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The History of the Soul Crystal
Strike hung off the bars of the cell, trying to yank them off. Frida, Comet and Icy sat against the wall, all lost in thought.
"So hansome..." Icy muttered. The trio looked at her confused. She then began to scream, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I WISH I NEVER MET THE BASTARD!" She threw her hand outward with her fingers on her chest in a dramatic pose, "Icy, you must now choose between your duty and your heart!" She imitated a soldier, sitting up straight with and saluting, "Are you an officer!?" she then threw her folded hands beside her cheek like a love- stricken fool, "or a lover!"
"Yo! You done yet, Cinderella!?" Strike yelled. Icy looked at him, still blushing, "I could use your help IF you don't mind!"
Comet groaned, putting her hand on her forehead.
"Sis, are you okay?" Frida asked.
"My head hurts." Comet whispered painfully. Her chest glowed and the crystal suddenly shot out, emitting a strange light. The four stared in awe as a beam appeared under the crystal, a figure emerging from the ground, with a bow and arrow strapped to his back. He looked like a 12- year-old boy in a prist's robe with very short, hazel colored hair and old- fashion boots.
The cook threw open every cupboard in the kitchen, but couldn't find the matches to light the stove. Heat came downstairs wearing a navi-blue baseball cap with a fancy "F" on the front of it with his motorcycle goggles around his eyes, notcing the cook running around and complaining.
"Hey, gramps, what's wrong?" Heat asked.
"I can't find the darn matches!" the cook yelled as he passed Heat, "could you help me look for them? Lunch starts in a few hours and the sailors will have my head if they don't have something in thier stomach!"
"A few hours!? The way your running around makes it look like you don't have much time. Why don't I handle this...where's the stove?" The cook looked at him confused and pointed to an old, black iron stove at the far end of the kitchen.
"But how are you going to get it going without any matches?" the cook asked.
"Oh, I will, trust me." Heat said as he walked over to the stove. He opened the door, chucking firewood into the stove. He walked back several feet and stood in a ready-to-pitch position. A ball of fire appeared in his hands as he threw it at the stove, causing it to burst into flames. The cook's jaw hit the floor and his eyes nearly shot out of their sockets after seeing what Heat threw.
"Problem solved," Heat said, walking over to the stove and kicking it shut, "I could serve as a temperary lighter until you find those matches."
As Heat headed for the stairs, he turned around to see the cook still in shock. He cocked his head to the side.
"Yo, gramps. Shouldn't you pick that up before someone steps on it?" Heat asked, pointing to the cook's jaw that was still on the floor. The cook didn't even flinch. Heat just blinked and shrugged before heading upstairs.
"Ted!? THE Ted!? Your kidding!" Comet gasped. The young boy looked at the floor, fiddling with the front of his robe.
"Yes, I'm afraid so." he said, a bit shy.
"Who's Ted?" Strike asked.
"Ted is the former guardian of the Soul Crystal a long time ago," Frida said, "or so our grandfather says."
"Zat so?" Strike said, looking at Ted, "then that makes the kid a million years or so old."
"Actually, I'm in the form of a spirit." Ted mumbled.
"Oh, well. That makes you a peverted spook!" Strike said. Ted frowned.
"Well, aren't you the rude type." he huffed.
"WHAT!? I wasn't the one who spent a whole day snoopin' 'round Comet's chi-chi!" Strike yelled.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot! The crystal!" Ted pointed to the crystal as it glowed and shot towards Comet. Frida got in front of it only to see the crystal go right through her and enter Comet's chest again. Ted walked over to Comet, "I'm sorry, but would you mind keep the crystal just a little longer. I don't want my old enemy, Beazel, to get his hands on it."
"What do you mean?" Comet asked.
"Beazel is searching for the soul crystal so he can dominate the world," Ted said, "If he finds out you have the Soul Crystal, he could try and extract it from you just so he can capture countless souls and turn everyone into mindless zombies. That's why the Crystal has chosen you, your sister, and that trash-talking giant, Strike."
"What you call me!?" Strike yelled, getting into Ted's face.
"A trash-talking giant." Ted said, grinning. Strike made strangling gestures, snarling, but slowly walked away.
"Well, I'd be happy to be of help." Comet said, giggling. Ted went red in the face.
"Oh, boy. What'll I do, I can see it in her eyes, she's inlove with me." Ted mumbled as he let out a doopy smile. Stike got into his face again.
