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The room was getting crowded. Nudging Hirsch Wolfe nodded toward the the conference room. Hirsch took the lead out, Wolfe followed. They walked in silence down the short hall until they came to the conference room door.
Hirsch walked in first, it appeared there were still individuals in the conference room, plus a dog. Someone was continuing the briefing. It had appeared they entered as the speaker transitioned over to items found at the site.
When the image of an old sword took up the screen, Wolfes breathe caught in his throat.

'That sword...?' he thought. It couldn't be the one from the temple in Afghanistan. Even though it being just a picture, Wolfes heart begain to pound, his body temp began to spike causing him to sweat, profusely, his breathing became ragged. Wolfes consciousness became...obscure for a moment. The closest thing one could compare was a borderline overdose of a powerful psychedelic, such as DMT or LSD.
The pounding began to flood his ears, he stared at that sword, a grip on his self, then the picture changed, a dog barked. As if a thousand pounds of pressure were lifted, Wolfe exhaled sharply and recoiled from the experience.
"Hey, Wolfe, what's up man?" Hirsch asked concerned.
"N-nothing," Wolfe cleared his throat, "Must've just...a ... Dizzy spell, probably lost my depth perception I think. I'm good now."
Truth be told, he did feel good, in fact...now, he felt great.

What are you afraid of?

Mujahideen lol.

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They we're running, awkwardly, but running with the old man carried between them. Wolfe led the way, remembering his way back to the medical wing.

"Over here," Wolfe called out. They came to a door label H-Room-123. When Wolfe kicked the door open he was relieved to see it was a hostpital room.

They got the old man down on the bed, a few of the others followed in toe.

Hirsch got a confused look on his face.

"Dude, Wolfe, check it out," Hirsch said pointing to the old man. His face began to change to the color blue and frost began to appear around his nose and lips.

"Dawg this ain't no normal hypothermia."

One of the others moved in to take care of the old man. Hirsch tried to stick around and a watch, only to be pulled by the collar away from the group now around the old man.

(now)

The two marines stood near the doorway.
Wolfe genuinely concerned for the old man, and curious about how he can get hypothermia.

Hirsch however was trying to sneak away to go talk to the redhead women he had seen earlier, only to be halted a glare from Wolfe.

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I should be getting a post up soon, been a hectic week.

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I have indigestion, don't eat Dominos pizza 15 minutes before you go to bed...

Anywhoo

Let's get this pig moving. Should I go ahead and make a short post? To bridge the sequences of events toghether? Or maybe twain gets some screen time?

The Great 'What's The Best Final Fantasy?' Debate Thread.

I played 7-12 and only liked 7. The rest had me bored to death, and all the ones after 12 just did not appeal to me.

Super stoked they are remaking 7.

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Wolfe couldn't believe his eyes, actual sentient non humans, here with him now. It was as if he stepped into the weirdest mashup sci fi flick. Like some of the tv shows he'd watch as a kid. When a man came in, who's name was Twain, Wolfe half expect to hear about the Stargate project, though that fantasy was quickly snuffed.
As it turned out, the multiverse theory was true, and, if that meant there were separate universes interconnected, then some form of time travel is also possible, thus proving time is shperical, not linear. However, ending up in the proper universe, at the right time is the trick. Apparently Wolfe, and Hirsch both hit that lottery, not so much for most of the people in this room.
Wolfe looked over at Hirsch, he was making googly eyes at a young, tough looking red head, Wolfe punched him in the arm.

"Pay attention you walking penis."

The brief continued.

Wolfe began to get a slight feeling in his gut, he surveyed the room, eyes settling on an old man, who looked a bit flush, he was breathing heavily, and kept placing a hand over his chest.

As soon as the brief had concluded, Wolfe was going to ask a question, when the old man staggered up and out of the conference room.
Wolfe gut twitched, a man in a hooded cloak followed.

Wolfe sat a few more moments before getting up and heading to the door to check the situation, when the hooded man called out.

"Maybe someone should get a doctor of some sort?"

Wolfe took off out the door, Hirsch followed sensing his team leaders urgency.

Wolfe and Hirsch arrived outside to see the old man on the floor, he looked severly ill. More people began to show up.

"Hirsch let's get him to an infirmary, chair carry," Wolfe said.
"Roger that," Hirsch said.

The sat the old man up, both Hirsch and Wolfe interlocked arms behind the man, on his back, and under his legs, creating a chair of arms. They stood up, Wolfe looked to the hooded man. Wolfe took the lead and headed toward where he had woken up.

"Don't worry gramps," Hirsch said. "We'll get ya fixed up in time for Matlock."

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Thought I would give some comic relief.

Since Hirsch is going to be a continuing character should I make up a CS for him?

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This was alot for Wolfe to take in. It was 2016, and Hirsch was here. Wolfe felt a bit better knowing Hirch would be around.

"Ok, so somehow, I was sent 4 years into the future?" Wolfe asked.

"It seems that way," Gemma replied.

