If youre thinking you are looking at a castle, then yes, Id think were on the same page.

"Just making sure you see it too." Streak said to Jorge. Even thought Jorge confirmed that that was in fact a castle not only standing but people were moving in and out of it like it was their support and way of life. Well if we traveled back in time where's the Delorian to get us back? he wondered to himself.

All the things that the Doc had told Marty about interacting with the past seemed to start playing in his head. "Well this can't be good. Streak wasn't sure if he was getting over the shock of seeing an actual pristine castle in front of him of if he was just getting used to being in these weird situations. He remembered the dream he'd had a whole ago about himself in the future. That had been a long time ago but he still remembered bits and pieces of it. That had been pretty weird too.

Yeah maybe you are right
Maybe um I dunno, maybe we should find clothes, something so that we dont stick out so much.

"Good idea. But... he thumbed through his wallet. "Where the hell are we going to get medieval clothes. I don't know about you but all I've got on me is like 10 bucks and..." he continued looking, "And a credit card. Somehow I doubt they take credit here."

With that being said Shawn started to head towards the castle. Maybe he'd think of something when they got closer.

Jorge sighed. Part of him really, really wanted to believe that what he was looking at was just a mirage. But as time ticked away, it became sorely evident that that was not the case anymore. This had to be real. The longer he stood there, the longer he felt the breeze brush across his cheeks, felt the solid ground beneath his feet, and felt the weariness in his bones, the surer he was that none of this was false. For whatever reason, in whatever manner, it became sorely evident that he and Shawn had been hurtled across time and space.

And they needed to figure out what the hell to do from here on out. Blending in was probably their best option. They needed to make sure that they did not stick out too much or they could draw a lot of unnecessary attention to themselves.

>> "Good idea. But... Where the hell are we going to get medieval clothes. I don't know about you but all I've got on me is like 10 bucks and...And a credit card. Somehow I doubt they take credit here." [/color]

He sighed and nodded.

“You do have a point. I doubt they would take any currency that we now have,” he grumbled. “Where’s a sack of gold or silver when you need one?” he sighed. “Well, maybe we can find something hanging on a clothesline? Not that I want to be a thief, but, desperate times and all…”

A quick nod to Shawn and he began to make way towards the castle. It was really their only hope for find help of any kind.

Oddly enough, Streak ha already come to terms with the fact that this was real. Jorge still seemed to be misbelieving. As even if this was fake it was a really good illusion and the would have to applaud whoever could pull something this elaborate off.

You do have a point. I doubt they would take any currency that we now have. Where's a sack of gold or silver when you need one? Well, maybe we can find something hanging on a clothesline? Not that I want to be a thief, but, desperate times and all

Streak couldn't agree more. "I don't like the idea any more than you do but it looks like our only option besides being arrested on the spot for looking weird." Streak threw that out there. If what he'd read all those years ago, and seen on tv, were true they didn't really want to stick out. Especially as mutants and as people from the future. They may have been able to BS their way around those bandits but a king has more things at his resource than bandits do.

As they approached the village, because what else do you call the outlying living areas around the castle, Shawn dissolved his silver bow back into his body so as to not draw attention with that. "Hey, do you think those guards on the ramparts can see us? Do you think we'll get stopped sooner than the gate?"

All of Streak's misgivings about the idea seemed to be coming out. He wasn't exactly sure what to expect from an ancient group like this. Then the though occurred to him. What about my silver eyes. They don't really have contacts yet? Then another thought came to him. This one he voiced.

"Hey, what about my silver. I can separate it from me and we might be able to use it to buy clothes. I've never tried it before but it might work. And lets face it... In this day and age I'm like a walking bank." it as a thought especially since their other option was stealing some clothes. This might be easier. Although his eyes would probably throw some people off. Heck they disturbed people from his year and they know about mutants.

>> "I don't like the idea any more than you do but it looks like our only option besides being arrested on the spot for looking weird."[/color]

Jorge nodded. Again, it was not ideal, but they needed to get some clothes so that they would not stand out too much. It was bad enough that they were going to stand out because of their mannerisms and their confusion, but they didn’t need an instant target on their backs because of their clothing. It was already proven once to be a rather large attention grabber. They couldn’t afford for that to happen in a large village or in front of knights.

