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Eva Tennyson

"It's the Time Keeper's fault that my sister is dead. I can get her back, or I can make them pay. I'd honestly prefer both."

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a character in “The Time Keepers”, as played by Amelia_

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"It's the Time Keeper's fault that my sister is dead. I can get her back, or I can make them pay. I'd honestly prefer both."


Basic Info


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Full name
Eva Tennyson
Age
19
Role
Rogue




Interests


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Appearance
Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Hazel
Height:1.65 m
Weight:7'9 Stone
Piercings:None
Tattoos: None
Scars: Burn on her right arm

Likes
Ice Cream
Maths and Physics
Piano Music
Family
Photography

Dislikes
Pointless Violence
Guns
Disorder
The self-righteous
Bullies


Hobbies
Reading
Solving problems
Daydreaming

Fears
Fire
Betrayal
Yet another loss

Weapon of Choice
Eva doesn't tend to fight, and if you ask her, she'd say she was unarmed. But she always carries a small knife concealed on her person; with a golden hilt. Not from her own time period, she keeps the 'special' properties of this knife, if she even knows what they are, a secret. The knife is stolen and is primarily for self-defense, but she will use it if necessary.




Time Profile



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Role
Eva is a rouge, although she hasn't been for very long. Although she hates the time keepers as much as her peers, she isn't really as invested in their overall goal of chaos and disorder in the time stream. But they are a means to achieve an end and a very helpful one, at that. She primarily works out the complicated logarithms and maths that come with the physics of time travel to ensure that the rouges don't blow up the universe while they change the future.

Goal
Primarily, Eva wants to bring back or save her little sister Grace from the terrible fate as an accidental when she fell out of her time stream. She does, however, realise that the likelihood of getting her sister back is incredibly slim- so some good old fashioned vengeance on the way; against the time keepers she readily blames for her sisters death; will be just fine for Eva.

Character Thoughts
On Time Control: "A means to an end. Something that should not just be available to so called 'time keepers' why should one group of people born in a certain time, in a certain place, be granted such power and no one else?"
Favourite Era: "The one I was born in, and the one that is home. Why obsess about somewhere else?"
Killing: "Always unnecessary. Always horrific. Sometimes important"




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Personality

What was previously happy and care-free changed to bitter and scorned when Eva lost her sister.Her sheer determinaion and unhealthy obsession to save Grace or get revenge has shifted Eva's empathy and free logic to the side. She has one goal, and will do near anything to achieve it.

Before she was introduced to the world of the time keepers and realized her sister was more than just 'missing', Eva discovered her manipulative streak. Always recognizing it as a fault and keeping it to herself, she never used it for anything more extreme than convincing her mum to let her stay out another hour as a teenager. But now she uses her silver tongue almost daily; lying and twisting the truth to achieve her goal. And because she doesn't talk often, people listen. She trusts no one but herself, but has the uncanny ability to make people trust her.

Despite all of this, Eva still has a strong moral conscious. She is against killing accepting only the most extreme circumstances, and truly is kind to the helpless, and the young. The personality that gained her her close friends and the admiration of her family is not totally lost. Although she rarely smiles and laughs even less frequently-she is still has goodness inside her.

She holds on to her own hope because she is holding on to the hope she can get her sister back. Besides that, nothing matters to her.


History

Born in 20th century London, Eva is the oldest child of Micheal and Lucy Tennyson, a nurse and a mechanic that had moved over from Ireland two years prior to Eva's birth. Her child hood was normal, with no other strife or damage then the usual school yard bullying and gang fear that came along with the estate she was rasied in. Money was always tight but it was nevr really an issue; with both of her parents working full time Eva could live happily without having to worry about eviction or the next meal. She excelled in school and was even accepted into a local grammar school, full scholarship, when she passed the 11+ with flying colours.

When Eva was 12 an had just started her second year in high school, Lucy gave birth to another girl, Grace. But complications during the birth meant that Lucy died and Grace very nearly didn't pull through. Left with an infant sister and a single father, the Tennyson family began to struggle with finances. The first three years of Grace's life were tough- government-funded nurseries were not available until that age and Micheal had to work full time. This is when Eva first started hacking for the mysterious group she now knows as the rouges, earning money to keep the family afloat at just 15.

This is the happy time that Eva remembers. She had aced her A-levels in collage, and prospects were looking good for a Maths course in university, government-funded. Her sister was happy and the light of her life, and her father got his own garage. Then Grace went missing, aged 7, and it all fell apart.

Already damaged from his wife's death, Micheal stopped talking and declined into depression so dramatically until eventually Eva had to find him a home for him to recover in. Eva dropped her academic studies to search avidly for her little sister, who had apparently fallen off the face of the earth. It was in this time of avid research that she found a death record of a little girl who could be no one other than Grace- picture proved- from that same location 100 years before. She was just a year older than the last time Eva had seen her, and had died of a gunshot wound at 8 in the local hospital as little Jane Doe.

