Safar Timura's Story

Safar had been walking along the road for quiet a while, he knew the general direction of the Reservation but wasn't that sure of where it was exactly. Eventually he stumbled upon a town, the young Avatar stopped to rest at this town. Realizing he had no money for food he sat down outside of a building with his staff snug against his chest and his robes wrapped tightly around him. Hoping that maybe he'd meet someone from the Reservation or at least someone would be kind enough to give him a helping hand.

Kalasariz flew through the sky, looking for the Reservation. He saw a strange machine suddenly appear from thin air and decided to investigate, diving towards it he landed near by and saw a girl come out. Approaching cautiously he asked, "What are you?" witnessing the machine disappear.

"What are you?" she heard someone ask. She resisted the urge to jump.
"I'm a Time Lord... Lady..." she said. Some people hadn't heard the term Time Lady, since Time Lord was the official title. (Even though she was still technically a Gallifreyan. She gets her Time Lord title at graduation. Stupid daleks ruining everything.) They must have legends about them, where ever she was. She glanced around. Blue sky, green grass, birds, the way everything was built... It looked like earth... 30th century, maybe? She wasn't sure about the exact year. "Who are you?" she demanded to know.

Generosity wasn't Isaac's thing, but any person walking with robes on and carrying a staff was bound to catch his eye. The style was way out of times, reminding him too much of the era before electricity and instant hot baths, and it almost made him want to turn tail to avoid thinking of a luxury-less lifestyle. He ran his hand through his hair and pulled at his jacket sleeves, slightly narrowed eyes following the man's movements.

He could have cursed curiosity then and there; it was winning, and he was walking towards the man. Isaac made the decision to see what in the world a seemingly-hermit was doing so near the reservation. Not that the demon had intentions of going into the facility, but Safar looked human enough (didn't they all?). "Hello," he greeted with a gentle smile. "You look lost."

Isaac's smile shifted to a surprised expression. He hadn't exactly expected a lecture on the world from a complete stranger, especially from a complete stranger, but life was fun like that; it was full of surprises. Being difficult came to mind as a brief thought. He could deny the seemingly-nice man the one thing he was asking, could have blown him off, and could have left him in 'the misfortune of not knowing exactly where he was'; or he could have been nice, done a good deed, and been on his happy way. His choice was obvious.

"Yeah, I know exactly where that is," Isaac stated confidently, thumbs hooking in to his own pants pockets. He smiled again, giving no further information, much like the demons of old. He could have been utterly retarded and asked the man before him to answer a riddle, or he could have just blocked his path. The only problems were... lack of riddles on the tip of his tongue and lack of care to keep him from his destination.