Chapter XXXVIII: Squirrels Must Die ~Multehx

Things were faring well. As well as well was an analogy to a dead bird. C.R. had walked rather hastily away from the scene of the mud pelting (For, as everyone knows, it’s imperitive to run really really far when you hit) as he figured the pelting may have knocked a wire lose in the robot J.C. and it might only take time before he came after in an angry rage. Same thing happened all the time with he and the agent…save the agent didn’t have mental circuitry, he was just pretty daft at times.

He looked around, trying to make out where he was. But, for all his knowledge and wisdom, he hadn’t a clue. So, he shrugged, and walked in the direction he hadn’t come (Always good to find new things). However, he did happen upon one of the groups of the stranded few within moments. He had just stepped out into a clearing, and, there they were. He blinked at Jamal. Oedipus stared at him. Nubi huddled a bit closer to the cat. Kaye tried to psychically read this new stranger. All was rather eventless, until, in her psychic probe, she ran into the mental equivalent of a big, electrified stop sign. She grasped her head as a sharp pain came to her and the connection was broken. C.R. hastily walked over. “Ah, terribly sorry about that, Miss Kaye. I’m not quite ‘reading friendly’ I’m afraid.” Kaye composed herself and began to inquire, “Hey, just how did you know-,” but she was interrupted as C.R. moved over to Jamal and kneeled down. “Hmm, interesting specimen you are, little guy.” Jamal tilted his head. He looked to the bomb in his hand. He looked to the match in C.R.’s right breast coat pocket. He grinned.

Seconds later, after a pretty large explosion rocked the area and sent a certain orange skinned being flying, he crash landed in another clearing, some feet away. As he stood and brushed himself off, the second group, which happened to be right nearby, turned and looked at him. Mazzic and Kaia looked perplexed. Only Kyanosa nodded knowingly (For Kyanosa, that’s one in a million…). “Hello, you would be-“ C.R. nodded and interrupted him, brushing his coat off. “Yes, Mr. Canopus, I am. But surprising you can recall me, what with that little memory job and all…” He mentally noted that one would have to have a set and tangent logic pattern for a memory wipe to occur…probably the case here too. Mazzic frowned at him. “What memory job are you talking of?” C.R. looked worried. “Um, nothing, nothing at all! Infact, you just dreamed that!,” he said as he hurriedly smacked the clone with his cane, hard. Mazzic collapsed to the ground and the others assumed a defensive stance. Instead of apologize or try and fight them all, C.R. instead walked over to a nearby tree and studied a knothole in it for a moment. The gang looked questioningly at each other then at him.

The Rip Watcher rubbed his chin then nodded to himself. He turned, facing the others and the K.O.’d Mazzic. “Folks, the answer to any of your current hunger problems!,” he said, waving his cane towards the knothole. Everyone just looked strangely at him. He thought then slapped his head, muttering to himself about their “not even being able to see this.” He wound up and hit the tree hard with his cane. In the following moments, absolutely nothing whatsoever of any importance happened. He frowned, and hit the tree again, harder. Still, nothing resulted. He grew frustrated and began whacking the tree in a frenzy for a time. After near ten minutes of this arbor abuse, a stream of berries poured from the knothole and landed at the base of the tree. He grinned triumphantly, until the squirrel who’s horde that had been, leapt angrily from the knothole and latched onto his face. He yelled and swung wildly, trying to get it off. But, instead, it’s attention turned to his cane. It’s eyes seemed to gleam before it leapt off, pulled the ornate walking stick from his grasp, and ran off dragging it. He ran off after it, screaming curses upon those who even advocated squirrels as nice and kind creatures. Within moments, he was gone. Kaia looked after him. Kyanosa sat down on Mazzic to ponder where the flying man had came from. Mecha Vector just looked at them all and shrugged. He would remark about the unusualness of this all, but, he only had to note, just look who he was traveling with. Yes, these would be interesting days indeed.