Passing Time

cosmyc

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  • NICKNAMES Time
  • GENDER Agender
  • PRONOUNS They/Them
  • SPECIES Iterator
  • ALIGNMENT True Neutral
  • STATUS Alive (Barely)
  • RESIDENCE Passing Time's Superstructure
  • GROUP Molasses in the Sun (Inactive)

    Crow's Song, Nine Calls (Inactive)

    Neverending Mazes (???)
  • THEME Is Anyone There?
  • VOICE REF. Susan Woodings
  • UNIVERSE Rain World (Videocult)

Passing Time's puppet is light brown with orange/almost gold-like stripes around their eyes. They are usually seen wearing a copper colored poncho with little markings over their golden and yellow robes. Said robes have arrows around the edges of it that lead up to a yellow circle. Their antennae resemble antlers and have a dull brown color. Their eyes are a pale yellow with horizontal orange pupils.

However, Time's appearance has changed slightly due to the conditons they are in. Now Passing Time is missing parts of their left arm and leg (parts were removed when it was destroyed by rooting). Their eyes are now hollow and no longer colorful, all what remains is the glowing orange pupil. Their robes are gone and all what remains is their tattered poncho. Tears are seen all around their puppet, with the ones on their right leg being deep enough to where you can see their exoskeleton. Roots have grown into their puppet, making them stuck to the ground with no way to get back up due to their weak power supply.

Considering the conditions and low power, Passing Time has become solemn and forgetful. They never recieve visitors anymore due to their structure being closed off and hidden by vines & grass. Long before this, Time was considered to be a resourceful yet quiet Iterator, working on solving the Great Problem just like everyone else. Because of their location, they were fine with only talking to their local group and with Remnants Left By No One's group. In short, they were introverted yet friendly. Willing to talk and listen to anyone. But now, they seem like nothing more than a shell of their formal self.

Passing Time's group was located in a not so great spot. Due to the increasing rain, the vegetation of the enviroment around them started to grow out of control, and things such as worm grass and pole plants thrived. Soon, the overgrowth took root in the structures of Iterators close to Passing Time (this being their local group). Passing Time was the only one left standing and it wouldn't be long before they subcumbed to the same fate. While their colleague Remnants (who wasn't close by but still talked to Time frequently) was trying to help them find a way to stay safe, they were too late. Passing Time lost major power and their communications. They were stranded and alone with Remnants to mourn for their death.

But Time was not dead, yet. They managed to survive the tolls, at the cost of their puppet's structure. They also went under the radar and were practically forgotten about. They never even got to hear about Sliver of Straw's death. However, Time was able to use some of their remaining energy to create something. Two slugcat hybrids, mixed with centipede DNA so they can better navigate the overgrowth. Originally, they were meant to deliver a message to other Iterators about Time's conditions in hopes to recieve help. However, Time grew attached to the slugcats, which lead to them allowing the two hybrids to live in the structure for company. These slugcats were known as One Lyre & Two Strings.

However, things changed when small families of slugcats migrated into the area and found the structure. Passing Time allowed them residence so that One and Two had company. But eventually, One grew stubborn and began to take advantage of Passing Time's kindness. Out of anger, Time used some more of their remaining power to permenantly seal the structure and banish the residents to the outside. Time slowly grew to regret their decision now that they lost their only company. And it didn't help that One and Two died shortly after, killing one another after a fight. Passing Time was alone once again.

There is only one hope now. For them to be found by someone, anyone, before they finally die. Or at least, have company one more time before they reach their end...

Code by Aurorean