Amanda: Good morning all readers and viewers! I hope you are having a great weekend so far, and I also hope you got special plans for your father or your important male-figure in your life for Father's Day (which for me, not mostly; my father's away for a trip, but I will make him something as a belated-present). Now, before Dragonite comes here to irrarting me again, like she always do when she became impatient, some reviews must be mentioned...
Starlight AT! It's great to hear from you again, including Marta and now Hikari! Yay, the more the merrier! You got some comments in which I will like to point out in a short-summary though it might be long (which I hope it's not).
First off, I will admit that Exdeath and Kuja sound a bit out of their character (I tried my best!), but you got to keep in mind that the only reason they allied with Ultimecia so that they can get to their respective enemies and return back where they left off from the last cycle. That explains the Part II's title "The Certain Fate Repeated", because the 589 group got separated again, and this time, my twin sister is involved! At least it was not boring and spamming.
Also to keep in mind: the only Warriors of Chaos who are definitely "aware" of my twin sister's abilities are Garland, the Emperor (aka Mateus), Ultimecia, Sephiroth (which that will be explained at the end of Part III when I get that far), and of course, Chaos. So yes, Hikari, the dark knight did acknowledge his experience battling her to the villains, but not all of them, only to the high-ranked villains, who are Mateus and Ultimecia at this point. The time witch adds that through her spying mission as a head-chef (see Part I, Chap 4), she learned that the new warrior was to travel with the 589 group. She get the tree-warlock and the genome mage to help her execute the separation plot. I wasn't sure why I decided that Ultimecia didn't bother to tell Exdeath or Kuja more about the warrior, including her "summoning" abilities. But then I thought I liked to show some elements of surprise just to keep the story more fun and interesting.
Yes, Bartz is still, no matter how much bravery he contains in his heart, a Running-Away-From-Danger-Man, and I still love him. He better be brave for Marisa when she returns to his side. I agree, Marta, dancers lack of defenses and weapons, but her high levels of luck counterfeits her weakness and explains why she persists surviving the tree-warlock's Void.
I'm thinking of going back to the Crystal World again, and yes Hikari, it is that beautiful. So beautiful I would stay here for a day just to sketch some crystals they got there. But then the manikins would come to break away my moment of peace. Yep, manikins are super annoying and pains in the asses. Luckily there're weaker leveled clones there, but as time progress, I feared that my twin-sister will be challenged by more perhaps stronger manikins when the group reaches for the castle...
But no more spoilers here from now on! Where is Dragonite at this time of hour?!
*door opened, enter Dragonite with breakfast and cups of coffee*
Dragonite: Sorry I'm late; I finally got breakfast for my talented and artistic guardian! Did I miss another JTC encounter?
Amanda: Actually, I was about to continue the story immediately after you said the disclaimer.
Dragonite: Again?
Amanda: Unless you want to meet the musical-inspiring JTC who sings compassionately from her heart-
Dragonite: *suddenly got excited* Musical?!
*to readers* Dear Readers, while you read my guardian's first ever long-planned fan fiction, please keep in mind that she never, or never tried, claimed all Final Fantasy characters or the concept and creation of Final Fantasy Dissidia. Those belong respectively to the Square Enix Company who brought her great inspiration of doing this fan fiction. However, her story timelines, plot and original characters (aka OCs) respectively belong to her for she creates them in order to strengthen her ideal theory.
Amanda: Well, that got her attention...
Final Fantasy Dissidia 014: Juxtaposition Theory
Part II: The Certain Fate Repeated
Chapter 5: New Members of the Cast and a Grand Musical Performance
"…and that is how I was able to defeat the manikins based on my favorite color schemes and other artistic elements."
During their walks in the Crystal World, Amanda concluded her explanation to Bartz about how she fights and applies her recent art-related experiences to the battlefield, including discussing her most used color schemes, like the Complementary Scheme she used on the Kuja-manikin, and how her love of charcoal gives her quite an advantage of gaining evasion and strength. The mime, although burning up questions in his mind, control his confusion and kept an open mind during the lecture.
"Do you have any questions?" the fanartist expects the mime to shoot out some.
"Actually yes, how did Cecil react when you fought him?" asked Bartz with sudden curiosity.
"How did Cecil reacted…" The mime's question recalls Amanda a memory of those demonstrating lessons the paladin provided her, along remembering a weekly battle round she and he engaged.
