Torn Across the Rift

[Affili]

Deuce eyed the pouch he had been presented. there were some items in there that piqued his interest and he examined each item thoughtfully. He watched a few others as they put the watch on so he followed suit then lodged the earpiece into one of his ears, still unsure of what would happen to these items should he be forced to shift forms.

'Guess I have no other choices for now' he confirmed to himself as he ran his gaze over the other people while he waited for someone to respond to Anark's question which undoubtedly concerned Deuce as well.

what would happen if they couldn't find a way for him to return, what would happen to Daedra. Deuce could never forget that his life was intertwined with another's back home. there had to be a way for them to return.

[Eyeris]

Trisitan folded his hands on his desk. “We would do our best to integrate you into our world. You could remain with Trident if you wished, or, there are a few places in the world where you could be yourself. But don’t worry, we do not give up so easily, Trident is the champion of lost causes.” He glanced wistfully at the faces of his old friends, preserved in black and white.

“Ascot... I shall leave that decision to the wisdom of your teachers.” he threw up his hands. “It is time that you all should be going.”

They would leave the office shortly after this declaration. The elevator would bring them back up the way they came. They would all fit into a spacious helicopter. The helicopter flew over the oceans until it found land, where it landed in a small airstrip, they transferred onto a small plane much more suited for long distance travel. Then they took off for Russia, to find Grigori, and find answers.

[Letter Bee]

Trident is the champion of lost causes... If that statement was true, then it meant that Tristan was a courageous person indeed. Lost causes were regarded as 'lost' for a reason, whether they were noble or not, and it required someone with not only strength of body, but strength of conviction, to pursue them. Ascot smiled, as it meant that Anark, Punky and Deuce were in good hands. And, not just that, but that line stiffened his resolve to join the party, risk of PTSD notwithstanding. After all, it had been his choice, in the end, and there was no going back.

So, he departed to the Helicopter along with the others, scanning Twain and Rozalind for signs that they accepted his idea of dual mentorship, still nervous now that they might not accept. Once the flying vehicle landed on the airstrip and the group transferred to the plane, he decided to take the time to doze off, perhaps new dreams may come again.

And who knows, perhaps it could be that once he woke up, his prospective mentors might have made their decision as regards tutoring him. After all, it fitted his needs well, having both of them take a hand in his education. No, to him, it was apparent that being taught by only one of them would cripple him more than it would help him, and he can't have that.

No, he really can't, he thought as he went to sleep.

[Affili]

Deuce was a bit hesitant to enter the first flying machine, he had come to know as a helicopter, and for the first few minutes of that flight he couldn't help wondering how it stayed in the sky without falling after all, there were no wings flapping. But as he observed the other's reactions, it seemed as though this form of air travel was frequent on earth, but did it have to be so noisy?

They landed on the ground after a good while and were ushered onto another flying machine which seemed more practical for flying as it actually had wings, and it was much more conformable and quiet which enabled Deuce to get some sleep. they were going to a place called Russia now.

Deuce awoke mid flight and wandered the narrow isles of the aircraft to stretch his legs a little bit. He looked around curiously as he wandered to the rear of the plane and took it upon himself to rummage through some of the cupboards back there in hopes that there might be something interesting in there but he was not sure what to make of anything he found there. There were cups, and machines that dispensed hot water, cutlery, some snacks which he helped himself to before heading back to his seat. He looked around the plane for Rozalind or Twain in hopes of asking them about this place called Russia.

[Eyeris]

Deuce would find Rozalind and Twain bickering with one another...

"You'll get him killed, most likely." She stated, she was seated with her legs crossed, she was shaping the tips of her fingers with a nail file.

"You're the one playing with guns!" Twain was standing, arms crossed, pacing a small line. "If I kill him while training I can bring him back, you on the other hand would be screwed if I wasn't around."

"I didn't know you cared so much for me."

"Well I wouldn't bring you back!" Twain's face flushed, he rolled his eyes and turned away from the fiery woman, and found Deuce.

"Hey there buddy. How's the plane treatin' ya? Airsick? I think we've got some pills around for that... and these are called' baaaarf-baaags', ya' know, if you're feeling queeeezey---"

"Twain, he's from another planet, not an idiot." Rozalind didn't look up from her work as she spoke.

"To conclude our conversation, Twain, if you ever bring me back I will kill you."

[Affili]

Deuce chuckled at the two bickering companions they reminded him of two siblings

"Hey there buddy. How's the plane treatin' ya? Airsick? I think we've got some pills around for that... and these are called' baaaarf-baaags', ya' know, if you're feeling
queeeezey---" twain asked

Deuce held up his hand in response "No I feel fine" he finished a bag of crunchy things called potato chips that he had taken from the rear of the plane and crumbled up the bag.

"The plane is a marvelous feat of technology I must say though, Back on Sentrance the only time you'd feel the sensation of flying, is if you were falling to your death from a cliff or if you were one of the Air elemental and since the other elemental clans don't exactly get a long if you're not of the Air clan, chances are, you'd never get the opportunity to ride one of them as they flew. I was just curious about Russia that's all and also,I was looking for some more of that coffee, is there any around here?"

