Streak and Jorge continued to walk in procession with the guys from the castle. It was completely obvious that they were getting gawked at by the people in the market place and just generally everyone in the area that could see. He supposed they must have looked pretty darn official coming into the castle with a posse like that. All the attention was actually a little unnerving and he was soon hoping that this procession would soon end. Streak didn't know how long they would need to keep up the façade of being royal knights. He secretly hoped that it wouldn't be for too much longer. The silver eyed man looked over when Jorge nudged him.

“Nice job on the weapons. Its garnering us a lot of attention"

"Thanks. But I'm not so sure that that's a good thing. Let's just be careful." Streak responded.

He could tell that Jorge thinking the same thing about the situation. At this point it was really hard to tell if all this attention was a good thing or if it was going to come back and bite them in the rears. Worst case scenario? They get caught in the lie and have to try to explain everything before they're burned at the stake. Best case? They get away with it until they can find a way back to the 21st century.

As they walked Streak waved at people. There was no reason not to be cordial with people if they seemed intrigued with your presence. Suddenly out of seemingly no where, a monk came up to them and started to address them. The caravan came to a complete halt. No warning or anything. Just BAM! stopped right in the middle of the street. All eyes turned to the monk that was addressing Jorge.

The silvermancer had never seen this guy before but he was either hiding from the guards and hoping that these two new comers would help him, or he knew Jorge. It was obvious that the guy wasn't talking to Streak. This man was much older than him but it was still possible that Jorge knew him. He hid the look of confusion from the Duke and guards that were escorting them and waited to see what his comrade in lies was going to say to this man. Were they about to get themselves even deeper in this web of lies that they'd already spun? It sure seemed that way. The Duke turned to Jorge and said, "Sir Cervantes, do you know this monk? If not I can have him removed from our path and send him on his way back to the monastery." The silver eyed mutant waited with almost baited breath for Jorge to respond.

>> "Thanks. But I'm not so sure that that's a good thing. Let's just be careful."

Yup, apparently Shawn was having the same feelings about the whole mess. He really had no idea what to expect anymore because as much as he praised the weapons, he feared that it would draw them far too much attention. One glance of them by the duke and suddenly the man’s whole attitude had changed in their favor. But that led him to wonder…was it their stories he was compelled by? Or simply the silver weapons that would probably be worth a small fortune?

Whatever the case, Jorge tried to wrack his brain to think of some way out of this whole mess. There had to be something that could help them here. They couldn’t have just appeared out of nowhere, with absolutely no way of getting back. It just didn’t make any sense at all.

What they needed was a sign. A sign from God, or whatever higher force was pulling the strings of this mad puppet show, to show them that they were not alone, that there WAS a way out of this.

Then…a monk suddenly appeared before them.

The simply dressed man in a dark robe that announced absolutely no fortune, stood before them and ground the procession to a complete halt. At first Jorge worried that maybe whoever this person was, brazen thief, or something, that wanted to attempt to rob them. Odd for the middle of the city. But as the man lifted back his hood, Jorge saw the last thing that he expected…a familiar face…

>> "My Lord…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?"

Jorge tilted his head. That face. It certainly was familiar but from where? It was obvious not someone from his own life because that would be utterly impossible. Who else would be in this time, and how? But he just could not shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe that this man was someone that he knew.

>> "Sir Cervantes, do you know this monk? If not I can have him removed from our path and send him on his way back to the monastery."

The detective regarded the man closer, scrutinizing every feature of his face from the gap between them…until finally a name popped up. Paul. Paul McCoy. There was absolutely no way that this was the same man…but the look he was giving him. It was as if he were absolutely willing him to remember him. To make that connection.

Jorge would have to take a stab at it…

“Umm…yes…” Jorge responded to the duke with a nod. “This is our third, traveling companion, Paul. I sent him ahead to announce us, but…it seems as if he was unsuccessful. Paul,” Jorge said as he tried to take on a reprimanding tone. “I told you that you could complete your worship later. Lodgings were most important to us at the moment, especially after our run-in with the HIGH[/b]way men we barely managed to escape from?”[/color]

This was such a bad decision. But he couldn’t just abandon Paul. Even if he was suspected of murder at one time…

SUCCESS! Paul felt like shouting and pumping his fist in the air but that wouldn't be particularly becoming for a monk and neither would it fit the time period. The Detective had remembered him! "I probably owe him something of an explanation."

"My apologies Lord." Paul responded as he hung his head ever so slightly and did his best to look chastised. "I was so thankful for our safe arrival in these lands that I couldn't help myself. I shall do my best to keep my worship from interrupting my duties ever again."

He was doing his best to play up the roll of the humble monk and servant but he wasn't sure if the man that had address the Detective as 'Sir Cervantes' was really buying it. It was clear he had a questioning look on his face, with just a touch of suspicion mixed in, but it wasn't enough for him to have the strangers clapped in irons. At least not yet anyways.

"Very well... are there any more members of your party that we should watch for?" The man asked as he turned back to the two foreign knights. His gaze flicked back and forth between them, momentarily ignoring the monk. What harm could a monk do after all?

For a moment, Paul was tempted to speak up about Lumen being in the castle but instead chose to bite his tongue. If the rumors he had heard about her mysteriously appearing right in front of the banqueting King were right, then it was probably best not to mention their involvement with her quite yet.

As Paul let the royals talk, he noticed that the soldiers were watching him very carefully. Ever though the Duke was currently ignoring him it was clear that these soldiers did not view him as someone completely non-threatening. Maybe they were worried he would cursing their souls or some such non-sense. Pointedly ignoring them, the older man returned to simply watching the three lordly man discuss the situation. Worrying was for those that couldn't come back from death.

