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[criesforharry]

[There's a rather familiar face greeting those of Siren's Port today. One with rather fly-away (yet rather amazing) hair, a splattering of freckles across his nose, and skin sort of carrot-y thanks to the orange space-suit he'd arrived in.

Oh, and. He doesn't really look pleased to be here, to say the least.]

Rrrrrrrrrright then! As those

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[tiny_schemer]

[Why hello, pin-striped suit stranger. This one is small - about ten years old - wearing a little bow-tie and a newsboy cap.]

A future without death, mister? Like immortality or something? Is that even possible?

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[criesforharry]

[.... oh. 'Allo there kid! He can't help but calm down a little, talking to this one.]

Immortality? Naah, nothing like that. More just... a slightly better outlook. By changing one thing, making one simple thing just that much better, easier, more positive... who knows what else can change? To start out from a miracle, instead of a tragedy.

Anything's possible, with the right amount of weaseling about.

[tiny_schemer]

[Wow. This guy's a talker.]

Better, easier, more positive... you sound like a commercial. [smile]

So what are you selling, exactly? [His voice gains a harder, more cynical tone.] What's the idea if it's not immortality? 'Anything's possible?' Really?

[criesforharry]

[He lets out a laugh at that]

A commercial? I suppose I do! [And with a quick clearing of his throat, he puts on a fake little accent, sounding rather like some sort of british newscaster from the 1950's] And if you call in the next five minutes, you can get this brighter outlook today, ladies and gentlemen! Why wait? Trauma-be-gone could be in your home quick as you can dial!

[But then, to match that cynical tone, the grin pulling at his lips is hardening a little, one eyebrow arching up curiously.] Have you ever just wanted to do something? To save one life and see the entirety of history change, to see people just a little happier as they walk around? To maybe... give a daughter back her mother, to give a person years they should have had? Stolen years.

That is the idea.

[tiny_schemer]

...Stolen years... [That resonates with him a moment. He turns it over on his tongue, in his mind, slowly. There is a definite sadness. Regret.

While he definitely speaks with the voice of a ten-year-old child, suddenly all of "gosh oh gee shucks" cuteness is gone. He is more than just mature and intelligent, he is cold. Experienced.]

I don't think there's anyone alive who hasn't at least imagined what it might be like to go back and fix things, make them better. But it's beyond most people's abilities... or beyond their egos.

[criesforharry]

[He cocks up an eyebrow at that change of tone, the look about this little kid. There's something... old about it. About him. About those words coming from his mouth.]

Ego's not really a part of it... not when you have all of time and space at your fingertips. It can be at the beginning, sure. But oh once you travel for a while. Once you really see what's out there, the dangers lurking in the darkest corners...

You fix as much as you can, and plan to keep on trying even when you fail.

[tiny_schemer]

...Time travel. Wow.

[He's been here long enough, done and seen enough in his life that it really doesn't make him bat an eyelash. And it is is such an indulgent thought - stolen years back! How badly would he beg to be able to do things over, to escape gruesome outcomes. But alchemy and logic dictate that nothing is without its price. It simply can't be as easy as the stranger says.

He sounds a little more childish again, sickly-sweet innocence. Maybe he's mocking, being sarcastic.]

Seems like kind of a tall order. How would you decide which thing's a danger to be gotten rid of and what's supposed to be? How come you're the one who makes that call?