Chapter CCCXCVII: Randomised Return ~Multehx

The mind versus the brain.

So the old argument goes. Do we possess a mind, or a brain, or are both simultaneously co-existent as one? It's an argument of psychology versus physiology.

However, a mind indeed, along with a biot-enhanced brain, had agent Multehx707. And, in his mind were many a myriad path and numerous, almost an infinite number of chambers dwelled within it. Some were dark and in disrepair, others simply served as storage centers of memories present and past. Of course, one was reserved for its occupant and he alone.

In a high-back, cushioned, lime green armchair, with his feet up on a similarly colored and designed footrest, reading a book with an annoyed frown, sat its occupant. He was a…unique sort. His hair was messy, yet neatly combed at the same time. He wore a collared indigo, crushed velvet, long-sleeve shirt, a red vest atop it, a lime green bowtie, red velvet pants, and white socks. Besides the footrest sat a pair of well-polished, shiny black shoes.

With an annoyed groan, the man diverted his gaze from his book and up to the far wall. "You'd think by now, something would have happened," he muttered, sitting the book aside. "It seems like we've been waiting here, sitting, doing nothing for ages. I mean, absolutely nothing's been happening!! This is just plain ludicrous!" He stood, folding his arms in indignant offence. "I mean, ludicrous even for me!"

He plodded over to the lone door, and stood before it, examining the handle. "To think, I survive the eons upon eons, I thwart the most devious of censors; I toppled the best of humour-hating stick-in-the-muds! And yet, a simple lock holds me back." He groaned in frustration, raising a fist. "Why don't you just wake UP, DAMMIT!" he cried, punching the door hard.

Click

He watched, puzzled, as the door swung slowly open. He glanced out into the darkened hallway. His brow arched in confusion, but was soon lowered as a wide grin spread across his face. "Al-right."

He moved quickly, slipping on his shoes, tying the laces neatly, throwing on his cape and tying it in the front, and last but definitely not least, grabbing the top hat sitting - on a lamp stand right next to the lamp. Grinning, he strode out into the hall and looked about. None of the usual lights were on, and everything was eerily still. He fiddled with his hands in obvious unease as he walked on.

"When he goes boom, he goes boom hard." All the doors were shut tight, none of the usual currents of electricity coursed through the chords along the walls, relaying ideas and information to the various spots they were intended for. The odd looking fellow hummed quietly to himself, to keep his wits about him.

Finally, he reached a box against one of the walls. Opening the glass door in front, he removed the red telephone inside and pushed the button on the telephone box. There were a few rings, but eventually the garble about "This line has been disconnected" came up. In frustration, he replaced the phone and shut the door.

"Confound, he's still not awake." He shook his head. "This will not do at all! Everyone else is probably confined and inactive, as they depend upon him for function. But, apparently, he's still down and out. Nothing around to run…"

At this statement, he trailed off, and his grin was joined by hands wringing together, and a tripped out chuckle. "No one…in control," he cackled, beaming. "Looks like I'm up again!" Striking a valiant pose, his cape flowing, he pointed to the air. "Again, to the scene comes, The Great Spontaneous!!"

Flicking a wrist, a pair of color tinted glasses, a different shade for each lenes, appeared in his gloved hand. He deftly snapped them open and placed them on his face and the hat upon his head. “Cue the Multehxio!”

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In the breeze of the late afternoon, some refreshment from the summer heat was found. Of course, the wind wasn't enough to blow anything around really, but something indeed did defy this. A most unusual piece of headware bounced and drifted along the ground, past a member of the tribe or two, skipped, caught on the breeze and tumbled gracefully through the air. As it left the village, it begin its descent, and perched itself upon the golden M on the head of the prone figure slung over Lich Yoshi Von Kippo's back. Instantly, it slipped off, snapping to attention. Jacket becoming replaced with a coat, unusual sunware appearing upon his brow, and bowtie changing shades from its usual red to loud lime green, Multehx's eyes snapped open.

"Hello, hell-o!" he grinned wide, glasses slipping into place.