Livid, she used her skills with hacking to find out all she could about time travel and time control, when she stumbled across the Time Keepers. The conditions of Grace's death were suspicious enough but after more digging and less sleeping, Eva came to the conclusion that they were responsible; Grace's wound was far too severe to be caused by any firearm around at the time of her death. And she was angry.

This information loss was not unnoticed by the time keepers, and Eva barely got out of a number situations with her memories in tact, using bluffing and the keeper's refusal to be seen in public to her advantage. This is when the rogues found her again, re-interested after the brief hacking job, and she agreed to work for them, knowing that she would eventually be able to use to the technology to save her sister- or at least get revenge on the Time Keepers.

Eva now travels with the Rouges, following orders and helping, keeping her goal to her self and trusting no one, and never letting on how much she does enjoy what she does. She uses the money she gets to send back to her father, so he can stay in a privately funded home, rather than an NHS one. Another detail she keeps to herself.

And now she's in London- not a mile away from where she lived- in fact- 200 years in the past. Following the rouges to wherever the hell they go next and helping them, always one step closer to Grace.

So begins...

Eva Tennyson's Story

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Paige Ceres


The stark white corridors of the Time Institute Headquarters were brimming with life. The communications room and and research library also bustled with purpose. Finally things were happening. The Keepers were sending a group of their best and brightest into the past. The recent disappearances had cast a shadow over the institute. The past few weeks had left everybody itching to do something. And now, finally, the researchers had figured out where to start.

Paige Ceres walked purposefully through the corridors, strapping her twin handguns to her side. Usually they would sit around her thighs but now, given the time she was traveling to, they were hidden beneath the folds of her jacket. Paige was always immensely thankful for the Keepers synthetic clothing. While she was forced to wear a dress in order to fit in with the time period, the material it was made from had been altered to allow for ease of movement. Her dress, a simple one of dulled browns and dirty whites, would have her fitting in perfectly with the lower class of 1800s London.

Up ahead the doors into the mission room were opened, giving the young woman a clear view of the Time Keepers she would be traveling with into the past. In front of them, the only one dressed in modern clothes, stood Mr Haran, the Director of the Institute. That he was here indicated the seriousness of the case. Paige entered the room, again double checking that everything was where it should be. Her jacket covered her guns, the sleeves hid the watch that was their time travel device and she was dressed appropriately for the time period they were about to jump into. The room itself was empty of any furniture or decoration. It was circular, white and seemed to echo whenever someone spoke.

"I thank each and everyone of you for embarking on this mission." Mr Haran began, his voice ringing throughout the room, "Find our people, stop these fools from destroying all we work for and, above all else, remember our code: Do not disturb time."
He nodded, his eyes making contact with every agent in the room, before leaving. The door closed behind him.

For the group of Keepers in the room it was now time to begin. Paige stepped into the middle of the group, raising her wrist to reveal the small watch that was wrapped around it. The time read 09:29am. Paige pressed a button and the screen flicked to the current date.
"London, England. 1827." She told the Keepers gathered in the room, adjusting her device as she spoke. "The dockside, behind the fish markets. Let's say midday."
She waited for the other keepers to input the data. Then, when everyone was ready, she smiled and began the countdown,
"Three... two... one.. " On one her screen flashed and Paige's world flashed a blinding white.

Time traveling, as far as she had gathered, felt slightly different for everyone. Sure, there was always that rush of air as it tried to fill in the space you had left, but she had heard of some people feeling squeezed, while others felt ripped in two. For Paige it felt like she was spinning. The sensation lasted less than a second each time she traveled and she had grown to accept it, if not like it. It took no time at all to reach the 1800s, the time would still be reading 09:29 back home. The further back you traveled the longer it generally took.

Paige glanced around at her companions, checking that everyone had made it through intact. They were all standing behind a debilitated warehouse, the smell of fish, shit and smoke thick in the air. The sounds of the fish market on the other side of the warehouse could be heard as well as the squawk of seagulls. It was an overcast day, grey clouds threatened with rain and Paige doubted that they would see the sun anytime soon.

"We have our instructions." Paige reminded the group, "The reports pinpoint an old textile warehouse just beyond these docks. We split up and make our way there individually or in pairs to avoid detection." She glanced at her watch again, it now showed the current time in London of 12:00. "We'll move in at 12:45"
She smiled at them all before giving a final nod. She turned and began to leave. If someone wanted to pair up with her to reach the warehouse then they would catch her up, if not she was perfectly happy to get there alone.

Vance Savage


The man stood by the window, watching the street below the warehouse through the dirty glass. There were always people everywhere in London, one of the reasons he had chosen this place and time for the base of his scheme. It was relatively easy for a man of money to make things work for him here.

Behind him, set within an arm's distance was his crossbow. A casual observer might mistake this weapon for some old artifact from the medieval period but on closer inspection one might realise that the material it was made from wasn't wood, or anything that could have come out of that time. Vance Savage had designed and made it himself in the 23rd century. It shot a laser arrow with deadly accuracy, especially when in Vance's hands. Now, turning from the window, he picked up the weapon and slung it over his back.

