ROLEPLAY HQ - into-the-past

Eleanor Cirque BOT 19-Aug-21 07:27 AM

It was a bright and sunny day in a small village just outside the kingdom of Abadon. Eleanor Cirque, the village's healer, was out on her morning stroll, picking herbs and mushrooms and plants that she would later turn into potions, medical salves and any other concoction she could figure out. Her long raven black hair went to her hips, the breeze teasing the black locks as she walked. She wore a long black dress with long sleeves to protect her skin from the chilly wind. It was a crisp October morning, and she had to protect herself, less she get sick herself! As she walked through the field, the morning dew making her boots wet, she spotted a beautiful little herb sitting perfectly on a fallen log. Eleanor smiled and walked over to it. She bent down and reached for the plant, and just as her fingers circled the herb's green stem, she heard a large crash, and a bright white light erupted in the middle of the field. Eleanor screamed and ducked onto the ground, covering her head and eyes. Was it a dragon?! An angry mage?! Another witch like herself?! Eleanor had no idea, and her heart was slamming into her chest, her breathing rapid as she struggled to get air into her lungs from the shock. Quickly summoning flames to her hands, Eleanor stood. Whatever this was, she had to protect her village. It was her duty as a citizen after all! But, when she stood, instead of seeing a large beast that was hungry for mortal flesh, she noticed...something else. A large contraption with blinking lights and... a door? Eleanor raised a brow, her hands raised at her sides, ready to strike. "H....Hello?" She called. What the hell was this thing?!

Theodore Grayson BOT 19-Aug-21 07:43 AM

The main cabin began to bellow black smoke, puffing it out rather steadily before the large contraption itself began to hiss. A clear fluid began to pool up just underneath the strange machine, red lights flashing just on the other side of the door. With a loud hiss the machine began to whirl to life, but it just as quickly shut down as it did so. From the other side of the door, a large black foot hastily kicked against the glass, beating against it with a heavy thud. The way it resonated off the machine made it sound more heavier and menacing then intended. The foot continued kicking the door repeatedly, continuing to do so over and over again until the door cracked off the side and fell to the ground, becoming a sort of mat over the fluid pool. Loud and heavy coughs were the next sound to be made as the black smoke suddenly poured out from the inner cabin in heavy volumes, small flickers of flame illuminating the black interior. In one quick move, an actual person came from within the machine. He leaped out of the metal monster and onto the ground beside the door. He seemed extremely out of place, wearing foreign dark stained clothes that didn't seem to match anything remotely similar to the commoner clothing of this time. More heavy coughs came from the man as he rolled himself over and lied there on the ground, regaining himself. His hands began to swipe over his clothes, dusting off some of the black powder that stained his body, and exposing a brown and grey suit underneath. Wavy brown hair topped the mans head, and beady brown eyes quickly glanced around, almost in a panic to gather some kind of idea as to where he was. He kept to the ground in an attempt to stay relatively hidden, but the coughing gave him away rather easily. It didn't take long for the coughing to get bad enough where his head grew heavy with more and more air left his lungs. He simply lied there now, in an attempt to rest, not really knowing who or what surrounded him.

Eleanor Cirque BOT 19-Aug-21 07:53 AM

Eleanor yelped as the contraption began to thump heavily in anger and she braced herself for an attack. When the door broke off, she ducked, thinking it would come flying off at her. Thankfully it did not, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a man stumble from the contraption. He was covered in black dust, and he coughed and collapsed onto the ground, his coughing still prominent. Eleanor's eyes widened and she dropped her flames. "Hey!" Grabbing her skirt, she lifted it and ran towards the man, her caution of the contraption minor compared to her concern for this man. She dropped to her knees beside him, lifting his head up onto her lap. She brushed the dust and soot away from his nose and eyes. Quietly, Eleanor spoke a soft foreign language, and blue light began to radiate from her hands. She waved them over his nose and mouth, drawing out the dust and soot. She shook her hand away from the man, the black soot flying off into the grass. With his airways now clear, Eleanor felt less concern. "Sir? Are you alright? It's okay. You're safe. That...thing... seems to have died." She brushed some soot from his eyes as she looked down at him. Eleanor couldn't help but admire the man's appearance, but his outfit was unusual...

