Hey hey! I'm back, after a long bout of Computer virus. Good thing I had
everything on a backup CD. Well. . . almost everything. . .
Chapter 29: A Few Private Moments
Naturally, a revalation of this caliber might shock and surprise the entire room just sitting there, but most of them weren't in the mood to be just that. Professor Ben continued his lecture to the underinformed, namely Bowser and Charlie, as well as the curious, namely Robert and Tad. Especially Tad, because the geek took notes on almost anything, exestential or not. Robert mused, The boy is so literal-minded, I wonder if he can even understand the concept.
Not that Robert wasn't having trouble understanding one word Ben was saying. In fact. . .
I don't. . . remember Ben being like this. He's changed. He used to be so secluded. . . And I don't think he ever spoke in a language I didn't undersand. Hold everything! I think? I don't think, I know! Ben never was like this!
Something's happened to him. . . I wonder what it is. . .
Something's happened to me. How'd I get all tough-and-tumble all of the sudden? And that way I lashed out at Dad. . .
"Danielle. . ." Sean turned to his girlfriend, "I have some business to take care of, no?"
"Like what?" Danielle asked him.
"I was thinking along the lines of. . . I'm a guy. . . who has needs. . ."
"Alright. . ." Danielle sighed, "I saw a shooting range down the hall."
"Yippee! Thanks!" Sean kissed her on the cheek, and ran off.
"Boys. . ." Danielle mumbled to herself.
Trent turned around to speak to Jenna, "I want to talk to you afterwards. . ."
"Umm. . . I kinda want to talk with Skye." Jenna replied.
Trent looked up at Skye, who noticed him and stupidly grinned back.
"Jenna, I'd really. . ."
"Please daddy?" Jenna asked in her oh-so-innocent voice.
Trent looked up at Skye, who was now attemting to wave back at him, and who had the same grin on his face.
". . . Alright. Don't try anything now. . ."
"Thanks, Dad!" She kissed him on the cheek much the same that Sean had to Danielle a moment earlier, and ran to Skye, practically jumping into his awaiting arms. Trent still had to smile at this. "I. . . guess I'll be getting my survival information from someone else, then. But. . ." He turned back to the Multiverse Theory 101 class going on, ". . . Robert's busy, Ben's busy, Sean's busy. . ."
"Hi, Mr. Pikanne!" Danielle almost spooked him from behind in a pleasing tone of voice, "Need anything?"
"Actually. . ." Trent turned around to face the raccoon girl, "I really need someone to help me adjust to this place. . ."
Danielle just noticed that Trent wasn't actually wearing a shirt and, since he looked a lot younger than he used to, she gaped a bit, "Ahh. . ."
"Something wrong?" Trent asked her, concerned.
"No. . . nothing." she replied quickly, "Erm. . . where to begin? I'll see if we can get into the confiscated items room so I can look up Sandslash on the Pokémon games. . ." Danielle walked through the door, at which Trent cautiously followed.
"What we goin' ta do, now?" Rock was upset at this turn of events, namely not blowing anything up as of yesterday. Yeah, he might have not liked Sean's showing off earlier this week, but that was. . . "Where's Sean?"
"He ran off to a shooting gallery, as I overheard."
"Hot diggidy-dog! I'm there!" Rock rushed out the door to find where Sean went. He almost collided with him.
"Range's only for bows!" Sean complained.
"Not a problem. . ." Rock held up two guns that came from seemingly no place, "Bow guns. In case, ya know, laser light proves inadequate."
"I thought that was what missles were for."
"Boy, you wanna argue wit' me or do some serious shootin'?"
"Serious shootin! Alright!" Both of them hollered in approval as the walked back down the hall.
"Lisa, I don't mean to be a bother, but is there any way possible to communicate back to the Space Station? I think they might get worried."
"Quickeye, this little kid here turned the universe inside out and your worried about their feelings? Were you paying attention or not?"
"Well. . . I was just. . . wondering. . ."
"You didn't pay attention."
". . . no."
"Why not?"
"Cause I was worried about the ship!"
"Scuse me. . ." Charlie had overheard their conversation, and had lost interest in Ben, "Phil's not here anymore, but his Porygon still is. I think porygon might be able to help."
"How's that?" Quickeye asked, questioningly.
"Duh! Porygon is essentially a computer program. It can travel across networks and alter software as well as hardware."
Quickeye and Lisa stared at each other for a moment. "Can we borrow it?" They turned and asked at the same time.
"Well. . . its kinda Phil's pokémon. . . but since he's not here. . . you'll have to ask Porygon yourself."
