IC Mage: 12 seconds for 5 days
The metal chair is firm and unyielding to any of the twisting and flailing Michael tries. The steel cuffs are tight on his wrists and ankles, cutting the skin ever so slightly to create small bracelets of ruby red blood. He is cold,suddenly for the first time in days, as his bathrobe was sacrificed for his project still clutched tightly in his right hand. Not again not again please dear god not again! I can't have this happen to me again! Please dear god no! In nothing but a pair of silk boxers, having shredded his prison garb to back the homemade rope he despretly clings to, he shivers as the chilled metal touches his heated and charred skin. Focus, try to get it together Michael. Keep the insanity buried. We need to think about what is important here. Micheal's eyes blink, desperate to see his surroundings yet unable due to the harsh glare of the spotlight placed drectly above his pupils. He can feel the heat of them, evaporating slowlu but surely the moisture from his eyeballs and he blinks in vain hope of keeping them moist. The important thing is to ensure Soloman and the others escape, so to distract these guys as much as possible. He can feel a hand grip his hair and yank his head back just a few inches, though welcome relief from the unbearable heat of the lamp. The smell of salt water suddenly hits his nose, a welcome treat in the otherwise horrific treatment. I need a spell to buy me more time...damnit, I don't have a choice.
Michael can hear the other men walking about, unable to focus on them. Knowing that the collar is still active and present on his neck, he readies the one spell he can think to try that might give him a chance. "Our apologizes for this Mr. Sparkles, but we are need of your DNA." Hells bells, best case scenario is not only do I go backwards but I drop an abyssal demon on their laps. Won't that fuck them up! As the shears start to touch his head, he laughs out loud, spitting some of the blood in his mouth back at his captors. Time for some witty catchphrase...Watchman was good. Let's use that. "I'm not stuck here with you...you're stuck here with me!" His nimbus roars to life as Time begins to rewind, the collar continuing its almost constant shock of electricity to his system as it restarts him nearly 12 seconds into the past.
The metal chair is firm and unyielding to any of the twisting and flailing Michael tries. Not as far back as I wanted, situation remains the same. Damn. The steel cuffs are tight on his wrists and ankles, cutting the skin ever so slightly to create small bracelets of ruby red blood. He is cold,suddenly for the first time in days, as his bathrobe was sacrificed for his project still clutched tightly in his right hand. If I can keep going backwards, eventually I've got to cause one hellofa mess or go far enough back to stop this. My best option right now it seems. In nothing but a pair of silk boxers, having shredded his prison garb to back the homemade rope he desperately clings to, he shivers as the chilled metal touches his heated and charred skin. I know they need to keep me alive, lest Gypsy tears the whole place down and kills them all. I need to push this collar to its limits. Micheal's eyes blink, desperate to see his surroundings yet unable due to the harsh glare of the spotlight placed directly above his pupils. He can feel the heat of them, evaporating slowly but surely the moisture from his eyeballs and he blinks in vain hope of keeping them moist. He can feel a hand grip his hair and yank his head back just a few inches, though welcome relief from the unbearable heat of the lamp. Either I'll break the collar, force it to run out of mana, or hurt myself so much they have no choice but to find another way to subdue me. The smell of salt water suddenly hits his nose, a welcome treat in the otherwise horrific treatment. "Sir, there seem to be an increase in Temporal Eddies, we think the subject has recently cast a Time Spell." One man speak from outside his vision. Huh, looks like someone has time magic too. Touche''.
Michael can hear the other men walking about, unable to focus on them. Knowing that the collar is still active and present on his neck, he readies the one spell he can think to try that might give him a chance. "Getting clever, eh? Oh well, our continued apologizes for this Mr. Sparkles, but we are need of your DNA." I need a new movie quip, what else might piss these guys off...? Oh, that's good. As the shears start to touch his head, he chuckles, spitting some of the blood in his mouth back at his captors. "I'll be back." His nimbus roars to life as Time begins to rewind, the collar continuing its almost constant shock of electricity to his system as it restarts him nearly 12 seconds into the past.
The metal chair is firm and unyielding to any of the twisting and flailing Michael tries. This isn't working, how many times have I done this now?The steel cuffs are tight on his wrists and ankles, cutting the skin ever so slightly to create small bracelets of ruby red blood. I think its my third...maybe my 5th. He is cold,suddenly for the first time in days, as his bathrobe was sacrificed for his project still clutched tightly in his right hand. In nothing but a pair of silk boxers, having shredded his prison garb to back the homemade rope he despretly clings to, he shivers as the chilled metal touches his heated and charred skin. Have I helped them escape yet? Is Mort free, or Allie back with her father!? Micheal's eyes blink, desperate to What about Soloman..? He needs to get home! see his surroundings yet unable due to the harsh glare of the spotlight placed drectly above his pupils. He can feel the heat of them, evaporating slowly but surely the moisture from his eyeballs and he blinks in vain hope of keeping them moist. He can feel a hand grip his hair and yank 25 bones, the subject is missing his pinky or parts of fingers i imagine his head back just a few inches, though welcome relief from the unbearable heat of the lamp. The smell of salt water suddenly hits his nose, a welcome treat in the otherwise What if I have to keep doing this? What happens when I stop? Has the whole world gone on hold while I rewind? horrific treatment. "Sir, there seem to be an increase in Temporal Eddies, we think the subject has recently cast a Time Spell." One man speak from outside his vision.