He left his private study, striding along the corridor. Below him was the whole of the textile factory, the old machines creating a maze of metal. He entered into what had once been some sort of office. Now it was alive with futuristic technology. Screens blinked figures and videos gave the team unlimited access to the streets around the warehouse. Vance went straight towards a lone computer, it's screen showing a single spike in the graph that ran along its face.
"They're here." His mouth formed into a satisfied smirk, his light brown eyes seemed to sparkle with dark energy.
He lifted his hand to his ear and spoke, knowing his message would be transmitted to all the rogues who had gathered here.
"Time to come in, we've got some guests to entertain."
Wherever they might be in London, and whatever they might be doing they would know that the real fun was about to begin.

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Eva glanced around the fish market, cursing as she almost tripped on her dress. It was ridiculous, really. Of the few missions that she had been on with the rouges none of them had ever had to wear period clothing- they didn't care about fitting in or scaring a few locals, they always did what they exactly what they wanted, when they wanted. But there she was, in a stupid dress that she could barely move in with a bloody bonnet pretending to shop for food and scouting the area.

She didn't want to go, of course. The others had somehow gathered the reasoning that because she was youngest and British she should go, and while trying to explain that London accents do actually change over centuries and that she was a hacker and would best be used somewhere else she was ushered out of the door with a dress and a basket, concealing the electrical tracking equipment and everything that would be necessary in the face of attack.

She wondered aimlessly around the stalls, hoping the rancid smell wouldn't transfer to her before she got back to base. She was gazing out at the docks through the smog and the must when her ear piece buzzed. She put her hand to her ear subtly. She smiled when she heard Savage announce to the team that the keepers had arrived, and turned to go back to base. It was then when she noticed the six people, standing and talking by the docks. They were all dressed immaculately in clothes from the period, nothing suspicious there. Accepting, of course, that the upper class gentleman was chatting pleasantly to a lower class woman, who seemed to be in command.

She stepped closer to them, pretending to inspect a fish on a stand close to her. Something else, the young woman's clothes didn't have a speck of dirt on them- even though just walking through this ancient London smog was enough to get you filthy. Of course. She was sent to that location for a reason, after all. She did a headcount and examined every person before buying the fish she had been apparently staring at for over a minute now.

She walked away sharply and placed the fish in the basket, simultaneously activating the homing device in her basket. They'd probably move away quickly, but at least they had the upper hand now. She put her hand on her ear once again, speaking quietly.
"They came in at the docks, by the fish market. 6 in total, 3 male and 3 female. They're splitting up but they're heading east. Probably towards base"

He probably already knew this though. His unlimited surveillance of the city, most of which Eva had programmed herself, would have no doubt had them pinned the second they landed. Straightening up and maintaining her so called lady-like posture, she kept focus on the pairs that where splitting off. She had an advantage here. As a new member of this team, it was extremely unlikely that they would even recognize her, never mind know her as one of the rouges. She wasn't armed and her acting skills were a little out of practice but-
"They're all in sight. They could get suspicious if I go directly to the factory now, it's where they're heading. What should I do?"

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Paige Ceres


Paige walked up the street, taking care to dodge the stalls of fish and the many people pushing their way through the crowds. It felt strange being back in the 1800s. The last time she had visited the era she had been with her mentor. He had retired some years ago but this time always reminded her of him.

A tap on her shoulder made Paige turn. Wes gave her a smile as she turned to face him.

"I'm so sorry about that. You walked away before I could talk to you. I was wondering if you'd partner up with me?"
Wes was slightly out of breath and Paige, casting an eye back along the street, could see the line of people he had pushed through to reach her. Her attention was caught by Jason, who was just turning away from her and Wes. The memory of her meeting with Jason and Mr Haran flashed in her mind. He had been worried about the mission. His concern had been understandable, but in the end they had to continue with their plan.

Paige turned her attention to Wes, pushing Jason's doubts out of her mind.
"Sure." Paige told Wes, waiting for him to get his breath back before she started walking again. She wanted to reach the warehouse quickly to give herself enough time to get an idea of the place. The Keeper's plan was to storm the warehouse, capturing any rogues that they found. The Institute wanted them brought back alive and questioned. It would be easy to spot a rogue once the fighting began. They would be the ones with weapons from out of this time.

The fish market began to thin out as the two entered a section of the docks busy with the loading and unloading of ships. Here the market shoppers were replaced with tough looking sailors, a number of who gave Paige a curious glance. Their eyes would eventually wonder to Wes. She supposed having the other man with her meant that any leering comments from the sailors would be kept silent.

While Paige kept one eye on the crowd she gave Wes her remaining attention. She knew of him, most Keepers knew each other at least by name, but she hadn't ever had much reason to speak with him before.
"You haven't been here before, have you?" Paige asked, referring to both the time and the place. She recalled reading through his Keeper profile which had stated where he had run his missions. It wasn't uncommon for agents to specialise in one era or another, but she wasn't sure if Wes was one such agent or he had simply never had a mission in this time before. "Thoughts so far?" She couldn't help but let a small smile slip onto her face. The 1800s, depending where and when you were, could actually be a very pleasant place, but here in London it could be slightly overwhelming.

