New Beginning 23: One for the Record Books

[Myself]

Receiving a message from ground forces, the armada tells me of a slight misunderstanding.

"Don't worry about the armada, everyone" I broadcast in a harmless telepathic message "they've just followed me for protection that I really do not need. I think it has been from the days of me being rendered near-powerless and near death by a rather unpleasant space monster. I do know, however, that they are protecting the city from any threats which may occur; even a supernova is of no real threat."

I instruct the armada to disarm all weapons and eater peacetime mode, as they seem to have avoided protocols set rather strictly in place. They shall be punished afterward. In the meantime, I return to the festivities.

(Sorry, I really should have integrated that fact. I thought people still remembered about it.)

[Celadon's Penultimate]

"Curses and hellfire!" Pilosthenes crossed his arms in a huff, "That can't possibly count as fair. Just up throwing a monkey wrench into the works like that. And I was so close to victory, too! Hmph. Still, honor and all that...I'll be damned to whatever hells these folks believe in before I end up the whiner, asking for a rematch."

That said, the Dignitary lowered himself from the towering hair-stilts that held him aloft, straightened out his body-mane into something presentable, and offered Harriet a handshake.

"Good game, girl." Pilosthenes offered, expression now almost jovial, "Especially for an innately-not-so-hairy sort. I bid honor to you, your family and your kind."

And with that, he turned back to meet again with his fellow Dignitaries: an Orc couple, a male Changeling, a female Dasyarch (Pilosthenes' wife), a female Psosthis, a male Elf, an Atlantean couple and a Nightwalker. The Penultimate would be arriving any moment, and if Pilosthenes was done dallying about, his wife Callichaite would like not to be in the back of the line like last time, thank you very much.

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

Vault leaves his stance and nods smugly to Knight before sidling up to the man. "Hey. Nice party, huh. Shame it's kind of dead, but..."

"Excuse me, sir," Knight says, suddenly in front of the man and bowing politely. "I'm very sorry, but I and my companion here would very much like to go to Aeon and I was hoping that you knew someone who could facilitate that."

[Myself]

Somehow, Myself gets into an argument with several of himself from other points in time; some from the future, some from the past.

[Zaleramancer]

The man looked, unblinking, down at Knight.

"Shall I ferry you also to the colour blue, polite neighbor, in the same breath that I deliver you to a measurement of time?" He said, looking up towards the sun as if measuring it's angle, "If it is your poorly worded wish to be taken to a disparate portion of time by unnatural means, I suggest you ask one capable of these things. "

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Oh no sir. No sir. I'm so sorry, sir. The world Aeon, is what I meant. Oh but there must be thousands of worlds out there with that name. The world Aeon upon which live people known as core users, if you know it. That's where we need to go. I'm so sorry for any misunderstanding." Knight says remorsefully.

[Zaleramancer]

"I know not of this Aeon of which you speak." He looked again to the sun and then spoke again, "However, the commander to whom I am sworn may. If it is your wish, I can deliver you to him in order to place any such inquiries. He welcomes such diversions wholeheartedly.. if a bit more often than, in my most humble of opinions, would be appropriate."

[Gentleman Vaultboy]

"Oh yes, that would be amazing. Thank you so much, sir." Knight said gratefully.

[The Narrator]

*looks up at Myself arguing with himselves.  Continues to read*

[Myself]

Two of me get in a brawl. Apparently I'm not as peaceful in the future as I am today.

One of my past selves, still lacking in many powers and inexperienced with the ones he does possess, attempts to intervene, but instead is frozen solid when one of two attack him (in my early days, cold was my weakness). While I am immune to temporal attacks, I would not like to see him like that, so I begin to thaw him out. His healing factor should do the rest.

[The Narrator]

*seeing that Myself needs some assistance, narrator puts down his book*

"I think I can be off assistance..."

*Narrator snaps his fingers temporally throwing the current timelines Myself and himself out of sync with all others, giving them a brief private time*

"Although your situation is different than mind with the whole alternate timeline thing, I know what it's like to have a battle with yourself.  But I'm sure this argument will amount to nothing product. Your past needs to accept your future, and your future accepts your past.  Or we could have some fun and battle these guys to pass time.  Or you keep arguing, an I go back to my book.  I need some sort of excitement. I'm getting very bored......."

