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Thuro 116 Pendragon
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And then, in the space between the moment to moment, the slippery nonexistence of existence, a figure emerged. He had light skin, darkened by too much time spent in the sun and slicked back blonde hair, all framed by a stare so intense and cynical that it was easy to lose yourself in it. He wore a simple set of jeans a large green shirt with a vest over it. Strange markings adorned his skin, and a sense of power flowed from him. He didn't have to say a word to get their attention, he did that enough on his own.
The others didn't even have time to react to his presence before he raised a hand, freezing the team in place. They could breathe, move their eyes, think, but for all intents and purposes they were statues.
"Lost Souls can't continue as it is now. It's just..." He waved a hand, at a temporary loss for words, "...Too powerful. Too many domino pieces falling all at once, heading for a conclusion that'll just… snap multiverse in two." He snapped his fingers for emphasis. Despite his dour attitude and great power, the man seemed to be a lot like them, maybe even a lost soul of his own. "The Tempora Assuras can only be beaten by the Wildcard," He nodded at Crichton, making sure there was no mistaking who his words were aimed at, "But it doesn't do the people that are trying to stop it from happening any good if he tears the sum of creation apart first."
"Lost Souls will be gutted, scattered, all the temporal lines you would have treaded along split and recut together. But, you never know. Maybe, if you work hard, you can all make it back together. There is no set future for the Wildcard, and you all possess some of his power… like… standing next to a sparking electrical pole with a wet towel during a storm."
"Ragnorak is keeping the entire dimension locked into this time space. The Wildcard is needed to sever the temporal thread, but..." He shrugged. "You're not ready yet. The only one's that would stand by your side in most futures are the Accelerator boy, the reptile, Allison, and little man. The others scatter, and Vader tries to strike you down. What comes after that is much worse."
"See you later Souls. When you return you'll be stronger, but that's a long ways off, from my point of view at least." The strange man turned to leave, pulling something out of his pocket and peering at it.
Crichton had sat through his speech without commenting, mainly since he'd had no choice, but when the other man had started talking about temporal lines and the others turning on him, he suddenly got it. This guy was from the future, just like Old John. He could still think, which meant that his calculation abilities were still there. Biri-Biri had been able to use her abilities to drive a current through her own body to overcome paralysis, so why couldn't he try something similar to overcome this time version of a tirelock.
Drawing the energies from the subspace that was always around them wherever they went, he pulled it into normal space, though instead of it flowing like a flood rush of power like it normally was, it instead felt like he was trying to drag it through a thick patch of mud.
Weaving the energy into something resembling the pattern of a time displacement bubble, he detonated the microsphere (only about a millionth of a milimeter wide), disrupting the pattern of chronal stasis around him. Then, he tackled the man as the time lord turned back to Accelerator, something forming on the other man's lips.
His lesson still not learned about drawing his knife before getting in a fistfight, Crichton drew a fist back, releasing it at the same moment that the time lord moved his head to the left, causing Crichton's fist to slam into the ground, an act that sent a scream of agony up his arm up into his shoulder.
The time lord locked his legs around Crichton's midcenter and swung him down underneath him. This was getting down and dirty fast, and Crichton was a gunslinger while the other man was a brawler. There was no time for caution now. Dipping into subspace again, the power now flowing freely and easily, Crichton wove it into the same micro TDE bubble at the same moment that the man above him manipulated the flow of time into another cage, stronger this time.
The time lord struck.
The Wildcard struck.
Whiteness ensued.
Crichton and the other man sat up from their sitting place in a strange otherworld. Whiteness as far as either of them could see, a veritable limbo. The arrow team and Lost Souls were nowhere to be seen. Rubbing his head, Crichton was the first to speak.
"What happened?"
The other man had his head in a palm and was shaking his head. He seemed visibly freaked, and Crichton had the strange urge to comfort him.
"We created a temporal boom."
"???"
"Basically, we broke the universe." For a moment, the man's frame locked up as if in a seizure, then he glared off angrily in a random direction. "I got it!" He said, pure spite dripping from his voice.
Crichton looked at him sympathetically, then asked, "You got voices in your head too?"
The other man waved the question away as if it was irrelevant, then in a defeated voice declared. "A temporal boom creates small shifts in the timeline in both directions. And oh boy is it going to suck for you. You're the Wildcard, a source of instability in the universe as big as any Elder God, and then you start screwing around with time travel and this."
"Be really surprised if Lost Souls survives. Most of them will be shifted around in the timeline till the universe finds a place where it can reconcile the differences in what they were supposed to be as opposed to what they are now. Hopefully they won't be driven insane."
Crichton opened his mouth to retort angrily, then just shut it. He'd brought this on himself in a way, and maybe if he stopped talking and tried to think things through he could find a way out.
The strange figure rose to his feet, then added. "I'm leaving you in this limbo till the universe sorts out the mess you made." The man was suddenly seized by another seizure, after which he said, facing away from Crichton, "Ragnorak wants me to warn you, Kresnik is a threat, but not not the kind you're expecting."
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So basically, this is the last post of the team for a long time. All of Lost Souls, and by extension anyone in the universe at the time, is literally frozen in place, a way for me to keep the story intact and plot elements in place while I retool the game into something that more people will post for. This will be quite some time however, due to other projects and needing more experience to tackle this project in its entirety. I am extremely gratefull to the people that posted on a regular basis @FireDrake150, @Kaykay, @Mighty Roman, and @Cromartie Sarkissian.
