Well, to tell the truth, this shortie would have liked to be only a little affix, but... things have changed. It seems momentary it will be a whole story.(Note: independent from my other one which soon will be uploaded too)

Chapter 2 - Anything predictable

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"It's- uh- am- all right, I think." said the local then, certainly not referring with the momentary shock to the just now broken other piece of equipment. And after it, a strong headshake convinced the younger, that against the shakenly voiced words, it wasn't clear at all. "I am just- I'll sit down now. I need to take a deep breath. Sit down and-"

"We are sitting." noted the brunette confusedly. Seemingly, the plain note made wake up the other from the stupor, because the older suddenly marked to him boredly, raising an eyebrow. "Okey, okey, it was just a comment." he lifted his hands in defence against the killing pale blue eyes.

"A definitely obvious observation, thank you." moaned to him the guy wearily, then gazed to the rest of the collapsed table, like it would have bespoke the answer for the untold questions. It apparently didn't say anything at all, but the pieces on the ground actually - undoubtedly - showed the current state. It was an inexplicable mess. A totally physically formed medley stage from the past days.

"So. Just get it right for a moment. If I am not visioning this whole conversation from the exhausting or from an untested compound..." was it started thoughtfully. "Then, and none but only that case, what you just said is the truth." raised the vision to the guest the black haired slowly.

"It's all true."

"Oh... that changes some things then..." sighed the local in a brown study and laid back as it was possible in the weak chair and with the resting animal on the shoulder. A short silence followed the note, then as the racoon slightly poked the elder's neck, the still was broken. "Which century exactly?" was taken the almost inaudible question.

"Twenty-first. Cavendish and Dakota came from the late twenty-second if I remember well. 2175 actually." the younger said and suddenly he felt like he would have been on an interview or telling a bad news for someone.

The elder slowly looked around in the dim place and then the bright blue eyes stucked on the map on the wall, observing the well-organised notes, examinations, drawings and lines through that all across the vertical surface.

"In the end, it all doesn't count, does it?" was fixed the vision like a blank gaze to the certain part of the room. "If I managed to free my father or made Corona and the princess pay, you couldn't tell. It was - as you said - hundreds of years ago. Your friends can't even tell it. They have came more farer." was minded somewhat on a breaking voice.

After a short, dead silence, as the animal purred sadly, giving with it the greatest imaginable empathy, the owner stroked through his grey fur, managing to smile a little. The dark haired then regarded to the younger. "Otherwise, as my little compeer pointed at on his shy way, I've missed to introduce myself. I'm Varian." was reached suddenly a gloved hand towards the boy. The brunette faintly answered the greeting, trying to catch abrupt the other's sinuous mood swings.

"Hello Varian." he said then, managing to get in fine a little courage to himself from the surprise. "Nice to meet ya." smiled he to the elder, who all of a sudden grinned as they then left each other.

"Nice?" chuckled immediately the dark haired to the expression. "Well, surely, you don't know me, kid. Within Corona, people don't say it's nice to know me. As I reckon, even outside of the Wall. I've managed to create a quite great reputation lately." was it voiced crypticly. "Let me tell you an unknown secret: a promise is a promise. Unbreakable. And I can be very blind and strict with it."

Confusedly he stared to the other for a moment then as a slight smile appeared on the pale face, he calmed a bit. Whether he has became misgiving during each voiced thought or not, they have been after all just strangers to one an other. Maybe he just couldn't make out much the guy - yet. Not even considering the obvious time gap within them. "Don't worry, Milo. It's not referred to you." was it attached.

"It doesn't?" he asked hopefully.

"At all." was he ensured kindly. Then the younger has became observed friendly, like the man has used to mark someone figuring out how to prepare the other to the worst. "Listen, kid, I don't want to be the one, who get you down, but if it's all true what you said, then, I don't think they will come back for you soon - or aught."

"I wouldn't worry." he corrected the other's sceptic thoughts eftsoons with a shrug. "Dakota and Cavendish could solve everything. They just need time to get back. In the time stream they hardly can repair the vehicle but if they find a place and time for the readjustments, it will be their first to do, I am sure."