"Oh, great! First you hang out in Comet's boobs, now you're acting all love-sick and stuff!?" he yelled, backing Ted into a wall.
"I beg your pardon, I have no clue what you are talking about." Ted said, hesitating.
"You know very damn well what you're doing!" Strike jumped at Ted only to fly through him and into a wall. Ted came out of his chest after he got up.
"You know, you're starting to become a very big buffoon!" Ted said, waving his finger at Strike.
"What!? I'll show you who's a buffoon, you brat!" Strike yelled, swinging his fists at Ted only to gut himself in the mid-section. The girls just groaned.
"It's been a year and he still acts like an idiot." Icy sighed.
The captain looked out at the endless ocean, the sailors were running around, swabbing the deck and moving cargo. He then noticed Heat walking towards him.
"I know there isn't much to do for a while, but when we remove Robo- Z's soul from your body, we'll take you back to Japan." the captain said. Heat spuned around and leaned his back against the side of the tugboat.
"At this point, I'd do anything to kill time." Heat said. As if on que, two soldiers rushed out of the mess hall with a petrified cook in tow. The two looked at each other before Heat laughed nervously and stood up.
"On second thought. If you need me, I'll be in the kitchen, making lunch." he said nervously as he backed away towards the mess hall.
Strike threw punches and kicks at Ted only to see them pass right through him like a holo-porjector. Ted flew up to his face, grinning.
"Do you realize you're trying to attack a ghost?" Ted said, "I am a ghost. You can't get rid of me that easily."
"Is he always like this?" Frida asked.
"Not since the day we broke up." Icy mumbled.
Suddenly, a wall of bars appeared behind Comet as the one in front of her slid open. Blade and two muscle men walked into the room.
"I heard everything," he said, "and I wouldn't mind harnassing that kind of power."
"Dream on, pal!" Frida yelled, "You'll never get it out of her!"
"Oh, I wouldn't be too sure about that, kid. I'm not very skilled at physical surgery, so things could get messy." Blade snapped his fingers as Comet was hauled off the ground by one of the muscle men and carried out of the prison room.
"FRIDA! HELP!" Comet cried.
"Hey! Let her go!" Frida yelled. Strike jumped back onto the bars and began trying to yank them open but he was too exhausted from trying to hit Ted to even break a sweat.
"That's it, Superman, keep up the good work!" Ted said, appearing between Strike's arms.
"Thanks for the complament, squirt!" Strike grunted, "Mind givin' me a hand here!?"
"I can't, I'm a ghost."
"Why should such a hansome man like Blade have to be so ruthless and loathing?" Icy said, romantically.
"Yo, lover-girl! How about helpin' me out!" Strike yelled, "If you want to see your new boyfriend again!"
Icy took over trying to rip the bars open as Strike sat on the ground with his back against the wall, catching his breath. She yanked the bars wide enough for Strike and Frida to go through. The minute they were free, the bars snapped back into place like rubberbands.
The two ran to the door only to see it shut tight.
"Hey, we need your help again!" Frida yelled.
"Just a minute!" Icy grunted, trying to yank the bars open again.
"Hey, Frida! Look!" Ted said, pointing to a couple of roped rings on the side of the wall. Strike grabbed the rings and pulled them out of the wall, causing the stone doors to slowly open.
"We're going to find Comet! Later!" they yelled as they ran through the open doors. Icy turned beet red as she ripped the bars wide open.
The sailors crowded the messhall with several bowls of curry in front of them. Heat was behind the counter, pouring out each bowl that was in front of him.
One of the sailors took a bite out of the curry and almost yelled with glee.
"That's the best curry I've ever tasted! Did the cook do this before he fainted!?" Heat fell over in shock.
"Excuse me!" he yelled, getting up, "I pratically slaved over that stove for three hours! The least you could've done was show some respect!"
"These are 18th Century sailors," said a voice that almost made Heat fall over again, "they've never seen a city boy cook more than toast before."
Heat got up, looking behind him only to be glomped by a familiar figure with dove wings.
"S-Sara?" Heat was almost speechless until he felt her hugging him hard enough to choke him.
"What's the matter? Aren't you happy to see me again?" Sara said cheerfully. Tears wielded up in Heat's eyes and he almost buried his head in her outstretched arms and cried. Sara blinked before she comforted him, slipping the cap off his head and rubbing his red hair.
