Board Thread:ROLEPLAY/@comment-29194274-20180410051403/@comment-29194274-20180412072421

"TH3Y KNOW WH4T'S H4PP3N1NG L3T'S GO"

"I'm a Prince for fuck's sake Khanor! I may be a Life Player but that doesn't mean I heal everything!"

"Well we have to-"

The girl suddenly sits up, gasping for breath. Efgeiz rushes to kneal besides her and support her.

"Sir, we're getting reports of weird fluctuations in space-time." Rebecca Smith, better known as June Eddum within the army, walks into the Red Leader's office.

Tord looks up at her. He was busy fixing his prosthetic arm, which was recently damaged in a gun fight. "What kind of fluctuations? Are you sure you just didn't have a reason to increase your hops?"

"Completely, sir. It's like miniature holes are being torn and opened at random. I've tried contacting future selves, but no one's responding, which means it's either not getting through or. . ."

"I doubt you would die anytime soon, General."

Before June gets the chance to answer, they're both teleported to where Flowey and Feslea are.

"I assume you'll need some tools to finish up repairing your arm?" Feslea looks at the Red Leader.