Kyle Carrier's Story

The last mission had been such a fluke. She wasn't quite sure what the bossman was doing, but continuing to try and kidnap that man would not end well. Why had they even been trying? And to put innocent civilians in danger...

Iso shook her head, sitting atop one of the many rolling hills that looked out over the rest of the grazing lands. Her arms were wrapped around her knees. She had the watch on, but it was turned off. She didn't want bossman knowing where she was. She only wanted one person to know.

Clad in a loose, tiny pair of peach cloth shorts and a bright yellow shirt with wide sleeves. On her feet were beat-up sneakers. Over her shoulder, her red hair looped down in a braid. She looked nothing like the murderer she had tried to be several weeks back.

Temporal rifts weren't nearly as convenient as spatial rifts were when it came to traveling from one place to an another. Sure, it seemed instant to an outside observer, but Kyle still had to travel the same distance, regardless of how long it appeared to take. So, even with everything else around him frozen in time, the journey still agitated him. He was an impatient person, and he would have considered it far easier if Iso just set up some sort of teleporty thing for him. He didn't know exactly how they'd work it out, but they could come up with something. Maybe she should just carry him inside of a bag of infinite holding or some shit whenever she needed him.

He eventually arrived to the hill where she always went to escape. Only he knew about it; She insisted on them turning off their locators whenever they went. So, naturally, it was where she went when she wanted to be invisible from all but him. And here he was now, in front of her, but she was still frozen in time to him. He paced frequently back and forth in front of her, trying to muster up what the hell he'd say to her when things resumed, but his thoughts were all a fast jumble as always and he let out a groan and threw up his arms. "Fffffffuck it!" His outcry sounded out to Iso very slow at first, sounding distorted as if somebody were playing back a record at a low BPM. By the end of it, it would sound normal and he would be visible.

It wasn't all that showy, despite his nature, once second he wasn't there, and the next he would be, beautiful face and all. He was dressed as he normally was, in an expensive looking white jacket with a high collar worn over an equally expensive looking button up shirt. That, in turn, was worn over another white shirt, which was made apparent by the low cut of it. He raised his arms out to her and began to mock strangle her. "Mmm. You. Why!?"

Hearing the sound, Iso picked her head up, and confusion abounded. As Kyle showed up, all confusion cleared up, but she was initially very startled at his sudden appearance. She jumped back, disappearing for a moment and reappearing several yards away, but once she was who it was-

Oh, that smile couldn't have gotten bigger.

Porting again, the woman appeared right behind the blue-haired young man, arms reaching to wrap around his waist and grasp him closely to her, cheek smushed against the back of his neck. A million emotions washed between them, coming from Iso: joy that he'd come to her, conflicted back and forth's for the jobs bossman had been sending her on, and a melancholy over a very obvious lack of a social life.

The landscape of rolling green hills was a beautiful thing, and with it edged by a growing forest it was only made all the better looking. A rare sight of nature in a world so consumed by modern progression and expansion. Nothing but lush countryside, dew patted blades of grass that caused the hill to glimmer and shine, and the clear blue sky on a crisp air day.

It was these kinds of days that made John glad he was blessed with such a long life. To continue to watch the unchanging beauty of the this world’s nature. While others always dreamed up new worlds with breathtaking landscapes, and other planets had their own brand of splendor, John thought that Terra was the most beautiful.

John walked the hills wearing a plain pair of jeans, hiking boots, and a red flannel button up. A rather good sized camera hung over his neck, a backpack, a sword clipped to his waist, and a camera stand held tight in his hand.

Up one of the hills he walked and nodded his head and took in a deep breath. He gave his trimmed beard a rub and put his camera stand in place. He took the camera he brought with him and hooked it up. And lastly he removed his backpack and began messing with the camera lens.

Taking pictures of the land around him, the shy, the edge of the forest, and even zooming in on some grass to get a good look of dew. He then noticed the two others out on another hilltop. A girl hugging the boy from behind.

“Oh, that’s a good scene.” he said. John aimed his camera and zoomed in on the two and took the picture. “That’s nice.” he said softly.

Kyle was frustrated, to say the least. He wasn't exactly a patient person, but it wasn't entirely his fault that his prolonged exposure to altered streams of time had made those few moments of normal perceived time that he experienced seem to go by soooo slooooow. Then again, Iso was late as always, never on time when it was integral to his convenience. He still loved her, though, of course he didn't. How couldn't he have? She had been his best friend and partner in crime-fighting (and sometimes just flat out crime. Sometimes) for the past several years. She was also his first kiss, but that was an overall awkward exchange between the both of them when they were still in early stages of pubescence.

His face flushed at just the recollection of it, and for a moment, time seemed to flow at a normal pace for him as the warmth spread across his cheeks. It was nice, but quickly fleeted and he returned to pacing back and forth across the rooftop of some building he had picked out of the plaza. It seemed to be an old rundown theater of sorts, and the only thing that actually gave him any light was the giant neon sign attached to the side of the building, which practically flooded a portion of the roof with different colors, some flashing while others persisted.

He pondered if taking up smoking would help pass the time faster for him while he did one last pace back and forth, stopping at the edge of the rooftop and looking out over the rest of the block. The neon lights colored the long exhale of vapor he let out into the chilled night.

"She better get here soon."

"I better, hmm?"

She stood on the very edge of the roof, heels braced against one another on the precarious corner. Her hair curled around her cheeks in a bob. She was casual today. In shorts and a billowy, loose shirt. Bangles ran up her one arm, but they were the cheap kind. Nothing fancy.

"Hi, Kyle," she grinned, rubbing her neck.