Time passes much more quickly in Rohandor and many long and happy years have gone by since the characters retired to enjoy their respective 'happily ever afters,' their greatest foes were imprisoned in the Forever Stone, bound in an eternal sleep. Until Now.
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Post by Jim Hawkins on Nov 20, 2017 22:56:07 GMT -5
Participating Characters:Owen Burnett/Puck , Jim Hawkins Forum Location: New York Town Time of Day: Mid-day Weather: sunny Thread Location: Streets Premise: Jim explores NYC with Morph
Jim had seen amazing things during his space travels. Rohandor shouldn’t have been so strange to him, but he couldn’t shake the feeling. Maybe it was the magic. Maybe it was because some places seemed to come right out of a history book. Or a story book. Or both.
Still, Jim felt at home almost instantly when he stepped off the bus in New York Town. Sure, there were no (obvious) aliens, but it had the same hustle as the Space Port he’d called home while at the Academy. Everyone had someplace to be and they didn’t have time for anyone else’s nonsense. It was a place Jim could blend in.
Leaning back, Jim took in the huge buildings around him. It was impressive, all things considered. He gave a low whistle and Morph, who was peeking out of Jim’s pack, mimicked the sound. Jim automatically glanced around to see if the passing humans heard, but no one even looked his way.
He turned his head and spoke low over his shoulder. “Sshh. I told you… you gotta lay low. You freak people out.”
“Freak people out.” Morph whispered enthusiastically.
Jim pulled the strap of his pack higher up on his shoulder and started to walk. He wasn’t looking for anything in particular. He’d walk around, see what there was to see, and move on, just like he had at the other towns on the Isle of the Statue. He came to a street and noticed that a number of people were stopped on the corner. Arching a brow, Jim realized they were waiting for a sign to change so they could cross.
On the other corner a man was loudly shouting about something called a “hot dog.” Jim was too busy studying the cars that drove by to notice, but Morph heard him and, more importantly, smelled the food in his little cart. The pink blob gave a happy garbled squeal and zipped out of the pack— zooming right out in front of oncoming traffic.
Jim saw the blob and made a mad grab for him. “Morph! No—!!” Jim ran, heedless of the cars, and snatched Morph out of the air just as a long black vehicle came to a screeching halt at the crosswalk.
Jim had Morph cradled against his chest, his back to the car, his eyes squeezed tight. Slowly, he opened his eyes and turned his head just enough to see that the grill of the vehicle had stopped with only a few inches to spare.
Last Edit: Nov 20, 2017 22:58:14 GMT -5 by Jim Hawkins
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Nov 20, 2017 23:30:32 GMT -5
Well, that had been a fairly successful meeting, Owen had thought to himself as he exited the Chrysler Building. Another day, another contract for Xanatos Enterprises to further prove itself a completely invaluable resource for New York City and Rohandor at large.
The limo sat in front on the curb, Owen clicking the doors open with a key and getting into the driver's seat. Honestly, he could have taken a humbler car since it was just himself rather than Mr. Xanatos, but limousines left impressions and communicated status, all very important in his line of work.
He moved out of the curb and began driving. It was fairly typical mid-day traffic for Manhattan, so it was, naturally, quite awful. Drivers weaved in and out of traffic with little warning or regard for others, things slowed to crawls, and most pedestrians seemed to have little care for following proper traffic procedures.
Speaking of which.
He slammed on the brakes hard as a young boy ran out in the middle of the street, stopping only inches away from hitting him. Turning the vehicle off, Owen stepped out of the car to examine the youth. He was dressed in various darker leathers, hair messy and with a ponytail in the back, cradling something in his arms in front of the grille.
Post by Jim Hawkins on Nov 23, 2017 11:56:46 GMT -5
Jim released the breath he’d been holding and shot a glare at Morph, who gave him a nervous, somewhat apologetic chirrup.
Are you alright?
Morph flew into Jim’s collar and down into his shirt to hide while Jim quickly stood to his full height, looking every bit like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. His dark eyes darted from Owen to the car and back again. Then Jim spread his hands innocently and shrugged. “Thought I saw a dog in the roAHD!” Jim flinched visibly, biting out the end of his words with a surprised yelp. Morph was squirming around in his shirt, giggling. Jim punched at his own chest and sides, trying to get the blob to be still, a threat that Morph responded to by blowing a wet raspberry against Jim’s back.
Jim forced himself to be still, very ware of Owen’s eyes. Great. Now I look completely insane.
