Post by mouse on May 17, 2023 21:22:59 GMT
The wind kicked up around the dirty alley. Trash littering the ground swirled around in a decay of the irrelevant. The world was quiet. The world was gone. Sleeping beyond the veil of the twilight sky. Static and electricity sparked this way and that as the world seemed to split open and deposit a man of rugged feature. He wore chainmail. Greeves and a scabbered sword. The man looked around with piercing blue eyes. This world was strange. There were metal chariots everywhere. The sky was dark as it was approaching three in the morning, though the sound of insect and bird life was everywhere. Somewhere in the distance was the lonely wail of police sirens. Gallahad squinted his eyes at this.
Moving quietly, unreproachfully, he made his way into town. Where the lights and sounds seemed to be concintrated the strongest. He had come here from the dark ages. On a quest to find a cure for what ailed King Henry. King Henry was his superior in every way. He was a good man. Gallahad would not fail him. A mutant from the dark ages with the ability to displace time in several interesting ways; Gallahad had never seen another mutant in his life. In his time it was a rare gift. The rarest of gifts.
Gallahad did see the occasional person. Here and there, they eyed him with suspcions and he realized it was because of his garb. He did not dress as those of this time. He lowered his chain mail head dress and approached a man standing next to a flaming barrell. The man reaked of piss and was drinking something out of a paper bag. A potion perhaps. "You sir. How might I aquire robes such as yours?" The man looked at him. "Huh?!?" Gallahad was decidedly impatient. "Your dress man! How might i aquire trappings of your time??" He wasn't expecting a language barrier to bar his progress. "You mean my clothes?" The bum asked. "Yes, your 'clothes' " Gallahad said. The word felt alien on his tongue and he couldn't help but make a face. "Why the fuck you want to dress like me? You going to a carnival friend?" He laughed.
"I will buy them off you." Gallahad said producing a handful of gold coins. The man stopped and eyed the coins with great curiosity. "Shit man those real?!?" With a roll of his eyes; Gallahad was growing tired of this, "As real as the king's rule friend." He was not sure why this bum would be a good disguise to fit into this world. He dressed as a peasant of his own world, but everyone he had seen so far looked this way. It must be the robes of the realm he supposed. Besides being a peasant was not so bad. It would make him harder to notice. He did not need interuption on this, his most urgent of tasks. Gallahad placed the coins in the man's hand and started to undress. "Give them too me."
The man only needed a moment and he was down to his underwear. It was cold in Detroit and at any rate the strange guy's clothes looked warmer. His had holes in it. Gallahad dressed in piss stained trousers and a dirty over coat with mustard stains. He even took the man's new york yankees cap. "Good day sir." He promptly spoke and left. Crossing the street to a sign that read motel in.
He pushed open the door and was almost immediately expelled by the manager. "WE DON'T WANT YOUR SHIT" He began but stopped when he met Gallahad's piercing blue eyes and clean shaven face. "You look like shit. You got money? No free rooms." Gallahad reached in his newly aquired pockets and slapped down 8 solid gold coins. The man looked up at him, slack jaw. "I need lodgings sir. I am most weary from my travels and i must rest." The man decided it was fucking weird but he figured if this was real gold he could get much more than the price of his shitty cockroach infested rooms for it. "Sign your name in the ledger." Gallahad hadn't thought about his name.
Surely his name would sound strange to these people. Just as his dress had appeared so. Out the window was an electronic billboard advertising a movie. He chose the first flashing name he saw and wrote "Channing Tatum" Taking the key from the innkeeper Gallahad retired to his room. Finding it proved difficult and he bumped into a woman along the way nearly knocking her down. "My apologies misses. I am woefully clumsy. Please forgive my misgivings."