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<blockquote data-quote="Num7" data-source="post: 255337" data-attributes="member: 1"><p>[book][H]Chapter 10[/H]</p><h3>Instinctive Apprehension</h3><p>[ATTACH=full]17874[/ATTACH]</p><p>[P]John didn’t sleep much that night. The story Liza told him, of this weirdo looking for time travelers… It didn’t sit well with him for reasons that escaped him. [/P]</p><p>[P]John was a sensible person for whom logic is key. He knew very well that his presence here was unnoticed. But was it? [/P]</p><p>[P]The odds of someone finding out who he is—and where he’s from were nearly zero. He was low profile and quiet as can be, as his military training prescribed him to be. [/P]</p><p>[P]He hadn’t noticed anyone who acted odd around him. Well, except for the strange old man from a couple of weeks ago. And now this Marin guy, seeker of time travelers… [/P]</p><p>[P]These had to be a coincidence. His logic told him it was. [/P]</p><p>[P]Yet, his mind couldn’t help, but think about it all, as if an intuition was telling him to be watchful and analytic. Told him to think. [/P]</p><p>[P]When John finally fell asleep on his ground mattress, in his Lair, it was already 4:00 AM. At the night’s darkest. And dark were his dreams. [/P]</p><p>[P]As if it was a warning of a coming conflict, John had nightmares in which he was facing dark entities. Indescribable twisted creatures originating from the cracks between worlds. Eldritch beings from the deepest reaches of the multiverse. Monsters from the absolute unknown… [/P]</p><p>[P]As wild and fantastic as these creatures were, the setting in which these dreams took place was way too familiar: The Subway restaurant. John was combating monsters in the restaurant… As if this place was to become the epicenter of a future confrontation that still had to happen. A face-off of sorts, an unexpected squabble against an enemy yet unknown. [/P]</p><p>[D]- - -[/D]</p><p>[P]A long time ago, when John was a young boy, he was taught by his aunt how to understand and read his dreams. He was also taught how to develop his inner 6th sense, so to speak. How to be intuitive and observant of his surroundings. An ability that would aid him greatly later in life, when he joined the army. [/P]</p><p>[P]Reading between the lines. Understanding one’s motivations. Sight beyond sight. Intuitive thinking. Power vs Force. In theory, nothing supernatural or esoteric. But when applied to perfection by an apt practitioner of these ancient arts, it would very well look like magic. [/P]</p><p>[P]John wasn’t an expert, here. He wasn’t a clairvoyant. But he knew what he was doing, and he usually had good intuition. [/P]</p><p>[P]His training and experience told him that his dreams were trying to pass on information. A warning, perhaps? What could it be? [/P]</p><p>[P]<em>Is something coming this way? Something dark? </em>[/P]</p><p>[D]- - -[/D]</p><p>[P]When John woke up at 7:00 AM, it felt like he had barely slept. He was still as tired as when he went to bed. His mind was stuck on analyzing and reliving all the nightmares he had in the previous hours. [/P]</p><p>[P]John was wondering if he’d see Liza again today. Was she okay? Has the weirdo returned? He wished he had more time to ask Liza about this strange dude and find a way to help her. Were those dreams and Liza’s situation related? [/P]</p><p>[P]He decided to boot up his computer and take a quick look at Time Travel Institute while drinking his cup of instant coffee. [/P]</p><p>[P]A couple of new discussions caught his attention. [/P]</p><p>[P]<em>- What are the odds...?</em>[/P]</p><p><em>[P]- Steven Gibbs and Time Machines[/P]</em></p><p><em>[P]- Why is this not a good explanation of time[/P]</em></p><p><em>[P]- Where are they? [/P]</em>[P][/P]</p><p>[P]Unfortunately, it was already time to go and open the restaurant. John took one last sip, and up he went. [/P]</p><p>[P]“Welcome to Subway, what will it be today?”[/P]</p><p>[F]10[/F]</p><p>[/book]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Num7, post: 255337, member: 1"] [book][H]Chapter 10[/H] [HEADING=2]Instinctive Apprehension[/HEADING] [ATTACH type="full" alt="010. Intuitive Aprehension.png"]17874[/ATTACH] [P]John didn’t sleep much that night. The story Liza told him, of this weirdo looking for time travelers… It didn’t sit well with him for reasons that escaped him. [/P] [P]John was a sensible person for whom logic is key. He knew very well that his presence here was unnoticed. But was it? [/P] [P]The odds of someone finding out who he is—and where he’s from were nearly zero. He was low profile and quiet as can be, as his military training prescribed him to be. [/P] [P]He hadn’t noticed anyone who acted odd around him. Well, except for the strange old man from a couple of weeks ago. And now this Marin guy, seeker of time travelers… [/P] [P]These had to be a coincidence. His logic told him it was. [/P] [P]Yet, his mind couldn’t help, but think about it all, as if an intuition was telling him to be watchful and analytic. Told him to think. [/P] [P]When John finally fell asleep on his ground mattress, in his Lair, it was already 4:00 AM. At the night’s darkest. And dark were his dreams. [/P] [P]As if it was a warning of a coming conflict, John had nightmares in which he was facing dark entities. Indescribable twisted creatures originating from the cracks between worlds. Eldritch beings from the deepest reaches of the multiverse. Monsters from the absolute unknown… [/P] [P]As wild and fantastic as these creatures were, the setting in which these dreams took place was way too familiar: The Subway restaurant. John was combating monsters in the restaurant… As if this place was to become the epicenter of a future confrontation that still had to happen. A face-off of sorts, an unexpected squabble against an enemy yet unknown. [/P] [D]- - -[/D] [P]A long time ago, when John was a young boy, he was taught by his aunt how to understand and read his dreams. He was also taught how to develop his inner 6th sense, so to speak. How to be intuitive and observant of his surroundings. An ability that would aid him greatly later in life, when he joined the army. [/P] [P]Reading between the lines. Understanding one’s motivations. Sight beyond sight. Intuitive thinking. Power vs Force. In theory, nothing supernatural or esoteric. But when applied to perfection by an apt practitioner of these ancient arts, it would very well look like magic. [/P] [P]John wasn’t an expert, here. He wasn’t a clairvoyant. But he knew what he was doing, and he usually had good intuition. [/P] [P]His training and experience told him that his dreams were trying to pass on information. A warning, perhaps? What could it be? [/P] [P][I]Is something coming this way? Something dark? [/I][/P] [D]- - -[/D] [P]When John woke up at 7:00 AM, it felt like he had barely slept. He was still as tired as when he went to bed. His mind was stuck on analyzing and reliving all the nightmares he had in the previous hours. [/P] [P]John was wondering if he’d see Liza again today. Was she okay? Has the weirdo returned? He wished he had more time to ask Liza about this strange dude and find a way to help her. Were those dreams and Liza’s situation related? [/P] [P]He decided to boot up his computer and take a quick look at Time Travel Institute while drinking his cup of instant coffee. [/P] [P]A couple of new discussions caught his attention. [/P] [P][I]- What are the odds...?[/I][/P] [I][P]- Steven Gibbs and Time Machines[/P] [P]- Why is this not a good explanation of time[/P] [P]- Where are they? [/P][/I][P][/P] [P]Unfortunately, it was already time to go and open the restaurant. John took one last sip, and up he went. [/P] [P]“Welcome to Subway, what will it be today?”[/P] [F]10[/F] [/book] [/QUOTE]
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