Michael can hear the other men walking about, unable to focus on them. Wat if I can't stop? What if I'm stuck ehre, alone in this loop?Knowing that the collar is still active and present on his neck, he readies the one spell he can think to try that might give him a chance. "Getting clever, eh? Oh well, our continued This guy reminds me of Uncle Phil...I always hated Uncle Phil. He raped me. apologizes for this Mr. Sparkles, but we are need of your DNA." As the shears start to touch his head Michael is silent shit shit shit what do I say!, spitting some of the blood in his mouth back at his captors. "Why is a Raven like a writing desk?" His nimbus roars to life as Time begins to rewind, the collar continuing its almost constant shock of electricity to his system as it restarts him nearly 12 seconds into the past.
The metal chair is firm and I am not insane, I'm just queer. unyielding to any of the twisting and flailing Michael tries. The steel cuffs are tight on his wrists and ankles, cutting the skin ever so slightly to create small bracelets of ruby red blood. Oh look, a pretty bracelet. I don't remember where I got it, but must have been someplace nice. He is cold,suddenly for the first time in days, as his bathrobe was sacrificed for his project still clutched tightly in his right hand. In nothing One, Two...Michael's coming for you. but a pair of silk boxers, having shredded his prison garb to back the homemade rope he desperately clings to, he shivers as the chilled metal touches his heated and charred skin. Micheal's eyes blink, desperate to see his Three, Four....lock your doors. surroundings yet unable due to the harsh glare of the spotlight placed directly above his pupils. He can feel the heat of them, evaporating slowly but surely the moisture from his eyeballs and he blinks in vain hope of keeping them moist. He can feel a hand grip his hair and yank his head back just a few inches, Five, Six...guard your six. though welcome relief from the unbearable heat of the lamp. The smell of salt water suddenly hits his nose, a welcome treat in the otherwise horrific treatment. "Sir, there seem to be an increase in Temporal Eddies, we think the subject has recently cast a Time Spell." One man speak from outside his vision.
Michael can hear the other men walking Seven, Eight...stay up late. about, unable to focus on them. Knowing that the collar is still active and present on his neck, he readies the one spell he can think to try that might give him a chance. "Getting clever, eh? Oh well, our continued apologizes for this Mr. Sparkles, but we are need of your DNA." As the shears start to touch his head, he cackles insanely, spitting some of the blood in his mouth back at his captors. "Nine, Ten never fucking sleep again!!!!!" His nimbus roars to life as Time begins to rewind, the collar continuing its almost constant shock of electricity to his system as it restarts him nearly 12 seconds into the past.
Hello old friend, maybe this time I get to die. The metal chair is firm and unyielding to any of the twisting and flailing Michael tries. Please dear god...make it stop. Make it all stop! I can't stop hearing the echo's!The steel cuffs are tight on his wrists and ankles, cutting the skin ever so slightly to create small bracelets of ruby red blood. If I just press harder maybe I'll cut my wrist, just make the pain stop He is cold,suddenly for the first time in days, as his bathrobe was sacrificed for his project still clutched tightly in his right hand. In nothing but a pair of silk boxers, No one will miss me, I'll have died a hero. I saved everyone. having shredded his prison garb to back the homemade rope he desperately clings to, he shivers as the chilled metal touches his heated What time is it?and charred skin. Micheal's eyes blink, desperate to see his surroundings yet unable due to the harsh glare of the spotlight placed directly above his pupils. Skyla and Jester and be free from me...and my insanity. He can feel the heat of them, evaporating slowly but surely the moisture from his eyeballs and he blinks in vain hope of keeping them moist. He can feel a hand grip his hair and yank his head back just a few inches, Where am I?though welcome relief from the unbearable heat of the Every child deserves a father. lamp. The smell of salt water suddenly hits his nose, a welcome treat in the otherwise horrific treatment. "Sir, there seem to be an increase in Temporal Eddies, we think the subject has recently cast a Time Spell." One man speak from outside his vision. Fucking Counter-spell, please! Just slit my throat!