Knights!? Was he really thinking this now? It didn’t matter what he was thinking, unfortunately, it was really happening! He sighed as he continued to trudge on alongside Shawn. He really wanted a very large drink right now. Hopefully there was a bar, or maybe he should say “tavern”, around…

>> "Hey, do you think those guards on the ramparts can see us? Do you think we'll get stopped sooner than the gate?" [/color]

Jorge glanced up. He had been so enraptured in his own thoughts that he had not even thought about that. Looking up at the castle that loomed ahead of them, he could clearly see the motions of armor clad men marching back and forth. And if he could see them, more than likely they could be spotted as well. Their clothing, though not ostentatious by their time’s standards at all, would easily be noticeable; especially if these people were guards on the lookout for anything out of the ordinary.

>> "Hey, what about my silver. I can separate it from me and we might be able to use it to buy clothes. I've never tried it before but it might work. And lets face it... In this day and age I'm like a walking bank." [/color]

Jorge paused as he glanced to Shawn. He thought for a moment and he had to admit that that was a pretty good plan. Not that he wanted to used the boy for money, but it would help them blend in better he didn’t see why not.

He nodded approving at that course of action.

“So long as you think you can do it, like, you know, you won’t get hurt or something.” Jorge agreed. “But that sounds like a plan.”

They continued on and as they skirted off to the side, getting closer to the village, Jorge had to take a moment to breath in the beauty of it. It was so simplistic, the homes, the people who wandered about to complete tasks. He felt so like his entire reality was shaken down to his core, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it.

He sighed. “Well, I guess we can just ask someone who looks to be out sizes if they want to trade their clothes for silver. I doubt they have any medieval Gaps around here.”

"So long as you think you can do it, like, you know, you won't get hurt or something.” “But that sounds like a plan."

It was nice the Jorge was concerned for him but he needn't be. "Don't worry about it. I do thins kind of thing all the time man. Besides if it hurt I wouldn't make things like arrows and shoot them long distances." Still the concern was good.

They went towards the side of the villages. Maybe someone on the outskirts would be willing to give some cloths for silver. As they got near the first place he covered on arm in silver and created about a dozen coins in one hand. He shifted them to the opposite hand and looked at the view they were getting.

It was odd that humans went from this simple and clean living to such a complex and dirty environment. It's too bad they couldn't warn them because he knew from movies that if you change the past things could be drastically different when you return to your time.

Streak was sure that the peasants would be interested in silver for clothes but he had to wonder about their living conditions. "Do you think... Sanitarily speaking...that getting clothes from a person out here would be detrimental to our health or would it not matter. I mean say we're transported back into our time wearing their clothes. Didn't they have diseases that current society has completely wiped out? What if we accidentally reintroduce a virus to modern man. Something no one has seen in a hundred years or more, I'd say that would be a bad thing. Just a thought."

He wasn't sure if he was just being paranoid or if this might be a legitimate claim. Either way he wasn't necessarily thrilled about this even if they were about to pay for the clothes rather than stealing them.

Just as he finished his statement and was thinking about the repercussions of bringing back an extinct virus a person of noble looking quality came riding up to them on a horse. He had bright clothing and you could see the chain mail underneath his shirt. His sword was elegant and his body guards seemed just as decked out with swords and bows as he did. This might be a bad thing. However, the silvermancer knew that his weapons could tear these guys armor apart with ease, if it came to that.

>> "Don't worry about it. I do this kind of thing all the time man. Besides if it hurt I wouldn't make things like arrows and shoot them long distances."[/color]

Jorge nodded approvingly. He really did not like for people to put their lives on the line, needlessly. But he had to admit that Shawn had a point. He saw that arrow with his own eyes but he really did not know the mechanics of the X-man’s powers. Who knew what toll producing that kind of silver would have on his body. But Shawn seemed pretty self-assured that he could do this without harm so that was good enough for the detective.

Continuing on towards the village, the officer watched in wonderment as he stared at these simply people. It was odd, to watch people from this time and compare it to the world from whence you came. He really did not even know how to begin thinking about this. These people, they seemed so stalwart with their duties. They worked, hard, he could tell by the smudges of dirt and the sweat upon their brows.

It was apparently that same thought, though, that started Shawn up again.