"Ask. . . porygon?" Quickeye turned to the small polygonal image hovering a few feet away, "You mean it talks?"
"I talk. Find it surprising?"
"Err. . ." Quickeye just stared for a moment, "Alright. . . Porygon, mind helping us out here?"
"Gon gon pory gon Pory pory." Porygon replied.
"What kind of answer is that!?"
"Porygon said it would as long as. . . um. . . something about Phil."
"It'd take years to get used to living here. . ." Quickeye muttered under his breath.
"Alright." Lisa seemed confident enought, as always. She pulled out her mini laptop, "Whatever it can do, I hope it does!"
Porygon hopped onto the table and dissimalated into a port on the back of the machine. "That looks too entirely weird." Quickeye said.
"Miss Lisa?" Charlie asked her confidentially, "You sound a lot more in charge that any of the guys in your group. What gives?"
"The truth, Chuck, is that I'm the only one with the qualified training for the advancement of diplomatic relations with foreign planets."
". . . and. . . in English?"
"I'm a diplomat of sorts."
"Ah. And Quick?"
"He's a sharpshooter, but is really a bag of hot air."
"Rock?"
"Brute force. Mind to match."
"Tad?"
"I'm pretty sure he's a software technician."
"What about. . . Sean?"
". . . Hmm. . . about Sean. . . . well, can you keep a secret?"
"From who?"
"Mainly Ben."
"Alright, I'll try."
Lisa leaned closed to the ten-year-old, "There's something Ben hasn't found out yet."
"What's that?"
"Sean. . . was actually here before all the six 'arrived'."
"You mean all the guys from alternate uminerses?"
"Universes."
"Yeah, that."
"How could he be here before he got 'here'?"
"He wasn't, I don't think. It's strange. . . he was a completely different person. He actually did very recently join the academy, and was. . . not anywhere near as outlandish as he is now."
"So what's that mean?"
"He's replaced the original Sean. Are you following me?"
"I. . . think. Old Sean and new Sean."
"Yeah."
"That's confusing. Why isn't anyone of the others like that?"
". . . well, no one said they weren't."
Charlie glanced across the room to Danielle.
----
Here's the deal: Starting when I get out of school. . . FINAL FANTASY FANFIC! Go to my author page to see how you can help me! Ciao!
Chapter 29: A Few Private Moments
Naturally, a revalation of this caliber might shock and surprise the entire room just sitting there, but most of them weren't in the mood to be just that. Professor Ben continued his lecture to the underinformed, namely Bowser and Charlie, as well as the curious, namely Robert and Tad. Especially Tad, because the geek took notes on almost anything, exestential or not. Robert mused, The boy is so literal-minded, I wonder if he can even understand the concept.
Not that Robert wasn't having trouble understanding one word Ben was saying. In fact. . .
I don't. . . remember Ben being like this. He's changed. He used to be so secluded. . . And I don't think he ever spoke in a language I didn't undersand. Hold everything! I think? I don't think, I know! Ben never was like this!
Something's happened to him. . . I wonder what it is. . .
Something's happened to me. How'd I get all tough-and-tumble all of the sudden? And that way I lashed out at Dad. . .
"Danielle. . ." Sean turned to his girlfriend, "I have some business to take care of, no?"
"Like what?" Danielle asked him.
"I was thinking along the lines of. . . I'm a guy. . . who has needs. . ."
"Alright. . ." Danielle sighed, "I saw a shooting range down the hall."
"Yippee! Thanks!" Sean kissed her on the cheek, and ran off.
"Boys. . ." Danielle mumbled to herself.
Trent turned around to speak to Jenna, "I want to talk to you afterwards. . ."
"Umm. . . I kinda want to talk with Skye." Jenna replied.
Trent looked up at Skye, who noticed him and stupidly grinned back.
"Jenna, I'd really. . ."
"Please daddy?" Jenna asked in her oh-so-innocent voice.
Trent looked up at Skye, who was now attemting to wave back at him, and who had the same grin on his face.
". . . Alright. Don't try anything now. . ."
"Thanks, Dad!" She kissed him on the cheek much the same that Sean had to Danielle a moment earlier, and ran to Skye, practically jumping into his awaiting arms. Trent still had to smile at this. "I. . . guess I'll be getting my survival information from someone else, then. But. . ." He turned back to the Multiverse Theory 101 class going on, ". . . Robert's busy, Ben's busy, Sean's busy. . ."
