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[squireoftime]

[Are you tired of new arrivals yet, DR. Because you're getting another one. This boy materializes clearly out of midair, a pair of nocturnal geocoins on either side of him. There's a pair of goggles sitting on top of his head and his clothes look a little sandy. Hell, there's even stray sand from where he materialized

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[wolfku]

[He's no Terra or Aqua, but he is standing right behind you, curiously peeking at your phone over your shoulder.]

[squireoftime]

[Man, they are not answering. Maybe it's time to split this timeline--

-- why is the floor shaking.

FAT IMP UNVERSED BOUNCING ALL OVER THE PLACE.]

[wolfku]

[Huh. These things. He'd much rather just stay out of their way, but if the kid needs help...?]

[squireoftime]

[Funny thing? There's someone appearing right next to you, Riku, and he looks like that exact same kid. And this said copy rushes forward and dispatches those Unversed easily.

By ramming them with a skateboard repeatedly.

... yes.]

[bubblebatonist]

BB: Ven?
BB: I've been in the Medium for a few days now.
BB: But
BB: I don't think this is part of it.
BB: It doesn't look like any part of it I've seen.
BB: Where are you?

[squireoftime]

KS: :D
KS: you made it!!
KS: Terra's not responding though ):
KS: maybe he's sleeping
KS: I just went through a gate
KS: and days? ... aw man, I think I took a wrong turn somewhere in the timeline
KS: I'll go back later
KS: but geez, what did you prototype with?
KS: the imps look so fat :s
KS: ... better than when they looked like popsicle bars but still kind weird haha

[bubblebatonist]

BB: I was just talking to him
BB: He's not answering now, though
BB: I hope he's okay...
BB: I just used my Wayfinder. Are you sure they're imps?
BB: Maybe they're somebody's consorts.

[squireoftime]

KS: hang on, lemme get back to you

-- knightlyStargazer [KS] ceased pesteringbubbleBatonist [BB] --

-- knightlyStargazer [KS] began pestering bubbleBatonist [BB] --

KS: whoakay, we're in trouble Dx

[shroudedwind]

[A text message? Really?

Sigh. He knew grabbing one of those phones was a bad idea...

He takes a few moments to look over the message, then he glances at the Unversed and his derpy double.

Sigh. He'll type something quickly and then head over. Those Bruisers look like good target practice, anyway.]

look behind you

[squireoftime]

[And then this happened. Ven doesn't move from where he is, just giving his double a thumbs up.]

KS: nope, got it!
KS: good thing I remembered to do that :D

[shroudedwind]

[...Okay, what?

How did he---?

This texting thing is stupid. He'll just march right up to the double with a puzzled look. Why type when he can talk?]

You used a skateboard to beat those things?

[Hah. That's not even practical.]

[squireoftime]

[And he's not freaked out at all.]

Yeah. Kinda miss my Keyblade, but better than nothing.

[lower_case_x]

[Rather concerned at the sight of the Bruisers, there's a not-exactly-familiar face heading over quickly, getting key out... does that Ven not realise what's going on? Xeha thinks.]

[squireoftime]

[And right above that thread over there, you got a clone appearing out of nowhere and dispatching them.

Another clone appears beside Xeha and kinda scratches his head.]

Whoops, someone else beat me to it. Man, I gotta cross off doing that from my past selves to do list.

[lower_case_x]

Your ... [He looks between the lot of them.] How are you doing that? What spell is it?

[squireoftime]

Spell? Nah, it's. Time travel. Kinda complicated. Even if I had my Keyblade, I wouldn't wanna use it.

[biphasic]

[Rinzler's come up behind him, silent as a cat, and while he doesn't say anything there's the whistle-hum of active discs slicing through the air as he makes short work of the Bruisers.]

[squireoftime]

[Alongside the clone that appeared too.

Once they're all gone, the clone goes to leave, leaving the original newcomer behind to raise his goggles and look at Rinzler.]

Uh, hi? You're... not a player, right? ... you don't look like a consort too.

[biphasic]

[You've got some interesting functions there, man.

The questions are met with silence, as he considers the terms. He's certainly not anyone's consort, and... while he is more than familiar with the idea of games (of a sort) the term 'player' certainly never applies to the Game Grid. So after a while he tilts his head slightly and asks a single question.]

Game?

[His voice is more than a little electronically distorted, but it sounds like he means to ask more what sort of game Ven is referring to then whether or not he is referring to a game.]