You know what's easier than writing? Not writing. And you know what I've been doing for the past while? Not writing. I have a serious procrastination problem, my dudes. But! In any case!
Who's seen the movie trailers and/or the season 8 sneak peek? Tell me in the comments what your thoughts are on those :)
Comment Reviews:
Ebony umbreon - Haha, yeah. I wonder if Cole and Ronin are onto Kai who is onto them who are onto him. :)
CHEESEPUFF - That's a lot of questions. But I'll try to answer what won't be answered in the story: Of COURSE Brad, Gene, and Lloyd hung out at Doomsday Comics. And I'm sure they'll continue to do so after they reunite. Yes, new Lloyd has old Lloyd's memories. But he doesn't need the walking stick because that was something old Lloyd needed. New Lloyd has no injuries or physical weaknesses or wounds. My name is pronounced MY-lay. I know, it's weird. Yeah, Morro's with them. Thanks! :)
TheAmberShadow - Yeah, it looks good. Books usually are better than movies. Probably make-up and stuff.
PixelatedNinjas - Congrats on catching up! AWWW, making me blush! You guys and your compliments! THANKS! :)
And...enjoy!
She opened her mouth, and more of the blue-purple twinkles of light escaped. They attacked and subdued all that surrounded her, and no sooner than the fight had begun, it was already over.
She got rope and tied them together, keeping her head low and hands steady.
None of them were conscious enough to object, and she feared that the weakest one had simply died.
The next step was, to take these lowlifes to the police. Then her job was done, and she could return to the hospital and stay by Echo/Zane's side where she belonged.
…
She shook her head. No thinking about him at such a time. She was Wisp-er right now. Wisp-er didn't think about Echo/Zane. Wisp-er didn't even know the guy. Wisp-er only knew justice.
For someone of her caliber, hauling a squad of drug dealers to the police station a few blocks away was a piece of cake. And no one saw her, since it was so late, so that was another plus. The ropes were tied tight enough to prevent any of the dealers from escaping, but she duct-taped them to the light pole outside the station as a precaution.
The only problem was that her Wisp sense was tingling.
There was a metallic figure in a nearby alley, one too shady and suspicious for her to willingly brave it. So she stayed where it was well-lit, right in front of the police station, and allowed the person to come to her...supposing they even did, of course.
Maybe she was just paranoid about the guy. Probably just an average citizen. Still, she couldn't let down her guard.
The mysterious person wound up proving her right. They walked towards her with slow and heavy steps. There was a disconcerting aura about them, yet familiar all the same.
"What brings you out here?" came the person's voice.
Cryptor. Of course.
She didn't turn around to face him. Maybe there was still hope of salvaging her secret identity. "I am just doing my civic duty, stranger."
"I should hope that after all these years," Cryptor huffed. "You and I would be more than just strangers...Miss Borg."
The vigilante stiffened at the mention of her identity. She rushed up to him, and clamped a glowing purple-blue hand on his mouth. Wisp-er shushed him harshly.
The robot shoved her off, his deep red eyes unrelenting. "Of course," he cooed in a sarcastically sympathetic tone. "Your secret is safe with me. Though if I may - it would do you well to research what a superhero costume looks like, because I do not believe a mere hoodie counts."
Wisp-er buried her face in the very shirt he scrutinized, embarrassed and annoyed. "I did not ask for your opinion, Cryptor. And I am not a superhero."
He said nothing, and the both of them started walking. It was getting late, after all, and both of them had the same idea that it was best to head back.
"What have you come for?" Wisp-er asked. "Come to COLLECT me? Borg set you up to this, I assume."
Cryptor shot as nasty a glare as his robot face would allow. "It is Skylor, actually. She has contacted your phone with a request. Though you left your phone at home, which is why I am here to inform you."
The Wisp frowned. "I can guess."
"I am sure."
"So I take it they need me back at the treehouse?"
"It seems so."
A pause. "How is Echo?"
"Zane," Cryptor corrected.
"Regardless. How is he?"
"His condition has not improved," Cryptor said. "As expected. I find your sense of false hope humouring, WISP-ER."
The android leaned in to get a look at what expression she sported in response.
Upon closer look, Cryptor saw more details about her Wisp form than ever before. One of those details being, of course, the wicked yet faint lines along her skin.
They glowed a different shade of blue-purple, and he wouldn't have noticed them if he hadn't been looking closely. The markings had an uncanny resemblance to...to…
Anacondrai tattoos.
Should he have expected any different from Miss Pixal Borg? Surely at least some respect for her fellow Creatures. This really was a new low for the miss.
Although if she was doing it to hide from both her father AND the Serpentines, what was a more ingenious hiding spot than right under the poachers' noses?
Cryptor bit his mechanical tongue and let it slide. Perhaps this would be good intel to use against her in the long run.
They walked along the road in silence.
Wisp-er allowed her skin to fade to its normal hue. There was no real point in keeping up her alias at this moment. She was back to Pixal again.
She checked her skin. Sometimes, when she switched between forms, the concealer she used to hide her tattoos would smudge or fade. Good thing she kept extra, but it still was a general pain to have to slather herself in that gross stuff more than she needed to.
Thank God. The concealer was as it was supposed to be.
"So Anacondrai, huh?" blurted the robot at her side.
She flailed for a moment of chaotic surprise. "W-what?! Me? Anacondrai? Unlikely."
Cryptor glowered at her. "Given the tattoos, it is less unlikely than one would think."
She pursed her lips, about ready to smack him upside the head and run the other direction to never be seen again. But instead, she gave a mere sigh of defeat. "You saw them. I suppose I will have to get better with my makeup skills."
Cryptor shrugged. "You always were bad at things like makeup and other feminine things. I blame that on your lack of a mother." He had struck a sensitive cord with her and he knew it. "But if you are wondering, I do not see your tattoos. I cannot even tell they are there in your human form. There is a faint glow in your Wisp form, however."
"If only they made Wisp concealer," grumbled the Wisp Switch. She chuckled. Cryptor didn't. It was awkward.
The walk continued on, and not a word was spoken between them. For a short moment, Pixal had almost forgotten why and where they were walking - until the large mall-like hospital erupted into her field of vision.
Onward to that sad little hospital room, where she would meet up with her sad little father, who would take her to the jet. Then she would arrive at the sad little treehouse filled with sad little people and show them the sad little video Jay had made.
Or…
She WAS half-Wisp, wasn't she? And Wisps could fly, couldn't they? Better than facing Mr. Borg, that was for certain.
Her skin got its glow back, her eyes hollowed out, and she prepared to turn back and take flight.
"Wait!" Cryptor shouted.
"What?" Her Wisp voice was raspy and strange.
He spoke with a heavy tone of disgust. "What do you think you are doing, Miss Borg?"
She flashed a cheeky grin. Screw him, and her father, and his stupid jet. She could fly to Jamanakai if she wanted, all on her own. She wouldn't get there till almost morning, but that didn't matter. She didn't need them.
The sudden pulse of adrenaline and independence flushed her cheeks. "Going to Jamanakai."
And with that, she was off.
