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quintessentialtenureSadly, you can do no such thing, as you are not the esteemed Mr. Nivali. In fact, you currently have no idea at all that time-travel is even a thing that happens, even though it's a thing that always keeps happening always on Alternia, courtesy of another Mr. Nivali entirely.
Naturally, you haven't the slightest inkling of that either.
However, the matter of time-travel is moot, as you are currently Past Kanabo, about to undergo a revelation that will become very relevant to Current Kanabo in a few weeks, once you and your compatriots get entangled with the game that shall spell out the doom of your race and home world.
As is the pattern, you are wholly ignorant of this particular factoid. Happily so, actually, and riding high off of yet another resoundingly successful FLARP campaign with your normal party. You hum lightly as you step through the normal post-battle detritus, smoothly reapplying your faded lipstick and then re-captchaloguing it with a gentle tap from your club.
You have Cero accounted for, and left him to pack up his things in peace while you seek out a certain Ms. Argent. You are sure that she is entirely fine, free of even the smallest of scrapes as is her record. But still...
You will feel better once you have ascertained her condition with your own two eyes.
Naturally, you haven't the slightest inkling of that either.
However, the matter of time-travel is moot, as you are currently Past Kanabo, about to undergo a revelation that will become very relevant to Current Kanabo in a few weeks, once you and your compatriots get entangled with the game that shall spell out the doom of your race and home world.
As is the pattern, you are wholly ignorant of this particular factoid. Happily so, actually, and riding high off of yet another resoundingly successful FLARP campaign with your normal party. You hum lightly as you step through the normal post-battle detritus, smoothly reapplying your faded lipstick and then re-captchaloguing it with a gentle tap from your club.
You have Cero accounted for, and left him to pack up his things in peace while you seek out a certain Ms. Argent. You are sure that she is entirely fine, free of even the smallest of scrapes as is her record. But still...
You will feel better once you have ascertained her condition with your own two eyes.
