There and Back Again: Nothing Just Ends on Oban
Chapter 1: How has Jordan been?
Warning: Anyone who is entirely immortal suffers from chronic insanity, even the sanest ones.
Pairings: This is not a Molly/Jordan, it might become a Molly/Aikka, but for now there are no pairings.
Disclaimer: I don't know French…that'll probably give you a clue.
Almost at the end of the two week period of having a glowy non-solid form Jordan was more than willing to admit that maybe becoming the Avatar was a mistake on his part.
Don't get him wrong, he'd do anything to save Molly again if he had to, it's just that…the last two weeks gave him a lot of QUIET time to think about all the what-ifs there could possibly be.
It sucked, really, to spend most of his waking moments - after been given a 22 hour tutorial by the Creators on how to be an Avatar, the rules, his new obligations, the works – thinking about 'what if they had back-up?', 'would it have changed anything?', 'maybe he could have helped out differently', 'maybe it would have all worked out if they had stuck together on their way to the pyramid', and his all-time favorite 'I hope Molly is doing OK!'.
Jordan in the end, right around time Aikka got hurt and G'dar brought him over to the Earth module, realized that it wasn't that Molly didn't hear when he first told her he liked her. No, it was that she just didn't like him that way and didn't know how to tell him that she just wanted to be friends. It hurts, but sometimes that's just how things are. Aren't they?
Frankly, he was already tired of every depressing thought that his new semi-immortality and consequential boredom gave him. However, thinking about anything else just made him want to whine all the more.
He had no clue if he could eat the food on Oban without getting poisoned or if it would even taste good.
The only thing that seemed to keep him alive and well was his almost eternal life, without it he probably would have died the second half of the first week.
Another thing that constantly bugged him was that he was a living, breathing night-light and he could only get a few winks in before he woke himself up. This problem of course brought his attention to only more problems.
Apparently, he may have been given the knowledge that every Avatar should have on magic, but a simple sleep charm seemed well beyond him. A fact that was proven when he accidentally put everything on Oban, except himself, to sleep.
Sure, he disabled the Crog ships near Earth and Nourasia the first few seconds he was Avatar, but that was more the Creators then him, like a type of spiritual possession or something. Of course, he would have tried to save Earth and Nourasia on his own, but if it was up to him he would have done more than just disable the Crog ships.
As for the egg-shaped modules that sent all the teams home…those were on some impressive type of magical auto-pilot.
Too bad, he didn't know enough magic to make himself look normal. He just had to find a way to make his eyes less yellow and his hair stop waving around like as if he was eternally in front of a fan.
Besides, didn't they say it would were off on its own? What a jip!!!!!!!
He already asked the Creators how he was supposed to practice his magic, but they only gave an enigmatic 'they will teach you' before returning to their usual glowing silence. Honestly, who were 'they'?
How in the world was he supposed to watch out for ALL threats to this galaxy, which ranged from war between coalitions of planets to interstellar terrorist sociopaths looking for something to do, and those were the internal threats.
The external threats, however, were a variety of rebellions and wars between planets that pertained to planets in different galaxies.
The next thing he had to take care of was the trouble of finding and gaining the favor of five ancient beings from other galaxies to help aid him with this intergalactic strife.
The most those annoying balls of light could have done was give him a map or some kind of 'they're thatta way' to at least give him a direction to look for. Nope, nada.
Finally, he had to learn every language and custom that could possibly help him? Just how did they expect him to do this if he couldn't even properly change forms yet?
Kanaletto must have been pushed of the deep end WAY before Satis became Avatar; why else would he want another go at it? Come on! The loneliness, the extreme boredom, and whatever traumas of living like that for 10,000 YEARS could have unquestionably done him in. Really, the only thing he had going for him was that he knew how to use magic.
And Satis…that old man most definitely had REAL assistants! How else would he have been able to always find them on Alwas, while he was supposed to be on another planet? And to be so well informed, all the time, about everything they did? He had to have help!
"Hmmm…maybe I should start a new race to get some help around here…preferably the magical type." mused the new Avatar as he lounged lazily in the garden of his temple.
Jordan wasn't doing too badly on his own.
The Creators were sure that once Kanaletto's remaining magic wore off THEY would surely return from the depths of that wormhole the Timeless One had banished them to. It was only a matter of a couple of days more.
