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witchesreign2013-06-03 08:35 am
wrnpcs) wrote in witchesreign2013-06-03 08:35 am
Entry tags:
- *post type: action,
- *post type: bbs,
- *post type: event,
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Event: The Time Compression Mage
[This video is uploaded to the BBS under ID#GUEST -- which is likely the first time anyone has seen this new feature in the system. The person it features is a man, handsome in a vaguely bland sort of way, who could be anywhere from eighteen to forty. He wears simple brown robes, his hands folded into the opposite sleeves, and thought he smile, there is no mistaking the seriousness of his tone.]
Good morning, residents of Balamb Garden. I have heard of you, and I expect in turn that many of you have heard of me. I am the Time Compression Mage.
I am certain you will doubt this claim, but it is true. On my own world, I am a scholar of chronomancy and spatial alterations; here, my studies and my natural talent have given me an ability to manipulate the distortion of time and space we know as Time Compression.
[He lifts his hands, sliding them out of the sleeves to reveal long, fine fingers unadorned by jewelry. He speaks a few words that have no meaning in any language, makes a few passes with his hands, and then holds them half a foot apart in a cupping gesture. A ball of wrongness grows between them; those who observed the source of the jam flood might recognize this strange distortion.]
I have come to Balamb Garden to offer all of you who, like me, are displaced from their worlds... a way home.
Over Tears Point, which is the nexus of interactions for the forces that bind the world and the moon, sits a great distortion of compressed time. In slightly over one week, the forces will reach a temporal peak due to the combination of the moon's location and the approaching solstice. At that time, I will be able to manipulate the distortion. Those who are present at Tears Point will have the process that brought them here reversed.
You will go home.
[He lowers his hands, and the ball of distortion disappears as if it never was.]
I have directly requested the formal and official aid of Garden, but I hope those of you who are at liberty will aid me no matter what. I cannot promise any other person will be able to do what I can do. This may be our only hope to go home.
I have been graciously offered lodging here for the time being, so I make myself available to you. I know you must doubt my claims, or me; I invite you to put me to the test.
[The so-called Time Compression Mage inclines his head solemnly, and here the video ends.]
[Beneath the video, a transcript of his speech follows, along with a note that the video was posted on behalf of the Time Compression Mage, who does not have further access to the Garden intranet. Students and staff may discuss amongst themselves in response to this post, but the Mage will not see or reply.]
[As for the Time Compression Mage himself: true to his word, he has set himself up in an unused office for the time being, and is spending that time in study and research. Books sit on his desk and drawings and charts take up much of the walls. Nevertheless, he has made himself available to anyone who wishes to approach him.]
Good morning, residents of Balamb Garden. I have heard of you, and I expect in turn that many of you have heard of me. I am the Time Compression Mage.
I am certain you will doubt this claim, but it is true. On my own world, I am a scholar of chronomancy and spatial alterations; here, my studies and my natural talent have given me an ability to manipulate the distortion of time and space we know as Time Compression.
[He lifts his hands, sliding them out of the sleeves to reveal long, fine fingers unadorned by jewelry. He speaks a few words that have no meaning in any language, makes a few passes with his hands, and then holds them half a foot apart in a cupping gesture. A ball of wrongness grows between them; those who observed the source of the jam flood might recognize this strange distortion.]
I have come to Balamb Garden to offer all of you who, like me, are displaced from their worlds... a way home.
Over Tears Point, which is the nexus of interactions for the forces that bind the world and the moon, sits a great distortion of compressed time. In slightly over one week, the forces will reach a temporal peak due to the combination of the moon's location and the approaching solstice. At that time, I will be able to manipulate the distortion. Those who are present at Tears Point will have the process that brought them here reversed.
You will go home.
[He lowers his hands, and the ball of distortion disappears as if it never was.]
I have directly requested the formal and official aid of Garden, but I hope those of you who are at liberty will aid me no matter what. I cannot promise any other person will be able to do what I can do. This may be our only hope to go home.
I have been graciously offered lodging here for the time being, so I make myself available to you. I know you must doubt my claims, or me; I invite you to put me to the test.
[The so-called Time Compression Mage inclines his head solemnly, and here the video ends.]
[Beneath the video, a transcript of his speech follows, along with a note that the video was posted on behalf of the Time Compression Mage, who does not have further access to the Garden intranet. Students and staff may discuss amongst themselves in response to this post, but the Mage will not see or reply.]
[As for the Time Compression Mage himself: true to his word, he has set himself up in an unused office for the time being, and is spending that time in study and research. Books sit on his desk and drawings and charts take up much of the walls. Nevertheless, he has made himself available to anyone who wishes to approach him.]
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...is what I'd like to say, but I know how easy it is to end up a scapegoat.
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If something goes wrong when he gets help, it obviously not his fault. That's how people think.
[He's trying to agree with you here, Espio. He's just Emias.]
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[Everything that went wrong in New Tek was, after all, somehow Chaotix's fault. Even though all the other hero teams caused far more problems than they solved.]
Honestly, I don't think we should help him. Ignoring the fact I don't want to go home in the first place, we don't really know what he's doing, and I don't know if he really knows either - for all we know, he's just blagging it.
And besides, he's annoying.
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famenotoriety go to his head, that's for sure.Fact of the matter is, though, we're kind of chocoboned here. He's already publically requested help, so if even one cadet or SeeD goes along with this cockamamie idea of his, all of Garden's going to get the flak.
Best we can hope for is that he gets eaten by Time Compression so that we don't have to worry about any fancy ideas he has.
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[Espio would have some more input on this, except he's now distracted by a word he finds amusing.]
Chocoboned?
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Those assholes get rough when they're in the mating season.
[Conversation status: officially derailed.]
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