Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27356783-20190831040155/@comment-27344811-20190901205234

(how do you build a radio towerf rom wood? where did he get the electronics)

"...oh." Raymond nods. "My apolgies, then; I do not intedn to insult somebody for their intended purpose."

"That's a lot better!" Ryuji nods.

--

Time flows in.. well, not many ways, actually. It's more static; small events like the detah of a butterfly aren't enough to change the future, and most times, they just tend to be.. forgotten. And time continues normally, as it tends to correct itself as well.

You could go back, for example, and make sure you got somewhere; however, it won't wildy change your future.

And to travel the three stations; Past, Present, and Future; there's a few ways. There is one big way, though.

A Time Train, as cheesy as that sounds....

And inside the Denliner, a red oni-like monster is currently reading something. Well, this monster, Momotaros, technically isn't in his original form. His skin, if you can call it that, is mat, with glossy chitin-like pieces resembling armor. See, he went back in time to 2007, to form a contract with somebody. To his original displeasure, he ended up with somebody who he couldn't move freely with; a Singularity Point, but the old kid has grown on him. That guy, Ryotaro, is out today.

Momotaros looks to his left to another fellow Imagin; Urataros. Like Momotaros, he ended up with Ryotaro; but this time, on purpose. Why? Well, Urataros knew about the evil Imagin's mission, but he decided not to in favor of... women. He's currently casted a fishing line out the window.

"Turtle." Momotaros stares at him. "What the hell are you doing?" Urataros looks at his comrade. "Fishing."


 * "...for what, Turtle."

"The Sand Sharks, of course. When I was just a pile of sand in Time, I had a few of them slice through me. I wish to return the favor by seeing their entire body."

Momotaros stares at him. "I honest to god can't tell if you're lying." Urataros chuckles. Meanwhile, a third Imagine walks by them; this one is white, with many feather-like spikes and a golden chest plate, arm bands, and belt buckle. This is Sieg. He doesn't have the same naming scheme as the rest of them, but he's still in their group. He's got coffee, which, if you peer in... does not look palatable. At all. "I must say," he takes a sip. "Miss Naomi knows how to treat royalty. She even named a coffee after me!"

"Don't feel so special, Chicken!" A third one says from the back. This is Ryutaros, with a long purple coat and dragon-like stylings with yellow whisker-like spikes coming off above his mouth. Well, kinda mouth. Their mouths never move, but you know. "She names one for each of us!"

The last one here is Kintaros. He is yellow-and-black, with fur around his neck and on his arms, like a bear. He has a single spike facing forward on his head, like a rhino. Is he a rhino? Or is he a bear? He is called bear, but you could argue he's a wooly rhino. Nobody really cares, just leaving it at bear. "She calls mine 'Kintaros Kick-up'."

"Go back to hibernation, you swine." Sieg spits at him. And immediately regrets his decision. As each of the Taros simultaneously stand up. Sieg cowers and walks back to his seat. The rest sit down.

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Lockdown rolls past them. As he does, they can see inside his harsh window faintly and see there's no silhouette at the wheel. Hm... at least he continues to drive off.