The Earth team's gunner certainly wasn't the one promised to them by fate and her guardian, but he had a pure heart and that is what really mattered. All his doubts, insecurities and that dreadful impatience for action, would most likely fade with the passing of time. Then again…he was an Earther; they never had one of those before.
As Jordan continued to laze around he suddenly had the weirdest craving for ice-cream. Thoughts of Rocky Road, Rum Raisin, Coco chocolate-chip, Pistachio amongst others seemed to be floating in his head.
Maybe, he just got overcome with nostalgia or maybe it was his first ever premonition but when he finally decided to go inside he found a door that he didn't remember ever being there.
Common sense would tell one to be cautious especially in these circumstances, and would reach near paranoid levels for anyone trained in the military.
However, our dear Avatar having been deprived of all things normal for much longer than he would have liked, added to the fact that he hadn't seen a soul for just as long, took things in stride and entered the room he just discovered like as if he didn't have a care in the world.
The inside of the room awed the Earther gunner, it was a fully stored kitchen filled with the most delectable if not foreign smells, and just a few feet away on a counter was a lone tub of ice-cream. God, it was too good to be true…almost as if he had accidentally summoned it. Maybe, he should do whatever he did more often.
As he grabbed a conveniently placed spoon that was right next to the Rum-Raisin flavored ice-cream, the breezy hair at the back of his head stood on end. Something bad was going to happen.
Apparently, it was too good to be true after all, just not for the obvious reasons.
With a scream Jordan felt himself get pinned on his back in mere nanoseconds, making him hit his head on the floor and thus causing his focus to give out returning him to his full Avatar state.
A woman, apparently Earther in origin, with long, onyx colored tresses and oddly glowing indigo eyes straddled him. As they laid or sat there, whichever the case, Jordan could tell that he did something to royally piss her off.
It could have been the fact that she was growling at him, or that her glowing eyes seemed to be like pools with shadows skirting amorphously in the depths while the sun was shining, or maybe it was the vein that was twitching on her temple.
After a minute it didn't matter. Jordan realized a bit late that she had paralyzed his body with an odd incantation and now had a fireball aimed at his chest.
If he wasn't so damn scared maybe he would have laughed at the lameness of what she said next. "Come on darling, I want to hear you howl for me to stop." It was so damn cliché, just about every evil psychopath had said something similar in the movies.
"Bu…but…it's just ice-cream!" Jordan managed to spit out, halting the fireball in her hand from going through him.
The woman, eighteen years old in appearance, simply smiled evilly down at him. "If you want me to stop you have to say something for me first!" she crowed.
"What's that?" Jordan mumbled clearly eager to get this mad woman off him.
She giggled a little before reciting, "I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice-cream!"
As she laughed herself silly as she finished. Yep, she was definitely of her rocker.
He was just about to recite the odd phrase when, "Could you stop acting the fool. Get off of him!" ordered a man just outside the door Jordan had entered. From where he was, Jordan could tell that this man was about a head taller than Rick had been, wearing a black trench coat, matching pants and had a sword on his back…and was that a tail?
The man or better said werewolf, had a no-nonsense look on his face as he looked down his muzzle at the girl, who by now sported a sheepish look on her face.
"But Shinji, new master or not, he's just too easy!!!!!!" she whined back. Giving her companion a foxy smirk.
Jordan looked horrified…maybe that door lead to the twilight zone.
DaCat: That went…well. What can you do? It's my version of just how well Jordan could actually do the Avatar job. He's capable, but he just needs to realize that sometimes he needs to help himself rather than just takes orders or be taught by others. A half-half thing is what is needed to be Avatar. You need to be your own person and you have to be able to ask for help when you need it. The first quality is something Jordan needs A LOT, because even if he did sacrifice himself for Eva that doesn't ensure a personality change. The second is something needs to balance out cause he wimps out far too easily for him to be able to do this job. I know he's been getting better at it, but he's going to be whining for a bit longer before he stops.
The position of Avatar really doesn't seem like the kind where you'll only get the bare specifics before your put on the field, though. It's more of a trial an error thing where he'll always need somebody with more experience to push him in the right direction.
Silver-White-Tiger (SWT): Seriously Jordan wimps out whenever he can't or isn't strong enough to do something. It's seriously pathetic. The Creators can't have an Avatar that's going to run away with his tail between his legs just because there is someone more powerful (like… Don Wei! LOL!!) than him.
Anyway, I assure you all that this will be a great story and I am a firm MollyxAikka supporter, now I only have to convince my co-author to join the dark side (We have cookies).
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