InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "I'm going to London!"

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

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.

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

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?

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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.

(Reply to this) (Parent)

(Read comments) -