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- I have a shifting work schedule, so My online times will be random.
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- Female
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- Fantasy, scifi, futuristic modern, fantasy modern, Action/adventure, Mystery, Fan-based,
Year: Irrelevant, Location: A Bubble Outside Time
I look at the two young woman before me and have to shake my head, "So little they understand," I mutter quietly to myself, but as I watched them I had to suppress a sigh. Of all the questions they could ask they had to choose those two.
"I am not a fortune teller, child," I state simply not bothering to rise to Mondanda's bating. Besides, she was a couple hundred years too young to even come close to finding the right words necessary to truly anger me. "I can only tell you what I know to be the future, but Time is a complicated thing, it may change and our memories and perceptions would change with it. The truth now may not remain the truth then, and neither of us would ever know that such truth had changed.
"I can only tell you that man will remain man, and regardless of what does or does not happen I would not tell you for it is your journey to take. It is your life, and you must be the one to live it.
"As for Henry," Here I train my eyes on Xanthia, "While I do believe a good kicking would do him a great deal of good at this point, I cannot tell you how he managed to successfully create H.G. Wells' time machine or why he would want to. Only that he has a brilliant mind and figured out the calculations. If you want more specifics than that you will have to ask him yourself what he was thinking when we apprehend him."
I look at the two young woman before me and have to shake my head, "So little they understand," I mutter quietly to myself, but as I watched them I had to suppress a sigh. Of all the questions they could ask they had to choose those two.
"I am not a fortune teller, child," I state simply not bothering to rise to Mondanda's bating. Besides, she was a couple hundred years too young to even come close to finding the right words necessary to truly anger me. "I can only tell you what I know to be the future, but Time is a complicated thing, it may change and our memories and perceptions would change with it. The truth now may not remain the truth then, and neither of us would ever know that such truth had changed.
"I can only tell you that man will remain man, and regardless of what does or does not happen I would not tell you for it is your journey to take. It is your life, and you must be the one to live it.
"As for Henry," Here I train my eyes on Xanthia, "While I do believe a good kicking would do him a great deal of good at this point, I cannot tell you how he managed to successfully create H.G. Wells' time machine or why he would want to. Only that he has a brilliant mind and figured out the calculations. If you want more specifics than that you will have to ask him yourself what he was thinking when we apprehend him."