Words between ~ ~ are telepathic thoughts. Don't look at me like
that, we've got a psychic pokemon in the gang! It's not my fault I tell
you!
What do you mean, someone cloned Telca?!
Mewtwo looked up from the morning paper as Lashana strolled into the kitchen and frowned. ~I thought you were going back to bed?~
"I lied," she said simply as she headed for the coffee maker, pouring herself a cup before looking at the fridge. "Cream. Now. And it had better be fresh!"
~I don't believe it,~ the pokemon muttered as a tendril holding a container emerged from the fridge, poured a bit of cream into the Elf's mug, then retreated.
Lashana gave the gaping pokemon a fanged grin and took a sip of her coffee. "Mmm... caffeiney goodness. So! Where's Kenshin gone to?"
~Went to look online to find a new muffin recipie,~ Mewtwo answered as he recovered from his shock, drinking some of his own coffee and arching a brow at the fridge. ~It's reaching for you.~
Still taking a sip of her coffee, the Elf reached into her own personal storage portal, pulled out a metal baseball bat, and promptly slammed it onto the gooey tendril.
~How many of those do you have?!~
"Oh, about six or seven," she smiled before turning to glare at the fridge, her voice gaining a decidedly evil tone to it. "Don't piss me off."
"That's it. She's snapped. She's talkin' to the appliances," Wolverine chuckled as he sauntered into the kitchen.
~It tried to escape this morning.~
"Again!? Bloody flamin' hell. We gotta get ourselves a new fridge," the Cancuk growled, extending the adamantium claws on his right hand when a tendril reached for him. "Don't even think of it, bub."
"Telca says that she'll go get a new one tomorrow," Lashana told him as she moved to sit on a stool across from Mewtwo, smiling as she tugged a section of the paper out of the pokemon's grasp. "She and Remy are gonna go see Lord of the Rings again."
"Again?! She's already seen that thing eleven times!"
~She's aiming for an even dozen it seems,~ Mewtwo said as he fought with Lashana for the Comics section. ~Let go.~
"Nope. Give."
He growled, his eyes glowing a light blue. ~Let. Go.~
She rose the baseball bat. "No. Give!"
And Wolverine simply sliced the entire newspaper in half.
"Aww.... you killed the 'Get Fuzzy' comic...."
~And my 'Rose is Rose'!~
As the two turned to glare at him, Wolverine had the sudden sense that he'd be better off taking his chances with the fridge.
"Blackwargreymon!" Lashana cried, her voice rising to a wail broken only by a few whimpers. "Wolverine destroyed my newspaper!"
Wolverine snorted and crossed his arms over his chest. "Tha's not gonna work on me, darlin'. Everyone here knows the great snorin' lump never gets up before noon!"
"Oh, is that so?"
The Cancuk sighed and hung his head at the sound of the voice from behind him. "Hey, Blacky."
The Digimon chuckled evilly and casually hooked his thumbs into the front pockets of his faded blue jeans. "Hello Wolverine."
~'Your' newspaper?~ Mewtwo frowned as he looked over at a grinning Lashana.
"Oh, hush. We get better results this way," she winked, returning her gaze to the doorway as Blackwargreymon forcably shoved the Canuck towards the Main Hall with the orders to go find another newspaper.
"But then I'll have ta go into town!!"
"So? You have a jeep. Go!"
"Bloody flamin' hell!!"
Lashana grinned and looked at Mewtwo. "See? Now wasn't that easy?" She reached into another portal and pulled out a couple more newspapers and handed one to him. "By the time he gets back he'll never even dream of destroying anything of mine again."
~You're evil.~
"When in doubt go with your strengths. One of mine happens to be an eight an a half foot tall Digimon. Ain't that right, hun?"
Blackwargreymon chuckled and looked over at her as he walked back into the Kitchen. "If I say yes will you help me convince the fridge to give me a few oranges?"
"No prob. Yo, you! Fresh oranges! Now!"
