Chapter CCCLXXVI: True Evasion? ~Multehx

Omega wiped his brow (more of a gesture really, as one would require a brow to actually wipe it) as he clasped the plate back into place. He smirked as it seamlessly seemed to merge with the plating covering the upper right hemisphere of his friend. "Yep. That should do it." He smiled, kneeling still, watching for any sign of activity.

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Omega frowned, making a fist and rapping quite savagely upon the metal plating, causing it to ring. "Wake up, you out-dated wacko."

Multehx's prone form did not make a movement, but there was a faint "beep" that came from somewhere beneath his eye lens.

Grinning, the robot rose to his feet. "Now that's what I was talking about."

Alright, one thing taken care of, now what? Well, Lich wasn't anywhere in sight, so most likely, it'd be appropriate to leave notification before heading out to do anything. He glanced about. Well, no pen, no paper, so....

Shrugging, he withdrew the hilt of his weapon from its compartment and activated the blade. He then set about slashing the ground with elegance beyond grace indeed. By the time he was finished, in quite elegant, computer-esque handwriting, in smoking trails of burnt, carved earth read:

He is fine.

He will be sleeping for a bit.

You cannot wake him. He will soon.

I have gone out to do things elsewhere.

Do not wait up for me.

And he signed it with the Greek symbol that pretty much stood for his name. Then, he thought and wrote:

P.S.- Make sure your paint is water soluble.

I doubt you'd want to go outside looking like that.

Nodding happily, he deactivated his sword, replaced it where it originally was, and headed out of the tent. Once outside, and several panicking lizards later, he started off through the village.

He got about a mile outside of town when a distinct feeling hit him. The sort of feeling that is achieved by a notably loud "PING" in the midst of his auditory sensors.

Stopping in his tracks, he placed a hand to the side of one eye, triggering a quickly scrolling set of diagnostics. He cursed as it ran out and immediately ran back to the village. Once back within the area, he hurriedly dashed from hut to hut, looking inside and scaring the still oddly frightened of him Yoshies plenty. He covered half the dwellings this way. Still, he did not find what he was looking for.

Taking a brief moment to ponder under the shade of a tree on the outskirts, the robot tapped his boot in deep thought. Time passed. A few birds did some things with other birds overhead. Timid but highly curious members of the tribe peered around huts to get a better look at this strange...slightly less monstrous...thing that had attacked before.

But this all was interrupted as the robot thrust a triumphant finger into the air. He lifted one leg, pointing out with the same finger he had put skyward. Slowly but surely, his hand seemed to vibrate and, with some effort, it was pulled to the side, turning him on the spot along with it. He came to steady pointing off to the southeast.

"'Scuse me for word theft, but, Yaza!"

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Professor Alex Highland stood on the plateau, examining the object he held in his hands. The weight was enough to cause him to put out a fair amount of effort just to hold it up. But, after a bit of holding it, he seemed to adjust to the weight, and swung it about, resting it upon a shoulder.

"Hmm....intriguing device." He placed it back in both hands, examining it closer. "Simple but elegant handle," he muttered, running a thumb along where he held it. "Seems to be jade...no...something that appears to be jade, but highly dense." His hand travelled to the top end of the weapon, inspecting the inset gem. "A diamond of some sort...radiates with a very...unsettling...presence." Down to the crescent shaped blade his fingers moved, running over the smooth, sleek sides of it. "Some sort of...hyper-advanced sort of gold...in surface composition. Highly darkened in coloration." The learned man shrugged, resting the bladed end upon the earth. "I do not see why this weapon is so feared..."

However, it was about that time he noticed that the gold crescent was buried over half-way up the blade in the ground. He blinked. A slight tug on the Sepalaris brought the cutting end out of the ground. Amazingly...no dirt clung to it. The professor quirked a brow, examining this closely.

Blade, then hole, then back to blade, he studied both quite carefully. Then, testingly, he placed the blade against the ground in another, more rocky spot. It cleaved clean through it up to the same spot as before without difficulty. Lifting it again, the professor smirked. "Hmm, so this is why."