Vance Savage


His message through, all Vance could do now was wait for his team to assemble. He didn't have long to wait before the first message came in.

"They came in at the docks, by the fish market. 6 in total, 3 male and 3 female. They're splitting up but they're heading east. Probably towards base" Eva's voice filtered through Vance's ear piece, her message bringing a smile to his face. Six Keepers meant that they were taking this threat seriously. Sure, they had the greater numbers but Vance hoped that the rogues advanced technology would give them the edge. Not to mention the surprise they had rigged up in the warehouse floor.

"They're all in sight. They could get suspicious if I go directly to the factory now, it's where they're heading. What should I do?" Eva's query came a moment later and Vance took a second to answer it, weighing up the options.
"Pick one and follow. Keep well behind them, I do not want you to be seen. When they enter the base you can close the door behind them. Be sure you do not get caught near the warehouse floor, you do not want to be caught in our surprise."

A moment later Llyr and Esfir entered the room. Vance returned Llyr's greeting and gave the man space to look at the graph.
"So it's true then, they've finally arrived? What do we do now?" Esfir question was curious and Vance smiled at the girl,
"We create mayhem." He answered, his smile becoming a wicked grin. "But first we wait for the agents to find us. The warehouse floor has been rigged with explosives, as you know. When the Keepers attack we will lure them onto the floor, set the charges and then watch the fireworks."
It was a simple trap but with the use of their advanced technology it was one that was likely to go undetected by the keepers until it was too late. Vance didn't care either way if the explosion effected any normal London citizens but he had installed a force-field like device that would restrict the explosion and subsequent carnage to the warehouse floor. That way anyone watching from the balcony - where he planned to be - would have front row seats.

Vance glanced across the room, spotting Jaycee standing against the wall. The young man could move soundlessly when he wanted to, a useful talent to have for a rogue. Vance nodded him a greeting.

"We lure the keepers in, make it seem like we are losing ground and then when they are in position we retreat to safety. Ideally we will be able retrieve one of them alive, but if not we know that they will send more keepers."
He knew they understood, after all they had come up with the plan together. One live keeper would give them access to the agency's network and was just one more step in Vance's plan. "We all know the rendezvous time if things do not go according to plan. We will meet there if need be."
It was always wise to have a back-up plan and if somehow the keepers managed to break through their trap then the rogues could regroup in another time - provided they hadn't been captured of killed.

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"Pick one and follow. Keep well behind them, I do not want you to be seen. When they enter the base you can close the door behind them. Be sure you do not get caught near the warehouse floor, you do not want to be caught in our surprise."
"I'm on it"

Eva smiled. This is what she had hoped would happen, and she knew exactly how to do it. She regarded the 6 rouges, all of them splitting off from each other now.

Two of the women hadn't done anything yet. They were probably waiting a few minutes to follow on so there was some distance between them and the others. They'd have to go straight there though, probably, to meet the rendezvous point, so there was no point in following them- she'd be noticed straight away.

Two of the men had gone off on their own. One was walking quickly- with purpose. To follow him she'd have to match his pace and probably wouldn't go unnoticed there either. The other was wondering towards and alleyway she knew, even in her own time, to avoid like the plague.

This left the man and the woman who had originally drawn her attention. A blonde woman with authority in her step walked towards the fish market and the gentleman followed after. They began to talk, too quietly for her to hear, and Eva turned to the side and tried to blend in with the crowd. She let them move away. She needed a head start to remain unseen, and she knew exactly where they were going. And she wanted a back up plan.

She noticed a stall packing up next to her and walked over slowly. It was run by an elderly couple in tattered clothes and ashen faces; they had barely sold any of their stock. She rapped sharply on the wood, and the old woman looked up.
"How much for the cane?" Eva said, nodding at the decrepit walking stick that was propped against the stall.
The woman looked from the cane to Eva in confusion, and politely answered that it wasn't for sale, that she needed it to get home. Eva rolled her eyes, and then softened her expression.
"I've really hurt my ankle, ma'am. Sorry, but I can pay ya"
"And I'm sorry, dear but I really can't I-"

She put a pound note on the table. The wide eyes of the poor woman answered Eva's question and she took the cane with a curt nod and walked off, leaning on it as if she had sprained her ankle. She left the fish market, limping falsely with her eyes on the Keepers.

The reasoning behind the cane was simple. Should she be noticed by the Time Keepers, she could fall over and claim injury, explaining that she had hoped one of them knew what to do about her leg. She's say she assumed that the gentleman was a philanthropist for coming to this part of London and she thought he could help her. And if she were discovered by them, then it would do just fine as a weapon if she aimed for the head and ran fast enough.

She'd limp along behind them, sticking to the crowds and listening in to what they talked about when she could. When they reached the warehouse she would hide, wait, and when they were all in there she'd slam the doors and lock them, taking the fire exit and joining the rest of her team on the balcony. She knew exactly what Savage had in mind when he said 'surprise'.

