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Sent chuckled, "I knew you had some hidden uses. Best way I've ever released my anger." He looked around, "

As Sent returned the kiss he whisked her off her feet, carrying her through the house as the kiss remained unbroken, setting her down in the walk in closet as it ended. He chuckled slightly, "Yes, well, I'm thinking more appropriate attire would be...appropriate." He pushed her back slightly and closed the door, leaving her to explore a veritable mall of goodies as far as clothing goes. Sent, on the other hand, just found a T-shirt and some jeans, specially fitted of couse.

Sent returned and flung open the doors to the closet, shrinking it in size to little more than a doorway. He smiled down at his love, "Ready to go?"

His wings closed around her as they dispersed to dust and were borne away by the wind.

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Moments later they arrived at the charred fields of the Chronos Tower once again. The Old Guy was still researching, and Tac still seemed to be unconscious. Aetas was kneeling over him, inpecting his injuries.

Aetas held up a hand as she approached, "Stay back, my bubbly guest. I haven't been able to wake him, and if he suddenly awakes I'm not sure what might happen. The gravity of Tac's situation is serious indeed."

Aetas moved closer, running a hand over his torso, held above it barely half an inch as a glow pulsed outward. He leaned over to listen to something and as he sat up the sky darkened, "AWAKEN!" He brought his fist down upon his chest, and as he connected a strike of orange lightning shot down from the heavens. The strike combined with the lightning sent out of wave that returned life to the barren soil. Tac's back arched off the ground as he screamed out Cora's name. He faltered and twitched, his limp form laying on the grass once again.

Sent gently stroked her hair, shushing her and comforting her. Aetas slowly stood and looked down at him, "The stress of readjusting to this time has left his body weak. His body in this current timestream, not the body you see before you, is in his early teen years today, and undergoing intense physical stresses. The boy's mind is also being subjected to enough trauma to cause insanity. His parents killed, sister raped before his eyes, throat slit, several gunshot wounds. For some reason he's experiencing all the boy's pain all over again." He looked to the others, knowing what he said would be confusing. He sighed, "The body you see before you belongs to Jordan Daize, Agent Seventeen. He prayed to any god that would listen to not die of massive bloodloss and head trauma. His time was up on this mortal coil, so I, meaning myself ten years from now, gave him part of his wish. I allowed his soul to move on, but kept the body alive, imprinting Tac's consciousness over Jordan's, merging the two. Jordan lives on, but as a piece of my masterpiece, my Avatar. He doesn't even know there has been a change, to him, its a reassignment. All the desiscions he makes are perfectly in line with Tac's anyway. The thought processes of the two are amazingly similar. Tacitus truly is a new man. What possessed him to try and kill me...I'll never know, unless he reveals it to us anyway."

He looked back at him, "He should awake soon, I've sped up the process, he should be done re-experiencing Jordan's childhood soon."