Ellie wasn't please with the fact that the mask had to stay on but at leas he was complying with everything else, "Fine. Mask stays on. For now." She turned on her heel, heading back inside the house. She needed a glass of whisky. Or vodka. Or both. She left the door open as she headed into the kitchen to grab a drink, watching Florian through the windows.
Should I Report You..or..? // One on One // Closed
Florin took a few moments before moving on and going in. It had been some time since he’d been in a house of this condition before. It was much better, compared to what he typically saw all of the time. Of course, he was on a completely different continent and even in a..different year. He still had to figure that part out.
He walked slowly, giving himself time to look at each and every detail in the home. As if he had never been in a house himself. Which, in a way, he hadn’t; at least, not in a while.
“What did you want me to explain..?”
The home was actually pretty nice. It was an open floor plan, the kitchen, dining room and living room all connected. There was a fireplace and a tv above it, long bookshelves bordering them. There were grey couches in front and a glass coffee table filled with notes and files. It felt a lot like a log cabin which is basically what it was. The kitchen and dining room were all oak with hanging lights and it felt very homely, like a place to relax after a stressful day at work.
Ellie pointed to the couch, "Sit." She downed a shot of whisky then poured herself a glass of wine before she went and sat down, "Who's Insurgency?"
Florin sat down on the couch. It had been some time since he’d sat down on a couch, but it definitely wasn’t a foreign thing to him.
Explaining things would be a decent task. Florin could do that. He stayed silent for a few seconds, considering things. Evaluating what he was going to say.
“Not who. What.” He started. “The Insurgency fights for..” he pauses. Sometimes, he wasn’t quite sure. He remembered the original goal of it, though. “The Insurgency fights for liberty. It’s kind of like an alliance of several countries, though there are other groups out there. The one I’m apart of is the largest, though.”
He paused again, thinking on what else to say. He thought back to when she told him it was 2020. Maybe he’d say something about that. But maybe she wouldn’t believe him when he said that he came from ‘2011,’ nearly ten years in the past from now.
He made his choice.
“It’s a bit hard to explain my situation right now, and chances are you won’t believe me. But I need to get this out of the way if I am to explain other things that you probably want to hear about.” He took a breath.
“Before I was here, I was in South America. And before I was in 2020, I was in 2011. As in, just a few hours ago, I was there, in that specific year. In a forest. With my squadmates, all of which I have no clue where they are anymore. We were all apart of the same Insurgency; same mission, etc.”
He stops speaking, giving himself time to think.
Ellie blinked once or twice. Then, she took a long sip of her wine.
"So, you time traveled?" She eventually said. It was the only logical explanation but time travel didn't exist yet. Well, not that she new of, "But, there is no such thing as the Insurgency. I'm pretty sure if it existed I'd know, I work with the government but I haven't heard anything about it."
She leaned back in her chair. Maybe this guy was just insane and he escaped from a mental institution. But that's not something you'd wear in a mental hospital.
"Okay, let's just say that this organisation you works for exists and I just don't know about it. What exactly do you do?" She gestured to his outfit, "That's a lot of armor."
“Well, it depends on what job you do in it. For people like me, you’re typically taken at a young age..like I was around 11 years old, when I was taken, and trained for a specific job for a long time, unless they’re running real low on people.”
Florin looked up. “I don’t know much about other people in the Insurgency, but I know what I do. I follow orders. I fight other people. I make sure my mission is completed..even if it requires the sacrifice of my own life. But that’s pretty normal for me.”
He considers the time travel. “maybe something of that sort. But something really tells me that it’s a bit different then that, given that it looks like some of the events that I know of aren’t affecting this place, even though they..should.”
11 years old. Same age as she was hen she moved to America from England. She shook the thought out of her head.
"What events do you means? Do you not have Trump where you come from or Brexit or what?" Elide was starting to get more and more confused and contemplated possible different scenarios. Maybe he was just from a lab and was in some virtual reality shit? Or something like the Maze Runner. Or… "Alternate universes." She mumbled.
“Sort of. Although there’s probably a few different places in my..world compared to your ‘world.’ Has the Third World War began yet?” Florin asked.
