[Accepting]Timeblades[OPEN!]

[noracerberus14]

"It's a Japanese warrior." Kikyo explained. "A Samurai is like you, but Japanese." she steppe dout of the closet, nad waited for Cross.

 

[RP_Master_Jak]

"Likely some culture somewhere outside my father's lands..." Cross said, walking out of the closet.
"So where do I sleep?" He asked. He felt tired after his journey through time.

 

[noracerberus14]

"The couch." Kikyo said, pointing to it. 'Or there's a guest room down the hall and to the left." she explained.

 

[RP_Master_Jak]

"The guest room sounds good." Cross said. He headed for it, hoping he'd be able to get some sleep in this odd new place.

 

[noracerberus14]

Kikyo nodded, and sat on the couch with a sigh. She looked at the closet that had her katana, and walked back over to it once Cross was in the guest room. She took it, tied it to her back, and snuck silently to the roof through a door way next to the T.V.

 

[Zeromercyx]

Selce's mouth twisted in a grimace. "You don't have to bribe me to help a honest cause." She said as she stood up and stared at Father Time. "I will promise, to help, and the sword." She mumbled the last part, and shivered as she noticed his eyes. "Where do I begin?" She asked curiously.  

[RP_Master_Jak]

"Ahhh, it is good to see the honorable ones. They always use their time well... I'll send you to the others, in a time long in the future. But we should move this to a more, secluded location first..." Father time said, and he led the way away from Selce's home, headed for a place far out in the woods.

Cross lay back in the bed, his mind reeling. He'd been sent forward in time to fight an enemy he'd never heard of, and all he knew right now was that Kikyo was a friend and that his foe was out to destroy time. So many questions unanswered.

 

[noracerberus14]

Kikyo had a training dummy that was full of nicks, and scrapes, and was nearly falling apart. She pulled her katana out of its sheath on her back, and rushed at the dummy. She swung the sword in a arching motion, and gave it another rip in the front to add to the collection. She was trying to keep her mind off all the questions she was wondering.

 

[Zeromercyx]

Selce followed quickly. "To the future?" She asked, she looked back at the site of her home. She made herself memorize the way it looked. Selce stepped over a puddle and stayed two steps behind the older man.She noted he seemed to not have any trouble, as would most blind people, as he walked the root choked ground.  

[RP_Master_Jak]

"Here..." Father Time stopped and turned to Selce, "This will suffice." He held up the hourglass, and shook it straight down, once. A gateway appeared beneath Selce, headed to the future and taking her with it. She would land on the roof of Kikyo's apartment complex.

 

[Zeromercyx]

Selce had a feeling of weightlessness, and then her stomach was in her throat as she dropped a foot or so to a roof. She just happened to land right behind the training dummy. "Oof!" Selce called as the air left her, from the impact. "Ow, you'd think Father Time could be a bit more gentle." She laughed and stood up.  

[RP_Master_Jak]

"I heard that..." Father Time's voice could be heard in Selce's head, a hint of laughter in his voice, like he was enjoying a personal joke.
"There is one named Cross here, and the girl with the sword is called Kikyo. Tell them the First Timeblade is in Berlin, beneath the Iron Curtain. Kikyo will know what it means." He said, and he left Selce's mind, looking for others to stop the meddler.

 

[Zeromercyx]

Selce grinned, and moved out from behind the dummy. "Hello Kikyo is it?" She asked the girl with the sword that was busy with the dummy. She held up her hands to show she had no weapon. "I was sent from Father Time, he said to help you and Cross."  

[ST4RCASM]

[[I'm back^_^]]

The quiet, little cafe began to bore Michael as nothing to interest was happening. he usually sat around, commenting quietly on that which came out of the lips of other caffeinated connoisseurs. 'Idle gibberish...nothing of substance...' Michael thought in dismay. 'No havoc, no politics, nothing of interest but gibberish non-sense.' He sipped his tea which forcefully reading through the newspaper headlines, deeming, like all else in the shop, to be nonsense and irreverent. After chugging the last of the caramel coloured liquid and grains, he called for the waitress and paid for his drink. Michael left a tip before heading out of the door, newspaper tucked under his arm. That's when he saw her, walking like any normal person down the street in what would be assumed as 'regular clothing (the red and black shoes, the halter top and shorts)' though that was not what caught his attention. 'This seems to be an interesting turn of events,' he mused, as he accidentally bumped into the girl, sending them both to the ground. "Ah geeze, I'm so sorry," Michael said standing up quickly to dust off his pants and lend his hand to help the halter top girl to her feet.