The Times They Are a-Changin' (On Hiatus (Indefinite?))

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Cave Dwelling Meta-Human Shaman

Name: Michi
Background: No language anyone on Earth is familiar with, but it has roots in Latin.
Period: With her peoples' limited technology, it might as well be around medieval times.
Era: See "period".
Origin: She had a vision of something bright deeper into the caves (actually further out of the caves, and felt compelled to check it out. Turned out to be a wormhole.
Age & Gender/Race: 24, Female, Meta-human
Height & Weight: 6'1", 175 lbs.
Appearance: Large, faintly-glowing blue eyes; midnight-blue skin and hair with bio-luminescent specks all over; hair tied back in a long ponytail; form-fitting dark-green clothing that appears to be made from some sort of organic material also with some bio-luminescence, no shoes; lithe build.
History:
Michi comes from a divergent race of humans from an alternate timeline that spent almost all of their lives in caves. As such, over the years, they adapted to the darkness (helped along by some of the plants and animals they had to eat) by gaining larger eyes, some bio-luminescence, and sensitive hearing. Due to the labyrinthine nature of the cave systems they called home, they also have an uncanny sense of direction. Michi herself is a "shaman" of sorts, her mind being a particularly good conduit for mental energies. She's still very young, though, and is still developing her skills... or at least she was, before the whole "time hop" thing.

She'd started having brief flashes of this alternate (and very bright) time a few weeks before the one that sent her to the wormhole not far from the mouth of the caves. She'd chalked it up to her psychic visions showing her the past, or possibly the future. In fact, she took it as a good sign. That meant her powers were developing more, right?

Ever since the time-hop, she's been naturally very eager to get back home, doing everything she could think of to replicate what happened... which wasn't much, since she can't read English, her meditating wasn't giving her anything, and she wanted to keep her herbs for an immediate emergency, since this world didn't seem to have any like them.
Reason to be here/things to do: Learn more about her powers... and get back home in one piece.
Personality: Naturally curious, but understandably paranoid of these weird things that sort of look like her, but... aren't. It doesn't help that she can't understand their speech (she can understand their brains, but only when her own mind can pick out what it's thinking). She also doesn't like being in the sun, because it hurts her eyes.

She would very much like to get home, and out of the gaze of that huge glowing thing in the sky. Whenever she's in it (or any bright area) she feels she has to keep her eyes closed, or at least cast down at the floor.
Powers: Telekinesis, very limited mind-reading (surface-thoughts only, and then only in snippets; not enough to help her in combat, but she can understand what anyone is thinking), very brief and vague flashes of the past or future (no control over when they happen).
Notable skills: Almost flawless dark-vision, enhanced hearing and reflexes, innate climbing and jumping abilities (which also make her less prone to injury by long falls or blunt trauma).
Equipment: Clothing that can repair itself after a while. A curved sword not unlike a katana with bits that glow much like her skin, the sharp part of the blade in particular. A small bag of crude gold coins for currency. Various herbs that help sharpen her mind. A small grappling hook and thin but strong rope.

Her clothing should be doused in water once or twice a day. Its other nutrients are gained through Michi's skin, which she can replace by simply eating. She can eat pretty much any human food (as long as it doesn't have too much salt), but she thinks it tastes funny.

Her katana blade is comparable to steel, but lighter.

The herbs are try and can be ingested two ways: Eating or smoking. Eating it makes it lasts about an hour. Smoking it makes it last pretty much all day, but it has to be prepared a specific way and all of the smoke has to be inhaled.

Soldier of a Future

Spoiler: Character Sheet: Dune Sargos

Name: Dune Sargos
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Anglo-Saxon Caucasian
Height: 6'3"
Weight: Average
Build: Slightly Muscular
Appearance: Slightly Muscular with Lightly Tanned Skin, Short Dark Brown Hair, and Green Eyes. He has a rather large scar running across his face and usually has a rather sombre expression crossing it.

He is currently wearing the standard uniform of the Rust Rangers which is essentially ODST armour that has been painted over with a jungle camouflage that would be appropriate for Vietnam.

Background: In the history he comes from the year is 2103. The technology level is advanced and has cyberpunk elements. He arrived in the present via an anomaly in space in time which he accidentily stumbled into during a patrol in the North American Sprawl.

For specific elements of it's history, look up a game called binary domain.

Spoiler: Exceptions to said timeline, May contain spoilers for Binary Domain

Exceptions in said history would be that Japan's population had been completely replaced by the time the RUST crew had arrived, this lead to the failure of the mission. Because the mission had failed the IRTC proceeded with a full on invasion of Japan. This leads to Amada bombing most of the planet and invading it using machines.

The sprawls that survived the the bombardments became overrun with a jungle like wilderness. The war ended a year ago with the destruction of the source AI. However packs of semi sentient robots still wander the sprawls.

History: Dune was orphaned at the beginning of the war, and due to his young age and the chaos during those times he ended up forgetting his real name over time. He was used as a scavenger as most children were at the beginning, however at eight he was drafted fully into the forces. First as defence but by the time he was sixteen he had received enough experience to be a shock troop on the frontlines. When he hit the age of twenty one he was trained to be a commando and was one until the end of the war. He spent nineteen years fighting machines, and the end of the war wasn't the end of the danger, there was still machines mindlessly wandering the sprawls and people were striking out as bandits. The various survivng militaries ended up reorganising into a new government and Dune signed up for the new guard, ending up in the 451st Regiment, the Rust Rangers.

He was on patrol in the jungles of the north american sprawl when he walked into an invisible anomaly in space and time. He felt pain wash over his body as his satellite connections went down. A second later he was somewhere else.

Reason to be here/things to do: Survive, Retroactively abort Yohji Amada, and Prevent the Machine Revolution.

Personality: Due to the war he is usually quite grim. Exceptionally paranoid and cautious due to the circumstances of how he got to the present and his experiences with Hollow Children. Due to his long career in the military he is generally honourable in action.

Powers: Nanotechnological enhancement is common for soldiers in is time and Dune has received several enhancements. The ones he has received boost his upper body strength, his reflexes, his motor skills, his eyesight, his immune system, the resiliency of his cells (to the point of being bullet resistant), and the regeneration rate of his cells (controlled rapid healing).

Notable Skills: Advanced Weapons Handling (Small Arms Focused), Advanced Wilderness Survival Skills (Jungle Focused), Basic Engineering Skills (Electronics Focused), Basic Medical Skills (Combat Focused), he is trained in Parkour, and was an excellent student in Field Craft.

Languages: English, French, Japanese, and Spanish.