"Well," she then spoke. "After our sparring, he asked me some concerning questions. One of them was do I have a transformation ability, and another was am I a Red Mage who fights physically and casts spells magically, almost at the same time. He was right about me being a Red Mage, since my physical and magical strengths coexist in my abilities. I use my hand to draw stuff, that's physical. And my mind would attempt to imagine how my drawn objects would come to life, that's magic. However, he was wrong about me having a transform ability unless he was referring to my color shifts from pastels and charcoals…"
"Oh." was all Bartz replied.
Actually, the fanartist lied to herself on the last thought. She does have a transform ability due to her ability of cosplaying as her JTCs and with the inspiring guide that is her ideal Juxtaposition Theory, but she will not tell Bartz or any of the Cosmos Warriors yet. That time will come, and she promised Krystal that.
Now, as she thinks more about it, Amanda will have no choice when they reached to the genome brothers and their repeated conflict. Soon later, she will have the tell the mime about her next...
She shakes the unnecessary worried thought out from her head and finished her answer to the mime. "Yep, that's how the paladin reacted. At least he never judged a book by its cover. More questions for me?"
"Is that how you start the show? You hardly broke a leg…" a cold but elegant voice boomed the fanartist's ear-drums.
"I beg your pardon?" Amanda asked Bartz, confused.
"What? I didn't say anything," assured the mime when he earned a concerning look from his comrade. "I think it's coming from there," he pointed.
The duo looked straight at the crystal platform where the disturbance came from. There was a yellow-orange oddly shaped crystal that floats about in the air within the violet circle which continually rotates. On the platform in front of it holds Zidane in his fighting-mode, his pair of Mage Mashers swing about in his hands. As the fanartist expected earlier, the monkey-boy continues battling his genome brother with a few rumble rushes and a couple of tidal flames. Kuja, a sliverette dressed in flowing violet-lavender garments, levitating slightly and never touching the ground, summoned a few spells that would trapped Zidane even more.
The singing voice that Amanda and Bartz heard almost all day grows more loudly with such intensity and tone. The fanartist now recognized the song and she recalls that one of her JTC warriors, who represents the conflict between the genome brothers, had guided them to this place and time. Now it's made sense to me, she thought to herself, the Demon of Life wants us to go there. Now I had to return the favor.
"You're not getting away, Kuja!" shouted Zidane as he chase him with his mashers which they glow in an aura-enchanted bright red-violet and spins his way to his target without fail (Grand Lethal).
Gathering speed and buying time, Amanda grabbed Bartz by the hand and make for the nearest violet crystal pillar close to them, hiding from sight. She loathes of running away, but she must make some mental preparations before she intervene the fight between the genome brothers. Also, she needs to tell Bartz about her plan before the mime fall himself into confusion. The time is now, she concluded, they will all find out eventually and I will begin with the mime.
"Amanda, we got to help Zidane," said Bartz, almost to the point of distress.
"And we will," the fanartist assured him. She took a big breath and then said, "Okay, here's the plan: You recalled of seeing Marisa, the gypsy dancer, while Exdeath fought us in battle, right?"
"Huh yeah, but what she's had to do with this situation right now?"
"Bartz, I have a confession to make: I was that gypsy dancer."
The mime just stared at her with dumbfoundness. "Wait, what?"
"Just listen to me," Amanda spilled the beans. "Apparently, when I fight a real Chaos Warrior, someone within me will have this sudden urge to get out from my mind, my subconscious, and fight that warrior to attempt to resolve the conflict. It happened the same way when I battled Garland, and the warrior within me saved my life. That parallels how Marisa saved me from the Void and protects you from the warlock. Now, you're going to meet someone new."
"Really, I- I don't understand…"
"Do you learn things visually?" the fanartist then asked.
"Yeah, I can learn things visually." Bartz answered, with still astonishement.
"Sweet! In that case, just stay here behind this crystal pillar, and watch me." With that, Amanda quietly climbed up the crystal pillar and stays put while watching the fight below, waiting for the right cue to appear. Meanwhile, Bartz obeyed his friend, and likewise, watch Zidane fight his genome brother.
Zidane was about to land his final blow upon his brother, but Kuja caught him by surprise with his holy orbs surrounding him.
"There, now!" With a loud snap from his fingertips, his holy orbs cast a large flare on the monkey-boy and fire him back from where he started (Snatch Blow), canceling his landfall.