Theodore Grayson BOT 19-Aug-21 08:07 AM

Once the healing spell was cast, a sort of newfound life came from the man. His coughing died down substantially as he came back to reality. Soft swears came out of his lips and he looked on to his machine, his tense shoulders and body relaxing a bit but quickly tensing back up again as he realized that he was now stuck in whatever time he landed in. He looked back up and his eyes met with the random lady, his face suddenly growing bright red when he realized he was in her lap. "O-O-Oh my. P-Please excuse me, m'lady. I must've been out for quite a while. The last thing I remember is the machine failing and smoke filling up the cabin." He stated as he lifted himself off of her lap, avoiding her gaze to not grow even more red. "What, erm.....What year is it now, if you don't mind me asking, fair lady?" His words were soft, as if to not come off as too strong. The last thing he wanted was to cause any sort of hysteria. At least, that's what the Traveler's Guide told him not to do.

Eleanor Cirque BOT 19-Aug-21 08:24 AM

The man regained a normal breathing rhythm and Eleanor smiled. When his eyes opened, he suddenly sat up and moved away a little. His face was dark red and Eleanor chuckled a little. Men. So silly. "You were alright. You seemed to be choking. All that smoke must have caught in your chest." She shook her head a bit, glaring at the 'machine'. "That wicked thing." The man suddenly asked a strange question. "It is 1345. Why?" She tilted her head, her eyes wide and curious. She was unsure why he wouldn't know what year it was... "Are you sure you did not hit your head?" She asked, leaning forward and pressing her palm to his forehead. His skin was warm, but she wasn't sure if that was due to the redness in his face, or something else. "Hmm, it doesn't feel as if you have a fever." She mumbled softly. "What's your name, sir?"

Korghon (Josh) 19-Aug-21 08:48 AM

When she mentioned the year, the man scrambled into his pockets and pulled out a small notebook. Unbinding it, he almost ignored the witch's questions, his mind running rampant. He flashed through page after page, his eyes reading the small lines of text too fast to properly comprehend everything. He was looking for something specific, it seemed. Before long, he stopped and began reading from the pages, his mouth moving along and mouthing each word he read. "Uhh...Theodore. That's my name." He muttered, momentarily glancing up to make eye contact with her before returning to his notebook. "1345.....Any distinct events from 1345?" He asked himself, resuming his frantic page flipping. By now, he had finally stood up and began pacing back and forth, not exactly picking up on the fact that a mere moments ago, he was on the ground, coughing up a lung and about to pass out. "Of course my research doesn't have anything on 1345. Why would I, a scientist, take any sort of notes on uneventful years?" His tone seemed to grow slightly hostile but it was directed at himself. Whatever he was going on about, he was not exactly the most joyful person to be around right now. "Wait, I don't think I caught your name, Miss...?"

Eleanor Cirque BOT 19-Aug-21 08:58 AM

Eleanor stood as the man did, but she grew a bit cautious of him as he began to pace, his words seemingly more angry and upset as he paced back and forth, looking in a small notebook. It was the smallest spell book Eleanor had ever seen! But, he didn't appear to be casting any spell. Had he been attempting to cast one previously and it failed? He had mumbled his name as 'Theodore', and the name was a bit different but not unusual. Eleanor blinked as the man asked for her name. "My name is Eleanor. Eleanor Cirque." She looked at the book in his hands. "What is that? You said 1345 was... uneventful? What do you mean by that?" She tilted her head, raven hair falling down her shoulder as she curiously looked at him, her blue eyes meeting his brown ones.

Theodore Grayson BOT 19-Aug-21 09:20 AM

"Right...I suppose I have some explaining to do, Eleanor Cirque." He stated calmly, doing his best to maintain a rather strained smile on his face. "Like I said earlier, my name is Theodore, and I do not belong here. I am a...." He paused for a moment to glance over the machine behind him, the black smoke still steadily coming out and into the sky above them. "...a traveler of sorts! I can't exactly go into the details of it, but my 'mount' as you would call it, is currently in a state of disrepair. Do you happen to know of some place where I can just rest for a little bit before I got work on repairing? Also, something like a blacksmith would help too, or do you call them a different name here..A smitty or something like that?" He asked, pulling out his notebook again and glancing over the page he was just at. "Yeah, something like that."

