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1/19/2016 1:39:57 AM
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Ah, damn. I feel like I probably should, but no, I don't know.
[spoiler]You know I've seen him before right?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler] I know; just a refresher haha. I know mental images for me fade after a while.[/spoiler] [i] He holds his arms out, encompassing the area they're in.[/i] "We my friend, are at the end of the earth." [i] He says with a smile.[/i]
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[b]He gives you a look like you've just grown a third eye[/b] Magic hurts my brain. [spoiler]It's hard for me to forget a face or a name, but thank you.[/spoiler]
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"Not magic." [i] He looks around.[/i] "We're in the year 80249, and currently, we are the last two humans on earth, on the last piece of land that isn't underwater." [i] He says, with a hint of sadness in his tone, but it's gone as quickly as it showed up.[/i]
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One question; how?
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"How what?"
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How are we here?
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"Because I brought us here." [i] He says sarcastically.[/i]
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You know what, the explanation would probably just hurt my brain anyway.
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"Most likely." [i] He looks around, picking up a stone and chucking it into the ocean.[/i] "It's a nice place. Peaceful. Only because the rest of the human race is extinct." [i] He says sourly.[/i]
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[b]His eyes suddenly brighten[/b] You're not old, are you.
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"What do you mean?" [i] He says with a grin, knowing Nobody was catching on.[/i]
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[b]He stares at you, his mouth slightly agape[/b] That's... What? Why? How? I don't even... [b]He sits down on the ground, his head in his hands, then plops on his back, staring at the sky[/b] What are you?
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"Depends; what do you think I am?"
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Either someone outside of time. A being that isn't affected by it for some reason or another. Or, someone that got hold of a time machine. I'm just going to skip the possibility of you being god.
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"I've heard plenty of names. None I've stuck to, nor none that explain what I am. Tempest, Watcher, Traveler, Time Bender, Time Surfer, the list goes on, and on, on." [i] He ticks the names off on his fingers one at a time.[/i]
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Then try explaining what you are in your own words. [b]He pulls himself up, sitting with his chin on one knee.[/b]
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"A guy who can travel through time, manipulate it, bend it to his will without any butterfly or ripple effects or any of that science bullshit."
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Where did you come from?
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"My mothers vagina." [i] He says crudely with a smirk.[/i]
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Does Red know about this? [b]He wave his arm, gesturing around him[/b]
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"She knows next to nothing about me. I'm still a myth in her eyes."
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I'm going to take a wild guess and assume you don't want me to tell her.
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"That I can time travel?"
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"You do what you want kid. I'm sure she's already guessed some of it. Hell, I've seen it. She keeps notebooks about me in her room." [i] He says with a smirk.[/i]
