Hope you don't mind the wait - school, y'know.
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Reimundo had clawed into an old dusty room. There were boxes and scrolls all over the place, and just as he was about to leave, something sneezed.
"Who's there?" He held out the Sword of the Storm (not that it would work like that) and looked around.
"Hey, keep that thing away from me, I'm allergic!" yelled the small green dragon as he wandered out from behind a large stack of scrolls. "Who are you, bringing that thing in here-" He stopped short when he caught sight of the intruder. "Well if it isn't the Traitor."
Reimundo looked down in shame, humiliated by his old friend saying that after so long. "Yeah, that's me. Reimundo the Traitor."
"Eh, don't look so sorry for yourself, kid. I'm just yankin' your chain. We all know what happened with that box." Dojo grinned.
"You do?"
"Sure. Even though no-one ever found the darn thing..." He pointed to the green scales at the base of Reimundo's neck. "And what happened to you?"
"It's the Serpent's Tail. Every time I use it to become solid, it covers my arm in scales."
"Did you say 'become solid'?"
Yeah... Usually I'm all ghosty, since I've been in the future at least. What happened? Back... you know."
"My memory's a little fuzzy, and it would take too long to explain anyway."
"That reminds me: I'm in the middle of a Xiaolin Showdown! You haven't seen a Suit of Armour wearing the Helmet of Jong and Shroud of Shadows wander through here, have you Dojo?"
"You mean that old Chameleon Bot? I let it hide those two Shen-Gong-Wu while I hid the rest... What?" Reimundo was staring at the dragon.
"Chameleon Bot? That Suit of Armour was a Chameleon Bot! I gotta go find it! Golden Tiger Claws!"
"Um, okay... Glad I could help?"
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"Where is that stupid robot? Where would it go? It would hide as people... Wait, I can sense the Shen-Gong-Wu that it's wearing, duh!" He stopped walking and cast out his senses, ignoring the three that he was carrying. Tiger fur had begun to sprout above his elbow, the fusion of flesh and gold quickening with all the room-to-room clawing in the showdown.
"Golden Tiger Claws!"
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Omi walked down a corridor, followed by the spectators. There was an old cleaner washing the floor, and they were about to walk past him when a rift opened and Reimundo jumped through.
"It's here somewhere..." he said, looking around. The cleaner jumped
For no reason whatsoever Omi jumped up, extended his arm, and yelled "You!"
"Yup" answered Reimundo, still looking around before noticing the slowly escaping cleaner. "There you are!" The Chameleon Bot gave up all pretence of cleaning and ran, changing into Le tall and lanky Mime as he went, Reimundo in hot pursuit. The others followed.
The Mime led them down endless corridors and big ornate rooms, trying to shake them off before it reached its destination. Reimundo swung open the giant gilt doors and strode inside, expecting another dim room and retreating Mime.
It was actually hiding behind a large elaborate throne, the Helmet under its arm and the Shroud of Shadows on his back. But it wasn't the throne that held Reimundo's attention, or the Mime. It was the person sitting on the throne.
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AN: Ha, a cliffy! The next chappie'll be longer, cuz it's the final- Well, now you know who is sat on the throne. Or do you? It might be another Spicer descendant! Anywho, R&R, and await the next chappie.