Prompt: messer, repier, sabre, star trekking, gorget, armor, bodice, curiass, brigandine, plasteel, terracotta, armorer, laser musket.
Verse Nickname: “Timeless River”
Verse Information: This universe seems to be trapped in multiple different periods of time at once; the Stone Age, Medieval Times, the time of the First World War, and some kind of post-apocalyptic future time with space travel. The best way to describe it is a post-apocalyptic wasteland, but without some of the knowledge and technological advances we’ve had today. Most of the war zone going through the world is centred in on France, though due to a lack of time to respond, inhabitants continue to reside in the battlegrounds, trying their best to live in a time of war
You find yourself in what appears to be a warlike battlefield, with a mixture of poppies and marigolds growing, though very clearly mutated and just… wrong, with buds abnormally large when compared to the flower’s overall structure or colours bleeding out onto the ground
Nothing beside remains. It’s just barren, with flat lands that seemingly lead outwards into wafts of vibrant blue light and smoke, the sounds of cries and screaming audible all around you. The ground underneath you gurgles as thick mud shifts under every minuscule movement you make
//i look to see what i am wearing and what kit i have
You look down at yourself, the small shifts making the mud beneath your feet gurgle and shift again. You’re just wearing whatever clothing you were wearing when you got here; that’s basically to say that you don’t have anything protective against anything in this scenario
On your person is just your phone and your wallet, both in opposite pants pockets; your phone in your left and your wallet in your right
Just as you’re checking what you’re wearing, a laser blast shoots by you, narrowly missing you by like a millimetre
The silhouette of a person approaching you comes out from the misty distance, holding a gun in their hands
“Поднимите руки вверх!” The feminine voice shouts, before pausing. She reaches up to something on her neck, still pointing her gun towards you “Не двигайся! Бля...”
As she fiddles with the object on her throat, the sound of digital glitching can be heard, before she continues to approach, gun still pointed at you
“Raise your hands!” She suddenly shouts, though her mouth clearly isn’t speaking in English “Or I’ll shoot!”
She’s wearing what can only be described as a Medieval-style jacket with a modern camouflage pattern and the occasional futuristic technology piece or patch of jaguar fur on her body. She’s wearing a stereotypical 1950’s housewife-style hairstyle too
//i slowly raise my hands and shout "dont shoot! nyet shoot! tovarisch! not enemy!" i realize i probably look ridiculous, wearing a tunic, WW1 puttees, 1960s slacks, modern above ankle hiking boots, and my vietnamese cone hat, having gone for a hike before i somehow ended up here
The woman messes about with something on her ear too as she approaches, still pointing her futuristic laser gun at you. She points it at your chest before speaking… silently. After a delay, her voice comes out of the device on her throat- some kind of translator
“State your business. Why are you here?”
//"i was hiking and i touched a weird rock, after checking it wasnt radioactive -ppauses- um... do you know what radioactivity is? answer after i explain please, and i appeared here. that i look like i was dressed for here... kinda... isn't cause i was. i mean, i was, but not actually here, i was hiking up in... well i suppose it doesnt really matter anymore. i was hiking in places i technically wasnt supposed to be and it gets really muddy and wet and rocky in places... and shitty, quite litterally. sometimes i would pass through cattle and pork farms, more speciffically their manure areas, so i dress like... this." -i lower my arms a bit- can i fully lower them? they are aching rather badly. i realize i used tovarisch wrongly but i dont know how that translation unit of yours, i'm assuming that is what is causing us to be able to communicate, worked, if it was only one way or if it worked for both. as far as when i'm from, where i am from we use the gregorian calendar and it's the year two thousand and twenty seven
The woman stares at you intently, clearly not believing your story… or maybe she’s trying to understand it? It’s hard to tell what’s going on in her head. She then suddenly grabs you by the ear, putting the gun towards your head
“Say a single word and I’ll shoot, you hear me?” She stares down at you, her eyes piercing as she awaits an answer
//I shrug, motion zipped lips before showing her the zipper on my pockets to explain the motion, then motion to her to lead via pointing to her, walking motion on my hand, pointing to me, point to my third finger on my right hand, walking motion again but with the third finger dragging beside/behind to try and signal for her to lead. i also take the pistol and moves it to the gut before remembering i have my phone on me and can type, so i type up a message and show her "sure, sure, you lead, i follow, i dont want any trouble, i moved the gun position on me so you can interogate me before i die if i try to attack, which i wont, but i understand this makes you feel safer. why can't we talk aloud? press on the screen and a keyboard will come up, if i'm right and you can read this, then you hopefully can type in it too. a use the keyboard to type a message to me so whoever is listening, cause i'm guessing that's why i can't talk now, wont hear us. where am i? what year is it? what is this place?"