Strike hung off the bars of the cell, trying to yank them off. Frida, Comet and Icy sat against the wall, all lost in thought.
"So hansome..." Icy muttered. The trio looked at her confused. She then began to scream, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! I WISH I NEVER MET THE BASTARD!" She threw her hand outward with her fingers on her chest in a dramatic pose, "Icy, you must now choose between your duty and your heart!" She imitated a soldier, sitting up straight with and saluting, "Are you an officer!?" she then threw her folded hands beside her cheek like a love- stricken fool, "or a lover!"
"Yo! You done yet, Cinderella!?" Strike yelled. Icy looked at him, still blushing, "I could use your help IF you don't mind!"
Comet groaned, putting her hand on her forehead.
"Sis, are you okay?" Frida asked.
"My head hurts." Comet whispered painfully. Her chest glowed and the crystal suddenly shot out, emitting a strange light. The four stared in awe as a beam appeared under the crystal, a figure emerging from the ground, with a bow and arrow strapped to his back. He looked like a 12- year-old boy in a prist's robe with very short, hazel colored hair and old- fashion boots.
The cook threw open every cupboard in the kitchen, but couldn't find the matches to light the stove. Heat came downstairs wearing a navi-blue baseball cap with a fancy "F" on the front of it with his motorcycle goggles around his eyes, notcing the cook running around and complaining.
"Hey, gramps, what's wrong?" Heat asked.
"I can't find the darn matches!" the cook yelled as he passed Heat, "could you help me look for them? Lunch starts in a few hours and the sailors will have my head if they don't have something in thier stomach!"
"A few hours!? The way your running around makes it look like you don't have much time. Why don't I handle this...where's the stove?" The cook looked at him confused and pointed to an old, black iron stove at the far end of the kitchen.
"But how are you going to get it going without any matches?" the cook asked.
"Oh, I will, trust me." Heat said as he walked over to the stove. He opened the door, chucking firewood into the stove. He walked back several feet and stood in a ready-to-pitch position. A ball of fire appeared in his hands as he threw it at the stove, causing it to burst into flames. The cook's jaw hit the floor and his eyes nearly shot out of their sockets after seeing what Heat threw.
"Problem solved," Heat said, walking over to the stove and kicking it shut, "I could serve as a temperary lighter until you find those matches."
As Heat headed for the stairs, he turned around to see the cook still in shock. He cocked his head to the side.
"Yo, gramps. Shouldn't you pick that up before someone steps on it?" Heat asked, pointing to the cook's jaw that was still on the floor. The cook didn't even flinch. Heat just blinked and shrugged before heading upstairs.
"Ted!? THE Ted!? Your kidding!" Comet gasped. The young boy looked at the floor, fiddling with the front of his robe.
"Yes, I'm afraid so." he said, a bit shy.
"Who's Ted?" Strike asked.
"Ted is the former guardian of the Soul Crystal a long time ago," Frida said, "or so our grandfather says."
"Zat so?" Strike said, looking at Ted, "then that makes the kid a million years or so old."
"Actually, I'm in the form of a spirit." Ted mumbled.
"Oh, well. That makes you a peverted spook!" Strike said. Ted frowned.
"Well, aren't you the rude type." he huffed.
"WHAT!? I wasn't the one who spent a whole day snoopin' 'round Comet's chi-chi!" Strike yelled.
"Oh, yeah, I forgot! The crystal!" Ted pointed to the crystal as it glowed and shot towards Comet. Frida got in front of it only to see the crystal go right through her and enter Comet's chest again. Ted walked over to Comet, "I'm sorry, but would you mind keep the crystal just a little longer. I don't want my old enemy, Beazel, to get his hands on it."
"What do you mean?" Comet asked.
"Beazel is searching for the soul crystal so he can dominate the world," Ted said, "If he finds out you have the Soul Crystal, he could try and extract it from you just so he can capture countless souls and turn everyone into mindless zombies. That's why the Crystal has chosen you, your sister, and that trash-talking giant, Strike."
"What you call me!?" Strike yelled, getting into Ted's face.
"A trash-talking giant." Ted said, grinning. Strike made strangling gestures, snarling, but slowly walked away.
"Well, I'd be happy to be of help." Comet said, giggling. Ted went red in the face.
"Oh, boy. What'll I do, I can see it in her eyes, she's inlove with me." Ted mumbled as he let out a doopy smile. Stike got into his face again.
