(DM waves sheepishly to Ama as he hurriedly wraps a sheet around his waist)
DM: This was NOT supposed to happen!
ASH: I'm looking over your calculations... Did you go back in time at some point?
DM: We just discussed this.
ASH: I'm...Pardon...a message from Mr. Uggleh...
DM: The Ethereal Time Cabinet traveler?
ASH: Yes. Massive continuity upheavals detected here and where the Foundation once stood.
DM: This procedure couldn't have caused that kind of reaction...
ASH: No, Darien.
DM: You're not calling me Doctor now?
ASH: You are too young to be a doctor.
DM: Grrrr...wait...I look how old to you two now? Twelve? Thirteen? So I lost 25 years? Ow. I'm too young to be thinking this hard...So...
ASH: Darien? Are you alright?
DM: This is the age I was whem my Mother died...when the adult me arrived in Sumatra and defeated my father...
ASH: I see no such events in my records, Darien.
DM: Of course you don't. You only reference what's in the public record, which changes with the timestream. I remember my experiences even if they were undone!
ASH: Time Traveller's Tales, I believe they're called.
DM: So in this new reality I never upgraded the Galvanic Tesseractor, and I never went back in time, so I overcompensated with the Reanimation Serum for the limb regeneration procedure. Yes...wait...I think I know how to use this to my advantage!
ASH: How?
DM: To rescue Gematria from Aleister Mason...that's still a priority, yes?
ASH: Correct.
DM: Without going into details...I know where she is likely to show up next.
ASH: How so, Darien?
DM: I used to HOST there! Now...SOMEBODY find me some clothes that fit? I'm going to pour a glass of absi...
ASH: DARIEN!!
DM: ABS-olutely refreshing Celery Soda! *sticks out tongue*
4 comments:
I know where to get clothes to fit you, but...
*nosepinch*
You do realize you are underage for the venues you used to host?
Except for one...and that's exactly where I'm headed.
Fine.
You get clothes on one condition - you are not going in without back-up.
Otherwise, I will lock you in the statis chamber, Father.
No absinthe? Posh! Whenever I see a child crying, I give it some laudanum. Solves the problem right away, and everyone wins.
Post a Comment