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Time traveling has its perks and downfalls. One of said downfalls is that sometimes even the most neutral outfit, consisting of a simple plain colored T-shirt and jeans fails to stand the test of time. Their casual dress makes them stand out like a sore thumb. Hence, they find themselves slipping into the shadows in order to by themselves some time. Surely there’s something they can do to blend in a bit better?

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Her garden was vast; miles upon miles of thick canopy and foliage that served as her hunting grounds and her sanctuary. Alive with the sounds of twisted and macabre wildlife, an echo and fragmented memory of what her life had been like before. The narrow hunting trails lit with the glowing fungi and flora she’d carefully cultivated over centuries.

Centuries?

Had it been that long?

Time was nonsense in the warp. For all she knew, she could step beyond the bounds of her territory and back into the same exact moment in reality that she left. She didn’t want to, of course. Out there was pain, and sadness. A reminder of all that she had failed to protect.

But here?

She had everything she wanted. Her sanctuary, and her children. Beautiful and serpentine just like their mother, though not quite as vast as she. Her existence here was a happy one, where she could tend to the garden, and lounge across the vast canopy of trees with ease.

But today her children called. An intruder in their garden. So she slithered among the limbs of trees, very curious to the unwitting visitor.

It was by mere chance alone that he happened to hear his name cried out. Such was not unusual, these people often cried his name, usually it was a curse or a threat however. Usually, his name was used to invoke terror in another. A mother frightening an unruly child, a worker trying to ward off a would-be mugger, not like this.

Aww, honey, so was I—and then I got up early to call a friend in a different time zone! So yes, absolutely, a nap is in order. Come join me and the cats in our pile of blankets. :)

Clay looked at her for a moment, trying to think of any other plan that didn’t involve the possibility of getting buried and impailed if the ceiling collapsed on them as well but seeing as he didn’t notice any grenades on either of his allies it was really the only option as the cultists didn’t seem to be running out Of ammunition at the moment. “The emperor protects.” He muttered under his breath and nodded, giving her the go ahead.

“Emperor protects,” she repeats quietly and fervently. She doesn’t like this plan either, but it’s the best she can come up with on the fly, and there isn’t time to sit and think.