The usual crowd is doing their usual thing with a few newbies and the occasional tourist thrown into the mix. The lovelyOctavia, a regular, pulls an unsuspecting smaller meta onto the dance floor and shakes her groove thing. The little half-man half-dog creature tries to get away but as anyone knows with Octavia, it’s unless to fight it.
Near-by, Priest sits at the bar and takes in the atmosphere. Ordering a shot he quickly throws it back and slams the glass on the counter. He follows it with two more.
What a day… What a year.
Could things be any worse? Could HE be any worse?
He knew that two of the most horrific events of the century would take place and he simply let them happen. To save his own ass, to save his future… His world. Priest threw back another shot.
Because of his selfishness, he would not be joining the team on their mission to stop Naecken. Things have to happen as they happened in his timeline. Even if his memories are slowly decaying into nothing. As if a fog covers his mind at a rapid rate, blocking him from the truth.
Grabbing another shot glass, Priest’s hand began shaking. His hand’s shake got so violent that the glass shattered over the bar top.
Then there was his illness. By going back in time without the proper equipment or medication he knew that he would have a very limited time period before his very metagene would cause complete heart and brain failure. With everything that his hands could create, a tool to save his own life wasn’t on the list.
Life is weird like that sometimes.
The lights dim and a voice comes over the loud speaker, “Get ready for the one and only…”
Turning, Priest’s eyes widen as a huge turtle-like creature slides onto the mini stage area in full disco-style clothing with his hands at his hips.
