<div class="floatleft">(http://i1381.photobucket.com/albums/ah226/gary_leon_miller/Damian%20Tryp%20upclose_zpsswcdyelc.jpg) (http://s1381.photobucket.com/user/gary_leon_miller/media/Damian%20Tryp%20upclose_zpsswcdyelc.jpg.html)<br/><br/>Character Name/Alias: Damian Tryp<br/>Location: The New Xaviers School For the Gifted, New York City, Central Park<br/>Current Action(s):Arriving<br/>Tagging:Who ever answers the door<br/>Wearing:Black leather boots, Pants, a black combat uni shirt with a metallic bandoleer and a black leather duster.   </div><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>The world flew by as if some unseen hand had left the rewind button on as the movie blurred before his eyes, but Damian knew that this was no movie, it is was the world reforming along the time line he had just came from, he hoped he could move farther along this one then he did the last ones. While the techno travelers could force themselves through their own realities, Damian had found he could surf for a better word to other alternatives in his quest to find the one that would lead to a happy ending.<br/><br/>As he caught glimpses of the great battle he knew he was not far, as he willed the world to stop, he had not the control his future self did on landing on a specific date but he hoped he could at least find the proper year or even month would be a great help.<br/><br/>The world slowed as one would expect a tilt a whirl or centrifugal ride to as his eyes let the mirage of the continued spin dissipate he was surprised to find the expanse of trees and lawns to be void of buildings. Pulling a palm size device he checks the data on it as he silently curses himself, he had stopped to soon, the professor and Scott Summers where gone by now if this time line ran in parallel to the last one.<br/><br/>Checking his data base Damian concentrates as the world wizs by, roads, buildings and people flash by till he finds himself standing in the drive way of the school with a large convoy with people loading up as a lone female walked in front of him.<br/><br/><em> Great I get here during the great mutant evacuation</em>As the thought runs through his head he begins jogging up to the school in hopes he could help get more then what where recorded to safety, even the smallest thing could tip the temporal scales in their favor. As he ran he spoke to the young lady walking<strong> Hey miss slow up</strong>