She turns to look at the phone, clearly intrigued by your behaviour. She seems to recognise your typing as English, but isn’t able to understand it, as evidenced by her face. She takes your phone from you, placing it in her pocket for safe keeping
“Can’t read English” she says through the translator on her throat “Keep on telling the fools back at base to give us translator glasses, but nope! Won’t do it”
She continues to walk with her gun practically touching you at this point, returning it to its original position
“Save your words for when we get to base” she says, in a slightly more emotionless and dissonant voice. She just stares out at the distance as she walks forward, clearly knowing exactly where she’s going
After a couple of minutes, you both end up at what can only be described as a series of small trenches, with soldiers of various appearances ducked down below the dirt, guns at the ready for an intruder to shoot. They all tilt their guns to the woman initially before she speaks, the translator deactivated
“Я поймал странника! Не стреляйте!” Then, all the soldiers lower their weapons in an instant. She takes you down to the trenches, her voice translated again “Watch the steps”
The stairs into the trenches are rackety and uneven, seemingly stone-like in appearance. She leads you through the trenches, every soldier eyeing you as you walk past
Eventually, you find yourself in a room labelled “Допрос”, the woman throwing you in. All that’s in the room are metallic grey walls, a mirror on one of those walls (most obviously one-way), and a table and a chair in the centre of the room
“Make yourself comfortable,” the woman recommends. “The boss will be in shortly”
She slams the door behind her, leaving you completely isolated (and without your phone)
//i explore the room a little bit, seeing what there is to drink as i'm thirsty, and look to see where i should sit
There doesn’t seem to be anything to drink around you. Just a long table and a chair opposite the (obviously) one-way mirror on the wall, right next to the table
//-pulls up the chair in front of the mirror- well i presume there is someone behind this and i dont feel like dying without someone hearing this, so here goes.
My name contains Samuel. it's the first half of my middle name, Samuel-Ray.
my phone has no signal, but it has maps, language translations, the entirety of the digital encyclopedia known as wikipedia on it.
it also contains some other stuff i have that i would rather you not touch of a more adult nature.
it's in the pictues, the gallery.
so if you go into the gallery, feel free to look at recent, but avoid going far down. i have it sorted by date.
there's also documents on there, for munitions and such.
i would reload mu own munitions for hunting and recreation back where i came from.
where i came from it was the year 2027, i built the phone so it uses an atomic battery, has a geiger counter built in, and has over a terrabyte of memory.
you sending people out with only audio translation matrixes is not a good idea.
i was out hiking when i touched a strange rock.
it looked like the sort of glass or slag you might see after a massive explosion yet inside a rock, an agate speciffically.
-i ramble on like this for a while, talking about my hobbies such as the SCA, cycling, drawing, etc, going into a lot of detail about what the SCA is-
i do Rapier only but it's bassically the same as cut and thrust, the only difference is cut and thrust has slightly more armor and slaps are allowed, at least from my understanding. i also know how to reload ammo, i can spin yarn and thread, i can fish and hunt and garden, i had a lot of allergies but i'm feeling better here.
feeling stronger and more virile so i suspect at least some are gone, possibly all.
i have a little bit of knowledge about a vast amount of topics.
