taxonomites | 06| Location: Old Sanctuary| Always chocking from the stench and the fume

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06| Location: Old Sanctuary| Always chocking from the stench and the fume

Kobra was still skeptical about this, but for some reason he wanted to trust James. Maybe because he reminded him a little of Jet Star. The entire calm and responsible and reasonable thing, maybe. After he had picked the lock Party and him had made a quick escape and Kobra had gotten his jacket back from the roof. He felt a little better just for wearing it. But he still couldn't sleep and everything seemed to press down on his chest. The smoke hadn't been too good for his already abused lungs.

He was restless and knowing that he couldn't escape was driving Kobra mad, like a tiger pacing in a cage. at least in the desert he knew that he could drive, drive until he reached the end of the world if he wanted to. He'd wandered around the city for a while until he felt ready to fall asleep in a doorway, which wouldn't really do him any good, so he got out the tablet and navigated to the place James had given him the coordinates for.

It looked....exceptionally weird and Kobra got even more apprehensive. Maybe coming here hadn't been a good idea, but if the guy had a piano...well. Kobra was easily bribed with those kinds of things in addition to his general disregard for his own safety. Squinting behind his sunglasses he looked up at the building and wrinkled his nose before shrugging and making for the front door, only feeling a tiny bit awkward as he knocked. He hadn't knocked on doors in ages, and this was more a vague memory from his time in the city than actual, ingrained manners. In the desert you got out your gun and kicked doors out of the way, that's how you entered a building. Kobra had a feeling that the citizens here wouldn't appreciate it and after Party's and his recent stunt they'd better lay low for a little while.

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With a nod James listened, just taking it all in. More to be learned merely by listening after all, and Kobra didn't seem to grasp that, which was good, the more James learned the better he could help him after all. "Yes, I know how that is, even the sun in London can be bright enough to hurt ones eyes."

Use the information against Kobra? No far from it, James was willing to let it go, to just figure out the young man. It was important after all, and when he leaned his head back he sighed and more the stethoscope, not to thrilled with what he had heard, but he would keep it to himself. The boy had issues, and pushing treatment on him would not help at all.

As Kobra talked however James found himself trying to stay calm, he understood how that felt, to see someone you cared for taken or harmed. Trying to stop it. And when it was family? It was all the worse. So the entire tale, even as he fought to understand precisely what the boy was saying, was hitting close to home and he frowned at the end of it. This sounded like what had happened when he arrived to Helen, he could understand. "I can imagine it would, however this place, seems able to bring back the dead or remove them before they are dead. I myself am dead in my friends time, not that I have experienced it yet." But he was close, so close to it if he went back it was frightening to think about really. So he fiddled with the stethoscope in his hand and tried to look at peace with that, when he was anything but. "Though I am sorry to hear how it occurred for you, using a child as bait is, nothing to be proud of."

"Fucking sucks if we're on a raid," Kobra huffed. Keeping your mask on out in the desert was rule number one, but he couldn't wear his sunglasses with it and when they finally made it back to the diner he'd just go and lie down under one of the booths, eyes closed and body trembling from exhaustion and pain.

"Are you?" Kobra asked, frowning at James. This was batshit. "I just don't get it. He was still there, in my time, but he's been here longer than me. So is this just some parallel shit? Or...or not even real?" Kobra'd struggled with the thought of his brother being fake, just a rebuilt, but he didn't want to acknowledge it. He needed it to be his brother. "And...what...what happened in my time? What if all of them got dusted?" he swallowed hard, trying to suppress another coughing fit. "BL/nd are fucking pigs, they'd do anything." There was enough hate in his words that nothing more needed to be added about his stance.

"But I can't...what if..." he leaned forward, head in hands and trying to breathe but obviously struggling. "What if suddenly I'm back there and he's gone again? Or something...something else happens?" He couldn't, absolutely couldn't deal with it again and the nightmares of Party dying just wouldn't leave him. Glancing over at James he suddenly looked a little guilty. "Not what you wanna hear, huh? Sorry."

"Can't wear them while you are doing so?" James asked, now rather curious. He truly was not certain about the world he lived in, Kobra that was. But with the sun and his reaction to everything yes he could imagine things were vastly different.

"Indeed I am." James replied before shrugging some at that. "I imagine this place has the, ability to pull us all from different points in our time line. So while your brother is alive here, he is not in your time." He says it slowly and reached up to rub at his beard now, attempting to give the younger man solace. "Do not mind if you can not understand it, time travel is complicated, but suffice to say what you know of what occurs to your brother, is his future." And then he sighed, "Unfortunately there is nothing you can do about that here, but to dwell."

"And what if you were to return and had no memory of this place? All you would know would be what was occurring right then." And he hoped that was true for the sake of everyone. That no memories followed them home, to avoid that. And then he shrugged, smoothing out his beard, "It is perfectly fine, something I do need to confront at some point."

"No," Kobra shook his head. "Got a mask on, sunglasses don't go well with that. And they'd get in the way."

Kobra sighed and leaned back. "Fucking complicated. Makes my head hurt just thinking about it all." And as much as he wanted to go home, maybe it was better to stay here, where Party was alive.

"Guess it's better not to think about it too much, huh?" Kobra smiled wryly. "The trees are nice, so that's a good thing about being here, I guess?"

