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Time Travel for Dummies
After taking an afternoon off from the chaotic world of Nosgoth, I return to the vampire world, indulged in a yellow book I picked up from the 'Cross Dimensional Convenient Store'. I'm too caught up to notice the card game Raziel and Clyde had been playing during my absence.
RAZIEL: Hey! We were playing 'go fish' here!
I look from my book to realize I had trampled through their game. By the looks of the cards, I can tell Clyde was winning.
MIKOTO: Well, you're not now! Besides, I've got important plans for us today!
RAZIEL: (excited) Really? What?
MIKOTO: (shows cover of her book to Raziel) Time Travel!
RAZIEL: (nervous) I don't like the sounds of that. Kain told me this story once, about this scary guy called Moebius...
MIKOTO: Did he tell you Moebius was a feeble old man?
RAZIEL: No, but he did tell me that Moebius had a staff that weakened vampires.
MIKOTO: Pish posh. Clyde shall take care of that, right?
CLYDE: ...
MIKOTO: See? All settled.
RAZIEL: Why are we going to time travel now?
MIKOTO: 'Cause I'm writing this fic and I said we're going to time travel! Besides, it's a surprise.
RAZIEL: So, how does it work?
MIKOTO: I think I've got it figured out. Just close your eyes, and trust me...
I make sure Raziel closes his eyes before I close my own. I concentrate on post-apocalyptic Nosgoth, during the time of the degenerate vampires. I open my eyes, and find myself crammed inside what appears to be a tiny locker, with Raziel and Clyde squished in with me.
MIKOTO: What the--?
RAZIEL: Where are we?
MIKOTO: Damn, I think I screwed up here. Hold on a sec.
I thumb through the book, trying to read in the dark, but to no avail.
MIKOTO: Raz, do you think you could move away from the slots in the locker, so I can see?
I hear a shuffle and a moment later, light pours onto the pages of my book.
MIKOTO: Thanks, that's much better.
STRANGE VOICE: Uh? You're welcome?
I look up and realize that the locker had been opened, but not by myself or Raziel. The face looking in at the three of us looks all too familiar.
MIKOTO: Snake? Solid Snake?
SNAKE: (raises his USP to my head) Who the hell are you people and how did you get in there? (looks to Clyde) And WHY would you lock yourselves in a locker to do THAT with a skeleton in there?
It takes a moment for the implications of Snake's question to filter through my dumbfound head.
MIKOTO: Hey! Wait a minute! We're not doing what you think we're doing?
RAZIEL: (whispers to me) What does he think we're doing?
MIKOTO: Nevermind.
SNAKE: Hey! Quit whispering to yourselves! I don't want you trying anything funny.
Suddenly, Snake looks annoyed. He turns away from us and places his hand to his ear. He must be talking to someone on his CODEC. I carefully turn towards Raziel, so as not to get Snake's attention.
MIKOTO: (whispering) Raziel, I think I know what happened, but you have to close your eyes again for this to work.
RAZIEL: (also whispering) No way! Look what happened when you did it the first time! Who knows where you'll take us next!
MIKOTO: Trust me. If you do, I'll let you wear the butterfly wings again.
RAZIEL: (excited) Okay!
We close our eyes and fade out of the Metal Gear universe. Snake turns just in time for us to vanish and looks puzzled for a moment, but shrugs it off and takes the USP clips from the bottom of the locker and continues on his way.
I reopen my eyes again, and to my relief, the time traveling has worked this time. I look before me at the ruined wastes of Nosgoth.
RAZIEL: (sporting butterfly wings) Where the hell have you taken us, woman? My beautiful wings don't match with this dreary place! I KNEW I shouldn't have trusted you!
MIKOTO: But it worked this time, Raziel!
RAZIEL: Could've fooled me...
MIKOTO: This is Nosgoth's future. Now all we have to do is locate...
FAMILIAR VOICE: (from behind us) Don't move if you know what's good for you!
I slowly turn around, despite what I've been told. I can't help but attempt to confirm the owner of the familiar voice. When the being comes into view, my stomach flip flops between excitement and fear. Excited, because I'm looking at who I came in search of. Afraid, because he is quite hostile at the moment.
MIKOTO: Raziel, I'd like you to meet someone...
RAZIEL: (turns) Who? (comes face to face with newcomer) Hey! Are you one of Clyde's relatives?
FAMILIAR VOICE: ???
MIKOTO: No, Raziel. He's kind of a relative of yours. In, fact he IS you. I'd like you to meet S.R. Raziel. S.R. Raziel, I think you recognize your past self...
The two Raziel's scrutinize each other for a moment. Suddenly, they faint simultaneously. I look to Clyde and sigh. This is going to be a looooong journey.