Spoiler: Equipment

- ODST-like body armour, helmet, and armoured rucksack (ODST as in the halo kind).
- A Combination Wrist Watch and Compass.
- A RAOW-R8 Assault Rifle (He modified it to be more ergonomic for humans and also added: a Silencer, a Holographic Sight, and an Angled Foregrip).
- A RAOW-S7 Shotgun (Modified to be more ergonomic for humans and Dune loads it with SCMITR Flechette Shells).
- A LE-18 Machine Pistol (Modified to be more ergonomic for humans and added a Silencer).
- Ammunition.
- Pack Batteries.
- A Machete.
- A Survival Knife.
- A Lighter.
- A Grappling Gun.
- A Flask filled with Corn Whiskey.
- A Cantine filled with Purified Water.
- A Cred-stick (non-functional in present).
- A Bedroll.
- A Personal survival kit (A GPS unit, matches, sterno, a radio, a flashlight, batteries, flares, a handaxe, a swiss army knife, a weeks worth of trail rations, etc.).
- A Medkit (besides basic medical supplies it includes a set of nanomachines and chemicals intended for the rapid stabilisation and healing of the critically wounded).

Misc.: His first name was his nickname and his last name was the last name of his Instructor from during his Commando Training.

The Holy Crusader

Spoiler

Name: Wigbehrt Knopf

Background: Language: German, Latin

Period: First Crusade (Slightly altered to include magic)

Era: Medieval, 1099

Origin: During what would come to be known as the Massacre of Jerusalem, he was storming a house when he found a door, glowing a dark, faint blue.

Height & Weight: 5'7, 230 lbs.

Appearance: A muscular man, he is never seen without the dour look on his face or his armour, mostly chainmail with a tabard adorned with his orders holy insignia, although he was unfortunately without a helmet. His hair is a chestnut brown that reaches his shoulders, and his beard is still soft with youth. His eyes are a slightly glowing light blue, due to his power.

History: Although he was born a German, and raised one, he was never accepted due to his power. Many children feared him and adults exploited him, doctor by day pariah by night. His father died while he was fairly young, though he barely took notice with all the work the town leaders pushed down his throat and the bruises from thrown stones that the boys were so keen on throwing. His mothers rape and murder gave him a bit more reaction, and marked the day he learned of his arrows. 3 boys and their father died that night. He was allowed to live, though in a cell. One day as a Templar passed through his town, wounded. Young Wigbehrt was allowed to use his power on him, sealing his wounds in a warm, golden light. The Templar took this to mean he was an agent of god, and took him as a squire, nobody objected and it was with him he was truly happy. He was as a shadow for the man till he came of age, when he was promoted to a knight.

Reason to be here/things to do: To take Jerusalem back for the Christians.

Personality: He is grim and serious, and his belief in Christ guides his every move. He is also very old testament, and prone to holding a grudge. He is often baffled at the idea of Atheists or people with different religions, as he sees himself as an angel of war. If there was one postive thing to say about him, is that he is a quick learner, and adapts with ease to most outlandish situations. His combat skill is impressive, though he goes about it quickly, thoughtlessly, and efficiently.

Powers: Angelic Arm (Celestial arrows, Healing), He has had this power since he was a boy, and is one of his main reasons for joining the Templars. When activated, his right arm glows a warm, brilliant gold, and a wing made of light emerges from his shoulder blade, though it doesn't allow him to fly. The 'arrows' fly out of his palms, and can cut through armor effectively.

Notable skills: Horse riding and fencing.

Equipment:

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Indian Chief/Mystic

Spoiler: Taza Nantan

Name: Taza Nantan

Background: Late 1800?s, Wild West (A.K.A. Cowboys and Indians)

Origin: Entered a portal during a ceremony trying to contact the spirits of the earth.

Age & Gender/Race: 27, Male, Native American

Height & Weight: 6 feet tall, 217 lbs

Appearance:

Spoiler: Try to guess which one he is

History: Taza was born to an Apache Tribe in the late 1800?s and grew up as an orphan. His father had been shot by American soldiers, and his mother died giving birth to his younger sister. He was trained to be a vicious, deadly warrior. He became incredibly skilled in the timeless Apache ways of war such as knives, bows, and guerilla tactics. When he was 25, he discovered powers given to him by the spirits. He learned he could speak to animals and manipulate nature. Taza used these powers to lead his then-chiefless tribe through a very harsh winter, after which he was named the new chief. HGe was one of the few leaders of the Apache that did not follow Geronimo?s example. He did not fold to the white man?s control, but he also did not wage open war on them. Recently, food had been scarce and the local cowboys and settlers had put a price on his head. He and the tribe shamans attempted to contact the spirits for guidance, and ended up opening a portal in time, which Taza entered.


Reason to be here/things to do: Looking for a way to ensure the safety of his tribe.

Personality: Taza is a hardened warrior and a cautious leader, despite his age. He is not arrogant, but he will also not tolerate disrespect. He is also fiercely protective of nature.

Powers: Other than his skills as an Apache warrior, the spirits granted him the ability to speak with animals and manipulate nature. What that means is he can make trees fall or bend (and other similar plant related things), he can influence (but not take total control of) weather, and he can never get lost in a forest or jungle.

Notable skills: Assuming this means regular honed abilities, he is a frighteningly lethal knife-fighter, he is a marksman with a bow and arrow, he is a great tactician , tracker, and hunter. He can use a gun, but he isn?t particularly good and prefers more traditional weapons.