~It really is disturbing how good she is at that,~ Mewtwo commented to the Digimon as the thing living within the fridge immediately handed the Elf four oranges.
"Doesn't surprise me one bit," Blackwargreymon grinned as he took his breakfast from the Elf and moved to sit next to her before starting to peel the first fruit with his talons. "So. Mind telling me why you got me up so early?"
She smiled at him warmly and batted her eyelashes. "I wanted to bask in your wonderful presence?"
~Bleh.~
"Gee, thanks there, Mewtwo. I'll remember that next time Wolvie shreads your paper," Black grumbled, throwing a piece of orange peel at the pokemon.
"Grrr to you Mewtwo," the Elf growled as she rolled up her newspaper and smacked him over the head with it. "Being mean to my poor defenseless-"
"Hey!"
"-loving Bonded!"
"Well that's a little better..."
~Hmpft,~ the pokemon grumbled as he returned his attention to his newspaper, ignoring the Bonded pair across from him.
"Methinks someone's being a pain-in-the-arse today," Lashana smirked as she took an unpeeled orange away from Blackwargreymon and started to rip the skin off of it. "Anyway, I don't think the Appliance from Hell is gonna give us much trouble today. There aren't many people here who can't fight it off... well, maybe Duncan if he stumbles into it..."
Blackwargreymon grunted. "Someone will come along and free him....if only to stop the screams."
"Point. Wanna go watch that movie?"
"Sure. The company here sucks anyway."
Mewtwo rolled his eyes at the jibe and stuck his tongue out at them. ~All the more coffee for me if you leave.~
"Not if I take the pot with me," Lashana grinned, not fazed in the least when he gave her a nasty glare. "Oh, don't get your tail in a knot. I'm not that cruel... No wait, I am. Just not to you. Now Zelgadis, he's fun to torture!"
The Digimon snickered and grabbed her arm, dragging her out of the Kitchen. "Stop trying to freak people out, Lashana."
"Trying? Who's trying?"
"Lashana-dono!"
She turned at the call, frowning at a worried Kenshin as he ran over to them. "Kenshin. What's wrong?"
"There's something you have to see. On the computer."
"Go ahead," Blackwargreymon rumbled, giving her a gentle push in Kenshin's direction. "I'll wait for you in the Livingroom."
"Okay. I'll be right back!" she grinned before following
Kenshin back to the General Computer room (aka the Den). It wasn't that
grand of a room at all, actually. But it certainly gave everyone at the
Palace who didn't own a computer a fair chance to surf the net and the
like....that and it had been grand fun to see the clerks face when she
and Telca had walked into Compusmart store and ordered six state-of-the-art
computer systems. Heehee. I thought he was going to drop to his knees
and thank us. We certainly made his day...especially since he worked on
commission!
"You're not going to believe this," Kenshin murmured as he sat in the chair in front of the second computer and gestured for her to read over his shoulder. "I was on a Canadian Living Message Board..." At the weird look she sent his way, he ducked his head slightly and blushed. "I needed new recipies."
"Uh huh. So what's all the hassle?"
"There's another person here.... she's a long time member, I really don't know how I missed her for so long but... look at the name." He moved aside a little to give her a better view at the screen and helpfully pointed to the member name in question.
"'Telca...two? What the flamin hell is this?!" The Elf growled and shoved Kenshin - still in his chair - aside, sending him rolling towards another desk as she reached for the keyboard and started typing madly. "I want to know who's bright idea of a joke this is so I can watch Telca beat the living crap out of them!"
"That's the thing, Lashana-dono...I don't think this is a joke," Kenshin murmured as he stood and walked over to her. "No one outside of the Harem knows anything about you or Telca, but when you look at this person's bio....it matches our Telca perfectly."
"Yeah....okay. So?"
Kenshin rolled his eyes. "Lashana-dono, who else do you know that has a name similar to this one?"
