forum One on One RP anybody?

Started July 23, 2019 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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Jack laughed again at Lincoln's words. "Ah yes, your many enemies. Perhaps your academic rivals? I'm sure they would appreciate it, up until they perished." He teased, smiling.

Lincoln burst into laughter, “Very true, but I have actual enemies. Other than university academic rivals, as pesky as those are,” he chortled. He poured in the garlic until he was satisfied, then set it aside on the counter.

Jack laughed a little bit, then cocked his head at Lincoln. "And who might those enemies be, I wonder?" he asked, raising his eyebrows curiously.

Lincoln moved onto sprinkling some sage into the pot. “There were some kids from hell where I came from in America. I’ve declared them my enemies.”

Jack nodded a little bit. "I don't know if I should ask about that or not." He replied, shaking his head a little bit. He smiled at Lincoln. "But I'd assume not literally from hell, or they'd be Demons." He chuckled.

Lincoln smiled back over his shoulder, “I wouldn’t be surprised if they were actual demons. I’ll just leave them with the benefit of the doubt,” he chuckled along.

Jack laughed softly. "Mm. Well, you could send them the recipe for this, if it kills me from spiciness." He replied, smiling at Lincoln.

“Aha, I’ll just tell them to put an abhorrent amount of spice in their beans. That’ll show them.” He laughed heartily, stirring their meal with a wooden spoon. His shoulders bounced as he snickered, with as much gusto as he had when talking to Graham. “Although, I have to admit, I hope you don’t die.”

Jack snickered a little as well. At Lincoln's next words, he dipped his head in a nod. "I hope I don't die either. That would be quite a loss." he smiled lightly, looking over at Lincoln.

“A tragedy, in fact,” Lincoln grinned. “Actually…what would happen if you died not in your own time. Would you simply die and never return to your own time? Or…?”

"I'd just die." Jack replied with a shrug. "If I managed to time travel before dying, my body would get out in stasis by Tip, the corps would be alerted, and by the time I came out in my own time, they'd be ready for me, and probably be able to save me. But if I don't travel back in time…" He shook his head.

“Damn,” Lincoln breathed, “What if they travel in time just before you die so they can save you? Where you die in one time, but not the other?”

Jack hesitated, thinking. "It depends. Usually traveling back in time to save me would cause a huge issue with the continuum and all that, plus if anyone saw them…" he trailed off, shaking his head.

“Oh, yeah…” he nodded, wincing a little bit at the thought. It all sounded so messy and complicated, but the only thing that bothered him was the thought of Jack dying. “So it wouldn’t be the best idea travel back in time and join a war?”

Jack laughed. "No, that would be a terrible idea." he replied, looking at Lincoln. "It really, really would be."

Lincoln looked back only briefly before giving his attention back to the pot of beans. He laughed along, “It definitely would be. If there were a war, I don’t know if I would join or not. The odds are I wouldn’t.”

Jack nodded a little bit. "Yeah. I mean…I've been a pirate before, but that's quite different." he added, shaking his head.

Lincoln’s eyes widened, and he paused what he was doing, “You've been a pirate? I did…not expect that,” he laughed.

Jack nodded, laughing. He rolled back his left sleeve, revealing a "P" branded into the inside of his left wrist. "Yeah. See?" He replied.

Lincoln blinked, craning his neck to see. “Damn, yeah, that looks authentic. What did you do, exactly? Just pirate-y things?”

"Just pirate-y things, yeah. I got caught, though, and branded. Which was…painful." he pressed his lips in a thin line at the memory.

“Ouch,” he grimaced, “I can only imagine.” He looked at it for another handful of moments before returning half of his attention to their meal. “It is interesting, I mean it makes sense, but it’s interesting how something that happens to your body and the effects of it stays the same through any time period your travel to. I suppose it’s kind of like how you can remember what happened each time you traveled.”

Jack nodded a little bit. "Yeah. I mean, if I couldn't remember, I wouldn't be much use, now would I?" He chuckled softly. "But yeah, that's why time traveling is so…hard on the travelers, sometimes. Because we spend weeks or even months in a time period, and then we come back and everyone we know hasn't even aged a day. It's hard on our loved ones, too, because…" He shook his head. "I've seen things on these trips that…make it hard to sleep sometimes. And it's hard on other people, because to them it seems I change radically in just ten minutes, even if for me I've been gone for months."

Lincoln took the pot off of the fire and set it ona hot pad on the counter, and extinguished the flame on the store, all while still listening to Jack. He turned around and leaned against the counter, looking back at his friend with an empathetic frown set on his lips. "Wow…That's…" he searched for the word. He eventually decided that there wasn't an appropriate word to describe the emotion Jack described. "…complicated, I can only imagine," he exhaled, bowing and shaking his head.

Jack nodded a little, looking at Lincoln. "Yeah. And I mean…traveling like this…it's amazing. It's…god, it's the best thing ever. But…like I said. It's hard." he ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head just a little bit. "I don't know."