Home World?

October 24, 2016

The half-jog through the busy streets of Boston while covered with medieval weapons and garb, proved to be anything but easy. They avoided the police, various gangs, and drunken jocks when they could, but had a few close calls.

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While moving through the streets, something felt off to Jack. He couldn’t put his fangs on it, but he noticed small things. He hadn’t remembered as many video screens in the streets. The small screens played the news while he waited for a red light to change. Could we have somehow landed back on Earth, but in the future? Maybe there’s a difference in how time moves on the various worlds. But-

 

Tynilia drew him back to the present. “What sort of magick causes these squares full of people to talk? Are they real people shrunk in there or do people use necromancy to trap ghosts within?”

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She was getting a few strange looks, but then again they’d gotten such throughout the whole walk. He shifted his war hammer, which might have made Thor jealous, and grasped Tynilia’s hand when it became time to cross the street.

 

“I’m starting to understand things. The white glyph means continue and the orange hand indicates to continue would mean being crushed under the square death eaters.”

 

“Dead eaters?”

 

“You were the one that told me that your people fuel the metal boxes on the remains of dead animals.”

 

“Yeah, I guess that’s right.” He maintained his hold on her small hand. “Around here though, you’d be better off calling them cars.”

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They had to move off Commonwealth Avenue and head south to get to Phillip’s Tavern. He had just turned in the right direction when they rounded a corner and almost bumped into two thick set police officers.

 

“Hold on here, boyo. It isn’t Halloween yet.” He had a few inches taller than his partner and sported a thick mustache.

 

“Yeah,” the second said. “I’m going to need to scan you.”

 

For once Jack felt as confused as Tynilia for he had no idea what was being asked of him.

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“Come, laddie,” the second cop said. “Pull out your personal.”

 

Jack remained confused, “My personal?”

 

“What, you hawked it so you could dress up like some renaissance fair reject?” This caused them both to chuckle, but then their mood turned serious as the taller one ordered, “Alright, we tried to play nice, hands on the walls and spread em.”

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“Did he just suggest we have sex with them?” Tynilia demanded. “How foul. You are a horrid man.”

 

“And you are about to meet some horrid women after I lock you up. That’s it Bernie, cuff them.”

 

“By the scaly,” Jack started as the beefy cop grabbed him. He fought back against the man for a moment and then said, “Screw it,” and dropped him to the pavement with a single punch to the jaw.

 

“Don’t kill him, Ty.”

 

She nodded, drew her spirit dagger and smashed the man on the top of the head with the pummel. The second cop joined the first unconscious on the pavement.

 

Then something odd happened.

 

Every person within sight, stopped what they were doing and stared their way. A moment later they all began to power walk toward them.

 

“I don’t like this.”

 

“This is your world?” She asked. “Why were you in such a hurry to return? So far I can’t say I’m enjoying my stay.”

 

“I’m starting to wonder…” He drew closer to her. “How about you teleport us as far as you can that way.”

 

“I thought you said such displays would damage these people’s minds.”

 

Jack looked at the glazed over eyes of the dozens of people heading their way. “Somehow, I don’t think it’s going to matter.”

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Tynilia moved in and embraced Jack. A puff of inky smoke surrounded them for a moment and then they reappeared a few blocks to the south.

 

“We’re close to my friend’s place. Let’s just get some answers from him.”

 

Tynilia looked at a new group of pedestrians who stared their way briefly before power walking toward them. “Yes, we’ll either get some answers or have to kill him.”

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The Baron

The Baron

My World, Strange World

October 3, 2016

Tynilia’s hand found his as she looked on in awe at the buildings which towered over the pair. Even though Jack had seen many of the larger cities in the US and had lived in Boston more than a while, after his stay of such a different, low-tech world, the sight of such a bustling throng of modern people left him with a strong case of cultural shock.

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He could only imagine how Tynilia, who grew up in a small, stone-age village must be feeling.

 

Her words restated his thoughts. “Are we safe here? I’ve never seen so many people in one place. If they turn against us, we won’t stand a chance.”

 

He chuckled. “Most of the people from my world aren’t like that.” However, looking down at his tattered clothes, which barely covered his half shredded chainmail, and certainly not his oversized battle-axe, he realized there was some cause for concern.

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Tynilia didn’t fit in to well either. Her obsidian tipped spear hovered over her tight doeskin dress and most of her was adored with black feathers, charms, and various small animal bones.

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“Now that I think of it, sometimes our law and order types aren’t too keen on weapons like ours being out in public.”

 

“We can’t discard them?” she questioned as worry mixed with fear over her petite face.

 

“I think not,” he said, as he moved her through the crowds by the hand. They received quite a mix of glances passing along the busy city streets. Some folks ignored their outlandish garb completely, while others stopped and open mouth stared. Children laughed and pointed, which caused him to make a face or growl their way. Their eyes grew large, while they shrieked, and hid behind their parents.

 

Tynilia proved far less jovial and asked, “Where are you taking us, somewhere safe I hope.”

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“I hope so too. There’s the T, but with these weapons. Shit, I’m pretty sure my wallet was torn off in that battle with the Faceless God.”

 

“What’s a wallet?”

 

“Nevermind, let’s see we’re near Commonwealth Ave. You probably aren’t ready for a car ride yet.”

 

“What is a car?”

 

“See those big squares of metal almost smashing into each other, those are cars. Think of them like ah…advanced wagons where we use dead animals to power them instead of live ones.”

 

“How foul.”

 

“Says the woman who worships Tezcatlipoca the lord of the darkness, night, death and-”

 

“You may stop. Focus on keeping us from being killed.”

 

“I’m more worried about getting arrested. Are you up for a walk?”

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“How far and where too?”

 

“My friend Phillip has a bar. If anyone can help us, he can. Although when I last left here, we were in the middle of a battle with Vile Darken.” He looked around, “Although, from the looks of things, Vile must not have caused too much trouble.”

 

“So this is normal.”

 

“Yeah,” he said, “Come on let’s get going before some cops stop us and if they do we’re both heading to a Comic Con, okay?”

 

“Comic Con?”

 

“Yeah, and for once, you had better let me do all the talking.”

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Phillip