Imitora
25-07-2004, 08:54
Northampton, Imitora
1987
Highschool has been described as one of the most influential periods of a person's life. A time of change, both physically and mentally, a time of strife, and a time of challanges. And life in Northampton was no different for the pubescent makes and females of Blackridge Catholic Highschool.
One of many students, Robert Fortier leaned against a bank of lockers, talking to one of his closer friends of the more confusing gender. They joked, talked, and other wise seemed to keep themselves entertained between classes. The female, a brunette with hair that came to the middle of her back and pretty green eyes, leaned dangerously close, to the point of flirting.
This was, of course, the last thing another young, emotionally troubled, unstable, and other wise steriotypically angsty teen, wanted to see. He watched as the secret female of his dreams flirted with his best friend. He watched from a distance as she looked around, and happy with her nun search, leaned in and kissed Robert. His fists balled up, and he wanted nothing more than to make his move now, to rip both of them apart. But he held his rage, and slipped into the passing crowd of students. A grudge would be enough for now.
But a grudge held is the worst kind of all.
Lobreck
1993
It was required at Imitora Technical University to take at least three non essential courses per semester. And now, in his junior year of college, Robert sat at the back of the room, wondering how he was pulling off a C+ in a class where 90% of the students would be happy to learn that there once obvious failures were now almost D failures. He had signed up for Theroy of Modern Combat, but had some how ended up in Introduction to Theroy of Quantam Physics and its Relation to Time Travel.
As the profsesor lectured on, something hit Robert. He raised his hand, which was quickly noticed in a class of only 12 students, and the professor pointed to him. "Yes, Mr. Fortier?"
"Prof. Jameson, I just need to ask; you have stated several times that time travel is so flawed that, in theory, it is one of the few things that can be proved imposible, yet you still teach laws of time manipulation. Can I ask why?"
"Mr. Fortier," Jameson started, "see me after class on that." Robert just nodded. Thirty minutes later, Robert and Jameson were alone in the room.
"Mr. Fortier, that was an intresting question, and it deserves an intresting answer. I noticed you are also taking introduction to philosophies of a controversial nature, which includes teaching the Chaos theroy, correct." Robert again nodded. "Well, imagine, Mr. Fortier, if you could manipulate the butterflys wings."
"What does that mean?" Robert knew about the so called butterfly effect, that a butterfly on one side of the world beating its wings could initiate the wind that causes a tornado on the other, but this was a step up.
"Mr. Fortier, time travel is imposible. There is no way one could possibly travel through time, the destruction of the space and time continum would rip the universe apart. What I am suggesting is that the possibility of being able to manipulate the continum so that the results are favorable. More specifically, I'm saying that you could, in theory, project your mind into the past body of yourself at a younger age, and change the way things happen. Using knowledge of the past, you can change teh future. But, again, this is just theory, and remeber the cardnial rule of time travel..."
Robert cut him off. "Yes sir, I remeber. Never f*ck with the space time continium."
"Very good Robert, now get to your next class, I'll see you on monday."
OOC: This is going somewhere, and it will effect Imitora in a very big way, tags are welcome, and I hope you enjoy reading it, and jumping in when it becomes an RP...
1987
Highschool has been described as one of the most influential periods of a person's life. A time of change, both physically and mentally, a time of strife, and a time of challanges. And life in Northampton was no different for the pubescent makes and females of Blackridge Catholic Highschool.
One of many students, Robert Fortier leaned against a bank of lockers, talking to one of his closer friends of the more confusing gender. They joked, talked, and other wise seemed to keep themselves entertained between classes. The female, a brunette with hair that came to the middle of her back and pretty green eyes, leaned dangerously close, to the point of flirting.
This was, of course, the last thing another young, emotionally troubled, unstable, and other wise steriotypically angsty teen, wanted to see. He watched as the secret female of his dreams flirted with his best friend. He watched from a distance as she looked around, and happy with her nun search, leaned in and kissed Robert. His fists balled up, and he wanted nothing more than to make his move now, to rip both of them apart. But he held his rage, and slipped into the passing crowd of students. A grudge would be enough for now.
But a grudge held is the worst kind of all.
Lobreck
1993
It was required at Imitora Technical University to take at least three non essential courses per semester. And now, in his junior year of college, Robert sat at the back of the room, wondering how he was pulling off a C+ in a class where 90% of the students would be happy to learn that there once obvious failures were now almost D failures. He had signed up for Theroy of Modern Combat, but had some how ended up in Introduction to Theroy of Quantam Physics and its Relation to Time Travel.
As the profsesor lectured on, something hit Robert. He raised his hand, which was quickly noticed in a class of only 12 students, and the professor pointed to him. "Yes, Mr. Fortier?"
"Prof. Jameson, I just need to ask; you have stated several times that time travel is so flawed that, in theory, it is one of the few things that can be proved imposible, yet you still teach laws of time manipulation. Can I ask why?"
"Mr. Fortier," Jameson started, "see me after class on that." Robert just nodded. Thirty minutes later, Robert and Jameson were alone in the room.
"Mr. Fortier, that was an intresting question, and it deserves an intresting answer. I noticed you are also taking introduction to philosophies of a controversial nature, which includes teaching the Chaos theroy, correct." Robert again nodded. "Well, imagine, Mr. Fortier, if you could manipulate the butterflys wings."
"What does that mean?" Robert knew about the so called butterfly effect, that a butterfly on one side of the world beating its wings could initiate the wind that causes a tornado on the other, but this was a step up.
"Mr. Fortier, time travel is imposible. There is no way one could possibly travel through time, the destruction of the space and time continum would rip the universe apart. What I am suggesting is that the possibility of being able to manipulate the continum so that the results are favorable. More specifically, I'm saying that you could, in theory, project your mind into the past body of yourself at a younger age, and change the way things happen. Using knowledge of the past, you can change teh future. But, again, this is just theory, and remeber the cardnial rule of time travel..."
Robert cut him off. "Yes sir, I remeber. Never f*ck with the space time continium."
"Very good Robert, now get to your next class, I'll see you on monday."
OOC: This is going somewhere, and it will effect Imitora in a very big way, tags are welcome, and I hope you enjoy reading it, and jumping in when it becomes an RP...