic right into the nervous system? That's an incredible achievement. I didn't know they'd found a way to do that.
-Okay, so this place was admittedly more advanced than where he'd been. He could get behind that. Of course, then he found himself smirking- No, I'm not a demon or anything. Just a guy. A very lost, extremely confused guy. If that makes sense.
Micah Watson *he nodded* oh yes they'd managed to discover the secret 20 years prior, they just continued to advance on that. Of course they need not the power to work the muscles of the prosthetic as the electrical systems in our own bodies is enough to power them. *he patted his chest piece and turned to show him the gear and cog powered implant in his spine* this is just an example.
*he smirked and turned back to look at the man* so human. how strange. The villagers must have seen you appear and thought you a with. They will not burn vampires or others... but witches and demon are top in the list *he shook his head* nasty buggers they are. They've always been a bane to we vampires...
John Grimm -His breath caught- You're a vampire? Like fangs and blood drinking and no garlic and stuff? -He snorted softly- I can't say I ever met any vampires before. Are you immortal?
-He didn't offer up his own predicament, his own immortality. He wasn't a /witch/, but that didn't mean he wouldn't be persecuted as one if they found out he was /different/.-
Micah Watson *he laughed* uhm.. well yes and no. I dont know what you mean by garlic, but yes I do drink blood. Almost entirely. Although i have relearned to enjoy human food again. and yes... i am immortal *he said quietly, looking down at his lap. When he looked up again his eyes were no longer blue, but solid black, event he whites of his eyes were gone in the abyss. And when he smiled, his fangs showed bright and shiny in the low light*
John Grimm That's kinda cool. -He smirked a little. Genetic enhancements made certain that he didn't fear much.- I know the myth surrounding vamps where I was from said you were allergic to garlic. -He shrugged-
Just don't get any ideas about feeding on me. I'm nobody's meal.
Micah Watson *he shook his head in response, laughing* no... i don't intend on feeding from you. They keep me well fed here. And I am actually not quite sure what garlic is... it is an herb correct?
*as they sat and talked, he found himself growing far more comfortable with this man. Dare he say a new friend. As they talked, he stood and stepped into the hall of the bunkhouse and to a closet. He grabbed some clothing and brought them back for john setting them on the bed* your outlandishly blue breeches will stick out like a sore thumb here. Dress in this. at least you wont be singled out and questioned.
John Grimm -He snorted softly and nodded- Yeah, it's an herb. Really good one. The Italians used it in all their food and it makes it taste better. It's kinda sad to think that there might not be garlic bread here.
-He shrugged and sighed, oh well. He'd find a way to eat, somehow. He accepted the clothing and raised a brow at the style. It was almost Victorian in style. he actually found he kinda liked it.- Thanks. I'm John, by the way. John Grimm. Never did catch your name.
Micah Watson *he smiled sitting on the hammock before lounging, swinging back and forth gently* my name is Micah. and i am sorry that you will not have this herbed bread you speak of. Perhaps we can find you a suitable substitute. *he smiled and closed his eyes just enjoying the gentle swinging motion of the hammock for a minute*
i believe the foreman of the port will put you to work *he said looking up at him* that is if you accept. it gives you a place to stay, to eat, to be sheltered. The nearest homestead is not for another 10 miles or so and is generally reserved for families and beyond that, the magistrates, authorities and military kingdom. everyone here has a place and a place for everyone.
John Grimm Sounds like a good place, actually. -He nodded- Micah. Nice to meet you. Thanks... -he shrugged and smirked- for not killing or trying to kill me back there.
-He looked around and considered his options. Work wasn't something he was unaccustomed to, so why not?- Yeah, I'll work. Do what they need. I used to be military, so I know how to get in and get my hands dirty.
Micah Watson *his face beamed and he sat up* military! so you must be accustomed to the spear, the rapier and the crossbow then! They have more modern weapons now but many of them still use the old weaponry at least for show. when I was human they were common weapons. Now they use firearms and explosives. I am actually well versed in using them myself but i had to give it up to work here...
John Grimm Spear? -He laughed a little at that, but he nodded- Yeah, I s'pose I could use a spear or a.. rapier..sword? And I can use a crossbow, but not a regular bow and arrow. Those things're a bitch to use. I'm more a rifle and shotgun guy. Projectiles. Explosives. I was a sniper and sometime demolitions man when I served.
-He smiled, sobering- Sounds like I might fit in, after all.
Micah Watson Oh no archery then. A pity, it is one of my favored pastimes *he chuckled and rocked himself gently in the hammock* And i am so please you are willing to stay. you are great fun.
*as he spoke, however he heard the calls of an airship readying for flight and he recognized the caller. He stood up quickly and rushed to the window, his eyes landing on the Flying Dutchman. He watched as crewmen boarded the airship finally followed by the one he sought. The dark haired man looked absolutely stunning in the sunset and he found himself staring dreamily at him as he rested his elbow against the window* I think you will fit in just fine....
John Grimm -He caught the look and stood so he could follow the man's gaze- He yours? Pretty hot. How is it you're down here keeping me company when he's up there?
-He shrugged- If it's none of my business, tell me to shut up, but I'd say go get 'im.
Micah Watson *he blinked, looking up at him and blushing* oh no.. *he laughed awkwardly, pulling away from the window reluctantly (The captain had boarded the airship anyway) and pulled his shirt on* he's not mine... never can be *he chuckled almost sounding disappointed and sad* he's a captain. Prestigious, loyal and beautiful. I am an ex mercenary... and a port rat. I clean and maintain the holds that his ship lands on without a care. *he smiled up at him* we are incompatible. Besides... I believe the last i heard of him he was married to a lady of the pearl city...