Equipment: Bow and arrows, multiple knives, war club, tomahawk

Languages: Native Apache Language, English, A bit of Spanish

Magi of Zoroaster

Spoiler: Saoshyan

Name: Saoshyan
Background:
Period: 4th Century BCE
Era: Magical Ancient
Origin: Voluntary time displacement.
Sao is a new Magi of Zoroaster, and already a competent wizard to boot. He speaks Avestan, but knows a spell that (when it works, which is only when it's really necessary) allows him to speak and understand other languages for a short time.
Age & Gender/Race: 16, male, Persian.
Height & Weight: 5'4?, 120lbs.
Appearance: Sao dresses in all-red robes, with a red turban and slippers. He is thin, with many intricate tattoos across his face, arms and torso, most of which are images of either fire, water, or the night sky. He isn't especially muscular, owning to his training as a priest taking most of his time. He has dark brown hair worn short, and bright green eyes.
History: Sao was given to the priesthood at birth, due to his mother dying from birthing trouble and his father having died weeks after his conception. He was raised from birth to be a priest, a Magi, and, as such, was able to attain priesthood far before many would. He was trained in the magic arts of Zoroaster, of reading the stars and controlling the elements of atar and apo, fire and water. He displayed precocious talents in these arts, and mastered the basics before he was seven years old. After this, he learned miscellaneous magic from the magi in the fire temple. At 15, he became a full-fledged magi, and began his ministrations. However, after only a year, he began to grow restless and desire to travel the world. In a vision, the god Ahura Mazda showed him the ritual to open a portal to a new time, a new place. Upon waking, Sao immediately gathered the needed items and performed the rite.
Reason to be here/things to do: Boredom. He only wants to explore a new place, and to practice his abilities unhindered. However, he believes the temporal warp was caused by Angra Mainyu, the creator of evil, and that he was sent by his god to fix it.
Personality: Easily angered, prone to rash actions, but ultimately kind. Completely devoted to his religion, and devotes himself to battling druj, chaos and decay.
Powers: Aforementioned magic abilities, control/production of fire and manipulation of water, as well as a few minor spells. Also able to read the stars for a prediction of the future, though with time so muddled this is not as useful as it might could be.
Notable skills: Not very many. Due to his secular life, the only skills he ever really developed were performing rituals and magic. However, he is fairly persuasive, as a priest probably ought to be, and is reasonably capable of hand-to-hand fighting, due to a few (dozen) boyhood scrapes.
Equipment: His clothing and a small, mostly ceremonial dagger. He has a small pouch of dried haoma, mostly as a symbol rather than for actual use.

Steam Punk Courier Automaton

Spoiler: Leigh ?Spring Heeled? jack Final Edit

Name: Leigh ?Spring-Heeled? Jack
Background: 19th Century, Industrial-Steampunk era. A package she was delivering exploded for no discernible reason, throwing her through time.
She speaks English and all its variations, with convincing ability, along with French and Spanish. She can also hold a short conversation in Mandarin Chinese
Age & Gender/Race: ::Years since activation: 14. Age Appearance: Mid-Twenties. Identifies as African American Female. Designation: Third Generation Steam-Powered Courier/General Task Automaton.
Height & Weight: Stands five foot four inches at the crown of the head. Weighs approx. 245lbs unburdened.
Appearance: Leigh has dark prosthetic skin covering her entire body save for the backs of her calves and feet, and her forearms and hands. Her hair is straight up and down, black, with one side shaved short. She wears a bandanna over this, with a pair of night vision goggles sitting atop that. A cream undershirt followed by light brown leathers finishes her ensemble. Her breeches are tied off at the knee, like any good sailor, to allow her to use her legs. She leaves her hands uncovered so as to climb properly.
Since she is a third generation steam automaton Leigh is lucky that she got pick and choose how much she gets to look like a human or not. She got to design her own face and did so with rapture. Her skin is smooth and chocolate coloured. Her eyes are the standard human affair but with electric green irises. She designed her face to be not unobtrusive but also not exactly forgettable. The kind of face you would pick out in a crowd and then move on, realising that the sheer normality of her face was what drew your attention in the first place, and not suspicion of being someone important.
History: Leigh was created by a man called Jackson Thomas. A pioneer in the area of automaton integration and rights he created Leigh as a way to forward his views on equality. Coming from a family that had once been slaves to the colonial powers he knew just what the living automatons were going through in their struggle for basic rights.
Leigh was the first of the ?free? automatons, those who could choose to work or not, who were granted all the rights and responsibilities of anyone else. She chose to stay with her father and help him in the later years of his life. He was getting on and she wanted to make his passing as comfortable as possible. He had no sons or daughter s of his own and Jackson considered Leigh his created achievement and loved her like he would his own child.
Soon though, he passed, unavoidably. Leigh missed him terribly. Without her father she figured she had little other reason to live, and went to the tallest rooftop in the city. From there she stood on the lip, contemplating her place.
That was when she saw the couriers. She was just about to step off the building and become nothing more than a crater of oil, prosthesis and a dead mans? dreams when something rushed from behind her and catapulted itself off the edge.
It soared through the air, guffawing. Its electric green eyes turned to look at her and the shutters that acted as its eyelids smiled at her.
The freedom that these automatons? exemplified resonated deep within Leigh. She stepped down from the edge of the building and hurried off to the nearest post-office to be outfitted as a courier.
It was not an immediate fix for her woes however. There was a number of times mid-flight when thoughts ran by her. Thoughts like ?how about we just land on our heads?? or ?let?s go jump in a lake.? Needless to say she took a few weeks leave whenever these thoughts surfaced, and cruised around the Mediterranean.
On her most recent job she was told to take an unobtrusive brown-paper wrapped package from one side of town to the other. And she did so. Until it exploded in mid-air and she found herself falling through the sky above the largest city she had ever seen.
Reason to be here/things to do: Discover the thrills of this city and try to find a way home.
Personality: Leigh is carefree and wild, taking risks and taking names wherever she can. She?s sympathetic to the plight of others and will help for as long as she can with as much as she can. Occasionally she?ll have bouts of depression that practically cripple her. She?ll shun all sentient contact and make every effort to not go jump in a lake. If she sees an injustice she?ll do her utmost to make it better, even on an individual scale. In general Leigh is a good person.
Powers: The process of creating these mechanical marvels was never circulated to the public before their rights were given to them. Afterwards the process became common knowledge. When the rules are followed sentience just? happens. Yes it strange, but only the most intelligent automaphysicists have even begun discussing it. As it is, each automaton is a self-perpetuation machine powered by water that he she or it ingests. The process is started by whoever was building the automaton in the first place.
Leigh?s legs are powerful hydraulics capable of catapulting here a hundred feet in the air. They required a short charge to get her to her peak height. (A few seconds, max) Both her arms and legs are filled with shock absorbers that allow her to leap from building to building without out losing momentum. She has talons that fold out of her feet to anchor in place, and coupled with her clawed fingers she can scale buildings and other sheers surfaces with ease. Her night vision is no better than a human however, and she requires night visions ogles to work effectively in the dark.
In terms of integrity, Leigh?s flesh can be torn and burnt off like any human beings. If water gets in her hydraulics then she?s screwed until it can be fixed. Her chassis can handle the stresses she puts on it daily, but anything over her standard threshold and it?s going to be difficult to keep going. She?s only made of brass and other alloyed metals, nothing super tough.
Notable skills: Leigh is a parkour adept and goes free running in her spare time. She also has a very good memory for cities and streets.
Equipment: One set of durable leathers that she is currently wearing, light brown in colouration. A set of night vision goggles, black. The remnants of the package she was holding. A few scraps of brown paper and pieces of string. A bandanna pulling her synthetic hair back out of her face and a ring that belonged to her father, a simple band of tarnished silver.