Streak was actually a little relieved that Jorge knew this guy. The guards didn't seem so happy with having an extra person around to bring before the king. Paul seemed to be catching on to the story that they were weaving before these medieval people. Great one extra person to make this even more interesting. I just hope he can keep up with the lie that they were involved in.

He looked at Paul with his silver eyes and hopes that no more conversation would be necessary for now. They Duke and his men still seemed to eye him suspiciously enough because of his eyes, and now that he was toting around a silver sword and shield it was even more suspicious.

Streak actually smiled when monk Paul acted the chastised part. Hopefully it was good enough for the Duke. As the actors kept up with their roles the commoners that had stopped to look decided to go about their business. Soon it was the Duke that spoke up.

"Very well... are there any more members of your party that we should watch for?"

Honestly Streak sure as hell hoped not. He wasn't sure how many more fake identities they could stack onto this tower of lies. For once Streak was glad that they didn't have credit cards or anything because then they couldn't be accused of stealing peoples identities. On the down side they certainly could be accused of impersonating a monk and a dishonoring the title of knight.

"It is getting dark we must return to the king before the feast is over. He will be expecting our report." The Duke said to the entire company. He bumped his horse and they all started walking again making a bee line for the castle that lay in the center of the city.

It was only another five minutes of walking in silence before they reached the entrance to the castle. There were flags flying everywhere. Banners hung from the ramparts and the arches. People were dressed in fine clothing and your could smell the food cooking from the outside. Even from the outside it was obvious that a roaring fire lay in the main room. Music floated out the two huge oak double doors, that were sitting wide open, and there was also the sound of plenty of commotion going on inside.

Before they entered a stable boy came up and took the Dukes horse. The rest of the guards dispersed, taking their weapons with them and pretty soon it was just the three time travelers and the Duke. The Duke turned to them and said, "You cannot meet the king looking like that. You change and be presentable before his highness." he clapped his hands and a group of women appeared ready to take their measurements. "These ladies will show you to your rooms. They will take your measurements and get you some suitable garbs. Your attire will be ready in moments. Then I shall fetch you and we shall greet the king together." It was less of a request and more of an order. Since they were guests it seemed as if they had no choice but to go along with it.

The Duke bowed and exited inside the giant doors. Now it was just the women and them. Streak looked at the two men and said, "I guess we do what he says. Lead on ladies." he wasn't thrilled about it but there wasn't much he could do to deny such a request.

The lies! The horrible, stacked upon, LIES! They were growing by the second but the good detective knew that he really didn’t have a choice. They needed to keep their cover or absolutely everything would be ruined. He was not going to spend the rest of his life trapped in another time. They needed to keep surviving until they could at least find an answer of some sort. There had to be a way out. And, with the inclusion of Paul into their little band of merry men, at least that offered some hope; maybe Paul would know something that the rest of them didn’t.

The question was could he really trust the man? After all, he was under a murder investigation before the evidence could not really find anything connecting him to the crime. Jorge would have to gamble one whether or not he could trust the man.

Thankfully Paul was playing along and Shawn said nothing, other than give Jorge a look. It seemed like it was enough to fool the duke and with the rest of the commoners separating, Jorge, Shawn, and Paul were once again led off to the castle.

Jorge had never been in a castle before. Not unless you counted the Princess Castle at Disneyland that he and his sister were dragged to by their parents. But that obviously did not hold the slightest candle to the real thing. The detective marveled at the architecture, the thick blocks of stone, the finely woven tapestries and the thick, wooden doors. The whole building was such a genius example of human ingenuity that Jorge actually found himself a little in awe of the entire place. \

But before they were led too far into the stone hallways, the duke stopped them and signaled for attendants as his soldiers dispersed.

>> "You cannot meet the king looking like that. You change and be presentable before his highness…These ladies will show you to your rooms. They will take your measurements and get you some suitable garbs. Your attire will be ready in moments. Then I shall fetch you and we shall greet the king together."

Before any arguments could be said (why would they argue in their current predicament?), Jorge watched as small group of maidens appeared. It was obvious that they were servants and, with one look, they probably thought that both Jorge and Shawn were quite strange. But as soon as their eyes fell upon the weapons and shield, they gave them a little bit more respect.

>> "I guess we do what he says. Lead on ladies."

Silently they led on, while Jorge followed along. They were being led higher up into the castle, up winding stone steps. The women before them said nothing and Jorge did not dare initiate conversation with the two men that he was walking along with. Not right now. They needed to wait and hopefully compare notes when they were alone. He hoped that the when they were finally led up to the room and allowed to be measured that they would be left alone for some time so that they could actually talk.

Jorge hoped that Paul knew something.

Up they were led and into another cold, stone hallway that was line with flickering torches. Jorge smiled appreciatively at the young ladies that led them on. When they finally came to a halt in front of a pair of large, wooden doors, two of the ladies opened them to reveal a rather lavish chamber. It was elegantly decorated with sitting chairs, large windows, and various other kinds of décor that Jorge could only guess at understanding.

Silently they were beckoned in and measurements began…

OOC: continued from here

IC:

A chamber maid had just finished braiding Lumen's hair when the Maester entered the room. He gave the woman a look, and the chamber maid quickly picked up her things and left. There was silence for a moment. before the Maester spoke. "You did not come alone, Lady Lumen."

Lumen didn't understand what he meant, but in a moment realization crossed her eyes. "Others?" the Maester nodded.

"You understand my position, without reading their minds I have no idea if they're a threat to the King. And Prince Riori... only recently recovered from the Flux... we can't take any chances. Do you know who it might be?" His eyes met Lumens.

"I... I can't know for sure..." she admitted. "I don't know how many were pulled into the time Vortex. But I could... look. I could see... I could tell you." she was barley aware that she was quickly standing and making her way to the door. Her heart was pounding, all she thought was Paul... Paul... Paul!

