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Christopher "Chris" Perry Halliwell. ([info]changethefuture) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-08-07 22:19:00

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Entry tags:!complete, chris halliwell, connor temple, day 18, location: gas station, remy lebeau

Who: Chris Halliwell and Connor Temple, now joined by Remy.
What: Time for the newest arrivals to rise and shine!
Where: Forest near gas station.
When: Day 18 - Morning, 7am or so.
Rating: PG.
Status: Complete.


The first thing Chris became aware of as he regained consciousness was a lack of pain and wetness on his face. It was the absence of pain that urged him awake. Was he dead? Had his spirit passed on to heaven? But... if he was dead... did that mean he had succeeded in changing the past?

He sat up with a groan, one hand pushing him up from the ground and the other going to his side where Gideon had stabbed him. It was reflexive, and when he felt torn cloth he opened his eyes to look, shocked to see the skin beneath was healed. How could that be possible? Even an Elder couldn't heal a darklighter's poison; Leo had tried. Chris pushed his hair out of his face and feeling it damp tilted his head back only to squint against the drizzle coming down. Well, he wasn't dead, because this wasn't heaven, or the underworld for that matter. Least not any part of the underworld he had ever heard about or seen. Did that mean he succeeded in changing the past, was that why he hadn't died? He didn't feel any different, and he thought he would feel different if that was the case. Or at least not remember what had just happened to him, because shouldn't have changing the past changed what happened in the future, and changed his own actions? Ugh, thinking about the ins and outs of time travel gave him a headache. But he did need to figure out where he hell he was and what the hell happened, because this was most definitely not San Francisco.

As he looked around Chris noticed he wasn't alone. While he didn't recognize the other man lying nearby his whitelighter instincts were kicking in and he shifted onto his knees as he moved to see if the man was alright, or at least alive. "Hey... hey, are you alright?" Chris lightly shook one of the man's shoulders before searching for a pulse, mostly relieved to find one. Mostly, because for all he knew this man was some sort of demon or darklighter and had sent the both of them to this place.


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[info]leconnortemple
2009-08-08 03:38 am UTC (link)
Connor was definitely not a demon, or a darklighter. He honestly didn't even know what either of those was, but he could tell you the entire history of the jurassic era--and not just Spielberg's. He had no magical powers aside from a rather good brain and a wealthy knowledge of all things Dungeons and Dragons. And he was relatively handy with technology. Walking, however, took more work.

He'd been having a pretty great dream. As he'd laid Cutter down in front of the others, those familiar eyes had opened, the man had sat up, and greeted all of them as if they were being foolish. And then Abby had snogged him. Most good dreams ended that way. But the real question, the half-awake part of him wondered, was why he was dreaming. He hadn't been asleep, had he? He'd been walking away the body, Abby's hand in his. So...why was he sleeping? And why was the bed so moist? Even Connor didn't wet the bed, that was beyond gross.

And that's when he realized...he wasn't in his bed. The ground slowly came into focus as he pulled his eyes apart, the shaking finally raising him out of a terribly deep sleep. "I...what?" This wasn't home. It wasn't the flat, it wasn't the ARC...where the hell was he? "I'm sorry," he mumbled, coming out of his very dazed state. "I uh...who are you?" Not the most polite introduction but...that was Connor.

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[info]changethefuture
2009-08-08 04:34 am UTC (link)
Chris leaned back when the man started to move, both giving him room to sit up and giving himself room in case he needed to be prepared for an attack. Not that he was really any good at physical fighting. As the man got his bearings Chris took a good look at him and decided he didn't 'feel' like a demon or a darklighter or anything else evil. Didn't mean that he wasn't, but at least Chris was pretty sure he wasn't about to be stabbed again or thrown into a nearby tree.

"I'm Chris. And no, I don't know where we are." He figured such a question was likely the next thing out of the man's mouth, since it would be out of his. But it seemed a safe bet that if the man didn't know who (or what) he was then he probably wasn't responsible for wherever they just woke up at. The wet ground was starting to get to him so Chris cautiously got to his feet, unsure how steady he would be. His body reacted as if nothing could ever be wrong and he again inspected his side, fingers pulling apart the torn and blood-stained fabric to poke at the pale, undamaged skin beneath. Some kind of magic was at work that he didn't know of. It had to be, to heal such a wound. And that was a scary prospect. Unless a darklighter had sent him through a portal... but Leo and Paige had been in the room so there was no way a darklighter would have had time to work such a spell, surely he would have died first if anything. And why wasn't he dead? Chris put a hand to his head, already feeling a headache starting, and he looked around at forest they seemed to be in, hoping to see something familiar.

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[info]leconnortemple
2009-08-08 04:47 am UTC (link)
Connor remained seated, despite the dampness beneath him. Frankly, he sort of hoped if he stayed there long enough, the ground really would become his bed and he could finish up that dream of his and wind up back in the flat, Rex on his face as he so often did. Getting up would mar that image, and make him trapped. Like an animal. Like those creatures in Helen's zoo...

He shook his head, taking a very deep breath before stretching each body part carefully, making sure he remained uninjured. "You alright?" he asked, looking up at the blood stains on the other man's shirt. He seemed nice enough, but you just never knew anymore, did you? What if he was one of those sent by Helen? Another clone? But he didn't look like the cleaner... Ugh, this was getting more confusing every day. Why couldn't have have taken a stable job like...like plumber?

