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[center][b][color=007236]Level[/color][/b]: 1
[b][color=007236]Day/Time[/color][/b]: Day 3 - Morning
[b][color=007236]Location[/color][/b]: The Save Point
[b][color=007236]Tag[/color][/b]: [@Guardian Angel Haruki][@Holy Soldier]
[color=007236][b]Experience:[/b][/color] ////////// (0/10) 
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[color=007236]"And that was how I...or my EX-girlfriend and I constructed a functioning time machine!"[/color]

Who knew how long the green turtle, all dressed up as if about to head out on a safari and sitting in a rather fancy wheelchair, had been talking? It could have been as long as he had been getting a late night snack in that new, strange establishment. The green turtle, Bentley, had arrived at Platform City a few hours before in the middle of the night, would you believe it? He hadn't been told a whole lot since he arrived, but his natural intelligence had put together the bits and pieces he heard; 

There had already been a fair share of 'Heroes' in and out of Platform City, and most of them were already out on several missions. And while Bentley was eager to get onto a mission himself - especially one he could partake in the planning of, call it old habit -, he understood the need for patience. And wait he was good at - sometimes. He was a turtle after all. 

But in the meantime, he would just have to wait. Rolling his way down the streets of the city, he had been directed to what he recognized as an inn. He shyly entered the inn through the doors, peaking his head in with a hushed [color=007236]"He...hello?"[/color], only to find most of the people asleep or about to sleep. The little round being, one Bentley never had seen before, half-asleep gave him a room. Bentley though, having already slept back in his game-universe, was not sleep though, and shyly rolled over to a table with someone else apparently awake. And soon Bentley was talking non-stop about the thing he loved most of all in the world: Technology. 

It was only after he had said those final words that he actually looked at the person beside him, that Bentley realized he was asleep. At least he thought it was a 'he', the creature he had never seen before in his own world. Not that that concept troubled him; after the invention and frequent use of the time-machine, the possibility of different universes was only a logical conclusion. More than anything, Bentley felt slightly embarrased to have blabbered like that. Taking of his thick, rim glasses and polishing them, he quietly sighed and looked away from the sleeping guest. [color=007236]"Good night, I guess. Sorry to bother you."[/color]

Then a new sign of life came from the lobby, making Bentley look up through his polished glasses. It was a humanoid creature, but without fur, scales or feathers. Odd, did such creatures exist? [color=007236]"Of course they do. The mathematical possibility is too high in an infinite possibility of universes that they can't."[/color] Bentley explained to himself, as if stating an obvious truth to some third party listener who needed some exposition. Not paying much attention to the fast sleeper, Bentley straightened his glasses and hat, before rolling his wheelchair to the lobby and the new-comer. 

Bentley rolled slower and slower the closer he came to the woman and the yellow dragonfly, not wishing to what he now heard was a beginning conversation. Still, he was curious for more information about what was going on, and pushed himself over his comfort-zone. Bentley raised his hand nervously up in the air, waiting for a moment where he was interrupting as he spoke in the quiet, nasal voice of his. [color=007236]"Excuse me, but I couldn't help but notice your arrival, Miss. I'm Bentley, just got called here for a mission. I take it you're on it too. Did you just come back from a mission like that?"[/color]