"Oh Zidane, I'm very disappointed…" Kuja pause his casting round of spells when most of them did the job he wanted. The sliverette mage remained floated above the yellow-orange platform as he continues his line, "I was looking forward to hear your monologue of despair. How awful you forgotten your cue."
"Why should I talk to myself about my despair? What do I have anything to say about that?" asked Zidane, weary from the spells that bombarded him so.
"Look around you," the mage waved his arms to show the world that they are in. "There are no friends or allies here to help you. You are alone once again, helpless and weak before me. I think this is your cue to say your part in this drama tragedy."
"And I think this is my cue to intervene my brothers' fight," said the songful female voice inside of Amanda's mind who guided them all this time to lend them here. "I must express my monologue of concern."
"Your time of cue is not too far, Tyra Arisa," the fanartist mentally replied to her. "But allow me to exchange my words with Kuja before you began your act."
"I shall be patient and vigilant for your signal," Tyra replied. "Until then, my hostess who appreciates such beautiful music, let my songful words guide you through your performance."
"I thank you for that, by the way. I won't make you wait for long." Amanda kept that promise. She only waited for a few seconds before Kuja finished his final words.
"Shall my grand entry be spectacle…" the fanartist shouted in his inner-actress voice as she jumped from the pillar's peak, charging her charcoal magic. She then descends to the platform and reached contact on its surface.
"And capture my audience's attention with a bang!" When she landed, she made a shaken earthquake upon the crystal platform while she spins her blade around her. The blade slide the ground with such friction that it causes the charcoal dust to launch out from the ground and bring its impact upon the two genome brothers (Smeared Charcoal).
Zidane somehow saw that coming and immediately in a kink of timing dodged the smoke, and hid behind the crystal pillar where the mime was hiding.
"Bartz, sweet mother of Gaia you're okay, and the lady too!" exclaimed the monkey-boy when he hugged his friend and quickly let go. "We got to help her and-"
"No, Zidane," the mime got hold of the monkey's arm and make him stay put. "Stay here and let Amanda battle your brother."
The mime thought he was the only Cosmos Warrior who has confusion painted all over his face, but it seems that Zidane shared the same style. "Wait, why?" he asked.
"You will see," the mime assured him as he peeks from the pillar. Zidane did the same, both curious and worried about their lady-friend.
Kuja, without any expectancy of a counterattack, took most of the fanartist's smear and temporary become blind. With extra time given, Amanda uses them to figure out some color weaknesses she can use against the feathered mage. Based on the colors on Kuja's fashion; plum violets, golden yellows embroidered his vest, flowing white-lavender sleeves, and a white-blue feather on his head, the garments hinted Amanda to perform a simple warm colored analogous scheme, just like how the Crystal World colored. Not only so because it counterfeits the fashion but also conflicts the mage's cold brittle personality.
Just like the manikin in indigo I've faced earlier, but only the real deal, she said in her mind.
"How dare you to interrupt me," Kuja argued when he gained sight of the fanartist. "I was in the middle of my performance-" He stopped suddenly and took a great look at Amanda, recognizing the features. "Oh, you're the new member of the cast," he then said as he landed upon the platform.
"I'm glad you recognized me, Kuja," the fanartist said. "Yes, I am recently a new Warrior of Cosmos. Your sudden reaction surprised me that Garland hadn't told you about me, or even Exdeath or Ultimeica for that manner. Such allies you have."
"My dear, we are well aware. We haven't got a name of you or what you're capable of. Although, I did hear bad reviews of you, being an inexperienced warrior and all."
"Well then, do you perhaps happen to have an audition opening so I can try to redeem myself?" Amanda posed her battle mode, sticking her Charcoal Blade in front of her, ready to fight. "I promised you, pretty boy, you'll have one hell of a ride."
With all frankness, Kuja has no such interested of the new warrior nor did he ever cared. Nevertheless, the small mage will battle her, and get her out-of-the-way so he can resume his play with the monkey-boy.
"Show me what you got, my dear," he replied.
"Start me," the fanartist insisted.
"With most pleasure. Watch this!" After that final phrase, Kuja immediately summoned a serious of bright energy orbs upon Amanda while at the same time, he rises in the air and continued to summon more (Strike Energy). As the orbs around him swing about, the fanartist apply her short observations, putting them to the test. "Lovely, no?" he smirked a smile while watching her reaction to the orbs.