Alternate universe seemed like a possibility. He never thought too much of the idea himself, but he was aware of it.
Her eyes shot up to Florin, "World war three? No not yet. But it'll probably happen soon with the way things are going right now it probably will. But you're saying, that in your 'world', in 2011, you're having World War Three?"
“For quite a while, yes. It started out as a series of small conflicts, then developed into a larger one about a year ago.”
“I mean, in 2010,” he corrected himself.
She nodded a little, "Right so, let me get this straight. Ten years ago, world war three started. You're with some organisation called Insurgency and somehow you ended up in my back yard by with I'm assuming is time travel or something along those lines, correct?"
“Yup,” he leaned back. “That’s about it, what I told you. Alternate universe or something. I don’t know.”
She took another long sip of the wine, "There's no other explanation other then an alternative universe. The next question is how did you get here? If you managed to cross over maybe other people did."
“If other people got over, they weren’t near me. No clue how I got here, either. I wasn’t aware of any technology that could transport one to a different universe..although, the Sedorians may have something to do with that, given how secretive they are.” He sat back up again.
Ellie raised a brow, "The Sedorians? Who the hell are they?"
“Ah,” he recalled back to when he said certain events didn’t exist in this world. “Probably a group of people that don’t exist in this world. If they don’t exist, I’m guessing the world map looks different here too.”
“Sedorians are the people that allied with a bunch of countries, so that eventually, when tensions came up high and the war began, all of those alliances kicked into effect and made it into a world war. Sedorians live in a country called Sedori. It’s like this big..island, really hard to invade if you’ve never been on it, easy to defend if you live there.” Florin stated.
"Okay so, what I'm getting at is this country that your describing sounds a lot like Australia, a big island in the middle of no where but… the alliance stuff doesn't sound so different to some of the stuff that happens here. Countries ally with one another in case of war." Ellie shrugged, "We just don't have a country called Sedori."
“I mean, Sedori is smaller than Australia. And a lot more jungle like,” Florin recalled. “Yeah, I figured that, about the alliances.”
“Was there..anything else you wanted to know?”
Ellie rubbed at her forehead, "Not right now. I think I've got everything for the moment. But if I think of anything else I'll tell you in the morning."
“Right..” Florin glanced around, unsure of what to do now. He still seemed curious of his surroundings. And of course, still thinking of how did I get here, but his current focus was what was going on right now.
“..So what do I do now?” He turned towards her.
"Look, it's been a long day, and I'm assuming you've had a long one too. For now we both need to rest and we can discuss the situation in the morning," She replied, standing and heading for the kitchen to place her glass away.
"I have a spare room you can use. My brother's old clothes are in there you can change into if you wish."
He looks down slightly. “Sure, yeah. It’s been..” ..Quite the long day.
It’s hard to believe he began this day in the past, and now he’s in the future, most likely in some sort of alternate universe. Well, he would always be ending the day in the future, but several years in the future?
Florin stands up, looking around. It takes him a few seconds before he asks a question. “Where is the spare room?”
Ellie inclined her head, "Follow me."
She led them up to the second story of the house, leading Florin into the spare room. It was fairly nice. A double bed with tables on each side. A lamp on one and a candle with some fake plants on the other. There was a dresser across from the bed, a bunch of random things and books pilled on top, "You can stay here. The bathroom is the second room on the right. My room is the one at the end of the hall."
He nodded, surveying the room as if he had never been in a bedroom before. Well. He hadn’t, technically; at least not one of this condition before. He turns back to her with a nod of silent thanks.
“Have I asked your name yet?” He seems to think. He doesn’t remember if he has, already.
"It's Elliana. Or Ellie," She shrugged a shoulder, "Well I'll leave you to it. If you need anything you know where I'll be." She offered a small smile before leaving, shutting the door on the way out.
This was all so strange, he'd just shown up out of nowhere and now he was going to stay the night? She just needed to sleep and clear her head at this point.
Ellie.
He turned back around again as the door shut and went back to looking around the room. Inside. He was sleeping in a house, for once. Which was strange, but a decent feeling.
