Wile E. Coyote put down the knife and fork as he wiped his mouth with the napkin. Best meal I've had in ages, he thought. Though technically the meal was the standard giant locus, but he wasn't complaining. The taste was beginning to get a little bitter.
" - Finished, mutt? - "
"Certainly. The bug was simply marvelous. It ALMOST beats away the fact that you're being extremely cheerful about wanting to kill me in a fighting stand-off."
" - I do my best. - "
Wile continued sitting at the table, but the machine insisted, " - It's now time to begin your final course. - "
Wile didn't disagree or say no, but he despairingly asked, "Explain to me something. Why does it have to be a "Fighting" course? Couldn't it be something else? I'm... not exactly cut out to do any fighting. IF anything, I feel more like a bee that does a better job stinging somebody when they're NOT looking."
If possible, the floating Gramophone now looked like it was going to burst into laughter. " - Simple enough to answer. I process that there is a higher chance of you learning to control your illogical abilities when pitted directly against something that would cause you any form of a threatened feeling or great amounts of stress. - "
Wile didn't attempt to make an answer, knowing that given its' abilities, it was probably right. Instead, Wile's face twisted the wrong way, he became irritated, and his groan came out more like, "Rrrrrr..."
" - I detect your inability to process through something. - Is it me knowing that you have said powers at your disposal? Was this something you just blindly assumed you could keep secret from me? - "
And Wile managed not to yell, "YES."
" - Unable to assure you if such a deduction will make things better, but come with me outside when you are fully dressed - "
With that, the Agicalc floated upward, then uniformly left the cafe, leaving the brooding jackal in white undergarments to mull.
The machine was waiting for him, for sure, outside. It turned to face him while Wile readjusted his coat collar.
" - Excellent. You've arrived. In your nice little Nazi coat, no less. -"
Wile sat down. Withstanding the heat in the trench-coat was more of a burden when not restricting his activities to the cave. And he wasn't putting it past the machine's capacity for making stupid jokes anymore.
"So," said Wile. "What were we going to cover, exactly? The history of fighting? The technical manuevers that can be formulated into complicated equations? HOW about-?"
But the Agicalc interrupted with an abrupt, loud, " - DODGE! - "
"WHAT?" screamed Wile when the one of the Agicalc's disjointed arms flew right into his face-
POW! Which sent the poor jackal flying into the air before an ungraceful landing. At once, his his more basic animal instincts kicked in as he flipped back on his feet. He was in a bent position. Once he got his head straight he switched his head around fast to see no Agicalc in sight. Where is IT...?
" - DODGE! - " was all Wile heard when he switched to see another of the arms shooting out. POW! Wile didn't have a second to dodge and like the Agicalc had said, was feeling the pressure take hold. "OOOooooooff!" he cried.
In a matter of seconds Wile was back on his feet, and sporting the most marvelous black eye he'd ever had. And stars around his head. "Ow," he said.
He and the Agicalc had a stare-down, and Wile thought he was going to scream if he made- the- wrong- move...
FFFWOOOSSHHHH! went the arm, and Wile couldn't dodge. Ironic, as when the fist made contact with his cheek, the Agicalc kept yelling,
"D-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-ODGE!"
- One Week LATER
The Agicalc was aimlessly standing around in the desert, while Wile stood at a very good distance in a Karate pose... and a Karate uniform... and holding a Karate book. He kept browsing the pages full of information, and as he skimmed he got an idea. Perfect, he was thinking, closing the book. Time to make a go at it!
"HUUUU-WWWWUUUUAAAAH!" screamed the jackal, charging at the Agicalc at full speed. The machine didn't budge an inch not even when Wile reached over and started wacking it with one hand. "YAH!"
But that didn't leave so much as a dent. So Wile's next course of action? Use the other hand.
WACK!
... which didn't do anything. So then he started attacking it with both hands, hitting the metal plating wildly. "YOI-YOI-YOI-YOI-YOI-YOI-YOI-YOI-YOI-YOI-!"
TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP! TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP-TAP!