Eleanor Cirque BOT 19-Aug-21 09:58 AM

This man was... strange. Eleanor looked at the man's 'mount' as he explained what he was and said that he needed a place to rest, and where the blacksmith was. "Well, this village doesn't have a blacksmith per say. We have a small repair shop for some emergency fixes, but a real blacksmith would be in the Abadon kingdom. Which is about a three days journey. There is an inn that you could rest at." She gestured towards the village in the distance. "If you would like, I can accompany you to the inn? I live close to it, and it would be best to have some company. The woods can be a bit...tricky." She chuckled. She stepped towards him, her eyes scanning over the still smoking machine. With a wave of her hand, a large gust of wind flew from behind her, blowing the smoke out of the machine and removing it into the air. The machine sat quietly and still. "There. Now no fires will start." She smiled. "Come along. It will get dark before we know it." Eleanor turned and walked towards the fallen log where she had dropped the herb she had originally came to pick. She lifted the herb and the small basket she had brought with her to hold the items. She turned her head back to Theodore. "Coming?"

Theodore Grayson BOT 19-Aug-21 06:45 PM

He blinked a few times, fingers fumbling as he tucked the note back back into his suit jacket pocket. "Three days?" he questioned. "Christ, that's a long time just to get some metal. I'm surprised there's nothing closer..." He began to mutter to himself as he followed her to the machine. His muttering quickly silenced itself when she waved her hand and the smoke cleared. A single eyebrow raised as he glanced her over, even looking around to make sure he wasn't seeing things. "That was...strangely convenient." He said softly, watching her now as she turned and began to walk away. He looked over his machine, scratching his head at the strange wind that happened before hearing Eleanor call out to him. "Uhh...y-yeah. Coming." He turned and hastily walked over to her side, gesturing for her now to lead the way towards the inn. "After you, m'lady."

Eleanor Cirque BOT 20-Aug-21 03:16 AM

Eleanor raised a brow as Theodore seemed almost... shocked at her ability to use magic. Magic like this was relatively basic, how could he not know it? Eleanor shrugged her shoulders a bit, unsure how to really ask what she wanted to. 'Who are you? What are you?' She gave him a small smile and began to walk down the path that lead back to the village. "So, Mr. Grayson, what village are you from?" She asked, turning her head to look at him. His outfit was unusual, and something she had never seen. Even the more foreign outfits from travelers passing by didn't look like this. Eleanor could feel a pit forming in her stomach. Who was this man?

Theodore Grayson BOT 20-Aug-21 04:11 AM

Theodore awkwardly chuckled a bit at her question "Village? Oh, uhh...I'm from....uhh...Mem-Memphis.....ville? It's not from around here so you most likely haven't heard of it!" He said, rubbing the back of his neck. What was he supposed to say? Hi, my name is Theodore and I'm from the year 1989? Yeah, highly unlikely that sentence would go over very well. Keeping this information hidden for the time being was his best bet. He looked over at her, immediately sensing that investigator look on her face. Theodore could tell she was not exactly believing all of his lies. "W-What about you? What village are you from?"

Eleanor Cirque BOT 20-Aug-21 04:38 AM

Eleanor felt the suspicion rising in her chest the more the man spoke. He claimed he was from 'Memphisville', and she knew for a fact that there was no such place near here. Perhaps he was right and she just didn't hear about it, but, the whole situation felt unusual and she wasn't sure how to feel. "I'm from Leyru. The village we are going to." She said, staring at him. He was exhibiting all of the signs of being nervous, or deceitful. Eleanor suddenly turned and grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt. She raised her right hand, flames burning from her palm. "Tell me who you really are. Right now. Or else that pretty face of yours will be charcoal." She glared, ready to strike if need be.