>> "Do you think... Sanitarily speaking...that getting clothes from a person out here would be detrimental to our health or would it not matter. I mean say we're transported back into our time wearing their clothes. Didn't they have diseases that current society has completely wiped out? What if we accidentally reintroduce a virus to modern man. Something no one has seen in a hundred years or more, I'd say that would be a bad thing. Just a thought."[/color]

The detective smirked but he said nothing at first. He did have a point, but Jorge wondered if maybe just a small part of the young man was being just a tad paranoid. Obviously, they didn’t want to bring back the bubonic plague or anything back to modern times so they were going to have to be extra careful. Maybe they could stow away their clothes until they managed to find a way out? Even if, weren’t they already exposing themselves simply by walking around as they already have been?

Jorge would have stated that point to Shawn but before he could, he watched as small entourage began to make its way down the dirt path. Along with a man on horseback, dress in the finery of chainmail, there were several guards that walked along with him. A pair carried what Jorge would only identify as pikes, and the other two carried swords at their hips.

He definitely did not like the looks of that.

But before he could turn and usher both himself and Shawn into the safety of hiding, one of the guards had turned at exactly the right moment. Instantly he lowered his pike aimed the point directly at the both of them.

“Halt!” he screamed. Instantly the rest of the troop also paused and turned their attentions. Weapons raised the group suspiciously began to advance…

"Maybe coming to the castle wasn't the best idea ever." Although they had to have figured on getting stopped. With all the places to go to this place seemed to be the most heavily guarded. Of course they haven't seen any other places to go besides this one.

The man in chain mail seemed to be the one in charge because it was he that spoke up. With the order to halt being given many of his men turned and drew their weapons on the two travelers.

"What is you propose here? You have been caught young man, you and your Spaniard, trespassing on the Kings land. What business have ye in his domain wearing such strange attire as this?"

Well Streak wasn't to sure how Jorge would take to being called someone's Spaniard so Shawn felt that he should clarify a few things. "First of all, he's not 'my Spaniard' he my friend. Secondly, I'd appreciate it if your pals could lower their weapons seeing as we are unarmed. And thirdly, who the heck are you?" Streak thought they were valid points he made. Unfortunately the other guys didn't see it like that.

There were a few murmurs throughout the group about how strangely the man, meaning Streak, talked. When the man in chain mail raised his hand the guards fell silent almost immediately. A few of the guards decided to get just a little closer and a spear was placed mere inches from Streaks chest. It could have easily impaled him but Streak shot a look at Jorge as if to say 'keep calm'.

Actually the silvermancer was really impressed with how unobservant they were. They were this close and still didn't notice his silver eyes. Either that or they were thinking the sun was playing tricks on them.

>> "Maybe coming to the castle wasn't the best idea ever.”[/color]

“It would seem so,” Jorge mumbled as he paused. Slowly he turned around to face the newcomers onto the scene.

The guards were all standing a safe distance away, a pair of them holding pikes with points aimed directly at the duo. Jorge narrowed his eyes as he watched them, trying to figure some way out of this situation. Sadly every scenario he thought of involved harming these men. He doubted he would be able to shift into his water elemental form fast enough to scare them off again. And even if he managed it, these men would probably retreat to the castle to garner more forces. There where would that leave both Shawn and himself?

It was far too risky so that most he could do was to hopefully play dumb.

>> "What is you propose here? You have been caught young man, you and your Spaniard, trespassing on the Kings land. What business have ye in his domain wearing such strange attire as this?"

There they go again with that SPANIARD business! The detective knew he should have kept a closer eye on his history. Then again, who could have really anticipated something like this? What he did know was that there was a tense relationship between the English and the Spanish, though how tense really depended on the era in which they were in. For the most part, Jorge could not tell that on appearance alone.

Unfortunately, the attention seemed to be fairly focused on Shawn, rather than himself. He hoped that the kid could at least keep some of the attention off himself…

>> "First of all, he's not 'my Spaniard' he my friend. Secondly, I'd appreciate it if your pals could lower their weapons seeing as we are unarmed. And thirdly, who the heck are you?"[/color]

Jorge saw the spear being pointed roughly towards the Shawn. He would have jumped into action there, but the look in the X-Man’s eyes told him to remain calm. For the moment it looked like they were going to have to play the roles that they were dealt. Eyes on the man on horseback, and his trigger happy guards, Jorge mere watched and waited.

The royal, merely smirked on Shawn’s question. “You must be new to these lands, boy,” the man announced with a cackle. “I am Merek Seymour, Duke of Devonshire. What business do you and your Spaniard have on these lands? Be you spies?”