Michael can hear the other men walking What day is it? about, unable to focus on them. Knowing that the collar is still active and present on his neck, he readies the one spell he can think to try that might give him a chance. What year is it? "Getting clever, eh? Oh well, our continued apologizes for this Mr. Sparkles, but we are need of your DNA." Did someone feed my cat? As the shears start to touch his head, he breaks down and cries "I'd rather die." His nimbus roars to life as Time begins to rewind, however the collar deals a massive jolt directly to his nervous system, paralyzing him and interupting the spell. nonononononononononononononononononoyesnonononono "Very clever Mr. Sparkles, you may have uses for us yet." The Seer's tone changes sharply, "Now hurry this up and if you fools mess up again I shall have you all thrown down there with them." Michael drops his head back, spent of Mana and precious energy just to keep his heart beating and promptly passes out. help me
Michael can hear the other men walking about, unable to focus on them. Knowing that the collar is still active and present on his neck, he readies the one spell he can think to try that might give him a chance. "Our apologizes for this Mr. Sparkles, but we are need of your DNA." Hells bells, best case scenario is not only do I go backwards but I drop an abyssal demon on their laps. Won't that fuck them up! As the shears start to touch his head, he laughs out loud, spitting some of the blood in his mouth back at his captors. Time for some witty catchphrase...Watchman was good. Let's use that. "I'm not stuck here with you...you're stuck here with me!" His nimbus roars to life as Time begins to rewind, the collar continuing its almost constant shock of electricity to his system as it restarts him nearly 12 seconds into the past.
The metal chair is firm and unyielding to any of the twisting and flailing Michael tries. Not as far back as I wanted, situation remains the same. Damn. The steel cuffs are tight on his wrists and ankles, cutting the skin ever so slightly to create small bracelets of ruby red blood. He is cold,suddenly for the first time in days, as his bathrobe was sacrificed for his project still clutched tightly in his right hand. If I can keep going backwards, eventually I've got to cause one hellofa mess or go far enough back to stop this. My best option right now it seems. In nothing but a pair of silk boxers, having shredded his prison garb to back the homemade rope he desperately clings to, he shivers as the chilled metal touches his heated and charred skin. I know they need to keep me alive, lest Gypsy tears the whole place down and kills them all. I need to push this collar to its limits. Micheal's eyes blink, desperate to see his surroundings yet unable due to the harsh glare of the spotlight placed directly above his pupils. He can feel the heat of them, evaporating slowly but surely the moisture from his eyeballs and he blinks in vain hope of keeping them moist. He can feel a hand grip his hair and yank his head back just a few inches, though welcome relief from the unbearable heat of the lamp. Either I'll break the collar, force it to run out of mana, or hurt myself so much they have no choice but to find another way to subdue me. The smell of salt water suddenly hits his nose, a welcome treat in the otherwise horrific treatment. "Sir, there seem to be an increase in Temporal Eddies, we think the subject has recently cast a Time Spell." One man speak from outside his vision. Huh, looks like someone has time magic too. Touche''.
Michael can hear the other men walking about, unable to focus on them. Knowing that the collar is still active and present on his neck, he readies the one spell he can think to try that might give him a chance. "Getting clever, eh? Oh well, our continued apologizes for this Mr. Sparkles, but we are need of your DNA." I need a new movie quip, what else might piss these guys off...? Oh, that's good. As the shears start to touch his head, he chuckles, spitting some of the blood in his mouth back at his captors. "I'll be back." His nimbus roars to life as Time begins to rewind, the collar continuing its almost constant shock of electricity to his system as it restarts him nearly 12 seconds into the past.
The metal chair is firm and unyielding to any of the twisting and flailing Michael tries. This isn't working, how many times have I done this now?The steel cuffs are tight on his wrists and ankles, cutting the skin ever so slightly to create small bracelets of ruby red blood. I think its my third...maybe my 5th. He is cold,suddenly for the first time in days, as his bathrobe was sacrificed for his project still clutched tightly in his right hand. In nothing but a pair of silk boxers, having shredded his prison garb to back the homemade rope he despretly clings to, he shivers as the chilled metal touches his heated and charred skin. Have I helped them escape yet? Is Mort free, or Allie back with her father!? Micheal's eyes blink, desperate to What about Soloman..? He needs to get home! see his surroundings yet unable due to the harsh glare of the spotlight placed drectly above his pupils. He can feel the heat of them, evaporating slowly but surely the moisture from his eyeballs and he blinks in vain hope of keeping them moist. He can feel a hand grip his hair and yank 25 bones, the subject is missing his pinky or parts of fingers i imagine his head back just a few inches, though welcome relief from the unbearable heat of the lamp. The smell of salt water suddenly hits his nose, a welcome treat in the otherwise What if I have to keep doing this? What happens when I stop? Has the whole world gone on hold while I rewind? horrific treatment. "Sir, there seem to be an increase in Temporal Eddies, we think the subject has recently cast a Time Spell." One man speak from outside his vision.
