"I apologize that I care for both the wellbeing of yourself and my house." He replies, Time follows the directions given, and pulls out the ring. "I don't know if you can see this ring in particular, but is this it?"


((Bro sorry that Ark and Nemesis can't really do anything rn @Axel and Marsh))

"I'd never do something like that, unless if it was on purpose, of course." Time ensures Crimson, "And yes, a large part of the Clocktower is a library or an archive of sorts."

"Living item's on the shelves?" Time says, turning away from Crimson, starting to prep his magic spell as spell circles start to glow around him, "I simply said library just as a blanket term, as many items stored here are books and scrolls. If I were to more accurately describe it, this place is more like an archive, or a museum, or something like that. All sorts of thing are kept around here."

Time continues his work, "...Fine." He looks to Ark and Nemesis, "Can you two find some sort of device that can make a secure pocket plane? I'm sure you can sort that own on your own. They should be somewhere in this room or just outside."

((Np, looking to pick it up again is all I'm looking to!))

Time hesitates a bit, thinks for a moment, and replies, "True. But I would rather not have him stuck in an area where there's other people's souls and other beings hanging around. What would happen is very uncertain, but none of it can be good."

"Though if it does come to that for some reason, like say... the artifact breaking, I can see it being a desperate plan C."

((You can just make up a gizmo, or maybe just a teleporting cage thing so a secure place in the clock tower or something?))

(Assuming this place is a stronghold or such thing of magic, there COULD be some sort of relic that could attach to mechanical devices to act as an infinite energy source.  Therefore it could be reasoned that the opposite exists.)  

Ark is following close behind, and walks in to look at what the mage is doing. "Oooh! What's this?"

"How do you know my name?" Nemesis asked, curious. She looks around for anything that looks like something with a potential private dimension in it. "And yes there is something you can help us with. We need a pocket dimension, the kind that can hold an explosive human"

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"Trapped?  I'm not wanting to be another prisoner of my own mind once more.  How do I get out once I 'die'?  Surely you have a way to get me out right?"  Crimson voice echos around the tower.  "Being trapped in a magic realm, let alone a prison used for a Chaos Magic user isn't fun you know.  Neither for a Kyng nor the Emperor." 

"Great.  At least I have a way out.  I'm going to leave all my gear here...even my Forge Disk too.  I'll need it later.  If anyone even thinks about touching any of it, have fun being burned a bit.  Flare enchanted my gear to tailor to my magic." 

((I need to think of an intro for them...I'll do that later.))

Fang and Flare wander among the Medieval Sect looking for traces of Crimson.  They know all too well that he would be looking in places close to home for a way back.  Flare does notice Time's gaze on him and leans over to whisper something to Fang, whatever it way, it made her bounce up and down.  

**They know someone is looking for them because Time is using Crimson's gifts.**

"Then let us start the plan.  Let them know I'm going to need another Feather and Limiter.  They'll be able to make another one with this world's material, albeit with a much more restricted output in power.  But it'll keep me alive." Crimson took off his coat and raised his head to the ceiling.  He had a mixed expression of both pain but sorrow.  "Quite a mess I often get in, and here I am, paying for it by asking you guys to do all sorts of crap for me.  Infinity was right, sometimes I'm no better than a child.  Well, there is no use gettin' down about it.  Let's get this done and out of the way." he stood up and streached and set the relic that was absorbing the excess energy down and looked at time.  "Tell me what to do Time." 

"HE WHAT?!" Fang roars.  "Time do you have ANY clue how much work that is?!  We don't have the necessary components to--" Flare puts his hand over her mouth and sighs.

"Look Mr. Time, even if we were to make another Limiter we need special glass and a metal that can withstand surface level heat akin to the sun.  And I assume this world doesn't have that.  On top of this, we don't have a clear way to even forge a new one without the Black Box.  And since Aster isn't here it's going to be hard to assemble a new one without the old one to use as a base since it was destroyed.  Unless there is a deity or a way to...dare I say, alter this world connection to another world's timeline to receive what we need, we wouldn't know the affects it could have."  

"Do not alter anything.  If someone in this world could provide the materials, we may be saving a whole load of trouble with the High Council and with Crimson telling us off for messing with stuff we shouldn't be!" Fang slipped through Flares hand and looked at Time with a determined expression to prevent him form doing anything drastic.  

"Right...I'm going to have to agree with Fang on this one Mr. Time.  If this Ark can retrieve some basic materials, I am confident enough we could, at the least, make a storage for Crimson's excess energy.  But his combat abilities will be even so severely reduced.  I'm sure you already know the greater significance of the Limiter?"