[he's impressed by Saint-Germain's quick wit, how eager she is to put it all together. he decides he doesn't have to pad it all, and that she'd appreciate just the bare basics.]
I was approached by someone from a time travel agency called the Temps Commission, and she made me an offer: come and work with them for five years, and then they'd give me the means to return to my own timeline the way I wanted to. My powers were back, but I still didn't have the means to figure out how to travel exactly when I needed, so I took the deal. The Commission maintains the timeline by ensuring that important historical events happen the way they're meant to: and to do that, they deployed me as an assassin, killing people who would have otherwise prevented those events in some way. At first I kept count. Then I realized that if I was going to get back to my family and avert the apocalypse, the end justified the means. It didn't mean I stopped looking for any other loophole or way out that I could find, though, and eventually I figured out the math necessary to open a time portal to the exact moment I needed. I skipped out on my deal and went home ... but I misplaced a single decimal in my math, and that's what caused the discrepancy. My consciousness is almost sixty, but my body's still almost sixteen - it was fifty-eight and fourteen, when I arrived here.
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Date: 2022-07-08 02:43 am (UTC)[he's impressed by Saint-Germain's quick wit, how eager she is to put it all together. he decides he doesn't have to pad it all, and that she'd appreciate just the bare basics.]
I was approached by someone from a time travel agency called the Temps Commission, and she made me an offer: come and work with them for five years, and then they'd give me the means to return to my own timeline the way I wanted to. My powers were back, but I still didn't have the means to figure out how to travel exactly when I needed, so I took the deal. The Commission maintains the timeline by ensuring that important historical events happen the way they're meant to: and to do that, they deployed me as an assassin, killing people who would have otherwise prevented those events in some way. At first I kept count. Then I realized that if I was going to get back to my family and avert the apocalypse, the end justified the means. It didn't mean I stopped looking for any other loophole or way out that I could find, though, and eventually I figured out the math necessary to open a time portal to the exact moment I needed. I skipped out on my deal and went home ... but I misplaced a single decimal in my math, and that's what caused the discrepancy. My consciousness is almost sixty, but my body's still almost sixteen - it was fifty-eight and fourteen, when I arrived here.