She frowned for a moment, then paled. "Mewtwo. 'Two' because he's a...."
"Clone," the samurai finished for the stunned Elf. "I think this Telcatwo...."
She growled, cutting him off, and opened a portal, dragging a startled Mewtwo into the room. "Tell me you haven't been experimenting with our DNA!!"
~Uh...I haven't been experimenting with your DNA?~ The Pokemon blinked when she snarled. ~What? What's going on?~
"Look!"
He peered at the computer screen for a moment before paling. ~Telcatwo? Oh no. Oh Gods no...there's another Telca?!?!~
Lashana looked from the freaking out Mewtwo to Kenshin. "Methinks he didn't know about this."
"Do tell," Kenshin murmured as the Pokemon started wailing about Armageddon.
"Okay...okay so there's got to be an explaination... Mewtwo! Shut up! I can't think with you screaming like that!! Gods...." She shoved him aside and looked at the screen again, humming thoughtfully as she clicked on the link that would lead to the most recent post made by this 'Telcatwo'. "Okay....Cranberry lemon muffins....blah blah blah....home recipie....blah blah....dash of nutmeg? Ew. Blah blah.....they're good for keeping the psychotic Predacons in a good mood?!?! What the hell?!?"
~What's a Predacon?~ Mewtwo asked, seemingly recovered from his little escapade into incoherant-babble-land.
"They're Transformers. You know, like from that TV cartoon? Only they're from Beast Wars. There's two warring factions, the Maximals and the Predacons. The Maximals are always striving for peace while the Predacons lust for war....." Kenshin trailed off and blinked when the two slowly turned to stare at him in mixed shock and horror. "What?"
"How did you-? Nevermind, I don't want to know. Anyway, like Kenshin said, the Preds are from the Beast Wars.... but why the hell would they have a clone of Telca?"
~Better yet : how did they manage to clone her? They would need a fair amount of her DNA to be able to construct a proper clone,~ Mewtwo said softly, looking at Lashana suddenly as an idea occured to him. ~Wait! Remember last week, Telca was yelling about her hairbrush being missing?~
"Shit, you're right! And the week before that, she said that her toothbrush went missing!"
"And that someone had gone and trimmed her fingernails while she slept," Kenshin added, wincing at the memory of how livid the burgundy haired sorceress had been when she had awoken to that little surprise.
"Yeah. My parents said they heard her screaming....and they're not even in this dimension!" Lashana smirked as she turned her gaze back to the screen. "So....looks like this...Telcatwo is a prisoner of the Preds. Huh. Imagine that. Oh well, I'm gonna go watch a movie now."
~Lashana!~
"Whaaaat?" she whined as Mewtwo grabbed her arm, preventing her from making a run for the door.
"You're not seriously thinking of just leaving her there!" Kenshin frowned.
"And if I am?"
~"Lashana!"~
The duet of yells made her roll her eyes. "And how do you expect me to do that, hmm? I can't portal myself there, it's in a dimension that I never even knew existed until now! Besides, what if this is all some big joke? I mean geez, you really expect me to believe that the Preds stole Telca's toothbrush so they could clone her?"
~What if it isn't a joke? Lashana....~
"Oh for the love of-- Fine. Duncan just got a new shipment of antiques and Magickal artifacts delivered and I'm sure I saw a transdimensional talisman in with the other junk. Now let go of my arm!" So saying, she smacked Mewtwo upside the head and jerked her arm free, glaring at the two males in annoyance. "You so owe me for this! Kenshin, you keep chatting with Telcatwo, keep her....it....whatever, online for as long as you can. Mewtwo, you're with me!"
~Me? Why me?!~
"Because this is your bright idea mister! Now c'mon!"
~I should have stayed in bed,~ the pokemon moaned as the Elf dragged him out of the room.
"Yes, you should have. You know what that makes you?"
~A sucker for punishment?~
SMACK!
~OW! What was that for?!~
"For being an ass!"