AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks so much to everyone who has given me reviews,
especially;
Yuffie-Girl- keep updating! It's great!
Aylakat- Yep, that's right, I AM insane.
Sailor Leo- You keep updating too, you beginner of a revolution!
Psyco-Gotenks- I don't really know what's going to happen either.
Sage of Darkness- I have one thing to say to you- 'quelquefois je vais en fromage bleu'!
And once again thanks et merci to all the reviewers! This uncustomary, possibly unusual amount of updating is for you!
CHAPTER NINE
"If you were Alfador," mused Lucca, "where would you be?"
"Knowing Alfador, anywhere," Magus answered. "Hey, how come you get to drive?"
"Because I know more about the Epoch than you," was Lucca's answer.
"Good point. Good point," he allowed. "But I'm older."
"Yeah, so? Only by a couple of years. Now be quiet, I have to concentrate."
"Concentrate? You need all your driving skills to drift in the End of Time? I knew I should be driving..."
"Well, where do you want to go? When, what time? If you were Alfador would you have stayed in 12 000?"
"Where else do you expect a cat to go? Alfador's not a time- travelling kind of cat!"
Schala interrupted. "Is there a point to this argument?"
"Is there ever?" Lucca replied and set the controls for 12000 BC.
A detailed search of the entire area, including a very quick look in the Black Omen ("Alfador are you in here no good let's go"), yielded only the knowledge that there were no cats in this age. They returned to the End of Time to report their progress, not that they had made any.
When they walked over to main group Lucca said brightly, "Hello!"
Schala informed them, "Alfador is not in 12000 BC."
Magus' only comment was, "What is that doing in the End of Time?"
"You're not allowed to hurt me!" Flea was very quick to tell him. "I'm an ally, and good people don't attack their allies."
"Then it's your bad luck that I'm not good," Magus responded and started to move forwards.
"Magus, please don't kill people here," Lucca requested.
"It's only Flea," Magus replied, not taking his eyes off the magician. "No-one will miss her. Or him."
"Yes, but... killing people is nasty, Magus. It's a bad habit."
"Did you stop to ask yourselves that when you first began to kill Mystics? How much blood stains your hands? Hypocrites!" said Magus bitterly.
"It was in self-defence!" Marle insisted.
"So was mine. The king's army were out to get me, I killed them. Cyrus wanted to destroy me, I got there first. Flea and Slash were going to kill me. I've done you all a favour by getting rid of Slash. He would have killed you. Flea is merely a nuisance."
"Janus," said Schala, "I know not what you have gone through but I have seen enough killing to last me a lifetime. Please refrain from it unless absolutely necessary."
Magus glowered at Flea. "You live, but you have my sister's compassion to thank."
Crono had been thinking and now leapt to his feet. "I know where Alfador is!" he exclaimed.
"You do?" asked Magus with surprise.
"Yep! I have about five cats at home, and one of them looks and acts really strange," Crono explained. "Not only is it blue and purple, but it never purrs, it doesn't like other cats, and it really hates the cold. I don't know where it came from but it very well could be Alfador. Shall we go and have a look?"
Crono, Lucca, Marle, Frog, Robo, Ayla, Magus, Schala and Flea somehow managed to fit into the Epoch, which could only seat three people safely (four unsafely, if one wanted to brave the seat Lucca had added). Crono set the controls for 1000 AD, his present, and when they had arrived there landed near his house. The nine started walking to Crono's house. Magus stopped suddenly and a few steps later Schala also halted.
"What's the matter?" queried Crono, concerned.
"The black wind howls," Magus answered.
"Oh no, the black wind," said Marle sarcastically. "No-one else ever feels it, so I don't really think that-"
A sudden, sharp gust of cold wind knocked them all over. As he rose to his feet Magus observed drily, "The black wind doesn't like it when people don't believe in it."
"Something very bad is going to happen," Schala announced sadly as she helped others up.
"In my house?" cried Crono indignantly. He started striding to his house. Marle and Lucca took an arm each and dragged him back.
"If there's a battle, we need to prepare," Lucca reminded him.
"If there is to be a battle," Magus announced, "I will protect Schala and myself, and I will not work with you."
'Oh yes, you will,' thought Lucca evilly, putting a hand in her pocket to check that the blue rock was still there.