Jorge rolled his eyes. Of course they would think they were spies. He ground his teeth as he tried to think of some way out of this, that wouldn’t result in them altering the flow of time. Instead he merely glanced at Shawn and hoped the boy had some ace of up his slee—

“Oi,” one of the guards said as he crept closer and eyed Shawn closely. “What is wrong with your eyes? Has the devil marked you?”

'You must be new to these lands, boy,"
"I am Merek Seymour, Duke of Devonshire. What business do you and your Spaniard have on these lands? Be you spies?"

It was interesting that even in this day and age they immediately thought of spies. Maybe it was something that was always part of human history. Multiple governments spying on other governments. Things were getting to complicated right now to fill up the time with maybes. They needed to diffuse the situation quick and without telling them that they were from the future or anything else that might disrupt their lives. Maybe they'd fall for another lie like the bandits had earlier.

"Boy? Do I really look that young?" Streak asked Jorge more than them. He really didn't care what they thought but calling a 22 year old boy he thought was a bit of an over exaggeration he thought. Either way he tried to keep on the subject as much as possible. "I already told you he's not MY Spaniard." there was a slight pause. "And were not spies. The chain main was to scratchy for me and my friend here had a bad reaction to the cloth y'all use. So we decided to walk around in these clothes since they were more comfortable." Ok it was a bit of a joke but he had a spear at his throat so he figured he was entitled a joke or two.

"Actually, my lord," was that the right way to greet a Duke. He'd never met a Duke before so he wasn't sure. Whatever, he went with it. "We traveled here from a distant land. We have come long and far and seek a place to bed down for the night or two." Ya that could work especially since they didn't know when they would be leaving. His mind raced trying to think of a sensible reason why they were here. "We came for the hospitality of your kings house and we need to ask him, or his wizard, a question or two." It sounded believable enough. Whether they believed him or not he couldn't tell right away. Unfortuantely before he got the chance on if they believed him one of the guards took notice of his eyes.

“Oi, What is wrong with your eyes? Has the devil marked you?”

Crap. This wasn't good. A few of the other guards took notice of them too for a second before they started grumbling amongst themselves. Things like, "The devil", "Got the devil he does" "Right you are"... and many more mummers were heard for a bit before they all stared. Streak just shook his head. This was something he was trying to avoid. To bad he couldn't. He was used to people saying things about his eyes in his time but here it was a little weirder since they didn't know about mutants yet.

The Duke leaned forward on his horse to get a closer look at Streak's eyes. He did nothing to try and stop it. Maybe he should have but he didn't think it would matter. He couldn't hide his eyes, they hadn't exactly invented sunglasses yet and he left his back in the 21st century. The Duke just nodded his head and sat back up on his horse. His expression was impossible to read and he didn't say anything for a good long minute or two. Then he said, "What do they call you two in your distant lands?"

Shawn thought for a moment. He could give them his normal name but people didn't usually just give a first and last name here. At least the Duke didn't. Maybe it was just a Duke thing but here they could be called anything. Right about now he was really wishing he had paid more attention in History class to the hierarchy of the middle ages. Who knew that stuff would come in handy? Finally he said, "My name is Sir Shawn Quincy, Lord of Beetlejuice. And this is my traveling companion Sir Jorge Cervantes, Duke of Hogwarts and we are X-Knights of the Round Table." Streak looked over at Jorge and shrugged his shoulders with a small smile. Maybe they could pull this off even with the bogus titles. Streak prayed that they would buy it. The Duke himself looked a bit skeptical then he pondered out loud.

"Where are your swords and horses? Surely if you came this great distance you didn't come by foot and certainly without any protection."

Streak had an answer and a plan ready for that. He wasn't sure how he had a plan for the answer so fast but his mouth started working before he could think of a problem said, "They're in the brush back there. We decided to leave them there and enter your domain unarmed as a sign of good faith on both our kingdoms parts. We can get them if you would like us to enter with you." Maybe they'd go for it. If they did then he could create a couple of swords for them and maybe a bow again. If they wanted a guard to go then they would have just called their bluff. It could go either way for the two time travelers.

Jorge watched the exchange in silence. Shawn was doing his best, but he was floundering. Bad jokes were really not the best things to be throwing around today, not with the company that they were staring down. But still, the detective could not blame the kid for at least trying.

Unfortunately the tides quickly began to turn against them. The Duke’s men were eyeing Shawn as if he were something kind of harbinger. At first Jorge really did not understand why. Then he remembered the X-Men’s eyes. They were silver and more than likely it was easy for them to look just slightly unnerving, especially to this populace. They had never seen mutants before. And in a world filled with such religious turmoil that anything out of the ordinary seemed supernatural, they were definitely on the wrong side.

