Charles's existence had been pretty linear as of late. That seemed to be the biggest problem he could find if he ever had to choose something that bothered him about time itself. Sitting at his desk reading a personal request from a claimant of Toki's genetics wasn't the first time that he wondered why in the world he wasn't picked to lead a life that bounced him into different dimensions in time and space. It would make things a hell of a lot easier if he could find an unused TARDIS laying around somewhere. Imagination-land wasn't a big enough place to contain him if that happened. So, that brought him right back to the present-day present-day problem all over again.
How was it put? I am born, I am grown up....
All of the forethought of the inability to come from Gallifrey aside, Charles Foster Ofdsensen couldn't deny substantial evidence, as scary as it was. When a bag of muscles came stomping through his door as if he owned the place, Charles had to admit he had almost gotten up and given Teja the sparring match that he wanted.
( ... )
Taking a seat when ordered, Teja folded his hands before him. He may have had similarities in features to his biological father, but his mannerisms were picked up from soldiers, and most notably, Charles himself. He sat straight, with decent posture, and looked straight into the other man's eyes. "No thank you," he replied, his tone passive. "I'm sorry if I seem forward, sir, but this isn't the first time this has happened. It's not even the fifth. If you need me to explain anything, I can, to the best of my ability."
"Why am I not surprised?" Charles asked, softly, leaving the question in the rhetoric space. His eyes roamed Teja's face while he thought of which inquiry he had first. Matters could be settled with a blood test quickly, and the manager suddenly needed to do something with his hands. He was perplexed, something that didn't happen very often and he didn't particularly enjoy.
"Teja, is it? Ah...can you explain to me how exactly it is that this is a multiple meeting? When was it possible that you've worked under the Dethklok organization before?" Could one or all of the boys have slipped him in without notice? It wasn't impossible, especially after being absent for nine months. Truth be told it had taken him this long to get the pay rolls straightened out. While he waited for the answer he produced a small but thick computer from a drawer on his right hand side.
"This reality is something of a hub," Teja explained, eerily still as he spoke. He wasn't the nervous, fidgeting type, nor, as it seemed, was he the blinking type. "Dethklok, in its component parts, in many iterations and variations, has come and gone through this reality. Uh, one of the Nathans, over the years, kind of said something fairly profound. He called it the vortex where all the socks without matches on the other side wind up. Lost car keys, stuff like that. I've taken to calling this reality the Twilight Zone, if only because weird shit happens all the time around here, and it's pretty commonplace. I don't know what part of it is Dethklok's presence, and what part of it is just this world, but I entirely doubt that people in any other reality simply vanish, or appear in the place of people who have always been here
( ... )
"Finger," Charles requested, holding out his hand and a little silver tube that contained a sterile pin inside not at all unlike the needles used to test one's blood sugar. He implemented this rule as he interviewed new recruits individually to start records in his system and to avoid all the unecessary complications and fees that went along with lab tests. The computer to the side of him that booted with an older looking DOS was his own making, programmed and maintained by himself and only one other genetics research expert in the field. This run would give him somethind to do while his mind chewed on the information he was just handed
( ... )
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How was it put? I am born, I am grown up....
All of the forethought of the inability to come from Gallifrey aside, Charles Foster Ofdsensen couldn't deny substantial evidence, as scary as it was. When a bag of muscles came stomping through his door as if he owned the place, Charles had to admit he had almost gotten up and given Teja the sparring match that he wanted. ( ... )
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