It didn't take a rocket scientist to really deduce all the possibilities of this new development. But Alex's brain picked out one that few did. A grin slowly spread over his face and his grip on the weapon tightened.

The professor slowly turned about as he heard someone rapidly approaching. As he waited, a familiar being approached him.

"You!" the newcomer called, slowing to a gradual stop. He studied the professor carefully. "You..." he muttered again, "You...have...got…to be...kidding me." Omega groaned, slapping his face. "I don't believe this...I so do not believe this."

Alex folded his arms, leaning the weapon against his shoulder. "And what exactly do you mean by that?"

The robot stared at him blankly. Finally he pointed to the Sepalaris. "I believe that was in the possession of the orange fellow.”

"Yes, it was."

"And, by the lack of commotion, you did not take it."

"No, I certainly did not."

"Though you normally would."

The professor smirked.

"This is sort of the reason I just cannot believe how things are." The robot shook his head.

Mr. Highland tilted his own head. "And how's that?"

Silence was his reply as Omega pointed to the gigantic weapon, then to he who held it. "That someone would openly, and of their own free consent give that thing to you."

"And what's the matter with that? I am a professor you know; such things should be given to scholars such as myself."

"…What's wrong, you ask me? ...YOU! That is the wrong here! What the hell are you attempting? You didn't even try this time!"

Alex snorted indignantly. "And what are you getting at, sir…robot? What's the matter here?"

Omega groaned, pointing again. "You. Not even trying!"

"Oh, and how aren't I trying then?" asked the man, now quite crossly.

"Your look."

The professor grinned. "I think I look quite astute indeed, really, refined."

"You are wearing a hat. And a safari outfit. And perhaps new boots. Who are you fooling?!"

The man shrugged. "Well, if you're done insulting me then, I did have a rather brilliant idea, so I must test it out."

Omega quirked a brow. "Does this one result in laying waste to anyone?"

"Well, what if it does?"

Omega shrugged. "Then I'd have to fight you now and stop you. Just what does this one entail, now?"

At this, the professor beamed. Such explanations always granted him pride in being an extremely skilled professional in his field, and this one was truly a brilliant one. He began to pace, holding the Sepalaris as if appraising it while speaking. "It's quite evident really; this being the famed weapon, the ‘Sepalaris’. Of course, you know its inherent power; I do believe a short time ago he who resides within, granting it such abilities, did take 'control' of you shortly ago." He smirked at this while Omega frowned. "So, this weapon, possessing such power, as the construct of reality is quite atomic, dependant on molecules bonded, either covalently or ionically; then the ancient principle of matter is moot. No matter the firmness of the bond, there, theoretically, must be some object which can sever any of the bonds mentioned therein, even if it defies said principle as aforementioned." He stroked the flat side of the blade gently. "This device, I believe, is the aforementioned linchpin of my theorization. If my desire is true and heard by it, then, in theory, I shall be able to rend asunder the bonds of construct confining me from my desired goal, and clear a path through the realms of improbability and impossibility, creating a viable straight line from this theoretic point A, where we now stand to my desired point B."

Omega quirked a brow. "I get you. But, for those even recording what you just said, I'll make it easier and say that you're looking for the same thing as always, and you'll use this thing to cleave a hole straight to where it is."

Alex frowned. "Exactly as I worded it."

Omega sighed, shrugging. "Whatever. Just do it. I'm not leaving you with that thing, and I know you'll not be giving it over till you use it in one-a your harebrained ideas, so, get it over with."

The professor nodded, smiling. "Correct as usual, good sir." He hefted the blade, closing his eyes, repeating something in a low mutter before mustering every ounce of his strength and swinging the blade in an arc with all the might he could afford.

The resulting sound was akin to a stack of newspapers being parted with a battle axe and the result of one too many paper bags being blown simultaneously. Either way, neither of the pair really saw what was going on. One minute, they were there. The next, a lot of air.

Then, there was a rather lot of a rush of it as the two fell, downward, faster and faster. The rush of the wind masked both of their voices from being heard really, and Omega did not have a chance to warn either of the metallic beings below of his presence before he abruptly crashed down upon them, hard, creating a crater in the ground with them, rocking the earth. Static filled his vision as the collision knocked him offline.