Soviet Cosmonaut

Spoiler: Alexei Kegarov

Name: Alexei Kegarov

Background: Soviet Cosmonaut; native Russian speaker (no other languages)

Age & Gender/Race: 27; Male; Caucasian (USSR)

Height & Weight: 5'2'' (157 cm); 130 lbs (59KG)

Appearance: Though certainly not tall or dark, Alexei is handsome, possessing the brightest of smiles. He is small and thinly framed, but in excellent physical condition. He wears a bright orange space suit and white helmet.

History: 1960; The Cold War; Alexei was selected to represent his nation in the great Space Race. He would have had the honour of being the first man in space.

On April 3rd, at 05:00 hrs, Vostok 1 blasted off. The mission was initially successful, but Two hours into the flight, a disturbance was reported by ground control. Something was happening in the upper atmosphere, directly in Vostok 1's flight path. Four hours into the flight, all contact was lost with Vostok 1.

IN THE PRESENT, a spherical capsule crash lands near a small farmstead. Out clambers a mysterious individual in an orange space suit. His first words to the confused looking farmhands: "Я другу товарищ! друг!"

Reason to be here/things to do: Alexei would (obviously) like to get back to his original time period, and back to Russia. He also needs to protect the one ton piece of state of the art, classified Soviet technology he just climbed out of. The last thing he knew, the USSR was on the brink of war with the USA. As such, he can't shake the paranoia, confusion and sense of military duty whilst traveling in a strange foreign country. Meanwhile, no one has ever heard of him or his space mission (as far as everyone is concerned, Yuri Gagarin is the first man in space). Getting over this, without being able to speak the local language or communicate back home, is crucial.

Personality: At the best of times, Alexei is shy and extremely sharp minded. Unfortunately, these aren't the best of times. He is brave, but deeply unsettled by his change in surroundings. The space flight alone shook him up a great deal, the time travel even more so.

Powers: None as of yet.

Notable skills: Excellent education in mathematics, physics and technology. Trained as an astronaut. Skilled combat pilot (of 60s era migs). Has had field, first aid and combat training.

Equipment: Besides Space suit, Alexei was issued with a survival bag, containing:
Makarov pistol and ammunition; wrist compass, waterproof matches; machete; fishing kit; strobe light; fire starters; radio;wool gloves; signal mirror; medical kit; penlight; balaclava; flares; whistle; sewing kit; insect repellent; wire saw; rations and 2-liter water container.

As the survival bag is heavy, Alexei will probably leave a lot of its contents behind.

Young Magician/Wizard/Sorcerers/Etc. and Dragon

Spoiler

Name: Aeronwen ?Aery -or- Gwen? Cadwallader

Background: 5XX AD Period, Early Medieval Arthurian Era, Time Rifts.

Age & Gender/Race: 18, Female, Human - Celtic.

Height & Weight: 5?4? & 110 lbs

Appearance: Blonde and blue-eyed, with mystic looking markings above and below the right eye and on her forehead. But the first thing you notice is the haunting beauty she possess in contrast to the simple clothes she wears - a roughspun, brown cloak to keep the winter chill of her, underneath, a simple woolen tunic, made more for practicality than for presentableness and light brown tanned leather boots that have a fur lining.

A hood encases her head, which has a simple pattern sewn onto the hem. On her back she carries a yew staff, that has symbols, matching those on her head, etched onto it and a large, translucent stone embedded into the head of the shaft, which has swirling carvings, giving the impression of sea foam or even twisting branches.

Spoiler: Appearence

History: She was born in the small village next to the hill fort of Dinas Powys to a small family - small enough to hide her magic from them, but not small enough in importance to be noticed. She, to her dismay, was taken away from her family at the tender age of three, by order of the village elder - Math - to be assigned to someone skilled in the magical arts for training. This responsibility fell on the wizard known only as Mabinogi as he was regarded by the villagers to be as legendary as that mythic set of tales.

Homesick, she tried to run away, back to her family. However the sorcerer had erected a powerful magical barrier around his lands, he told her that when the day came when she dispel the barrier herself, then she would be free to leave. Unbeknownst to her it was a lie, a trick to make her stay. If she had left, leaving her training in the magical arts unfinished, she would not have been able to control her power when it came to full fruition. The truth of this was hard to swallow for the young sorceress, who still clung to the shadow of a memory of a loving family around a warm heart. Even if she couldn?t remember what they looked like. By the time she was eight, all the faces were just blurs in her mind.

The training was long and hard, taking up most of her time. Not to mention the chores the young apprentice had to do in service for her aloof master. One time, when she finally had some free time, she wandered to where the barrier was and tried her hand at dispelling. The long hours she had spent training towards the mastery for the mystic arts weren't for nothing, the barrier that she had been trapped by was dispelled after her efforts, drained but happy, she walked through and wandered for a bit, through the once-closed-off areas near Dinas Powys.

She eventually returned to her birthplace, the village that had given her up out of fear. She hoped to find her parents there, but she was unable to remember their faces, and the people of the village shunned her. Knowing her as a mage from her appearance - the strange marking on her face and the staff she carried on her back. They feared that her sudden arrival was an ill omen for the village, that more, less benevolent magical beings would follow. It had turned out that the barrier was not only a physical one, but a metaphorical one for the relationship between them and the villagers - a barrier of hate and fear.

Distraught, she ran back to the whereabouts of her master, knowing that was the only place for her now. On her way, she came across what looked like a large white pebble, but she could sense the magic inside it. Convinced it was a rare find - a dragon egg - she picked it up and placed it in a sack, hoping that she could convince her master that it was a pile of herbs she had picked during her little journey. Sadly, she could not keep the secret hidden for long.

After eighteen months of constant care and attention (read: hiding the things in her bed and warming it while she slept.), it hatched, with a little red dragon popping out, covered in yolk. On seeing this, her master accepted it as the truth, but not without a lecture on the responsibility of raising a young dragon. In fact, Mabinogi was glad to see that she would have a companion, which would do some good for the shy lass, not to mention the power that the dragon would bring.

The rest of her years are a blur of training and looking after the dragon - which she named Pryderi for all the trouble and worry he caused her - however one incident stands out, one that has plunged her into a world where silver building rise up to the sky and where flying boats are commonplace.

Reason to be here/things to do: Fell through a rift in time, she was sent by her master to investigate a strange presence in the mountains, however, because of the bad footing when she crouched over the rift to inspect it, she slipped and fell through. Unfortunately the fate of her draconic companion - Pryderi - is unknown to her.

Personality: Because of her sheltered upbringing Aeronwen was shy and timid, until that is Pridery hatched, and brought out her playful side, making her more outgoing. But he does irritated her from time to time, when he calls her Gwen or Aery or getting her into trouble, so much so that she even named him that. Even so, the two are inseparable, sharing a strong sense of friendship, and enjoying, just a little bit, the misadventure she get into because of him.

