Skylar James Bale (socialiterocker) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-05-26 13:31:00 |
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Current location: | Bale Estate |
Current mood: | determined |
Entry tags: | ben bale, place: la, plot: future problems, skylar james-bale, ~matthew laurant 'kronos' |
Trying to Save Lives
Who: Ben, Skylar, and Kronos
Where: The Bale Estate
When: May 15, 2019
It had taken hours of research, none of which led to ANYTHING. So... when Ben could literally find absolutely NO way of contacting the guardian of the time-space continuum known as Kronos, he realized what he had to do. Despite the bad blood between them, he called Ash Kowalski, and had him look into some of his darker tomes, until he found what Ben needed. He'd talked to Skylar... told her what he needed her to do. The way she was raised... she knew the fine art of being polite when needing to. Something Ben had never quite grasped. He cast the spell, now preparing to wait the allotted time. Supposedly, it took roughly ten minutes for the proper portals to open and close to allow him access to this... aw, whatever the fuck. Ben didn't understand this shit, and didn't really care to. Skylar dealt with this time shit once before with Gwen, at least she had SOME inkling what was going on. "Babe? We're ready. I'm... I'm gonna go help Brandie pack."
Skylar nodded. She was not looking forward to this at all. She was basically going to send her babies away right before she died. What she wanted to do was ask this guy if there was anything that could be done to save their own time. It might be selfish of her to do so, but she had to at least try it. "OK, go help her pack," Skylar said. "I'll get this done."
As Ben walked upstairs, finally a bright, lime-green portal of some kind opened about five feet from where Skylar stood. From it emerged a somewhat small, mousy-looking man in a black, flowing hooded robe. His face was stoic, yet, his voice was tinged with annoyance. "Oh. Yet a third one is beckoning me now. Perhaps I should get a pager, to make me easier to reach for you all?"
"You'd need something a little more high tech than a pager in these times," Skylar pointed out. "What have others been calling you for? To stop this? Can you?"
"No. I can't. And seeing this... you're lucky I've been able to stop all the others from falling apart." He looked at her, rolling his eyes a little. "What nobody seems to realize is... this isn't some 'alternate reality'. There is no 'alternate' about any of this. Every single moment that any of you live, every action you take, opens up another possible future. And that future becomes a thing in and of itself. There are limitless timelines out there, and it's up to me to guard them, to keep them from folding into each other. And your children? Have been making this VERY difficult for me as of late."
"I didn't think that it could be fixed, but I wanted to ask just the same," Skylar admitted. "My children, or anyone's really, aren't to blame for this." Well, her children as they existed NOW weren't to blame, anyway. Ami was to blame if anyone was, but she was long gone. "I just can't bear to watch my children die with me. Brandie's only fourteen. She didn't have anything to do with any of this. She shouldn't be punished for it."
He looked, when she mentioned Brandie, and her age, to momentarily look a little sad, but he quickly shook his head. "What part of GUARDIAN don't you get, precisely? I cant just go around letting anyone who says 'golly gee, I don't want to stop existing' just hop on the next flight to another reality."
"I *do* get guardian, sir," Skylar said. "I'm a Slayer. I protect people, too. I'm not asking for a ride for myself. Technically, I'm already there, so I really CAN'T go. I'm asking for you to allow my daughter out of here before we all die."
"Look... you think this job is easy? You think I don't have to make decisions that hurt? Why do you think your ex-wife couldn't do it? Because she couldn't stand making the decisions that hurt people like YOU. I can't afford to make the mistakes she did." He did his best to look stern and rock-like there.
Skylar sighed. And my ex-wife did such a good job of it, too, she thought to herself. "So, you've only been doing this for about eighteen or so years then? Or are their more than one of you?" Admittedly, she did not know how this really worked. She just used to be married to one.
"Yes. Gwen served as a bridge between my predecessor and myself. And I'd prefer to KEEP my job, thank you!" Oh, did he look desperate here. He hated ever thinking about children suffering, that much was clear, but could he be talked into helping?
"What harm can my young daughter do to the past at this point?" Skylar pleaded with him. "She's just a child, sir. Please don't leave her here to die. I'm begging you."
"I can't interfere. My job is to observe. To STOP the timelines from bleeding into each other. I cant just... HELP it happen! That's like a cop offering to help someone rob a liquor store!" He flailed a little there, desperate for her to understand.
"You wouldn't be helping it happen!" Skylar protested. "You'd be allowing a little girl to have a life. That's all I'm asking for!"
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. He couldn't help it... he thought back to his life before taking this 'job'. Of seeing his own daughter gunned down in front of him. "I... look. I can't help you do this." He lowered his voice comically, as if anyone could hear him. "However... in exactly three hours, I will be temporarily jumping timelines in front of Avarice. If... one careless, reckless little girl acts on her own and jumps in after me, I suppose there's really nothing I can do..."
Skylar nodded. "Thank you," she said softly to him. She would send Brandie, and the others, after him then.
"Just... just one girl, ok?" He said, rolling his eyes as he felt the epic fail of his job performance creeping in. "They... they might not notice ONE girl."
"All I'm sending is one girl," Skylar said, not exactly lying there. All *she* was sending was one girl. The others were being send by *their* parents.
"Three hours." He merely repeated, turning to leave without looking back. "Don't make me regret this."