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4 yrs ago
Current Space: The final frontier. The womb: The first frontier. Somewhere between those two: the ocean.
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4 yrs ago
Lost? Confused? Lacking direction? Need to find a purpose in your life?
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"What caused all those rifts in the first place? I assume it was tied to the sore loser in the black robes?" after a short pause to think he adds "If it is time travel then things should play out the same until one of us changes something, I think? Unless that guy also remembers what happened?"


“Or we already have…” Rhyder chimed in. “What if time is predetermined. Set in stone. He came back in time because we were always going to, because we already had.” With the existence of time travel now very much confirmed, it didn’t help to think in linear time. “These beings with the power to send us through time might not even perceive time as linear like us. All of this could have already happened, and we were sent back so we would survive. We can’t change what has already happened. Maybe we are just meant to run.”
“Time travel.” Rhyder said rather matter of factly. Oddly enough an hour ago he didn’t even believe any of this was real, but now he could feel a wealth of experience that wasn’t his and had witnessed some pretty wild things. “Which probably doesn’t bode well for us.” He was trying to take stock of the situation. “So now he have a time limit, because we still don’t know how to stop those rifts from exploding, if we even can.” He took his sunglasses off. “We don’t even know how this time travel will affect things? Will things still turn out the same because this had already happened?”
“Demons.” Something deep within Ryder was amused at how simple it would be. A third of him was a professional demon Hunter and another third was a professional monster Hunter before becoming a vampire. The remaining third was a soldier for hell.
As a red eyed figured lunged at Ryder he gracefully side stepped and placed Ivory on the being’s forehead before blowing its brains out. The bullet infused with demonic magic to prevent it from reforming. He levelled Ebony at another red eyed individual. Painting the room behind it with its brains. “Is this it?” Something within Ryder wanted to flex its muscles.
Shaking the sleep off, a green glow emanated from with Rhyder as his bones cracked into place. “You put me through hell, you better be ready for the consequences.” Rhyder yelled out as he fired a single bullet at the dark wizard as he stormed up to the stage.
When the attack happened, Rhyder ran.
Having left the group to wash the blood from himself, Rhyder was standing in the public toilet, taking a piss. After emptying his bladder and moved to the basin. Splashing some water on his face, he didn’t quite feel like himself. He stared into his reflection. It didn’t feel like his. It felt like three strange faces staring back at him. He took off his red leather coat and placed it on the counter. “Fucking ruined.” He muttered under his breath as he struck the marble counter. Cracking it.

He placed his red tinted sunglasses under the water in the sink to wash the blood from the lens. Placing them back on. It was time to get serious. Something within Rhyder changed. He now had access to a power he hadn’t had before. “Oh I am going to enjoy this.” He rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt. Reaching behind his back he grabbed two guns that materialised out of thin air. Ebony and Ivory.

Kicking the door to the bathroom open he pointed the guns at the assailant. “Oi, I’m the one you want.”
“Ah my Agent is going to kill me.” Was all he could say as he was teleported somewhere. His stomach nearly turning inside out. Ryder looked around the white expanse as the disembodied voices gave their spiel.
He took off the hat and tossed it aside. “As far as publicity stunts go, I’m impressed.” He took his sunglasses off and hung them from his shirt. “Pop up walls and hidden cameras. “At least get my Agent to sign off.”
The whole idea of being some chosen one being called to fight a long forgotten evil sounded like one of his recent movies.
Ryder had ducked out of his booth to grab a quick bite to eat.
Rushing through the convention centre, he had put on sunglasses and a baseball cap to hide his identity. Walking briskly.
Ryder was feeling a little nauseous from partying the night before. A lot of alcohol and maybe some other substances had made it hard to turn up to the appointment today, much to the dismay of his Agent. Sure he had been hungover before, but this felt different. He felt warm. His skin felt tighter. Like there was too much of him.

Anyway, he was a professional. He was masking his discomfort well. At least until he found himself admits a near collision of multiple people. He carefully danced around the two girls. Practiced grace, he kept his balance with calculated and deliberate steps. “Alright, if everyone is Ok…” He moved to take his leave.

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