"You look like hell," Connor admitted, his face scrunching up in a very honest assessment of the area around them. "This place is... How'd we end up... I don't remember leaving home, to be honest." Where was Jenny? And Abby, she'd been right there, he'd never forget the feeling of her hand in his. Where were they?

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[info]changethefuture
2009-08-08 05:44 am UTC (link)
He was looking at the trees, brows furrowed as he realized some of them didn't look like any trees he had seen before. The underworld had trees in some places, or what was left of them, but it didn't exactly rain down there. Maybe it was some weird alternate universe, although that still wouldn't begin to answer the questions floating around in his head.

Chris looked back to the other man at his comment, glancing down at his previously injured abdomen. If he thought about it he swore he could still feel the poison inside him. "I'm alright, I think." He made a face, realizing he really wasn't sure if he was or not, but had enough spirit to chuckle at the comment of looking like hell. "Thanks, I don't really feel it, at least."

Running a hand through his hair, Chris shrugged, wrestling with those questions himself. "I have no freaking idea. Last I knew I was dying." And he really hadn't known what would happen to him. If he was going to die from the wound or fade as he did when Piper and Leo almost didn't have sex in time to conceive him or who knows what else. As he looked around more Chris noticed two metal boxes on the ground, like little ration boxes he'd seen pictures of in history books, and he squatted down to examine one. "Vas Captio..." he murmured aloud as he ran his fingers over the writing on the top of the box. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" His Latin was a little rusty, but he was pretty sure one of the words had to do with imprisonment. That couldn't bode well.

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[info]leconnortemple
2009-08-08 06:01 am UTC (link)
Connor scrambled to his knees, now that he realized he wasn't about to die. At least, not just yet. Maybe he'd slipped through an anomaly and didn't know it. But there were rarely people in anomalies. And he couldn't see the shining light of the doorway through time gleaming anywhere nearby.

He reached for the other container, reading the top just as the other bloke had done, then opening it. Because really, what were the odds a poisonous snake or a deadly gas was going to come out? Oh. Right. With his luck? Pretty good.

But all that sat inside was a book, a journal of sorts. A pair of socks. Some water. It looked like a very puny version of some wilderness survival kit. Well, they did seem to be in the wilderness. "I'm Connor, by the way," he added, not meeting the other man's eyes. Because really, he just couldn't be entirely sure about him yet. Even if he did seem trustworthy. So did plenty of other people, until it was too late. "Connor Temple. Of the Cambridge Temples," he added in a snooty accent, then laughed a little. May as well make light of the situation till they found out if they were going to die at least. "I'm...kidding about that. We're not really...right, anyway. What's this," he continued, picking up the book. Were these things meant for them? Maybe.

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[info]changethefuture
2009-08-08 06:22 am UTC (link)
Chris was still examining the box, not nearly as eager to open it as the other man. It could be some sort of Pandora's Box or something for all they knew. Usually a box was just a box, but it was entirely possible for it to be something else and -- His thoughts paused when the other man opened his box and nothing evil or wicked floated out of it. Hmm. Apparently it was harmless. Good to know.

He opened his and frowned at what was inside. Although socks would likely come in handy, with the rate the rain was coming down. Chris closed his box after a quick peek-through, not wanting everything inside to get wet in case he needed it. Instead he looked over at the other man and watched him poke through his things, brow furrowing again at his rambling. "Nice to meet you, I guess." Was it really, when they'd both apparently come to somewhere foreign to either of them? "I've no idea." Chris was standing up again, holding the box in one hand as he looked around. Was this place all wilderness, or was there more to it? More importantly, what was it and how could he go about getting out? He needed to get home, either to the past or the future. He had to know what happened, what had changed, if anything. Chris thought about trying to orb home, closing his eyes as he prepared to do so, but he couldn't sense Leo, or anyone. He couldn't sense the house which should have been as easy to orb to as to the heavens. "This is not good." he muttered to himself. Maybe it was an alternate universe... one where the Charmed Ones didn't exist. That was too frightening a thought to ponder.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-08-08 01:31 pm UTC (link)
"Wha'ever you tryin' t' do, ain' gonna work." Came a sudden, smooth voice from the forest beyond them. And there the Cajun came, through the thick underbrush, crunching it wetly beneath his boots. He was trying his best to keep his clothes mostly dry, hence why the Doctor's coat was pulled up so high, the collar popped and pressed against his neck, and the front of it buttoned up tight. He had woken up just a few moments ago with a few of his fellow captives, and after a quick session of talking (or arguing, in some cases), Remy had left them behind and begun wandering out through the forest on his own. He'd taken a path down, instead of over, and had missed the town entirely.. instead, he'd come across what appeared to be new people. But you never could tell, since he certainly hadn't met everyone here.. something he found strange, considering he'd been here a week and a half and there weren't that many of them to begin with! The Cajun, of course, was on his way to the barn, he wanted to get 'home' and get dry as soon as possible. But he was always willing to stop and talk with the new captives. It had sort of become a thing of his. Maybe from now on, he'd go actively, looking for people in the mornings.. the idea made him smirk. The greeter for Hell. Almost as bad as Walmart!

The slightly damp red-head (the trees caught most of the water, thankfully, so he wasn't wet to his bones yet) came to a stop a few feet away, always cautious in case they attacked, and lifted a hand up, spreading gloved fingers in a sort of welcome wave, though his hand didn't move at all. Maybe he was just showing that he had no weapons? Of course.. really, he was the weapon. But shh, not many people knew about that. He didn't want to get attacked over it, because a lot of people here believed in demons. Speaking of which! Those red eyes were focusing intently onto Chris, his eyebrows lifting with a smooth, charming smile. "Bonjour." Wonderful, they were in France! Or maybe not. He did speak English, and that accent.. well. Lord knew if either one of them would know that accent.