Powers: Aeronwen was born with the gift of magic, the ability to use her bodies energy and materialise it within the waking world. It can be used for a number of different uses, however as the difficulty of the task increases, so does the incantation and the strain it puts on her body. Enchanting an item with magic is a much better then a spell that has lingering effects since the effects that spell casts will have constant drain on her, whilst the enchanted item will be permanently imbued with the effect causing no drain on her.

Notable skills: Spell casting, enchanting, herbology and potion making.

Equipment: A staff imbued with magical power, that lessens the drain of her magic. Letting her cast spell more often - also handy as a walking stick (http://imgur.com/utcXl) and a pouch containing verious medicinal herbs, barks, and flowers for making potions.

Spoiler: Pryderi

Name: Pryderi [PRAH-DERY]

Background: 5XX AD Period, Early Medieval Arthurian Era, Time Rifts.

Age & Gender/Race: 3, Male, Red Western Dragon.

Height & Weight: 14" & 8 lbs.

Appearance: About the size of a small cat, Pryderi is hardly an impressive specimen of his species, a scrawny specimen that just looks like someone attached wings to a red lizard. Speaking of that, his scales are a brilliant red with glistening scales with a golden glistening underbelly peeping out from underneath . Wings, just about capable for flight, jut out of his shoulders.

They are bat-like, with bits of thin, veined membrane between elongated 'fingers' of study bone, ending in little spikes. His claws echo the golden colour of the underbelly, albeit they are definitely made of stronger stuff that can inflict deep wounds if Pryderi was in the mood for it. Other than that, spines run down his back and his tail, which ends in a triangular point, reminiscent of an arrowhead.

Spoiler: Picture

History: Pryderi started life as an embryo in an egg laid by his mother, however, fate saw it that Pryderi wouldn?t grow to just a normal dragon, wild and free. The egg tumbled down the mountainous hill of Wales and ended up somewhere in the ancient hill fort of Dinas Powys, after a battle ensued between a dragon slaying knight and his mother. Nevertheless, the battle was a short one, with his mother being the victor. However, the knight managed to infiltrate the lair, and with his quick fiery death, the corpse knocked over the nest, spilling the contents - namely the little cache of gold and the single dragon egg inside.

The egg settled in a little nook by a dirt path and stayed there for a long while. As there was hardly any heat to warm it up, it just stayed there and didn?t hatch. The egg lay in stasis, waiting to be awakened by fire and warmth. Luckily, fate was more kinder than it was previously, and a young sorceress picked up the egg by the wayside. The sorceress then brought into the egg into the warmth of her hearth and her home. Pryderi awoke and the egg hatched after eighteen months of constant warmth and attention, it hatched and Pryderi awoke to Aeronwen?s face and he immediately, as all hatchlings do with their ?mother?, formed a special bond that still lasts to this day.

Three years passed of watching Aeronwen train and being trained in turn, and she grew to be a fine woman, but her shyness were still there, a remnant of her childhood. Pryderi, however, just about grew to be the size of a small cat, to his dismay. Dreams - some would say delusions - of grandeur greeted him every time he sleep, dreams of one day becoming a mighty dragon with a rich hoard. Nevertheless, his days went on as usual. Until Aeronwen?s master sent them out to investigate strange energies coming from the mountains. Despite Pryderi?s climbing skills, he was sucked in with his master into a dark hole which the strange energies were emanating from.

Reason to be here/things to do: Explore this new world he has been dropped in, as a curious little dragon should. Maybe even create a little lair and a little hoard of his own.

Personality: Playful and mischievous, but with a hint of that ol? dragon pride and stubbornness. After all, he was named for all the worry and trouble he caused for Aeronwen, but he does harbor strong feelings for the sorceress that adopted him and raised him from an abandoned egg. Because of that he does fiercely protect her from whatever threats there may be, much to the ire of Aeronwen, as those attempts often bring about changes for the worse. Nevertheless, he is an amiable little dragon, with a big heart and a big temper to match. Though, when presented with temptation, he will probably give in it.

Powers: As all dragons can, even at this young age, Pryderi can breath fire and fly. But that is the tip of the iceberg, as more powers will be unlocked as he grows older. For now, in addition to his fire breath and flight abilities, he can communicate in a manner that could be called telepathic in nature, but is more empathic - communicating feelings rather than words. While Pryderi can talk telepathically as well, his vocabulary is rather limited and feels that the other method gets the point across better.

Notable skills: Is good as fishing, namely catching small fish in rivers and lakes. Pryderi is also good at squeezing into small corners, either in hiding or for exploring small areas. In addition to this, he is good at climbing, but hasn?t the stamina to climb a large mountain, and is agile, not to mention that his eyes grant him cat-like vision in the dark. He also can speak a bit Welsh and some English, though the languages he speaks are the medieval variants commonly spoken in the time period he is from. In addition to this, he can speak Draconic, which is more of a mix of gestures and mind-speak than an actual spoken language.

Equipment: None.

 

[Raynoson]

Reserved for Future Content
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More to Be Added as Time Ticks.
There is no strict goal, you can do as you like, live as you like, kill as you like, quest as you like, give as you like, love as you like, and etc.

 

[Raynoson]

Reserved for Past Content
This is for a Summary of Acts and Etc.
Act 1-Time Twisted Tumble
<spoiler=In Progress>Nothing here at the Moment, Maybe check back in 20XX?

 

[Raynoson]

Act 1(Sorry for the Delay, but I'm doing posting in sets of three, will update when I get chance)

Michi, Hawk Hill California at Night, Modern(?) Times

A flash of light illuminated the night sky, few noticed it, to drunk and excited in revelry of victory and All Hallows Eve.
On a small piece of land sticking out in to the calm ocean, wide enough and solid enough that mayhaps a picnic for a small family would fit. For now under the night sky Michi landed with a thud, knees bent and arms splayed, nausea and vertigo briefly wracked her body.
Only one other person was there to get a view from that mini-peninsula, a gleaming bridge of orange hue, a city massive and twinkling in the night. All outlines against the black sky, with a light overcast letting in stat/moon light.

A gabbling and excited sounding figure was approaching nearby, if Michi bothered to look she would see a man about 5'9" tall, wearing black boots and gloves of rubber. With jeans and a Pea Coat, the figure was bald, but appeared to be wearing night vision goggles obscuring much of his face. Only time would tell for what would happen to these two tonight.

Dune, Hanging off the Edge of a Bridge at Night, Modern(?) Times

A fully loaded soldier of RUST at the best of times is a bit hefty, currently hanging by one hand from the Golden Gate bridge, and most likely wishing he was lighter/stronger was Dune. Whether he recognized the structure or not was irrelevant if he fell deep in to depths of the ocean.