Theodore Grayson BOT 20-Aug-21 06:25 AM

An immediate yelp came out of the man as his collar was grabbed. The flames made him scream a bit, fear suddenly dancing in his eyes. "How did.....What is going on?!" He hastily asked, panic suddenly taking over. "Please don't hurt me! I don't know how you did that, but I'll talk! Please! Just, make the fire go away!" He began huffing at the flames in her hand, blowing at it in an attempt to make it go away, but to no avail. He simply kept making the flames flicker and dance. After a few moments, his cheeks heated up a bit and he looked down at his feet. "Y-You....think my face is pretty?"

Eleanor Cirque BOT 20-Aug-21 07:14 AM

Eleanor's face twisted into one of confusion and... surprise. Why wasn't he fighting back?! She was clearly going to attack him! And he had no intention to defend himself? The man's face heated up and he told her that he'd talk if she made the flames vanish. Hesitantly, Eleanor lowered her hand, the flames dying down until they no longer burned. Her hand was as delicate as before. She still had a tight hold on his collar, but she simply looked at him. "They're gone. Now talk." She said firmly, her eyes hardening. "If you try to trick me, it will be the last thing you do, Mr. Grayson." She wasn't even sure that his name was even Theodore!

Theodore Grayson BOT 20-Aug-21 08:17 AM

He put his hands up above his head to show that he was no threat. "I-I won't lie....My name is Theodore, that much is true. But as I mentioned before I'm not from here." He glanced at her hands, worrying for the worst: The sudden combustion would engulf him in flames. He swallowed his nervousness and continued. "I come from the very distant future. The machine I arrived in is my time machine. With it, I was able to travel back to your time. I promise, that is the whole truth. Now, please don't like....make me explode in flames or something." He turned his head to the side and closed his eyes tightly, hoping that she would believe him. "And if you really don't believe me....look at my notebook. It's filled with notes from all the different time periods, from before your time to after." He gestured towards suit jacket, keeping his eyes closed.

Eleanor Cirque BOT 20-Aug-21 10:14 AM

Eleanor listened intently as he explained that he wasn't from here, but, that went further to say that he wasn't even from this time. He was from the future. He had arrived in a machine, a time machine. Silence filled the air between the two. Birds sang in the distance, and Eleanor stared at Theodore, her eyes hard as she internally debated if she believed the words he spoke or not. Slowly, Eleanor stuck her hand out. "Give me the notebook." She said softly, her eyes moving to his suit jacket and then back up to his own. "I want to see it." She would need proof of his words, and if he claimed a notebook could provide that proof, then fine. But she had to see it.

Theodore Grayson BOT 20-Aug-21 10:52 AM

"Okay. I'm gonna reach for it now.." He muttered softly, slowly lowering his hands down and grabbing the notebook from the pocket. He gently pulled out the leather-bound bundle of papers and placed it into her hands. "It's all there. All the generally large portions of history from long ago to 1989."

Eleanor Cirque BOT 20-Aug-21 03:02 PM

Eleanor took the notebook from Theodores hand. She carefully opened the book, unsure of what she was going to find. Her eyes moved over each page that described different events from 1989 and prior, and Eleanor’s eyes widened. So…so much had happened. So much horror, and terror, but so many advancements and achievements. And yet, there was no mention of magic the closer she got to 1989. “Magic…doesn’t exist in your world?” She asked softly, looking up at Theodore. Her eyes were wide, but also full of worry. “What… what happened to magic? This must be a lie.” She pushed the book back into his hands as if the book had burned her. “This is a trick! I don’t know what you’re trying to pull but it won’t work!” She said firmly.

Theodore Grayson BOT 21-Aug-21 03:31 AM

He took the book back and shook his head, gently tucking the notebook back into his pocket. “I’m afraid not. There are no tricks here. As for Magic, it’s nothing more than part of a child’s bedtime story. I’m not sure what happened, but it died off eventually. Hell, I didn’t even know Magic was real. The point is, I’m not lying when I tell you these things. If I can fix my machine, I can show you the truth, but for now you’ll just have to take my word for it.” He spoke softly, eyes cracking open as he explained and occasionally glanced over at her to catch some kind of idea of what was going on in her head through her facial expressions. “I just want to fix my machine and go back to my time, Lady Cirque….Please.”