Time Travel for Dummies
After taking an afternoon off from the chaotic world of Nosgoth, I return to the vampire world, indulged in a yellow book I picked up from the 'Cross Dimensional Convenient Store'. I'm too caught up to notice the card game Raziel and Clyde had been playing during my absence.
RAZIEL: Hey! We were playing 'go fish' here!
I look from my book to realize I had trampled through their game. By the looks of the cards, I can tell Clyde was winning.
MIKOTO: Well, you're not now! Besides, I've got important plans for us today!
RAZIEL: (excited) Really? What?
MIKOTO: (shows cover of her book to Raziel) Time Travel!
RAZIEL: (nervous) I don't like the sounds of that. Kain told me this story once, about this scary guy called Moebius...
MIKOTO: Did he tell you Moebius was a feeble old man?
RAZIEL: No, but he did tell me that Moebius had a staff that weakened vampires.
MIKOTO: Pish posh. Clyde shall take care of that, right?
CLYDE: ...
MIKOTO: See? All settled.
RAZIEL: Why are we going to time travel now?
MIKOTO: 'Cause I'm writing this fic and I said we're going to time travel! Besides, it's a surprise.
RAZIEL: So, how does it work?
MIKOTO: I think I've got it figured out. Just close your eyes, and trust me...
I make sure Raziel closes his eyes before I close my own. I concentrate on post-apocalyptic Nosgoth, during the time of the degenerate vampires. I open my eyes, and find myself crammed inside what appears to be a tiny locker, with Raziel and Clyde squished in with me.
MIKOTO: What the--?
RAZIEL: Where are we?
MIKOTO: Damn, I think I screwed up here. Hold on a sec.
I thumb through the book, trying to read in the dark, but to no avail.
MIKOTO: Raz, do you think you could move away from the slots in the locker, so I can see?
I hear a shuffle and a moment later, light pours onto the pages of my book.
MIKOTO: Thanks, that's much better.
STRANGE VOICE: Uh? You're welcome?
I look up and realize that the locker had been opened, but not by myself or Raziel. The face looking in at the three of us looks all too familiar.
MIKOTO: Snake? Solid Snake?
SNAKE: (raises his USP to my head) Who the hell are you people and how did you get in there? (looks to Clyde) And WHY would you lock yourselves in a locker to do THAT with a skeleton in there?
It takes a moment for the implications of Snake's question to filter through my dumbfound head.
MIKOTO: Hey! Wait a minute! We're not doing what you think we're doing?
RAZIEL: (whispers to me) What does he think we're doing?
MIKOTO: Nevermind.
SNAKE: Hey! Quit whispering to yourselves! I don't want you trying anything funny.
Suddenly, Snake looks annoyed. He turns away from us and places his hand to his ear. He must be talking to someone on his CODEC. I carefully turn towards Raziel, so as not to get Snake's attention.
MIKOTO: (whispering) Raziel, I think I know what happened, but you have to close your eyes again for this to work.
RAZIEL: (also whispering) No way! Look what happened when you did it the first time! Who knows where you'll take us next!
MIKOTO: Trust me. If you do, I'll let you wear the butterfly wings again.
RAZIEL: (excited) Okay!
We close our eyes and fade out of the Metal Gear universe. Snake turns just in time for us to vanish and looks puzzled for a moment, but shrugs it off and takes the USP clips from the bottom of the locker and continues on his way.
I reopen my eyes again, and to my relief, the time traveling has worked this time. I look before me at the ruined wastes of Nosgoth.
RAZIEL: (sporting butterfly wings) Where the hell have you taken us, woman? My beautiful wings don't match with this dreary place! I KNEW I shouldn't have trusted you!
MIKOTO: But it worked this time, Raziel!
RAZIEL: Could've fooled me...
MIKOTO: This is Nosgoth's future. Now all we have to do is locate...
FAMILIAR VOICE: (from behind us) Don't move if you know what's good for you!
I slowly turn around, despite what I've been told. I can't help but attempt to confirm the owner of the familiar voice. When the being comes into view, my stomach flip flops between excitement and fear. Excited, because I'm looking at who I came in search of. Afraid, because he is quite hostile at the moment.
MIKOTO: Raziel, I'd like you to meet someone...
RAZIEL: (turns) Who? (comes face to face with newcomer) Hey! Are you one of Clyde's relatives?
FAMILIAR VOICE: ???
MIKOTO: No, Raziel. He's kind of a relative of yours. In, fact he IS you. I'd like you to meet S.R. Raziel. S.R. Raziel, I think you recognize your past self...
The two Raziel's scrutinize each other for a moment. Suddenly, they faint simultaneously. I look to Clyde and sigh. This is going to be a looooong journey.
