I dashed instead into the nearest bathroom, stared at my(new)self and gave myself a good slug right in the center of my forehead, hoping whatever’s decided to clog up my brain to make me start seeing all this shit has cleared out. What was going on? If something happened to me, what did that mean for everything else in my life, like my family, or my friends, or anything else of my past? If this wasn’t a time warp, what was it? How do I get back? And most important of all, why couldn’t this happen to some poor sod in Brazil, for the love of Sneaky-! My head was spinning, and I wasn’t quite sure how to calm myself because I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS! “ Arigatou gozaimasu.” I barely got the words out before I was bounding down the hallway to grab the first phone I can find, now in full-on panic, only to remember I needed to convert my money first before I got that far. The guard looks at me and back down at my passport, stamps it, and hands it over. And then I caught myself: a year!? I was only going to spend two weeks bopping around the country! I still have a pretty noticeable accent, but at least it’s American and not British. I was okay at it before, but now I’m basically bilingual. As I slowly start going insane from the sheer what-the-fuck-ery that has just occurred in the last thirty minutes, I try to stay with what my original travel plans were. British, haughty, a bit of a troll at times, but mostly to hide his vulnerabilities since he was basically meant to be a kind of Alexander Hamilton-esque guy who came from nothing and became the best at what he did. I made him several years ago as a rival to a main character I had created for one of my fanfics that I’d had plans for but never got around to actually writing, like so many others before it. I had created a character with a last name Wendells. “How long do you plan to stay in Japan, Wendells-san?” I tried to compose myself, to be ready for the inevitable shit hurricane about to come down on my head as I stepped forward and handed over my passport to the customs agent. Or at least.not as many? I don’t know, I didn’t visit a lot of international airports when I was fifteen! The day and month are right (January 2nd, if you’re curious), but the year? When the hell did I go back fourteen years? But if I went back in time like I’m doing the time warp again, there shouldn’t be any flatscreens. I have more hair than I used to, I don’t have a beard or mustache. And then my foot came down, and all was well again.Īnyway, once I managed to be sure it had passed, I dug out my passport from my jacket and started making my way towards customs when I stopped. I don’t like gum, sue me.īut anyway, I was mid-step and the whole just seemed to warp and bend, with black outlines everywhere like someone was messing around with the contrast of my eyesight. I thought it was just because I was giddy from excitement or maybe I was crashing from the sugar rush, because one of my ways of helping ward off airsickness was to eat a lot of Skittles. It was right as I was passing through the gate to enter through customs, and in between steps, I just saw my world just.change. I wasn’t expecting it from the moment I got off the goddamn plane. I figured it’d come from some big life-changing event, like at the top of Tokyo Tower or something like that. But, after managing to get a job working in a kitchen for a high-end restaurant at a local casino, I had spent much of my time saving for this and getting everything set up so I could take this trip and ultimately seek out what it was that was calling me this way. It was never because of any one thing I could point to, but it was always because fate seemed to blow a strange wind in my direction, and it always seemed to come from there. I had always wanted to go to Japan, you see. I didn’t think I’d live to be able to finally say I went there, but I made it. Oh, and if you think that this is the only Warframe-related thing to show up in this story.oh, I have plans. Honestly, Warframe has so many ideas to take and form Quirks from, but instead of something with straightforward combat power like Excalibur, Chroma, or Inaros, I figured I'd go with a Warframe that was more of a "support" unit, and Limbo's abilities surrounding the Rift Plane was a perfect idea to work with. This is a thing I'd been working on for a while, trying to figure out how to make this idea work and finally was able to get this out to air.
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