nextgenerationmarvel | What year is it? (Open to whichever team finds him first)

The trip wasn't what he had expected, but then again James wasn't sure what he had expected when he had stepped through the portal. To him, it should have been more instantaneous, but it was proving to be annoyingly long and he wondered if his sister was going through the same thing. Whether she was or wasn't, he was going to have to do something to end the trip, but throwing energy around didn't seem like the best of plans. Perhaps focusing his thoughts on a particular location?

Closing his eyes, James focused his thoughts on getting to past, which wasn't really doing anything but he didn't know that. Coincidentally, his trip ended abruptly as he shot out of a hole and rolled across the pavement, and his training quickly kicked in as he recovered during the roll and came up in a crouch with his gun aimed at the nearest person. Scanning his surroundings, he took note of the fact that there was no one going to war with one another, which seemed like a good thing.

Of course, he didn't recognize any of the structures, so he had no way of knowing where he was at. "Okay! One of you tell me where I am and what year is it?" His words were said as he waved the gun around like he was using it to point at someone in the crowd. Naturally, no one else knew that.

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Even though she was actually there in the US as Medical staff she still would refuse armor made for her, it slowed a ninja girl down, besides, it was a little more entertaining attacking her attackers with the wounds they inflict. Not that she thought she'd need to be in the room for medical or to protect Alistaire.

"Still say it was pretty dramatic Alistaire. The car would have been fine. I carry enough smokers on me to distract the cops for a few hours." She brushed her hair back a little fixing the loose knot it had been done in.

To James, Alistaire was exactly how he imagined a businessman to look, which was surprising since most of what he had to go on was what his parents and others from before the war had told him. Of course, the man seemed pretty overconfident in the fact that James wasn't a potential thread given how he dismissed his guard, but then again James hadn't actually given reason to fear so he didn't dwell on it.

"Please call me 'James', and I am from the future. Although, I'm beginning to doubt that it is yours," said James. Something had to have gone wrong with the machine when he entered the portal. It was the only answer that he could think of.

"I have a few ideas of my own about my future. Let's start with some specifics." He gestures to the chairs in front of his desk, before retrieving a bottle of scotch from his desk. "The other half of your name, if you have one, along with where and what date you came from. Also, when were you aiming for?"

"I still think sometimes you think too big." Reiko gave Alistaire a small grin knowing she'd get away with the comment.

"If it helps you at ease James, I am Reiko Tawakawa." She shifted a little to get comfortable. And Sensei's bark isn't as bad as his bite," She may have messed up the language there a little, oops.

James took a seat and thought about how to answer the questions that Alistaire had asked him, and he wasn't sure if it was wise to give his last name given who he was related to. "Honestly, knowing your name doesn't put me at ease, but don't take offense. Nothing really does anymore."

Figuring that he would have to give some information, he chose to only answer the latter questions. "I was in Victor Von Doom's castle a year from now when I jumped through a portal after my sister, and we were shooting for two different locations in the same year. It was supposed to be around twenty-four years ago."

"Not an inconsiderable amount of time... but close enough that you wouldn't face too much cultural backlash, as long as you weren't planning on going to the deep South." Alistaire muses. "if your transit was that short, I imagine there's another one of you running around locally, judging by your age?"

"And why go to all that trouble? Only the very wise or very mad have dealings with Von Doom."

Reiko sat quiet thinking. She knew who Doom was of course, she'd never had dealings with him, but then again she was ex-assassin, you didn't attempt to take Doom out even if hired at gunpoint. Though some of his research she had read...

"You said that New York was a war zone earlier, can you elaborate?" If she could try to save lives she would, it's her way to blot out some of the blood on her hands, Alistaire might have other plans but she would not allow senseless carnage if she could help it.

As soon as he said Doom, James knew that they were going to be curious as to what he had been doing there when no one would infiltrate Doom's castle even under threat of death.

"Fortunately for my team and I, the good doctor wasn't home and hadn't been for quite some time." Although, it might have made things a lot easier on all of them because they could have just had Doom build a new machine in a safer environment.

"I was born during the middle of an invasion by the Skrull race that had been going on for years, and things were looking pretty desperate for those of us that were still alive. The plan was to send a few of us back in time to warn people on Earth and Shi'ar Empire of the invasion, but something obviously went wrong for me."

"...I find it rather hard to believe there would have been a Skrull invasion that I would have missed. The 'stay indoors' parties during those sort of things are always excellent... combined with you describing Doomstadt as having been empty, leads me to estimate this isn't your Earth at all, at any point in time."

Reiko stayed quiet, watching both of them.

"Then we have to hope the others made it. I am sorry that I was unable to bring you to someone who can help." She looked down.

She glanced up at them both. "I still wish to help if I can. There has to be others that might know how to get you to where you need to be."

While it was disconcerting to think that this wasn't his Earth, James was more concerned about where his sister had ended up, and he feared that he would never see her again.

"So who would one turn to in such a crisis," he asked. The displaced gunmen highly doubted that there were many who could address his current problem, but then again this wasn't his world so what did he know anyway?

"Hmm..." Alistaire considers the matter. "The Chronal Variance Authority will generally find you if they decide its necessary. Likewise with A.R.M.O.R.

I can offer you a place to stay, and a chance to earn your keep, in the meantime. I can always use resourceful people on my staff, and you seem like you qualify." He sits up and starts typing on a tablet. "First priority is finding out how closely this Earth and this timeline aligns with your own." He works out about two dozen questions, ranging from the trivial to the broad. "Here, answer these the best you can."

Because if he can know which wars or stocks to invest in, along with who might be worth saving from a horrible death, that's just good business.

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