Red eyes slid over to Connor next. "Bonjour." He greeted similarly, finally lowering his hand down and pushing it once more into the pocket of his trench coat, to join the other. "M' Remy LeBeau, one 'de prisoners here. Soyez bienvenus à la boîte de verre." Welcome to the glass box, didn't that just sound all sorts of exciting?

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[info]leconnortemple
2009-08-08 08:35 pm UTC (link)
Connor's French was weak. No, weak would be the wrong word. Connor's French was just plain bad. If they'd been spirited off to France--and it was hard to tell with three distinctly different accents around--he was basically screwed.

He'd been reaching out his own hand, clad in fingertipless gloves, but when he realized this Remy was only waving or...something, he awkwardly turned the motion into a tap to his head. His trusted fedora had fallen when whoever had placed him there had...well, placed him there. But it lay nearby, and he bent to scoop it up, tucking it under his arm. "Okay, prisoners? I don't know about this guy," he said, tipping his head in Chris' direction, "but I haven't committed any crimes. That I know of." The last bit was mumbled under his breath. The ARC was government approved, right? And sure, he'd made some risky decisions now and then, but never anything...illegal. Mostly. "And who dumps their prisoners in the dirt, anyway?"

And furthermore, why was their greeter eyeing them with red eyes? Had they come to the future? It was possible. So far they hadn't discovered mankind's changes and evolution in their searches, but who was to say they wouldn't?

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[info]changethefuture
2009-08-09 02:23 am UTC (link)
The voice from behind startled him and Chris spun around, absently thankful it didn't seem wet enough, at least where he was standing, for him to end up slipping and falling on his ass. His dark eyes took in this new person, narrowing sharply when he caught sight of the peculiar eyes. Down right demonic. Chris tensed, the mere sight of this new person seeming to support his theory of foul play being involved in whatever got him here. Although... French? He couldn't say he'd met a French demon before, though plenty were capable of whatever accent they wanted, depending on what their purpose was.

"What the hell are you?" Chris snapped, not really caring about the 'who'. The name didn't ring any bells and hell, he'd given false names plenty over the years. A name alone could rarely be trusted. He didn't do anything, yet. But he did have one hand free and that would be all he needed to defend himself at the moment, assuming his abilities still worked. He almost wanted to strike out at the apparent demon without cause for attack, just to see if they did in fact work. If his powers had been stripped... well, he was screwed.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-08-09 02:42 am UTC (link)
"Oui, prisoners. We all prisoners here. Ain' gotta do not'in' wron', jus' gotta catch 'de eye o' 'de people runnin' 'dis place." He gestured in a smooth, fluid line, upwards to the sky, clearly indicating someone who was 'up there'. But it certainly wasn't God, make no mistake. He actually meant that there were people watching over them in this strange glass prison. "An' 'dis place ain' no normal prison."

He might have gone on to explain more, but then the other man was demanding to know what Gambit was, and that earned a curling, cutting smile. If he had a dollar for every time someone asked that question, he'd be a rich man. "I'm uh Cajun." As if that answered all of the questions burning in that other man's eyes. He, sir, was a Cajun. That was all you needed to know. It was all anyone needed to know. Soon enough, they'd all learn different, they'd find out exactly how dangerous the smiling, joking red-head was. But not yet. Not many people knew, after all.. The Doctor did. Jenny did. And Shannon did. But Shannon was missing and.. well. That left only two people. That was good, in his book.

"'Dis place called Vas Cap'io. An' i's uh big glass box. An' 'dem boxes you got 'dere? 'Dey got uh book in 'dere, wha' you use t' communica'e wit' the ot'er people here. 'Bou' for'y o' us. An' like I say, 'dis ain' no normal prison. 'Dey do 'xperimen's here, an' 'dey kill people. 'Dere was fif'y o' us, two days ago. Jus' for'y now." Remy inclined his head some, but didn't show any remorse for the fallen. He didn't know any of them. He didn't really care. They weren't his people. There was only one of 'his' people here.. and she was one of them.

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[info]leconnortemple
2009-08-09 06:03 am UTC (link)
Connor's eyebrows lifted carefully. This was possibly the most insane thing he'd ever heard. He had to listen carefully to catch every word in the strange accent. Cajun, it seemed. Oddly, he'd always thought Cajun just referred to food. Bourbon chicken, gumbo, and the like.

"A glass box?" he asked, picking his battles carefully. Because, really, who wanted to be the crazy and confused person? What he'd really like to do was rail against anyone who came too close. Like the guy he'd woken up beside--which would be hard to explain away as it was! The other one seemed defensive. Way too guarded. Probably how Connor should be and yet he couldn't. This was too...well, interesting! Annoying, probably really confusing, but interesting just the same.

And, apparently, deadly. "They've killed ten people here?" he asked quickly, eyeing the...uh, Cajun up and down. "Seriously? What'd they do? Did they commit some sort of crime? Are there rules here?" There wasn't a way to get all of this information in fast enough. And he needed to know. When he got home, and rest assured, Connor had every intention of getting home, he needed to tell the others every single thing he'd learned and done here. Especially if he had somehow made his way through an anomaly. He'd probably be researched!

