Chapter CXLI:
We’re Sorry, Your Psychic Connection Has Been… ~Multehx
And, once more, aboard the Spectrum which
was once again traveling through space...
Mazzic shrugged at
And he was pretty much right. He had been contemplating the conundrum of the
space-time overlap of dimensional travel, but he couldn't remember what the
derivative interger of pi to the 60th was,
so he had given up and returned to what the Auran
said last.
Ria was about to explain
when a gruff and English voice interrupted her. "I'm sure this will all be
quite fascinating, but we have bigger matters at hand to deal with," Sir
Pseudo Havering coughed as, holding his back with one hand, he limped up to the
group.
He still was badly burnt all over, but he seemed to be bouncing back rather
fast - Twilighters and their healing abilities you
know.
Pseudo glanced over at Adrian, who took a step back and made a slight sound of
alarm. Pseudo didn't alter his glaring expression.
"Oh, the winged runt, back with us I see?"
Without skipping a beat, he turned and hobbled towards C.R.
"Rip Watcher," he stated.
C.R. looked over at him and raised his brows inquiringly.
"We must get the next Creation's Weapon and we must get it NOW. I will
conjure a beast of such ferocity, of such intimidating nature, that the council
shall simultaneously soil their trousers and fall to insanity with fear at it's presence."
C.R. rubbed his chin. "Eh, you sure? I mean,
you're hardly at full power yet..."
But Pseudo had already closed his eyes and was waving his hands in a series of
demonic sygils, chanting in a gutteral
voice as he did.
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Once more, around the oval, oaken table, the Council was assembled, an empty
chair where Cydak sat. The group looked rather glum,
save Malachai, Orson, NecronimusII,
and Nictem. They all frowned in determination. The
only sounds were Orson's low but steady breaths, almost laboring
as the wounds he had suffered slowly healed themselves, Rebdok's
shoulder popping as he relocated it (the Spectrum seemed to have packed a nice
punch), and Fanah drumming her long nails against the
table.
This was all interrupted as Malachai cleared his
throat. Everyone came to attention and looked towards him. Seeing he had the
floor, he began to speak. "Ladies, Gentlemen-"
There was a throat clearing from the wall.
"And robot," the demon added. "We have suffered the loss of one
of our own."
He waved a hand towards Cydak's empty seat. everal of the Council bowed their
heads. Nictem murmured something about a stereo under
his breath. Malachai ignored this.
"I need not say anything more about it, as we all know precisely what
happened," he continued, "but we MUST continue on the road we have
newly set upon; to become the most POWERFUL beings in the Multiverse!"
Vole and Nero sneered, Fanah chuckled to herself, and
Jadea grinned, deep in thought about it. Drakon was polishing a knife, and Mel was filing her nails.
Orson coughed and spoke up. "I do believe, as the master said, we must set
our plans into action immediately."
He coughed again, putting a hand to his mouth. Nero raised an eyebrow.
"You sure you want to be doin' anything, old
boy?" Vole nodded. "You did
take a rather heavy thrashing these past two times, and I've read that those of
older age tend to recover less fluently from these things then the younger
generations."
Orson coughed and nodded. "Yes, I shall be fine, master Vole. You underestimate
my stamina. I've lived through the Great One's War and been in the front line,
remember."
Fanah sighed and rolled her eyes skyward.
"Yes, yes, we know the story; you were one
of the head codemakers of the Great One's
forces, and was even called to actual combat
once or twice where you saved numerous a
rookie."
Orson glowered. "It'll do you well to learn
some respect, mistress Fanah."
He sat back in the chair and Malachai had the floor
again.
"I thank Orson here for his words, and I hope it added to my own
statements. I hope you all realize that the urgency of the situation is
greater; the 'Spectrum Wanderers' have the ressurected
master on their side, the infamous demon who fights for right, Multehx, has reappeared and we know is around them, and our
numbers are fewer. We MUST set about the next Weapon post haste!" he
pounded the table with a fist at this, startling the others somewhat.
Nictem spoke up, placing a folder filled with papers
on the table. "We, infact, have the location of
the next weapon set. It seems to be comprised of numerous bio-forms that, when
forced to combine, do form a weapon known as the 'Nightmare Obsidian'. The
lizard god and the evil lizard seem to be the ones after it the most. I shall
not speak it's location as, as we all know, where the Rip Watcher is
eavesdropping, nothing said will remain a secret from him."
He grinned, snickering to himself.
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C.R. cursed, opening his eyes.
"Dammit!," he muttered.
Kenzo raised an eyebrow and Jaded looked to Scilas, saying, "He must have been doing that
listening in thing again and something didn't go right."
Scilas nodded at the mercenary, not saying anything,
but turning to watch Havering who was still at it. Ratch looked at Ria, wondering how she felt now
that she knew Havering was on board. Heck, that he was onboard too! Ian walked from the coffee table to some
smaller tables scattered around the room, fixing and replacing drinks, books,
and other odds and ends on them. But everyone looked over as Havering's chants
rose to a near yelled pitch and the room fell dark, save a purple glow that
surrounded him. It didn't take a magik Einstein to
figure out that something would come of this and soon.