Prompt 156

Part 2 of my DCST Time Travel Snippets

"Lemme get this straight. To stop this impending doom, you want us to build a spaceship that will take a small crew just past the Moon. Where they will then negotiate with parasitic alien robots and convince them that humanity is stupid and not worth being frozen into stone." Markus, one of the oldest scientists at NASA, surmised. He sounded incredibly tired.

Everything the people from the future told them was tiring.

"Pretty much." Dr Xeno from the future said, "It's a big ask, I realize. And a lot of lives depend on it."

"Who would we trust with such a mission, though?" Another NASA scientist asked, "There's a lot of factors to take into account. Personality, and training, and there's not enough time to conduct proper astronaut qualification exams for the wider public."

"Good point." Dr Xeno allowed.

"Ah, how about you get your version of the Five Wise Generals to go?" Brody, the future's top mechanic laughed, "They'll all be little babies now, so we'll knock off a couple hundred kilograms from the weight limit."

"I don't think we can have infants piloting a rocket and saving humanity." One of their current day scientists sighed. It was weird to think that a group of people called the Five Wise Generals were currently babies.

"No, no, you misunderstand. They should be fifteen at the youngest. Twenty four at the oldest." Xeno clarified, "And one of them won't exist until thirty seven hundred years, so right now, it's more like the Four Wise Generals. But I agree with Dr. Brody, except for my Stan, there's no one I'd recommend more. Byakuya Ishigami's an option, but I also don't trust him enough to not launch into a passionate speech about all the good humanity has done."

Byakuya Ishigami. He was a newbie astronaut, just inducted into the program. Normally, such love for humankind was admirable but...

"Brief us on these Generals." He decided. Just to have that option.

----

First was Senku Ishigami, the man who had made the first phonecall to the past. The son of Byakuya Ishigami. So far, they had avoided looking up the kid in the modern world.

Currently, he was fifteen years old, and a high school student. With a criminal record of setting off bombs in public parks.

"Oh, yeah. He likes making rockets." Xeno from current day confirmed blandly, "I had no idea he was setting them off in parks."

He was definitely lying.

"But you'll let me go to space without me having to build my own rocket, right?" A high-pitched voice asked. A boy with the wildest hair was suddenly standing in the control room.

"How'd you get in here?!"

"Xeno and my dad kept me updated on the situation here." He picked at his ear, "I couldn't care a millimeter less about the situation here now that we've figured out the secret behind the stone swallows. I just want to go to space. As soon as possible."

He vibrated slightly as he spoke, clearly excited, but hiding it well.

---

Second on the list, Asagiri Gen.

Nineteen years old, and a... moderately famous stage magician.

"Doesn't look like he has the muscle for a space trip."

"What good's a mentalist? We can drill anyone into saying things."

And so, Asagiri Gen was overlooked.

Somewhere in the world, a magician with two-toned hair was very offended.

---

Next was Ryusui Nanami, one of the Nanami Conglomerate's CEO's brood. A bit of a disgraced one, because of a dramatic love affair, but given the same allowance that any of the others got.

At 20 years of age, he had the biggest and most diverse collection of sailboats in the world. The kid was a dedicated adventurer, with all the health that came from it.

They could use that.

"Ryusui Nanami." An escort of suited officials approached him on a beach.

He looked up over the frame of his sunglasses, taking them in. He grinned, "Aw, man, they're really going to assassinate me this time, huh?"

"No, we're from NASA. How would you like to visit the final frontier?"

He snapped his fingers, laughing, "Name your price!"

-----

And lastly...

"Saionji Ukyo, you've been transferred last minute."

"Eh???" He looked at his CO in confusion.

"It's a matter of international security."

Did they think he'd overheard something? Oh God, he'd known his crazy hearing would get him killed one day.

"You'll be working with an American strike team. Full debriefing back at the base. For now, prepare yourself to meet Commander Stanley Snyder."

What was going on???

[put together an avengers intiative recruitment scene lol. i love gen i swear, they just dont understand him yettt TTATT]

This is a summary of college only using two pictures; expensive as hell.

That’s my Sociology “book”. In fact what it is is a piece of paper with codes written on it to allow me to access an electronic version of a book. I was told by my professor that I could not buy any other paperback version, or use another code, so I was left with no option other than buying a piece of paper for over $200. Best part about all this is my professor wrote the books; there’s something hilariously sadistic about that. So I pretty much doled out $200 for a current edition of an online textbook that is no different than an older, paperback edition of the same book for $5; yeah, I checked. My mistake for listening to my professor.

This is why we download. 

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"Wait," Twilight said slowly. His brain felt like it was rattling in his skull. He wanted to check the sky and earth around him to make sure that everything was still in place: the sun was where it was supposed to be, the mountains weren't walking around, that the fish weren't flying and the birds weren't swimming. "Say that again."