"There won't be a battle. Not in my house," declared Crono and, pulling free, ran to the door. The others followed at a run, or what passed for a run in their special cases. Schala also floated just above the ground when she 'ran'.
Crono burst into the room to be greeted with the familiar sight of his mother. She was cooking something at the stove. "Mum?" he asked, worried. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine, dear. Are you hungry? Leave your sword near the door, please, dear."
As Crono unbuckled his belt everyone else burst in. "Friends joining us for dinner?" wondered Crono's mother. "Oh, how lovely. Do they like cat casserole?"
"What?" Magus exclaimed. "No-one's eating Alfador!"
"You mean that pretty purple cat? He's for dessert!" cackled the Cleaning, Cat-Eating Monster pretending to be Crono's mother.
The battle which followed was hard. The Monster kept the illusion if Crono's mother so he didn't use magic to attack it and he couldn't reach his sword anyway. The Monster did something to Marle which made her crazy and the others were too busy trying to survive to heal her. The Monster was vulnerable only to magic which counted out Ayla and Robo. Magus, as he said he wouldn't, didn't help. Schala was trying to be a pacifist. Frog wasn't really strong enough magically but he tried. Lucca and Flea were left battling the Monster.
Flea tried something which worked and in return the angry Monster used an attack commonly known to its kind as "Clean Your Room, Naughty Child". This put Flea out of the battle and more out of frustration than anything else Lucca closed her hand around the blue rock, calling on the triple tech 'OmegaFlare'.
"What?" exclaimed Magus as he was dragged forwards. There was a blur of movement, none of them were ever sure of exactly what happened, they OmegaFlared, and Magus was well and truly drawn into the battle.
Even with the black triangles of Magus they were losing. Finally, but with great reluctance, Schala stepped in and used the ultimate magic attack, Dreamless. Three white triangles appeared and became a three- dimensional pyramid which rotated in the air. This attack finally succeeded in destroying the Monster and its last, dying move was directed at the person who had annoyed it the most- Lucca. It would have killed her had Magus not gotten in the way and been hit with it himself. He may have intentionally pushed her out of the way but to most of them it looked as though he had tripped over his cloak.
The Monster faded, and so did Magus.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hee hee. (evil, maniacal laughter)
Yuffie-Girl- keep updating! It's great!
Aylakat- Yep, that's right, I AM insane.
Sailor Leo- You keep updating too, you beginner of a revolution!
Psyco-Gotenks- I don't really know what's going to happen either.
Sage of Darkness- I have one thing to say to you- 'quelquefois je vais en fromage bleu'!
And once again thanks et merci to all the reviewers! This uncustomary, possibly unusual amount of updating is for you!
CHAPTER NINE
"If you were Alfador," mused Lucca, "where would you be?"
"Knowing Alfador, anywhere," Magus answered. "Hey, how come you get to drive?"
"Because I know more about the Epoch than you," was Lucca's answer.
"Good point. Good point," he allowed. "But I'm older."
"Yeah, so? Only by a couple of years. Now be quiet, I have to concentrate."
"Concentrate? You need all your driving skills to drift in the End of Time? I knew I should be driving..."
"Well, where do you want to go? When, what time? If you were Alfador would you have stayed in 12 000?"
"Where else do you expect a cat to go? Alfador's not a time- travelling kind of cat!"
Schala interrupted. "Is there a point to this argument?"
"Is there ever?" Lucca replied and set the controls for 12000 BC.
A detailed search of the entire area, including a very quick look in the Black Omen ("Alfador are you in here no good let's go"), yielded only the knowledge that there were no cats in this age. They returned to the End of Time to report their progress, not that they had made any.
When they walked over to main group Lucca said brightly, "Hello!"
Schala informed them, "Alfador is not in 12000 BC."
Magus' only comment was, "What is that doing in the End of Time?"
"You're not allowed to hurt me!" Flea was very quick to tell him. "I'm an ally, and good people don't attack their allies."
"Then it's your bad luck that I'm not good," Magus responded and started to move forwards.
"Magus, please don't kill people here," Lucca requested.
"It's only Flea," Magus replied, not taking his eyes off the magician. "No-one will miss her. Or him."
"Yes, but... killing people is nasty, Magus. It's a bad habit."
"Did you stop to ask yourselves that when you first began to kill Mystics? How much blood stains your hands? Hypocrites!" said Magus bitterly.