Fortunately, Jim was saved from having to explain himself. A few angry honks blared from behind the limo and the driver yelled a few choice words through his open window. Jim leaned to the side, saw the line of traffic, and looked again at Owen.
“Seriously. No harm done.” Jim stepped to the side, closer to the sidewalk so Owen could drive on if he chose to. Morph remained mercifully still.
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Nov 23, 2017 13:43:51 GMT -5
The boy seemed to be hiding something in his jacket, given how he was fidgeting and the strange uplift in his pronunciation of the word "road". A very slight eyebrow raise as he started punching his sides and made other strange motions.
"....I see." A slight adjustment of his glasses. "Be that as it may, I would advise not running out into the middle of the road to save potentially defenseless animals in the future. Especially around here."
Any further dialogue was, for the moment, interrupted by the honking behind them. Owen turned to see several cars behind the limo, one of which was a large truck occupied by a surly looking driver.
"Ey! Get outta the road ya bums!" the driver shouted. "We got places to be back here!"
Owen frowned slightly. "Forgive me if I'm concerned with pedestrian safety," he intoned, causing the truck driver to let out an annoyed huff.
Still, he was indeed in an awkward position here. Moving over to the rear of the vehicle, he opened one of the back doors.
"Perhaps this conversation would be better served were we to get moving," he observed. "I can drive you to your desired destination if you so wish."
Post by Jim Hawkins on Nov 24, 2017 22:40:43 GMT -5
The man arched a brow and adjusted his eyeglasses. Jim blinked at him as he spoke. Was this guy some kind of robot? Did they even have robots in this… er… kingdom?
Jim, never one to take any kind of direction from an adult with any kind of grace, set his jaw. Jim wanted to bite out some kind of smart remark, but the traffic was building up and locals were yelling. The robot-guy spoke to the yelling truck driver with the same ‘enthusiasm’ he’d used with Jim. While he was turned away, Jim hastily scooped Morph out of his shirt and stuffed him into his jacket pocket.
Robot-guy went to the door and pulled it open, offering Jim a ride. Jim raised his eyebrows. Now, had he been raised in New York Town, his mother may have warned him about getting in to cars with strangers. Jim might have had a very different reaction to this offer. However, Jim had been raised on Montressor and he was very confident in his ability to take care of himself, even if Robot-guy tried something funny.
So, as another chorus of horns sang from behind them, Jim dove into the back seat. Morph flew out of his pocket and looked around with mild interest. Fearing Owen would see the blob, Jim hastily shut the door behind them.
“Morph— Hat!”
Jim had been trying to teach Morph a few commands. “Hat” had been used with the most success, particularly when he was in class at the academy. Morph felt quite proud of himself and usually obliged when Jim asked. The blob did so now and quickly changed into a tricorn hat before dropping down to rest on Jim’s head.
Once Owen was back in the car, Jim moved so he could look through the little screen between his passenger area and the driver. “So— you know the way to the Public Library?”
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Nov 25, 2017 1:09:29 GMT -5
Nodding in satisfaction as the boy closed the door behind him (albeit rather quickly and strangely, he noted), Owen got back into the driver's seat to the sound of yet more belligerent honking and turned the ignition, moving forward to the currently red light.
Looking behind him, he heard a brief hiss of "Morph! Hat!", and he saw that the boy now had a tricorn hat on. When there had been none before.
Curious, he considered, as the boy moved within sight of the divider between the front and back seats.
"The New York Public Library is a few blocks away. Going by the current traffic patterns, we should be able to arrive there within the next half hour or so."
A pause. "Do please fasten your seatbelt. I'd hate to be responsible for any harm that comes to you should we encounter an accident, Mister...." He trailed off as he realized that he didn't know the boy's name. That left room for an introduction at least.
He drove forward as the light turned green, moving to turn on the next street over. "You're obviously unfamiliar with the city and its layout. Where do you hail from originally in Rohandor?"
Post by Jim Hawkins on Nov 25, 2017 22:20:00 GMT -5
Jim comfortably leaned his arm against the opening between Owen’s area of the limo and his own, tipping the hat with a finger so it sat farther back on his head. He watched the various controls and levers Owen used as he drove, growing more and more confident that he could drive. He wondered if it was worth getting a car of his own to travel on through the Island of the Statue.
“Great.” Jim had never put much stock into books before going to the academy, but once he actually applied himself he learned that the library could be a useful place. He had a few questions about Rohandor and this library was rumored to be the biggest one on the island. It was a long shot, but it was better than nothing.