Warriors stared at him. He looked a little confused but that could have been leftover from the battle. Maybe that's all this was. Someone was concussed. Him or Warriors, Twilight wasn't sure yet. It had been a big explosion. "I'm twenty-two," he repeated slowly.

Maybe they were both concussed. "No, you ain't."

"Ain't ain't a word," Warriors retorted automatically. He paused. Cocked his head. He would have kept going in that direction and ended up in the dirt if Time hadn't gently righted him again. "...wait."

"I think they're both delirious," Legend said flatly. "We need to find Hyrule."

"They're not delirious," Time said, barely audible over Wild's frantic apologizing. Twilight didn't think Wild should have been apologizing, anyway. The last thing Twilight saw before those bomb barrels exploded was Warriors grinning and waving his fire rod around. "Just stupid. Captain, please stop moving. I need to see your head."

"Warriors just said he was twenty-two," Legend said. He gently pushed Wild away so he could look Twilight over. Twilight would have protested if Wild hadn't just moved to Twilight's other side to resume fussing. "He's something, all right."

"Yeah," Warriors said drolly. "Twenty-two. Ow!"

The right side of Warriors's head was bright red with blood. He had seen been grinning when the bomb barrels blasted them through the air. He had to be concussed.

"Don't be a baby," Time said, but Twilight saw him gently stroke the non-bloody parts of Warriors's head. "I swear you're more childish at twenty-two than you were at twenty."

"That's because you were a child when I was twenty," Warriors said. He flinched away from Time's probing fingers. "I'm fine. Let's get up and look for the others."

"You're covered in blood," Legend said. He didn't look away from where blood was matting Twilight's thick hair. "And delirious."

"And concussed," Twilight added.

Wild paused and stared at all three of them. "I'm lost. How old is Captain supposed to be?"

"Not twenty-two," Twilight said.

"Ancient," Legend said.

"Hey!" Warriors said.

Time sighed and pressed a bandage behind Warriors's ear. "He isn't concussed or delirious. He is twenty-two. Legend, is Twilight concussed?"

"I'm twenty-three," Twilight said blankly.

"Yeah, I think he is," Legend said.

"You aren't twenty-three," Wild said.

"I'm not?"

"Legend, please bandage the wound. Wild, give them some space."

Legend scoffed but grabbed the bandage Time held out to him. "I think we need more than bandages. They're both delirious."

"Neither is delirious. They're just idiots."

Warriors leaned away from Time's hands again. Time grabbed him and pulled him back. Warriors scowled at him. "Respect your elders, old man."

"Wait, what?" Wild scratched at his head. "Maybe I'm concussed."

"Oh Spirits," Twilight said in horror. "Am I Warriors's elder? I can't be older than Warriors!"

When Warriors paused to stare at him, Time took advantage to finish cleaning and bandaging his head. "Wait. How old do you think I am? Twilight. Hold old do you think I am?"

"You're older than Twilight, I know that much," Legend dismissed.

Wild frowned and carded his fingers through Twilight's hair. "There was gray on your muzzle when I first saw you."

"What?"

"Why does everyone think that I'm older than Twilight?"

"Incredibly delirious."

"Incredibly stupid," Time sighed.

Concussed. That had to be it. That was the only explanation. The trees were where they were supposed to be, they sky was where it was supposed to be. The only thing that wasn't where it was supposed to be was the blood, so that meant concussion. That had to be it.

"So wait," Wild said slowly. "If Warriors is Time's big brother and Warriors is younger than Twilight... does that mean Twilight is older than Time?"

Twilight whimpered and closed his eyes. They had to be concussed. If they weren't, then by the Spirits, he was going to grab that fire rod and find some more bomb barrels. A concussion might help at this point.

"Wild?"

"Yeah?"

"Shut up."

someone else might call it faith

DO NOT DO THIS!!!

If a website has a paywall, like New York Times, DO NOT use the ctrl+A shortcut then the ctrl+c shortcut as fast as you can because then you may accidentally copy the entire article before the paywall comes up. And definitely don't do ctrl+v into the next google doc or whatever you open because then you will accidentally paste the entire article into a google doc or something!!!! I repeat DO NOT do this because it is piracy which is absolutely totally wrong!!!

dumbass 4 dumbass, red and green dynamic duo strikes me again

hero shade: if the Goddessess got a problem with me abusing triforce powers to come back from the dead, well, they can take it up with Ganondorf too.

now i need to draw shade roundhouse kicking gan in the face

me drawing things in reverse order where i'll draw a cool idea and THEN draw a lil comic setting it up.

first / next>>

combat outfits 💥

bonus:

past regrets - future dreams - present selves