While you ramble, the door slowly starts to swing open. Another soldier walking in- this time, a male soldier. He doesn’t seem to have any weapons on him at all, simply walking over to the side of the table missing a chair
The man speaks silently again, the translator on his neck doing all the work. “Please, sit down”
//I sit, and wait for him to speak
The man reaches into his coat, revealing a brown envelope with undeniably Russian text on it, though the man moves the envelope too quickly to be able to read it
He places the envelope on the table in front of you, opening it up to reveal a series of photographs, of monuments that seem vaguely familiar to you as they’re all warped;
The Kaaba, Mecca; a cubic square of dull, grey rock with some kind of 1960’s-era CRT screen denoting it’s Saudi Arabian markings, though it seems to have been bombed at one end, a crater visibly showing on one end and the CRT glitching and warping uncontrollably
The Eiffel Tower, Paris; Also made of stone, but with a more cubic design than what’s typically known of the tower. Furthermore, it seems to have been snapped in half like a twig, clipping halfway through a similarly-waterlogged muddy wasteland to the one you trudged through after entering this universe
Rainbow Bridge, Tokyo; made using a paper-lantern inspired design, though with a mixture of distorted CRT screens and glass. The entire thing appears to have shattered though, half of it sinking down into the Pacific Ocean
The man separates the three images so that they’re easily visible in your view, before speaking through the translator
“I don’t think I need to explain to you that there’s a war going on right now, but I think I need an explanation as to why you were just… wandering about in a designated warzone as if nothing was happening”
//"short answer? I appeared there and was trying to figure out what was going on. Long answer? I'm trying to gather an explanation myself, based on those versions of the Eiffel tower, rainbow bridge, and the Kabba in Mecca, I think I somehow walked through a portal or phased through a dimension barrier or shimmied through a shimmer or something and ended up in this universe instead of home. This place seems... Very different, much less time locked than my home realm"
He squints his eyes, looking at you with a clear skepticism present in him
“So… what you mean to tell me… is that you’re a Пономаренко? An… interdimensional traveller of sorts?”
“Hm…” He pauses for a moment, contemplating before pressing a button on the side of his tool belt. The sound of distant alarms- more akin to monstrous bellowing or a human scream- follows shortly after
“You shouldn’t have said that, товарищ”
It's not like you couldn't have figured it out
I could be a time traveler, depending on if this is a set time
Two men come in through the door to the room, wearing similar outfits to the other man in front of you but ultimately less soldier-like. The two men grab your arms, holding you with near-death grips as if ready to escort a criminal
The soldier pipes up again “That’s… not the problem, товарищ. The problem is that you’ve just confirmed that alternate universes exist and, best of all, that you travelled here- presumably with some device of some sort”
The soldier becomes almost uncomfortably close to your face, gripping at the collar of your shirt to bring you even closer. “You have this… power- a power that everyone wants; especially me”
The man pulls off a wicked smile, before letting go of your shirt
“Отведите их на обследование!” The soldier commands, the two other men bringing you out of the room with their hands holding your arms
//"I have no device before my phone, but I can take you to where I appeared and we can try scanning it with my phone and whatever technologies you have. I suspect it was a tear in spacetime"
The soldiers don’t seem to register your speech or understand what you’re saying. Or maybe they just don’t care. One of the two
In the end, they throw you into a room labelled ‘Дезактивация’, though it’s only labelled with a sort of slab of rock and some gooey, green adhesive. There’s something underneath that label for sure; not that you’d know what it was, as you’re thrown into the grey concrete room, some kind of late-1930’s-era shower heads lining the edges of the ceiling
//FUCK FUCK FUCK this had better not be THAT type of shower
The showers activate, pouring out what appears to be steam, but with a cyan-ish tint to it. It’s also accompanied by a minimal increase in volume and the smell of peppermint, or… no! Is it spearmint? Definitely minty, but difficult to put a finger on. Probably due to the fact that this sterilisation gas seems to be depleting your energy and stamina at an alarmingly fast rate
//*I immediately calm down and take shallow breaths to allow myself to stay conscious for as long as possible*
No matter how long you try to hold your breath, the gas just keeps coming, slowly tiring you, the last thing you see being the view of the room you’re currently trapped within…
ERROR: NEUROS LINK™ DEVICE SHOT
load temporary_deactivation_protocol
awaiting reactivation_signal…
