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crystarium2012-11-19 07:54 pm
ittybittyspace) wrote in crystarium2012-11-19 07:54 pm
Time Can Be A Tyrant And I Used To Serve It Well
April 13th, 1988. It was a Wednesday, ‘hump day’ for most who yearned for the weekend. The Italian government of De Mita had just formed and Brazilian footballer Anderson Luís de Abreu Oliveira was born. He would begin his career with Grêmio, joining the youth team before rising through the ranks. His big debut would be in the 2007 Copa América, during which his team would go on to win. The paper in the man’s hands said nothing of such, of course. However, he knew regardless of this just as he knew many things. Some would dare say he knew everything but were that true he would not have been seated at the lone bench he found himself at that evening, nor the one before or after it.
Nekomi greeted a stranger with many wondrous sights and sounds. Between a casual game of mah-jong in the park and watching the odd motor race he had not spoken with many but those he had proved hospitable and kind. He had claimed to be a traveler, which had not been far from the truth. Though he had long abandon his trademark blue, everything about him cried different. Perhaps it was the appallingly loud shirts that he wore, the strange and foreign hats, or on that day the pineapple in his front coat pocket. If the Doctor could travel through time with a stick of celery in his pocket, well darn it he could do so with a pineapple. After all, it was a tribute and if he crossed paths again with Time Lord he surely would have been flattered.
Time…
He glanced down at his watch and drew a sigh. It seemed as though this was not the day he had been searching for. Neatly folding his newspaper closed, Genie reached for his hat. If he left now he could still make it to April 13th, 1989 before six Agrabah time. Then it was off to April 13th, 1990, 1991, 1992… Twenty four years, one hour in each, all compressed into one day. Were neither of those it, he would move to April 14th and repeat.
Rising to his feet, Genie marked his first visit to the Tariki-hoganji temple in 1988 as Gene Sidney. Or maybe Sidney Marks. He hadn’t decided on a name for his appearance yet, they were so rarely needed. Sidney was a nice name though, one he had yet to use. He had a good feeling about it. Once he reached the temple however was another story.
Nekomi greeted a stranger with many wondrous sights and sounds. Between a casual game of mah-jong in the park and watching the odd motor race he had not spoken with many but those he had proved hospitable and kind. He had claimed to be a traveler, which had not been far from the truth. Though he had long abandon his trademark blue, everything about him cried different. Perhaps it was the appallingly loud shirts that he wore, the strange and foreign hats, or on that day the pineapple in his front coat pocket. If the Doctor could travel through time with a stick of celery in his pocket, well darn it he could do so with a pineapple. After all, it was a tribute and if he crossed paths again with Time Lord he surely would have been flattered.
Time…
He glanced down at his watch and drew a sigh. It seemed as though this was not the day he had been searching for. Neatly folding his newspaper closed, Genie reached for his hat. If he left now he could still make it to April 13th, 1989 before six Agrabah time. Then it was off to April 13th, 1990, 1991, 1992… Twenty four years, one hour in each, all compressed into one day. Were neither of those it, he would move to April 14th and repeat.
Rising to his feet, Genie marked his first visit to the Tariki-hoganji temple in 1988 as Gene Sidney. Or maybe Sidney Marks. He hadn’t decided on a name for his appearance yet, they were so rarely needed. Sidney was a nice name though, one he had yet to use. He had a good feeling about it. Once he reached the temple however was another story.
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The breeze kicked up, scattering leaves and blossoms. Her voice was low and soft. "How long are you going to keep up this act, Genie?"