Year: 3041
Heratops: (hair-a-tops): Main city: Khanstin
"So, they have left, good. Jacobs, you should be proud that the Guards and Merchants are relative to your region. Being President I am proud of all New America and her Guards and Merchants," President Genga announced lifting his half-full cup of wine.
"Quite so Genga, is a shame that Rebanstl could not make it, he is on some Mission in New Europe, soon to leave for Spira for some meeting with Maester or something," King Jacobs told sipping his wine. Neither were drunk thankfully, but it would be strange saying so considering the amount consumed by both.
The two men drank away without becoming drunk, complaining about something or otherwise saying something about economy.
"So I heard he said next that more Summoners will be passing through to get a blessing from the Protector, course I told him the Protector isn't here! So he asked me, 'Well…were the hell is it?!' and I told him somewhere in space. He gave me a look of displacement and took of to tell then others about what I had told him, and he hasn't come up to me for weeks!" Genga cried out to his friend. John (the Kings name) laughed next to Genga softly, however Genga was roaring with laughter. His drunken self was coming out for the commentary was, respectively, not very funny.
Genga continued his almost drunk chortles, all John could really do was watch on in pity.
After several minutes of nonstop pestered laughing, Jacobs came to choice with mind, "Genga, how do you think the protector Missions will go?"
Genga stopped and looked down at John, "Well let us just pray that they'll come back with memory. Word goes that not both Lines make our peoples memory decrease. It is actually just the Time line decreases memory. Just because you go back in time, and well best said it makes your mind go backwards." Genga said soberly.
John made a face, "Well then the rumors are false. Everyone heard both dimensions do so. Should the guards be taken out of the positions?"
"No, no. The Mission has been scheduled, and cannot be misplaced. That was the judgment, and cannot be newly willed. Merchants are with them, and Merchants have been given what they need, more for those who go into the Time line though. Best be careful ya know?"
Jacobs nodded in agreement, while rubbing his chin with satisfaction.
"Well now that you have that off you chest, it is time to bring out the Old style Martini's!" Genga exclaimed pulling out two old bottles of the substance.
Jacbs followed suit in bringing out his cup.
"Good night you guys, I'll call for the next shift. Idate you're next I'll show ya the works when it's your turn," Mac told to the beings behind him. Mats were about, and blankets as well. Bodies of the Digimon and what not were already asleep. The only ones awake were Kiyuya, Idate (who could barely keep his eyes open), and Mac, Mac was explaining the sleeping drill, it had been known that the trip to the year would take about 2 local days, the first day was nearly complete. The Time line for the local days was becoming dim like a sunset, that's how the Crew knew.
It was very tranquil, no one really moved except for the once in a while ear flick from Noa's rabbit like ears, or Renamon's tail. Kiyuya held a bottle of something in her hands, which made a swishing noise.
THUD!
Kiyuya looked down to her right to see a drooling Idate grabbing her ankle.
"EW! Idate thanks a lot, now I have your DNA on me! How wonderful," She complained.
Mac chuckled in the front.
"So you want me to wake him when his two hours are up?"
"Nah, you go to bed, I'll kick him awake when it's his turn you get your rest. Go into the sleeping quarters upstairs, oh wait, up-level," Mac correct. Kiyuya smiled at Mac, and placed the bottle in the seat next to Mac. "This is for you, if you get thirsty later," She said.
"Thanks Kiya…Kiya?"
"Yes Mac?" She replied.
Mac hesitated for a mere second, thinking over what he wanted to say. He fingered his Amulet, which was depicted as an hourglass, and sighed.
"For early, when I snapped out about the Digimon. I don't know what I was saying, I mean I know what I was saying, but I didn't want to sound like that. You understand, don't you?" Mac asked.
Kiyuya stared into Mac's gray eyes, they seemed to hold a desperate mist in them, asking for forgiveness.
"Mac, I honestly can't say where those words came from. But as a friend I forgive, to the heart, it is hard to say. But all-in-all I forgive," She explained to Mac. Mac nodded and turned his full attention to steering.
Kiyuya made her way to the sleeping quarters. She did not really want to sleep in the Main room, and it wasn't her night for shift.
All for the moment Kiyuya could think about was the time she was going to. What would it be like? How would people treat her? How would she have to act? So many questions like this were going through her head. It felt almost meaningless to think about such question, with no answers for most of them.
But there was one question she wanted to find out.
Would she no longer have memory of her homage after her Mission? It was hard to say and impossible for the moment. Soon enough Kiyuya forgot about the question and fears, and fell through into a deep slumber. All night Kiyuya dreamt of one thing, and one thing only, Rebanstl. Her home, and the place she grew up. The place she made such friends like she has now. She didn't want it to be forgotten by her. Maybe it wouldn't happen. She wanted to always see New America, see it improve. She wanted to forever see what the Protector would do to New Earth and the Alliances around it. But she could only hope, right?
Narrator:
(sniff)
That one really got to me ya know!
Alright the people of the world!
As you saw we met the President of New America and King Pelenson or Jacobs. King does not mean her is King, but a higher in politics and runs that part of the country. President means as is. Simple and short,
For those who want a part in here, remember only one person can be something, and this is only until the mid adventure. You can either be something from,
Naruto. Bleach, and you can be a witch or something mythical like it.
Remember though, that only about ONE or TWO people can be something in this story. E-mail address is as followed:
N.Y. luck to those who come first.