"Indeed they would get in the way, I can see that." And he could, but he just wanted to make sure he knew. Made things easier to understand and all about his world.

James chuckled at that but he nodded as he sat back to look over at the trees. "It does, it is a very complicated matter." And it made even his head hurt, and yet his thoughts on being here were still muddled. It was better then being dead though.

"Well it is worthy of some thought, but over thinking, may not be for the best." James sighed before shrugging at that, "They are nice though. And once you are used to it, the cit is truly not too bad compared to where else we could have ended up yes?"

"Yeah, that's true," Kobra reluctantly agreed. Generally he didn't like cities much. "I like the beach. And the forest." They didn't have things like that in the desert, and the ocean fascinated Kobra, even though it also scared him a little. Ghoul had once told him about sharks.

"Oh, also," Kobra rubbed the back of his neck, seeming unsure of himself for just a second. "Since you're a doc and all. I think my brother's getting a cold again. Anything I can do?"

James nodded at Kobra as he talked, knowing how things could be. Cities were new, and they had changed quite a bit since his youth really. "The forest is nice yes, I haven't seen the one here though." He hadn't explored much yet, though that was a project for another time. "And the ocean? Or do you only like the beach?"

And that unsure bit had James lock his eyes on Kobra, tilting his head curiously. Before of course he nodded at that, "Yes there is, make sure he rests but mostly have him drink lots of fluids. Water, juice, specifically orange juice, and keep him warm. All you can do truly." And knowing the boys disliked of pills that was all he could offer.

"I think I like the ocean more," Kobra said after some consideration. "I mean, I got enough sand in the desert. Kinda like a really huge beach, you know?" he shrugged with a tiny smile. "But the ocean is awesome." All the water. Mindblowing.

Nodding at what James said Kobra tried not to sigh. Orange juice was not an option, but he could force Party to stay warm and drink. "Thanks. I'll do that."

"The ocean also holds many, many wonders in it. It is a fascinating place, one of the few frontiers left to explore." James replied, though he fully agreed with Kobra. The ocean was amazing.

James chuckled slightly at that, he understood how some people were. "You're welcome, and if possible tea over coffee. It helps to soothe the throat better from the coughing and will hydrate him better as well."

Kobra nodded in agreement. "I think...I think I'd like to learn how to swim," he said thoughtfully. So far he's just waded into the water until it came up to his waist, nothing more.

"He loves coffee. But...it's not an option anyway, so," he shrugged again with a wry smile. They didn't drink or eat anything from the city.

James nodded again at that, a smile quirking on his lips. "Useful skill, knowing how to swim. I would teach you myself but...you can see where it would be difficult yes?" He was referring to the chest piece specifically.

"Do not trust the shops here?" He didn't either, at least with his tea. Coffee was disgusting to him really. "You could brew your own coffee, if you know how."

"Yeah," Kobra agreed with a small, wry smile. "I don't know, I guess for now I'm good just...watching." It was the only time he could sit still for hours, watching the waves.

"Really?" His eyes widened at James' words. "How? Can you tell me?"

"I'm sure someone here knows how to swim if you would like to learn at some point." But he wasn't going to push it, as he enjoyed watching himself.

"Yes really," he started and then he shrugged slightly, "Coffee is not a specialty of mine, I prefer tea. But if you can find a camp fire coffee pot and coffee grounds then yes you can brew your own coffee." He dug out a piece of paper and a pen from his bag and started to write down how, taking it slow as he really wasn't that familiar with the art of coffee making.

Kobra was almost glued to James' side then, because, well, coffee. Party would love him for this. Though he had no idea where to get coffee grounds that wouldn't be suspicious. Nothing from a store.

"You really know a lot of stuff, huh?"

James chuckled as Kobra watched him write things down, and he made sure that his usually tight, clean print was even more so, just because of what he knew about his eyes. Where he got coffee grounds or beans James wasn't sure and couldn't help him with though.

"At 160 years old one tends to know quite a bit. And I do enjoy reading, and learning."

"160?" Kobra asked, eyes widening. "Wow. You sure don't look your age," he said with a grin. "That's really...shiny though. You musta seen a lot of things."

"This device, keeps me as I appear before you," he tapped his chest when he said it, rather used to the need for explanations now. But then he chuckled, "Yes I have, a great many things."

"Shiny," Kobra said, head tilted to the side. "What's been your favourite time period then?"

James tilted his head back as he thought, that was a hard thing to decide on really. "The early nineteen hundreds, so much innovation in such a short time."

"How was it before then?" Kobra asked. He'd never really learnt about history. He just knew that things had been different before the Helium Wars.

"Much more simple, little electricity, no cars. Everything took time, and patience was needed." He said it fondly, his Victorian roots showing through. Yes things had changed for the better over time but he still did miss certain things.

"No cars?" Kobra asked, because it was the thing that startled him most. They only had little electricity out in the zones as well and the generators died on a frequent basis, sending Jet into exasperation as he tried to repair them. "But how did you get around then?"

Well they had cars later on, the Model T had been fun to drive in reality, but not a car as Kobra would know it really. So he chuckled some at the reaction and shrugged, "Trains, buggies drawn by horses, walking. It was a much slower time."

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