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Yes, exactly. You get what I’m saying then, right?

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Parachute?

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*seamlessly grabs the meal from the kitchen counter and slides it in front of you*
For sure! Among a large number of things you can do here, this is also a hub for those looking for quick jobs.
*points to a large board taking up a good portion of a wall*
That job, quest, mission board, whatever you wish to call it. Allows those who can traverse dimensions to take on jobs. Though almost all are affiliated with some sort of organization that I have official connections with, we have had some freelancers take them on.

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*stares at you with a manic smile as I takes the punches in full then flying backwards almost instantly*

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*Nods in thanks*
It’s a bit old school. I like it.

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Does the IA take extra hands for their work?

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*One of the other shades increases the rate of time around their fist to multiply its strength and punches you into the ground*

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Of course. That’s what I am, essentially.

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Oh? Really? Hm…
*pours another drink*

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Hm?

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*pours myself a drink, but mine is a swirling golden brown liquid that seems to never stop moving*
I was wondering, if I can work with you and the IA in a reinforcement support system type of thing. Don’t know how you request help, but with the popularity of this place, I should be able to provide top notch aid for the both of you.

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Where were they a thing at all, though?

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Makes for a nice commute if nothing else.

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It sounds nice. It does. I have to tell you that it isn’t my call.

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Still.

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*a crater is made when I crash into the ground, my body bounces once and with a massive gust of wind I seemingly disappear*

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Hrrggh...
*Jumps up and grabs the string to a projector screen, pulls it down, and puts a pair of glasses on my face*
Ahem.
*The lighting around us dims as four lines are projected to the screen, each broken into sets of two, with the top of the bottom two lines taking a sharp angle upward and briefly intersecting with the top two lines before dropping back down to its original height*
Consider the top to be our world and history. The bottom is a fake world and its history.
*Runs a laser pointer along the top of the bottom set of lines to the intersection, where a stick figure stands with an exclamation point above it*
But here, the fake briefly touches the real world and history. And even though the fake stuff never happened, it can still mess with our world and future! And that—
*Releases the string, causing the projector screen to roll up into the darkness of the ceiling*
Is where the absurd lives.

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I figured and so my next question is going to be who would I be able to speak about this matter?

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If it can influence the real world, then surely it isn’t fake?

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My brother Plouton, or my father Typhon. They make those sorts of calls, and full disclosure, they usually decline them. As for the IA directly, that’s a load of people. Probably involves an appointment at some agency somewhere.

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If it can influence the real world, then surely it isn’t fake?

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My brother Plouton, or my father Typhon. They make those sorts of calls, and full disclosure, they usually decline them. As for the IA directly, that’s a load of people. Probably involves an appointment at some agency somewhere.

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*One of the other shades increases the rate of time around their fist to multiply its strength and punches you into the ground*

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*my voice rumbles the area*
So many Lambs, counting them would make one fall into slumber.