Wolf began to ask other questions. Sports championships won, political changes in the last 4 years. The end of the war.

"It appears you are from this current timeline, from my universe, or our universe," she said correcting her self.

"Our universe? The multiverse theory?"

Gemma giggled. "It isn't so much a theory anymore, more of a secretive fact now...you'll see soon enough."

"What about Hirsch can I see him?"

"Of course, you will be escorted to another room, your clothing should be there as well." Gemma said.

"What about my gear, and weapon?" Wolfe asked concerned.

"Oh, yes, we have all your equipment in a storage locker, and your rifle is in our armory, don't worry about that now, go, see your friend I am sure your anxious to meet up with him."

They exhanged pleasantries and both headed out of the room, Wolfe following Gemma.

A large bald man in all black placed a hand lightly on Wolfe shoulder.

"This way sir, I'll show you to your friend."

A few minutes later Wolfe walked into a small room with a couch, a table, a small tv, and a mirror/sink on the car wall. Their uniforms folded on the table.

"Wolfe!" Hirsch exclaimed. Moving to each other they grasped their right hands toghether and brought it in for a hug, the bro hug if you will.

"Damn ma'fucker I thought you were vapor after that wave hit you."

"Nah man you know I can't be offed that easily."

"Ya you're too ugly to die," Hirsch laughed, they both laughed, merely just relieved that they are both alive.

"Dude did you know its 2016?" Hirsch asked.

"Yea man, somehow, that crystal had temporal relocating technology, I'm guessing it didn't go off right, we were sent into the multiverse, luckily we ended up back on earth, Russia to be exact."

Hirsch looked at Wolfe confused, Wolfe sighed.

"It was magic," Wolfe said.

"Ahhh, makes sense now," Hirsch nodded, then asked, "Bruh, sup wit your hair G? You going trendy on me?"

"The hell you talking about?" Wolfe asked confused. Hirsch moved Wolfe over to a mirror, sure enough, Wolf had a streak of white hair along his hairline where bangs would be.
Wolfe wondered for a moment, when did that happen? Then it hit him, a memory flashed passed him, the memory of that place he was before he woke up in Russia. He shuddered a bit at the memory.

"You good man?" Hirsch asked concerned.

"Hey, when you got hit by the wave, what happened to you, what do you remember?" He asked Hirsch.

He thought for a moment, then spoke, "Well, all I remember was seeing black, but I could hear my own breathing, and heartbeat, after that another flash, and I was somewhere on my back outside, then I blacked out, you?"

"Same," Wolfe said, he didn't tell Hirsch about his rendezvous with hell.

"So, what the fuck is going on? Where are we? Who are we with?" Hirsch asked.

"I was told that it will all be explained shortly, once we're dressed," Wolfe said reaching for his desert MARPAT uniform.

They began to get dressed, their uniforms had been washed and felt clean and crisp putting them on. Once their utilities were on that stepped outside. The large man escorted them down the hall to a set of double doors label "Confrence Room."

They stepped inside, only to see an array of characters, some of these people had odd clothing. All eyes turned to the two marines who just walked in. Hirsch stepped in front, slightly raised his arms and loudly proclaimed, "Howdy! I'm here for the gangbang!"

Only to be slapped on the back of the head by Wolfe.
"Goddamnit Hirsch, we are here less than 10 seconds and you already make us look like jerkoffs. God. Damnit. Hirsch. Just sit down you moron." Wolfe said with a hand to his face.

They took their seat. Wolfe looking reserved and stoic, Hirsch sitting there making eyes at a young red head he spotted.

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"This might sound like a weird question but... Uh... What years is it? I'm also need you to tell me why you were in Russian at the castle."

This time it was Wolfes turn to knit his eyebrows together. 'year? Why would she want to know what year it is? She think I have amneisia? And a castle...?' his thoughts raced. He focused, and retraced his steps, the mountain in Afghanistan, the ruined temple, LT acting up, that crystal... And where he went after. The thought of that place of fire and monsters sent a chill down his spine.

He looked and Gemma and answered. He wasn't sure what her angle was, but he decided to be blunt, even if he is a POW of some sort, Wolfe doesn't have any relevant Intel enemy forces need.

"It's 2012, I was stationed in Kandahar Afghanistan." he said before swilling down the entire cup of coffee next to him. Weak, but not bad.

"As far as being in some castle in Russia, I have no idea, you see, as hard as it is going to be to believe, my team and I were in some ruined temple on the side of a mountain-in Afghanistan," he stressed, "there was a crystal, and some people in robes, they had some woman crucified and they cut her down the stomach with a blade, a sword, and something came out! My LT went batshit, and approached the group like he was back on the block, I decided to fire a grenade and neutralize the threat.... After my LT touched that crystal... He... Evaporated. I got caught up in a wave of red light, and that was it... Here I am."

Wolfe left out the part about his visit to hell, as he is now refering to it as. He figured his story was unbelievable as it was, as well as the sword.

"Wait! My team, where are my guys?" Wolfe began to sound a bit worried.