"Get ready, Tyra," Amanda mentally said to her JTC.
"Interesting... Familiar hues combined," With her Charcoal Blade, she reflect some of the orbs to gain elbow room, and then charged her blade with bright red-orange and yellow hues and, like a pencil, sketch a line in an air (Analogous Scheme). The mage levitates over where he stand, watching the girl drawing bright lines forming into an asterisk star.
"What she is doing? Not waiting to find out." Kuja summoned holy orbs around him and cast them around her again (Snatch Blow). "Come on, dear, dance with me." Amanda noticed the orbs coming at her and attempted a successful dodge away from them.
"Harmonize, with discord!" Then, with the fanartist sword's sudden stab to the ground when she lands, the bright star she sketched launched itself immediately upon Kuja and burns him with such intensity and pure strength (Colorful Theory). The warm colors from the star conflicts the mage's cold-blooded personality that he stunned, grounded to the platform, and cancels his spells, trying to regain back his strength.
"Argh! What in the name of Terra is this magic?!" the sliverette mage blurted out.
This is now the time for Amanda cue change. She wasted no time as she mentally shouted, "Now Tyra, the Demon of Life and Genome Sister of Kuja and Zidane, take over!"
As perfectly on cue, the golden almond-shaped crystal transitionally appears within Amanda as she dramatically collapses to the ground. The aura of the Garnet Eye glows brightly like the star and swallowed the fanartist in. In a gracefully manner, the crystal slowly spit out another young woman.
Both Bartz and Zidane gasped in surprise as they witness the transition, but dared not to attempt interrupting the process.
"She's gorgeous! Who is that breathtaking woman?" asked the mime while he blushed his face with attraction.
"No," the monkey-boy couldn't believed his eyes. "This can't be..."
Tyra Arisa, out of the crystal, presents herself with such beauty and flowing garments similar to Kuja's, only in different oppositional colors. Instead of white lavender violet, her long flowing sleeves colored in a dark velvet red, which descends from black to that hue, and behind her hips follows a bright red cape with golden jewelry accents. What's physically makes Tyra oppositional from her brother is her red-velvet hair; the hair frames her face with side bangs that almost resembles as feathers, and behind her head a long red feather hidden within the hair but still visible to see. For some people who would know her would call her a modern pirate queen. Tyra's left eye was covered with a decorate eye-patch, and although she looks femininity pretty, her porcelain face scarred with a couple of cuts. But she's not like any other traditional pirate that loot gold and treasure. No, Tyra is a kind of pirate, a demonic pirate that is, who steals Death's chances of gaining another soul in repayment of her sudden death experience. And unlike any pirate, she sings like a graceful opera singer as she appears herself before her brother, who recovers from his moment of being blind by the pastel dust.
"Kuja, my dear brother," she speaks in a songlike voice to Kuja, who instantly looks at his new opponent who somehow knows him. "Why must our father continue to control you like a puppet?"
"Who are you, and how did you know me?" Kuja demanded.
"Don't you recognize me, Kuja? I've ever been longing to see you my dear brother. I'm your sister, separated from you and Zidane by the fate that our father fallen upon us, and controlled us as if we were his slaves. He has no love for his children, only hate and treated us like property. Because of him, I became so sinful and lustful that I almost died from a dramatic situation that would have cost me my life. But I have realized the error of my ways and survived with a second chance in my grasp. Now, allow me to save you from the certain fate, and avoid what is come to you before it's all too late."
The small mage, though surprised and now remembered his sister, shows no amusement with this little dialogue. "I do not need your help Tyra, and I had already accepted my fate that is. No matter how you tried, you can never-"
"The fate you are referring to is not what I mean…"
Tyra seriously starts to sing and ascends her sound as she continues, "the fate I mean is what will occur, if you continued to serve under our father and under the god of discord. Like me you will realize the main error of your ways and come forgivingly to the light…"
Then, when she sings again, a shot of sounding waves force out her mouth and swam through the mage.
"For this is the night…" Another wave shot and surrounds Kuja.
"When we will reunite…" Another one shoots out likewise, then finally,
"As one!"
As Tyra holds out that last beginning note with pure force, the waves create a chilling and forceful vibration that shook the mage with such astonishment his ears bleed from the sounding waves (Force Vibration).
