creedo299
Epochal Historian
Rain and Creedo sat in the open bistro, but Creedo was not Creedo.
The second time Rains looked at Cree, he was in an immaculate white robe.
He was a foot taller, long and narrow.His face, lengthened.
The guy and girl in back of them seemed not to notice any difference at all, from the change that only Rains saw.
Next to Creedo, sat an immense Viking.
The man was barrel chested, had twin pony tails and a blond handlebar mustache.
The enormous ax he carried rested on the glassed topped, wrought iron table, before him.
He estimated that by the strength in one arm alone, her could easily pick up a two hundred pound man, as if he were nothing.
Rains blinked and Creedo, or "I believe he looked like one of the Norse Gods, was still there".
The persona that once was Creedo, now deftly spoke.
The waitress fetched a large mug of beer for the giant Viking, as his legs, budging with muscles, tried to find space beneath the flimsy table.
"Rains", said the Norse god, "Maybe the twerps that pulled this off, used time travel itself, in order to perform this feat"?
He could view through the bottom of the glass mug, as the Viking drained the beer and the waitress, sat another before him.
Rains took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, in disbelief.
When the glasses were placed back on his head, all there was, was lowly, little Creedo.
The second time Rains looked at Cree, he was in an immaculate white robe.
He was a foot taller, long and narrow.His face, lengthened.
The guy and girl in back of them seemed not to notice any difference at all, from the change that only Rains saw.
Next to Creedo, sat an immense Viking.
The man was barrel chested, had twin pony tails and a blond handlebar mustache.
The enormous ax he carried rested on the glassed topped, wrought iron table, before him.
He estimated that by the strength in one arm alone, her could easily pick up a two hundred pound man, as if he were nothing.
Rains blinked and Creedo, or "I believe he looked like one of the Norse Gods, was still there".
The persona that once was Creedo, now deftly spoke.
The waitress fetched a large mug of beer for the giant Viking, as his legs, budging with muscles, tried to find space beneath the flimsy table.
"Rains", said the Norse god, "Maybe the twerps that pulled this off, used time travel itself, in order to perform this feat"?
He could view through the bottom of the glass mug, as the Viking drained the beer and the waitress, sat another before him.
Rains took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, in disbelief.
When the glasses were placed back on his head, all there was, was lowly, little Creedo.
