#temporalchaos

temporalchaos

Blue skin? Out of all the survivors he had brought to his islands, not a single one of them had such strange skin color. Indeed, even the monsters and creatures who inhabited such a place didn’t have anything close to this hue. Maybe fur, but not skin color itself. And by the looks of this man... he looked like a scientist.

Oh, the experiences Maxwell had with scientists.

Staring, staring and just a little bit more staring.

This person was a lot like Tony but he was not Tony. Even if she was sure that this man was also full of ticks and tocks with tricks up his knicks, they were most surely very different. And for some reason, it left her feeling frustrated... and a little happy. But regardless of that, she craned her neck up and up and up at the very tall man, smiling as wide as she could.

What is their typical response to being given orders?

You really couldn't disguise somebody like Entropy - er, N. Tropy - just by putting him in a nice outfit and a mask. He stood out no matter what he wore. Nothing wrong with that, Cloud supposed... just meant that it made the mask rather pointless. Then again, the same went for any two people who hadn't met.

In any case, he found the man by a display case of some kind of stylized, golden hourglass. Not exactly surprising, was it? Who knew where else the man would be. 

Cloud wondered if the hourglass was from Tropy's world, or another. If it was in the museum, presumably it had some kind of importance. Might as well ask, he supposed. He, at least, had some free time at the moment. And anything to keep him away from that conga line.

        “Well, this is new.”

        The woman looked the other over, nothing phasing her quite so much. She'd seen much different, but the thing that struck her the most was the hue of skin shared between them. Now, it wasn't every day Mystique found herself face to face with someone such as this.

        It was that time again. The wonderful time where she tries to be brave and ultimately runs back inside to the safety of her room. This time, though, she'd just use the window to leave after a brief and relaxing stint on the tambourine. The girl gathered some things in her backpack and put her bunny safely inside with a little treat and a toy. Clutching a book or two of animals to her chest, she opened the window and stared out. It was...really really high. Was it really worth the effort? Maybe she didn't need food after all.

        With a good, hard shove from the rabbit on her back, the girl toppled out of the window anyway. It took a good moment for her to even realise she had wings, but when she did she spread them and took off into the skies. Once she was up there, it wasn't as bad, especially compared to the crowds below. She couldn't stay in the air forever, though, so she eventually landed in one of the sectors as her wings began to feel as though they might give out.

        Way too many people, was this the shopping district? She wasn't sure, she'd never actually explored it yet, had she? To her defence, she made it further than she usually did, but it was time to back out now. The girl quite literally backed away from the crowds of people, only to bump right into someone. Fluttershy gave out a small squeak, almost dropping the books in her hands, as her wings fluttered, annoyed by the touch, before she turned to apologise to whoever it was. Upon sight, the girl faced her own height before freezing and tilting her head to look up at the very tall man. Wings fluttered again before cementing themselves to her back and sides as the pony ears on top of her head fell backwards against her hair. As if it wasn't already obvious she was afraid, the ears and wings always gave it away more.

"Excuse me! Um--" Kouta paused, suddenly noticing the person's rather.... unique appearance. A.... clock? "--Ah, I-I mean, um, d-do you know which way the main street is, sir?"