Then Wile had to stop cause he was all out of breath. "Hah... hah... hah... Had enough yet?" He yelled.
Then the agicalc caused a boulder to appear which then promptly flattened the coyote with a THUNK!
At which point wile stuck out hand from underneath with a little sign that said, (Ouch!)
- One week later
Wile was starting to get the hang of it, as that week he and Agicalc spent practicing basic reflexes. In the desert they could be seen practicing Melees. The Agicalc kept launching hits, while Wile was concentrating on just dodging.
I'll describe the exercise-
Agicalc launches a FIST- Wile dodges by stepping to the side- Agicalc launches a second and Wile bends back to avoid the fist (Which strained his both his arms and back - which was yet another reminder that week that despite being launched 3 centuries into the future, he was in fact, pretty old)- then Agicalc reeled back as its disjointed legs joined together, though still floating and one span around the other like a propeller fin- in response Wile jumped up and streched both legs out like a propeller fan as both the Agicalc's "Legs" passed casually underneath- then Wile landed on both feet. He grinned. "Hnn...!"
" - NO! NO "Hnn...!" sound! It's totally illogical!... Also look behind you. -"
Wile only had seconds to do so as he saw the leg "Opening" pop out a miniature orb of incredible design, which was making a BEEP sound, and the beeping was getting faster. Wile squinted his eyes and said, "I say, is that a-"
BOOM!
Now Wile stood as smoking heap with baunched, dull eyes and carrying a sign that said, (Bomb) "*cough*" FLIP (... Of course)
- Another Week IN (I love the Time Skippy Thing! )
Wile's mettle started to shine vibrantly in the next few days, with the Agicalc being a patient mentor. Another day in the desert, the Agicalc decided at once that there should be a break, while Wile started practicing making traps. He was sitting on another plateau which he climbed up, bringing the materials along with him.
Out of nowhere did he begin to remember- when he was constructing something he saw as a holographic subject when he studied under the Agicalc. The Agicalc said it was called a "B1 - fighter Plane", but Wile made a smaller version of it, only big enough to carry another ancient relic, what the French called the "Grenade". The Grenade was a small anti-personnel fire-arm that had the shape of a normal sized fruit. The only difference? THIS fruit could blow up just about anything if used correctly!
Time to test it out, he thought. So holding the mini-plane up to his shoulder and launched it.
The plane flew magnificently, then wearily flew down to the spot where two cacti were standing one second it was there, then the mini-plane with the Grenade in it hit it and... KABOOM!
Wile grinned and said, "Success! Now to launch the first one," he muttered. He made two of them. His next launch would've gone smoothly, but then the plane started to wearily fly right on back.. towards him!
"Oh no!" he screamed holding his hands out. He was about to be hurt again, and closed his eyes, at the same time, he subconsciously tried really hard to press for that power he accessed only so rarely...!
FOOOM
"Ah...!" Did... Did everything just go green around me for a second? the startled Coyote was thinking. Whatever the case, he could easily see that now his little faulty invention was still coming at him.
Very. VERY. Slowly. In fact, he could see the rotator fans still spinning in a very slow motion. But he had no time to dwell on it and leapt away from the spot.
Though inside he was grinning and thinking to himself, I did it!... but now how do I get it to go back to normal...?
This question was answered in less than a second. The time suddenly reverted to normal, just as he thought, and now he was out of the Grenade-ship's way... as it steered towards nothing but sand and- KABOOM!
But Wile had stepsided the blast, in excited fever, he started to laugh a little while he sighed... until he discovered that he was sitting next to a pack of dynamite that a had an elongated fuse that curved right near where the blast had just happened, and the blast sent a spark over to the cord, which then sizzled over to the pack of dynamite which happened be next to Wile who was sitting underneath a Boulder precariously perched on top of a clifface and then Wile said, "Well... blimey."
KABOOM!
In the next instant there was a scraggily black coyote in raggedy, clothing, in the aftermath of the blast. He was dizzy and horribly disfigured, though managed to hold up a shaky, hand with a sign that read, (Can't get any worse)
Except that the rock against the cliff he was sitting next too had been unbalanced by both explosions and now caused the rock to fall.