Owen brought up the seat belts and Jim located one of the flimsy buckles. Was he joking? Jim rolled his eyes and ignored Owen’s suggestion, but he did provide a name. “You can keep the ‘Mister.’ Its just Jim.”
Owen’s next question had a few possible answers. Jim decided to go with the briefest one. “My mom runs an Inn on the Isle of the Crown. Its on one of the smaller harbors. We mostly get sailors and tourists.” Jim shrugged, letting Owen hear how boring Jim believed it to be. Owen wouldn't get any details on the Benbow. He wasn't giving the robot-guy any information that would lead back to his mother.
Jim sat with his back to Owen now, his legs stretched out. “… So… where are your 12 friends who usually ride back here?” He started messing with buttons— dimming lights, turning on the air, etc.
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Nov 26, 2017 0:20:22 GMT -5
"Jim," he repeated. A fairly typical name for a young man like him. "A pleasure. Owen Burnett," he said next by way of introduction.
And his mother apparently ran an inn on the Isle of the Crown. "A fairly quiet life, then, I suppose."
He'd suspected and this seemed to confirm that Jim was a boy used to simple living, not things like large cities with traffic and buildings. Although whoever this "Morph" was seemed to indicate that Jim was not entirely unfamiliar with the strangeness of Rohandor at large.
He let the various fiddlings with air conditioning and lights pass by without comment; given his unfamiliarity and youth, it was expected that he would try to keep himself occupied.
He slowed to a stop at a red light as Jim asked his question. "On most occasions when I use this limousine, I am accompanied by my employer, Mr. Xanatos, as well as any other guests that he elects to bring with him."
A pause. "I don't often make a habit of picking up strays who run out in the middle of the street." And a very slight edge of amusement made its way into his voice.
The light turned green. "What do you hope to find at the library? It has quite a variety of subjects available for perusal."
Post by Jim Hawkins on Nov 27, 2017 22:00:09 GMT -5
Owen slowed to a brief stop. Jim watched people cross the street in front of them. Every single one was human. Jim had never been in a place where his was the dominant species. Not by a long shot. It was weird. Like a strange dream.
“Xanatos… so it’s your job to drive him around? Wont he be mad you let me back here?” Jim moved to sit so he was facing forward, his chin resting on his folded arms as he talked with Owen. Owen referred to him as a stray and Jim smirked. Yeah, that was probably a fair assessment. “Yeah well… I don’t make a habit of almost getting run over. Usually.”
Owen began to drive again. Jim was about to ask a question about what the lever by the steering wheel did when Owen asked about the Library. Jim couldn’t think of a reason not to tell him (and anyway, wouldn’t he be telling a librarian in the near future?).
“I’m looking for a few books on astronomy. I mean… did all the different islands of Rohandor have the same stars before they got all mashed together? I wand to compare notes. See what changed.”
Jim watched out the windshield as the city passed by.
“… and I’m looking for a planet called Montressor. It probably has a different name here…” Jim trailed off, trying not to think about how small his chances were. Still, he had to try.
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Nov 29, 2017 0:28:19 GMT -5
A barely perceptible shrug. "I do whatever Mr. Xanatos requires of me. Often, that includes driving. Today was an exception. And he hardly objects to good Samaritan work taken on my own initiative."
Honestly, he was still surprised that he'd done so himself. Usually, he would have left well enough alone after making sure someone was alright. But something had intrigued him about the boy, and thus far he was proving to quite be an interesting companion as it was.
He smirked slightly at the comment regarding not being run over as he stopped at another red light. "I would hope not."
He listened as Jim talked about wanting to study star charts and potentially compare them to what Rohandor was like before the merging. "They certainly have a comprehensive astronomy section, but I would imagine much of the subject matter pertains to our little section of reality. I can't say the same for many of the other worlds that have merged into Rohandor."
He raised an eyebrow at the mention of Montressor. That name sounded incredibly familiar, but he couldn't place it....wait.
After Mr. Xanatos had mentioned his trip to the Floating Isle, Owen had done some research about possibly traveling there himself. And he did seem to recall a mention of such a place. "It wouldn't happen to be a port city, would it?"
Post by Jim Hawkins on Dec 12, 2017 20:34:31 GMT -5
Jim rubbed absently at his chin, listening as Owen gave his guess on what Jim might find at the library. Jim was inclined to agree with him, especially given what he had seen of the night sky with his own two eyes. He was really starting to wonder if this hadn’t been a huge waste of time.