The last thing he wanted was to be burned at the stake, not that he couldn’t get out of that, but it was inconvenient nonetheless.

In strong silence he continued to eye the Duke who was peering closely at them. Whether or not he believed them, Jorge couldn’t tell, but watching the man closely. They were being peered at, scrutinized for validity to their stories. Finally, he spoke up…

>> "What do they call you two in your distant lands?"

Jorge’s mind whipped into a whirl. How much renaissance literature had he read in his lifetime? After all, that was his major in college. He should be able to come up with some names that would be iconic and yet vague enough to not draw suspicion. Maybe--

>> "My name is Sir Shawn Quincy, Lord of Beetlejuice. And this is my traveling companion Sir Jorge Cervantes, Duke of Hogwarts and we are X-Knights of the Round Table." [/color]

Slowly Jorge turned to look at Shawn. Was he…SERIOUS? Not only was the older cop flabbergausted but he really just had no way to register exactly what was said. He was a Duke from Hogwarts!? Should he laugh, cry, or punch Shawn out, he simply didn’t know. But he was going to have to hope that it was just ludicrous enough get past medieval nobility.

"Where are your swords and horses? Surely if you came this great distance you didn't come by foot and certainly without any protection."

>> "They're in the brush back there. We decided to leave them there and enter your domain unarmed as a sign of good faith on both our kingdoms parts. We can get them if you would like us to enter with you."[/color]

The Duke arched a brow as he peered closely at both men. His expression was unreadable until finally he muttered.

“Please do,” the man gestured to the bushes. “I would like the seen the emblems of your country for myself. I’m a collector.” He said as he motioned for them to get to the bushes to retrieve their swords. “And what of your horses? You must have traveled by some means.”

Jorge lowered his gaze a bit. Get their swords from the bushes? The detective hoped that the kid had some plan for getting out of this. He nodded to Shawn as they both began to head to the brush, but along the way he finally decided to chime in.

“Unfortunately, my lord,” Jorge said as he gestured down the road from whence they came. “My companion and I were ambushed by some rogues. A large man, with a thick mustache and dressed in red. We barely managed to get away with our swords. Our horses, unfortunately, were taken.”

A spark of recognition flittered across the Duke’s eyes.

“You both came from the west? Hmm, you must be strangers to our lands,” he chuckled. “No traveling with a right head comes from with the west without an entire guard. Those roads are infested with the Red Baron Cris and his highwaymen. We’ve yet to capture them. The woods around the road are dense. Maybe…there is some accuracy to your stories…”

Streak was just glad that Jorge was going along with everything. They headed for the bush as Shawn started to formulate a plan for getting out of this sticky situation he was digging them in.

Once they got to the bushes he said, "Thanks for going along with this. I'm obviously grasping at straws here."

Streak began to pretend to dig through the bushes like he was looking for a sword. He dipped behind a tree and his color suddenly changed to silver and he pulled out two swords fitting both of them. "Do you want a bow or the sword?" He asked Jorge.

Next he pulled out a couple of shields. One was broad and came to a point at the bottom. He shaped a boar on it and offered it to Jorge. His looked relatively the same except he put a scorpion on it. "Think they'll buy this?"

He retracted the silver from his body and looked normal, except for the eyes of course. "I sure hope this works, otherwise this could be a really short trip."

For the most part he was thinking that they were going to get called out and this bluff wasn't going to work. Maybe the swords would just be a little to much to believe. They started walking back to the Duke and his men with there swords. His was hanging at his side and his shield on his back.

Jorge nodded. So far it seemed as if the Duke was actually, possibly started to buy their story. That bit about the bandits seemed to help cement some of that. Thankfully Jorge had a feeling that it would. It was the perfect explanation for at least SOME of their inconsistencies. Bandits making off with their horses was a good touch, good enough to hopefully make it past the Duke and his men. But he only hope that Shawn could make some believable weapons. He saw that silver bow and arrow from before and that was pretty damn convincing.

>> "Thanks for going along with this. I'm obviously grasping at straws here."[/color]

Jorge smirked, though it really was not the time to be doing it, but he couldn’t help it.

“Obviously, Sir Quincy of Beetlejuice,” Jorge muttered as he pretended to look through the bushes that Shawn had led him to.

