James Edison

This is an independent OC rp/ask blog for James Edison, a Time traveler from a Radioactive Apocalyptic future. He's stuck here, with no way home. Mun is 18 and there will be occasional smut. Minimal Gore and violence unless the blog I'm rping with is violent. Current M!A: None.

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"unf" (this-isn't-my-time)

“A simple hi, would have been fine.”

[this-isnt-my-time]

He growled after she got him on the ground before shoving back with his arm as hard as he could, while simultaneously launching himself backwards to try and get her on the ground. “Or, alternately, don’t steal anything, period.” He flipped around, twisting himself so that his captured arm was in front of him. “And thanks for the reassurance. It’s always good to know that you’d send soldiers to their death in a vain attempt to kill me.” He rolled his eyes and swept her feet out from under her, before getting on top and pinning her arms down to her sides.

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Riven glared at him, “I did not send anyone to kill you. That was all hypothetical,” she then rolled her eyes in return. “Get off me, before I decide to really fight you.” Just then she used her ki burst to knock him off of her. “You aren’t a threat to me or Noxus. I don’t know who you pissed off for that to happen, but I had nothing to do with it.”

[this-isnt-my-time]

He scoffed, adding a brief “Typical” under his breath. He dusted himself off and gave her a sarcastic bow. “Thank you so much for your assistance.” He said with a smile that never reached his eyes. “And I promise, I won’t do anything that might warrant you actually having to fight me in the future.”

[spirit-of-an-exile-archive]

"unf" (this-isn't-my-time)

“A simple hi, would have been fine.”

[this-isnt-my-time]

“Unfortunately, warm greetings are not at the forefront of my mind right now.” His typically kind eyes replaced with an uncharacteristic anger. He kept her pinned, his strength finally showing. “Why is it that I caught a Noxian soldier robbing my store on orders he claimed were from you?”

[spirit-of-an-exile-archive]

“Not my jurisdiction,” She stated simply. “Don’t believe a thief, they have no reason they should tell the truth. If he cracked so easily and dropped my name,” she laughed, “Most likely wasn’t my order. If it was, he would have been told to kill you. It’s simple,” Riven kicked his feet and took his arm. She flipped him around and bent it behind his back. “If you are stealing something and you get caught, kill who caught you. No else the wiser.”

[this-isnt-my-time]

He growled after she got him on the ground before shoving back with his arm as hard as he could, while simultaneously launching himself backwards to try and get her on the ground. “Or, alternately, don’t steal anything, period.” He flipped around, twisting himself so that his captured arm was in front of him. “And thanks for the reassurance. It’s always good to know that you’d send soldiers to their death in a vain attempt to kill me.” He rolled his eyes and swept her feet out from under her, before getting on top and pinning her arms down to her sides.

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"unf" (this-isn't-my-time)

“A simple hi, would have been fine.”

[this-isnt-my-time]

“Unfortunately, warm greetings are not at the forefront of my mind right now.” His typically kind eyes replaced with an uncharacteristic anger. He kept her pinned, his strength finally showing. “Why is it that I caught a Noxian soldier robbing my store on orders he claimed were from you?”

[spirit-of-an-exile-archive]

Modern AU ((open))

Riven flipped through the different CD’s, she sighed as her day was pretty boring at the moment. She thought walking around the mall would do something. So far nothing.

“…Geeze…”

[this-isnt-my-time]

He knocked on the front door, twirling his Grandfather’s pocketwatch by the chain. He’d done it many times, and the chain had yet to break. He was sure it would happen someday. “Riven!” He called through the door. “I’ve got that CD you let me borrow!”

[ofhextech]

It was quiet.  The quiet had always been Bastion’s only true friend.  Bastion welcomed it wholeheartedly, whenever he could.  The only sound reverberating through the air was the sound of his breathing.