Eleanor Cirque BOT 23-Aug-21 04:22 AM

Eleanor felt a pit form in her stomach as Theodore explained that... magic just suddenly died out in his time. No more than a children's bedtime story. Eleanor was lost in thought, worry, and fear. "W-What? Oh, yes, yes of course. Perhaps our repair shop has something you could use to fix your machine. If not... three days would be all you need to get to the city and the black smith." She looked at Theodore with a somewhat pitiful expression. "Come... Let us head to the village. We can probably make some headway there, and we can figure out what to do next." She said softly. Eleanor began to walk down the pathway once more. Her demeanor had gone from the fiery and fierce woman in the meadow, to a worried woman with the world on her shoulders...

Theodore Grayson BOT 23-Aug-21 11:05 AM

Theodore couldn’t help but notice the sudden shift in demeanor, eyes studying her to try and understand what she was thinking without drawing too much attention to him. He kept his distance, however, allowing the witch to have her own space. As they began to walk, Theodore couldn’t help but finally look around and take in his surroundings. The colors of the flowers, the trees, even the small fungi seemed off, almost otherworldly to him. Their colors seemed off and the way they blossomed and danced in the cool wind made him believe he truly was in some kind of alternative universe rather than back in time a few hundred years. Unfortunately, the most overwhelming presence over him was the silence that suddenly filled the air between the two. “Is…everything alright?” He asked after being unable to withstand the silence after a bit of walking. “You seem a bit perturbed by everything. I know it’s a lot to take in, but it is the unfortunate truth…”

Eleanor Cirque BOT 24-Aug-21 08:52 AM

Eleanor sighed as the man asked if everything was 'alright'. How could she answer? She had just discovered that her entire world would be gone, and she wasn't even sure when. How long did she have left? Was it years? Decades? Months? Days?! She had no idea, and the very thought of that killed her. "I...I don't really know." Eleanor said softly. "Magic is all I have ever known. To discover that one day it just... no longer exists is... hard to swallow. And not knowing when exactly it happens hurts even more." She said, biting her lip. "A-Are you sure you do not know when it happens? Or perhaps even an era?" She turned and looked at him, her eyes pleading with him for an answer.

Theodore Grayson BOT 24-Aug-21 09:14 AM

Letting out a soft sigh, the scientist shook his head. "I'm sorry. I don't know. In today's world, there is no record of magic or anything close to it. As far as we know, this time is made up of things like Knights, Tournaments, Chivalry, and the like. I wish I knew more, myself being a man of science and not whatever it is that grants you abilities, but I am just as lost as you." His words seemed more like an apology than simply stating the facts. Theodore did not like the sudden shift in demeanor, as he himself wasn't exactly the best and brightest at helping others around him. Being a man of science, he was more focused on his work and his research than his fellow man. Still, now momentarily trapped in a new time, he seemed pretty willing to go against that ideology and figure out what he could do. Whether it be out of kindness or simply to make things easier so he could get home faster remained to be seen though. Raising his head finally, Theodore could begin to make out some structures ahead through the tall grass and shrubbery. Through the greenery, a small village was beginning to draw closer, buildings scattered about. He expected the homes to be made up of straw and mud, but to his surprise, bricks stacked upon one another to make these structures, having even wooden doors and panes of glass shimmering against the October sun. "Huh...Seems as though magic has made you folks more advanced that we in my time thought you were..." He muttered, taking a hesitant and wary glance at Eleanor's hands.

Eleanor Cirque BOT 25-Aug-21 03:25 AM

Eleanor saw his surprise at the village, and she chuckled softly. "Yes. Just because we use magic, does not mean we are primitives at what we do. Come, I'll bring you to the repair shop first." She guided Theodore to the village and along the pathways that winded through the village. The sounds and smells of people going about their daily lives filled the air. Breads and meats cooking from nearby restaurants and taverns. Shops featuring herbs, magical items, and magical attire lined the streets. As they approached a large brick building, a loud boom sounded from inside. Eleanor did not jump or react. She merely laughed softly. "Sounds like Cornelius is at it again." She pushed the wooden door of the shop open. "Cornelius! I brought you a customer!" "A what?!" "A customer!" Eleanor laughed. "He's a bit deaf." Stepping inside the shop, there were tools and soot and materials everywhere. To say the shop was disorganized was an understatement, but, there were several weapons, armor pieces, and trinkets lining the walls with prices listed below. "Cornelius is our repair man and can fix almost anything." She gently patted Theodore's arm and pushed him towards an old man wearing a welder's helmet. "Well, hello there!" The man, no taller than four feet, toddled over and grabbed Theodore's hand with one large grubby hand. He pushed the welding cap up to reveal that he had no eyes. None. Just two blank sockets. "What can I do for ya?" He grinned, three teeth in his mouth.