Wile did see this and then said, (OH... (BLEEP))
BOOM!
the blackened coyote was crushed under the rock but managed to slip out another sign for, (Physics just has it bad for me)
But at the very least I'm getting the hang of it. The only downside that my head tends to hurt... I'll figure out a way to stop that.
- The Next Day (At this rate I will have mastered the art of making a character in a story MY BUTT monkey - Thank You TV tropes!)
Another day had Wile pitted against the Agicalc for melee combat, but the Agicalc, while extremely hasty for the two months it had left to even function properly, could definitely afford to properly ensure Wile had it hands down. In this case, The Agicalc shot fist volleys- Wile didn't just dodge, he jumped, and then launched his own fist at the Agicalc - only for it to dodge. Dodge, dodge dodge! Wile screamed in his head. Always the bloody dodging!
Thus Wile saw in the corner of his eye the machine sending the second arm back at him and...
FZOOM
As Wile could see, the "greeness" seemed to manifest around him in a temporal space that stood outside anyone's normal perception of time- He could pretty much everything around his whole space move at a pace slower than he could. But not machines- demonstrated as the Agicalc's incoming fist breezed over Wile E. Coyote, but still fast enough for him to feel it. Counter! he thought. He ducked the swing then launched an uppercut right into the chest area of the machine. "YES!"
The time shift lifted, though Wile hadn't done any damage.
"- Excellent. Getting better. MUCH better. - " said the Agicalc.
Wile stood up and wrung his hand and grit his teeth. He'd been surpressing the biggest "YEEOWCH!" in his system because that jolt he sent didn't even dent the wood work of the box!
" - The greatest surprise here, mutt, is that you've manage to try using your Time Warp... shift... distortion... thingy in bolt my strike, and launch a counter of your own. But as I have caculated 100% that you also know, your "Field" is allowing you to move at a slightly faster rate. Additionally, that power doesn't affect machines... at this point. You can't slow down incoming projectiles, only grant you the extra time necessary to avoid. -"
Wile fell silent, as one of his ears did; he might have learned to use it, but the Agicalc was learning more about it than he was.
" - A Bit off the subject, but don't you have a name for that? - "
"A "Name"? For what?" The old jackal snapped at it.
" - Your power of course. In these sorts of things, the guy who possesses the power also has the right to NAME it. - "
Wile was going to tell it that that was the most absurd thing he'd heard of in his life, but then he shut his mouth and mulled it over; he felt it probably wouldn't do him any good if he really didn't think of a way to refer to that power, especially when learning to explore the areas of experimentation it could, by name. So yet again, the Agicalc was 100% right.
Wile thought it over. Then he tipped his nose as he came up with an idea. "Maybe this: "Ward of Absolute Suspension"."
The Agicalc shook its' cone left and right, like a very clumsy and miniscule way as to say, "No". " - Unfortunately, you can't use that. That's been copyrighted. By some crazy anime with effeminate, bug-eyed kill-crazy emo freaks. Done by a company that's named the same as the sound as what happens when a bird falls into a metal spring trap."
Darnit, Wile said, slapping himself on the forehead. He's right.
Wile switched his head around, knocking at it thinking really hard. "Okay... what about TIME skip?"
" - Negative. That ONE show with your, pardon the expression, extremely OOC counterpart has a villain with that name. - "
The Coyote's sharp teeth were bared very quickly, and his fists clenched. In pure rage. "Honestly. That show is just a HORRIBLE, HORRIBLE KNOCK OFF! How the devil could you SAY that? DEFENDING them?" he yelled.
" - Excellent question. Why are you dead set on having a British Accent? - "
Wile's left eye twitched, and his mouth shrank to a bit. "Touché," he reluctantly caved.
" - HA! I was merely bombarding your head with selective disinformation! Contrary to popular belief, the British don't carry any "Accents". - "
This made Wile a little perplexed and shocked at the same time. "They don't?"
