Objective: Time Compression
Characters: Ellone and Ultimecia
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Two women know what's happening - one wants to profit from it. One wants to stop it.
Location: Jidoor/Dali/Timespace
Date: Tuesday, August 17 (1st repeat)
Warnings: Bitch Lady
She knew, of course. When the day had begun again, exactly as it had before, Ultimecia had known. She was the Sorceress who controlled time - there was no possible way something such as this could escape her. And she could use it to her own purpose.
Never mind that she wasn't on her world. Never mind that she wasn't the ruler of everything anymore. She was Ultimecia, and these pathetic people would bow to her, and die - horribly, gruesomely, and slowly.
It had taken no more than an hour to prepare, and the Sorceress settled into the large chair, much like a throne, that she'd had put into the room of the large house that Larsa had installed her in. Closing her eyes, she projected her mind out, out of her body, back along the timestream, passing rapidly through dozens of years as she moved, trying to grasp at the edges and pull them all to her... Being disjointed from this world made it more difficult than it had been previously, where the effect had been near-instantaneous. This timestream didn't recognize her as its ruler - yet. That would soon change - very soon.
Progress: Ongoing
Summary: Two women know what's happening - one wants to profit from it. One wants to stop it.
Location: Jidoor/Dali/Timespace
Date: Tuesday, August 17 (1st repeat)
Warnings: Bitch Lady
She knew, of course. When the day had begun again, exactly as it had before, Ultimecia had known. She was the Sorceress who controlled time - there was no possible way something such as this could escape her. And she could use it to her own purpose.
Never mind that she wasn't on her world. Never mind that she wasn't the ruler of everything anymore. She was Ultimecia, and these pathetic people would bow to her, and die - horribly, gruesomely, and slowly.
It had taken no more than an hour to prepare, and the Sorceress settled into the large chair, much like a throne, that she'd had put into the room of the large house that Larsa had installed her in. Closing her eyes, she projected her mind out, out of her body, back along the timestream, passing rapidly through dozens of years as she moved, trying to grasp at the edges and pull them all to her... Being disjointed from this world made it more difficult than it had been previously, where the effect had been near-instantaneous. This timestream didn't recognize her as its ruler - yet. That would soon change - very soon.