Nathan Corlett | Minister of Temporal Affairs (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
temporal_affairs) wrote2013-03-08 01:16 pm
temporal_affairs) wrote2013-03-08 01:16 pm
unreliable doorstop
Here they are, having a cute post-death reunion!
Hm. A square won't tell Timer straight up if a judge is coming sooner or later. Who needs coins, though? He can find the best time to teleport to and greet the Joker. Long, long timescale, because it can take forever -
It's in half an hour.
...Timer will never understand the scheduling in this place.
He waits. He's good at that, when his timer tells him to be.
It's in half an hour.
...Timer will never understand the scheduling in this place.
He waits. He's good at that, when his timer tells him to be.
Edited 2013-03-10 17:42 (UTC)
A judge wakes him up and hands him his sentence papers and sends him off on his long walk.
He goes quite cheerfully.
He goes quite cheerfully.
At the requisite moment, Timer ports in.
"Hi, babe," he says.
"Hi, babe," he says.
"Sweetie!"
The Joker beams and flings his arms around Timer, hugging him tight.
The Joker beams and flings his arms around Timer, hugging him tight.
Hugs! "That didn't take long. You could've easily been cooling your heels for centuries, but you only died about an hour ago. What kinda sentence did they slap on you?"
"Mm, not one with Chainsaw," he says, "much to my disappointment."
He finds a pentagon on Timer's bandolier and teleports them both to Timer's house, because it is more fun to cuddle in.
He finds a pentagon on Timer's bandolier and teleports them both to Timer's house, because it is more fun to cuddle in.
"Ah, I got assigned to her in my time, but I fobbed it off on Eights. You'll probably have fun with her, too, she's a big name. Not as affable as Chainsaw's rumored to be. I believe the conventional wisdom is that she'll be meaner if you're male, though."
"Well, you know, for torturer values of 'meaner'. I have no idea what she'll do if you explain you to her all friendly-like." Pause. "Your guide is going to be confused when you don't show. Oh well."
"Watch me care," he snorts. "Mm, let's go snuggle."
"All right. You want some of the coins back? Do you have any left on you?"
"I do nnnnot have any left on me," he says. "And I bet I'm not a mint anymore. Well, I can fix that."
He touches a hex.
He blinks at it.
"Innnnnnnnteresting," he says, and touches it again. This wish goes through.
He touches a hex.
He blinks at it.
"Innnnnnnnteresting," he says, and touches it again. This wish goes through.
"I can make myself a mint but I can't make it stick," he says. "Not with a hex, anyway. And everybody keeps tellin' me I shouldn't try a star."
"Ah. So you'll wanna accumulate some hexes between each occasion of same, if you wanna be a mint as a general habit."
"Orrrrrrr," he says, "I could experiment."
"...With a star? Any warning you've paid attention to this long has to be all kinds of dire."
"What's it gonna do," he asks, "kill me again?"
"Wreck my place?" suggests Timer. "Torch me? I haven't tried it yet and I'm in no hurry."
"I'd go somewhere else, silly," he says, kissing the end of Timer's nose.
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