Time was an interesting aspect, one she often toyed with, her studies and attention were all directed to bending the spectrum to her will. Toying with the fabrics of fate and events set into stone, it had originally been a fleeting idea; to try and look back onto the wrongs of the world, she had only wanted to know. But curiosity had often left a bitter streak in her heart, and some things were worth not knowing -- she couldn't right the wrongs of every blemish in time, but she could, at least, save many who had perished in the blast and war. Her mother warned her plenty of times that meddling into the past would effect the future beyond reason, the whole quote of 'should you step on a butterfly' came into lecture often.
Everything happens for a reason, but she could not fathom the morals and reasoning behind the destruction of a city and the deaths found in war.
The world was a dark, crusted place now, void of life with fissures across the surface like the picture of a broken doll -- cracked and yet still beautiful somehow in the destruction. She watched the road -if one could call it that- carefully, being mindful of the time and glancing towards her watch often, as if willing the hands of the piece to slow. Time was so precious, always happening, things always going. Jessie flexed her grip on the steering wheel, gloves tightening over her knuckles that paled beneath the leather.
So many things could go wrong, she thought, her lips twisting into a grimace. The world couldn't afford their failure, for what was living if the united and free were separated and pitted against one another on terms of the pure, the brave, and the rebellious - the shunned. Jessie was intelligent, bold, and confident, but her heart still twisted painfully in her breast at the very thought of the trip into time would become nothing but a bust.
"Can't lose face now," she murmured, casting a glance to her reflection in the rear-view mirror. Grey-green eyes stared back at her, defined by the arch of her brow and the flutter of her lash. Her thick, brunette locks were pulled back and secured in a leather-cord-bound ponytail and high on her crown, causing a minor headache to creep up along her temples. The longest tresses brushed the blades of her black and few stray forelocks fell in a sweep to the left, only to be tucked behind pierced ears.
Jessie had attempted to appear professional, she was a genius after all, and yet maintain her overall feminine appearance. Leather seemed to be the choice and preferred, all dark and new in the jacket she donned for and the belts looped around her waist, pocketed with her tools of the trade in Science. Denim encased her legs, the practical choice, all dark in their new purchase. The only well-worn article was the ashen brown blouse she wore beneath the leather, graffiti print long since chipped and once being the embellishment of a band she favoured in college.
She cast her glance to her watch once again, she figured others had already arrived, and by the darkening sky she knew she didn't have much time left. Jessie made her exit, avoided potholes and large fissures in the asphalt and allowed her headlights to guide her - the supplied vehicle she drove was black in finish, a Chevrolet pickup that she had no experience in driving. She cursed when her booted foot came down on the brake, hard, lights shining on the two individuals already there. She immediately recognized Gregory and her lips twisted into a smile, the other man -armed to the ready and teeth- she only knew from the pictures presented in his file.
A good choice, they had supplied.
The scientist exited from her vehicle with a huff after twisting and yanking the key from the ignition, and jumping down from the cab with a comical wince. She reached back for her duffel, the weighted bag dug into her shoulder and she shifted the strap carefully as she headed towards the duo. Dust swirled around her footfalls, kicking up in the night air, she arrived with five minutes to spare and it appeared that the last of their quartet had yet to arrive.
"Hello boys," she chirped, absently waving smoke away from her face. "I'm pleased you both could make it, I trust the trip wasn't too bad?" Jessie inquired and pocketed her keys. She observed the hand Snow-man had offered and let her gaze fall to the other man, she knew the basics of the profile her associates had gathered. A rebellious faction and ex-military, she nodded her head in approval and palmed the firearm at her waist.
They had to be prepared for anything - she was pleased to see that they had thought the same.
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