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Character(s): Albert Simon & Anyone
Location: Quad, the Garden
Rating: PG-13? ~~He won't zap anyone yet.~~
Open/Closed/Finished: Open
Summary: Did something go horribly wrong or is he merely lucky that his plans were thwarted by divine hands?

In all due truth, there was something humbling about being trapped here upon a foreign world without clue as to how that happened. While he did well not to voice his frustration, Albert was certainly having a difficult time grasping as to how he managed to be swept up within Time’s Current. “How dreadfully odd.” The dapper gentleman whispered quietly as he examined the winding corridors of Balamb Garden. Still quite capable of wielding his powers, Albert found it a tad unsettling to realize that he lost his new ‘Ace’ during the shuffle. He had hoped to bestow Yuri and his stalwart companions with his new form, the Messiah. However, just when he was about to fuse with the fiend, Albert was whisked away from battle by what seemed to be an invisible hand.

“Perhaps I’ve actually caused a rift through time…” Remembering the havoc that transpired within Neameeto, a light chuckle emitted from Albert once he thought of his young foes. “It seems they’ve may have won for now. How disappointing.” While he had promised not to hold any ill feelings if he had lost the bout, Albert felt a tad cheated from losing the chance to battle the young harmonixer one last time.

“Oh well, I suppose it could be worse.” He chuckled lightly. “I could be stuck here with that fool Dehaui. Now that would have been dreadful.” Checking to see if anyone was near, Albert vanished once more only to reappear within the quad. Why walk if you can travel throughout the Garden faster using magic?

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Now now Albert, you're making this too easy for him! You're going to make him look smart at this rate. If it's true he doesn't remember anything they'd talked about or been through either, then his head was all screwed up from the Time Compressor thing too, right? What a mess.

Looking between Albert and Alice, his hands slowly lift to their default offensive posture (it's like being home). So what if he had to smack him around again? He did it the first time, he can do it again.

"Hey, you heard the lady," he doesn't answer his question. It'd be troublesome to get into the memories thing here and now anyway.

Despite how much Yuri may have changed in appearance, that impudent little boy still managed to pluck Albert's nerves like a pro. He was beginning to believe that the young harmonixer's soul purpose in life was to pluck every single last nerve he had and so far, he's doing an ace job. Staring at the duo in prime annoyance, a spark of raw energy ignited within his gloved hand. Albert flicked this bolt of electricity at Yuri just to give the imbecile a bit of a jolt, nothing strong enough to kill him—yet.

"Think of this as a warning, I am in no mood for jest." Albert sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He just arrived here and he's already getting a headache from all this idiocy. Only if dear Olga was still alive, she was useful despite being horribly irritating during their teatime. The old witch was a snore, a complete snore with an ugly mug but at least she was loyal, and her magick was rather impressive.

Bringing his attention to Sister Elliot’s words, Albert found himself honestly perplexed now. “Then you remember nothing, is that what you are claiming?” Something happened between now and their final standoff, but as to what happened; no one knows.

“Yuri, are you still with us?”

"Yuri!" Alice's eyes narrowed at the warlock as she gripped the history book tighter beneath her arm, and took a step closer to her beloved, just to make sure he was all right. Warning or not, Alice hadn't been expecting him to attack like that, not even when Yuri moved to a more offensive position.

She finally let out a huff, anger evident within her words as she finally answered Bacon's question,"Yes. The last I saw of you was in Kuihai Tower. Do you..." She trails off, a hint of curiosity leaking into her last two words. What could they have possibly discussed? Despite the urge to leave the vicinity as soon as possible, she found herself unable resist asking,"Do you remember something else?"

Was she missing time, or memories? Was Yuri? It was a troubling thought, one that caused her insides to twist painfully. More questions invaded her mind, but she knew they were ones she would find the answers to on her own.

"Agh!" The jolt sent Yuri back onto his ass. Hauling himself up to his knee, he fixes Albert with a glare -- if it weren't for Alice here, he'd probably resort to beating the pulp out of him again just for that. "Damn, haven't felt that in a while... didn't miss it."

He looks up when Alice answers his question, rising back to his feet. He looks between the two, clueless. "What are you talking about?"

Resisting the urge to toss another bolt of lightning at Yuri's direction, Albert kept his attention upon the girl. Alice was obviously livid, something that truly humored the old warlock. For someone who seemed so prim and proper, the anger that Alice wore now was a stark change from her usual complacent demeanor. However, underneath the rage she wore was a hint of curiosity. She seemed not to remember anything that took place beyond the Kuihai Tower. This truly baffled him; especially since he wasn't fond of the thought of his own memories being tampered with by this alleged the Time Compression.

He smirked faintly at Alice's question. "And if I do, would you be incline to believe my words? I think not." Giving his attention towards the dimwitted hero, Albert just frowned. "Have you heard nothing we've said? It seems you are hard of hearing as well as quite challenged." While he was certain there was more to this story than what meets the eyes, Albert figured there would be a time and place to discuss this further without making a scene. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to witness him picking on the poor couple.

“We shall meet again, Sister Alice. The same for us, Yuri.” Turning his back towards the duo, Albert decided to take his leave.

“Until then, I advise you both to converse with each other.”

Alice watched Albert turn to leave with wary eyes, and even though his departure helped ease the mix of fear and anger boiling inside of her, it did nothing for the tight knot of worry in her stomach. She was on edge, and she had a feeling that she wouldn't be sleeping well tonight.

"Yuri, are you all right?" She didn't waste another moment before kneeling to his side, one gloved hand moving to carefully touch his shoulder. She knew he was strong, stronger than anyone she'd ever had the pleasure of befriending, but she knew it must have hurt, at least if his kneeling position was any indication of pain.

"Just say the word, and I'll heal you."

Though she knew that wicked man was right, Yuri and her had much to discuss, his well being was far more important than any of that. Their answers could come at a later time.

"Nah, it's nothin'," he pays the hand on his shoulder a glance- not immediately going to brush it off as he might anyone else. Rising to stand, he rolls a shoulder, as if to illustrate how fine he was. "Old Albert's static is a little rusty. Barely felt a thing!"

"But what'd he mean... converse?" he thought he knew...that time compressor business, right? With Alice and him having different memories, and now Albert back to his old tricks.

She purses her lips, and frowns; he barely felt a thing? If he was certain, then she wouldn't push. Yuri knew his limits more than Alice did, after all.

"The differences in all our times, I suppose." Her brows furrow as she thinks back on the conversation with Bacon. The way he spoke made it clear that he was from their future, but just how far...?

"Well it's not...it's not that different, is it?" he didn't really want to do this. Go through another mystery, kill another bad guy, yadda yadda. Maybe if he just pretended it was fine, then it would be. That he and Alice don't remember different things.

He looks after Albert, shaking his head. "He's just messing with us, s'all. Don't worry about it."

Alice grips the history book tightly, holding it to her chest. Maybe Yuri was right, maybe there was nothing to worry about, but at the same time... She lets out a sigh, her shoulders sinking as she takes a step forward, moving to stand a little closer to the Harmonixer,"We can't not worry about it, Yuri. It's Roger Bacon, after all."

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/zapped with permission~!

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im baaaaaaaaack sorry for the long wait

Don't even worry about it! C:

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