With the typical sound of air rushing into the space between timelines, Lucien found himself stumbling on a dirt road, breathing heavily behind his mask. Sure, the necessity of such an extreme manner of regulating his air intake had never been necessary; he was experienced enough to not run through timelines that had been destroyed by biological hazards and the like, but he did quite enjoy the eerie mystery the mask presented.<br/><br/>As his running slowed to an easy stride, he looked around; a village? Lucien reached a gloved hand in his cloak and retrieved his phone, looking at the screen curiously. The thing had been modified for a time-travelerâ€™s convenience by a friend, and it seemed dead-set on informing him that this was not a timeline set too far back based on his relative time, but had not earnestly hit the industrial age. In fact, it was so distorted from his own timeline that Lucien felt the makings of a headache if he even tried to pick out where it must have deviated.<br/><br/>After all, for each real choice there was a new timeline. The minor deviations tended to blend back into each other, but major ones like this thrived as their own strands in an infinite braid. Lucien shook his head and let the endless stream of abstract concepts of time slip to the back of his mind; for now he needed to get his bearings and decide where he wanted to go next. For once he was pleased to have found somewhere relatively calm to actually do some planning. As such, he started walking, taking in the sights, his augmented eyes darting around eagerly behind the glass of his maskâ€™s goggles.<br/><br/>There was a distinct amount of smoke in the air above all the homes indicating that fireplaces were still commonplace, and the loud ring of metal on metal made it further apparent that blacksmithing was still an action that was probably more than a hobby. In reality, Lucien was somewhat disappointed; heâ€™d wanted to stumble into something that felt a bit more like home with plenty of insane technology. Hell, what he really wanted was a chance to head to the stars and see all the sorts of things heâ€™d heard about in stories.<br/><br/>For now heâ€™d take in the sights, get a good look around, maybe make a friend. Heâ€™d definitely stay out of trouble. Yes, he resolved as he rested his hands on his hips and looked at the village, he would definitely stay out of trouble.<br/><br/>Of course thatâ€™s what he thought until he was hit in the head with a rock, with a womanâ€™s scream of â€˜Demon!â€™ trailing behind it, and he started to run again.<br/>Perhaps heâ€™d only get in a little trouble, then.