Julius Knight's Story

A young man hummed to himself as he walked down the street on the other side of the block from where the female appeared in a flash of light. In his hands he held a small bag he'd stolen from someone. He was searching through it, looking for money, which he found without too much of a problem. Pocketing the money, he continued to look through it.

The credit cards and ID he left alone; he wanted money, but he wanted to physically hold it in his hands and didn't want to be a thief of someone's identity; he had boundaries that he thankfully never had to cross. For instance, he wouldn't ever kill someone; intimidate, yes, but never kill. He would also never let himself get caught shifting into another form that he had; a feline form of great importance and use to him: That of a Black Panther.

After a while, he grew bored of searching through the small bag, and tossed it to the side with a small feline hiss of displeasure. "Five bucks. What kind of person only has five bucks in an expensive bag like that?" he muttered, stuffing his hands in the pockets of his over coat. Suddenly he heard sirens coming towards him, and he turned his head. "Aw, shit." he muttered.

With that, he bolted down the road, and through an alley way, knocking into things and knocking them over as he ran almost clumsily through the alley. This of course made a hell of a lot of noise, as did his heavy foot steps on the cold, hard ground. He turned his head to see if anyone was following him, and to his relief, nobody was.

He turned back around to see a human female in his path merely a few feet away, his eyes widened before he accidentally slammed right into her, tackling her to the ground. During the fall, however, he managed to make sure to put his hand behind her head, so she didn't slam her head into the ground.

If at all possible, he'd attempt to get up, and continue running, however, the cop cars were audibly closer now.

"Alright girl think" Chairty said to herself. First thing she found was a news paper. The date she stared at, Well damn it all! She was moving quickly, trying to adjust to her surroundings, trying to find out where she was, But instead she only found confusion. And then...

WHAM!

Someone crashed into her, sending them both to the ground. They rolled, she felt a hand behind her head, keeping it from the pavement as she rolled. Both got back to their feet. And out of reflex alone withdrew her sidearm. The pistol hilt sprang forth a pistol of long barrel design and aimed it at him as a spear cracked against her synskin and dropped harmess to the ground.

She whipped around as the spear hit the pavement. The pistol trained on the man already running at her. Ah crap! He hit her dead on. She rolled to her back, taking him with her and kicking up hard with her feet before getting back to her feet in the same movement. She brushed her dark hair out of her face, for a second or three she had to focus her balance back to what it was at before he tackled her. "What the hell is your problem ?" She asked. With her foot she flicked at her gun, or rather where it should have been on the ground.

She stopped dead in her tracks. Crap again, her gun taken. Her eyes were on the man that threw the spear however. She opened her hands, showing she was unarmed. Her sleeves went to the palms of her hands, with thumbholes and fingerholds, like long fingerless gloves. But there was something hiding on her person. Something, unexpected.

It seemed that after he accidentally tackled the female, she pulled a gun on him, causing him to stop and turn towards her, his arms up and palms open towards her, showing that he was unarmed. Then suddenly a spear was lobbed at her, and then another man tackled her, causing her gun to fly to his feet.

Julius looked at the gun on the ground before snatching it up in his hands, pointing it at the more intimidating of the two before him: Titus. Though, he was still conflicted about the thought of shooting someone, even though they saved his life from being shot, he also threw a freaking spear at the girl! Who does that?!

For a few moments, he switched his gaze between the two in front of him. He took in a deep breath, both breathing to calm himself down and smelling the air around him. He could smell something odd about the other two people in front of him, as if they weren't entirely human, or human at all. Then again, he wasn't really human either, but still, the presence of other non-humans unnerved him slightly.

"Both of you stay where you are..." he said as firmly as he could manage, his grip on the pistol tightening. He could hear the sirens moving farther away, and it boosted his confidence. "Just remember, Julius, don't actually shoot anyone...." he thought to himself, trying to calm himself down.

What the Hell was his problem?! How could someone be so oblivious to a life amount of work being destroyed by some time traveling woman who just so happened to crash into the crystal phylactery that he just so happened to discover. Titus did not even notice the other man who picked up the woman's weapon. It was almost to comical to think about that this lady even thought that being unarmed would prove to be her only shield against a sense of morality that had long left the alchemists mind.

"The Hell is my problem?" Titus began to chuckle and clench his fists. "Just proving my own thoughts here that not only are you blind but an idiot at that." The Alchemist was about to take a step closer to the woman but his eyes fell upon the other who had her gun and with that the cards changed hands. "Do you think that is going to be very effective?" Titus asked the gun totting man only to then feel the tattoos upon his body begin to burn. He began to smile sickly as this man was something special.

No instead of continuing his vile wishes towards the woman who he had chucked a spear at Titus brought his full attention upon the man with the gun. "I wonder what makes you tick on the inside." The young man took a step now closer to the gunman just to make note of the sirens. "Maybe if I can get a good look on your insides the answer will be so much more clearly visible to the eyes as to explain why my wards burn so intensely."