He was sounded determined, confident completely. And that was far enough. The elder stood up and stepped to the working desk, looking for some empty papers. As those were found, and a piece of coal was handed, the examination on the shared issue has been started. After a few minutes, as some pages were filled, the dark haired turned back to the guest.

"How is your memory?"

"M-my memory?" looked puzzled the weirdly clothed one, just as the sounded question would have been a total non sequitur.

"I mean, could you draw them? The vehicle, and your friends. The time stream. I need every single detail to help you back your time. How it works, what is needed for it. And what have you. You got me, right?" was it explained, then the elder added seriously. "Because you wouldn't like to stuck here, would you? This era is dangerous, you might not aware of what danger is waiting for you outside, but I know. Huge racoon-ish monsters and mad meteoric alchemists, not even talking about the mysterious hidden hazards and the army of unstoppable automata mechanisms."

The younger swallowed. He could exactly imagine a huge monster, the Pistashion-case wasn't that long ago. He could easily recall those green plants, chasing after them through the time. And if something would have had a fur, then it could be just more terrifying, not even considering with the unpredictable menaces here. The used-to odds currently, at an unknown place and time, haven't helped to him. "I am not."

"Right." was heard the satisfied note, and the other tossed to him the rest of the empty papers. "Then, let's make it." wore an encouraging smile the dark-haired after that turned around, back to the desk to continue the work on something previously started.

The younger gazed to the papers blankly, he all at once couldn't know what to do or what could have been right to do. Then as the other out of a blue screamed and he heard a slight cursing, just as: "Auch, Rudiger! My ear. It wasn't needed to remind me that way!". He realised the weight of his presence and rather focused on the content of the writing and let alone the occupant by collecting the details about the time-travellers silently.

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"That's... that's really something." said then not much later the elder, grabbing the written papers in the gloved hands, seemingly deeply lost in the examination of the content of the younger's handwriting.

"So, technically, if I would have that-" was shown an abbreviated word to the brunette.

"PzI, Pizzazium Infinionite." he helped out the other.

"That." said the dark haired, not even trying to pronounce the unbeknown element. "And/or that-"

"Time juice."

"Exactly. Then I could recreate it. Easy as a pie." smirked assuredly of the future the other, visibly imagining in mind the piecing out of the vehicle.

"Well, except that these elements are only available in the far future." got the younger the hole in whole bright projection. "Or existing in the time stream."

"Nuance detail." shook the dark haired the head. "I could solve it. Have I mentioned I made a truth-serum from only one drop of a mood-portion? Alchemy. Or a wholly new element from one and a half kilogramme sand? Alchemy. Not even talking about my automatons." was it cleared vividly. "That vehicle what could take anybody through the time... is not really differing from my machines."

"I could see it,-" started the brunette, but stopped and the elder realised he needed to be helped out.

"Varian."

"I could see it, Varian." he repeated memorizing the other's name in fine. "But it's unnecessary to create an other. Dakota and Cavendish will come back for me. Maybe not today, but soon. Surely, they will come back. Yea, I'll be bound, they are momentary on the point of figuring it out how."

"Just to two perception, Milo. One: you can't be sure. People can be easily betrayed here. Two: you forget to calculate with yourself. Murphy's law, right? What can be go wrong, will go wrong. Or something similar like that." was it pointed by showing the gloved fingers after each reason. "You need a cover. And let's to be honest, here your best chance is an alchemist. Well, the only alchemist nearby. Ain't I right, Rudiger?" was poked gently the resting animal on the shoulder. The racoon purred coincidently still a little out of it then slept back in silence.

"Anyway, thanks for helping." he said demurely, still not understanding the point of the other. And otherwise, even if the idea about the recreating seemed ridiculous at first glance, in some aspects it might have made sense, just not yet.

"Pshaw, no bother at all." waved a gloved hand the dark haired, like this whole would have been nothing: get back someone from the far future to his time, and besides accept the possibility of time-travelling. "I always help to my friends." was it affixed generously.