" - Most certainly not. The voice you've chosen for yourself is different. On the Earth-sphere, 2 centuries ago, that unusual myth about the British having accents had been dispelled for several reasons. The tiny island nation of Britain had a great population of dwellers that spoke an odd variety of different accents that couldn't be designated as just one. No, you see, this entire stereotype originated in the vernacularly enlightened acting playwright, William Shakesphere himself. Though people did not find such a stereotype bad because of the shows they were "used" in at the time. Allow me to shorten this by asking you something. Do you know "Rhoticism"? - "
Wile gasped as he already discovered what the Agicalc was going to say, "The denotation of English, yes."
" - Well The British were, in this case, NON-Rhotic. They tended to drop the letter "R" in certain situations, or at the end of a word, or at the end of a paragraph. Some letters are pronounced as "ar, ber, cer, der". Example found: A very campy, unusually overdone accent would completely exclude the letter "H". Shall I continue? -"
Wile smirked towards the audience (And reader) as he chuckled, "Yeah, it's not like there was anything else important we were supposed to be doing."
" - There are spins on the Accent. I will tell you what yours "is" once I've finished. "Black Country" is middle english to Early Modern English, to say, "No, she doesn't." - "
"Uh-huh," replied the jackal.
" - The "Brummie". It's a collective accent that is characterized by unnatural levels of whininess and lack of attractiveness. Ozzy Osbourne used it in all his music. - "
"That makes sense," Wile said. "The fellow was freaking lunatic- Eating bats heads..." the Jackal grumbled a second later.
" - The "Cockney". Really hard to say what this is or what it sounds like. Except that the only way it's best described is by association to criminals. They talk really thick, but really fast. The "Geordie"! This one for urbans, and is absolutely incomprehensible. Prostitutes use this one, because they are constantly out in the cold. The "Glasgow" Accents - " continued the Agicalc, " - Are attributed to alcoholics. Drunkards. The opposing accent to this is called "Liverpool", which tends to be inclined to Catholic values. They are also fun-loving and sounding extremely frivolous and silly. - "
"Who, Catholics?" asked Wile.
" - Confirming response - Uh, no. That sect of people are in fact, DEAD serious. - "
Wile thought he heard a drumroll in the background, but he didn't see any drums, so he shrugged it off in front of the audience.
"- The "Manchester" is attributed to loquaciousness and mouthy foulness - Actually it's more upper class. The "Lancashire" rolls its "Rs". This one is more Rhotic. In fact, this one puts an accent to anything it says. It's more or less one that emphasizes intelligence and pretentiousness, stroking egos to sizes unimaginable. Well no... but its' VERY close to a New England accent. This is YOUR accent."
"Really?" said Wile, scratching his chin. "Then why is it that most fans of me tend to picture me drinking "Cups of Tea" or wearing overly campy clothing with sequins? I don't get that."
" - Well, that should be obvious. Even though it was only 4 to 5 shorts, but you had a classy accent that they thought suited your character best and therefore, that acted as being all the criteria the fanbase needed - "
"I'm really not surprised," said Wile, whose eyes dropped a little. "No, I'm not. I know what it is. You paint an Ostrich yellow, they will think its' a chocobo, though it's still an Ostrich. If you add "Japanese" to "Russian Law, you still have a Marxist Totalitarian state. If you put a cowboy hat on a pastor, the pastor is not a pedophile, he is still a pastor."
(ZINGER!)
" - Wow. This got freakishly awkward."
Wile agreed, but then the Agicalc decided, " - But 4th Wall breaking aside, you need to practice your kicking, because that will be just as necessary as learning how to properly throw a punch. - "
Wile couldn't vouch in that defense. "I'm not a good kicker."
" - Just attempt it. -"
Well Wile eagerly took up the challenge. He hunched down then sprang up as he launched a very straightforward kick at the Agicalc's front chest. It hit, but it didn't really do any damage.
" - That's very good, mutt. - " said the Agicalc, "But this is how a kick is done."