Also, as an aside, this time lock only applies to the universe that this happened in, meaning that @Mighty Roman can continue to GM the Team (Team II) if he so desires.
The others didn't even have time to react to his presence before he raised a hand, freezing the team in place. They could breathe, move their eyes, think, but for all intents and purposes they were statues.
"Lost Souls can't continue as it is now. It's just..." He waved a hand, at a temporary loss for words, "...Too powerful. Too many domino pieces falling all at once, heading for a conclusion that'll just… snap multiverse in two." He snapped his fingers for emphasis. Despite his dour attitude and great power, the man seemed to be a lot like them, maybe even a lost soul of his own. "The Tempora Assuras can only be beaten by the Wildcard," He nodded at Crichton, making sure there was no mistaking who his words were aimed at, "But it doesn't do the people that are trying to stop it from happening any good if he tears the sum of creation apart first."
"Lost Souls will be gutted, scattered, all the temporal lines you would have treaded along split and recut together. But, you never know. Maybe, if you work hard, you can all make it back together. There is no set future for the Wildcard, and you all possess some of his power… like… standing next to a sparking electrical pole with a wet towel during a storm."
"Ragnorak is keeping the entire dimension locked into this time space. The Wildcard is needed to sever the temporal thread, but..." He shrugged. "You're not ready yet. The only one's that would stand by your side in most futures are the Accelerator boy, the reptile, Allison, and little man. The others scatter, and Vader tries to strike you down. What comes after that is much worse."
"See you later Souls. When you return you'll be stronger, but that's a long ways off, from my point of view at least." The strange man turned to leave, pulling something out of his pocket and peering at it.
Crichton had sat through his speech without commenting, mainly since he'd had no choice, but when the other man had started talking about temporal lines and the others turning on him, he suddenly got it. This guy was from the future, just like Old John. He could still think, which meant that his calculation abilities were still there. Biri-Biri had been able to use her abilities to drive a current through her own body to overcome paralysis, so why couldn't he try something similar to overcome this time version of a tirelock.
Drawing the energies from the subspace that was always around them wherever they went, he pulled it into normal space, though instead of it flowing like a flood rush of power like it normally was, it instead felt like he was trying to drag it through a thick patch of mud.
Weaving the energy into something resembling the pattern of a time displacement bubble, he detonated the microsphere (only about a millionth of a milimeter wide), disrupting the pattern of chronal stasis around him. Then, he tackled the man as the time lord turned back to Accelerator, something forming on the other man's lips.
His lesson still not learned about drawing his knife before getting in a fistfight, Crichton drew a fist back, releasing it at the same moment that the time lord moved his head to the left, causing Crichton's fist to slam into the ground, an act that sent a scream of agony up his arm up into his shoulder.
The time lord locked his legs around Crichton's midcenter and swung him down underneath him. This was getting down and dirty fast, and Crichton was a gunslinger while the other man was a brawler. There was no time for caution now. Dipping into subspace again, the power now flowing freely and easily, Crichton wove it into the same micro TDE bubble at the same moment that the man above him manipulated the flow of time into another cage, stronger this time.
The time lord struck.
The Wildcard struck.
Whiteness ensued.
Crichton and the other man sat up from their sitting place in a strange otherworld. Whiteness as far as either of them could see, a veritable limbo. The arrow team and Lost Souls were nowhere to be seen. Rubbing his head, Crichton was the first to speak.
"What happened?"
The other man had his head in a palm and was shaking his head. He seemed visibly freaked, and Crichton had the strange urge to comfort him.
"We created a temporal boom."
"???"
"Basically, we broke the universe." For a moment, the man's frame locked up as if in a seizure, then he glared off angrily in a random direction. "I got it!" He said, pure spite dripping from his voice.
Crichton looked at him sympathetically, then asked, "You got voices in your head too?"
The other man waved the question away as if it was irrelevant, then in a defeated voice declared. "A temporal boom creates small shifts in the timeline in both directions. And oh boy is it going to suck for you. You're the Wildcard, a source of instability in the universe as big as any Elder God, and then you start screwing around with time travel and this."
"Be really surprised if Lost Souls survives. Most of them will be shifted around in the timeline till the universe finds a place where it can reconcile the differences in what they were supposed to be as opposed to what they are now. Hopefully they won't be driven insane."
Crichton opened his mouth to retort angrily, then just shut it. He'd brought this on himself in a way, and maybe if he stopped talking and tried to think things through he could find a way out.
The strange figure rose to his feet, then added. "I'm leaving you in this limbo till the universe sorts out the mess you made." The man was suddenly seized by another seizure, after which he said, facing away from Crichton, "Ragnorak wants me to warn you, Kresnik is a threat, but not not the kind you're expecting."
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So basically, this is the last post of the team for a long time. All of Lost Souls, and by extension anyone in the universe at the time, is literally frozen in place, a way for me to keep the story intact and plot elements in place while I retool the game into something that more people will post for. This will be quite some time however, due to other projects and needing more experience to tackle this project in its entirety. I am extremely gratefull to the people that posted on a regular basis @FireDrake150, @Kaykay, @Mighty Roman, and @Cromartie Sarkissian.
Also, as an aside, this time lock only applies to the universe that this happened in, meaning that @Mighty Roman can continue to GM the Team (Team II) if he so desires.