Master Petros is bitching, mainly about being a Marvel 1602 character. Kid needs a hobby.

[runveryfast]

My most troublesome Mundane,

Inhabiting your labyrinthine mind and enduring the company of the myriad and sundry rapscallions I must share the space with is trying, but I suspect your current schemes spell far worse for me. If I understand correctly, you wish to separate me from my sister and the questionable value of Javier's tutelage, directly after the Inquisitor left us to that fate. While Wanda is of the strict opinion that I am in need of looking after, I say the same of her. We have not and never should be parted. Furthermore, this promise of other selves from other worlds distresses me, and nigh as much the idea of enemies and compatriots alike who come from different times where Witchbreed are embraced and lauded. While I am intrigued by the possibility--you see, I am not quite the bastion of orthodoxy that my sister is, she a sister and I denied the priesthood--I foresee considerable difficulty resulting.

I do not even care for speaking English, though my grudge against the clumsy tongue may well spring entirely from my interactions with that boorish King James. Were it not for the possibility of other souls gifted with speed to match mine, I would refuse my acquiescence outright.

Your Servant, Petros of Rome, in the Year of Our Lord 1602, on the desolate shores of wretched Newfoundland, in the hands of God.

Comments

[arach_nerd]

Wait, you're version of Quicksilver that was part of the Spanish Inquisition, right?

Cant say I expected to see you around here.

[Trying so hard to keep a straight face under that mask.]

[runveryfast]

And you, if I know the voice...

[And he does. Superspeed in perception leads to a certain attention to detail.]

Are that wretched little spy of James' dispatched to kill his old master when Sir Fury became intractable.

[arach_nerd]

While I may in fact be a counterpart of him, that doesn't mean I actually AM him. For instance? Never actually considered a career in espionage. I talk too much to actually manage it.

[runveryfast]

...This I will readily concede.

[greatestheroever]

What kind of rapscallions? Mine has a supervillain in here, but I didn't even realize it for a while.

[runveryfast]

Myriad strange and misbegotten things. Dragons and fae things, unrepented sorcerers, warriors from beyond the stars or earths blighted and dead. And witchbreed from other times from mine, most disquietingly. One man of my own time, and a countryman, should I make the tenuous claim to being a Spaniard, but he is no help. A drunken confidence artist.

[greatestheroever]

I think you might be talking about people I know. This sort of thing happens a lot here, but you get used to it.

Though really, it's not much different from home except the others aren't here.

[runveryfast]

I have too few compatriots to count their loss as a major difference. But I am convinced a few centuries hath wrought quite a gulf betwixt my life and most of yours.

[greatestheroever]

A lot has changed in the last few centuries, but this happens so often I think they might have courses in dealing with it. If you're going to stay, I mean.

[runveryfast]

How very practical. If I must live sometime that is not my own, I might well choose one where plague is eradicated and there is a way to consult with allies in other lands without my crossing Europe a few times in a day.

[greatestheroever]

I can help with that! The phones--for communication--are pretty easy. You just select who you want to talk to, basically, or write it down. It's probably the cultural differences that are hardest.

[runveryfast]

[The boy's just so placidly helpful it might be wearing through his armor of arrogant prickliness a little.]

One might think I'd be prepared when I've often been to Scotland for a morning and Spain again before supper, but I doubt it.

[greatestheroever]

[Being helpful is part of being heroic!]

I don't think we're even from the same world, and if you go to a game it'll be a whole new world too. But I think some things are always similar even if they're not quite the same.

[runveryfast]

And I am usually quick to acclimate. But some assistance would hardly go amiss.

[fathers_hair]

What the hell...?

[runveryfast]

...This is entirely the sort of trouble I expected.

[fathers_hair]

Hmph. Ah, to be young and arrogant again...

[runveryfast]

I've made it through nineteen summers thus far. There's something to be said for that. Witchbreed burnings and a plague when I had cause to pass through London.

[fathers_hair]

Commendable, then. And I am not the least bit surprised either. We're survivors.

[runveryfast]

Now why do I feel that thought comes with a sting in its tail?

[fathers_hair]

[A rueful smile.]

I suppose it does at that. I cannot speak for your life, of course, but I have known much misery and pain in mine.

[runveryfast]

I envy you none of it, of course. I can hardly envision a world that lets a thing like me find any solace.

[fathers_hair]

"A thing"? Do you think so little of yourself?

[runveryfast]

Little ought to be thought of witchbreed.

[fathers_hair]

Witchbreed? Is that what they call you...?

You should take pride in what you are. You have gifts far beyond ordinary humans.

[runveryfast]

This I know, being as I've crossed Europe more than once in a day on occasion and all. And the Inquisitor would always have that those of us who looked human enough came by our gifts honest-wise. I might have believed him before he left me and my sister with Javier's misbegotten apprentices, but for certain, not after.

[fathers_hair]

Javier...?

I suspect I know a similar enough man. Idealistic and foolish... but wise, in his ways.

[runveryfast]

The man himself I can say little of. He has some past knowledge of my patron and his charges are powerful, and his enclave on the new world promises some safety for Wanda, at least.

[fathers_hair]

[A small, but worried nod.]

Keep her safe. There are too many who would use her wrongly.

[runveryfast]

My sister has been in the world less than I, and while I understand Javier had a female student, she died on the journey. There are hardly accommodations on the blighted continent to suit her, never mind under these circumstances.