Deuce sat beside the other two and looked at twain curiously, "You said you could bring someone back from the dead right? tell me more about these skills please!"

[Eyeris]

"Arcturus" is his other name—

I'd rather call him "Star."

It's very mean of Science

To go and interfere! ~Emily Dickinson

Anark the Minecraftian would dream...

He would not dream of his square world, nor was it quite round, it was something strange and in between, its edges hard and soft, familiar and alien.

“You can build it, you know.” A strangers voice touched his ears, there was a man with him in the strange dream space. His head was on fire. “It’s not that they are lying... they just don’t know how to do it.” No, it was not his head that was on fire, it was a white stick in his mouth, he was breathing in the smoke, it became part of him. He dropped the stick, and snuffed out the fire with his coal black boot.

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Twain crossed his arms and faced the Elemental, smiling in amusement. “You’ll have to tell me more about your world sometime, sounds cool. Coffee? Got it!” He crossed to a machine branded with the now familiar Siva-Cup emblem. Twain pushed the emblem, a light began to glow and the machinery softly hummed, within seconds a dark steaming stream of coffee spilled into a thick mug.

Rozalind answered the questions of geography: “Russia is the largest country on our planet. She paused, she found herself unsure how to describe a nation to one who had no point of reference. Yet, somehow he spoke English. "Do you read, Sentrant?" Is that how they referred to themselves? "Give him your tablet." It was really Zesiro's tablet, but Twain always seemed to have it on hand, he considered anything (especially to good stuff) owned by his brother to be mutual 'family property'.

Twain placed the coffee and tablet before the elemental. He demonstrated the basics of the touch-screen technology by googling 'Russia' and opening it's Wikepidia page. Twain smirked, watching the reaction. Did they have something similar to the internet on his home-world? It seemed unlikely, from what Deuce had said thusfar, Twain guessed it was a more primal magical place than Earth.

"As for me... I practice something called a Necromancer, yup, magic and death working hand in hand. You'll find stuff on there about it, but nothing that's true, I wouldn't bother." He sipped his own cup of black coffee trying to sound lofty. "I can't talk too much about it. It's kinda a secret."

Rozalind rolled her eyes. “Don’t confuse him with all that.” She turned to the elemental. “We are going to a very sparsely populated part of this country, a monastery far away from any of the large cities. A monastery is primarily a place of God, do you have religion on Sentence? The consultant we seek is an unusual case, he is also an authority on magic, like the magic used in the ritual. Unlike what you have seen so far in Trident and amongst your companions, Magic is not common knowledge here on Earth.”

[Affili]

Deuce nodded appreciatively as Twain made the coffee and furrowed his brow in thought when Twain showed an interest in Sentrance then smiled
“Well what would you like to know master Twain? Asking me about my world is too general. Suppose I had asked you to tell me about your world? Where would you begin? Ask me a more specific question and I shall answer it for you! Then we will proceed from there if you wish!”

“Do you read Sentrant?” Miss Rozalind asked after telling him a little bit about Russia “Well, I read some of your books in the library back at the base, though how I understand everyone as if they are speaking my own language is still a mystery to me! Sentanients keep written records of their history as well so there are similar libraries back home too. “

He thanked him for the coffee and watched as Twain showed him the basics of the tablet but Deuce was more inclined o speak of their world to them, instead of using the technology and being anti social, so after he flipped the tablet over a few times to examine it and looked at the map of Russia, he set the tablet down on the table and pushed it aside.
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As for me... I practice something called a Necromancer, yup, magic and death working hand in hand. You'll find stuff on there about it, but nothing that's true, I wouldn't bother." He sipped his own cup of black coffee trying to sound lofty. "I can't talk too much about it. It's kinda a secret."

"No miss Rozalind, the idea of death magic or magic in general does not confuse me. In fact the elemental ether that flows within me and every other Sentanient shows similar characteristics to some of the ideas of magic I read about in your libraries, so it seems that not all of the thoughts on magic in your fantasy novels are pointless. I was just curious because recently on Sentrance, a group of elementals have gone rogue and isolated themselves from the rest of the population to experiment with life and death magic. It is not against any laws, just in general, those two forms of magic are considered unnatural to us, and we consider them extremely dangerous because they interfere with the natural life cycles of all of all the Sentanient beings.”

He paused for a moment and puzzled over the religion Rozalind spoke of, a God, religion, there was no deities on Sentrance just the guardians.

“Well miss Rozalind, there are no deities on Sentrance. There are six guardians though and in our history, only four of the six have ever fully manifested to interact with us” he paused for a moment before continuing “The six guardians are ; the guardian of fire, earth, air, and water, and the other two are the guardians ar of life and of death”

His countenance fell and he sighed “However, there have been no reports of any guardians manifesting on Sentrance for many cycles now and it would seem that we have forgotten about them. Before all the wars, everyone was relatively peaceful and the four elemental guardians manifested to walk with the Sentanients quite frequently.”