The Maester slowed her down. "Wait. I need an understanding... if you can't vouche for these people... or if they turn out to be mutants with abilities that I can't protect against..." the rest went unsaid but Lumen understood and nodded. She'd just have to get them to listen to her, play the Maester's little game so they could remain safe.

She brushed herself off, smoothed out the violet dress, and let the Maester and a King's guard lead the way. She hoped the Maester made some arrangements in case they missed the King's litter. It was a great honour to be included in it and he would be greatly offended if he was snubbed she knew.

The Master led the way through a series of corridors that seemed like short cuts to wherever they were headed. Her skirts swept along the floor and a soft glow lit their way from her body. Since she was playing the role of an incarnate goddess she saw no reason to keep her glow in check.

Finally they came to two large doors. There were two guard on each side but with one look from the Maester, and a raised eyebrow at Lumen, they were permitted entrance. Once inside Lumen saw 3 men standing there being measured for clothing. One she didn't recognize... the other... "Detective Jorge..." she murmured... the women measuring Jorge looked up at her.

"Ladies, please excuse us a moment." commanded the Maester. Just like before the women instantly obliged the Maester and left the room. His face looked concentrated, Lumen knew he was penetrating their minds to see if they were friends of foe. It was then that she saw him.

"Paul!" she began to glow even brighter as she crossed the distance to the man in monks clothing who had been getting measured only seconds before. "What is with you and the robes?" she teased- since this wasnt the first time she'd seen him in them.

She quickly wrapped him in a hug that was more trembling than she realized.

"So you do know them Lady Lumen?" asked the Maester, but Lumen knew he could already tell from his own power.

"Yes this is... ah.. my friend Paul." she explained thinking the Maester knew the truth but trying to explain about living with a man before marriage in this time didn't seem like the best idea. "And that is Detective Jorge, I guess you'd consider him a Knight back home for what he does." she motioned. "They're of no threat to the King, Queen, or little Prince." she assured the Maester.

"And what about him?" asked the Maester pointing at the third man.

"I... don't know..." she turned her eyes to Paul looking for an answer.

"Well this is something I must know, before we go any further, before I allow these men to see the King."

The silver eyes had confirmed that at least one of the two was a mutant. It actually made sense in a strange way. Since Jack had been drunk it was quite possible that he had sent all mutants in the vicinity back in time without realizing it. Hopefully he had only transported mutants and no one else. This would be a little hard for most humans to accept.

When the entourage began to move on, Paul fell in step just behind the Detective and his silver eyed friend. the knife felt quite reassuring where it rested in the small of his back though he knew there was no way he could ever take on one of these trained soldiers with a mere knife. No, if it came to combat then his only hope would be to attack like an assassin. He might be able to handle someone hand to hand but against swords and spears it would be hopeless.

"I sure hope they can handle those things." He murmured under his breath as he eyed the silver swords the two 'Knights' were carrying. They didn't look like any weapon he had seen but there was something about that silver color that made him wonder if it was somehow connected to the one man's silver eyes. Was it possible that he somehow made or manipulated them?

The castle was noisy with what must have been the feast going on in the main hall. Had they arrived during some sort of celebration? Paul couldn't remember hearing anything about it while spending his time in the market but he really couldn't be sure. Not everyone was willing to speak with a man of the cloth about all the activity that made up their day to day life.

"These ladies will show you to your rooms. They will take your measurements and get you some suitable garbs. Your attire will be ready in moments. Then I shall fetch you and we shall greet the king together."

Without being given any sort of choice the three men were led down a few corridors, up some winding steps, and into the room that would apparently be their chambers for the time being. The fact that the young ladies were still there to take their measurements kept them from having the conversation that would soon be very necessary. How were they going to keep their stories straight when they hadn't had a chance to discuss anything? Paul didn't ever know that silver man's name for crying out loud. What if someone asked him?

The women split between the three and quickly went about their task. They were obviously shy and while they would give the occasional smile they otherwise maintained almost complete silence. In fact it was even a touch eery. Women in the 21st century were normally quite vocal about most things but yet here in this time period they maintained almost utter silence. Were they afraid to speak because they were in the presence of men or was it something else?

Without warning the door to the room suddenly opened and two figures walked in. One was a man that Paul had never seen before but the other was a glowing blond wearing an exquisite violet dress. "Lumen!" The happiness and thankfulness was obvious in his voice before he quickly turned, striding toward the young woman to meet her half way. Without even thinking about the fact that he was still in his monks clothing, he wrapped her in his arms, squeezing tightly. "What can I say... I just look good in robes."

Suddenly the man behind Lumen spoke up and Paul released his hold on her so he could better evaluate the man. Apparently he held some sort of authority or power because he was immediately questioning Lumen about whether she knew the three of them. It was a surprise to Paul that Lumen knew the Detective though she apparently didn't know the other man either.

"Well this is something I must know, before we go any further, before I allow these men to see the King."

"Sir Cervantes would be considered a defender of justice where we come from as would his companion." Paul spoke up, lieing smoothly. He actually didn't know a thing about the Detective's companion but he was pretty sure the man wouldn't be spending time with a murderer or assassin. If the silver man was with the Detective then that was good enough for Paul in this situation. "I am not a warrior, if anything I would be considered more of a scholar in my home."

The strange man fixed Paul with a gaze that seemed to penetrate to the very center of his mind. In fact, he could almost feel some sort of strange pressure before the other man gave a tight smile. "You speak truth about yourself and the Spaniard but you lie shamelessly about the other one. You know nothing about him. Why are you so quick to defend a stranger?"

Paul raised an eyebrow questioningly as he looked at the man. How in the world had he been able to tell that he was not telling the truth? Was that strange feeling in his head connected? Unable to get an answer right at that moment he turned his eyes back over to the Detective and his silver eyed companion. Since he couldn't cover for them it was up to the two of them to defend themselves.

