And he ain't gonna jump no more [Open!]
There is a man standing in the middle of the duck pond in the park. The ducks, unpredictably, are not really happy. The man looks rather frustrated himself.
Moments ago, Justin had been in a plane somewhere above France. (Or some part of Europe...humans needed way too many names for things.) He expected to land on the ground, since he was part of an airborn squad about to start a mission, he just hadn't expected to land here. But there had been that strange tingling sensation as the neared the drop zone...Justin wasn't very familiar with interdimensional travel and wormholes, but his father had mentioned a feeling like that. He'd tried to stop the jump, or at least get them to go around, but was unsuccessful.
So here he was, a young man dressed in a WW2 era Army uniform, standing in the middle of a pond in a strange city in a strange world. His unit was nowhere to be seen...hopefully that was for the best.
At least he hadn't opened his chute. That would just be annoying.
Moments ago, Justin had been in a plane somewhere above France. (Or some part of Europe...humans needed way too many names for things.) He expected to land on the ground, since he was part of an airborn squad about to start a mission, he just hadn't expected to land here. But there had been that strange tingling sensation as the neared the drop zone...Justin wasn't very familiar with interdimensional travel and wormholes, but his father had mentioned a feeling like that. He'd tried to stop the jump, or at least get them to go around, but was unsuccessful.
So here he was, a young man dressed in a WW2 era Army uniform, standing in the middle of a pond in a strange city in a strange world. His unit was nowhere to be seen...hopefully that was for the best.
At least he hadn't opened his chute. That would just be annoying.