Said kick was from the disjointed pair of legs, that easily kicked the off-guard Jackal about 3 miles into a mountain... which now had an outstanding crack running down the middle.
" - Wow. He's really got a hard head. I will be astounded if he survived that. -"
- Later
" - You ACTUALLY survived that? - " exclaimed the Gramophone no sooner than 10 minutes after the Coyote, bar his blackened face, missing two teeth, and broken bones, had recovered almost instantly, enough to even stand on one leg.
"Yeah... *cough - WHEEZE*..." he drunkenly droned. "A-allow me to introduce myself, my name is MUD..." PLOP!
Wile fainted at the base of the disjointed Gramophone who could only say, " - Well, I'd be insulting the fanbase if I didn't do this. AHEM: And always remember, MUD spelled backwards is DUM. - "
- One month later
Wile's abilities intensified, as did his kicking. The Agicalc practiced and gave him exercises to get him to turn as he swept with kicks, and Wile's Time altering ability had seen more frequent use. But there was on day he became sick, and thus unable to train. The Agicalc didn't attempt to push him into training, but since then it'd become extremely unbalanced for the period it spent trying to help the "Mutt" recover...
- The End of the Month
Wile woke up on the couch in the cave, under a large blanket. So he scratched his head, as that it not only itched, but he had a terrible headache. What he could see on that side was the monitors from his newly constructed space-cams. Huh? What happened to my clothes?
He just happened to notice that moment he wasn't wearing anything, then he sat up, frantically looking around for the machine and the set of clothes. Where's the Agicalc?
The question was answered in a second. On the opposite side of the couch was all of his things folded neatly in a pile and a bug on the plate. This left him feeling disturbed and... touched.
I don't get it... did it do this?
Later on
He fully dressed himself save for either the hat or the helmet. The sad thing was that the Agicalc was nowhere to be seen. Wile continued onward, and then out of nowhere did it suddenly attack.
He could see the missiles from far away; they launched at top speed. Wile's look of terror flashed before his hands went out and...
FZOOM
The field manifested... but the missiles were still coming, and he ran from the spot they hit.
BOOM BOOM!
He dodged those, only to see another set coming in. At Will, Wile's power jumped and the field manifested, this time without him raising his arms. Then without warning the missiles were close, and Wile's face adapted its trademark "Oh no" expression, and he wished really hard that he could just be somewhere else...
That wish came true. Wile suddenly vanished from the spot. When he opened his eyes, he thought he'd gone crazy and somehow teleported right onto a completely different spot, 2 meters away from where the missiles had hit. Only this time, the explosion caused a shockwave, and a blast of wind hit Wile E. Coyote square in the face, tripping him back on feet, then his back, and his coat blew in the wind as he then dug both sets of claws into the ground. He attempted strain against the wind!
It was successful, but now he saw another barrage of missiles, in the fours, raining from the sky. Not again, he thought. Once again, around him his space manifested a greeness that slowed down the missiles only long enough for Wile to take to his heels and flee.
Out of the range for the missiles to hit, Wile could hardly move and tried catching his breath.
Wile got angry and wondered wildly, turning his head: just WHERE were these missiles coming from?
But he wasn't going to be sitting duck: nearby was a large rock formation, and Wile ducked behind it on instinct. Reaching inside his coat pockets, he pulled out a small pair of binocular he personally made... but that wasn't going to help if he simply peeked around a corner and got shot.
He already knew it must have been the Agicalc doing this - leaving the Coyote incredibly confused; first it cleans him, his clothes, and leaves him breakfast, and now its going out of its way to KILL him?
Again, Wile realized, he couldn't figure out AIs. But for now, he needed to avoid that stupid machine's crazy rain of missiles- and see where it was so he could strike back.
But he was against a rock formation, so he'd have to climb it; he took off both his boots and started to climb (It was better this way, so that he could use both sets of paws) till he reached the top. He happy to see how easy it was- and know that the planets' hostile environment felt a lot like that of the deserts of 20th century Earth.