Owen grew silent again. They were both deep in their own thoughts, it seemed.
It wouldn’t happen to be a port city, would it?
Jim cut a glance at Owen, arching a skeptical brow. “… why would you say that?” Didn’t most people on this island believe this planet was the only planet with any intelligent life? Jim frowned now, suspicious. Maybe the robot-guy knew more than he was letting on. Montressor was a planet… the space port was a crescent-shaped space station that rotated it. That space port was out in space now, if you knew where to look. It was the planet beneath it that had changed.
While Jim and Owen spoke, Morph stayed the shape of a hat. However, he was growing quite bored. Two round eyeballs opened on the back of the hat and looked around the interior of the limo. That was also boring. The eyes closed and reopened on the front of the hat, looking out the windshield. As the limo came to a stop, Morph spotted another food vendor and gave a pitiful little whine.
Jim quickly grabbed the hat off his head and pulled it out of sight, coughing loudly. “Sorry. Got something in my throat…” He shot a glare at Morph, who reverted back to his pink blobby self at Jim’s side, presumably out of Owen’s view.
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Jan 3, 2018 20:17:27 GMT -5
Owen shrugged off the suspicion in Jim's voice. "From what I understand given Mr. Xanatos' travels around Rohandor, as well as my own research, Montressor has found itself as part of a floating isle that also contains such places as San Fransokyo. It's a haven for space travelers and, as I recall, pirates." He glanced at Jim in the rear-view mirror. "I presume that you are not exactly a pirate yourself, though."
He seemed to be a rather poor liar, in fact. He gave out a slightly weary sigh as Jim attempted to pass off whatever creature he'd smuggled in with him as something in his throat.
Pulling up to another red light, he turned his head slightly. "Jim, I tend to recognize when I'm being lied to," he said, still neutral but....compassionate to a degree. "And whatever pet you've managed to bring in here is failing to hide their presence rather spectacularly." Now he sounded almost amused. "I can assure you that I'm quite used to dealing with rowdy animals, even while driving. Whatever you've hidden does not hold the capability of meaningfully distracting me."
Whatever it was had to be small and, no matter the nature, his statement was correct.
Post by Jim Hawkins on Jan 3, 2018 21:25:19 GMT -5
Owen explained briefly about how Montressor had become part of a floating isle. Listening, Jim glared at nothing, his jaw set. Owen didnt understand. It wasn’t just Montressor. It was everything he had known. Magic had smashed everything to pieces and stitched it back together into a few stupid islands ruled by princesses. … and for some reason everyone seemed to be OK with this.
Everyone except for Jim.
Jim’s eyes darted up at the word ‘pirate.’ He caught Owen’s stare in the rear-view mirror and turned away, brow furrowed. He didnt say a word. Let Owen think whatever he wanted about who Jim was now. The boy was closing up faster than a Niruvian Space Clam. He sat stiffly now, his teeth clenched tight.
The car pulled to another stop and Jim glanced at the door, seriously considering making a run for it.
Jim, I tend to recognize when I’m being lied to…
Jim closed his eyes. He hated when adults spoke to him like that. However, at the mention of a pet Jim let his head tilt back and rolled his eyes upwards before glaring down at Morph. The blob looked up at him with untroubled adoration, his blobby tail wagging.
Jim arched a brow and rubbed at his jaw. “… I don’t know. Morph can be… pretty distracting.” Jim grumbled this with another pointed glare at the blob, who kept looking up at him happily. The pink blob was floating just above the seat beside Jim, quite out of Owen’s line of sight. After a moment, Jim’s shoulders sagged. Why not?
Scooping up the blob, Jim pushed him through the window and gave him a little nudge. Morph floated up, making curious burbling noises as it studied himself in the rearview mirror.
Post by Owen Burnett/Puck on Jan 4, 2018 14:21:06 GMT -5
Owen practically felt Jim start to close up despite sitting in the front seat. Evidently he'd perhaps overstepped some conversational bounds or misjudged a certain aspect of them. He knew he could be a rather blunt conversationalist as it was, and that teenagers didn't always respond to that well.
"If I touched a nerve, I apologize," he said, making another turn. "Whether you are a pirate or not is ultimately of no consequence to me. And Montressor is, given that it seems important to you, fairly intact despite its new residence."
He wondered idly if that would help or if Jim would simply close up more.