As he did though, he actually took a second to marvel at the sight. Shawn subtly shifted himself into silver and managed to produce a pair of swords that looked balanced and well enough to fit the both of them. He really was impressed with this young X-Man. Thankfully the kid had this ability or the two of them would be sunk right now…

>> "Do you want a bow or the sword?"[/color]

“Sword,” Jorge said as he took the blade that was offered to him. It would going to look funny, them not having any sheaths to slip the swords into, but they could always chalk that up to the thieves as well.

He then watched as some nice, strong looking shields were made. One Shawn crafted with the emblem of a scorpion, and other created with a raised boar’s head on its surface. Shawn really did have an artistic eye to be able to make such things out of nothing. Part of him wondered if he was an artist or something, but before he could think too far on it, the shield was offered to him. He nodded as he took it and slipped his arm into the handles. Having a firm grip on it, he tested the weight and it certainly seemed adequate.

>> "Think they'll buy this?"[/color]

Jorge nodded. “Looks real enough to me.”

>> “I sure hope this works, otherwise this could be a really short trip."

Jorge sighed as he straightened up and gave Shawn a calming nod. “It’ll be fine. “ Jorge confirmed and slipped the sword into his belt. It would have to do until he could get a sheath for it. “We just got to stay on our toes. Ready?”

Once he got a confirmation from Shawn, Jorge turned and began to head back to the Duke and his men. Proudly Jorge continued with his character of a knight from Hogwarts (siiigh) and tried to keep the mindset of the time that they were in. As they approached, the duke and his men all eyed the weapons with confusion and wonder. The weaponry was obviously not battle hardened enough but they had a beauty about them that made the soldiers just slightly jealous. Obviously, these were the weapons of high rankings.

The duke, most of all, eyed the weapons with a near greedy-like look upon his face.

“My,” he said, “those truly are quite impressive. The crasftsmanship is quite…remarkable.” He said as he eyed them both. “But, how were you able to escape with those in hands. Those alone are worth far more than a simple pair of horses.”

Jorge nodded.

“Obviously, my lord,” Jorge said. “We, unfortunately had to make a choice when we escaped. We take our weapons, or our horses. The woods were too dense for our horses, so…we took our weapons in anticipation with meeting with more unfriendly company.”

Again, the duke narrowed his eyes as he watched the both of them. His snake-like eyes did not let a single thing escape his vision. He seemed to try to pierce into their very souls, trying to extract whatever information he could. But it was slowly becoming apparent that no matter how hard either of them tried, they would never be able to read this man’s expressions. Not the true expressions anyways.

But, he smiled.

“Wise decisions. Weaponless, you both probably would have been far worse,” he nodded “Sir Quincy, Sir Cervantes, please, join me on my trek to the castle to meet my grace. You shall find food and warm beds for the both of you.”

Streak was glad that a Jorge had taken the sword that he'd offered him. It was hard enough to make these swords and shields of this quality. Unfortunately, also noticed that they were missing sheaths to go with these silver swords. He didn't think that the Duke was really going to care that they didn't have any sheaths for the swords. He had to be honest...The names he came with for them; he was having a hard time not laughing when they were said. It sounded even funnier to him when Jorge said it.

"We just got to stay on our toes. Ready?”

"As ready as I'll ever be I s'pose." Streak replied.

When they got back to the group the greed was obvious in the Dukes face when he saw the swords and shields. Even the most skilled craftsmen would be jealous of the work he'd done in such short of time. That wasn't to say that the Dukes' weapons weren't beautiful; they were, their were just different.

“My, those truly are quite impressive. The craftsmanship is quite…remarkable. But, how were you able to escape with those in hands. Those alone are worth far more than a simple pair of horses.”

He was really glad that Jorge had an answer for that because he didn't. When Jorge started to speak he kept his mouth shut. Fortunately they had been able to skirt around the whole silver eye situation, for now; although, he felt certain that it was going to be brought up later. He listened to Jorge speak.

“Obviously, my lord, we, unfortunately had to make a choice when we escaped. We take our weapons, or our horses. The woods were too dense for our horses, so…we took our weapons in anticipation with meeting with more unfriendly company.”

The Duke seemed to like that excuse. Shawn couldn't blame him. It was a good excuse and anyone with sense would see that. Even though they were digging themselves into a deeper lie that might come crashing down at any moment it still seemed to be shaping up well. After a pause, where the Duke was trying to see if he could detect their thickly weaved lie they seemed to be finally convincing him of the lie. He finally spoke.