"Oh, great! First you hang out in Comet's boobs, now you're acting all love-sick and stuff!?" he yelled, backing Ted into a wall.
"I beg your pardon, I have no clue what you are talking about." Ted said, hesitating.
"You know very damn well what you're doing!" Strike jumped at Ted only to fly through him and into a wall. Ted came out of his chest after he got up.
"You know, you're starting to become a very big buffoon!" Ted said, waving his finger at Strike.
"What!? I'll show you who's a buffoon, you brat!" Strike yelled, swinging his fists at Ted only to gut himself in the mid-section. The girls just groaned.
"It's been a year and he still acts like an idiot." Icy sighed.
The captain looked out at the endless ocean, the sailors were running around, swabbing the deck and moving cargo. He then noticed Heat walking towards him.
"I know there isn't much to do for a while, but when we remove Robo- Z's soul from your body, we'll take you back to Japan." the captain said. Heat spuned around and leaned his back against the side of the tugboat.
"At this point, I'd do anything to kill time." Heat said. As if on que, two soldiers rushed out of the mess hall with a petrified cook in tow. The two looked at each other before Heat laughed nervously and stood up.
"On second thought. If you need me, I'll be in the kitchen, making lunch." he said nervously as he backed away towards the mess hall.
Strike threw punches and kicks at Ted only to see them pass right through him like a holo-porjector. Ted flew up to his face, grinning.
"Do you realize you're trying to attack a ghost?" Ted said, "I am a ghost. You can't get rid of me that easily."
"Is he always like this?" Frida asked.
"Not since the day we broke up." Icy mumbled.
Suddenly, a wall of bars appeared behind Comet as the one in front of her slid open. Blade and two muscle men walked into the room.
"I heard everything," he said, "and I wouldn't mind harnassing that kind of power."
"Dream on, pal!" Frida yelled, "You'll never get it out of her!"
"Oh, I wouldn't be too sure about that, kid. I'm not very skilled at physical surgery, so things could get messy." Blade snapped his fingers as Comet was hauled off the ground by one of the muscle men and carried out of the prison room.
"FRIDA! HELP!" Comet cried.
"Hey! Let her go!" Frida yelled. Strike jumped back onto the bars and began trying to yank them open but he was too exhausted from trying to hit Ted to even break a sweat.
"That's it, Superman, keep up the good work!" Ted said, appearing between Strike's arms.
"Thanks for the complament, squirt!" Strike grunted, "Mind givin' me a hand here!?"
"I can't, I'm a ghost."
"Why should such a hansome man like Blade have to be so ruthless and loathing?" Icy said, romantically.
"Yo, lover-girl! How about helpin' me out!" Strike yelled, "If you want to see your new boyfriend again!"
Icy took over trying to rip the bars open as Strike sat on the ground with his back against the wall, catching his breath. She yanked the bars wide enough for Strike and Frida to go through. The minute they were free, the bars snapped back into place like rubberbands.
The two ran to the door only to see it shut tight.
"Hey, we need your help again!" Frida yelled.
"Just a minute!" Icy grunted, trying to yank the bars open again.
"Hey, Frida! Look!" Ted said, pointing to a couple of roped rings on the side of the wall. Strike grabbed the rings and pulled them out of the wall, causing the stone doors to slowly open.
"We're going to find Comet! Later!" they yelled as they ran through the open doors. Icy turned beet red as she ripped the bars wide open.
The sailors crowded the messhall with several bowls of curry in front of them. Heat was behind the counter, pouring out each bowl that was in front of him.
One of the sailors took a bite out of the curry and almost yelled with glee.
"That's the best curry I've ever tasted! Did the cook do this before he fainted!?" Heat fell over in shock.
"Excuse me!" he yelled, getting up, "I pratically slaved over that stove for three hours! The least you could've done was show some respect!"
"These are 18th Century sailors," said a voice that almost made Heat fall over again, "they've never seen a city boy cook more than toast before."
Heat got up, looking behind him only to be glomped by a familiar figure with dove wings.
"S-Sara?" Heat was almost speechless until he felt her hugging him hard enough to choke him.
"What's the matter? Aren't you happy to see me again?" Sara said cheerfully. Tears wielded up in Heat's eyes and he almost buried his head in her outstretched arms and cried. Sara blinked before she comforted him, slipping the cap off his head and rubbing his red hair.