ATTIS XD This chapter is the plot, the lord of time pwnea me, and I am hijacked by Buer, for a change XD
Wednesday.
- It's your turn. - Announced the girl with a smile. - Remember explain everything in detail to the Lord, right?
- Understood. - The young man stood up and sat her pajamas. - I can ask you a question?
- Adelante. - She smiled.
- Will I get a change of clothes when you leave? - Ah, that was really uncomfortable. - Do not think this is the most suitable for use ...
- Oh, yeah ... - Secretary laughed. - If you go, you get more clothes. So go and behave yourself, do not make me look bad.
- Okay, thank you ... - The young man sighed and glanced at the dragon. - See you when you leave.
- If you go. - Was the reply, accompanied by a smile full of teeth. The young man replied. He wondered what kind of person that would be within his two secretaries were so confident that the chance of survival was so low.
gently knocked on the door and opened it a little to hear the "go" inside.
looked through the crack, to meet a portion of an office, most failed to see the owner thereof until he opened the door.
- With your permission ... - announced, entering.
The office was considerably larger than the reception, but kept the color scheme of white and blue. There were several shelves of books, some archivists, a window where you could see the same sky bizarre, and compared to the same old style desk practically empty except for a lamp, a pencil, a couple of books and a couple of feet.
- Morning ... - Said the visitor. The only response he received from the man, who was slumped in his chair, bare feet on the table and a record over his head, were mild snoring.
- Excuse me? - Ventured after several minutes without response.
- so slow that I fell asleep. - I answered the voice of the Lord of Time, which was not exactly deep or special, while still covering his face, the record was shaking with movement. - What?
- His secretary told me to come. - Explained. - To tell you of my situation.
- I hope it's a good story, because there is no justification for more than one man in this building. Sit down and talk. - The Lord shook his hand, and the visitor could not help noticing that it was quite small. Before sitting down trying to see more above the desk, but could not.
- Actually I do not know how ... I lay down to sleep in my house and woke up in the door of this building ...
- Oh? - The Time Lord above sat bolt upright, and the case fell on the table, revealing a young man of only fourteen or fifteen years, interspersed with black hair and rather careless. - You mean you got here by accident?
- Yes, sir ...
- Go ... - Young Lord laughed, and watched him with narrowed eyes. - Sounds like fun.
- With respect, your concept of fun escapes my understanding.
- It's because you do not live here. - Another laughter is a little more worrisome. - But that's okay, we can help it.
- What are you talking ...?
- You see, according to current regulations, your presence here is violating the regulations of each in 1563.
- They are many regulations ... - Was all he could say the boy. - What I can do about this ...?
- Death would be quick and simple solution, both for you and the Administration. - The Time Lord smiled as if he were offering a trip to Hawaii with all payments.
- Do not want to die.
- Ah ... - The Lord seemed genuinely disappointed with the response. - Then it is more complicated. The only way to ensure you're not breaking all those rules would be that you were a government employee.
- I understand that ... - Another extended break between them. - Are not there some way to let me go home and live in peace?
- Hmm ... - The Supreme Commander nodded, and remained thought for a moment. - Just one ... Are you a panda, dragon, kiwi, chelyorchis, a woman who knows how to drive a car, not hysterical mother, a man who does not think about sex or some other endangered species?
- Ah ... No.
- So is death or work.
The Visitor hesitated for a moment.
The Time Lord took out his watch (a watch expensive-looking silver) and looked time.
- Would you believe they are already five in the afternoon? - He said with an exaggerated sigh.
- But we were not talking about twenty minutes ...
- Oh, yeah. Sometimes those things happen in this office, do not worry, it's normal. Let's call my assistants to start your paperwork.
- do not know if I want to ask if that much.
- No, not want.
- With your permission ... - Hummed the girl, entering the office followed by the dragon. The Guest did not remember that he has been called, but chose not to ask.
- still alive. - Said the Secretary, in an impassive tone.
- Yes, yes, still alive. Why kill him? It is an essential test for a possible case of a protocol violation and a red alert.
- Red Alert? - The dragon could not help but smile back. - I thought you never see one of those.
- Indeed. And for our greatest fortune, the young visitor here agreed to help with the investigation.
- Did I?
- Not yet, but you will in a matter of hours.
- But Lord! - The words of the Secretary changed to one of horror, and the room temperature began to rise slightly. - But what will his position? The post man is busy.
- Oh that's simple. We seek a position that is unique to him. I will create the job and that everything will be under control.
- Ah ... I understand. Then we start to process your registration as you do that, right?
- That's right. You will be responsible to guide the procedure. The sorceress nodded to help with the investigation of a possible rupture in space-time.
- I want to participate in the study. - The dragon took a step forward. - I want nothing to do with the paperwork, but do not want to miss the first piece of action since the arrival of Nikola.
