Hal Henderics

"I don't know. I've never piloted a ship." "I've never seen it happen outside of the Digital World I came from. Not in any way that would make a Digimon, anyway." He pointedly nonanswers.

"Well, as I... will have had..? told you, If I absorb enough useful data, and have enough energy, I can Digivolve, unless you've got a Digivice laying around." "I don't really know how those things work though, so there's nothing to be done, trying to make one." They say, shrugging with closed eyes and a shaking head. "I mean, I wasn't made, and I wasn't really "born". Data in the digital world can sometimes just... come together."

"I just don't remember him being a jerk is all?" They shrug. "I didn't exactly plan on time traveling, ok? I don't have like, a book of records. I'm pretty sure I wasn't even told about some kind of goblin invasion." He scratches his chin. "I mean, there was that thing with Azgurk, but I wouldn't really call that an "Invasion" of goblins. More of a "Mowing down", really... And I was there for that."

"Think of my physical body like an emulated computer. I downsized enough getting in that there wasn't enough room in my body to take my structural data, and the polymorphic data I needed, and my magical knowledge. So I had to make a long term decision." "Like leaving behind a satchel to save space, only to need that satchel later." "Neither." - This confuses WaveImpmon "Jeeze, how far back am I?"

"I'm a Digimon. A digital monster." "I had to decide between my bodily integrity or my magical knowledge twice. Once to get in, and again to get out." - "Being loud and uncooperative, huh? Worried I'll fill the quota on those before you?" They say, laughing.

"That's rich coming from you." They retort. "Sure, I'll behave, unless you act like a jackass." - "What?.." "What?!" WaveImpmon says, looking at him with exasperation.

(7, 1) WaveImpmon's face softens. "Where was this Nader?" He mumbles. He turns to face Leo. "You're all too weak. All of you. Something bad is coming in the far future, and you all flinched." "I'm done talking about this. You don't need to hear what was said. You just need to be better."

(16, 7) "Lives aren't disposable, you bastard."

(3, 11) "You are not my master." "You won't be." "And I know more about magic than you do." "I didn't mean to come to this stupid time, but I'm not going to let you get away with what you were going to do, and I won't forgive you just because you haven't done it yet. You're bad, all of you!" "And if you aren't yet, that just means you're going to be."

"Shut - Up!" "He doesn't even own a spellbook!" they shout, dragging their cuffs along the bed to outright snarl at Tattletale, who simply purses her lips before leaning in. (15, 8) "Oh sure, not a paperback, but that's not your fare, now is it? Aw, is hissy baby going to throw another temper tantrum? You really should be more polite in front of sensei." (11, 4) Pausing to read his reaction for a split second, she continues. "There it is, so you listened in on the big boys talking, didn't like what you heard and-" (20, 4) Seeing him open his mouth, she rears back and punches him in the jaw, interrupting his spell. "Yeah, that. But like, Ow, though." Tattletale finishes, shaking her fist. (2, 8) "Like, for real, Ow, though." "I've got a headache and his head is like concrete, so I'm going to take a nap, have fun hissy baby." "Bitch." She walks over to a seat and leans back, finishing her tea.

"Oh please, Kusuke will beat your ass if he finds out you've been using that again. So you should just listen to Snow and go away." He rolls his eyes, not looking at the lightning. (20, 7) Tattletale, who had up until this point been sitting in the back sipping tea with smug amusement, can't help but bark out a laugh. "Now tell the one about Leo's spellbook." She mocks. prompting the Digimon to sweat.

(1, 6) "I refuse." WaveImpmon say, turning their head to the side and scowling. "It's not like you're gonna do anything if I don't."

Choosing to observe more options, more options are thus given. (Persons of Interest) (Items of Interest) (Emergency Services) (Advertisement) - The Imp Awakens at last, looking over the denizens of the bus.

"Hello, This is a Fragment of Dr. Melina Ebon, Scattered around the Multiverse in Ebontine Flowers between worlds." "If you are looking for (Visions Of The Future), Please Dial 1 Now." "If you are looking for (Visions Of The Past), Please Dial 2 Now." "If you are looking for (Visions Of Other Worlds), Please Dial 3 Now." "If you are looking for (Prophesy), Please Dial 4 Now." "If you are looking for (Representative), Please say "Representative"." "If you would like More Options, Please say "More Options"." "To repeat this explanation, please dial #, or Hang Up, and Call Again." The flower speaks aloud, despite Nader having held the phone to his head. - (4, 20) (3) (95) "You sound funny... Leo." They mumble, completely blacked out. Further shaking of various intensities does nothing to fix this problem, Leo finds.

Stumbling away, WaveImpmon grabs a gun at random, firing it at the door, where it pings off harmlessly. "What the? I thought..." Shaking his head, he levels the gun at Leo and Alan. (18, 7) The bus then parks with a loud rumble and jerk, throwing them into the reinforced drone bay, and then onto the ground, unconscious. It arrives in a dark open place. To the right of the bus, A plant is growing up from the nothing stretching down forever. It is topped with a black flower, the flower has bloomed, and inside it, a Rotary Dial Phone is Ringing. The Bus has pulled up so that the door opens directly next to this mysterious phone.

