Like a bottle, baby!

The click of a stopwatch can be heard, as the bottle turns in a one-hundred eighty degrees; stopping instantly. The subject of interest this time; Scott, the Gentleman Barbarian.

"That's cheating!" Says Sammy, flailing her arms like long, goopy noodles in the air.

"So is flopping on the table." He replies, adjusting his glasses.

Scott pulls his papers from his jacket, studying them with a refined gaze. "I am Scott Sewthorn, a Krownivan Human at the fine age of twenty-seven, although I've lived through far more than those years. All of you know the details of why that is by now, so let's move on... six'one height... a hundred-ninty pounds; not anymore, mind you, after I finally got to have regular meals... Ah, Classes."

Cracking his knuckles, his deep, suave tones finally receive some levity. "Tier III Barbarian evolution, Spiritcaller, and my pride and joy; Tier IV Artisan evolution, Clothier. Ah, the memories..."

"Isn't it difficult for a Barbrain to gain an Artisan class? It's on the other side of the Class Chain." Asks Klyde; thank you for stealing the role of the clueless one from me...

The Sandman's eyes gain a hint of whimsy to them; a flicker of true, earnest joy. "Indeed; but, it was my passion from a young age. I even had my own store in Hoctin... oh, I haven't thought of that place in a while. Now, where was I? Ah! Combat. I'm adept at the use of these three fine ladies."

He flicks his sewing needles out from his sleeve, brandishing them with an unnatural ease. "Reinforced steel, hand crafted at my request some four years before my curse. They do wonders on and off the battlefield. Piercing, throwing, and with the use of one of my spirits; binding. Let's move on to those two, shall we?"

A familiar looking tan spider crawls put from Scott's sleeve, as another spirit flutters up from the back of his collar. I finally get a better look at the creature; seeing now that it was no butterfly at all, but rather, a sandy colored moth; marked with a white rose-like pattern on its wings.

"Eee!"

Ashes had dropped from her chair, quickly crawling away from the first of the two spirits.

Chuckling softly, the Tailor continues. "Untor is my birth spirit, as such, he is a reflection of my soul, and needs. His 'Threads of Fate' places unbreakable binds those that have slain me in my current loop. It's silk is also quite good to work with."

He lifts up a hand, his index finger pointing out; the fluttering moth using him as a perch. "This is Kokala. She is the spirit of... well, she has the Power 'Twist of Fate', which allows me to swap places with her once every minute. She can also project the Powers of any Spirit I have control of..."

Scott sighs; the moth vanishing into a pile of sand. "...I prefer not to use her."

"Why not?" Asks Cilla, still scratching down notes on each of us.

He adjusts his collar, staring coldly at my handler. "For reasons I prefer speaking less of... now. Back to what matters."

Scott produces his secondary self; biting its thumb at Cilla. "I am able to temporally duplicate myself, allowing for two possible timelines to occur at once. This can be canceled, preventing any harm taken to my other-self from rebounding to myself. Like so."

The other Scott slams one of it's needles into it's own hand; crumbling into sand. "Had I allowed it to continue, my hand would be wounded as it's was..."

"...now for the hard part." He says, seemingly readying himself, and producing his stopwatch from his jacket.

He holds out the circular object for all to see; it's shape shimmering oddly in the light. "This... is the Tentacular Timepiece. It was more... wriggling, before it bound to my soul."

Gabriella spews her drink from her mouth. "What!?"

Scott continues, ignoring her wasteful display of disbelief. "I stole this Unholy Artifact from the God of Madness, Khalthosh; in the vain, idiotic hope that it would turn back time. It is the source of my curse, and an object of great power; bound to my very soul."

"I've... never heard of it." Says Cilla, peering closer.

What!?

"Few ever have." Says Scott, pulling the cursed thing back into his inner jacket-pocket. "Most who've stumbled upon this relic have gone mad, and spoken the words etched inside. Words I hope never to speak; for they will end my suffering... by erasing me from time. Until I find a way to remove this blasted thing, the most I can do is tap into a faction of it's power; halting time in a radius around me. I cannot do this for long, as it uses my Rhythm to do so; inflicting Vibrosis like any spell. Thankfully, as a Barbarian, I'm resilient to Vibrosis; despite having no way to cast my own spells."

"Alright, if anyone else has some ground breaking revelations; get them out now!" Says Klyde, who seemed to be nursing a headache. "Any more pop up outta nowhere, and I'll send myself back to Ihsrom; express ticket."

"My sister is Maiyo, I bleed gold, and I'm secretly a queen from a far off land!" Says Ashes, sticking her tongue out at the Earthling Elf.

"We are in the presence of a Dark God's most treasured artifact, and you're all making jokes? Brother, help me..." Begs Gabbie, gripping hard on her still-dormant Alm bearing staff.

The jokes aside; why did Scott want to turn back time? I'll ask him at a better time...