Just eeeasy, there, Wile, he thought calmly. Just peek over and see where its' hiding...
Peeking involved a whole lot of shaking like a tree in the wind, before the pretentious jackal peeked his nose barely over the edge, holding a scream clenched between his jackal teeth. He tasted dirt from pressing his face against the cliff. He started to think, where's the-
KABOOM!
Where there was cliff that the hungry coyote was hiding below, there was a smouldering break in the rock...
But luckily, Wile had scrambled like a spider to a another spot to the left. He didn't feel like wasting anymore time- he looked up. He couldn't see anything over the ledge. He could see plenty of desert, sand, and mist, he could see to the opposite ledge, and something that shone like a beacon under the hot sun... but it was really far away.
I... that's reflected light! CRUMBS. That's THE...!/?
KABOOM!
The next shot didn't just cut the ledge, it left a giant cut in the rock that looked like the bite marks of child eating a cookie sandwich. Wile didn't dodge it without sustaining some damage. And he did; but he had no plans on making a weep or a sound, to stay hidden.
In retrospect, having a blackened face that singed like a cigarette butt in his face couldn't have been any worse. Instead he focused all that energy from pain into anger; anger he'd enact upon that abominable machine the next time he'd lay eyes on it.
BOOM! BOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! KABOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The explosions echoed all over the surrounding, overarching rock walls that acted as his barrier. But they had enough impact to make the area behind the walls vibrate into a mini-earthquake, and rocks being scattered off the cliffs and send one deranged-looking coyote on the rockiest, and terrifying run he'd ever had.
What the devil is GOING ON? That STUPID machine is switching between the sonic emitters and high impact Crag Missiles!
Thinking it over didn't help when a Rock landed EXTREMELY close to stomp Wile. It MISSED, only landing in front of him, while he lept straight over the crumbling boulder and followed it with a nice roll over as he continued his desperate sprint. He grinned, and thought to himself, I know it's both saying the obvious and completely irrelevant, but THAT was just bloody SMASHING!
He didn't dwell on it for very long, because he was running out of breath... and mountain! He ran past the point where the mountain ended, and saw the missiles still coming. In FULL VIEW!
Wile's ears lowered, but he wasn't stupid. Instead of wasting that one moment to say, "OH NO" he kept running like his life depended on it - ironic.
WAIT a minute... thought the wily coyote distantly, Why am I running when I could just use the CHARG- No! Copyright infringement, old boy! REMEMBER THAT! Uh, uh! Okay, the "Rocket Boots", yeah, that's good. Why don't I just those, instead...
Only Wile forgot that he left those behind the cliff, and he was running barefoot by this point-
How CLEVER was it of me to do that? He practically screamed at himself mentally.
It was bad, because he was starting to get a headache.One of his eyes had a red ring around it.
I don't have a choice, he decided, and felt through his entire body for that power.
FZOOOM
I still need to come up with a name for that. Time froze around him, and too his own surprise, it was slowing the incoming missiles- better than before. Wile took to his heels and fled.
His feet pounded right on top of the flat desert sand. The missiles were about a good distance away- he was really getting a head over them!
I must be getting a better grip. I can now at least slow down more inorganic materials in my space!
Though that didn't help; he still didn't see the Agicalc. The desert stretched endlessly, and Wile guessed that wherever it was hiding, it was on top of a plane with high altitude, and it was probably using a style of stealth he learned called cloaking, another interesting piece of technology he wanted to try for himself.
As he soon saw, he was right on both accounts- there was a huge plateau to his right that he ducked behind. At that moment, with a heavy creaking sound, the time freeze lifted. Both the explosions were taking place at a far away distance, and Wile was horribly out of breath. His vision was spinning, and he felt like he was about to throw up...
