OOC: Why? Is it too long or something?
"Whoa. That's... that's super cool."
OOC: Why? Is it too long or something?
"Whoa. That's... that's super cool."
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OOC: Too tall, I think.
"Well, it's still kinda messing with the timestream. And you certainly don't want to hear one of his long rants about places and times that he's been to."
OOC: Thanks. Checked the rules; fixed it.
"Haha, okay."
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"Actually, it's less messing with the timestream than keeping it the way it should be: without time travel changing anything. Plus, if you're in the future, things are fine to be 'messed with', nothing is truly fixed until it happens in the present."
"Blah, blah... Whatever."
OOC: Hmm... Plot ideas... Okay, time to skip!
Five months later, the doorbell rang again.
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Ozias opened the door. "Hullo?"
Infinity gazed at Ozias. It had been five months, and she was supposedly never supposed to see anyone in the house again, yet she had returned. "Hello."
"...This is certainly a surprise. You said you wanted to leave. Do you need something?"
"I may not look it anymore..." Infinity began crying. "But I'm still a kid. I... I miss them."
"Well, come on in, then. I'm sure you're perfectly welcome here, Sandra."
"Thanks, Ozias." She curled up on the left seat and passed out.
"Somebody's exhausted," Ozias chuckled quietly. He went to find the others.
"Infinity's turned up," he informed everyone, "She appears to be asleep."
Isabel and Anthony gave long, hard glances at each other before rushing out of the room.
A-II and his partner in crime finished their 3-day long tunnel under the mansion, popping up in the basement.
Sophia hurried after them. "What is it?"
Ozias couldn't read thoughts due to the shield, but that didn't prevent him from picking up minds. He warped into the basement. "What are you doing here?" he asked sternly, a demanding tone that told the infiltrators that he wasn't about to attack them, save for if he didn't like their plan.
"That's none of your business, Ozi-ass. Now back off."
Anthony and Isabel knelt in front of the left seat. It had been a long while, but their daughter was finally home.
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