Well this was certainly taking a turn for the worse. And fast. There were people popping up left and right that knew each other but no one seemed to know him except for Jorge. As they were getting fit for their clothes the doors burst open and they were interrupted by a stern looking man and a woman. And if Streak wasn't mistaken she looked like she was glowing. This man seemed to have some pull in this time and the women quickly gathered their things and left. He wasn't actually sure if they were done with the measuring or not but he supposed that it wouldn't really matter if things went wrong here with this guy.

The first person to speak was Paul. Surprisingly he tried to come up with a cover story for Streak even though they didn't know each other. The thought was endearing to say the least; however, this guy seemed to be a lot harder to fool than the Duke. He didn't buy the story one second and he immediately called out Paul's bluff. How could he have told that Paul was lying so quickly and with such a short string of words? Maybe he was a telepath from this time. It would only seem probable that there would be mutants in this time as well as in their current time. Although, the chances of running across one in this time had to have been like a billion to one odds. Streak fixed the man with a hard stare, trying to read his expression and intent. He seemed able to penetrate the minds of others but unfortunately Streak himself couldn't read minds, and thus was left to guessing.

"I can vouch for myself. Although, I'm thankful for Paul for standing up for me. My name is Shawn and as it would seem none of our lies would pass you I'll simply say that I am somewhat of a my time Robin Hood protecting the innocent and such." As he talked he could feel a pressure building in his head. He wasn't sure if he was getting a headache or if this guy was trying to read his mind. Either way he continued and said, "Ya know it's not nice to read people's minds without their permission." The pain subsided and he got the feeling that this guy didn't really get what he was looking for. "We are of no threat to the king and all we want is to find our way back home."

The man continued to stare at Streak and he met the stare back. "You've met someone like me before haven't you?" That brought a smile to Shawn's face and he nodded. "I wasn't able to see if you were telling the truth or not. How did you get here?" He asked, even though the silvermancer had a feeling that he already knew the answer just like this woman did.

"Well I think you already know that answer... but as for actually in the castle? We were invited in to meet the king by Merek Seymour the Duke of Devonshire. We convinced him that we were knights." Even if the guy didn't get what he was looking for out of Streak's head it didn't mean that he might not be able to pull it out of Jorge or Pauls heads. What was the point of keeping up a charade if the person your playing charades with is looking at the thing that your supposed to be mimicking? So long as he didn't blow their cover or try to kill them then he wouldn't have a problem with Streak.

Meanwhile, while this conversation was going on the ladies that had taken their measurements were getting an army of seamstresses together to start hemming the clothes. They were under strict orders to get the clothes for these strangers ready soon. They were told the king would want to meet these knights and their monk and he was never one to keep waiting. The clothes were coming along nicely. They'd even been able to sow on a few patches that looked like the creatures on the shields that Streak had drawn. After what seemed like hours, but really it wasn't that long considering there were about twenty women all working on the clothes for three men, they were finished. They double checked the measurements and headed back upstairs to the mens room, hoping that the Maester was done with them.

Footsteps were heard coming up the stone stairway. There was no chattering, perhaps because they were scared of this man or perhaps because they knew that they weren't supposed to be talking by decree of the king. Either way the ladies showed up holding the mens newly made clothes and stood outside the door. As much as Streak wanted to just invite them in he was a little apprehensive about this guy who hadn't even bothered to introduce himself, but merely felt it his right to pry into their heads. Not being one for submission, Shawn did it anyway. A simple way towards the ladies and they hesitantly came in and walked past the man as if he might burn them to ashes on the spot. The ladies laid out the clothes for the men and quickly retreated. As their footsteps receded Streak laid his sword on a piece of furniture next to his shield and examined the clothes. They were exquisite. "Now if you'll excuse us we need to change."

His was a stunningly dark green. It ran the length of his torso and was long sleeve covering his arms all the way to his wrists. From there the cuffs tapered off into a silver cloth. It ran down to about the middle of his thighs, in front and in rear. On the front was an awesome embroidery of a silver scorpion. Just like his shield, it was poised and looked ready to strike, almost as if it would jump off the shirt at someone. The pants were a simple jet black and had silver stitching along the sides. They basically looked like jeans actually. The women had even been kind enough to bring two scabbards, belts, and boots for Jorge, Paul, and himself. He wasn't exactly sure how the man was going to react to all of this but Streak didn't mind. The craftwork that went into these clothes, in such a short amount of time, was unbelievable. Who said modern clothing was better?

(OOC: feel free to make up your own clothing style. Have some fun with it.)

There was just too much going on. First the detective, Paul, and Shawn had found themselves in one of the castles many chambers where they were being measured for clothing (and judging by the boy looks and batting eyelashes of one of the handmaidens, he was sure he was being flirted with in a medieval manner), then the next thing he knew everyone was being summoned out of the room by a rather boisterous voice. But as he turned to see who the owner of this voice was, after al it couldn’t have been the Duke, he was struck by the sight of the light haired, glowing woman that had stepped into the room.

“Lumen?” was all he could muttered as he watched her with surprise.

It had been months since he had last seen Lumen. She was supposed to have been investigating the missing children cases. What the hell was she doing here? And how did she know Paul? At least that is what he assumed with the way she had ran up and hugged him so tight. The detective was definitely going to be having some questions for her.

But before he could say anything, he stopped and simply listened to the discussion that followed. For whatever reason, the man who had walked in with Lumen was pretty bluntly asking them what their business was here. There was something different about this man though. He was not just some commanding noble. It seemed almost like he could see through their little charade. This was proven when Paul attempted to speak up for Shawn, whom he had never meant, and Shawn attempted to explain what was happening.