Then she'd watch them burn.

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Wes didn’t like the way the sailors stared at Paige. They seemed overly curious, almost predatory. Let her handle it herself. A pretty girl like her is probably used to it. She’s a Time Keeper, not your sister. He fought the urge to take her arm.

Thankfully she didn’t seem to mind his presence. The few times he'd seen her around the agency, she'd always seemed busy or concentrating on something. He'd worried that might translate into unfriendliness. The Time Keepers, even the friendly ones, could be weird about their work, almost too serious. He'd never gotten used to it.

“I know it’s silly, but when I always thought the 1800s would have, I don’t know, balls or something. Rich women looking for a husband, court intrigue, masquerades, and all that. Not a smelly fish market. It’s not bad though, just different,” he said. “By the way, I didn’t know you could move so fast. You covered a lot of ground before I could catch up. And thanks for waiting.”

He'd relaxed enough to really drink in his surroundings. Huge steamboats bobbed on the murky water, and sailors and dockworkers hauled crates on and off. Wes eyed the wares: bolts of cotton, crates of fruit, even a few live animals. It made him feel a little bit of awe. Time travel had never gotten old for him.

A few of the sailors made eye contact, not quite glaring, but not quite friendly, either. He knew the look; they tried to intimidate him. Wes didn't consider them dangerous. He smiled back at them.

As they moved on, the area got seedier. The biggest danger in the market had been pickpockets. They might come across worse in this part of town, though he doubted it would be too much of a problem at midday.

The crowd thinned out here as well. Wes could zone in on individuals better. He spotted a girl with a limp in the corner of his eye. She seemed familiar. He almost wrote it off as nothing, but her posture seemed off to him, forced almost, as if she were consciously trying to be ladylike. She seemed uncomfortable.

He leaned in close to Paige to speak into her ear. "Don't look now, but the girl with the cane. Something's off," he whispered.

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Vance Savage


Vance was an expert at waiting. It might not have been his favourite part of the plan but it was necessary. He stretched out his back, glancing from Llyr to Esfir to Jaycee.
"I hope you're all ready for some fun." He remarked absently, "It shouldn't be much longer."
No sooner had he spoken than another screen in the room gave a loud beep. This was not the same screen that had revealed the Keeper's arrival but a larger one that showed a computerized map of the London docks. It seemed to be scanning the nearby area. A small red dot had appeared a short way off from the warehouse, it was the cause of the noise and the reason a slow smile had spread across Vance's face.
The dot could only be a Time Keeper. No one else in this backwards time would have technology like this, unless of course you counted his fellow Rogues, but they were all set to frequencies that wouldn't set the alarms off.

"I'll handle this, unless anyone wants to join me?" Vance said, wondering towards the door. He walked down the balcony until he reached a small set of stairs that led up onto the roof. From here he had a decent view of the surrounding area. He couldn't see the keeper but his position was known. Vance brought up his crossbow and sighted down its length. He angled it towards the direction of the keeper, using his memory of the map on the screen to guide him. He might not hit the keeper but his shot would undoubtedly be enough to disrupt the warehouse the keeper was on. Taking a deep breath Vance steadied his arm, double checked his aim and then squeezed the trigger. A burst of energy erupted from the weapon, streaming straight towards the location where Vance knew the keeper to be. It hit the building, piercing through the brick.

He let the crossbow fall back onto his shoulder, grinning lazily as he watched the destruction he had caused. Sure, he had just given away the rogue's position but he doubted that the Keepers would just let his attack go. They were duty bound to come now, Vance had just used highly illegal technology hundreds of years before its time. And he had attacked one of their own.

Paige Ceres


Paige and Wes were covering a decent amount of ground. Paige was confident that if they kept this pace up they would reach the warehouse soon. It was also nice having a chance to talk with Wes. She hadn't have much reason to talk with him in the past.

“I know it’s silly, but when I always thought the 1800s would have, I don’t know, balls or something. Rich women looking for a husband, court intrigue, masquerades, and all that. Not a smelly fish market. It’s not bad though, just different... By the way, I didn’t know you could move so fast. You covered a lot of ground before I could catch up. And thanks for waiting." Wes's words brought a smile to her face.
"That's the 1800s you see in movies." She replied. The real London was the mass of people trying to survive.
As for moving fast, Paige shrugged, "It's be a lot easier in pants, but when in Rome."

The two continued, moving into the dodgy area just short of their final destination. Like Paige Wes was watching the crowds and it seemed that he spotted something that Paige had missed. He leaned in and spoke quietly in her ear,
"Don't look now, but the girl with the cane. Something's off,"
Paige had to force herself not to glance over her shoulder, but she accepted Wes' warning and simply nodded her reply. They weren't far off the warehouse now. Paige glanced around and found a dark, thin alleyway. No one in their right minds would wonder down here alone, especially a girl with a cane. The alleyway would also take them closer to the warehouse. Surely if the girl wasn't following them then she wouldn't come down the alleyway.

