Post by Donzig on May 2, 2021 21:29:51 GMT -5
Sinclair Godfrey mutter under her breath before she finally settles the tablet onto the desk before a huge chalkboard which was covered in crude diagrams, and long chains of numbers. On the screen of the tablet was a rather confused looking Freakke the Carnival King, and standing before the chalkboard was Donzig. His trademark leather jacket marked here and there with streaks of chalk dust. His mask sat on the desk beside the tablet, and he grunted at the screen before he turned back to the board to make a few more notes. These were dutiful recorded by a small cluster of lab jacketed college students, who seemed mystified to be there. Donzig clapped his hands, and smiled slightly before his fingers raked through his beard. 'You. Glad we reached you, I have good news.'
Freakke blinked, and Sinclair folded her arms over her chest as Donzig gestured at the chalkboard.
'As you can see my crack team of interns and I have been carefully studying the flow of space time, of probability, and be correlating that data with what the Dark Stars said in their little transmission? I know I was right, they know we are going to win.' Donzig paused for effect, and grabbed a notepad from the table to make a few more calculations as Sinclair stared at the chalkboard. Freakke just stared, blinking once before Donzig waved a hand. 'It's all right here, man. Can't you see? They admitted as much! They said the future can be changed why would the future be changed unless we are going to win! Why would they need to an alternate timeline unless they knew they were going to lose?'
The Carnival King said nothing, just stared from the screen of the tablet. And Sinclair quirked a brow even as the team of interns gave a brief round of applause. Donzig grunted, flashing them the ghost of a smile before he continued.
'In fact! The very fact they know that we are going to win, changes everything! By attempting to change the future they could in fact, make sure that we will win! It's a paradox, by them revealing the future they have changed the entire flow of probability! This may have created a paradox, we can't lose!' Donzig snapped, clearly annoyed that his partner was not quite as excited as he was.
Freakke shrugged, and then the tablet went black. Donzig frowned, eyes narrowing before he cast a glare at the interns. They flinched backwards, and then he rolled his shoulders before he turned back to the math. A finger tapping his chin, and then Sinclair cleared her throat. Donzig turned, staring at her with a frown. 'Yes? What is it?'
'Um, what if the Dark Novas letting you know that you are destined to win, which means they have to change the future? Makes you do something different, and now that will alter the timeline?' Sinclair asked, a brow lifting as she gestured at the chalkboard. Donzig stared at her, eyes slowly widening before he turned his gaze towards the suddenly panicked looking interns. They started to whisper to each other, gesturing wildly before one of them pulled out their own tablet. Donzig gritted his teeth, shaking his head before a hand reached up to drag through his beard.
'Time travel is a headache!'
Freakke blinked, and Sinclair folded her arms over her chest as Donzig gestured at the chalkboard.
'As you can see my crack team of interns and I have been carefully studying the flow of space time, of probability, and be correlating that data with what the Dark Stars said in their little transmission? I know I was right, they know we are going to win.' Donzig paused for effect, and grabbed a notepad from the table to make a few more calculations as Sinclair stared at the chalkboard. Freakke just stared, blinking once before Donzig waved a hand. 'It's all right here, man. Can't you see? They admitted as much! They said the future can be changed why would the future be changed unless we are going to win! Why would they need to an alternate timeline unless they knew they were going to lose?'
The Carnival King said nothing, just stared from the screen of the tablet. And Sinclair quirked a brow even as the team of interns gave a brief round of applause. Donzig grunted, flashing them the ghost of a smile before he continued.
'In fact! The very fact they know that we are going to win, changes everything! By attempting to change the future they could in fact, make sure that we will win! It's a paradox, by them revealing the future they have changed the entire flow of probability! This may have created a paradox, we can't lose!' Donzig snapped, clearly annoyed that his partner was not quite as excited as he was.
Freakke shrugged, and then the tablet went black. Donzig frowned, eyes narrowing before he cast a glare at the interns. They flinched backwards, and then he rolled his shoulders before he turned back to the math. A finger tapping his chin, and then Sinclair cleared her throat. Donzig turned, staring at her with a frown. 'Yes? What is it?'
'Um, what if the Dark Novas letting you know that you are destined to win, which means they have to change the future? Makes you do something different, and now that will alter the timeline?' Sinclair asked, a brow lifting as she gestured at the chalkboard. Donzig stared at her, eyes slowly widening before he turned his gaze towards the suddenly panicked looking interns. They started to whisper to each other, gesturing wildly before one of them pulled out their own tablet. Donzig gritted his teeth, shaking his head before a hand reached up to drag through his beard.
'Time travel is a headache!'