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Sacred pays mind to the conversation behind him, making sure to remember the concept of time paradoxes for later visits among Imaginary Existence, for he frequents a method of time ...

"...I have no clue in the slightest what I just witnessed, nor do I know of its significance. I'm just going to let you guys do what you need to ...

Gotcha. "Now, I understand that the creatures here are immune to magic, per your instruction, but I can't help but ask - what, exactly, are we to accomplish by moving ...

"I do suppose I'll tag along, then. No use tryin' anything flashy, anyway," Sacred shrugs, following the lot with his hands pocketed.

"I'm sorry, the issue is Manipulation of Time? I do believe I can help with that, Miss. Only if you want me to, though," Sacred perks up like a dog ...

"Kinda unfortunate that I'm nothing but a Log...If my existence mattered at all, I'd snap my fingers and this whole thing would be done with. I guess I'll sit back ...

"'Spose I'll be meeting up with you upstairs, then. Ciao~," Sacred waves as he levitates into a portal above him that appears at first to be an eyeball of sorts ...

Sacred steps through the tunnel, smiling coyly.

"That's quite alright, Miss. Mark Six." Sacred and the woman disappear in a flash of blue light, reappearing next to Thuki in an instant. "Hey there. We're ostensibly in danger ...

"I wouldn't necessarily call her that , but..." Sacred shrugs, looking at the woman. "I have her on targets for the next minute, but you have to hold onto my ...

"Thuki? Who is that, the person whose tail I saw disappear back that way a while ago? If so, I can help you get her," Sacred shrugs, gesturing behind the ...

"Why is that? I'm sure there are people here capable of dealing with this, but how are we meant to tell what the oldest part of the building is?" he ...

Sacred sighs and drops from his bed, snapping his fingers to form the bed into a drinking glass once more. "There's no such thing as immortal by my standards, Miss. ...

Sacred almost falls out of his chair before he does the same trick from the previous day by grabbing a nearby empty glass and shattering it in his hand, the ...

"The only spirit-related thing is the fact that my wife is a spirit, so I'm sorry about that...You seem adamant about it, though; why would that be?" he sulks nervously ...