Chapter CXCIII: Undermining with Idiots ~Multehx

Ian stretched his arms as he sat down on one of the rocks. He glanced at C.R., who had been meditating for near two hours now. He had to admit, it was unnerving, just seeing someone sit there, motionless. It reminded him of Havering.

Abruptly, C.R. chuckled, coming out of his trance and opening his eyes. "I've been tuning into events the group has been up to. They fair well, but their memories of you fade fast; they question wether you really were, as your real self I mean."

Ian shrugged, shaking his head. "None a’ my concern."

The Twilighter grinned. "I figured you'd say that, but you'd be amused to know this fact." He paused for affect before continuing. "They are beginning to highly doubt your fighting abilities too."

Ian almost laughed at this, using a hand to keep himself sitting upright. He wiped a partial tear from his eye.

"Well, that's rich. But I don't care what they think; not a lick." He looked more gravely serious, a frown crossing his face. "Only he must know what threatens him. What the others think or believe is unimportant to me."

C.R. folded his arms. "You mean Havering, don't you?"

Ian silently nodded. "It's a mistake to let him stay in existence, but he's the trump we can't afford to erase, right?"

The Rip Watcher beamed. "You've been doing your strategizing, haven't you? In any case, you hit it on the head- He's too major a threat potential if he does revive, no doubt he's been scheming a way to, hence coming with us, but if he remains with us, we're free from other threats. Other big name villains would try to interfere, maybe even help the Council. With Havering with us, they'd be too afraid to cross his untimely respected will. We must endure the risk a bit longer to pull this off without a hitch...though I suspect he's beginning to make whatever it is he's planning more concrete..."

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Seperating himself from the group, Pseudo made his way to his chambers. He closed the door, locking it behind him. He took a seat in his chair and closed his eyes. His mind instantly began to search the multiverse for a unique presence; a single being's life force.

In about ten minutes, he located whom he searched diligently for- Alfred Nsvem. He mentally projected his voice to the scientist.

"Hello, Alfred. It is I. Speak as if I was right there next to you."

"Oh, boss! Hello! (No, numbskulls, speakin’ to the boss!...I don't KNOW how, he's doin one a’ those mind things!...ew-scray you too.) Uh, last part not to you, sir!"

Pseudo rolled his eyes. "I figured you didn't have that grand a death wish."

"No, none here. But what is it I can help you with?"

"You can inform me what your progress is with the...'device'."

"Oh, that, no problem! We're at the cape now, searching for any weaknesses in the fabric of reality we can hijack a Rip hole through-"

There was a pause, someone speaking in the background, a clattering of metal, then-

"(NO! Malfector! Not in there!! It's not in the rocket's-) Eh, sorry boss, what you could call a situation here *nervous chuckle*"

"...everything is going well, right?"

"Everything? Oh yes, yes! Perfectly alr(*sound of a rocket engine firing, screams of agony, shouted profanity*) Uh, gonna have to let ya go, boss. Seems one of my companions is sorta on fire now."

"....fine. Don't even explain it, I'm sure I do not want to know.."

"(At's for sure.) Well, speak to ya later sir! Contact you once we're in one of the tunnels. Nsvem out."

Pseudo opened his eyes and shook his head. Good help was so hard to find these days, but as his adversary always said, "Ya do what ya can with what ya got."