--

Thank you,
Derek A. Haynes: Plant Biology Major
Senior, College of Agriculture & Life Sciences
North Carolina State University
cell: [phone]

[Myself]

I begin to walk with the Narrator, but as a turn around the corner, I find that the other Myselves have not gone back to their original times, but merely teleported a few meters to get away from the Narrator. Now some of the past versions of me are joining the fight. I can remember it

Before I can shout out to them, one of my other future selves answers my question. He tells me that in the future, I commit some horrible, horrible deed. The subsequent versions hate that version and wish to enact revenge. My armada's ground forces attempt to stop the fight, but are hopelessly overwhelmed. I suggest to my other selves that we get together and pool our thoughts to prevent the issue ever occurring in the first place.

The idea eventually comes up to give the issue to my earliest incarnation present. We do so and my other selves stop coming from other times, returning to their own times. I then begin to wonder how on Earth some of my earliest incarnations could be present if they were before the time that the universe was rebooted.

[The Narrator]

"Genius plan worked huh?" Narrator says to Myself

--

Thank you,
Derek A. Haynes: Plant Biology Major
Senior, College of Agriculture & Life Sciences
North Carolina State University
cell: [phone]

[Celadon's Penultimate]

The floor of the room ripples, before out of it arises a purple-blue portal with a fifty-foot radius. The Penultimate arises out of it, in meditating posture with serenity colored across his face. Though it is not long before a great tentacle reaches up after him, followed by twenty others, attempting to snap him up by the foot.

The creature's grip on his left sneaker snaps all serenity from his expression, and the Penultimate looks down.

"Dern it! Let me go!" he exclaims, "Let--let me GO! I said I'd bring you some more snacks NEXT TIME! Go back and play with your cousin Gaugamon! BAD CTHULHU! BAD!"

He reaches his left hand up, forms a gigantic sphere of spiritual energy from the Astral Plane, and tosses it down into the creature's awaiting jaws.

"Gaxxkst hoth R'lyeh mak'thanon!" the creature gurgles, and relucantly lowers its maw back down into the depths.

The opportunity showing itself, The Penultimate shuts the portal behind him. He alights on the ground, and put his hands on his waist, triumphant superhero style.

"Well, then! What's the haps, chaps? What have I missed since the party started?"

[Myself]

Myself replies to Narrator "Well, not quite, but you most certainly encouraged me to find a solution. For that, I'll offer the services of a small fleet to protect any planet you desire. Anything you want protected? My armada is looking for additional jobs; Celadon defends itself and Earth is protected in all sorts of ways, so the crews wish to see some action somewhere."

[Zaleramancer]

Words flow from the man's mouth and linger in the air like flaming butterflies.



The world around seems to fade into a wash of static before clarifying into lots of gray sand. They stood now in a gray desert with a dull red sun shining feebly from above. What appeared to be a large metal wall stretched from horizon to horizon.

A voice rang out from a hole in the wall large enough for an elephant to walk through, saying "Oh fuck the world why won't this linkage stop breaking."

[The Narrator]

*Narrator thinks*

"I have a slew of places under my protection: alternate earths, various dimensions, etc...  But I will keep that request in mind."

*Narrator snaps his fingers resyncing himself and myself back to normal*

--

Thank you,
Derek A. Haynes: Plant Biology Major
Senior, College of Agriculture & Life Sciences
North Carolina State University
cell: [phone]

[Myself]

I notice that Narrator undergoes some sort of temporal shift. It seems he altered his temporal properties in an attempt to get rid of my other selves, likely attempting to do the same to me. Unfortunately, due to certain powers, my timeline would not have been truly altered. I must say that the gesture was a nice one, but useless in this case.

It interests me as to how we were able to hold a conversation in that case. I must have somehow simultaneously existed in two timelines.

[The Narrator]

*my intent earlier was to separate us temporarily from the others to have a "private" convo.  Sorry that wasn't conveyed properly.

--

Thank you,
Derek A. Haynes: Plant Biology Major
Senior, College of Agriculture & Life Sciences
North Carolina State University
cell: [phone]

[Zaleramancer]

An envelope flutters out of nowhere to land near a Myself.