After experiencing the first attack, Kuja knew that fighting back is his cue. When he shook up the musical vibration that still rings in his ears, the sliverette floated back up and summons a collection of bright shiny rings toward his sister one ring at the time (Ring Holy).
"Now listen…" Tyra continually sings as she shot a bright garnet ray of fire against one of the holy rings and reflect it (Garnet Flames).
"My dear brother…" Another flame shot out from her hand, canceling the upcoming ring attack.
"I know that you are brave to accept your fate…" She summons a trio of garnet flames to tackle away the other three rings. While Kuja continues to sling the rings defensively, the pirate singer persists on.
"But why… did you bother… to be so sudden and haste rather than to wait…"
For every ring summoned, a garnet flame counterfeits it, and Tyra sings with such passion that even Amanda, who's safe inside the singer's subconscious, was taken away by the starting performance. Bartz and Zidane, dumbfounded and spellbounded once more, watch the whole thing behind the crystal pillar, somewhat enjoying the show.
"For did you…" Tyra sings more with intensity and power as more flames guided her safely. "Already know… of what will be lying just before you?
Deception… soon will show… of what you think may not be completely true…"
Kuja had enough of spamming the songful woman with his holy rings. Instead, the small mage decided to bombard her with his spells like he did on Zidane, and he started by dropping a group of ultraviolet orbs over Tyra (Ultima).
"Just go away, Tyra!" he shouted to his sister as the orbs landed over her. They did not miss, but they did not overtake her. Rather than being destroyed by a simple spell, she came out from the ultima-aftermath with two bright yellow feather-shaped swords in her hands. The cutlasses looked so illusional, so deceptive as Kuja's loyality to the god of discord, but so true and bright as Tyra's flaming passion.
"All your thoughts… all your hopes… all your dreams… they can be so deceptive…"
As Tyra sings from her heart, she swings her swords toward her brother, one slash for every musical phrase she sings (Blades of Passion). Although the cutlasses illusional, they looked real enough to tackle Kuja with pain and perhaps a degree burn. Ignoring the impact the small mage encountered, he persists on with his ultima spell and try to trap her, wearying her out.
Meanwhile, still using her blades of passion, Tyra continues to sing her monologue of concern.
"For you…" A sword on her right slashes horizontally across Kuja's chest, and dodged an ultraviolet orb.
"They can trick you…" Another slash from her left went descendingly across the mage's overall figure and a few orbs missed their target.
"And deceive you…" Suddenly, her right cutlass stabbed Kuja in the chest and her left cutlass holds itself vertically across his pale neck. "And you will be conceptive…"
How... how can this be?! the sliverette mage aguishly thought as he got held by the imaginary cutlasses. Without any time for Kuja to respond, Tyra immediately performs her last battling act with a sword-dancing combo (Dramatic Swordsplay) and sings the final refrain of her monologue with fast controllable speed:
"Of your foolishness and selfishness that thrives you sudden to your fate,
"But before we know it time has shown it it was already been too late,
"However there is time for me to rhyme my hopes of your redemption,
"And hopefully you'll see clearfully of this longing deception…"
As she sings the final note with a steadied pitch, Tyra criss-cross her swords upon Kuja and the dancing flames came out from them in a passionate manner while she holds the significant note. In response of the blow, Kuja collapsed to the floor, unable to move or summon any more spells. Because of this and the singing demon's act was performed perfectly, the magical genome tasted defeat.
Bartz and Zidane froze, still magically attached by the overall show. They wanted to applause her, but didn't for they did not want to blow away their hiding place. They reminded hidden until it was safe to come out, which it was not the time yet.
"Everyone deserves a second chance," the pirate queen said, still in a songful voice but no longer that musical. As she dismiss her illusional weaponry, she went to her brother, kneeling down before him as she continued, "That is, if those who really want it should not waste it. As your sister, Kuja, I only want the best for you, and I will respect you if you decided to go on with your fate. I only wanted to bring you awareness and advise you to take your time and not make any haste decisions. Just be sure that this is what you really want, and let nothing stop you from reaching it. In the meantime, until you made your decision, I will not take no as your referral."
Kuja looks up to Tyra, his eyes wearied from the fight and his mixed emotions as he heard his sister's plea. Then, he saw her hand holding out to him, but he made no movement of his own.