Jorge narrowed his eyes but said nothing as the man peered between the three of them. When their eyes locked, though, Jorge began to feel a pressure in the back of his head. The sensation was odd but he didn’t fight it. He had a feeling that if he did it would have only made matters worse. But in that span when the two men looked at each other…there seemed to be some sort of understanding made.

The man narrowed his eyes but nodded at the detective.

Jorge could only nod back in equal respect. They were simply trying to do their jobs.

“Well,” Jorge finally said as he glanced between them all. “This is a cozy gathering, but I hope that there are some answers too?”
Unfortunately, before they could get any real answers from either Lumen or the man that had come in with her, there was a knock on the door. When it was opened, Jorge was surprised to see that the women who had taken their measurements had already returned, bearing clothing. They must have already had some on hand and had simply altered them to fit their measurements.

>> "Now if you'll excuse us we need to change." [/color]

Jorge decided that they would keep playing along until they were given the okay not to. He followed one of the handmaidens who had taken his measurements. Handing him his clothes, Jorge, was relieved to see that none of them consisted of tights. That was at least a plus in this scenario. As he looked over the outfit, though, he had to admit that he was impressed with the work. A thick brown coat that was studded in silver and hung with sleeves just a little baggy, but it looked comfortable. The lighter brown pants and thick boots came next, it was all magnificent work. But what was most impressive was the emblem that had been sewed onto the left breast, that of a ferocious boar’s head. These people definitely worked quick and they worked in quality.

Scabbard and belt provided, Jorge sighed as he looked over the materials that had been handed to him. Thoughtfully he looked them over, deciding how this was going to work.

“Everything to your liking, my lord?” the coy handmaiden asked with a bat of the eyes lashes.

“Oh, just fine,” Jorge said with a nod and a friendly smile. “Many thanks,” Jorge said as he pulled off his coat. Subtly he detached his gun holster and glock 9mm in the bundle of his coat. He needed to keep a careful track of that. The last he needed was to leave a handgun in medieval times! Who knew how that was screw up time! But as he set his coat aside, he noticed that the handmaiden was still there, eyeing something on his belt. Jorge glanced down to see that he was still wearing his badge.

“That…is most beautiful,” the maiden said. “But, I thought your emblem was the Boar?”

“Of…my kingdom,” Jorge attempted to explained. “This…is a family crest.”

The maiden smiled as she eyed him. “I’ve…never met a Spaniard before. You are certainly the most handsome I have seen yet.”

Jorge, so not needing this attention, smiled appreciatively and nodded. If that woman’s eyelashes batted any harder she was going to take off! But, thankfully, she left her flirting at just that, flirting and excused herself so that he could dress. He hoped that that would be the end of it…but he doubted it. Anyways, Jorge took the time to dress…

When he finally returned to the rest of the group, Jorge was dressed in an outfit that fit him rather perfectly. Silver sword sheathed in its scabbard, Jorge crossed his arms over his chest as he glanced between them.

“These pants are not really made for boxer shorts,” he grumbled as he adjusted his belt. This was followed a hidden giggle from the gathered handmaidens and he arched a brow. It was that same one that had flirted with him earlier. Great, the last thing he needed was more attention…

ooc: so it's my turn, but Im trying to leave a bit of space for Paul to describe his clothes too so Paul feel free to kinda fill in the blanks!

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Before anything could really be explained or answered Lumen was quickly shooed from the room as the men dressed. The Maester didn't seem happy 'Shawn' couldn't be easily penetrated by his mind tricks, and seemed even less happy that he'd been shooed from the room.

"It's obvious the king has heard your friends are here. I think he may even be trying to see them before you do... he plays the fool but he's smarter than he seems."

"He's wondering if our stories line up." stated Lumen. The Maester nodded.

"We must explain things to your friends. And I'll have you know it's a holy sin here to be... 'involved' with the monk." Lumen turned red and didn't have much to say to that yet. "We'll explain to him you're role here, it should at least give him an excuse to see you from time to time." his voice softened a bit and Lumen found herself wondering again if he'd always been a Maester. In the little time she'd spent with him, he'd slipped a few clues to a previous life.

"Will they present him to the king at the litter?" asked Lumen after a moment had passed. She could hear near silent giggling from inside the room...

"That would be the best choice, and I think we should get you there before they do. We don't want the king to know you've all met already. Any sort of familiarity will raise his suspicions. I can only vouch so far, especially when my own powers are never spoken of. You understand this taboo?" Lumen nodded.

Finally a trail of women started filing out the door, and the Measter slipped inbetween them not even waiting for them to all finish filing out. "Lumen, I think it's time to explain things to your friends" he ushered her in. "...and remember, the King is expecting us in only moments. You have minutes... if less." Lumen nodded.

"Okay guys, here's what I've figured out so far..." she turned her attention to Jorge and Shawn "Jorge, it's nice to see you again... I wish it was different circumstances, Shawn, what a terrible way to meet someone- I apologize... Paul and I were in a bar meeting a mutant who could time travel. He was going to help us with a ... case... but the he turned out to be a lot younger than expected with a very low alcohol tolerance." low indeed. Just thinking about the kid made her blood boil. She hoped Paul would forgive her for acting as if it was indeed a case they were investigating, and not her brother. "From what I can tell, the kid time jumped- something he wasn't supposed to do until a late date, and because he did it drunk everyone got pulled in. I don't know who else from the bar is here- you're the first I've met. I've been here a night. The Maester here is a mutant..." she motioned to him "If you didn't guess already... but it's a very taboo subject here... they'd believe in Magic before believing in mutants. The king knows he has abilities and they have a bit of a silent understanding... the Maester offers wise council because he can read minds but it's very important you all know this is under wraps.."

"Indeed." interrupted the Maester "The King has had to fight several wars recently, and his son Riori has only recently recovered from the flux. He's very weary and suspicious of everything. I was able to convince him Lumen is a Goddess of his wife's celtic religion - it wasn't hard when she showed up suspended in mid air above the feast table glowing...."

