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Erick sorted out his hair balefully with a dissatisfied look on his face before he nodded. The creature let him up only to move on to its next unwitting victim, which was a process that seemed to repeat ad nauseum. With a sigh, the blue-haired youth managed to rifle through the reindeer spittle...

He saw it coming, and he still couldn't stop it. "No, no, no, n--" Erick swatted with both hands warding, but the deer would not be denied. The empty eyes that stared back like an abyss locked with his as the creature gnawed at his hair, pushing him to the floor with heavy hooves. Erick threw...

"Oh, I know I can sing," he grinned. "Don't get me wrong, if I'm looking for someone to win gold in a competition, I'm confident I can handle the job. What I'm saying is, I bet you got a voice like a siren. Beautiful, enchanting, able to coax men to their doom despite their better judgment." Jim...

He found it endearing that she looked for something positive still, even when they were awash in a sea of negativity. At some point, he found his beacon light going out. There had been a time in his life when he did the same thing she was trying to do now, guiding lost souls toward solid ground...

"Yeah," Erick looked away, a look on his face like he'd been slapped. "Because look at all the good telling the truth got me. If I'd lied and told them what they wanted to hear, if I'd just been a "good son" and did all the things they wanted, I'd still be at home." He exhaled sharply. "But...

He smirked. "Your call." It wouldnt be good acting without a poker face, and calling her bluff was about as good as it got. He seriously doubted that having gotten this far, he was gonna cut off her "trust" in him over a joke or two. When she mentioned that it seemed nice to be able to suppress...

He watched her warily as she admitted there were many things she couldn't do, and while it could have been considered humble, it was true for most people. As she leaned closer to the phone he took a minute to really look at her face, her expressions, and listen to her voice. This was the person...

When the guitar appeared in her hands, Jim blinked. As a younger man, he had always wanted to learn to play the Guitar. He asked his parents to buy him one, but the cost was determined to be too high for what they could afford- since he had no musical training, and all. Practical people...

"No, it makes sense. Work is a huge part of your life. People spend a majority of their time doing their jobs and making money to fund every other aspect of their lives, so it makes sense it might come up in a conversation," he said, quickly assuring her that everything was normal and going...

"I..." he stopped short when she mentioned the idea of him helping her. He was a failure. Not one agency had given him a callback, even for small and unimportant background parts. Did she really want someone like that giving her pointers? She had no training, which meant that whoever helped her...

"It's... kind of," he answered without really giving an answer. If he told her it involved his income and the ability to finance his living situation, she might panic, and he didn't want to bring that up the first time they ever had a conversation in the real world. He was thankful that she...

"You wouldn't let me forget if I said I had," he offered a wink, the way he would to anyone who he'd known his whole life. "But I still don't think I'm crazy." When she brought up the ill fated pep talk from the time when they'd gone out for drinks, he grimaced a bit. Leave it to the prettiest...

"You can be anything you want if you believe you are," Jim appended hastily, smirking. He watched her brush the hair out of her face, a sure sign she was probably as anxious as he was. That made him feel a rush of confidence, albeit just enough to shake off the jitters. He could still screw...

"Right. Yeah. To me." he blinked, looking at the image of a beautiful young woman who was staring back at him, a face imprinted in a magic mirror. To call the feeling 'surreal' was an understatement. It was one thing to be interested in Erick, the powerful Time Mage who could see alternate...

He watched as she fidgeted and struggled against an unseen force, eyes tracking each movement as though it might be part of some archaic ritual. If he missed even a single detail, what might become of him? Women were like that, right? Hot, mysterious, dangerous? Only in your imagination, kid...

He stirred awake when the sound of his messaging app buzzed nearby. Groggily feeling around for the device, he finally managed to get a hand on it, only for it to slide off the edge of his nightstand and tumble over onto the floor. With a discontented grunt, Jim rolled put of bed. A few random...

200 Vulnerable -70 from Retal The fractal world in his field of vision cracked. The perfect symmetry shattered as he struggled to find balance in a sea of infinite chaos. He could hear her words from a thousand different directions, and as he looked around at broken fragments, reflections of...

200 Vulnerable -20 HP from Retal The shaking was disturbing enough, but the sensation that erupted all around the hypersensitive Chronopath caused his body to convulse. He still hadn't gotten used to the changes that his senses had undergone when the tampered with the timelines. Aware of...

He watched carefully, the mannerisms she displayed as she spoke and the words she chose. It would have been easy to construe them as mocking, but there was more in them. Her gaze was one that existed in paradox, as though her soul were at odds with itself. The word she chose when describing what...

Erick stroked his chin thoughtfully as she spoke. She claimed that she did all she could, curiously, as a bringer of peace and ender of suffering. Those words certainly did fit with what he'd witnessed. Silently, he lowered himself to one knee and took the body in his hands, offering his...