Post by Vio on Jan 1, 2015 14:29:06 GMT -5
Goggles adjusted, scarf repositioned over her face, Arelya Gaille trekked through the thick white powder that covered seemingly every inch of the island. From her guess, they were moving up the mountainside, though the fact that everything looked nearly identical made such facts harder to discern. Not to mention the fact that every step was taking three times more effort to make, her boots sinking into the white blanket until her feet were entirely swallowed with every step. It was thoroughly tempting to stop and put her snow shoes on, but the prospect of having to take them off again shortly made her think otherwise. Either way, she did her best to listen to the words of the future version of her Captain as he explained his limp. Kairouseki. She'd heard of it before, though never actually encountered it for herself. She at least knew a little of the science behind it, educated in the fact that the clouds upon which she used to live contained traces of the very same chemical found in the 'Sea Watchtower Stone'. Pyro-something.
"Let's get you two inside and then we'll explain everything," exclaimed the Future Kane as they reached a medium-sized tent half-covered by the snow. It was a simple shelter, really, but they had positioned it where the wind did not blow anywhere near as fiercely; sheltered by a rocky outcrop from the mountain above. Sliding into the sunset-coloured tent behind Kane, Miss Gaille was welcomed by a rather humble little household. A temporary shelter which included all the camping basics: a pair of sleeping bags lay rolled up in the far corner, likely to save space while unneeded, and the visage of a few small crates and two large rucksacks decorated the one side. In the centre was a small contraption that vaguely reminded the inventor of an over-sized Dial, albeit a lot less decorative and red in colour. The man from their future zipped shut the tent's opening now that the four of them had entered, blocking out the cold and the howls of the chill mountain breeze.
"Phew," Arelya, her future self that is, huffed as she rested the odd contraption she carried on the ground beside the rucksacks. It clacked within its blanket as she did so, a distinctive sound of loosened metal that indicated the numerous parts that formed its design. Whatever kind of weapon it was, it was relatively primitive, yet clearly effective. Did it use Dials? If it did, why was it so large? A Flame Dial, Arelya remembered, was only the size of a man's fist, yet could spew forth just as much flame as that. Regardless, the younger self's emerald eyes watched cautiously as her older self got to work on the smaller device on the floor, igniting a flame within using nothing more than a match.Within about ten seconds or so, the object was casting out a warm amber light that flickered softly with their breathing, steadily balancing the temperature within.
"Anyway," pulling her hood down, as did Kane from the future, the older Arelya began to speak again as she slowly took away the outer layers of her get-up. "the short of it is that we traveled back in time to put an end to something that we... kinda started."
We? More like him... Pouting a little at the idea of sharing the blame, the Skypiean shipwright listened tentatively, her interest now piqued at least a little as the gradual warmth of the heating system began to penetrate the layers of her coat. Her gaze, however, was a little more focused on her future self than anything else. Though she looked near identical in many respects - the emerald green eyes and the lime locks - there were other features that seemed a little off, but were likely explained by the passage of time. Unlike her own tea-stained flesh tone, the other Arelya was a tad fairer, though maybe that was a direct result of the wintry climate and lack of exposure to the sun? However, there was even a little trace of envy welling up inside herself as she peered at the woman's physique. A lot more trim and toned, there was a certain attractiveness about her that the present form did not possess. Curves. The green-haired girl's body was not so graciously endowed with a womanly figure, but apparently the future held surprises for her. The issue was, that was years away - near enough a decade - and her insecurity made her twiddle with her goggles.
"Yeah. You guys do realise that there is a Marine base on Karakuri, right? It's only small, but it's still a problem. That's why we decided to stay out of town." Commented the future redhead, having also peeled back enough layers to reveal a slightly more muscular build than the present version. At least his figure wasn't drastically different, though maybe that was because the young man already possessed ridiculous degrees of strength and ability. Beyond the human level when pushed to his limits. She knew full well that such power was on her side, but what of the others? Still the tinkerer was uncertain of what to think of their future versions, despite all the evidence that pointed to it.
"Tch! Of course we'd know, else they wouldn't be here right now!" Barked his comrade, once again demonstrating the likeness between present (or past) and future (or present). Gah! Time travel talk! The two of them were no down to similar clothing - jumpers and thick trousers - that matched their colour schemes of red and of green. Now, with the innards of the tent heated sufficiently, the inventor followed suit and steadily removed the outermost layers in an attempt to let the warmth sink into her body.
"Heh. At least it's not Port West." Arelya added quietly, stifling a cold chill from running down her spine at the thought of all that had happened there. By now, she was a little more used to the presence of Marines, but the fact she now had a bounty on her head made it awkward for her when they were around. Oddly, she hadn't seen a single uniform or navy ship since arriving on the island, though that could have been because she had not been looking for it. She looked at her future self, and she stared back at her like a reflection in the mirror.
"U-uh... Yeah..." Her response was hesitant, the look in her eyes a little worrisome. Understandable, given the events that she had just been reminded of. Did it really still trouble her so many years down the line? Probably. That image of a half-collapsed fortress, dead Marines scattered everywhere and that terrifying disco ball of evil was still ripe in the present self's mind. It couldn't have dulled too much, no matter what else she had seen. The thought of more horrific sights did make her shiver, however. What could be worse than that? Well, anything that reminded her of Enel's reign of Skypiea was the answer to such a question...Sorry it took ages! Finally rebuilt the muse needed to post for this.