"Oh Riori- right. Prince Riori. Paul and I were looking for a Riori- the only reason I can think the time jumper sent us here is that simple connection. " she realized she'd just interrupted the Maester's important explanation and went quiet again looking a little embarrassed.

"He may have bought my excuse for Lumen, but I fear it's only for the love he bears me as a long time servant, and because she's a member of the weaker sex she's seen as less of a threat..." Lumen hated to hear that but she knew in this time it was true. So she stayed silent if looking a little annoyed. "He will be more suspicious of men, wondering if you're from rival kingdoms, spies... I will try my best to convince him you are special like Lumen and that he should employ you. Obviously, we have no way of knowing when your time jump will end or when you'll go back..." Lumen didn't like to think about that. From what the kid told her, or could wear off any day or they could be here for a long run. It was better to just be prepared and get themselves in a position of safety. "be weary with how you stand out. While fancy tricks and powers may impress some, they will heighten suspicion in others. Commit to your characters and we may all survive this yet."

As he finished explaining Lumen realized she had drifted toward Paul. "I'm so relieved youre okay... but I'm sorry you were pulled in too." she whispered. Though in truth, she was selfishly glad he was here. When Paul was around, things just seemed to make sense.

"It's time Lady Lumen and I took our leave. We will be in the litter of the King that will meet you when he presents at the Market Place. He will present his healthy son, Lady Lumen, and hear some requests of the people. If we're lucky, he'll grant a few in favour of his son's health. It's then that you should present yourself, and convince him you are of worth and value. It'll be harder for him with all his city watching to turn you away" said the Maester. With that, he took his leave.

Lumen lingered a few seconds longer taking in the men in their garb. They didn't look that out of place anymore. She gave Paul's hand a squeeze. "Good luck you guys."

She knew she could count on Paul. But what would Jorge and this other guy- Shawn... think of her? It was her fault they were here! She quickly made her way from the room- her skirts rustling on the stones to catch up with the maester.

In a few moments she'd join the litter and process (sp?) out to meet the people.

Shawn... at least now Paul had a name to put to his silver-eyed traveling companion. He seemed intelligent enough and from his conversation with the Maester it was clear that he wasn't at all afraid of the man which was definitely a plus but he was also coming across as one of those goody two shoes people. The bit about 'protecting the innocent' was a bit much though it did shed some light on why the Detective would be friendly with this man. Maybe they actually worked together in some capacity back home. Paul would definitely have to watch what he said and make sure that he didn't give away to much information to either man. The fact that he had killed, stolen, and otherwise performed a few not so pleasant acts was probably best kept a secret. Though, with the Maester around, that might not be fully possible.

Before anything could be said further, the maidens came in with their new clothing and Lumen and the Maester were ushered out of the room. Apparently it was time for the three of them to get into fresh garments, though Paul couldn't really see the purpose for himself. He had already procured garments from the correct time period so why did he need to change? It was a question he was almost willing to argue with the maidens about until they laid out the clothing before him. While his tunic and scapula were somewhat homely these garments were several cuts above. First were jet black pants that were very similar to Shawn's but without any silver stitching. Over that was a pure white tunic that had been carded and treated until it was as soft as they could manage for this time period. The sleeves were long, extending to his wrists while the rest of it fell to about his knees. Next was a black scapula with cowl that was to be worn over the tunic. The scapula extended about the same length as his tunic but was sleeveless with open sides that allowed the white tunic to be seen through it. A very wide black cloth belt wrapped around his waist and then knotted off to the side. There was only one issue that Paul quickly noticed... with everything tailored so much better there didn't really seem to be a place to stow the knife he had procured earlier in the day which meant that he would be forced to remain unarmed for the moment. At least he could still hang the money back off of his belt. After slipping on the black boots that had been provided, Paul left the knife on the bed while he walked over to a piece of polished metal hanging on the wall that seemed to be the only mirror like object in the room. "I hope I don't have to take any confessions..." He muttered to himself as he looked over his reflection, "It's going to be hard enough to keep up appearances as it is."

"These pants are not really made for boxer shorts," The Detective grumbled which made Paul chuckle as he turned around to face the other man. "I don't think that under clothes are an issue for them quite yet otherwise, I think they would have supplied some fresh ones for us along with the rest of the clothing."

As the ladies that had helped with their garments began to file out, Lumen and the Maester walked right back in. Without any preamble they launched into their explanation of what had brought all of them here and what was going on during the current time period.

"Celtic Goddess?" Paul murmured with a slight grin on his face. It fit the young woman pretty well though red hair might have made the story even more believable. The Maester continued with the explanation and while he was concentrating on listening, Paul almost missed the fact that Lumen had moved to where she was standing next to him. "Don't be sorry," he whispered in response before quickly brushing his lips across Lumen's cheek, "I'm glad I'm here to back you up instead of you dealing with it alone."

All to soon their instruction was over and the Maester was taking his leave, followed in mere moments by Lumen after a brief word of encouragement. Since Paul really had no idea when they might have another moment alone, Paul quickly turned to face the other two men. "OK, let's deal with a couple of things really quick. Yes, I am a mutant though my abilities are a little hard to explain. Second," He continued as he turned to lock eyes with the Detective, "I really didn't have anything to do with the deaths of those men that you asked me about. Maybe I can explain things later but for now you're just gonna have to trust me. Finally, yes Lumen and I are friends and I occasionally try to help her with some of her investigations. I have a few skill sets that can be handy in her type of work. Now, is there anything else we need to cover before someone comes in to fetch us?" Crossing his arms over his chest Paul looked back and forth between the other two, waiting to see what they might say. He had hurried through his explanation because he had no idea exactly how much time they had but hopefully it would be enough to satisfy the Detective for the time being.