By the feel of things a small hand or something of the like was trying to pull him up by the wrist, as his armor failed to connect to any link, only getting fragments and irregularities.

Wigbert, Fair Grounds in N. California at Night, Modern(?) Times

Through one door and to another, Wigbert was met with applause, and a booming voice he could not understand. His feet felt wood and torches were lit around him, in front of him were the edges to a stage and a crowd, dressed in finery and armor, but it seemed wrong or out of place.
Some looked from his home and allies, others differing in so many ways from flowing cloaks and dresses, to pieces of armor that looked to protect no one. The audience before him were applauding, that much was clear.
Faintly a voice differing in accent and hard to hear, but clear enough to understand despite the din... "(From my Dreams!)"

Taza, On the Roof of the California Academy of Science at Night, Modern(?) Times

(http://www.calacademy.org/academy/exhibits/floor_plan/)

Landing on soft grass and feeling the chill of the night, before Taza was Golden Gate Park, stretching before him. In the distant massive structures and towers of metal and glass illuminated it all, not a soul in sight though the noise of city life echoed.

Of all the things, a burrowing owl scratched just below his feet, staring at him with yellow eyes, it was bobbing its head in excitement, or maybe distress. Odd as it was to be active in the night, stranger was the fact that it was chuckling.

Saoshyn, Hanging upside down in a tree in New York at Night, Modern(?) Times

Hanging upside down in a tree is by no means pleasant, worse is when the tree is well over 5 stories off the ground. Vines, large leaves, and massive amounts of foliage obscured the ground, and the same vines were tangled around Saoshyn's waste.

Any loose objects had fallen to the assumed ground, and the rustling of leaves and vibration of wood spoke of something big coming.

Leigh, On top of the Empire State Building, Night. Modern(?) Times

Bracing winds to match the high seas, a height that spoke to the heavens, and the fact that she was in a spot that only workers, King Kong, and now herself had been. A surprisingly clear sky gave a view of the surrounding city, massive structures practically a playground for the automaton, and oddly enough a rapidly spreading Jungle of Jurassic proportions.

Asides from entering the building, climbing down, or jumping to a nearby structure, she could also take her chances with simply falling downward.

Alexei, Stuck In a Tin Can, Modern(?) Times

Feeling his capsule shake and shudder, Alexei could taste blood in his mouth. The door to leave was slightly crumpled and in general small cracks let in enough light to see wiring and a faint amount of light.

All his equipment was present, and judging by the door, he could easily kick or pry it open perhaps. What he chose to do next was up to him, escape, wait, or simply come up with a better idea.

Pryderi, Tower of London at Night, Modern(?) Times

In the middle of a grassy courtyard with a few trees, Pryderi was in the middle of it. With great gobs of bird shite, and beady eyes of rather large ravens (Foot Ball Sized). He was open and exposed, in a rather large enclosure surrounded by high stone walls. The air held interesting and foul smells, brightly lit areas with lamps that no fire could hope to match, and the occasional guard, barely paying attention as he patrolled.

Aeronwen, In a Mall At Night, Modern(?) Times

Crowds of people moved all around Aeronwen, people dressed strangely, or like monsters of some sort, others exposed so much that it could be called shameful if anyone cared beyond an amorous pursuit.
Brightly lit and generally what one would expect of a mall, Aerowen was on the second floor over looking an open glass wall towards massive buildings and a star lit sky.

No one was paying her any real attention, as the noise of an active and happy Halloween rolled around her.

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

Dune, Hanging off the Edge of a Bridge at Night, Modern(?) Times

Dune was confused, the jungle had dissapeared and he was somewhere, there was a railing, a good drop, and the ocean.
The network was down, not a good sign.

He felt something tugging at his wrist, it felt like a hand but he couldn't be sure.
So he reactivated his visor's lowlight module and said "Is someone there?" hoping whatever it was, was human.
If it wasn't human, he could ambush whatever it was after it helped him up.

 

[Ultraman950]

Michi, Hawk Hill, California at Night, Modern(?) Times

The midnight-blue girl in the green clothes crouched on the ground, bewildered, breathing the strange-tasting air quickly as her heart threatened to smash through her glowing-dotted skin. Her luminous eyes scanned the area and saw a massive, flat plane of water in a long line between two pieces of land, much larger than the small pools that dotted her own home caves. The huge line of water made even the largest of the pools in her caves look like tiny puddles in comparison.

She looked up at the cave's ceiling. It was the highest she had ever seen. She couldn't even make out the stalactites, and the clusters of glowing worms that inhabited it were spread so far apart they offered hardly any light at all, except for one massive cluster with odd dim parts. Perhaps that was a nesting area? There were also huge plumes of what she presumed to be smoke moving over them. How many fires would it take to make that much smoke?

Suddenly, there was a noise behind her, something speaking. Something with strange glowing eyes, much different from hers, and wearing peculiar clothing. She could only guess it was a native to this huge cave. It fascinated her, and she could only wonder how she got here. Presumably this native would know. She could only hope it could understand her. She approached in as harmless a stance as she could muster, while still letting her hand hover near her sword.

(Shamese: Excuse me,) she said, hoping to catch some of this... thing's thoughts, (Um... But, could you tell me where I am?)

 

[SamtheDeathclaw]

Saoshyn, Hanging upside down in a tree in New York at Night, Modern(?) Times
Well, this is unfortunate. How did this come about? Saoshyan thought idly as he summoned a flame. He looked down and immediately snuffed the flame out.
His pouch of haoma was hanging dangerously far down, and a few coins he had forgetten he was carrying had already fallen. He sighed.
He probed his fingers under the vines around his waist. Loose, but thick. He could burn through them, at significant risk to himself. He could wait for whatever was coming his way. He began trying to pull himself up with the vine. It was hard going, but if he fell, the vine would catch him.
Then the full implication of his situation hit him, and he redoubled his efforts.
(Avestan- "Angra Mainyu, you will not end me here. Ahura Mazda is with me, even in this place!") he shouted to whatever was on it's way. He decided his faith would protect him. Failing that, his magics would.

 

[Terratina.]

Pryderi, Tower of London at Night, Modern(?) Times

He was with Aeronwen then without. He was suddenly transported from the hill and wildlands to this little neat courtyard in a castle of some sort. The cold stones were familiar to him, but the light from the lamps was not. Pryderi just assumed they were some sorcery of some kind, he had seem plenty of sorcery before. Another familiar sight, though they were larger than the ones Pryderi had seen, were the ravens. Cawing, noisy things that plucked the eyes off sheep carcasses. He feel threatened by them, by their size and multitude. In his fear, Pryderi did what only his instincts told him to do.

