❛┆KILLER KING

                        Cyrus is frustrated to say the least.                         He has been in this god forsaken                         century for almost an hour and he                         absolutely hates it. His holopad is                         not compatible with this time’s at                         best incredibly slow connection.

                                             More concerning however were his attempts                                              at another jump. He had doubted that he would                                              be able to make the trip home on the very first                                              try. What he had not expected however was to                                             thrown only an hour ahead of where he had started.                                             His second had only been a few minutes. For now                                              at least he was stuck in his current time.

              The teenager began stomping his feet through               the park had landed in both out of frustration               and the need to keep moving. His body was              crying out for rest after the gigantic leap               through time, but he could not. There              was no time for him to slow down              not even for a single second.              He had to get home.

                                                                           -----FWAP! 

                                          The boy collided head on with                                           another person. Anger from                                            being trapped in this primitive                                          wasteland coupled with his                                          exhaustion and general state                                          of being lead him to lash out                                         at the innocent person.

                                                 However like all things involving destroying,                                                  well attempting to destroy the other Kronate                                                  Cyrus had ended up missing his target. This                                                  time, judging by architecture of the city he was                                                  currently doubled over in... 

                                                                                     By at least a few centuries.

                           Cyrus tried his best not to appear                            as completely disoriented as he                            felt.  Which was incredibly difficult                            considering how badly the contents                            of his stomach wanted to make a                            reappearance. Luckily the boy had                            already spent enough of his life as                            a politician’s lapdog and his history                            of strenuous time jumps he was                            already starting to regain his visible                            composure.

                      my touch is BLACK and POISONOUS