Florin blinked, glancing up at the ceiling. He removed his boots; he definitely wouldn't be sleeping in them now that he was inside. Outside, maybe; but on a bed?
He removed anything he considered 'extra' to sleep in, minus the mask. As he's doing this, Florin realizes just how many scars he's accumulated in..just the past year, maybe a little less, over; he didn't know. It wasn't like he was covered, and not all of those scars had long and interesting backstories to them; some of them were from before all of this, from his childhood; like an accidental fall of some sorts. There was one, though, that his hand moved down to; one by his ribcage, if he had to describe it. It was a bit different.
It could've been me.
Florin ignores those thoughts that he's about to have. He's not going through that again. Right now, he just needs some sleep. He gets onto the bed, laying on his back and staring at the ceiling. Sleep won't come easy for him, that's for sure.
As soon as Ellie had shut her door, she flopped onto her bed and groaned into her pillow. What the hell was she thinking? Letting a stranger from another universe stay in her spare room? Yeah, sure, she was totally sane and not going crazy at all. Maybe she needed to get a different job where she didn't deal with this shit on the daily.
Sighing, she got up and changed into her pj's, heading into her bathroom to take off her makeup and such. This was such a crazy situation. Yes, she dealt with the unknown, but the theory of alternative universes was just that, a theory. But clearly Florin had proved that theory correct.
And traveling between them? Her Earth at least didn't have the technology to do that, after all everything in this situation was just theoretical here. But even Florin didn't know how he got here, and that made everything all the more confusing.
Ellie headed back to the bed, climbing under the covers. She didn't sleep for a while, not for a long time.
In the morning, Ellie was up at basically the crack of dawn. She didn't have work today, thank god, but she new she might have to go in, anyway to at least try and get some information on what might have happened.
She didn't bother changing from her pj's, just a pair of loose pants and a tank top as she headed downstairs to grab a coffee. The top of her tattoo's and scars were showing but she didn't give a damn, not this morning.
It was a conflicting statement on whether or not Florin slept well. One statement he would not dwell on for that long.
Florin was up within a few minutes of opening his eyes. Before that, he had been staring up at the ceiling, not doing much of anything. Now though? It was time to get up. He had almost forgotten where he was when he woke up, it seemed all so fast. But he recalled the events of..last night.
Florin debated on whether or not he should bother putting together all of his armour. It was likely to be more of a liability if he put it on, and never ended up needing it in the first place. He’d just keep everything he wasn’t using up here, neatly put away until it was time to retrieve it.
He headed over to the bathroom to give himself a quick rinse over in the sink. You know, just splash some water onto his eyes. As he did that, he paused, looking himself in the mirror. A sharp pain by his ribs had him flinch back slightly, as he realized it was by the area of the scar.
Why…now?
It didn’t last that long, though, nor was it that painful. He had experienced more pain. And the scar was not his focus, either. He dried his hands and gave himself another look over in the mirror, before heading downstairs.
Ellie didn't know whether Florin would want any coffee, but she made him a cup, anyway, leaving it on the counter. She heard him coming down the stairs as she starting making something for them both for breakfast. Ham and cheese croissants. She put them in the oven, taking a sip of her coffee and leaning against the counter as Florin come into view.
"Morning. Coffee is on the counter if you want it." She tilted her head towards the cup, looking up from her own coffee to Florin. It felt strange to not see him in the armor he had been wearing yesterday night, but she had no doubt that he'd put it on again at some point.
Florin gives the coffee a glance, then the nod towards her. He closes his eyes as he speaks. "I appreciate you making the coffee, though I do not drink it myself." Which was true. Never had Florin tried coffee but for one time, and he recalled not enjoying the taste.
He peered over at her, noting what showed of her tattoos and scars, but said nothing of it. It even seemed to remind him of his own wrist, as he looks down at his left wrist, the small set of numbers 6734 displayed on it.
He isn't looking at them for long though as he looks back up at Ellie. "So…What are we..uh.." He fumbled with his words slightly. "..What are the plans for today?"