Fire erupted from his mouth and spewed onto the large birds near him.

He was scared, shaken from his normal plucky self to a jelly, he wanted Aeronwen and he wanted to be home.

 

[Ruedyn]

Wigbert, Fair Grounds in N. California at Night, Modern(?) Times
Wigbert decided to keep this simple,
(Latin- Where am I?!) He demanded, un-sheathing his blade. The lack of answers caused him to repeat himself, albeit in German. The confusion stayed and Wigbert sighed, bending to a knee.
'Dear lord, give me answers as to what I must do.' he looked up to see children amongst the crowd raising their mock, wooden blades. He also heard the voice,
("From my dreams!")
Wigbert rose to his feet once more, his arm raised, glowing a warm gold, and ointed at the direction of the person who spoke,
("Explain yourself!")

 

[PlastikBulb]

Leigh, On top of the Empire State Building, Night. Modern(?) Times
She was supposed to be falling.
Or at least, that?s what she remembered she should be doing; that?s what her body was beginning to prep itself for, shock absorbers shifting, hydraulics hissing backwards in preparation for the inevitable landing.
But she wasn?t. She was staring up at the night sky, wind whipping around her, and strange birdcalls welling around her, like the moonlight chorus, dancing in the square.
It was also very cold.
Or it would have been, were she able to feel it.
Whatever. Let?s have a look at this then. she thought, rising into a sitting position, legs crossed and arms supporting her back.
Leigh gasped, the air tickling her throat as it whistled through her metallic insides.
?Beautiful?? The scene before her was one of utmost serenity, to her at least. A sprawling city, thousands of feet high, stretching as far as her eyes could see unaided, lit by brilliant orange, yellow and white light that rose from below and stained the stars like a constant sunset.
And within all that, was a forest. A big forest. Or, a jungle, like the explorers went to, down in the African Continent.
And speaking of explorers? it was time to move. Ever since becoming a courier Leigh had gotten fed up with just sitting when she could be out doing. And no matter where she was, (?cause she really had no clue at all) it would be a fun place to jump through.
Behind her was a door set into the wall, before was the jungle city.
She contemplated her action for less than a second, before taking running leap and catapulting herself forward and down. Her bandanna slipped and she reached up and grabbed it before it flitted away. Her hair splayed back behind her, a dark curtain as she fell towards the ground, towards new things.

 

[Raynoson]

Dune, Hanging off the Edge of a Bridge at Night, Modern(?) Times

"Get Up! You're to big." The voice sounded young but was obscured by a mask or something like that made it hard to tell the gender. Judging by the urgency in the tone, the person trying to pull him up feared he would fall.

Michi, Hawk Hill, California at Night, Modern(?) Times

His thoughts were a mess and a rush as he stopped speaking to hear Michi,
"Ah how foolish of me..." (I shouldn't have believed that whatever came through would speak the same language)
Speaking calmly and in a coddling tone as he held his left hand palm up, "Not going to hurt you, just want to take you somewhere to prove my calculations, and get my money..." (Okay it has a weapon of some sort, and is humanoid, just gonna talk and keep my hand up, and get my gun with my right).
If Michi didn't have night vision, then she probably would have failed to see the man reaching behind him for something.

Saoshyn, Hanging upside down in a tree in New York at Night, Modern(?) Times

Climbing the vine and sweating despite the odd air (humid and warm, yet with a sharp almost conflicting chill). Saoshyn occasionally slid but managed to make it to the top, a wide display of branches and a canopy of leaves were all that blocked his view. Plenty of them large enough to grab hold of or sit down upon, along with evena few to walk around.
Breach the canopy, travel branches, head down, all valid options along with any other choice. The vibrations and sounds were increasing, and the smell of the strange forest was pierced by an acidic almost noxious fume drifting on the wind.

Pryderi, Tower of London at Night, Modern(?) Times

"The birds scattered into the sky, most flew in circles or glided away the best they can. With flight wings clipped a few quickly became charred or cooked. Alarms and bells range, and a few of the night guards came rushing out.
Most for the part cursed and rushed to the birds aids, fire extinguishers and sprinklers were turned on.
One bringing out a gun quickly took aim towards him, and fired a shot, missing as flames spread.

Wigbert, Fair Grounds in N. California at Night, Modern(?) Times

A young girl, dressed like a friar of some sort, her face looking to be in her early twenties, and brown her in a bun, it was oddly streaked with a band of pink. As the applause grew at the mystery entry and his glowing arm, the girl merely shoved asides people and began to flee, cursing and basically saying "(German-ish-Shit, shit, shit, why me, why me, why me.)" Or something along the line of that in German.
Feeling a hand touch his shoulder, the Announcers train of thought was confused, conflicted, and urgently calling security with his other hand just in case.

Leigh, On top of the Empire State Building, Night. Modern(?) Times

Falling from supreme height, she reached a buildings roof, her legs hissing, and the shock cracking the roof. Now her avenues of travel were wide open, the city was her oyster, or some other shell fish. Head to the jungle, explore the city, or wait on the roof as someone burst through the door. Dressed in blue and looking like security, a flash light was shone on her face, obscuring the figure behind it a bit.
"What the Fuck?!"

 

[Ultraman950]

Michi, Hawk Hill, California at Night, Modern(?) Times

"Ah how foolish of me..." (I shouldn't have believed that whatever came through would speak the same language)

The thing's (she now believed it to be male) thoughts floated unprotected to the surface of his mind. It was also the only thing he was saying that she could understand. And what did he mean by "whatever came through"? she thought. Was he expecting me? He doesn't seem to know who I am.

"Not going to hurt you, just want to take you somewhere to prove my calculations, and get my money..." (Okay it has a weapon of some sort, and is humanoid, just gonna talk and keep my hand up, and get my gun with my right).

He had noticed her sword. Good, maybe he would know better than to mess with her, since this kind of sword clearly belonged only to Shamans. Wait... "gun"? Where had she heard that before? It didn't sound good... it was something a few of the soldiers in her home had, but they were supposed to call it something else. Noisy, dangerous things. If it was something a soldier had, clearly this thing must wish her harm, since he's reaching for it. This wasn't going to do at all.

Michi's left hand gripped the hilt of her sword and pulled it out a little, exposing the dotted-glowing blade, the sharp side glowing from guard to tip. (Shamese: I would rethink drawing any weapons on me, if I were you. Do you know who I am?)