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[info]changethefuture
2009-08-09 08:24 am UTC (link)
"Cajun." he echoed dryly, not losing his suspicious look for a second. That was a region, not a race. Perhaps under better circumstances he might have let the comment go. Maybe. "I asked what, not where. Humans don't have eyes like that." Chris fired back, seeing no point in fooling around with wordplay. He needed to know just what he was dealing with. If he found out what that might help him figure out the where, and how to get home.

He cast a glance at the man he'd woken up near and decided that of the two, Connor was the most harmless. And it wasn't just the eyes that made him think the new man was a danger. "How do we know you're not the thing that brought us here, wherever the hell this place is? Seems awful convenient for you to just happen to be nearby." And Chris wasn't the type to believe in coincidences. Not after all he'd been through in the last year trying to find who was out to turn his brother evil. The talk of deaths didn't phase him, other than to tell him it was a dangerous place. But hell, was there anywhere that wasn't?

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-08-09 10:51 pm UTC (link)
"Some people here commi'e' crimes 'fore 'dey come here, bu' not mos'. Mos' jus' normal people been thrown here. Bu' no' all 'dem from 'de same time, nor from 'de same plane', or worl." He lifted his eyebrows at Connor then. "Where an' when you from, homme? An', you? Where an' when you from?" That second one was questioned to Chris. "Wha' mont', wha' day, an' wha' year you bot' from? An' where you live?" Hopefully that would make his point. Maybe they'd both be from different years. And he wouldn't have to convince them of anything. But, who knew?

"Ain' no rules here, jus' try y' bes' not t' ge' kilt." Yes, kilt. Because he couldn't say 'killed' properly, and it came out in more of a drawl. However, when Chris was prompting him about what he was, his eyebrows lifted some and a cutting smile spread out over his face again. "Maybe I ain' human." Was his only answer to that first statement, before he inclined his head some. "Guess you go' uh righ' t' t'ink I migh' be behin' 'dis.. bu' I ain' 'de one been here 'de longes'. Go' people been here eigh'een days, I jus' been here nine." Wow, had it really been that long? Or rather, had it only been that short? "An' I jus' foun' you. People show up, every mornin', ou' here in 'de woo's. So I come ou' every mornin' an' check." He shrugged up a shoulder. "People gotta know wha's goin' on, was confuse' myself when I shown up, so like t' le' ot'er people know wha's goin' on, 'das all." Got all that, Conner? Poor boy.

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[info]leconnortemple
2009-08-10 01:50 am UTC (link)
Connor was uncharacteristically quiet. Usually he'd have jumped in with several theories, thoughts, ideas...something. But instead he stood quietly and listened. He wasn't quite as suspicious as his companion. Possibly because he was getting used to people and things winding up in places besides the ones where they belonged. The man's red eyes did freak him out, at least a little bit. But he would deal. Non-human didn't seem as strange as it might've a year ago.

"London. Well, Manchester, originally. Living in London now for work." Did he really just ask what year? Oh, this was too good. He was about to find out he really had traveled in time again. This time even more accidentally than going after Abby. "It's April, two-thousand and nine," Connor said simply. And he waited. He waited to be told he was wrong, that it was the twenty-second century or some such. But then, they wouldn't be prisonders taken through an anomaly, would they? Hmm.


"So let me get this straight," he began, since one of the two newcomers had to remain calm and he was kind of used to these abnormalities. Kind of. "We've been imprisoned, this place has been around for eighteen days, and people just get dropped off in the woods with...socks?" No one would ever accuse Connor of letting things go over his head. Or not getting it.

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[info]changethefuture
2009-08-10 03:30 am UTC (link)
Chris didn't want to tell this red-eyed stranger anything. Especially when he started talking about where and when. Got to be some sort of alternate universe. It has to be. Why else would time matter? The nonchalant attitude was really starting to get to him and he'd started to raise his hand to put his telekinesis to use (if it worked here that was) but then the man he'd woken up near started babbling off answers to the stranger's questions and it drew Chris' attention. Particularly the year he stated. Chris' brows rose a bit as he looked over at Connor, reluctantly stating "November 16th, five years earlier than that." Of course, he was truly from about twenty years later, but he'd yet to make it back to his hopefully changed future.

His gaze returned to the stranger and he had to admit, he didn't look or 'feel' like a powerful enough demon to work the kind of magic it might take to pull two people from two separate points in time and put them in the same place. To be honest, Chris didn't even know that demons could do that kind of difficult magic. It had been a small miracle that he and Bianca had been able to use the time traveling spell correctly. "Okay fine, maybe you're not responsible." He could reluctantly concede that point, raising his free hand to his temple in an effort to stave off a headache. "But you're definitely not human. Some kind of low-level demon? The eyes are a nice dramatic touch but you guys usually try and blend in more." Chris looked toward the Cajun with a darker glare and stepped closer to him, not moving his hand right away. He was trying to sense if he still had his powers. "How do we get out of here?" He was including Connor in his 'we', as the man seemed nice enough. Like someone the Elders would assign him to... if they had been from the same time and place.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-08-10 03:48 am UTC (link)
When the two men disagreed on the date, Remy opened gloved hands up as if to say 'See? I told you!' but the words never came from his mouth. They didn't have to. He knew he'd won that bit of the argument when neither man wanted to bring it back up again. So there. His hands fell to his sides once more, pushing into the too-deep pockets of the Time Lord's duplicate coat. "Non, no' human. No' comple'ely. Kin'a. M' a differen' sor' o' human. Better sor'." Or so he thought. So many mutants thought.