"In here." Paige said quietly, heading into the alleyway. She glanced at her watch, taking care to hide the movement so that no one watching could see her keeper watch. The time read 12.40, five minutes.
Paige reached the end of the alleyway and stopped short, stepping back into the shadows as she came into view of the textile warehouse.
Her communication device crackled into life and she heard Jason's voice in her ear,
"Everyone, it is a trap, they are expecting us. Paige, I'm not being paranoid, I swear on our mission in Paris, 1789."
Paige swore. For Jason to use the communication device was a big risk, the rogues could track it. Add to that the fact that Jason had brought up their mission in Paris and Paige was seriously worried. She had known Jason since he first arrived at the Institute, seven years ago, and although she didn't always listen to his advice there were times when she couldn't ignore it. This was one such time.

Then the laser blast hit nearby. From where Paige stood she could see a figure standing on the roof of the textile warehouse. A rogue, with zero regard for the time laws. The weapon in his hands was from the future, no doubt about it.
There was a sick feeling in her stomach, was the figure firing randomly or had someone... Jason been his target? She would have to risk communication, she had to check to see if Jason had been hurt.
"Jason. Are you there?"
"Shit." Paige swore again, glancing at Wes. "It may be a trap but we have to stop that man from destroying London." She pointed at the figure on the textile roof, her hand shook slightly. If Jason's warning was real they would find more than one dangerous rogue in the warehouse

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Wes stopped in his tracks. Fixing that'll be hell, he thought, half of London must have seen that blast. He craned his neck to see the figure on the roof better, but the sun ruined his view. They didn't have a way to identify the bastard. Wes almost cursed but bit his tongue.

"Jason. Are you there?" Paige said. "Shit."

"He's going to find the rest of our team next. We've got to pull out," Wes said.

"It may be a trap but we have to stop that man from destroying London."

With that avenue closed, he acted on his next instinct. Wes pushed Paige further back into the shadows and blocked as much of her as he could. If the guy on the roof was going after keepers, they might be next. He'd lost sight of the girl with the cane, but that made her more dangerous.

If the rogues had found Jason, they'd found him and Paige. They had a minute, max. He touched his earpiece. "A rogue fired a laser at Jason. North of the warehouse. If anyone's nearby, get to him," he said.

Wes moved behind Paige and studied the wall behind them. He'd hoped for dustbins or something he could climb on for a head start. Even if he could make it, she had a skirt to deal with. His eyes drifted down the alley and spotted a fence at the end. It led to a window with bars right under the roof. They'd travel better that way.

He grabbed Paige's hand and pulled. "We're on it. Follow me," he said, running to the fence. The horizontal pieces of wood made an easy ladder. He reached the top, hopped to the window ledge, and glanced back to make sure she'd followed him.

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Paige Ceres


Time Keepers were trained to perform well under stress and if the rogue's sudden attack on London wasn't a stressful event than Paige didn't know what was. Her mind was whirling with all the disastrous things that might now happen because of the attack. Even the smallest change in time could change the future drastically, what would this do if they didn't fix it?

Wes pushed Paige back into the shadows of the alley, using his body as a shield against another potential attack. Then he touched his earpiece, transmitting a message to all the keepers that had come here with them,
"A rogue fired a laser at Jason. North of the warehouse. If anyone's nearby, get to him." The message would no doubt give away their position. The two would have to move, and fast.
'We're on it. Follow me' Wes said, already having a plan in mind. He took Paige's hand and together they ran down to the end of the alley where a wooden fence acted as a simple ladder up to a window with bars beneath the roof.
Paige followed Wes up, taking care not to catch her skirt on any stray nails. She would love to take off her skirt, she had on a pair of standard issue Keeper leggings beneath, but there was still history to preserve and it had already been altered by the blast. She didn't want to do anymore damage.

She reached the top as Wes hopped onto the window ledge and turned to check on her.
"Onto the roof?" Paige asked, unsure where Wes' route was taking them. The roof would definitely give them a better vantage point to see the rogue that had just destroyed the other warehouse and possibly Jason, but then again it might also give him a better view of them.

"Guys... what if we went back one more year? See if they follow? Let us lead them into a trap? They know we'll get in their way and stop them no matter what... wouldn't they want to defeat us before destroying London?" The transmission came through a moment after she had spoken, she recognised Aaron's clear voice. He certainly had a point about leading them into a trap, it would give the keepers an advantage. Right now, given Jason's warning, it seemed as if the keepers were the ones who had blindly walked into a trap. The only problem with Aaron's plan was that, as far as the keepers knew, the rogues didn't care. If the keepers just disappeared Paige doubted that the rogues would bother to come after them. Why would they when they suddenly had the whole of London to themselves.

Paige decided to risk another communication to talk with Aaron,
"Negative. There is no guarantee that they will follow us. We must stop them now."
Paige turned her attention back to Wes and nodded for him to lead the way.

