"Dimensional Whiplash"
By Aleenia Rheese

Chapter Seven - Can We Trust Her?

In Terra's World...

Figaro Castle

Edgar sat back, staring intently at the young girl who spoke of alternate worlds. Could she possibly be telling the truth? Or was it just a lie? The King had seen quite a few 'mythological' phenomenon as true fact... Take Espers, for one... Could this... Aleenia... truly be from another world?

"You expect us to believe that you come from an alternate dimension?" he asked, leaning towards the girl. She was almost as stunning as Terra. Lovely, in an exotic sort of way.

Dark eyes, hair, tanned skin, red lips...

Alie shook her head. "One, it's not really an alternate dimension; it's just a different one. And two: no, I don't expect you to take my explanations to heart." She smiled sadly. "But I do hope you'll have a little faith, your... uh... Majesty."

Terra smiled. "I feel that you're being truthful, Miss Rheese. Don't worry." Terra patted Alie's hand. Alie shook her head slowly, as if to clear it.

"You know, I'm not even sure if I believe it myself. But it's true, judging from the fact I'm sitting here, speaking to a group of..." she glanced around the table, "very varied people." She glanced at Mog. "And, ummm... creatures. But I have proof!" she said, remembering her laptop.

Remembering her laptop made her think of her glasses, which, at the time, weren't on her face. "Oh, Sabin?" She squinted at the big bear of a man. "Was I wearing glasses when you found me?"

"Uhhhhhh... nope." He shook his blond head, eyebrows drawn together.

Alie sighed. "Oh, great! I know I had my carrying case; that I have now." She placed her case on the long, rectangular table. "But where the hell did my glasses go? I can't see a," she looked at the little girl, who was gazing at her intently, "dannnnged… thing without them!" She drew out the word, aware of how it was 'inappropriate' for her to swear, especially in front of kids.

Squinting, she could just barely make out Edgar's fuzzy face, for he was about fifteen feet away. "Um, does anyone have a spare pair of glasses for someone with 60/60 vision?" Terra, the only person near enough for her to see clearly, gave her a puzzled look. "Um, everything at least fifteen feet away is all fuzzy. I'm nearly blind."

Alie smacked her forehead with her palm. "Never mind!" She pulled contacts out of her carrier's secret compartment, popped them in, and smiled. Then she felt stupid. Everyone was looking at her with expressions that screamed: YOU'RE NUTS!

"Ummmm..." she began, "about that proof... " She opened her case hastily.

Alie switched on the mini computer. 'Please type in Password,' said a mechanical voice from the small box. She typed in her password, Moonshed, and the same voice said, 'Welcome Aleenia Juliette Rheese. Please enter access code for all updates on Professor West's latest results on the 70499352 dash 5551690, Dimensional Teleportation files.'
Everyone in the room gathered around her, behind her, beside her. They all stared, wide-mouthed, at the glowing screen. "Okay. Avis, switch to vocal commands, please."

'Yes, ma'am.'

"Password is, Samisafreeloader." The screen beeped, and then a 3D diagram of the Teleporter came to view.

Every one of the Returners gasped as the disembodied voice spoke of the machine. 'The X-Z-23 is a prototype only. It is in the first stages of testing. It is Professor West's intention to send a camera-loaded Rover to another dimension, in hopes of it surviving the teleportation sequence.'

After Aleenia closed the laptop, Edgar looked her over, then smiled. "Your 'proof' is substantial, it appears. Let me introduce myself formally. This is my brother, Prince Sabin Figaro." He motioned to the large man, who nodded. "I am King Edgar Figaro." He took her hand and kissed it. She rolled her eyes.

Terra stepped forth, smiling at Alie's exaggerated gesture. "My name is, as you know, Terra Branford. It is nice to meet you." She shook Alie's hand. Terra nodded her head, high ponytail of green hair swaying.

"I'm Locke Cole," the man in the leather jacket said, giving Alie a grin and a mock bow.
The blond woman stepped forward. "I am Celes Chere-Cole. Locke is my husband," she said with a small smile.

The girl ran forward. "Relm Arronway! Nice to meetcha!" The old man conked her on the head with his walking stick (again). She glared at him, rubbing her skull. "He is my grandpa, Strag--OW!"

"My name, my dear, is Strago Magus. Relm is my smart-mouthed granddaughter."
The man in black garb approached. Alie had noted the way he had been looking at her earlier. "I am Clyde Arronway, but please call me Shadow."

"Arronway?" Alie asked.

"I am Relm's father." [Author's note: Me thinkest I forgot to mention this: Relm knows Clyde's her papa. :-D (lol)] The man gazed at her from under his hood, and over his mask. Relm slipped her hand into his.

"I'm Mog."

"Me Gau."

"My name be Cyan Garamonde."

"Setzer Gabbiani."

Alie looked at all of them. "Uh, Aleenia Jasmine Rheese at your service. I'm nothing special but..." She shrugged. "Ta da!"

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Well! I wonder what new wonders will be revealed next chapter?! I honestly don't know! Oh, what I said about contacting me, I meant. vampgirl0009@yahoo.com. Why was Clyde looking at Alie [based on me, of course] so intently? Does he have the hots for her? Will Alie ever find her glasses? Will I ever have a date in time for Stacy's party - I mean, until next chapter, same site, same fic!
NOTE: Yes, I changed Relm's age. Get over it.

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