"An' uh demon, my eyes jus' 'dis way. Red jus' uh color, homme. Don' mean not'in'. Jus' cause someone wear black don' make 'dem in mournin', non? Jus' uh color." He repeated a second time, lifting those eyebrows higher and making his eye widen out just some as he did. "Dunno how you ge' outta here. Been tryin' 'dat myself for eigh' days. Nine, you coun' today. So has everyone else here, ain' gonna fin' no one know 'de way ou'. You gonna have t' settle in like 'de res' o' us. C'mon, gonna show you 'de way to 'de gym, maybe 'de museum, where everyone else en' up." With this said, he was taking a few steps back, crunching wet leaves under his boots as he did, waiting for them to come along with him.

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[info]leconnortemple
2009-08-10 04:06 am UTC (link)
Connor shot a sideways look at the man he'd woken up beside. Was it safe to go traipsing around with someone he'd just met? Probably not. And he didn't like the sound of not being able to go home. There was so much to do, with Cutter gone. And Sid and Nancy needed a home now. Abby's smile when he'd suggested keeping them was still fresh in his mind. Jenny would be anxious, and Sarah, she was still so new, there was so much to teach her.

Now what?

It wasn't as if they could do anything else, was it? No, he decided, looking around them. The way out wasn't the same as the way in. There was no shining anomaly behind him. And Chris had arrived from an earlier point in time, not a futuristic one. That didn't mean the non-demon, non-human was from the same point. "When are you from? The where is pretty obvious, I guess, but when?" Time travel wasn't quite as foreign an idea as it might've been to some, but they hadn't broken through enough information about the anomalies to be able to look at points only a few years before or after. It was, therefore, weird.

That didn't stop him from automatically falling in step behind the Cajun. May as well. If he wasn't getting home right away, may as well stick with someone who seemed to know the ropes.

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[info]changethefuture
2009-08-10 04:27 am UTC (link)
He rolled his eyes at the 'better' comment. He wasn't exactly human either, but he didn't look down on simple mortals. Well, literally perhaps, but not in the sense the Cajun meant. "Clothes and eyes are two completely different things." he shot back, not able to entirely let the subject go. And he would have continued on, trying to get to the bottom of whatever the man was, but then Connor was falling into step behind the man and Chris just stared incredulously for a moment.

"You're going to just trust him?" Barely a breath passed before Chris was throwing his hands in the air and following after the both of them. He couldn't just let an innocent wander off after the questionable man that had found them. Goddamn whitelighter instincts.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-08-10 04:52 am UTC (link)
"M' from nin'een nin'y t'ree." He spoke back to the pair of them easily, tossing a smile over his shoulder as he did. "An' eyes an' clot'es? 'Dey ain' 'dat differen', homme. Some day, when you grow up big an' stron', you gonna be able to tell 'dat." Yes, he was poking fun at you, Chris, but it all came out with a smile on his voice. He couldn't help himself. It was one of the ways he dealt with stress.. and there was plenty of stress here.

It didn't take him long to get them out of the forest and onto the dirty road in town, and he stopped there, eyebrows lifting up as he turned back to look at the two newcomers. "'Dis is 'de town. Ain' go' no food, no wa'er.. well.. wa'er now. Gonna hafta collec' some up, so we go' some'tin' t' drink. No beds, no safe place t' sleep, no weapons, an' no way ou'."

Wow, thanks for that motivational talk, Cajun. They appreciated it, we're sure.

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[info]leconnortemple
2009-08-10 05:14 am UTC (link)
"What else are we going to do, sit in the forest and waste?" Connor asked Chris, giving a slight shrug. "There's two of us, one of him." Not that he was all that good in hand-to-hand fighting. Or with weapons, for that matter. Didn't even want to get into worrying about what sort of non-human this person was.

He listened to the spiel as they walked. Nineteen ninety-three? Oh, hell. That wasn't how it was supposed to go. This was supposed to be a mutation, a product of evolution. Not something from his own past. "Sounds brilliant," he muttered, glancing around. No beds, fine. No weapons, okay, he was lousy with a gun anyway. But no food? No water? That changed things a bit. "So how exactly does the whole, I don't know, survival thing work, then? If we're stuck here with absolutely, say, nothing?"

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[info]changethefuture
2009-08-10 06:31 am UTC (link)
Chris glared darkly at the Cajun and had to refrain from using his mind to fling him into a nearby tree; the thought was far too tempting. He decided it would be best to let it go for now. If he got into it with this stranger later he didn't want to give them the advantage of knowing he had powers, or that he was rather horrible at hand-to-hand combat himself. So instead he focused on Connor. He needed to get the hell out of here and back to where he belonged... but in the meantime he figured he should probably look out for the other man. There was likely a reason they had both shown up in the same place at the same time.

When they got to the road Chris was looking around some, sighing under his breath. So he got sent back further into the past? Maybe further than where the other man was from, given the look and sound of things. "Great, just great." He was getting a headache from this mess. "Alright, I'll bite. If there's nothing here how are you in such a wonderful mood? Eating the other people to save your own skin?" Chris turned his gaze once more to the Cajun, a brow arched expectantly. He was so not amused.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-08-10 01:29 pm UTC (link)
"Yeah, you gonna fin' lo's o' differen' people here from lo's o' differen' times. Know uh few from where you at," He nodded towards Connor, as he turned some to glance back at them, then he smirked a little, lifting his eyebrows at Chris. "An' t'ink 'dere a few people from where you from, too." He turned to look forward again as they began moving down the soggy road.. at least the town would be a bit more clean now, thanks to this rain. It'd wash a bit of that dirt away.

