Young Writers Society

"My name is Maggie," she snaps. "And we need to get to the oldest part of the tavern! Never mind the people outside! Then we need to sneak out and find the time paradox." She looks to Chris. "That Bends from that other universe can help with that." Chris nods.

"Yes, that's true," he said.

"Otherwise known as your boyfriend!" she laughed.

Chris sighs. "He's not my-"

((Someone cut him off here ))

"Why don't we be hurrin', then?" she suggests and slips down the tunnel towards the tavern.

Maggie and Chris ran down with her.

"'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 - much like a hieroglyph - but upon closer inspection, is actually an open mouth.

She comes in. "So, what are we doin', then?"

"Sneaking out of here without the Reaper knowing," Maggie says. "Then we find the time paradox and fix it."

"We know someone from a parallel universe who can control time and is an expert at finding time paradoxes," Chris adds.

"His boyfriend," Maggie says in a loud whisper, pointing a thumb at Chris.

"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 and watch how it plays out, then...wouldn't wanna cheat, now would I?" Sacred thinks out loud as he yawns and sits at one of the bar stools, resting his head on his arms on the counter.

Zogin was getting impatient.

This was an easy thing to notice. It started out with the familiar tapping of her foot. At first, like usual, it was a slow tapping. By the time that a minute had passed, it evolved into something much more rushed. She then ran her fingers against the leather of her holster, quickly tracing over the simplistic designs sewed on it. By the time several minutes had gone by, she was urgently running her fingers through her hair.

An impatient Zogin was like a ticking bomb. It was impossible to determine when she would have enough of sitting around, and it was equally impossible to tell how outrageous her ideas would be.

When he saw her begin to storm off towards the entrance of the inn, Soul was pretty sure that this was going to be one of her most outrageous ones. "Zogin!" he exclaimed, rushing to her side. "What are you doing?"

"I'm tired of sitting around and waiting for my death to come," she replied. She was withdrawing her gun now, though she had momentarily stopped rushing towards the door. "Those things aren't technically living creatures, right?"

He hesitantly nodded.

"Then I can theoretically turn back their time to five minutes before. I have no idea what that'll actually do, but at least it's better than waiting here."

He realized that there was no point in arguing, and resigned himself to going with her.

She turned back to the remaining occupants of the inn. "I'm going out to take care of those things. Anyone who wants to help can come as well, and, if you want to run away from this place, I can provide a good distraction for your escape."

((Could someone enter at this point?))

((It's fine! I need to stop Zogin though))

Maggie blocked the way. "You won't be able to. These are literal creatures of TIME! They will literally snatch you up and eat you in a MOMENT. The guy we're going to can control time itself, so he can help."

There's a jingle of a bell as a red-haired woman with an ice blue eye walks in. She's missing her left eye and didn't bother with an eyepatch, and wears what appears to be a uniform with a gray jacket and a crest like a sun. It doesn't take her long to register that something is very off.

Thuki seems to recognize her. "Tasha, good t' see y'. The usual?"

"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 catching wind of fresh meat, primarily due to mention of time, and also to the woman who enters the inn.

"Time?!" the woman looks at Thuki and the others with an odd look of confusion and suspicion.

"Oh hush, slyfingers," Thuki smiles. "Nothin's too bad. Don't go outside, Reaper might get y'."

"What?"

Maggie sighs. "It's your turn to explain, Cups!"