Streak just listened to everything that was going on. He had no intention of getting thrown into a medieval jail while he was here. Soon the other two men had changed. Their garb was similar in design to his but made of different colors and had subtle differences. Streak couldn't help but laugh at Jorges' comment about the underwear and he had to agree with Paul about the whole thing. He hadn't bothered to really think to much on the whole cloths situation since they were all taken care of. 

Once they were dressed they were once again faced with the Maester and Lumen quickly came back and filled them in on the rest of the story. He had to be honest. He was glad their story time was drawing to a close and those two left and the three men were left alone. 

Paul quickly seemed to fill the silence with an explanation that seemed to be more for Jorge than for himself. Streak didn't understand much of what he was talking about, but he had an idea that Jorge knew quite well. Shawn shook his head. He figured that pretty much summed it up. "Nope. I'm good." He said looking at Jorge. Unless Jorge had a complaint he didn't mind. Streak figured everything would be explained in time. 

Shawn figured that they only had a few minutes before the Duke came to get them. Streak didn't say anything. He placed his silver sword in its sheath and wrapped it around his waist, fastening it as a belt. It did feel like it fit rather well and he was glad that the whole thing was simply made. Since they were still waiting he sat down and was hoping that they would soon leave to meet the king and get this all over with. 

Jorge did his best to be comfortable. At least Shawn’s laughter was helping to ease the tension of the situation. But what they needed was answers as to what was going on and as to why they were here. Jorge was just as confused as anyone, especially with that appearance by Lumen and that man who was doing something with their heads. The detective was no longer exactly sure who he could trust so he would have to work off of a bit of faith here.

Still, the man sighed as he continued to readjust his belt and pants. These were definitely not your typical clothes you would find at the Gap. There was honestly no way he would ever be talked into a renaissance faire after all of this.

But just as the detective was grumbling, suddenly Lumen returned with her man in tow and just spilled the entire beans of the story…

Time jumping? Drunken kids? Celtic Goddesses? So THAT[/b] was how they all got here? Because Lumen had inebriated a time traveling mutant to the point that he accidentally sent a restaurant full of people backwards through time and space? Jorge’s mind boggled at the ideas of if other people got pulled in. What happened to them? How long as this going to last? Was time still flowing back home?

The detective sighed. All this was beginning to hurt his head. But before he could dwell too much on it, Lumen spoke with Paul and then excused herself with the Maester.

>> "OK, let's deal with a couple of things really quick. Yes, I am a mutant though my abilities are a little hard to explain. Second…I really didn't have anything to do with the deaths of those men that you asked me about. Maybe I can explain things later but for now you're just gonna have to trust me. Finally, yes Lumen and I are friends and I occasionally try to help her with some of her investigations. I have a few skill sets that can be handy in her type of work. Now, is there anything else we need to cover before someone comes in to fetch us?"

Jorge blinked as he watched Paul closely. He really seemed adamant that he had nothing to do with the deaths that he had originally been investigated for. In all honestly, Jorge had done that investigation but it really did seem to pull up nothing to actually leading to the deaths of those people. By all accounts, Paul was clean. So, considering the position that they were all in, Jorge was going to have to have just a little bit of faith that this man was not lying to him.

With a sigh, he nodded.

“Fine,” he said. “You already heard that we were brought into down by a duke. Our covers are pretty much that we are ex-knights who were robbed. It is best we stick with the stories. He,” he said as he pointed to Shawn. “Is the Shawn of Beetlejuice, and I am Jorge of…” he sighed. “Hogwarts. If what he says is true, that he can help spin that we are special as well, that may help us at least survive here until we can find a way out. Now—“

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK![/b]

Jorge turned to the door. Great. Looked like conversation time was over…

ooc: sorry the delay guys!

IC:

Lumen stood in her long dress outside the castle, just within the gates. It was very hot out- and she could see now why all the noble women were carrying paper and silk fans. She wished she had the sense to do something like that too. Thinking of gadgets automatically made her remember her utility belt. She'd been wearing it when she arrived- that meant it was back in her room. That belt could come in handy. It had her phone. She wondered if there was a chance in hell the thing still worked. Sure she probably wouldnt be able to make any calls or browse online- but the battery power should still hold up. Same with the pen flashlight and a few other gadgets she had kept on her person.

Trumpets blasted- signalling the movement of the litter. The carriage carrying the royal family was at the head surrounded by the Kings and Queens guard. Behind them marched the royal pages, the ladies in waiting, as well as various higher born nobles. The maester led ahead of Lumen and she followed. Behind her marched many of the knights. They seemed to stretch on forever, and though Lumen tried to steal glances to see who marched behind them she couldnt. She was sure somewhere in the mix of people were the rest of the council the maester was a part of. Perhaps a few scholars.... but she had yet to see her friends.

The trumpets blasted again and a large man stood between the mob of gaping people and the royals. "Announcing their majesties, King and Queen and Prince of Devonshire... the Royal Family." cheers roared out as The King led his little family out of the carriage, waving and smiling at the locals. Riori spotted Lumen the instant he hopped out and waved. This caused a few people to look her way. She was concious of the few shocked gasps of people who noticed she was slightly glowing. Some trick of the light? Or were they really seeing what they thought?

Lumen scanned the faces looking for her friends. The area had an overwhelming stench of manure, barley, and urine. She figured many of the people must be farmers and couldn't imagine the bathroom situation was as good here as it was back home. There was an underlying smell of soot and smoke, Lumen assumed some of the people were craftsmen as well. As far as she could tell from the way the audience reacted- they all loved the royal family. Not only that- but everyone seemed to be fit, healthy, and not at all slummish like she expected based on the smells. It seemed the peasants weren't as poor here as history books and movies would have her believe.