"Non, no' ye'." He laughed some at the question about becoming a cannibal, well, it was an idea! "'Dey always show up an' give us foo' at 'de las' momen'. Ain' gonna le' all o' us starve, 'dey usin' us for experimen's. Gotta keep some 'de lab rats alive, non?" He questioned with a smile, tilting his head to look back at them again. "Over 'dere on 'de righ', you gonna see our gym, 'das where mos' people en' up when 'dey ge' here. Where 'de doct'rs all are. We go' a few. Lexie, an' 'dis lady name Ellio'. An' McCoy. An' some ot'er guy. 'Den 'dere's 'De Doct'r, no' t' be confuse' wit' A Doct'r." Getting all of this, guys?

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[info]leconnortemple
2009-08-10 02:12 pm UTC (link)
No, not really. "No, not really," Connor admitted, speaking his voiced thoughts. Honestly, was he supposed to? They'd been dropped in the middle of nowhere, with supposedly no food to speak of, and he was supposed to get it?

"So we have doctors. And they can keep us alive? Are you telling us there's medicine here or...?" Using them for experiments. Oh, well that was just a bloody pleasant thought, wasn't it? He was going to die a virgin, he just knew it! What sorts of experiments? He'd done many experiments over the years, but never with live humans. Though he had the feeling Lester might actually want to. On him. Or on... Well. That couldn't happen anymore, but whatever.

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[info]changethefuture
2009-08-10 11:40 pm UTC (link)
He couldn't help but make a face at the mention of doctors. Thanks, but no thanks. Chris would take healing from a whitelighter any day... a thought which only served to remind him that he needed to work on that ability himself. Well, if people were getting hurt all the time around here perhaps it'd be a good place to practice. Not that he planned on sticking around that long. Nope, as soon as he could get a feel on some location outside of this place he was going to orb out of here and be done with this apparent first circle of hell.

"What kind of experiments? And if there's so many people trapped here why doesn't everyone revolt or something?" Unless there was a spell at work that made everyone complacent, or whoever was in charge had some sort of leverage that kept them in line, or... "This is ridiculous." And the look of things, as they got closer to the buildings, was reminding Chris more and more of the future he grew up in. The place he left to change. What the hell had he done to deserve getting thrown right back into that sort of mess?

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-08-11 03:10 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, all kin's. People been tie' up t'get'er in 'de fores', ma'e t' kill tigers an' bears wit' 'dere bare han's.. 'dey trie' t'drown me an' some ot'ers.. people wake up nake' t' people 'dey don' know. Ha' some people cu' open, y' know, have surgery done while 'dey awake. 'Dere was an ear't quake.." His eyes rolled up, trying to think of some other experiments as he walked, closer and closer to the gym. But then that next question was posed and Remy glanced back at the other two men and finally came to a stop, just thirty feet or so from the door. Remy didn't go into the gym, ever. He didn't have an interest in going in there.

"'Cause 'dere's no one t' revol' agains'. Jus' us, in 'dis box. 'Dey all on 'de ou'si'e. We can' get to 'dem." And that was as simple as that, really. They couldn't revolt if there was no one to fight against.

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[info]leconnortemple
2009-08-11 05:40 pm UTC (link)
Connor could probably have taken the time to freak out over the idea of not even being able to face their captors, but he was a little too busy having a panic attack at the idea of being sliced open without warning. Or, you know, anesthesia.

A cold chill ran down his spine and he shuddered. That might even be worse than being chased by raptors. And being chased by raptors, that was bad, really. But at least that, he'd brought on himself, joining the team the way he had. This? This he so didn't ask for. He had responsibilities back home, he couldn't deal with being stuck in this place, not for long.

"That sounds...phenomenal, really, okay, it doesn't look like a box, are you sure there's not some doorway you lot are missing?" he questioned, looking up and around in a panic. No, no. No panicking. Just...freaking out a little. "I mean, if it were a box, the ceiling has to end somewhere, right? So what's above the ceiling? Why's it still look like sky?"

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[info]changethefuture
2009-08-12 02:30 am UTC (link)
He couldn't help but think it was a pity the drowning thing didn't work, even though Chris wasn't sure if demons could drown. Hmmm. "There's always something or someone to revolt against." Granted, such a view came from the way he had grown up and the way he was forced to live as Wyatt became more evil and so did the world. It wasn't right, pitting brother against brother like that. That kind of thing took a toll on a person, no matter what good they might have been able to do in the past. Chris tried to shake off such thoughts; now wasn't the time. The small freak-out happening beside him proved a good distraction.

"Some doorways you have to feel to find them." he commented, mostly to himself as he looked up as well. Maybe they didn't have anyone magical here and there had been a way out the whole time, but none of them could 'see' it. Or some spell was needed... Chris squinted as he looked up at the sky, raising one hand to shield his eyes against the drizzle. "Only one way to find out." Both if there was some sort of ceiling to this place -- which was just a mind-boggling sort of thought, even for him at the moment -- and if any of his powers worked. He couldn't sense the Elders or anything otherwise familiar to him, but that didn't mean they weren't up there, somewhere.