In….Out…

He looked over the city’s skyline, a dark silhouette that gave him a certain pleasure.  But he didn’t smile.  Though, a person couldn’t tell anyway–his cowl covered his entire face, hopefully keeping his identity safe, even after his involvement in the League.

Just as he was ready to pack everything in for the night, he heard a sharp noise pierce the silence.  Great.

He pinpointed the source of the sound, traversing the rooftops until he reached his destination.

He jumped down, taking down one of the stranger’s assailants.  He quickly jumped about, striking another attacker in the jaw, sending him sprawling onto the ground.  When he turned to help with the others he saw the stranger had disposed of the other two attackers.

“Good work,” he complimented.  He cracked his knuckles, waving his hand to loosen the muscles.  “Been a long time since I fought outside the Rift…Think I’m getting rusty,” he commented, almost to himself.

[this-isnt-my-time]

Well, he had warned them, they chose not to listen. Approaching James with knives seemed to be the best idea, three on one.

“Back off! I don’t want to hurt you. However, if it comes to violence, I will not hesitate to retaliate with force. And it will hurt.”

They must have mistaken him for an elderly man by the way he spoke.

They were wrong.

The front two moved forward to restrain him against the wall, arms out stretched. In one fluid motion, James swept the right one’s legs out from under him, while grabbing the left one’s arm and flipping them over his back. His long leather coat twirled dramatically, sending some dirt flying. He heard the noises of a struggle behind him, figuring it was the local law enforcement or something. He removed his hat, held it against his chest, and somersaulted forward, kicking one in the jaw and putting him on the ground. He immediately stood and kicked the other’s leg in, breaking the kneecap. He stood to full height, six foot three towering over most others. He turned and bowed gratefully to the stranger.

“Thank you. It has been quite the time since I’ve fought, glad to see I still have the base of it down.” He replied.

“Oh, dearest me, I’ve forgotten my manners. My name is James Edison. I’m not exactly from... around here. I was trying to find my way to a hotel, though, I suppose traversing alleyways in Zaun is not the most advisable tactic to do so.” He dusted off his coat, straightened his tie, and extended his hand. “And what is your name, my good sir?”

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¥ "Drink this whiskey with me. Let's talk." //this-isn't-my-time//

Riven scoffed and took the glass.

[spirit-of-an-exile-archive]

“Might as well give me both, I’m fine with either.”

[this-isnt-my-time]

“As long as you can hold- never mind.” He said, pouring himself some of the whiskey and passing her the scotch. “You ever wonder why we’re here?”

[spirit-of-an-exile-archive]

“Holy shit, you waste no time with that.” Riven said mixing the drinks. “Everyone wonders why we are all here.”

[this-isnt-my-time]

“I suppose so. And I guess asking questions won’t lead us any closer to the answer. You know, years down the line, space colonization will be possible. I think you’ll be alive by then, but very old. I was born around that time. Heimerdinger and Viktor created the ship that allowed it. Strange to think that they’d work together.”

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¥ "Drink this whiskey with me. Let's talk." //this-isn't-my-time//

Riven scoffed and took the glass.

[this-isnt-my-time]

“What? Don’t like whiskey? I’ve got scotch too.”

[spirit-of-an-exile-archive]

“Might as well give me both, I’m fine with either.”

[this-isnt-my-time]

“As long as you can hold- never mind.” He said, pouring himself some of the whiskey and passing her the scotch. “You ever wonder why we’re here?”

[spirit-of-an-exile-archive]

¥ "Drink this whiskey with me. Let's talk." //this-isn't-my-time//

Riven scoffed and took the glass.

[this-isnt-my-time]

“What? Don’t like whiskey? I’ve got scotch too.”

[spirit-of-an-exile-archive]

Riven turned around, “Sorry wh-oh it you.” She sighed and stood up, “Yeah they’re mine.”

[this-isnt-my-time]

“Why?” He asked. “Why are you pulling these out? They’re beautiful.” He took a few hesitant steps forward. She didn’t seem angry, but he still didn’t wanna get too close. Boundaries and such.

