The Log of Phineas Bradley

 

"I'd like to live just long enough to be there when they cut off your head and stick it on a pike, as a warning to the next ten generations that some favors come with too high a price. I want to look up into your lifeless eyes and wave, like this. Can you and your associates arrange that for me, Mr. Morden?"

You need to get out of bed and go to work. Your omnipotent girlfriend wants to stay in bed and cuddle. This is the greatest challenge you've ever faced. Was torn between making this a caption or just posting it here, so....I guess it's here now

Holly Winters interviews a pair of omni-scale beings from another reality, and learns a few things about herself in the process.

"The records confirm you lived on Earth, in London, in the year 1888. The records also indicate that you vanished, suddenly, without a trace, on November 11, 1888. It's a very interesting date, Mr. Sebastian. The morning after the last of a string of murders on the East End." "The city was drowning in decay. Chaos, immorality. A message needed to be sent, etched in blood, for all the world to see. A warning. In the pursuit of my holy cause, I... did things. Terrible things. Unspeakable things. The world condemned me. But it didn't matter, because I believed I was right and the world was wrong. I believed I was the divine messenger. I believed I was--" "Chosen?" "I was... found by the Vorlons. They showed me the terrible depths of my mistake. My crimes, my presumption. I have done four hundred years of penance in their service. A job for which they said I was ideally suited. Now, perhaps, they will finally let me die." "I think that might be wise." "Good luck to you in your holy cause, Captain Sheridan. May your choices have better results than mine. Remembered not as a messenger, remembered not as a reformer, not as a prophet, not as a hero, not even as Sebastian. Remembered only as Jack."

What does the world's only male ultipotent do for fun?

 

(This was a collaboration with the always excellent CrypticCollaborator, who you should check out if you somehow aren't familiar.)

 

(Note: For a look at Holly, please see this wonderful render Omniscribbler did)

Holly Winters was the best reporter of her generation.

 

Below is a story I originally wrote as a “choose your own adventure” entry at Writing.com. I’ve stitched the main path of that story here for your enjoyment. If it seems a little choppy in places, meandering, or if the characters ask themselves questions that they immediately answer, now you know why!

Enjoy!
 

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