Theodore Grayson BOT 26-Aug-21 01:38 AM

The village definitely pulled Theodore’s attention everywhere. His eyes danced between all the storefronts and people going about their business, his ears listening to the laughs and talks between villagers, his nose picking up scents from bakers and taverns. No matter what direction he faced, he was looking at something new and something he wanted to get his hands on and look at more. Unfortunately, he didn’t have that luxury as a muffled boom brought him back to reality. “Did you just say again? This Cornelius fellow makes bombs or something?” He asked as Eleanor entered the shop. Theodore was hesitant to enter, fingers tapping the side of his leg anxiously. As he looked around once more, he began to see the few people taking notice of him. Reluctantly, he decided that hiding in the shop would help the most. Shutting the door behind him, the gust of wind it caused kicked up dust and soot, making the man cough a bit as he tried to catch up to his guide. Without knowing it, someone grabbed his hand and pulled him down a bit. Much to his surprise, Theodore came face to face with an eyeless, almost toothless dwarf-like man. His immediate response? Yelp in surprise. He covered his mouth with his other hand and was just looking over this man as he wouldn’t let go of his hand just yet. He turned and looked to Eleanor for help, a look of bewilderment on his expression.

Eleanor Cirque BOT 27-Aug-21 03:55 AM

Eleanor burst out laughing as Theodore yelped in surprise. The dwarf didn't seem to notice but kept shaking Theodore's hand. Eleanor walked over and gently took Cornelius's hand off of Theodore's. "Cornelius. This is Theodore. He is a customer. He needs help fixing... something of his. Can you help him?" She asked gently. Cornelius scratched his balding head, nodding. "Eh, sure. What do you need fixed, my boy?" He asked, tilting his head as he 'gazed' at Theodore. Eleanor gently touched Theodore's back and pushed him forward. "Go on."

Theodore Grayson BOT 27-Aug-21 04:41 AM

Theodore was a bit hesitant to talk, slowly raising his free hand to wave it in front of the dwarf’s barren eyes. “Uhhh….r-right.” He began, clearing his throat and pulling his hand away from Cornelius’ rough hands. “I have a…how do I put this…a mechanical contraption in the woods nearby but it broke down and I need it fixed to…” he glanced over at Eleanor for a moment and returned to his conversation “…to continue on my journey. Would someone like you be able to fix it? It’s parts are foreign, and a bit different than what you may have here.”

Eleanor Cirque BOT 30-Aug-21 03:59 AM

Cornelius hummed softly as he rubbed his chin, listening to the man. A mechanical contraption? "Is it made of metal, wood, or stone?" He asked, tilting his head. Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed a large tool belt from the bench before he began to head for the door. "Well, come on then! I don't have all day!" He yelled, bumping into several pieces of furniture as he went to the door. Eleanor chuckled softly. "He probably won't fix your machine, but he can at least give you some guidance on how to fix it." She said, beckoning him to follow her.

Theodore Grayson BOT 30-Aug-21 05:41 AM

Theodore went ahead with the dwarf, following the signal from Eleanor. In front of the witch now, he going back and forth between him and the dwarf. In full sunlight and staying relatively still, more of the scientists features have been revealed. His brown hair was slightly curly, strands of black and blonde dancing on his head and on small patches on his chin in the sun. His palms were a shade darker than his skin, proving he worked with his hands much more than he should have. In the small patches of skin that did expose itself from his forearms and wrists as his long sleeved jacket shifted while he chatted with Cornelius, faded writing dabbled his skin. Some equations here, smaller handwriting there. To people in this era, he might seem crazy, but in his time it seemed more normal to be in the heat of discovery and frantically write things down wherever you can. Occasionally, he’d look back and make sure Eleanor was still behind him, offering her a small smile here and there then returned to explaining his machine to Cornelius. “…so it’s more of an alloy then metal, but still just as strong.” He stated, finishing the conversation when they arrived back into the clearing and near his machine. “It’s here, in front of you.” Theodore remarked and hesitantly grabbed the Dwarf’s hand, placing it on the side of his machine then taking a step back.

