forum Butterfly Effect (Time Travel RP, OPEN)

Started May 30, 2018 by @WriteOutofTime

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Petrichor snickered softly, revealing his disturbingly white teeth that stood out like light against shadow. "Erza, do you have any info?"

Erza's headphones where back over her ears. Her eyes where narrowed with concentration. THe data flying by on her screen was quite weird

Artemis yawned and stretched. "Guys, I'm bored. There's literally nothing to do and I don't know anything about your complicated power surges."

(Oof, I'm just gonna pretend that Hase went out)
Hase strolled back into the lab, coffee in hand. He sat down in one of the chairs and rolled over to Dara's desk. "You figure out the pulse thing yet?" He asked, taking a sip of the bitter drink.

"Did you really just go buy coffee and not buy me any?" Dara glared at him. "I thought we were friends." She shuffled her papers around. "And no. I haven't. I just figured out that the electromagnetic pulse has a unique signature only able to be detected by our hastily put together, illegal EMP."

"Hey, we are friends, I'm only drinking this because my uncle said I should probably stop going days without eating or drinking. So, I went to that weird cafe that also sells drugs and fireworks- if you know who to ask- and got disgusting coffee." He took another sip and looked over at her notes. "Anyway, maybe the times are some warning from ancient gods. We're probably all going to die soon," he rolled backwards, back towards his desk.

"Wouldn't that be nice," Dara quipped, stacking her notes back up.

Hase snorted. "Yep. They'd probably kick us out of hell for being too bitter."

"Hell isn't real," Dara snorted. "If it were, though…yeah. We'd be kicked out."

Emil leaned back into his chair, stretching out his arms. "Satan would probably get pissed at you for critiquing every minor detail that doesn't make sense from a physics standpoint."

"Yes, but I'm Pansexual and formerly suicidal, they have no choice but to deal with me. And besides, even if we do get reincarnated or something like that, we'll probably be the obituary section of a newspaper that no one reads." He said, picking up a pen from the desk and throwing it in he air before catching it.