Michael can hear the other men walking about, unable to focus on them. Wat if I can't stop? What if I'm stuck ehre, alone in this loop?Knowing that the collar is still active and present on his neck, he readies the one spell he can think to try that might give him a chance. "Getting clever, eh? Oh well, our continued This guy reminds me of Uncle Phil...I always hated Uncle Phil. He raped me. apologizes for this Mr. Sparkles, but we are need of your DNA." As the shears start to touch his head Michael is silent shit shit shit what do I say!, spitting some of the blood in his mouth back at his captors. "Why is a Raven like a writing desk?" His nimbus roars to life as Time begins to rewind, the collar continuing its almost constant shock of electricity to his system as it restarts him nearly 12 seconds into the past.
The metal chair is firm and I am not insane, I'm just queer. unyielding to any of the twisting and flailing Michael tries. The steel cuffs are tight on his wrists and ankles, cutting the skin ever so slightly to create small bracelets of ruby red blood. Oh look, a pretty bracelet. I don't remember where I got it, but must have been someplace nice. He is cold,suddenly for the first time in days, as his bathrobe was sacrificed for his project still clutched tightly in his right hand. In nothing One, Two...Michael's coming for you. but a pair of silk boxers, having shredded his prison garb to back the homemade rope he desperately clings to, he shivers as the chilled metal touches his heated and charred skin. Micheal's eyes blink, desperate to see his Three, Four....lock your doors. surroundings yet unable due to the harsh glare of the spotlight placed directly above his pupils. He can feel the heat of them, evaporating slowly but surely the moisture from his eyeballs and he blinks in vain hope of keeping them moist. He can feel a hand grip his hair and yank his head back just a few inches, Five, Six...guard your six. though welcome relief from the unbearable heat of the lamp. The smell of salt water suddenly hits his nose, a welcome treat in the otherwise horrific treatment. "Sir, there seem to be an increase in Temporal Eddies, we think the subject has recently cast a Time Spell." One man speak from outside his vision.
Michael can hear the other men walking Seven, Eight...stay up late. about, unable to focus on them. Knowing that the collar is still active and present on his neck, he readies the one spell he can think to try that might give him a chance. "Getting clever, eh? Oh well, our continued apologizes for this Mr. Sparkles, but we are need of your DNA." As the shears start to touch his head, he cackles insanely, spitting some of the blood in his mouth back at his captors. "Nine, Ten never fucking sleep again!!!!!" His nimbus roars to life as Time begins to rewind, the collar continuing its almost constant shock of electricity to his system as it restarts him nearly 12 seconds into the past.
Hello old friend, maybe this time I get to die. The metal chair is firm and unyielding to any of the twisting and flailing Michael tries. Please dear god...make it stop. Make it all stop! I can't stop hearing the echo's!The steel cuffs are tight on his wrists and ankles, cutting the skin ever so slightly to create small bracelets of ruby red blood. If I just press harder maybe I'll cut my wrist, just make the pain stop He is cold,suddenly for the first time in days, as his bathrobe was sacrificed for his project still clutched tightly in his right hand. In nothing but a pair of silk boxers, No one will miss me, I'll have died a hero. I saved everyone. having shredded his prison garb to back the homemade rope he desperately clings to, he shivers as the chilled metal touches his heated What time is it?and charred skin. Micheal's eyes blink, desperate to see his surroundings yet unable due to the harsh glare of the spotlight placed directly above his pupils. Skyla and Jester and be free from me...and my insanity. He can feel the heat of them, evaporating slowly but surely the moisture from his eyeballs and he blinks in vain hope of keeping them moist. He can feel a hand grip his hair and yank his head back just a few inches, Where am I?though welcome relief from the unbearable heat of the Every child deserves a father. lamp. The smell of salt water suddenly hits his nose, a welcome treat in the otherwise horrific treatment. "Sir, there seem to be an increase in Temporal Eddies, we think the subject has recently cast a Time Spell." One man speak from outside his vision. Fucking Counter-spell, please! Just slit my throat!
Michael can hear the other men walking What day is it? about, unable to focus on them. Knowing that the collar is still active and present on his neck, he readies the one spell he can think to try that might give him a chance. What year is it? "Getting clever, eh? Oh well, our continued apologizes for this Mr. Sparkles, but we are need of your DNA." Did someone feed my cat? As the shears start to touch his head, he breaks down and cries "I'd rather die." His nimbus roars to life as Time begins to rewind, however the collar deals a massive jolt directly to his nervous system, paralyzing him and interupting the spell. nonononononononononononononononononoyesnonononono "Very clever Mr. Sparkles, you may have uses for us yet." The Seer's tone changes sharply, "Now hurry this up and if you fools mess up again I shall have you all thrown down there with them." Michael drops his head back, spent of Mana and precious energy just to keep his heart beating and promptly passes out. help me