Eleanor Cirque BOT 30-Aug-21 09:35 AM

As they approached the machine, Cornelius pulled his hand off the machine and promptly gave it a firm WHACK with his cane. The machine rattled, but stopped. Cornelius hummed quizzically, his eyes furrowing as he looked towards the machine. He rubbed the sides again, feeling the unfamiliar textures of the metal and alloys. The nuts and bolts and nails. Everything that was unfamiliar to him. "Hmmm. Definitely broken. It seems the inner contents are causing the metal to buckle and collapse. What did you do to this thing?" He asked, shaking his head. "Can you fix it?" Eleanor asked softly, her head tilting slightly. Cornelius chuckled, shrugging. "Let's see." He took a step back and hummed softly, lifting his hands. As he did, he shut his eyes. The machine began to rumble and shake as the metal began to click and snap back into the places it had been before. Soon, within a few minutes, the machine looked as good as new. However, none of the lights turned on, and nothing made a sound. "It's shell is fixed, but there is a missing piece. Probably something that powers it. This is as much as I can help with..." Cornelius said, opening his blank eyes once more, sighing.

Theodore Grayson BOT 01-Sep-21 07:15 AM

Theodore watched in awe as the dwarf placed his hand against the bent metal, watching what looked like time flowing in reverse as his machine warped back into its natural shape. He just sat there, a dumbfounded expression on his face. Once the dwarf began speaking, he slowly returned back to reality, closing his jaw and blinking rapidly to regain himself. “R-Right. Power supply….” He muttered, furrowing his brow as his mind began to ponder. The machine itself ran on a small strip of radioactive material which was surely sapped dry by this trip. He would have to get another source of extreme power just to get his time machine up and running once more. Where exactly would he get something that could give off enough power to give life to a futuristic machine? For now, he’ll ponder it himself “I’ll see what I can find. For now, how can I thank you Dwarf?”

Eleanor Cirque BOT 02-Sep-21 06:28 AM

"The name is Cornelius, not Dwarf." Cornelius barked, furrowing his brow at Theodore. Eleanor laughed softly. "He is not from here, Cornelius. Forgive his arrogance." Cornelius 'harumphed', but let it slide. "Just refer anyone ya meet to me for repairs. Hopefully you can find whatever powers this hunk of....stuff." He mumbled, looking back towards the machine before he headed back to the village. Eleanor looked at the machine that was now fixed and presentable. "So....What now?"

Theodore Grayson BOT 14-Sep-21 06:12 PM

Theodore sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, mindlessly studying the machine with pursed lips and a furrowed expression. "In all honesty? I'm not sure...It obviously needs a few internal repairs and a power supply strong enough to power it, but I have no idea where I'm going to get something like that in a time period like this...At least for now, I can wait and just figure out my next plan. I think I'll stay with my machine for now. I don't want to attract anymore attention than I already have inside the village. A small appearance is easy to dismiss, but a man with clothes not belonging to this time would certainly grab some unwanted attention." He slowly stood up and put his hands on his hips, shaking his head and letting out a defeated sigh before turning his gaze to Eleanor. "What about you? What are you going to do now? I don't exactly want to burden you with any more problems unrelated to this day and age."

Eleanor Cirque BOT 15-Sep-21 04:00 PM

Eleanor tapped her chin lightly, thinking of what her next steps would be. "Well, I don't really have anything going on. Mind if I stay and help you with your machine? It could be a lot of fun!" She grinned. "If you prefer though... my home isn't far from here. It's away from the village as well... so you wouldn't be spotted by them." She looked him over. "You may also want to eat soon. It'll be late."