Flipping Through Time [Selenus]

Selenus sighed a mental sigh of relief when Paige seemed to agree and prepare her book. It was... incredibly jarring, going throuh a procedure that was in all technicality supposed to bind someone to him until he died, but his motives were pure and thusly he was prepared to undergo the procedure. Seeing as placing his paw on the page could potentially damage it due to its many sharp edges, Selenus decided to instead write his name on it.

He was confident in his decision.

    Selenus's name would appear to seep into the pages and fade away, leaving the parchment blank.

    A moment later, there was an explosion of color, and the pages were suddenly filled with moving images. On one side, Paige, sitting at her desk and smiling slightly. The other, Selenus signing the book. In the corner of each image sat a small depiction of a a tarot card, the Priestess and the Moon respectively, shining softly.

    "It is done."

    Paige stood from her desk, reaching over and closing her compendium gently. For a moment, her eyes slid closed, savoring the feeling of purpose. It was as if she was...tethered. Which was appropriate, she felt; for centuries she'd stayed in this room, minding her business, waiting, aimless. Now she had a task. A duty.

    Looking back at Selenus, she gave him a soft smile. "Do you have any other questions, Selenus?"

"None." Selenus would reply, completely satisfied. "Thank you, Paige. For being my attendant." With the contract signed, Selenus was one step closer to keeping his self-imposed promise of helping Paige regain her old self. Maybe, if he was lucky enough, he'd convince her to throw away the need for someone to validify her existance, if she was willing to throw it away that is; That was the thing about liberating somebody: You can't bring freedom to those who don't want it.



"I think I have everything I needed to know. I was hoping you'd give me the answer to my dilemma, but... I think I need to find the answer to that on my own now." The robot wolf would begin to walk out. "I'll have something for you to do the next time I'm here."

And with that, their contract had begun.