"My Loyal subjects. It is today, a fortnight from the name day of Prince Riori that I am happy to announce his full recovery from the Flux. In addition it appears as if this seasons wave of the flux has taken very few lives and moved on." there was an eruption of joy from the people, peasants shouted out praise for the little prince and the king.

Lumen turned slightly to the Maester "Forgive my ignorance, but I was led to believe illness is wide spread during your... ah... era... how did the city escape with so few deaths?"

The Maester looked thoughtful for a moment. He kept his eyes on the people but spoke quietly to Lumen. "You're not the first time jumper I have met. In my time, I have learned quite a great deal about sanitization. While I am still trying to convince his grace to enhance the sewage system I have been able to convince him to let me educate several squires who were tasked with educating 1 member from ever family in the city."

Lumen had to marvel at that. Of course, she wanted to ask the Maester more... but the King was speaking again.

"In celebration of the prince's health and name day, in the fortnight we shall have a tournament open to nobles and peasants alike. Several warriors will be chosen to serve as the Prince's guards and protectors. "

There was another cry- mostly from the young boys in the crowd. Pure excitement at the thought of fighting in their first tourneys.

" We have also been blessed with a visit from a very special incarnation. A women from the Queen's lands, one who will serve to advise the royal family, celebrate the Prince's name day, and serve the needs of the people.... I present, Lady Lumen"

Lumen had barley realized her name had been called- too busy scanning the people for her friends- when the Maester gave her a shove. "That's you're queue, you need to shine!"

Lumen stumbled at first but managed to catch herself. The Maester had coached her on what to say for this part. "You're graces." she said when she got to the front of the littler, she then bowed deeply and began to glow- not too brightly... but just enough. A collective gasp went across the crowd. "I am honoured to serve my Lords and Ladies of Devonshire. I will be of service to this great city and kingdom in any way that I can." the children pointed and stared, but the king remained steadfast in his commitment to welcoming Lumen so nobody dared say a word of questioning.

When Lumen took her place again by the Maester she could tell he wore a look of relief. As quickly as she could she reached over and squeezed his fingers for reassurance. It was probably a strange thing for a lady of the time to do- but she hoped the Maester understood her underlying message of thanks.

The King went on for a moment explaining that for this entire year to celebrate bypassing the Flux he would be reducing a portion of the taxes. This was met with more shock and joy than seeing a glowing woman. The King continued to address the crowd then finally he said, "On this joyous day, I shall hear the wishes of my people and grant those that I am able, and attempt to make arrangements for those I am not. I will also accept pledges of loyalty from those new to the kingdom, and hear your requests"

Again Lumen scanned the audience looking for her friends- sure they were blending in with the crowd now that they were wearing proper clothing.

(OOC: Sorry about my slow response. Somehow I missed seeing that it had gotten back around to my turn. I'll do my best to be a little more observant in the future )

IC:
Shawn apparently had no concerns about his new companion and was quick to say that he was good with everything. Down the road Paul was going to have to find out more about this young man. He seemed to accept things like time traveling a little bit to easily. How much had this man experienced in his short life or was he perhaps an immortal as well? Paul was beginning to think that they were a dime a dozen.

Turning his focus back to the Detective, Paul could see that he still wasn't 100%. From the way he was studying him, Paul knew that the man was trying to make the connections that had eluded him thus far. Unfortunately, they remained elusive and so all he could do was sigh. Thankfully that sigh then led into his accepting that for now he would trust Paul.

"Shawn of Beetlejuice and Jorge of Hogwarts... nice." Paul commented with a slight smile before there was suddenly a pounding knock on the door. Turning, the three men just stared at it for a moment before Paul suddenly remembered something of medieval decorum. "Enter!"

The doors swung open and the Duke of Devonshire strode in, flanked by two lesser nobles. All three had swords sheathed at their sides though, for the moment, they seemed more ceremonial than anything. "Sir Shawn, Sir Jorge, and Friar Paul, it is time to present you the King. He is at this moment preparing to go before the people in celebration of his sons recovery from the flux." For a moment the Duke eyed the three men, nodding his head approvingly at their new clothes. "I think that the king will be glad to have two more lordly knights added to his retinue. Follow me."

Raising an eyebrow ever so slightly, Paul glanced over at the other two men before falling in behind the Duke. It was obvious that Knights had a far higher value than Friars on a normal day to day basis. Perhaps if someone in the royal family was on death's door then a Friar would be of some worth but since that was not the case, Paul was someone to be overlooked and perhaps even ignored, not valued.

The walk was relatively quick and in short order they men found themselves joining the crowd of onlookers as the King spoke to them. Even at such a joyous gathering, a separation soon became apparent. The common people moved, pulling away from those of noble blood, leaving a small gap in between the two groups. Not really knowing where he fit in, Paul chose to remain with Jorge and Shawn for the time begin while he saw exactly how this might play out.

"My Liege!" The Duke called out when the King had finished speaking. Immediately those around them took a step back, leaving a clear line of sight from the King to his loyal Lord and the three strangers. "I bring before you three strangers that have come to our land. Sir Shawn of Beetlejuice and Sir Jorge of Hogwarts along with their companion and confessor, Friar Paul. They were set upon by bandits outside the city but have now come to pay homage to the ruler of this land!"

Paul couldn't remember any previous discussion of homage but it was apparent that it was what was expected of them. "Step forward!" The King's voice rang out in command as his eyes focused on the Knights, barely giving the Friar ever a passing glance. This was most definitely not the right disguise if he was trying to get a girl but since he was more interested in passing through undetected, it fit quite well with Paul's purposes. "Game time." He murmured under his breath, as he purposely stayed behind Shawn and Jorge, playing the servile position for all it was worth. This was how things worked in Dark Ages... wasn't it?