Vance Savage


Vance smiled with satisfaction, his eyes lazily glancing over the scene of destruction that he had created. Behind him Esfir was laughing and applauding, her delight evident. He gazed back over his shoulder at her as she spun in a circle.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have a flair for the dramatic?” Esfir asked.
Vance smirked and gave a casual shrug, "It is a gift." He remarked.
Esfir was by far one of his most favourite rogues. She had an attitude that made the most out of life and Vance was glad to have found a fellow enthusiast of mayhem around.

He followed her back inside but made his way back to the control room while she got into position. There he found Llyr handling the communications and watching the heat sensors.
"What have we got Llyr?" [b] Vance asked as he entered the room, [b] "Are the keepers gathering?"
He could see the screen that monitored communications beeping every so often as the keepers talked, no doubt they were all getting their pants in a twist about what he'd just done. That brought a smile to his face. It would be handy to keep an eye on their position but he didn't feel any inclination to repeat the spectacle he had just made. They knew where the rogues were and he was confident that they would come.

Vance hoped that Eva hadn't been caught in the blast. He had told her to pick one and follow them, for all he knew she could have followed that keeper and been hit by flying debris.
"Eva, what is your location?" He said into his earpiece. He wasn't particularly sentimental, his concern stemmed from the fact that the rogues needed every man and woman they could get. Vance glanced at Jaycee and Llyr. Their numbers were small but they had technology on their side.

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The man and the woman had turned down a thin alleyway, an unexpected route to get to the warehouse, and one that she could never follow without suspicion. But that was easily rectified- all she was there to do was watch and listen, after all. It would probably be easier to do so if she climbed the fire escape of the textiles warehouse that marked, adjacent to the other warehouse beside it, the alley. The roof was high enough up that even if the pair were to glance up she would not be seen, and of course, she could hear everything that they said.

It was oddly peaceful up on that rooftop. Although she was concentrating a great deal on listening, not being seen, and also not falling to her death, Eva found an odd serenity dodging between the chimneys and looking across the familiar, unfamiliar sky line. She spotted her high school, an ancient grammar school in her day- a brand new one today. It was strange. They were nearing the warehouse, where she had planned to climb down after them, slamming the door and locking it should they wonder in, when she heard the woman keeper's communicator buzz with news of a trap.

She could barley contain her laughter. She'd said up a lot of the rouges technology herself- any one making a transition on that type of technology would be instantly located, and even though her plan had mostly fallen apart, she suspected that Savage would react accordingly to the exact location of a keeper. She ran forwards, using the cane to climb over turrets so she could see the head quarters. She saw the blast, and was caught between rolling her eyes and applauding.

He could have just shot him with a bloody gun, she thought.
But of course we have to try and blow up the place while we're here, don't we?
Melodramatics

From her vantage point she gazed at the brief fire and couldn't help Grace jumping to mind, with the rhyme she'd learned in year 2, the one she wouldn't stop singing for three weeks straight, and was actively banned from the household.

London's burning. London's burning...

Picturing her sister singing in her mind, Eva was reminded with ultimate conviction why she was here- what she had to do and who she had to help to do it.

Fetch the engine, fetch the engine...

The keepers were panicking, she heard them scrambling up the fire escape to her left, while the fire blazed on in front of her and base lay just out of sight. She obviously couldn't be caught up here- she wasn't armed and she'd lose all hope of finding Grace again. But, she was still holding the basket. She quickly analysed her surroundings, for the second time that day. Two keepers coming up to the roof-to her- in seconds. One was in the blast, and thanks to Savage's little flair might not actually be dead. She had a basket full of technology- mostly homing devices, but there were two other objects. She threw the fish down one of the chimneys and got rid of the basket, too. With one of the objects, she slipped it into her pocket. The other, she simply turned on and left where it dropped on the rooftop, where the two rouges would be in seconds.

Fire, Fire! Fire, Fire!

Abandoning the cane and moving quickly, Eva ran backwards and found some scaffolding, which she climbed down as quickly as her absurd dress could manage. Landing with a thud and scraping her arm on some rusty metal, she reached street level a little too close to the action as she'd have liked. People were freaking out about the blue flames they'd seen and she blended into the crowd nicely, but she still had to get back to base.

Pour on water, pour on water...

While on the ground, desperately trying to find a way she could just get to the others, Eva spotted a man leaning against a wall with a flask in his hand, injured. Of course he wasn't even bloody dead. She made a mental note to show Savage a gun later on.
Thinking on her feet, she turned to a woman near her who was avidly staring at the sky as though she was expecting the rapture.
"Ya know what I 'eard?" She said, fake fear etched across her sooty face. "That that was all time trav'lers. From the future where they don't got no god. They've come to stop the English empire expanding across the 'hole world, they have."
The woman wasn't going to believe Eva. That was of course until she took the extra earpiece from her pocket.
"Nah, look! I found this! It's true, it is an' we've got to warn everyone! They'll kill us all for the empire, they will!"
And with that the woman started to panic. Snatching the earpiece from Eva's outstretched hand, her shrill cry of warning reached everyone in the area. Eva briefly thanked the British Depth study and slipped into the warehouse while the ensuring panic about the evil from the future played out.

