TDIC - Tenochi Outpost

[TDIC]

The twin suns rose but you could barely tell through all the pollution and smog that blocked out the sunlight at all times. A young kisske in a faded green uniform stepped out of the door of the structure and stretched as he coughed and choked. He never could seem to get used to the chemicals that were rampant in the air.

He brought a chair and a back pack outside, setting them both down before making use of the chair. He looked over to the swirling etheral glow of the nearby portal, the only "pure" looking thing in this tainted existence, then to a device he kept in his pocket.

Here he simply sat, and waited.

Sooner or later everyone would end up at the outpost. It was only a matter of time.

[Ralma Faustus]

It was probably worse that sooner or later turned out to be sooner for the Kisske as two of the multiverses' probable 'worst offenders' came barreling into the region surrounding the outpost. A streak of orange and red darting from the smog afflicted town, bounding fences, buildings and anything that got in it's way. Moving in a jagged, wandering direction, as it labored to find it's last few kilometers to the outpost. Even with the momentary aid of a GPS, it was only when it caught sight of the glowing swirl of the 'rift' that it's direction became fixed and bewilderingly direct.

It was when it began to stop that things became particularly inconvenient, the action of bleeding off speed required an abundance of drag, which the blur acquired by digging it's feet into the ground in a skidding parody of halting on figure skates, peeling back topsoil and asphalt in a narrow trench for many feet. This did not end the action as the blur apparently let go of something it had been dragging behind it, causing a momentary high pitched yelp followed by a buzzsaw-like tumble straight into a wall that was in line with it's previous direction of travel.

Now halted, it was more clear who had barged in on Rava's quiet time. None other than the troublesome siblings that he had 'introduced' to Tairachi not two months ago. In both meetings the pair seemed a fair bit the worse for wear. Although it appeared that Magnus' broken leg had been set and had healed, he now had what looked to be white gauze wrapped underneath his shirt and around his collar to staunch a wound on his chest. The hazy, partially washed out red haze in his clothes and near-circular hole left there told enough of a story to piece together what had done the deed. Not that his current situation of colliding back-on with the wall and remaining there in paroxysms of pain, was doing him much good. Ralma appeared distinctly less injured as only her hands were bound in bandages, perhaps to cover injuries to her knuckles sustained only just recently.

"Aa... aaagh..." Magnus mumbled, as he twitched visibly, most of the disks in his spin felt like they were bent out of place by the collision.

"This is the right place, isn't it?" Ralma asked, looking back and forth between the out of place rift and the strangely dressed Kisske, "I think that's the same weasel guy that met us when we got here..."

She glanced aside to where her brother was trying to make sense of which part of body he could move without pain.

"Stop screwing around Magnus. This is your plan isn't it? GET UP ALREADY!" The last words were spoken more as command, to which her brother rolled sideways and stood up, looking as if the mere action was more like necromancy than something physically possible.

A startling crunch followed, as the young Dra'zinian rolled his shoulders forward, and had most of the color drain out his face.

"Ow.." Magnus started, "Have a heart already, you threw me on landing.. Why don't you stop slower next time?"

The feline shrugged then addressed Rava with a raised right hand, with the back of her palm facing him.

"So! How do we use these things to go back in time?"