With the attention off of her and onto the man holding her gun; And thhe man holding her gun's attention now on the man that threw the spear at her. She shifted slightly on her feet. Her right hand fingers swifting slightly as her left arm pressed on something. All sorts of settings shifted past in letters she could see and read. And then. [/Electrostatic shock\] was highlighted.

With Titus' attention off of her and onto the man holding her gun, she reached up, a full charge of tazer strength electronics sparking from her right hand as she touched him on the shoulder. Enough electrical power required only to go so far as to knock him out and leave him for the local police.

The next second she disappeared as the invisiblity system kicked in, allowing her to get closer to her weapon. She reappeared next to Julius. "You are holding it wrong." she said softly. before snapping out her left wrist at her pistol the man held, the holographic sight flickered into view showing a system error: [/WARNING: Gentic imprint match failure\]. In other words, only she could use the pistol without any problems. After all, she registered it in her name and biogenetic imprint. If he tried to fire, the electronic shock would first knock him out, then kill him after a minute if he retained grip on the weapon.

Julius's eyes widened as Titus turned towards him, and his grip on the gun tightened. "Stay away from me!" he growled loudly at the loudly. Then the female tazed Titus by simply touching his shoulder. His eyes widened again and he took a step back as he watched her then disappear.

For a second, his yellow eyes flashed brightly for a second, and his fear of what just happened was clearly visible. When the female reappeared next to him, his head turned as she flicked out her wrist and touched the gun, making the holographic sight flicker into view. He blinked before dropping it and then stumbling backwards he fell again, this time on his rear end, looking at the female with curious, but scared eyes.

"W-what are you?" He asked. "Who are you?" he added quickly. He didn't seem to like the situation, even if there was a beautiful female in front of him.

Stay away from him? Oh Titus loved a good chase and what many people did not realize there was little in the way that he would not do. A couple more steps and Titus had a sickening smirk that he usually had when things began to go down hill from there and it was only when he felt a sudden jolt and then nothing. The Alchemical Sorcerer landed first on his knees just with his eyes open glaring at the man with the gun just to mutter something only to then pass out. When Titus would wake he would first find the gunman and then interrogate the man later.

As her gun flew from his grasp she snatched it out of the air. Diactivating the holographic site she slid the thing to its proper space at her right hip. the gun disappeared into the holster. "I am looking for an escaped prisoner. Perhaps you can help me find him ?" She said, she held out a hand to help the young man to his feet. He was tall like herself; but he looked quite young. Quite strange. "As for who I am, I am at this moment, quite lost. What year is it ?" A rather interesting question.

And since her weapons were safely put away and she was in no way aiming to harm and only wanted information. She was acrtually quite nice at that moment. Which made sense, sort of. For the moment. "Can you also tell me where I am ?" As far as she knew, she was in the year 2087, in the prison complex somewhere. At least, she should be.

Julius blinked a few times at her extended hand before grasping it, and pulling himself up. She was tall and fair, though he was taller than she was. He couldn't help but find her beauty distracting. "Um...I might be able to find him...I guess..." he said. "It's 2014." he answered her next question.

"You're also in Wing City." he added. "My name is Julius Knight." he said, holding his hand out to shake hers.

2014.... damn. Not good! Not good at all. "I know wing city, But this is not wing city. Where is the prison ? The prison was right here, where is it now ?" Time had erased every... wait no it hadn't. The prison had not yet been built for another 20 years on that spot! Nothing made any sense. She was in trouble. Ok think woman, think.... Getting her thoughts together she then asked. "Before you ran into me, did anyone else.... aside from the Honkin' Dork on the ground there; Did anyone else pass you ? Anyone at all ? He'd be wearing a dark gray jumpsuit, with some numbers on his left shoulder and across the right side of his face." Rather then tell her name, she had yet to really trust the guy; At this point, once she knew her way around, maybe got some credits, some clothing to slip into ontop of that. After all her synskin was; somewhat revealing.

"This is Wing City." he said. "Prison? What prison?" he was probably just as confused as she was. "Anyone pass me?" he looked up in thought for a second before looking back at her. "No, nobody that I can recall." he said. Well, there was that lady that he robbed the five dollars from, but that was different.

Julius looked at his awkwardly stretched out hand and pulled it back. He then caught himself staring at her body again, and he shook his head, clearing his throat. He reached up and took off his large overcoat, and handed it to the female. "Here, this way other people, myself included, won't stare so much at your body." he said. The overcoat was huge, going down to maybe around his ankles, and with him being the same height as her, which he also found odd, it should fit her just fine until she could find some clothing.

She was tempted to answer with a line of 'if this is Wing City, then I'm the Queen of Hearts daughter' but instead she shook her head, "It can't be." 2014 was six years BEFORE the prison was even constructed. "You are sure that none passed you or saw anyone running from this area ?"

She accepted the coat, wondering for a moment of what he meant of her CPS cuit. Even though her suit was well insulated, it was still at times chilly, and rather revealing. But aside from that. It felt warm, she said nothing of him watching her a bit too closely however. Since he admitted that fact himself she chose to not mention anything merely saying "Thank you."