[spirit-of-an-exile-archive]

“It’s annoying, they irritate. You’ve seen birds clean out their feathers before. It’s the same thing,” Riven shrugged as she picked more off her wings.

[this-isnt-my-time]

“I guess so.” He said, tossing the feathers into the air. “So, how are they? Other than the irritation, I mean.”

[this-isnt-my-time]

A feather hit him in the face.

A feather.

Another hit him. And another. He collected them and tried to discern the bird they came from. Perhaps a swan, or a goose.

Not a goose. Definitely not a goose.

He approached Riven tentatively, his eyes soft and an empathetic smile on his face. He spoke softly (and from a safe distance), trying not to scare her.

“Hey, are these yours, ma’m?” 

[spirit-of-an-exile-archive]

Riven turned around, “Sorry wh-oh it you.” She sighed and stood up, “Yeah they’re mine.”

[this-isnt-my-time]

“Why?” He asked. “Why are you pulling these out? They’re beautiful.” He took a few hesitant steps forward. She didn’t seem angry, but he still didn’t wanna get too close. Boundaries and such.

[spirit-of-an-exile-archive]

Riven looked solemnly out into the distance. She began to pick more feathers from her plumage, “Of course I can’t even enjoy this.” Letting her feathers fly off into the wind, Riven let her wings droop as well as her posture.

[this-isnt-my-time]

A feather hit him in the face.

A feather.

Another hit him. And another. He collected them and tried to discern the bird they came from. Perhaps a swan, or a goose.

Not a goose. Definitely not a goose.

He approached Riven tentatively, his eyes soft and an empathetic smile on his face. He spoke softly (and from a safe distance), trying not to scare her.

“Hey, are these yours, ma’m?” 

[spirit-of-an-exile-archive]

“A little boy asked if I was an angel…that’s a first.”

[this-isnt-my-time]

“Well, are you?”

[spirit-of-an-exile-archive]

“Do I look like an angel to you?”

[this-isnt-my-time]

“Perspective. I’ll leave it at that.”

[spirit-of-an-exile-archive]

“A little boy asked if I was an angel…that’s a first.”

[this-isnt-my-time]

“Well, are you?”

[spirit-of-an-exile-archive]

"A-Ah, should I come back later?" //this-isn't-my-time//

“You disappear and this is how you come back. Get out.”

[this-isnt-my-time]

He shut the door quickly, red flushing his face. “S-Sorry!” He called through the door, trying to push the image from his mind. “Really, really sorry!” He continued to say, backing down the hallway.

[spirit-of-an-exile-archive]

"You know," He said, sitting down on a bench outside. "I don't think I've told you the whole truth as to why I've traveled through time..."

“Yeah, you just started talking to me and honestly I have been playing along.”

[this-isnt-my-time]

“Well, uh, what I told you when we met is true, nuclear war ravaged the world, I’ve come back to stop it. It’s not just for the world that I’ve come back to save... I don’t have a family anymore. Everyone is gone. Part of the reason that I haven’t gone back is because there’s nothing to go back to. So, I’m gonna wait it out. Try and find a new family, or something like that. You know?”

[quelana]

This profile is sick and profane. First of all, good girls don't do anal sex. Second, as a mother, the amount of sexual content on your page is incredibly inappropriate for children. I hope that by the time you are a responsible adult, you will teach your children better than the nonsense on this profile. I wish you well young lady.

[spirit-of-an-exile-archive]

"I need a place to spend the night."

“Not where I stay…I don’t have the same place as I did before.”

[this-isnt-my-time]

“What does that mean? Did you move?”

[spirit-of-an-exile-archive]

“Yeah.”

[this-isnt-my-time]

“Oh, where to?”

[spirit-of-an-exile-archive]

“Secrete.”

[this-isnt-my-time]

“Ah. So, that’s a no to staying with you for tonight?”