"It was in self-defence!" Marle insisted.
"So was mine. The king's army were out to get me, I killed them. Cyrus wanted to destroy me, I got there first. Flea and Slash were going to kill me. I've done you all a favour by getting rid of Slash. He would have killed you. Flea is merely a nuisance."
"Janus," said Schala, "I know not what you have gone through but I have seen enough killing to last me a lifetime. Please refrain from it unless absolutely necessary."
Magus glowered at Flea. "You live, but you have my sister's compassion to thank."
Crono had been thinking and now leapt to his feet. "I know where Alfador is!" he exclaimed.
"You do?" asked Magus with surprise.
"Yep! I have about five cats at home, and one of them looks and acts really strange," Crono explained. "Not only is it blue and purple, but it never purrs, it doesn't like other cats, and it really hates the cold. I don't know where it came from but it very well could be Alfador. Shall we go and have a look?"
Crono, Lucca, Marle, Frog, Robo, Ayla, Magus, Schala and Flea somehow managed to fit into the Epoch, which could only seat three people safely (four unsafely, if one wanted to brave the seat Lucca had added). Crono set the controls for 1000 AD, his present, and when they had arrived there landed near his house. The nine started walking to Crono's house. Magus stopped suddenly and a few steps later Schala also halted.
"What's the matter?" queried Crono, concerned.
"The black wind howls," Magus answered.
"Oh no, the black wind," said Marle sarcastically. "No-one else ever feels it, so I don't really think that-"
A sudden, sharp gust of cold wind knocked them all over. As he rose to his feet Magus observed drily, "The black wind doesn't like it when people don't believe in it."
"Something very bad is going to happen," Schala announced sadly as she helped others up.
"In my house?" cried Crono indignantly. He started striding to his house. Marle and Lucca took an arm each and dragged him back.
"If there's a battle, we need to prepare," Lucca reminded him.
"If there is to be a battle," Magus announced, "I will protect Schala and myself, and I will not work with you."
'Oh yes, you will,' thought Lucca evilly, putting a hand in her pocket to check that the blue rock was still there.
"There won't be a battle. Not in my house," declared Crono and, pulling free, ran to the door. The others followed at a run, or what passed for a run in their special cases. Schala also floated just above the ground when she 'ran'.
Crono burst into the room to be greeted with the familiar sight of his mother. She was cooking something at the stove. "Mum?" he asked, worried. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine, dear. Are you hungry? Leave your sword near the door, please, dear."
As Crono unbuckled his belt everyone else burst in. "Friends joining us for dinner?" wondered Crono's mother. "Oh, how lovely. Do they like cat casserole?"
"What?" Magus exclaimed. "No-one's eating Alfador!"
"You mean that pretty purple cat? He's for dessert!" cackled the Cleaning, Cat-Eating Monster pretending to be Crono's mother.
The battle which followed was hard. The Monster kept the illusion if Crono's mother so he didn't use magic to attack it and he couldn't reach his sword anyway. The Monster did something to Marle which made her crazy and the others were too busy trying to survive to heal her. The Monster was vulnerable only to magic which counted out Ayla and Robo. Magus, as he said he wouldn't, didn't help. Schala was trying to be a pacifist. Frog wasn't really strong enough magically but he tried. Lucca and Flea were left battling the Monster.
Flea tried something which worked and in return the angry Monster used an attack commonly known to its kind as "Clean Your Room, Naughty Child". This put Flea out of the battle and more out of frustration than anything else Lucca closed her hand around the blue rock, calling on the triple tech 'OmegaFlare'.
"What?" exclaimed Magus as he was dragged forwards. There was a blur of movement, none of them were ever sure of exactly what happened, they OmegaFlared, and Magus was well and truly drawn into the battle.
Even with the black triangles of Magus they were losing. Finally, but with great reluctance, Schala stepped in and used the ultimate magic attack, Dreamless. Three white triangles appeared and became a three- dimensional pyramid which rotated in the air. This attack finally succeeded in destroying the Monster and its last, dying move was directed at the person who had annoyed it the most- Lucca. It would have killed her had Magus not gotten in the way and been hit with it himself. He may have intentionally pushed her out of the way but to most of them it looked as though he had tripped over his cloak.
The Monster faded, and so did Magus.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hee hee. (evil, maniacal laughter)