The noise coming from the basement was cacophonous, the sounds of Oswine hard at work. The
brunette woman lay there spread onto a dolly under a large machine, it easily stood a full two feet taller
than herself. She had been working towards it's completion for some time now, a machine capable of traversing
time. She stopped for a moment to think on it's purpose, a face conveying intense contemplation wasn't
new on her, but the machinations of this device could be considerably more sinister dependent on who held
the reigns. Often was the conclusion of such thought when she had pondered time travel, however this task
plagued her mind whenever she was not continuing the process, and thus she had endeavored to see it to
it's end. The young brunette pulled herself out from underneath the soon to be tested device looking
upon it with admiration at the achievement she was about to accomplish.
Smiling to herself "I wonder where I should go first?" she pondered this for a moment eventually
musing "Possibly see Mantle at it's height? Perhaps even watch it's construction." A thought struck
her at that moment and the most innocent of smiles graced her visage with it's presence, the adorable
android that had won her heart. "Penny Polendina . . ." Her mind began to wander as she thought of all
the places she and her robotic girlfriend could go, they could go to the very first Vytal Festival however
that would cause it's own host of obvious problems. There's also witnessing the founding of Mantle, or even
have a day in Yarnum before it's fall."
An eerie beep made it's presence known through her day dreams drawing the brunette out of them,
causing her to stop the wonderful train of thought "Wait I don't remember turning it on?" a sudden panic
gripped her as she realized what the implications of this could be. The young genius rushed to the
controls frantically turning nobs, and pulling levers in the vain attempt to cease the processes of the
machine however as she read the status feed she was taken aback at what she saw. "It's like several timelines
are converging on this one point and merging into one!" It wasn't long till it clicked in her head
"That's a paradox, a paradox big enough to blow a hole in the space time continuum the size of-" before
she could finish the thought an update pinged on the status feed "Oh . . . well the exact size and shape
of From Dusk Till Dawn." she stated a bit enthusiastically "That's a bit undramatic, I mean the size of
a Dust shop?" Oswine mused as her vision grew more and more blindingly bright.
When the brunette awoke all seemed fine, she had seemingly just collapsed which would normally be
taken as a positive outcome. However considering the devices function she thought it might be best to
check to see everything was in it's place. Before she could rise to her feet a hand was extended to her,
accompanied by an all too familiar voice "Need some help friend?" looking up, praying that it wasn't what
she's feared, but alas her suspicions were correct. There stood a shorter woman with jet black hair, wearing
a black hoodie that was clearly to big for her, with her skirt just barely poking out from underneath,
an infectious smile across her face. One hand placed in her hoodie's pocket the other still extended
waiting for the dazed Oswine to grasp it.
Oswine sat there staring up at the juvenile girl thoughts racing, how? How could this have
happened?! How is she here?! After a few moments passed the new arrival simply cocked her head, and
raised an eyebrow before regaining that same goofy grin and plopping herself down next to the downed
woman "Well I guess I just have to see what's so amazing about this floor of yours then." giggling at the puzzled
look she received. The dark haired woman extended her hand once again "I suppose introductions are in order.
My name is Oswine Ceara and yours?" It was her, her own self before she got it all wrong, before she
went to Vacou to stop Ostigar from destroying their CT, before The Box had first activated and saved her.
It wasn't the last time it had activated either. Oswine . . . well the present day Oswine was the
fourth iteration of Oswine Ceara's. Every time one of her enemies had overcome her and by all rights
she should have died this box, this device had saved her, deconstructed her and converted her into data,
and brought her inside of it to repair the damage, only to then shunt her back out once it's work was done.
The drawback to this was she never came out quite the same, either physically or psychologically. By comparison
The Fourth was several inches taller, her hair was more of a light brown as compared to the onyx black of
her predecessor though the most stark difference would be the newer version's left arm or lack there of. Her arm
had been taken off nearly at the shoulder in a recent battle with one of her adversaries, which was replaced
with a cybernetic one a battle she had only just made it out of thanks to The Box.
Before she could take her past selves hand more out of sheer lack of knowing what to do another
voiced made itself known as a red haired woman moved out from behind the Quadrupedal time machine.
"Brilliant! I mean don't get me wrong, totally wrong, big emergency, universe goes BANG in the next
five minutes, but just brilliant." same goofball smile plastered across her face that The First sported.
A pair of goggles going across her forehead, large clunky harness latched around her chest, in the center
was a glowing blue circle. Her third incarnation, still toting her left arm, hands on hips, and
eyes almost sparkling with child like wonder.
The First bounced up in an instant and turned to face this new arrival "Hello! I'm Oswine Ceara,
who are you?" Massive smile still beaming the third incarnation "Yes you are, you are The Impossible
Girl." A perplexed look broke the visage of hugs and rainbows that was the initial Oswine's standard look
snapping back she responded with "Yes I am, I'm the Impossible Girl." a tinge of annoyance breaking the
surface. Without missing a beat the red haired iteration simply fired back with "Oh good for you Oswine,
good for brilliant old you!" The Fourth incarnation rose her patience was beginning to reach it's limits
so she put forward a query "Is there something wrong with you?" hoping to get her attention onto something
a bit more important, like for instance the potential collapse of time and space.
Oswine's third iteration focus swapped to this more hard faced woman swiftly putting things
together she quickly sized up future self "So mechanical left arm meaning tragedy struck, harder expression
which tells me you've gotten the crueler end of life's stick, and . . . Oh no, you didn't?" The First and Fourth
stared at their other self for a moment as if wondering what she could possibly mean. "You actually went
and did do it, you got rid of our goggles." She began to sink as if completely defeated. Her past and future
selves respectively were left completely dumbfounded at this. However just as quickly as she deflated
the third incarnation shot back up exuberant as ever "Well I guess it's not all bad at least, I kept my
impeccable fashion sense, and further more-"
The third iteration was silenced by a hard slap, and a woman with dark red hair done up in a
long pony tail, wearing a black great coat stood there nearly incandescent in her fury. The Third and
Fourth knew who she was instantly upon seeing her, she was the immediate iteration after the onyx haired
woman, the second version of Oswine. The one who learned a very important lesson that Remnant had been
trying to pound into the initial incarnation's head. You can be the most kind and benevolent person in all
of Remnant and do nothing but spread love and joy but in the end the world just doesn't care. The Second
Oswine barked at the first before she could recover "Shut. Up. Now there is something very wrong with my
time stream and I need to do something about it very, very quickly, and it would help, it really would
if there wasn't some skinny idiot ranting in everyone's face about everything that happens to be in front
of her!" she punctuated this statement by stamping with one of her knee high boots.
Oswine's first iteration immediately scolded her future self for this, which The Second
responded in turn with a heated response. The Fourth attempting to side with her second self and
as it went on the four individuals rapidly devolved into a massive ever shifting argument. Whilst
a fifth figure stared on from a dark corner, refusing to speak so as to not be noticed.