So Chris focused and tried to orb up to the Elders as he had done countless times before. The place where he stood glowed and shimmered with a pure light, obscuring the sight of him, and the light didn't have time to fully fade away before it shimmered again and Chris was back, stumbling a little and holding a hand to his head as he fully materialized. The whole thing wasn't more than five or ten seconds. "There's something up there... fuck." he grumbled, rubbing at his head as he glared up into the clouds. He didn't know what it was, but he'd been fine for a moment until his magic hit something that might as well have been a wall or ceiling. Though, at least now he knew his powers might work here, just in a limited capacity. As he cursed a bit more under his breath he finally looked back at the other two, wondering if they knew anything at all about the magical world. Well, more wondering about Connor. Since he was convinced Remy was a demon Chris was more worried he might be about to be attacked.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-08-12 03:40 am UTC (link)
"Mm, pretty sure, homme. Bu' tell you wha', you welcome t' look over everyt'in' all over 'gain, d'accord? An' when you fin' 'de doorway, you make sure an' come back an' le' us know, m'kay? 'Cause ain' like 'de for'y people here bein' tor'ure' an' starve' t' dea't wen' lookin' for a way ou' or not'in'. Non. We jus' all been sittin' here wai'in' f' you t' come 'roun' an' fin' 'de doorway me misse'." That won poor Connor a flat stare from the Cajun, who somehow still managed to look amused. Did he really think they'd missed something? They'd been here eighteen days, everyone had gone through this place with a fine tooth comb!

But as the other man had begun to fade away with that bright light, Remy had turned around to watch intently. Wow. He had to be a mutant too-- what, were they hauling in as many as they could find, now? However, he was back and solid-looking again seconds later, rubbing his head and muttering, and Remy stared a second, his smile cracking into a grin, then he laughed. "Oui. Somet'in' up 'dere. Like I say, non? C'mon, don' le' 'de ot'ers see you doin' t'in's like 'dat. 'Dey gonna t'ink you a demon, or uh alien. Or uh wi'ch or somet'in'."

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[info]leconnortemple
2009-08-12 03:56 am UTC (link)
This guy? Was a little annoying. Or, really annoying, more like. He'd only just gotten there, did he have to go and get all sarcastic and annoying and irritating? And did he mention annoying? Honestly.

And there the other guy had gone and gotten all glowy-like and disappearingish and then back...ish. And this Remy guy? Hadn't even made a face, really. No more surprised than if Chris had just gone mad and started running in wild circles. There was something off about this place. Well, obviously. Kidnappees in a big box wasn't exactly normal, now was it? But the fact that there was a red-eyed man, and a glowy ability man who thought said red-eyed man was some sort of demon. And none of them thought this was at all out of the ordinary?

So, Connor took the reins and dived in. Those analogies didn't go together, did they? Whatever. "What if they do think that?" he asked, attempting to sound calm. "Is he the first to do...that?" Not that he had any idea whatsoever what 'that' was, but it sounded brilliant when he thought about it. "Is he in danger of starting some massive amounts of panic? What would happen if he did?" Keep him talking, keep him talking.

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[info]changethefuture
2009-08-12 04:26 am UTC (link)
A witch or something. That really about covered it, didn't it?

Chris raised a brow just slightly as he looked at Connor, appreciating that the other man was at least trying to remain calm. Not that he didn't like being part whitelighter or anything, but his charges were known to get on his nerves. Hey, he listened and appeared when they really needed him. That was what counted, right? Of course it was. Panic was just something he didn't always deal well with, what with his own tendency to go all paranoid and somewhat panicky himself.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking." he muttered to no one in particular, pushing damp hair out of his eyes as he finally lowered his hand again. "If people have been trapped here for, how long did you say? Two weeks or more?" He looked to the Cajun as if for confirmation before returning his gaze to Connor as he continued. "If they've been here that long and aren't in a state of panic already, I'm not that worried. Unless there's something making them not panic. Then we can be worried." Which wasn't to say he didn't appreciate the apparent concern, if that's what it was. Chris did momentarily turn his attention to Remy, curious as to his almost happy reaction to the show of powers. "You don't seem all that surprised. Are there other people here that can... do things?"

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-08-12 04:39 am UTC (link)
"Non. Some people here can do t'in's.. jus' no' many o' us." Us. Ooh, that included you, didn't it, Cajun? Tsk. But Illyana already knew, he just wasn't willing to give up what he could do. Not yet. The number of people here who knew what he was and what he could do were slowly dwindling.. it was like the people running this place were knocking off people to keep the Cajun safe or something.. even though that was completely insane.

"An' oui, some people panic, 'dey see you doin' 'dat. 'Dey prolly t'ink you uh demon, or uh wi'ch, like I sai'. Or maybe 'dey t'ink you one 'de people runnin' 'dis place, an' 'dey come af'er you an' kill you." Well, that wouldn't be fun, would it, Chris? "'Dere 'dese ot'er boys, 'de Winches'ers. 'Dey t'ink I'm uh demon, too-- you still t'ink I'm uh low-level demon? Non, don' matter anyway." Everyone thought he was a demon. "People ain' panickin' 'cause 'dis is pretty normal, an' 'dey only panic when 'de 'xperimen's happen. Worse 'o two evils, non?" Both shoulders rolled back in a graceful motion and the pair were flashed that oh-so-charming smile. Careful, Connor. If he wanted to Charm you, it would probably work like.. well.. a charm. But Chris? There was no way. Remy, of course, didn't know that.

