Chapter
CXLIX: You Have Psychic Mail ~Multehx
Kenzo walked over to C.R. and glanced over his shoulder.
“Hmm, what’re ya so busy with?” he asked.
Noticing the book, his eyes scanned the rows of words written in the strange text. He frowned and scratched his helmet.
“Eh, what’s that?”
“Nerato Cae percl- eh, I meant to say, ‘Nothing big, just some stuff for the future,’” C.R. said as he looked up.
Kenzo slowly nodded and turned,
walking back to the couches. He knew it best not to inquire further into that
which the Rip Watcher was vague about, lest the ‘time-space continuum folded in
upon itself due to the imbalance of enlightenment of a being beyond its normal
means to events yet to be enacted’, or whatever that meant.
He walked past
Kaye who was wrapping up explaining things to
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Malachai stood at the head of the table. He looked around at the empty places where the council usually sat, but were vacant as they were off attending to construction of their own lairs. His gaze fell to a figure leaning in the usual spot on the wall to his right. Its arms were crossed and it tapped a boot. It looked at him with one of its deep, black eyes set into its skull shaped head.
“What?” it asked in a deep voice.
Malachai shrugged, pacing slightly.
“Nothing, nothing,” he said dismissively, shaking his head, “I was just wondering…”
“What?”
“Well, I just couldn’t help but wonder if our powers were enough to handle them? After all, Mister Verdemere is back in their midst, it would seem. He throws an unexpected wrench into the metaphorical works.”
NecronimusII bowed his head, green light intensifying behind the blackness of his eyes.
“Oh, I’m sure
we’ll have our own little surprises. Don’t you worry about that.”
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Nictem cursed, hurling a book at the cave wall. It hit and rebounded, landing splayed open on the floor. He clenched his fist.
“This is no time
for–“ he stopped, cleared his throat, and spoke again.
“This is no time for such fallacies to come into play!” he declared, pleased
that his voice sounded as it always did once more. “Those fools don’t realize
it, but they’ve miscounted; there is one Creation’s Weapon unaccounted for! And
it’s the easiest to miss.” He stroked his chin, then
closed his eyes. “Kyanosa….Kyanosa…foolish
boy, you think by separating from the rest of them you can escape us? Bah, we
will hunt you down and kill you if you do not give us what we want! Now, as
soon as you hear this, monitor the movements of the Spectrum ATT or return to them. At the appointed time and place, we
will meet; either you and myself, or you and one of my fellow Council members.
You will come to the location alone, bring the Spoon with you. I won’t say
where and when, but just know, you’ll know when the time comes. I’ll be waiting
for you.”
He opened his eyes. Surely the message had reached whatever equivalent of an answering machine that foolish boy and his big feline robot had. It would only be time now. He sat down in a chair, closing his eyes, planning the next move to come.
“Just sit, and
wait,” he said to himself in the darkness.
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Meanwhile, a call had come in over the Spectrum’s radio.
Flicking a knob, Omega frowned as only a series of beeps greeted his equivalent to ears. He flicked the intercom button and said, “Some weird transmission, guys. Just see if any of you can get it.”
Everyone looked up as the beeps echoed throughout the car. Moments passed, and they continued. C.R. blinked. Scilas wracked his brain to solve the mystery. D’Nel glanced stupidly at Ray Noh. Pseudo, who stood near the far window, listened as well. Slowly, a crafty smile spread over his face. He laughed to himself, folding his arms behind him.
“Good work, gentlemen, good work indeed,” he said quietly to himself.
No one noticed.