- Nikola. If he knew such fun. - The Time Lord laughed. - All right, you will work with them in the investigation once the paperwork is complete. Insurance may benefit from your experience ... And it might have to hit someone.
- Fantastic. - The dragon gave him a slight nod and turned to the Lord. - See you for dinner. - He said before leaving.
Time Lord Young smiled the smile of that expected all that, he seemed quite fond of the dragon and the visitor wondered if anything would be known for a long time.
- Chico ... Visitors will still be to finish the paperwork. Once complete, you will have a new position, and she will be your name. Do you understand that once this is complete you can no longer return to your normal life, right?
- I understand ...
- but want to return, right?
- Yes. - The young man nodded. - I worry about my family and friends, but do not want to die yet.
- Well, well ... - The black-haired young man smiled mischievously and again turn our gaze to
clock. - Then do a deal. - A deal? - Yes. A bet if you want. It bores me to have a permanently depressed person working nearby. - I hear it. - You have two years. - The Time Lord closed his watch and put it in the same pocket he had gotten.
- Two years?
- If in two years you can solve this case, you will perform a wish.
- Anything? - The Visitor blinked, puzzled.
- Anything that I can fulfill. My domain is time, so within that you can let your imagination run.
- What if I fail?
- Then you stay here and fulfill my desire. Of course within your odds.
- Do not see what you make of it.
- You'd be surprised ... But fortunately, the regulation 188.35 let me say no more about it.
- I understand. - The young man smiled. - So the bet.
- Agreed. - The Supreme Commander stood up and extended his hand to the visitor. For the first time he was able to completely observe, to find out wearing a dress mix of practical and noble warrior or an escapee from a fantasy movie-budget. Or in simpler words, dress just did not fit in any era.
They shook hands to seal the bet, and the girl smiled playfully.
- I can start the proceedings, Lord?
- Go ahead, it's all yours. Have fun, and get comfortable. - The Lord sat back, took his record, and went back to sleep without much interest in what happened in the room.
The Visitor girl was dragged in the same way that had brought him halfway. The young man was carried away without complaint. If he could complete this research, could return home. You could even ask the Time Lord to take him back to the night he had gone to sleep to keep your appointment. And that was the smallest hope. Could ask to go to the future or the past, could no longer ask older, or be with the person I wanted forever ... I could ask any kind of crazy and no one could say no. The idea was simple enough to stunt her head with a thousand thoughts and possibilities. - To begin, fill in Form 757.2, a membership application. Once completed and processed we can go the thirteenth floor to request Form 1472.14 to request the ability to do business with the government. In this way we can ask for Form 19216.8, to ask you assign a vacancy ... The rest is in the hands of my Lord.
- I got lost in the 757.2. - Admitted the visitor. - That's bad, right?
- This is normal the first few days is difficult to understand how it all works. - She smiled, reassuring. - Do not worry, you'll get used over time.
- I hope ... If I win the bet, then I'd better.
- Sure ... But wait, I need a role. - She stopped at his desk and took one of the papers in there. - Go to the thirtieth floor, which is where the Chief Constable of Time. In the we can ask directly how this role only with magic ...
- Magic ...?
- The Devil loves bureaucracy and paperwork. Never go to ask anything without bringing at least one memorandum. - I said, as he walked toward the elevator.
- So is a plain paper?
- If there's one thing you learn is that the best way to deal with the leaders is to work as they want. Although their methods are absurd.
- does not sound very different from how things are in the place where I live.
- and probably ... But you'll see that the methods here are a little more special than that place.
- not what I question ...
- Good evening girl and visitors. - The monkey's was once the elevator arrived, after a good ten minutes of waiting. - Good to see you live, boy.
- Ah ... Thanks.
- Go to the thirtieth floor.
- Oohh ... - The monkey smiled and pressed the button. - I see, the floor 30 then.
- During the early days if you do not know which floor is what you want you can ask for help from our elevator. - He told the Secretary with a smile. - The best at what he does.
- I understand. - The young man looked at the monkey with a small smile. - From already thank you very much for your help.
- learn fast. This place is not as terrible as it seems at first sight. - The monkey laughed after saying that removing enough credibility to his story.
- I guess not ... In fact it feels surprisingly like a normal office building.
- Normal is a very funny word. - The girl laughed. - I never listen exhausted.
- Flat thirty-nine. - Announced the monkey with its obligatory bell. - Good afternoon, Miss Fairy, I hope you're having a good day.
- is relative. - The elf frowned as he went flying into the elevator. There was to be more than eight inches, and obviously a fine diamond dust was falling behind her. - I was more than twenty-five minutes waiting for that stupid unicorn deigned to bring the necessary documentation to begin processing a residence.