Instead, with tiny tears forming in his pale-blue eyes, the sliverette mage said, "Tyra, do not take this the wrong way. I appreciate your concern of me, and you were very close to convince me without a bad effort. Although you are still motivated to give me another chance for redemption, I'm afraid there'll be no sequel that tells that story of me. I am still haunted by my fate, along with my morality."
"But you are still capable of performing the moment of your redemption," Tyra assured as she kneeled closer to her brother with her hand on his shoulder. "I had seen it before and I know that you did before. And you can do it again, for your brother, for me, for-"
Suddenly, the smoggy dark blue-violet aura appears over Kuja as it slowly overtook him.
"You win, be happy that you did!"
"What?!"
Realizing the feathered mage's transition, he pushed Tyra away from him to save her from the aura.
With shocked in her face, Tyra called for him, "Kuja, no!" She reached her hand but it was too late to reach him. The aura grows larger enough to swallow her brother in.
Before the small mage disappears within it, he said to his sister, "I am sorry, Tyra, but this is the fate I must accept, for both of us. Let me be alone and you can give me one more chance if we ever cross paths again…" With the final words closing the final act of the play, Kuja vanished without a trace.
"Kuja!"
A tear begin to shed away from Tyra's opened eye as she witness her brother's separation from her, again, and quickly turned into a small waterfall of ironic defeat. She won the fight against her brother and saved Zidane from possible peril, but lost of putting redemption in his sight. Cried for a minute, her moment of sorrow ended quick. She stood up and glazed at the red-violet sky, with pride and hope that somehow one day she and Kuja will reunite.
"You will get your second chance, Kuja," the opera singer then said. "Whether you want it or not, I will give it to you. That's the promise." She was about to return back to Amanda's mind for rest, but the she was stopped.
"Tyra, don't return back to me yet," the fanartist said when she felt the conflicting urge. "Go to Zidane and let him know that he and his brother are not alone. He is behind that crystal pillar."
The pirate queen obeyed her hostess, and went to the pillar that was the boys' hiding place. She founded not only her little brother, but also the mime who is stunned by the appearance of another warrior that he barely knew about. Yet, despite the scratches and the eyepatch, the mime still found her gorgeous.
"Zidane, my dear little brother," Tyra started to speak to the monkey-boy. "You are alright and well, thank goodness."
"And the same to you, sis! I missed you!" Zidane immediately hugged his sister and cried. He was not thinking about Amanda at all since emotions overtook him for that moment. "And that was one swell of a spectacular performance you did! We all applauded for you."
"I miss you too, and thank you for congratulating me." the pirate queen returns the hug back, embracing the sibling love she had so eager to have. "And although I would love to continue on this reunion, I'm afraid that I had to go."
That ended Zidane's blast of bliss immediately. "But, why?"
"There will always be time for explanations, my dear brother," Tyra gently breaks the hug and stroked Zidane's cheek, wiping away a tear from his face. "But for the time being, I just want to let you know that you and Kuja are never alone. As long you hear the sound of my voice, you are still strong as your friends believed, including me. Can you remember that for your big sister?"
"I will. I promised!" The monkey-boy hugged his sister again.
Tyra displayed a smile as the aura of her crystal appears within her. With a gentle nudge, Zidane released her and saw her going back within the Garnet Eye.
"Then, I will see you soon, Zidane, when we meet Kuja once more. Always remember, you are not alone…" As her final words of the act, Tyra disappears within the Garnet Eye, and soon after, Amanda appears out of it and the crystal aura dissolved.
As the mime and the monkey-boy stood there dumbfounded more than ever, Amanda finally said, "Heh, I'm assuming right now you'll all need an explanation for all of this bullshit," with a smile afterwards.
End of Part II, Chapter 5
Dragonite: *sobbed and clapped her hand to applause* Such beauty, such passion, such musical means I witnessed in an opera-style Dissidia-based conflict. I love you, Tyra Arisa!
Amanda: I knew you would love her.
Dragonite: Can I get an encore, please?
Amanda: Just reread the chapter.
Dragonite: *rereads this chapter* Encore, ENCORE!
Amanda: *sighed* Music fangirls...
*to readers* Yep, end of the chapter! Now, I must take my break and figure out how my twin-sister explain her plan to the mime and monkey-boy, along with how she knows the JTCs beforehand. Please review and have a great weekend folks! :D