082114RysporKate

-- gregariousTroubadour [GT] began pestering abyssalArrow [AA] at 22:43 --

 GT: ~There iʃ a frantic knock on Kate'ʃ door.~

 AA: Kate opens the door nearly instantaneously.

 AA: "Ryspor?"

 GT: ~He lookʃ...if not totally refreʃhed, at leaʃt alert and ʃtanding. "I've changed my mind. I need yovr help. Immediately."~

 AA: "Alright?"

 AA: "With training?"

 GT: ~"No. I mvʃt be ʃtopped from completing Libby'ʃ Primer at all coʃtʃ." He grabʃ her hand and beginʃ walking down the hall.~

 AA: She gets dragged along. "I'm not following."

 GT: ~"Yov of all people ʃhovld have experience with doomed ʃelveʃ." He marcheʃ firmly down the hall to an vnmarked door.~

 AA: "You have a doomed self here? How? I didn't summon him."

 GT: ~"I alchemized him into thiʃ timeline. Now he iʃ pretending to be me and completing Libby'ʃ Primer for me. I need yovr help ʃo that I may complete it myʃelf before he iʃ able to."~

 AA: "I thought he died."

 GT: ~"He did not, apparently. He iʃ a God Tier, after all. We're very hard to kill."~

 AA: "Very well. I will do what I can to make sure your completion is speedier than even a space player can handle."

 GT: ~"My thankʃ." He ʃtopʃ in front of a ʃeemingly random door, and openʃ it. "We're here."~

 GT: ~Inʃide, 20 miniatvre planetʃ and 2 moonʃ orbit nothing in particvlar, floating ʃtationary in the ʃpace in the room.~

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> AA: "Oh."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> AA: She nods. "impressive."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> GT: ~"I nearly loʃt LOTAC aʃ the ʃeʃʃion waʃ collapʃing, bvt it pvlled throvgh."~

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> GT: ((agh, speeding through 2 rps at once is hard))

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> GT: ~"Now, I hope yovr Time powerʃ are ʃvfficiently advanced enovgh to rewind a Denizen, becavʃe yov'll have to very ʃhortly."~

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> AA: "You mean... my denizen?"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> GT: ~"No. Mine. I have to kill it again."~

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> AA: "I'm not sure I can... but I'll try."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> GT: ~"That'ʃ the ʃpirit," he ʃayʃ, grinning, and waveʃ a hand. There iʃ a ʃenʃation of color and intenʃe vertigo, and ʃvddenly Kate and Ryʃpor are both ʃeveral feet above the grovnd - or, apparently, ʃea, aʃ the both of them fall with a mighty ʃplaʃh into the vaʃt expanʃe of water.~

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> GT: ((that's where we'll end it i think until we can session proper))

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> GT: ((u post))

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> AA: ((ugh))

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> GT: ((fufufu))