- Oh, So we will have a new resident? - The monkey smiled, a smile quite similar, ie upper lip up revealing his teeth. - Do you know who he is?
- I have no idea. - The fairy shook his wings with some distaste, accommodating the skirt of her dress. - But if I meet him today, I'll kill him.
- I understand your misery. - The Secretary smiled and shrugged Visitor far back into the elevator. - I too am a victim of the vagaries of the mail.
- Ah, yes. - The fairy came went to the bottom of the elevator, and began to accommodate the hair using the elevator mirror. - Do not believe these creatures. Actually, one only wants to do its job properly!
- Flat thirty. - Announced the monkey, and the boy muttered a "permission" to get out of there as quickly as possible. - Have a good day girl and future resident.
Oh my god. The young man stood motionless, staring at the monkey with a look of disbelief, while the fairy turned to see them, almost in slow motion typical of the films.
His head announced he was going to die,
that little fairy was going to slaughter, which could no longer work here, that his life would be hell if an enemy had won after so little time ... But fortunately the elevator doors closed before he came to see him. Secretary took her hand to drag it back.
- Were very close, huh? - He said with a chuckle. - If I were you I would never on the wrong side of a fairy. They are really terrible creatures when they are angry with someone.
- I can imagine ... - The Visitor sighed. - But I think it came to me.
- then you have a second chance. - She smiled, this time in a way complicit. - Do not waste it.
- I will do whatever possible. - He smiled slightly. This was going to be hell.
- Welcome to the thirtieth floor. - The young man paused to show a runner. - Here are the offices of the highest levels of the Time Police. It is the only part of the police where there are offices that are used for administrative tasks. The other offices are used for interrogation or meetings. The rest are cubicles.
- How many people work here?
- There are exactly eight thousand four hundred forty-three beings living here. The three are, of course, the Lord, the dragon and myself. You will be eight thousand four hundred forty-four, a number more fun. A pity we can not dismiss the four thousand to make the number even more fun ...
- Maybe they can hire four more, then the number will be symmetrical. - Offered the visitor.
- I guess it will be easier ... - The secretary said, and paused, as if he were analyzing the situation. - I think, and then propose it to the boss.
- So where are we supposed?
- Ah true. Meet the devil today. - She looked pretty happy to walk as he threw one of several floor brokers thirty.
were standing outside a door quite similar to other doors, if not completely indistinguishable.
- Here we are. This is the office of Chief of Police of Time. Few people have the privilege of coming here, so you should feel thankful to the Lord for allowing you to deal directly with him.
- Ah ... I am, I guess.
- The Devil works hard, and much, but it is a bureaucrat from hell. Never fill any form without reading it completely, and do not forget to ask to do everything in triplicate. That way you keep a copy.
- Agreed.
- Now come on. - The Secretary took a step forward and hit the door. - Lord Chief!
- Who is it?
- The Secretary and the Visitor, sir.
- Ah yes ... Forward, forward.
She stepped aside to allow the young to go first. The Chief of Police of the time was a man in his thirties, blond hair and blue eyes, wearing a neat suit. On his desk were three large trays full of papers. One read "input", the middle one "outstanding" and the third "out."
- Good afternoon. - He gave the boy with a respectful inclination. The Devil smiled, the truth was that he did not honor any of their race. At first sight was an ordinary human.
- We brought a memo from the Lord. - The girl said with a smile from ear to ear.
- Oh yeah? - The Chief stood up immediately for the role. - Where do I have to sign for delivery?
- In the shadow copy, Chief.
- Sure, sure ... - He smiled as he signed the copy with perfect penmanship. - And who do you bring me today?
- The Lord asked to be dealt with residency for this visitor. - Explained the girl. - But as you know to do that we need to first complete Form 757.2, in order to ask for Form 1472.14 on the thirteenth floor.
- Naturally. But since the 757.2 must be completed before entering the building, what would perhaps be more correct not to fill out the forms 405.6 and 543.11?
- is understandable, but you will understand that this is a high priority case, and according to the rules of subsection 958 G numeral 43, may use Form 757.2 for cases of high priority or order of the Lord's own Time.
- That is clear, but anyway is highly recommended that you complete Form 405.6, to avoid damage in case of any accident.
- Form 4095.2 be more correct in this situation, after all arrived here by accident. - The girl shrugged.
- 834.9 Perhaps we should consider as provisional until the start of the investigation.
Then Visitor brain went out and did not listen more. Among the distant murmur of voices discussing the two numbers, letters and regulations, could see the smile on the face of Satan as the room temperature rising and falling capriciously, the system crazy Air conditioning.
- With your permission. - Said when they stopped for breath. - I'll sit over here, keep quiet.
We both looked for a few seconds, puzzled and obeyed without complaint.
----- I love the lord of time while I scrub the plot, and I love everyone and I love the dragon and the monkey and Buero!!
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