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

Dune, Hanging off the Edge of The Golden Gate Bridge at Night, Modern(?) Times

"Get Up! You're too big." The voice sounded young but it was obscured by something.
Okay they haven't built child models in years, it's probably human.
Dune hooked his rifle into a magnetic catch and used his now free hand to grab the railing.
He used the rest of his strength to pull himself over the edge and onto the bridge, then proceeded to soak in his new surroundings.
"What in the world..."

 

[SamtheDeathclaw]

Saoshyan, Canopy of a big tree, New York at Night, Modern(?) Times
Sao climbed onto the branch the vines was hanging from with some difficulty. He drew the small daggers, and sawed through the vine around his waist. Slower than burning it for sure, but less likely to result in massive conflagrations, he decided. Although one could never tell.
He smelled the air. Wet. So much water in the air he felt like he was drowning, after the arid deserts of his home. His breathing was heavy and labored, after such a climb in the humid air. He sat on the thick limb for a moment, before standing with some difficulty.
Daylight's a-wasting. he thought idly, and began to climb up through the canopy. May as well see what kind of place he was in.
The branches were unsteady under his feet, as whatever was coming for him was coming ever closer. He decided it would probably catch him not terribly long after he breached the canopy, although the leaves and branches distorted his perception somewhat. After some time of laboriously climbing the massive tree, he broke through the canopy and saw just what kind of place he was in.

 

[Ruedyn]

Wigbert, Fair Grounds in N. California at Night, Modern(?) Times

Wigbert trailed the faux German girl with his eyes, noticing he was pressing a button, and men coming towards him with hostile attitudes and strange contraptions, dull grey but with yellow on the end of it. He raised his hand towards the man, shooting off a single arrow, right into his forehead.

 

[Raynoson]

Michi, Hawk Hill, California at Night, Modern(?) Times

The man backed away slightly, the gun partially with drawn, "Still can't understand you mystery monster, better just put you to sleep..." (Time and space anomaly, lets hope drugs strong enough to take down a rhino work, and won't kill you)

Dune, Hanging off the Edge of The Golden Gate Bridge at Night, Modern(?) Times

Automobiles sped past on the bridge, peoples faces occasionally seen staring, but mostly just blurs of light. In the distant was the gleaming, still standing city of San Francisco. The sky was clearer then it had been in ages, and Dune's helmet finally got a connection. Though odd and fractured, it read the date and time.
Oct. 31, 2012, along with an indicator for some objective or direction he should head to. Access to anything else seemed to be either blocked or processing updates, either way it was pointing him towards the city.
"Hey, where'd you get the cool costume? And have you seen my parents, they were right next to me." The kid asked in the tone akin to "Are we there yet?" in driving, and when leading to a never ending string unless interrupted.

Saoshyan, Canopy of a big tree, New York at Night, Modern(?) Times

Both conflicting and confusing, was the awe and splendor of the city of New York, massive monoliths and structures dwarfed some of the trees, while others were growing in, around, or through one another it seemed.
Noises loud and blaring, along with whistling winds thrashed all around him, along with a definite click associated with metal and a switch.
"Raise them up Bugger, or get blown." The voice was English and an awful accent at that for Britsh, were Saoshyan to turn around he'd meet the barrel of a gun with an opening the size of his fist, and behind it a man dressed in beige clothes like a young man in an army long past. In combination with a dashing Pith helmet, while smoking a pipe and squinting down the sights.

Wigbert, Fair Grounds in N. California at Night, Modern(?) Times

The guards were dressed like knights of old sporting rather nice badges asserting themselves as security. Wielding batons and fake swords in dashing chain mail, a few held flash lights as well. As they approached Wigbert through the crowd, all making their were through. Once the arrow flew, Silence Fell. It was the Silence as heads turn, and people move away from the body, along with the young girl turning to look at the guard. The body fell with almost cinematic slowness, and the scream that shattered the silence was worthy of the phrase, "It ain't over till the fat lady sings."

The Crowd ran in all directions, along with security, most heading away from the Crusader, and the girl quickly getting lost in them. Only with a general idea of where she went, Wigbert was facing a screaming crowd, and a rather prompt pommel blow to the head from a rather enterprising knight from behind.

Head left ringing in his helmet, the feel of a mace on his glowing arms shoulder followed suit from another knight. The contestants for best costume as it seemed, had a few rising to the challenge.

 

[SamtheDeathclaw]

Saoshyan, Above the canopy of a big tree, New York at Night, Modern(?) Times
Saoshyan gaped at the great grey monoliths, massive stone things and giant plants all together in one place. Some trees protruded at impossible angles from the buildings, thrusting through solid stone.
He heard a strange click behind him. It sounded something like flint and steel, but more metallic.
He turned, and face a man holding a strange device at him. He rummaged through his mind, and he realized it must be a fire stick, like the people of the east were known to use. Dangerous weapons, for people who feared fire.
The man made curious noises, but he couldn't place the language. It sounded like the language the romans spoke, but still not quite the same.
(Avestan-"I wish you no harm, friend. I do not know where I am, and I do not speak your tongue. Is it possible you speak mine?")
At the man's confused look, and the way he thrust the device ever closer, he knew it was hopeless. He lifted his hands above his head, preparing to attempt the spell of Babel, hoping it would work. He swirled his arms around a bit, and small flickers appeared in the air as he bent the rules of reality just a bit, enough to make everyone in the area speak the language from before Babel, when all men spoke the same tongue.

 

[PlastikBulb]

Leigh, On a rooftop, Night. Modern(?) Times
The appearance of the uniformed torch bearing man greatly elated Leigh. The chance to interact with someone in this strange jungle city would be a strange and glorious experience.

Leigh stepped forward, her arms raised in a gesture of peace. ?I mean you no harm guardsman; I?ll only be here for a moment.? She motioned to her legs, gleaming in the light from the man?s raised torch. ?My name is Leigh Jack, after my father; might I enquire as to who you are??

 

[Anti-American Eagle]

Dune, The Golden Gate Bridge at Night, Modern(?) Times

Oct. 31, 2012, I guess this means i'm in purgatory then?
Then a waypoint appeared, the first good news he had received.
"Hey, where'd you get the cool costume? And have you seen my parents, they were right next to me."
Ah shit...
"My quartermaster... and as to your parents, no I haven't seen them, but if you want to come with me until you see them you're welcome to."

 

[Ultraman950]

Michi, Hawk Hill, California at Night, Modern(?) Times

"Still can't understand you mystery monster, better just put you to sleep..." (Time and space anomaly, lets hope drugs strong enough to take down a rhino work, and won't kill you)

Michi drew her sword completely out of its sheath and pointed it at the thing, holding it reversed in her left hand, shaking her head. Obviously he can't understand me, she thought. But he'll understand this.