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The clock is really whizzing forward today. After the large sacrifice last night, it's got a lot of ground to make up if it's going to reach the 10 by the time the quake is happening.

The note asking for sacrifices is still up, as is the note asking for signups for the ground assault.

And beside the clock, Urza himself still sits. Planeswalkers do not actually require sleep, or food, or any of those mortal trappings, so he hasn't moved, and has no plans to until the final possible moment.

[ooc: multi"pup" post! You can interact with the clock, talk to Urza, or just sign up on the note. All in one convienient, easy-to-use entrance post.]

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Peter nodded, and asked, "Yeah, and guessing there's some uglies waiting to stop you, right? Spirits, demons? Suckers like that, right? Got some experience dealing with the baddies."

"Demons you may well call them," Urza says with a grimace. "Unholy combinations of flesh and machine, grown in the breeding vats and built for only destruction."

He didn't like the sound of that.

"...Well, hope they hate the taste of positrons in the morning." He jerked his thumb to the proton pack still strapped to his back at the moment.

"We use these for capturing ghosts, but they can make creatures into crispy critters too."

"Such creations," he replies in slight wonder. "I am something of an inventor myself, an artificer as we are called on my home plane. But never have I imagined such devices as I have seen here."

"Thanks, though really you should be fanboying Ray and Egon, it's a group effort with us. They made the tools. I just use them along with the team."

"I believe I've met Ray, actually, if it's the same person you're thinking of. Quite an intelligent fellow. Could be a wizard if he were from a different plane."

"If he seemed like a kid on perpetual sugar high on Christmas morning with the ability to make even other nerds' eyes glaze over with technobabble? Yeah, that's him." Peter grinned some.

He frowned, "Maybe, though kind of a good thing he's sticking with gadgets. Safer all around really." He wasn't going to mention about Egon possibly have magic relatives, or the fact he had a pet dragon that he inherited. That was scary enough right there.

Urza frowns as well.

"That may be true. The Clock is evidence as to what can happen when a gift for gadgetry is combined with the skills of magic."

"Yeah, but Ray would know better than even try to make anything like that," Peter defensively said of his friend.

...Ok, barring that one weapon. The poor man was stressed and drunk at the time. And he did get rid of the plans for it a short time later....

"I wonder what the creator of this device originally meant it for," he says lightly. "Or if it, too, was twisted into a weapon against his own wishes or intent."

"Wouldn't surprise me. Happens with a lot of scientists. They make a great idea, but somebody else comes along to screw it up with other applications. But some scientists know better, and don't make the stuff for that reason."

"They are rare, though. Those that can temper intelligence with true wisdom. Your Ray seems to be one of those."

"Yeah, yeah he is," Peter replied with a proud grin for his friend.

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