John Grimm -He made a face at that- So it's like that... stations and shit like that? Basically unless you're fantastically wealthy, you're shit, right? Great.
-It wasn't a surprise to him, really. He was used to being at the bottom of the food chain. Always the grunt, never the Captain. Oh well. He shrugged and laughed a little bit- Guess I shouldn't be surprised. So that make me a grunt too?
Micah Watson *he frowned* shit? uhm.. i don't know about that. but there is a hierarchy yes... However, others of the lower class have been known to work themselves up to a higher class without much complaint. So it is not impossible. *he looked out the window, watching the beautiful ship take off into the sky for whatever mission Captain Turner had to complete* I just believe i have peaked in my importance. Besides I've never even spoken to the captain. And married *he made a face* never would matter. I must unfortunately watch him from the distance. which i suppose is better than nothing at all *he smirked*
John Grimm Are you sure he's married? -He shrugged- I mean, if you've never talked to him, you'd never know. -He chuckled- One thing I've learned in life, if there's something you want, you go after it until either you know for certain you can't have it... or you get it.
-He shrugged- Course, I wound up getting taken hostage and thrown into a jail cell and blasted to another planet. So I might not be your best adviser.
Micah Watson You find it not at all foolish that i pine for another man? *he asked, raising a brow at him* you truly do come from a strange place then,w here men are blown to other planets and do not fuss over the romance between two men.
*he did take his words into consideration though... perhaps when the captain returns he would be brave enough to at least say hello to him...*
John Grimm -He laughed at the way Micah worded the question- Nah. Where I'm from gay rights are good. 'Sides, I play for both teams. I've been in love with a guy, had it fall apart. Can't say the same for women, but y'know...
-He shrugged again and lay back on his elbows- i say trust your gut, man. If you wanna meet him, maybe we can go see about working on his ship?
Micah Watson *he shook his head* he is very selective of his crewmen. It would suffice if i ran into him at the docks. *he said feeling a bit more relaxed. Maybe he COULD speak to him! What harm would come of it? Micah smiled and clapped a hand on his shoulder* you are a good friend. I will take your advice and greet him the next time he returns to port.
*he smiled and turned to the door, motioning to him*c come you must be famished. They provide food of all kinds here, and any dietary need. they even take my vampirism into consideration. I am not the only non-human that works at this port. There have been a number of sprites and fairy types, one elf, I believe a lycan still works for them, and two vampires just left the port for the pearl city *he smiled* you will be welcomed
John Grimm -He stood and quickly changed clothes. Wouldn't look right showing up with his beat-to-hell jeans and bdu-shirt. Micah was right, he /would/ stand out. Once he'd changed, he followed his new friend-
It's so weird that everyone gets along so well. I met some Hunters where I'd been before that hunted lycans and vampires. I never got in on that. Just ghost hunting mostly. The occasional demon. I can fight demons if they need that. -He shrugged- But yeah, I'm starving. My metabolism is wicked high, so I have to eat a lot more.
Micah Watson *he chuckled and lead him to the mess hall. the smell of the food wafting out was like music and he even found himself watering at the mouth at the smell of the food* Then eat you shall. They leave the food open to take what you please. I believe they have roasted lamb this evening if you enjoy that type of food.
*he lead him to the counters where the food was spread out before them. Roasted lamb, vegetables and greens, diced potatoes and carrots blended together, bread, bean soup, and a spread of fruits. he smiled* take what you wish *he said going to the end where a large cauldron of warmed blood was waiting for him. he ladled himself two large tankards full of blood and then snagged several pieces of seasoned bread to nibble on*
John Grimm -He followed, but stopped, raising a brow- You don't buy it? No money's exchanged? They just feed you what you can eat? -The concept was totally foreign to him. It was actually like a Utopian Society, something he'd read about growing up while stuck in the group homes.
And promptly filled a plate with good food, looking around to make sure no one was gonna attack him for stealing food. He felt vaguely like a criminal taking the food and giving nothing in return-
Micah Watson Your payment is the labor you bring *he reassured him, smiling* the ports are very good to their workers. at least that is the case in Britannia. Many of the airship ports i have visited are the same way. *he laughed seeing his nervous look* don't be so afraid. Take what you wish, although they do encourage no more than two plates if you absolutely must. the food is prepared out of generosity by the village for their protection and commerce from the airships.
John Grimm So I work off what I eat. -He relaxed visibly- I can live with that. And I can work just as hard, if not harder, than the next man. -He'd be cautious with his eating habits, knowing that he'd have to make it last. His mouth quirked and he looked at Micah- Do they ever get people the chance to cook in return? Or...I don't know, something.
Micah Watson *he smirked* I'm not sure actually. I think so. I mean, i don't see why they wouldn't allow someone to cook in return *he chuckled and sat down with him, sipping from one tankard quietly. Good blood... must have been pig's blood this time* Why do you ask? are you a good cook? *he asked, smiling*
John Grimm I have what my people call Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. PTSD for short. I was in several combat situations and it's messed up my head a little -he said softly, as he sat- One of the therapies, ways to cope, was to bake cakes and pies. So I do. Sometimes it helps.
Micah Watson *he nodded, looking somewhat mystified but otherwise fairly understanding* i see. So making food makes you feel better. I had never thought of that. Then again for the past 500 years i sustained myself on nothing but blood. I barely eat solid food *he said shrugging his shoulders* these cakes... are they starchy or sweet?
John Grimm Sweet generally, but when the mood strikes, I make whatever I have around. -he shrugged again- It was either that or knit things. And I don't see myself as the knitty-type. -he laughed a little, not sure if knitting was something they had- I clean weapons to an exacting degree too, when an episode hits...