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Elluka Chirclatia is known for her patience. But after hundreds of years, said patience is wearing thin, especially with the woman known as Elluka Clockworker. Is she slightly insulted at Levia stealing her identity? Oh, absolutely. But if she was going to do it, could she at least not mess everything up?!
In her absence, she had gained some measure of godly power, and had been saving it up to do this. If the goddess wouldn't stop screwing everything up, she would have to clean her mistakes up for her!
She would pull people from different time periods, and have them listen to the songs made about them by those in the future. This way, they could prevent their mistakes. But who to pull? The people from the Venomania Incident? No, it was far too late for them to change anything. By that logic, the Lady Conchita was also out. She could start with the Daughter of Evil. Yes, that could work.
She'd grab most of them from during the Green Hunting, but before the little spirit was killed. Was this because she had a slight soft spot for the girl? Possibly. She was a sweetheart. She could pull Gear and Eve from the far future, since Gear had once been Kyle Marlon and she felt bad keeping her brother away from his wife. Might as well yank the maid and the princess from that time too.
Irina Clockworker, her dear sister in law, was a tricky case. Logically, she would be best pulled from the time of Margarita Blankenheim, but... No one could stop her from bringing in the girl from before Project MA. Maybe they could reconcile.
The others she'd figure out in the moment, but this looked to be a very promising idea of hers. And it doubled as an awkward family reunion!
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Waiter was not, in hindsight, expecting to be pulled from the theater and dropped onto a hard wood floor. Surprising, she knows. She was also not expecting the weird/sorta familiar blue guy from the tower to also be there. Or Gammon. But she had a bit of foresight, because Gammon gave off emo vibes you could smell a mile away.
"Fucking emo," she smirked at her companion, who had hit the floor next to her with a loud thud. She swore she could see his eye twitching. There was not a lot to do in the theater, but bullying her not-exactly-hired help was always entertaining.
"Oh Lily!" Arte was behind her, and apparently on her feet. Lucky bastard. Still, it was nice that one of her closest friends/half-sister was there. Meanwhile she could hear sobbing coming from her left. What in Marie Anette's name-
Blue guy was clutching an Elphe girl to his chest, and they were both sobbing. Weirdly, the girl reminded her both of her sister and the girl she killed over a petty crush, which was really just the icing on the cake. More complicated feelings. Woo.
Suddenly more people fell to the floor, and none of these people were in theater, as far as she knew. And she knew some of these people pretty well.
"Clarith! Allen!" Her brother and her basically sister had both fallen to the floor, and had barely a minute to stand before she tackled them back down again. She feel the weird looks she was getting, but she didn't care.
"You're real! Thank Held, you're real!" She continued to sob into their shoulders until a gentle hand she recognized as Clarith's gently pushed her back. Looking at them, they both had a look of confusion plastered on their faces.
"I'm extremely sorry miss, but I think you have mistaken me for someone else." Clarith looked back and forth, and it was then Waiter realized that she wasn't in her usual apron and nun's clothes. Which meant she was from Before. Shaking, she pulled herself off the white haired girl, before all but running back to Gammon and Arte.
"Fate's a motherfucking bitch." She cursed, and Arte nodded. Gammon just kind of patted her on the back as she clung to him. She could now see that Clarith and Allen weren't the only ones there. Michaela and Germaine, her mother and father, the Three Heroes, minus one witch, and a confused looking pink haired girl from an Era she recognized as the time of Magic Kingdom Leviantia.
"Riliane?" Her mother asked, obviously confused by her show of emotions.
"You've sure grown. But what are you wearing? And who are those people you're clinging too? It's not very...fitting for a princess to attach herself to strange men." Right. Parents were from forever ago. So was she, for that matter, but she could see why her mother would be suspicious. Not that she really gave two shits, but oh well.
"Everyone, this Gammon and Arte. We're kind of from hundreds of years in the future, so yeah." Somewhere in the background, Elluka facepalmed. Something told her this would be a long, long day.