“Wise decisions. Weaponless, you both probably would have been far worse,” he nodded “Sir Quincy, Sir Cervantes, please, join me on my trek to the castle to meet my grace. You shall find food and warm beds for the both of you.”

Streak smiled and replied, "We thank you, your elegance. Your hospitality is most appreciated." After he said this he gave a slight nod of the head. His hand naturally resting on the hilt of his sword. The shield felt natural on his back and seemed to be formed perfectly. Even he was amazed at what he could do with a little bit of time to create the stuff, instead of rushing for protection.

Inside the silvermancer was jumping for joy. He could hardly believe that they'd pulled this off. Now they just had to keep this charade of being knights from Beetlejuice and Hogwarts until they figured out how to get back home. The Duke turned his horse around and started to make his way towards the castle. Streak followed along silently, just waiting for them to get inside and hoped that they didn't have anymore questions to answer. If they did their lie may become to deep and they loose track of all the previous levels of the lie. Some of the guards were still eyeing him, knowing full well that he hadn't answered the question about his eyes. But they figured since the Duke didn't ask him directly maybe it didn't really matter.

Jorge sighed. He was thankful that the gambit had paid off. He knew that he was just piling on lie after lie, but it was what he needed to do. He was not going to die by the sword of some Duke in this time. He needed to make it back home to his own time, to the woman that he loved. Whatever had hurled them backwards through time, had to be able to be undone. It simply had to be.

But, with little clues on what happened in the first place, the most that they could do was simply survive until they could figure a way out. That was going to have to mean that they had to blend in as best they could. Hopefully while doing so, they could figure some way out of this mess.

>> "We thank you, your elegance. Your hospitality is most appreciated."[/color]

Jorge nodded in response. Hopefully this would go well.

“Agreed, we are extremely grateful for your hospitality.”

The troupe moved on and Jorge and Shawn followed along with the duke riding horseback and the rest of his men.

The rest of the trek to the castle seemed rather uneventful. Safely walking with the armored men seemed to help ease the people’s wonderment at the strange garbs that both Jorge and Shawn wore. Though the men and women they passed on the way to the castle walls still stared, there was less fear that Jorge could feel from them. They were…almost accepting. Maybe they were just used to the odd dresses of foreigners when they were part of a precession. Certainly visitors from other countries dressed in far stranger clothes.

Jorge sighed though as he watched them approaching the marketplace that was set up before the large, castle walls. Though people may stare, at least the tight quarters also allowed them to move slower. From there Jorge could hopefully trying to think of some more back up plans and lies for them to stay alert.

He nudged Shawn as the pair of them walked on and he nodded to a few of the townspeople who were out and greeting them. The gleam of their silver weapons were obviously be big draw because soon people were gathered, gawking and waving at them as if they were celebrities. Jorge merely waved back before he whispered to Shawn.

“Nice job on the weapons,” he said with a nod. “Its garnering us a lot of attention.” He wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing, but it was definitely a development.

(OOC: Joining from Medieval Monk Markdown)

The food he had secured had been passable but already Paul was wishing for a nice juicy hamburger back in the 21st century. The roast mutton had been flavorful, though a touch charred but he had been forced to stick with the muddy tasting water instead of wine or ale since he wanted to keep his wits about him. For the moment his Friar clothing was still passing inspection but as the sun began to descend in the sky it was very probable that people would expect him to leave town and head back to the monastery. Somehow he needed to find some way to keep from being forced to leave.

His mind was racing to come up with some sort of solution when he saw yet another small entourage beginning to make its way through the square and toward the castle. It was some sort of Lord, a few soldiers, and two strangers... two strangers from his time!

Paul's eyes narrowed sharply beneath his cowl. He didn't recognize the younger man but the older one was none other than Detective Cervantes. It was difficult to forget a man that tried to connect you to a multiple homicide but when trapped in the distant past a person had to let bygones be bygones.

"My Lord." Paul suddenly spoke out, moving forward with his gaze fixed on the older of the two strangers. Pushing his cowl back with one hand he revealed his face while never moving his eyes. "It's good to see that you have arrived safely. Unfortunately I've been unable to arrange lodging for the night but perhaps you have already managed that?"

The whole time he was speaking he was willing the older man to remember him and not to blow his cover. Surely they would find some way to work together in order to escape this time period and return to their own... if only the detective would set aside their own history for the time begin.