So Kreia Tyrone had gotten away from her when he was set to be killed. Stupid time device.

She was tempted to answer with a line of 'if this is Wing City, then I'm the Queen of Hearts daughter' but instead she shook her head, "It can't be." 2014 was six years BEFORE the prison was even constructed. "You are sure that none passed you or saw anyone running from this area ?"

She accepted the coat, wondering for a moment of what he meant of her CPS cuit. Even though her suit was well insulated, it was still at times chilly, and rather revealing. But aside from that. It felt warm, she said nothing of him watching her a bit too closely however. Since he admitted that fact himself she chose to not mention anything merely saying "Thank you."

So Kreia Tyrone had gotten away from her when he was set to be killed. Stupid time device.

Julius nodded his head when she spoke. "Yea, I didn't see anyone else running aside from myself." he said. He didn't know what was so important, he didn't even really know her, but since he was here, he might as well help her. Who knows, maybe he'll get payment if he helps her.

He smiled as she accepted the coat and put it on. "You're welcome. It looks good on you." he said. He then glanced at the man on the ground. "I'd like to get out of here before that guy wakes up." he said. "Do you need a place to stay? I've got an extra bed at my place, and the food's decent." he offered, nodding his head towards the slums behind him.

"Also...if you don't mind me asking, what are you? I know you're not completely human." he said, crossing his arms over his chest. He was one to talk; what with his inhuman yellow eyes that made it seem like he was hunting the female, and not just talking to her.

Great, none else, other then out cold honkin dork on the ground. She crouched down, extending her hands a pair of iron bands appeared in her hands, she placed them on the out cold mans wrists and activated the lock. Keeping him out as a gift to the local police force. Perfect!

She stood back up. "No thank you, I shall pass on the offer; I have something I need to do." She said on his offer of a place to sleep. She had to wonder what he meant of how the coat looked however. She had never heard anyone say anything like that to her before.

When he asked what she was she turned his way, her hazel eyes took in his own inhuman yellow ones. Yes, she knew he was not human. So she merely said, "That is for me to know, and you to find out. If you can." She was already running an intranet link to try and nail down who he was, where had she seen those eyes before ?

He nodded, but then blinked, shifting his weight to his left foot. "Well, I'm going to have to follow you around, then. I'm very attached to that coat." he said. He stared into her eyes as she stared into his. Her eyes also had that predatory sting to them, and it intrigued him.

"If you're leaving me to guess, then my guess is that you are some sort of shifter, and that you shift into some sort of cat." he said, the gaze from his eyes seemingly intensifying. He made no move towards nor away from her, not wanting to get within reach of someone who could taze another person by simply touching them.

There was one thing that he did not notice of her eyes, her enhanced cybernetic implants, which worked even when she was in her more natural form of a clouded leopard. But how he figured that out she'd figure out at some point. So instead she smiled and said "Tell you what, we find a store to get me a coat similar to this, and we'll call it even, deal ?"

Shye did not want her true being to get out, even though there were Shifters on the CPS, it was kept a closely guarded secret, none on the CPS ranks knew who was a shifter or who wasn't except for the higher ranking officers above Protector, mostly Commandes and Dispatch teams. So how this guy knew she'd never know. Unless. "Tell me one thing; do I know you from someewhere ?"

Julius smiled at the look of surprise on her face as he guessed correctly. "I knew it." he muttered. He listened to her proposition and shrugged. "Sure, I should have enough to buy you a coat of your own." he said with a small smile. With that, he gestured for her to follow him, and turned around, starting to walk down the street.

He turned his head as she asked the question. "That depends; have I stolen something from you before?" he asked. "Or have you hired me to steal something for you?" he added. "Or, perhaps, are you a long-lost family member from the future?" he joked, laughing.

She fell into step behind Julius as he lead the way out of the area towards a more populated area of town. She took in everything that she was able. Many turns and curving roads. Unlike anything she had ever seen in her life. For all she knew, this world was unlike her own time, built up over the decades, ever expanding, ever growing taller. Massive buildings towering into the clouds. But this city, was unlike that which she left.

They headed through the Gardens, she had never smelled flowers so sweet before

The walk from the slums, where the massive prison complex should have been, was a shorter one than initially thought. Rounding a corner a miraiad of scents crashed into her senses. All sorts of scents, the rain had started falling again, a drizzle, somewhat foggy, but otherwise the temperture was quite nice.

Stepping into the openness of the gardens Charity took careful note of what was there, her HUD picking up all sorts of unknown scents, sounds and colors. Mentally setting the colors to a white balance, she was able to keep her feet good enough. then she picked up a voice. Naturally curious, though still with Julius; the Protector trailed off the path and stepped into a side garden of flowers. Following the voice

Someone was,..... singing ? She turned to Julius, who was with her, asking softly, "Hear that ?" Why would someone sing while in the rain ? As far as she was concerned, rainy weather of any kind reminded her of a family loss. So why would someone be singing in the rain ? It made no sense, it helped very little that the Corporate Congress whiped the histories in 2058 from all schools. Including old movies. So she had no idea that people made a movie of it to begin with.