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[Akroma]

"Eh. If I have never met her, she doesn't count. I chose my family, rather than being assigned one."

[kj1225]

"Wouldn't you at least like to meet her?"

[Akroma]

"I guess if Kyle wants to, he can bring her to the wedding, I don't mind either way."

[kj1225]

"Didn't he ask if you wanted to see them a long time ago?"

[Akroma]

"Well, when I see him, I'll just remind him to invite her then."

[kj1225]

"Not likely to be soon then. Alucard did that thing were you just stop for a while and Ashley and Kyle are waiting on him."

[Akroma]

"God damned temporal anomalies."

[USEC_OFFICER]

"What does that mean for us then? Are they going to be thirty minutes behind us or something like that? How do these things work if you're not a part of them?"

[Akroma]

Icarus shrugs

[USEC_OFFICER]

Dalia thinks for a couple of moments and then asks, "You do have Kyle's cell phone number, right? What'll happen if we try giving him a call? It could be worth a shot, I think. These time anomaly thingies are pretty inconsistant about how they work."

[kj1225]

"Oh, as soon as you interact with those affected it stops. I think it's because of the... meta ones."
Aedan looks in the sky mysteriously.

[USEC_OFFICER]

"Uh... What?" Dalia asks, looking around at everyone else to see if she isn't the only one creeped out by this.

[PrivateNomad]

Ashley sighs, and slaps Alucard with the intensity of a grizzly bear.
"We'll certainly die if you keep that attitude. Don't you know me? I don't let my friends die, and dying isn't my thing. Besides, if it's destiny that we will be destroyed, you forget I break destiny."

((Good news, I have the whole week off.))
Alucard falls back against the wall, grunting.
"A-and... You're su-sure..?"

[Projeck37]

"Do you think I'd be staying in this Creation if I wasn't so sure?"
Ashley crosses her arms.

[PrivateNomad]

Alucard remains silent for a minute, and then simply nods. He stands up and walks to his desk, staring at the metal and at his own reflection. His lenses glow an indifferent yellow in the twilight of the unlit lab. Dozens of strange and complex phenomena surround Ashley as objects - both failed and successful experiments and objects of mystic and occult nature.