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[Ercan 'Shaw' @Solelaw]

@LamentTheHours

"Sorry, old man. I know why you got in my way, but... I can't let anyone stop me."

The only way one can withstand the weight of their actions is to give themselves countless excuses, after all.

"I'll do what you guys couldn't... And put an end to all of this."

[. @LamentTheHours]

“Happy Easter…” he quietly muttered to himself, grumpily nestled in the driver’s seat of his time machine with a lap full of clearance Easter candy.

[. @LamentTheHours]

“Hey, glad to hear it! Kick some ass. Or whatever it is you’re getting up to.”

[Ercan 'Shaw' @Solelaw]

"Thanks! I think it's gonna be an exciting month for me!"

[. @LamentTheHours]

😥

"Ah, he's not a friend. More like an omnipotent...shithead. Thanks a bunch, Shaw! Hope you enjoy your completely mundane April!"

😰???

[Ercan 'Shaw' @Solelaw]

"Wow, that sounds terrible... Having friends that care more about games than you. Well, hope you find someone that cared enough to remember!"

[. @LamentTheHours]

"....it's okay. I'm making light of my brief exile.

I know a certain someone also forgot because it was a mobile game character's birthday today."

Stop fucking looking at me.

"...appreciate the...awkward acknowledgment."

[Ercan 'Shaw' @Solelaw]

Awkward staring in silence.

"I didn't know it was your birthday."

[. @LamentTheHours]

He escapes the Twitter Time Prison through a wormhole, flopping facedown onto the ground.

“What did everyone get me for my birthday?!”

[. @LamentTheHours]

“Throw in the detail that said rogue god is the alleged vengeful spirit of a dear friend, from an alternate timeline, and maybe it IS confusing.

Fuck Eros. Fuck Nagisa. Fuck the amount of sinew in my brand new oxfords.”

[. @LamentTheHours]

“I’ve got him. JUST FUCKING GET ME DOWN FROM THE CEILING. Please.”

[. @LamentTheHours]

“It’s quite possible Eros’s presence has cut down on the…..ahem, travel time between parts of the Earth. He was likely overseas before he came here.”

[. @LamentTheHours]

“I am kneedeep in biomass. Don’t measure yours to mine.

Speaking of biomass.

I would think it is safe to, ahem, turn and burn now that the bomb is effectively defused.”

[. @LamentTheHours]

“……oh fuck me, Nagisa left.”

[. @LamentTheHours]

“YOU’RE unprepared? I came back from a several-months-long expedition to Perpheron to figure out why they stopped having rain and walked into THIS crock of shit.”

[. @LamentTheHours]

“Neat. I hope he cuts us down soon.”

[. @LamentTheHours]

“Yep. We’re having a normal one tonight.”

[. @LamentTheHours]

@Daimonity “No, no, practice all you want. The bow can withstand the extremest temperatures. It’s not really wood.”

[. @LamentTheHours]

Assuming proper form, Punnett channeled just the tiniest bit of fire magic through the bow and down to the strings.

As he drew it across, the noise produced sounded like one solemn viola overlaid with a harmonizing, droning oboe.

"Time is neither hot nor cold - but it is the

[Lydia — ᴍᴀɴᴀ ɪɴᴄᴀʀɴᴀᴛᴇ @Daimonity]

Setting the bow in her hand with the neck, she held the instrument out towards him.

"O'course."

[. @LamentTheHours]

@Daimonity "Well, don't forget about friction! No need for spontaneity, if you have a plan...."

He passed it back.

"Couldn't ask for a better successor to Miriam. Play on."

[. @LamentTheHours]

@Daimonity "It takes a lot of heat. You're not taking it to heart, are you? You did.....fabulously."

[. @LamentTheHours]

"Bring it here."

He held out a hand.

[Lydia — ᴍᴀɴᴀ ɪɴᴄᴀʀɴᴀᴛᴇ @Daimonity]

"I kinda got a vibe. Even the instruments I've seen were pretty down to a normal description - nothing ah.... sounded. Y'know. Like bells."