RD6, Orb

[retrieverchef]

[Eliot fumbles with the orb, apparently not realizing that it's already recording.]

So, magic. Really? After living my whole life believing that magic, and fairy tales, and Peter Pan are just stories, I manage to come across the one real spell in my... Well, my world. Unless I'm really dreaming.

[He pinched himself. And winced.]

Nope. Not dreaming.

[He shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair.]

And if that weren't enough, I feel like I belong here. Which is just plain weird, man. I don't do this inexplicable stuff. It normally makes my skin crawl. And I don't normally like being abruptly taken from my team and wherever I'm currently calling home. But this time, it feels right. I mean, I miss my team. I wish they were here. But I'm not fighting to get home like I should be. And what's more, that doesn't bother me as much as it should.

[He sighs and looks around the room, his gaze resting lovingly on his new sword. He grins.]

Course, the sword might help with that. I haven't seen one this nice since Edinburgh.

Comments

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Hawk? [But Hawk has seen plenty of swords. And isn't new. And has never been to Edinburgh.]

[Faolan is so confused.]

[retrieverchef]

[He blinks. Has he seen this kid before? And for that matter, has he ever used Hawk as an alias?]

Uh, no, my name's Eliot.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

[Faolan considers a moment.] Look like Hawk.

[He tilts his head and considers some more.] Sound a little like Hawk.

[WHY ARE YOU NOT HAWK, YOU STRANGE NOT-HAWK PERSON??????]

[wheresmycoffee]

[[Well this is... odd.

..no, fuck that, this is beyond odd. This is downright creepy. And possibly a trap. ]]

Who the fuck are you?

[[The 'And why the fuck do you have my face' didn't seem like it needed to be said.]]

[retrieverchef]

[Eliot frowns slightly. So there's someone in this new world that looks a bit like him, apparently.]

Who is Hawk?

[retrieverchef]

[Eliot stares for a moment. What the HELL?!]

I'm Eliot.

[He scowls. Why the hell does this guy look and sound like him? He didn't have a twin. He knew he didn't.]

Who the hell are you?

[wheresmycoffee]

Hawk.

[[Keeps glaring a moment more before running an agitated hand through his hair.]] The fuck is this stupid place doing now... [[half muttered]]

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Hawk is DADDY.

[See? That'll show you!]

[Actually, he's not sure how much that will show you, but still. Grr!]

[retrieverchef]

[He shrugs. Like he would know.]

No idea. It can't... clone people, can it?

[Ok, he's been spending way to much time with Hardison if actually asking that.]

Because I don't have a twin.

[wheresmycoffee]

Neither do I. [[Pardon him, he needs coffee for this. The view from the orb follows him as he heads over to a positively steampunk looking contraption that's extracting every last drop of caffeinated goodness from the coffee beans he's manged to acquire.]]

And nothing here's competent enough to clone anything.

[retrieverchef]

[Ok, this is just... weird.]

So, basically, you're saying I look like your dad.

[He finds himself smiling. It might be weird. Who cares. This is pretty cool, now that he thinks about it.]

Never had kids of my own. But I love doing stuff with my nephew.

[retrieverchef]

[He crosses his arms.]

Then why the hell do you look like me?

[wheresmycoffee]

How the fuck should I know? [[Pouring his mug now. Oh coffee. Sweet, drinkable sanity.]]

[greatsquirrelhunter]

[The smile on daddy's face does it. Faolan is smiling back.]

Faolan had lots of fathers.

[retrieverchef]

[Man, that guy's coffee was setting his mouth watering.]

You sure neither of us were cloned before we got here?

[He eyed his double suspiciously.]

[retrieverchef]

[Had?! What's this kid been through?]

Your name is Faolan?

[wheresmycoffee]

[[Get your own, doppelganger. Hawk innit the sharing kind, especially not with his main addiction]]

Be more likely you'd be one of those damned shapeshifters, but if you aren't even trying to be me except in looks, wouldn't be much point in that. Not that there's any point of that shit here anyway, unless you get your kicks pretending to be a blacksmith.

[[Takes a deep dreg out of his mug]]

[retrieverchef]

[He raises his eyebrows at that revelation. Seriously, what the hell was this place? A medieval version of that tv show Hardison kept trying to make him watch?!]

Shapeshifters? What the hell? First magic, now you're telling me there's shapeshifters. What next? A time machine? And how do I know you're not the sbapeshift?

No, I'm no blacksmith. More like the guy that keeps the blacksmith in business.

[magicalflowers]

I don't think anyone really likes being taken from there team, or friends. But, we seem to have been brought here for a reason involving the thorns of this world.

[wheresmycoffee]

You just got here and I've been here for weeks. It'd be pretty damned stupid of me if I were a shapeshifter to be using the look of someone who hasn't even been in this place yet now wouldn't it? [[Another drink of coffee. It's doing wonders at calming him down]]

And you've just experienced interdimensional travel, travel through time is far less batshit than that. [[another drink, more of a sip this time]] And if you can't even handle that possibility you're in for a world of brain breaking when you actually get a look at this place.

[noblehealer]

Are you not use to magic where you are from?

[retrieverchef]

[Eliot sighs reluctantly.]. All right, I'll give you that. Not that I have any way of knowing how long you've been here.

How do you figure time travel is less insane than interdimensional travel? At least with interdimensional travel, there's a consistent chronology. You go, you do whatever, you come back. In that order. Not like time travel where you might.never come back as such or might throw all of history out of wack and negate your own existence.

[retrieverchef]

Ah, yes, the thorns. [A crease forms on Eliot's forehead.]. Is it just me or do they seem... almost sentient? At least the way they were described to me. Otherwise we could just develop a good, focused pesticide.

[retrieverchef]

[He shakes his head firmly.]

Not at all. Where I come from, magic does not exist, at least not that anyone knows of. It's just for stories to tell our kids.

[wheresmycoffee]

Less motion. With a lot of time travel you can have a person moving back along their own time-line, which is just movement of consciousness rather than anything physical. If the person physically moves, it's a little trickier, but it's still very little physical motion. Now to move between entire dimensions, unless you're just punching holes in parallels, there's a large amount of physical motion, going across who knows how many layers of universes until you find the one you want, then making a warp between all those layers to pull that person across into the layer you want.

And there's no way you can erase your entire existence. All you'd do is split off an alternate timeline, or else you'd undo what you just did by erasing yourself and create a paradox.