London's Burning, London's burning...

She got the transmission about her location as she walked into base. Not needing to give an answer, she sat in her designated chair next to Lee, and smiled at the others, quickly filling them in on the details of the three rouges she had seen and where they were, as well as the little riot she had started outside. Turning on her computer and tearing off her bonnet, she added
"Oh, and never, ever make me do that again"

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Llyr glanced up as Vance entered the room and quirked an eyebrow at their leader, Llyr had seen the explosion on the monitors and while he preferred to a more subtle approach he knew that this whole operation was the opposite of subtle. It had to be to work, but he couldn't help feeling uneasy. There were so many different variables that could go wrong, but of course that’s why he was here. The consummate perfectionist wouldn't let them go down in burning flames. He would've counted on Vance to do it but since he was blowing up London perhaps he wasn't the best choice.

“I've got heat signatures outside the warehouse, I’m assuming they’re keepers since we’re all in attendance now.” He finished as he caught sight of Eva joining them. He knew that that Esfir was waiting as bait to lure the Keepers into proper position before the Rogues acted. “And I don’t know, Eva, I thought the bonnet was cute.” He teased sardonically, as he took her bonnet and twirled it around his index finger, his true Irish accent breaking through the eighteenth century upper class Londoner accent he’d affected.

“So they’re out there, swarming around and they’re not coming in. Keepers, always so bloody cautious.” He muttered mostly to himself as continued to watch the many monitors. Subconsciously he slipped his hand beneath the overcoat he was still wearing and felt the outline of his rail gun. He was ready for them, now all they had to do was follow the trail like the good little dogs they were.

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Paige Ceres


Paige watched as Wes drew out his gun, holding it low to avoid detection.
"Please, cover my back." He said as he inched forward. Paige nodded her agreement, her hands carefully drawing out her twin handguns. She glanced back down at the alley they had come through, it was empty. As was the street behind them. Everyone seemed to have either fled from the explosion or run towards it.

“You should probably take your skirt off,” The words caught Paige by surprise, she glanced over at Wes with her eyebrows raised. Surely he hadn't meant it in a bad way, his choice of words had just been a little off “With everything that’s happened, I don’t think one woman in tights will do any lasting damage to the timeline.” He added. Paige glanced back down at the quiet alley. Certainly there seemed to be little citizens around to see her if she changed. With a sigh Paige replaced her guns in their place and quickly ripped the skirt portion of her outfit off, revealing a pair of black, skin-tight pants. They were high-tech, designed to adapt to the surrounding temperature. They allowed for much better ease of movement as well.

"What can you see?" Paige asked, darting quickly forward to crouch beside Wes. He was squinting down at a figure in the street,
“I found Jason. He’s at 9 o’clock,” He said, his words sending a wave of relief over Paige. As Paige watched she saw Jason take hold of a woman and walked her down the street, popping into a nearby alleyway. Hoping that they wouldn't lose him Paige followed Wes down the fire escape, landing softly on the ground. She pulled out her guns again, holding them low.

"He went this way." Paige said, leading the way down a quieter side alley. A man crossed the pair, his hair singed and his eyes wide as he spotted Paige and Wes. He saw the guns in Paige's hands and the clothing she was wearing and began to point at her, raving about killer keepers. In a series of quick, fluid movements Paige stepped up to the man, struck him on the temple and then helped him fall gently to the ground.
"Looks like someone has been spreading lies." Paige remarked. Quickly she erased the man's memory before pushing him against the alleyway wall. She looked at Wes and nodded for the pair to continue, "Jason should be just be around the corner,"

Vance Savage


“I've got heat signatures outside the warehouse, I’m assuming they’re keepers since we’re all in attendance now.” Llyr said. Vance glanced behind the man at the screen and nodded. Hopefully the keepers would advance soon, there was little they could gain from hovering outside the warehouse.

Vance couldn't help but grin as Eva arrived and began to fill in the group on what she had learned. Vance knew a few Time Keepers personally from previous interactions, but the only one he recognised from Eva's details that had turned up in London was the one he suspected to be Paige. The young woman came from a family of Keepers and had doggedly tracked him for the past year before he had eventually shaken her off. He said nothing to the group though, it wasn't as if revealing his knowledge of her would benefit the rogues in anyway, after all the only things he did know about her was that she was persistent.

Vance's attention was drawn back to his immediate surroundings as Eva tore off her bonnet,
"Oh, and never, ever make me do that again" She added. Vance gave a chuckle,
"But darling, you look exceptionally charming in a bonnet." Vance echoed Llyr's words. Grinning at the expression on Eva's face. It could as easily have been any of the others that had dressed up in the Victorian clothes but Vance disliked wearing anything that didn't proclaim his position, besides he was the one who had been watching the machines for signs of the Keepers arrival.

“So they’re out there, swarming around and they’re not coming in. Keepers, always so bloody cautious.” Vance caught Llyr's comment.
"If they do not make a move soon, I will take another trip to the rooftop to further encourage them." He told the room.