The Weatherlight arrives with a rumble into some sort of reality. some sort of dark open place. To the left of the Weatherlight, A plant is growing up from the nothing stretching down forever. It is topped with a black flower, the flower has bloomed, and inside it, a Rotary Dial Phone is Ringing.

"..." They freeze, head tilting slightly. "You're...?" (2, 7) (14) (71) Their face twists into a grimace. Suddenly, the USB Stick, Simulation, and Projection all start to emit blinding, strobing white light. (8, 15) (6, 8 ) (6, 2) Leo and Alan are blinded! "Batspaps Who-ong Mapsmentus Kashamoto Amnnoir!" Leo hears shouted, before something is driven into his gut, doubling him over. Any others nearby who avoided being blinded would see a blue imp being ripped bodily out of the flash drive attached to Snow, before throwing it's legs into Leo's stomach in a picturesque dropkick before landing. With it's injuries, it looks as though it was painful to both parties. Battle!

Eventually, the duo ascend the stairs and gears to the highest floor of the Moment Clock Tower. Golden light shines through a towering clock face, frozen at 12:00 as the second hand continually ticks forward, and then clicks back. A trail of fluid trails it's way to a figure silhouetted against the clock face, revealing it's nature as some sort of vital fluid, dripping from heavy wounds covering the shadowed shape. The unique properties of blood. A thick bundle of what look like flowers are held under one arm. The flowers continually bloom, emitting petals at a constant rate. "You can't still be following me." The figure speaks. "You CAN'T still be following me!" The reedy male voice shouts, repeating themselves. The Clock Face flashes brightly before becoming transparent. The inside of the bus is displayed behind the clock face, as if through a fisheye lens in ultraviolet monochrome.

(13, 4) (27) (37) Alan creates several sniffer programs, and sends them into the simulated space to try and piece out where the other programs are hiding. Several of the sniffers are getting picked off and deleted in a specific area, before they can report back, narrowing the area that the other two programs could be hiding. The uppermost areas of the clock tower seem to be where the sniffers are going offline. (12, 19) (30) (87) Leo, meanwhile, establishes an avatar, manually following along and checking those areas. Eventually, they spot trails of... something. The trail goes dead near a particularly complicated piece of giant clockwork, gears with huge cylinders cut out of them are stained with the colorful substance.

(18, 7) (48) (58) Snow attempts to snoop around, and divine the purpose and activity of the programs in the USB Core. It's extremely difficult for her to tell, but... WaveImp.mon seems to be idling, drawing information generated by the .pol file. It is throwing up errors periodically. Moment.exe, however, seems to be responsible for controlling a complex enchantment worked into the USB Core, which prevents it from shifting through time while activated. The enchantment holds a few markers that Leo is familiar with. It is currently active and suppressing the temporal energies trying to drag the core through time. (HIDDEN) Snow detects an anomaly outside of the sandbox, a poke she can intuit was to check if she had been paying attention to an area normally left unwatched by her security. A quick surge of blood mana from Leo staves off any further probing by processing data with undertones of his intentions. This event coincides with another small series of errors cropping up in the WaveImp Program, only some of which are suppressed.

"What, not impressive enough for you?" Law grins. "I think we can figure something out. This unit right here completely removes the need to actually crack it open, though." He pats the QED. "It can teleport anything you stuff in the feed drawer anywhere else nearby, and even manufacture parts on a molecular scale. I used it to teleport toxic mushrooms into the shells of your gun, for example." "Hold on. Let me just..." He digs through the various materials that have made their way onto the ship somehow or other. "What are you thinking, Lucine? Stronger barrel, bayonet, perhaps some sort of... Magnetic Rifling and a scope." He begins to trail off, thinking to himself. He drags out a bucket filled with smoking fragments of stone, and dumps them into the QED, before pulling out his own overcompensator gun, printing strange crystals onto it that burn with purple flames.

Law places a poisonous mushroom carefully into a drawer of the machine, before bringing up a holographic screen. After some tapping on his screen, Law simply calls it done. "Your shotgun's ammunition is now doped with poisonous materials. Be careful who you shoot it at." This is odd, because, for one, Lucine never actually handed over her shotgun, nor did Law even touch it.

"Hmm? Oh, it worked. The Process isn't complete, though. I've managed to remove... Maybe half of it." "Unfortunately, I've exhausted the last of my supplies doing so. We'll need to have at least one more session before we can call this cured, but it will take some time for me to obtain more supplies from the Precursors, or at least obtain some from Tim's transmutation." "Note that nothing has strictly gone wrong. I simply do not have enough to complete the treatment." He says, waving off her concerns casually. It might help if he had the opportunity to study her biology, but that is the last thing she needs right now, he suspects. "Let's take our minds off the matter for now, as there's nothing to be done about it." "I'm planning on preparing some tools, care to supervise? I've recently come into possession of a special assembly station."

"Diseases can be there when a person is born." "Are you familiar with the idea of a Genetic Illness?" Law asks. "Sometimes, two halves of a disease can be in two parent's genes, so, if by some unlucky chance, both halves are passed on to the child, they may suffer as a result." "Green Eco contains the sum total of Precursor Medical Knowledge, which includes defeating diseases like that." "By that same measure, the malicious things in your body are every bit as much a disease as other in-borne ones, even if someone put them there."

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