"Hi, Mr. Pikanne!" Danielle almost spooked him from behind in a pleasing tone of voice, "Need anything?"
"Actually. . ." Trent turned around to face the raccoon girl, "I really need someone to help me adjust to this place. . ."
Danielle just noticed that Trent wasn't actually wearing a shirt and, since he looked a lot younger than he used to, she gaped a bit, "Ahh. . ."
"Something wrong?" Trent asked her, concerned.
"No. . . nothing." she replied quickly, "Erm. . . where to begin? I'll see if we can get into the confiscated items room so I can look up Sandslash on the Pokémon games. . ." Danielle walked through the door, at which Trent cautiously followed.
"What we goin' ta do, now?" Rock was upset at this turn of events, namely not blowing anything up as of yesterday. Yeah, he might have not liked Sean's showing off earlier this week, but that was. . . "Where's Sean?"
"He ran off to a shooting gallery, as I overheard."
"Hot diggidy-dog! I'm there!" Rock rushed out the door to find where Sean went. He almost collided with him.
"Range's only for bows!" Sean complained.
"Not a problem. . ." Rock held up two guns that came from seemingly no place, "Bow guns. In case, ya know, laser light proves inadequate."
"I thought that was what missles were for."
"Boy, you wanna argue wit' me or do some serious shootin'?"
"Serious shootin! Alright!" Both of them hollered in approval as the walked back down the hall.
"Lisa, I don't mean to be a bother, but is there any way possible to communicate back to the Space Station? I think they might get worried."
"Quickeye, this little kid here turned the universe inside out and your worried about their feelings? Were you paying attention or not?"
"Well. . . I was just. . . wondering. . ."
"You didn't pay attention."
". . . no."
"Why not?"
"Cause I was worried about the ship!"
"Scuse me. . ." Charlie had overheard their conversation, and had lost interest in Ben, "Phil's not here anymore, but his Porygon still is. I think porygon might be able to help."
"How's that?" Quickeye asked, questioningly.
"Duh! Porygon is essentially a computer program. It can travel across networks and alter software as well as hardware."
Quickeye and Lisa stared at each other for a moment. "Can we borrow it?" They turned and asked at the same time.
"Well. . . its kinda Phil's pokémon. . . but since he's not here. . . you'll have to ask Porygon yourself."
"Ask. . . porygon?" Quickeye turned to the small polygonal image hovering a few feet away, "You mean it talks?"
"I talk. Find it surprising?"
"Err. . ." Quickeye just stared for a moment, "Alright. . . Porygon, mind helping us out here?"
"Gon gon pory gon Pory pory." Porygon replied.
"What kind of answer is that!?"
"Porygon said it would as long as. . . um. . . something about Phil."
"It'd take years to get used to living here. . ." Quickeye muttered under his breath.
"Alright." Lisa seemed confident enought, as always. She pulled out her mini laptop, "Whatever it can do, I hope it does!"
Porygon hopped onto the table and dissimalated into a port on the back of the machine. "That looks too entirely weird." Quickeye said.
"Miss Lisa?" Charlie asked her confidentially, "You sound a lot more in charge that any of the guys in your group. What gives?"
"The truth, Chuck, is that I'm the only one with the qualified training for the advancement of diplomatic relations with foreign planets."
". . . and. . . in English?"
"I'm a diplomat of sorts."
"Ah. And Quick?"
"He's a sharpshooter, but is really a bag of hot air."
"Rock?"
"Brute force. Mind to match."
"Tad?"
"I'm pretty sure he's a software technician."
"What about. . . Sean?"
". . . Hmm. . . about Sean. . . . well, can you keep a secret?"
"From who?"
"Mainly Ben."
"Alright, I'll try."
Lisa leaned closed to the ten-year-old, "There's something Ben hasn't found out yet."
"What's that?"
"Sean. . . was actually here before all the six 'arrived'."
"You mean all the guys from alternate uminerses?"
"Universes."
"Yeah, that."
"How could he be here before he got 'here'?"
"He wasn't, I don't think. It's strange. . . he was a completely different person. He actually did very recently join the academy, and was. . . not anywhere near as outlandish as he is now."
"So what's that mean?"
"He's replaced the original Sean. Are you following me?"
"I. . . think. Old Sean and new Sean."
"Yeah."
"That's confusing. Why isn't anyone of the others like that?"
". . . well, no one said they weren't."
Charlie glanced across the room to Danielle.
----
Here's the deal: Starting when I get out of school. . . FINAL FANTASY FANFIC! Go to my author page to see how you can help me! Ciao!