I feel sick, he thought miserably- but he knew that the feeling was probably only brought from the nausea that the Agicalc was going to kill him, and that fact hung over his head like a cloud. So he crouched down into a little ball around his covered ankles and buried his head in. He was still breathing in and out, in and out. At any rate, I evaded the missiles, I... I think maybe using this power is causing the headaches. I shouldn't bother coming up with a name; it's too stupid- I mean I know its' there, though I don't know WHY, but it IS. And the more I use it, the more better it gets... I saw that! I was able to actually slow down those missiles... only long enough to get away. But does mean that the Agicalc might not even know that I'm here?
Just the thought sparked some optimism in his gaunt, skinny skeleton-built frame; he could use this opportunity to take down the Agicalc once and for all!
He's up at the top of this... he thought. So Wile started to climb the rock walls, easier without the rocket boots, though he knew if he had them, he could just rocket to the top. But then he'd make too much noise, and as he discovered he made little to no noises when climbing up walls. Once he started the climb, he was kicking rubbles down behind him. Both ears were lowered... and his neck was itching. He really didn't have other choice- If he took either of his paws away he'd drop, and alert the Agicalc to his presence.
Wile E. Coyote finally caught his second wind as he reached the edge; his head felt clear, and had a brilliant idea cooking.
He didn't see anything on the top, but sitting at the far end of the plateau happened to catch his eye. For a split second, it was all there was; but, he wondered, why he didn't see anything. The wind whistled from below and blew up from the deep west of the planet's quadrant, hitting against both the giant canyon rock... with a light-sand storm.
The sand storm didn't deter Wile who wanted to get a closer look at the object, and he got his wish, unexpectedly. The light sandstorm didn't expose anything, only that in the speedy current of dust kicked into the air there were a few loose pebbles no bigger than Wile's claws that kept making a bizzare clanking sound in front of him, like they were bumping into an object that was unseen, but they were brushed aside.
The sandstorm died.
Wile was still holding onto a pebble and tossed it out at the "Unseen space". The pebble flew like a tiny fly, and was abruptly stopped. it just stopped right in mid-air.
Wile took a deep breath, and shook his head. "Cloaking will get you nowhere."
As if he uttered a spell, the veil had been lifted, and the Agicalc was fully exposed.
" - Analysis - " it began. " - Increased Time delay, quicker reflexes, manipulation, increased range of powers to cause a secondary side effect of strained mental activity - Strategy master - using the walls as your shields - Increased awareness of out-of-place elements in environment - Confirmed - Well done - mutt - here - "
"The WHOLE thing was a test?" gawked Wile, in disbelief of the entire ordeal he faced. The Agicalc didn't answer; both of its disjointed arms and flipped, and out of the stubs a beam shot between them, connecting each end. Wile guessed it was "producing" something... but what?
The next thing to happen was that the machine produced a large rod. Made entirely out of a silver element, and at the tip was a weird looking ornament made of many floating golden rings that had small glowing blue orbs at the end.
Wile blinked twice and asked, "W-What is it?"
"- Your weapon. And also, a way for you to channel all that energy you build up - " said the Agicalc. " - To put it simply, it's a Scepter that runs on special kind of ether energy, drawing in and releasing Quantum Particles simultaneously. - I personally made it, because I looked in the records and heard about this nice game that made such a fictional weapon - but that matters not - in the event that you passed - It is yours - "
Wile grabbed it. As he stood it straight, it was a might taller than he was. A long pole that he needed to use two hands to hold horizontally, but one when holding it vertically, and it he felt right for taking it, enduring that insanity.
"Thanks, I guess..." he sighed.
" - Do not grant me your gratification just yet - " the machine said, now causing Wile to be on edge. " - In two days you will fight me - "
And there he goes again, thought the jackal. There was something that was bothering him.
"Question. This going to be anything like Amalockh's other fanfic?"
The machine babbled, " - NO, it's not! it's completely different. It won't be crazy complicated - It's COMPLETELY different than the other one."
Wile sighed. "Good."
That evening, Wile was just a little afraid, sitting outside his little base hovel. He was having trouble falling asleep; but he decided to just forget it and do what would've been more beneficial. He grabbed the staff he trained into the night.
Time Hold IS a good name. Yeah. I think I'll keep it.
(Note: Yep, completely different story)