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[info]leconnortemple
2009-08-12 04:53 am UTC (link)
Remy could think what he wanted, but Connor was in no danger of being charmed. For one, not even the prettiest of boys could turn Connor's eye. He was nerdy, not gay. For another, his heart belonged to one Abby Maitland and one day she was going to figure that out. They were meant to be, he knew it, and no one would change his mind. Especially not some partial demon guy thing.

"I've seen weirder," he commented with a shrug, turning to Chris. He didn't elaborate on what and instead looked at the other man with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked. It hadn't occurred to him that the display of...magic? Whatever it was, that it might have hurt his companion. "What was it you were trying to do, anyway? Elevate or something?"

Oh, Connor. One day you'd truly grasp this other-worldlyness that you'd become a part of. Today just wasn't that day.

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[info]changethefuture
2009-08-12 05:20 am UTC (link)
Chris caught the 'us', which really didn't mean much to him since he had already figured Remy as something non-human. It just told him there were a few others who might have some sort of powers. As the Cajun rambled on he was biting back a sigh. Great. This place sounded way too similar to the future he had come from originally for his liking. Whether that meant he was better or worse prepared than some was up in the air at the moment. He did know one thing, and that was that he didn't want anyone doing experiments on him. His kind was rare enough, he didn't want anyone trying to figure out how he worked or something.

"It wouldn't be the first time someone's tried to kill me." he easily replied, absently noting down in his mind the name the Cajun tossed at him. Winchesters, hmm. It didn't sound familiar, but it was good to be aware of any possible enemies. Chris did make a bit of a face when Remy practically taunted him about the whole demon thing. "Maybe you're not a demon, not from my world, but that doesn't mean I trust you." At least he was honest.

It was the concern more than the questions that turned the hybrid's attention back to Connor and he managed the barest of reassuring smiles, nodding slightly. "I'm fine, other than the headache all this crap is giving me." Questionable entity with demon-red eyes not included. He looked at the other man a moment, debating a moment on what to tell him. Well, if there was, in fact, some sort of reason why the two of them had appeared in this place together -- like that he was supposed to look out for Connor while they were trapped here -- then he supposed it couldn't hurt to tell the truth. "Kind of. I was trying to teleport to..." Saying the heavens probably wouldn't go over well. It was far easier for people to handle demons than angels for some reason. "... another plane." It wasn't a lie, at least. "But there's something up there. I don't know if it's a physical barrier but it's there." A frown darkened his face as he said it. The idea of being trapped anywhere, for any reason, didn't set well with Chris.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-08-12 06:31 pm UTC (link)
Gambit grinned some as Connor asked about Chris' well-being. Well, the red-head certainly wasn't going to do it, so it was good that the other man had! And when he questioned what he was trying to do, Remy spoke up at the same time Chris did. "T'ink he was tryin' t' telepor'." Though, he stopped talking after that and shifted red eyes to the formerly glowing man and cracked another grin.

"Oui, 'dere's de glass I tell you 'bou'. Bu' ain' jus' glass. Stronger 'den 'dat. Look, you two jus' go on insi'e an' fin' someone in 'dere, talk t' 'dem. 'Dey gonna tell you 'de same t'in's I did. You see. G'wan." Even as he was urging the two, he was sidestepping and shrugging up his jacket to bring it closer to his neck. "I gotta fin' uh frien' o' mine, make sure he doin' okay. You two gonna be alrigh' here, non?" Even if they weren't, he was going to leave anyway. Because they would be fine, though they might think not.

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[info]leconnortemple
2009-08-12 07:10 pm UTC (link)
Connor liked to think of himself as a confident sort. Maybe not suave or graceful or anything like that, but confident in who he was. No, he wasn't cool, and he'd embraced that. Yes, he worked with dinosaurs and other prehistoric creatures on a daily basis. He'd embraced that, too.

So when Remy 'Gambit' LeBeau asked if they were going to be alright in that butchered English of his? He simply shrugged and nodded. "Course we are. What else are we going to do, run and hide? Not gonna do us a lot of good, that." He looked at the gym in front of him and wondered if he really dared to go in. It didn't look like any of the gymnasiums back home, but that was a big city and this was BFE. Maybe this was normal for them.

"Don't happen to know what year it is here, do you?" he questioned before the red-eyed man could leave. Time Connor could deal with. Teleporting...well how much did that suck that Chris could do it and he couldn't?

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[info]changethefuture
2009-08-12 08:18 pm UTC (link)
He shot Remy a look when he chimed in about teleporting. It could have been a guess, but he sounded a bit too confident, especially with that grin on his face. So if he wasn't a demon, or a darklighter, or from some coven of witches Chris had by some fluke never heard of... what was he? And what was it he could do? It was aggravating to think he might have to actually look for Remy at some point to discuss abilities. Best not to think of that now, or his irritation might lead to him showing off another ability or two because he wasn't thinking straight.

Chris just waved a hand dismissively, turning his gaze to the building for the moment. It inspired about the same amount of confidence in him as it did in Connor. "I actually don't mind the run and hide strategy, but it does get tiring after awhile, unfortunately." More mentally than physically, at least for him, but he didn't need to talk about that.

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[info]ace_of_clubs
2009-08-12 09:08 pm UTC (link)
"Non, none o' us do. We don' even know wha' plane' we on, bu' i' ain' Ear't." Yeah, he'd leave the two of you to chew on that. He offered up another smile and lifted a gloved hand to wave at the pair of them (really, it was more a wiggle of his fingers) before he was backing off, then turning and heading off in the direction of the museum.

He had a Doctor to find!

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