For now, though, he was meeting his pet. A pink....blob with eyeballs floated into view of the mirror. It gurgled and seemed quite pleased with itself. Jim introduced it as "Morph" and the creature repeated his introduction word for word in a high-pitched imitation of Jim's own voice.
An eyebrow raise. "Fascinating. I assume the name is some sort of hint as to its capabilities? Where did you....acquire such a thing?"
There were a number of possibilities, of course, but the most likely was that, if Jim originally hailed from Montressor, he had traveled in space before. All sorts of creatures existed out there.
Post by Jim Hawkins on Jan 4, 2018 21:09:30 GMT -5
Owen apologized and Jim bit the inside of his cheek, stubbornly refusing to say anything more. Yes, the Space Port of Montressor was intact… but the planet itself, where the Benbow had been and where he’d grown up learning to make and then ride a solar surfer… well, that was all wrong now. All these other kingdoms had crammed into it. Or maybe he was on a completely different planet all together. He didnt know… which was why he needed the star charts.
Jim wasn’t going to say any more about his home, but he would clear up one thing. “I’m not a pirate.” Jim crossed his arms, resting them on the edge of the window while he faced ahead and spoke to Owen. Then, Jim’s expression softened somewhat. Maybe he was being too hard on Owen. He was probably a robot, after all. He gave a lopsided smile and hitched a shoulder. “But I almost was. So, you’re not too far off.”
Jim wasn’t the greatest at conversations… but having Morph around helped that a little. When he couldn’t think of anything else to say, there was always Morph to fill up the space. It helped now. The little blob was an expert at keeping things from getting too awkward, just by being around.
Morph floated closer to Owen’s face. “Fascinating!” The pink blob twisted himself into a perfect imitation of Owen, standing roughly five inches tall as it floated above the gear shift. The tiny Owen adjusted a tiny pair of glasses.
Jim huffed a sigh, blowing his bangs out of his eyes. “He’s a show off.” Jim held out a finger and Tiny Owen moved to perch on it before giving a happy giggle that was a little unsettling coming form the stern face it wore. “Morph can change into just about anything. I got him from an old one-eyed pirate.” Jim sounded somewhat wistful. He turned his hand over and Morph reverted back to his usual blobby shape.
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Tony Dracon: Responded to your PM, Kat/Ratigan, incidentally.
Jun 27, 2018 20:25:02 GMT -5
David Xanatos: Kat's back. Hope the vacation was fun.
Jul 21, 2018 21:00:05 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: 'Twas a good trip! I'm sad it's over, but at the same time I'm glad to be back home so I can finish up my cosplays for a con next month and hang out with my cats
Jul 26, 2018 12:34:56 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Hope the cosplay goes well. I'm putting away a little extra for a con in a few weeks. and yay cats, they're always good company. Except for that one who slaps me unprovoked XD. So what cosplays do you have in mind unless they're secret?
Jul 26, 2018 17:07:41 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: I'm cosplaying Pearl from Steven Universe and Joseph Joestar from JoJo's Bizarre Adventure!
Jul 26, 2018 23:16:41 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: I'm almost done both of them, I just have to finish styling Pearl's wig and fix up Joseph's gloves and wristbands
Jul 26, 2018 23:17:31 GMT -5
Basil of Baker Street: Awesome. Had to look up Jojo because I'm not hip with the modern pop culture but I hope they turn out well.
Jul 30, 2018 15:33:15 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: I only just started watching the anime last year and I haven't even touched the manga, so I'm barely hip with it lol. fortunately I have my cosplay buddy guiding me through the whole experience
Jul 30, 2018 22:29:38 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: also I finally finished the gloves! They were more of a pain to work with than I expected, but they'll hold together... I hope...
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Basil of Baker Street: Niceness. Hoping they hold also. Got the Dublin comic con next Saturday here. Hoping to meet Karl Urban.
Aug 1, 2018 19:05:32 GMT -5
Professor Ratigan: Cool! I think he's coming to my city in the fall, if I remember correctly. Hope you enjoy the con, Daryl!
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Basil of Baker Street: I spoke too soon. Karl Urban had to cancel for schedule conflicts. They got Nick Frost though, I'm gonna ask him if he'll sign my Hot Fuzz.
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Professor Ratigan: Dang! Nick Frost is great though, I love his character in Into the Badlands
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Basil of Baker Street: Enjoy your weekend Kat, hope the costumes came out as you wanted.
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Basil of Baker Street: Met Nick Frost and Michael Dorn at the weekend. Both very nice blokes.
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