A/N: Chapter 8 is here! Now, we catch up with Nova.
The hard cold ground came up to meet a recently thawed Nova. She was barely conscious and landed with a crash. As she heard the barred door slam, she looked up dizzily.
"Nova," a familiar voice asked.
'Great,' thought Nova sarcastically. 'I'm hearing things.' She saw Chiro standing over her. 'Oh God! Now I'm SEEING THINGS too!'
"Nova? What about the others?"
"Chiro?"
"Yeah."
"We've been looking everywhere for you! How'd you get here?"
"Tall and bony in there got me as I was leaving school."
"Oh. But, Senya's back in town."
"Really? How is she?"
"Um…her and Ivy don't really get alone. How does Antauri do the whole peacekeeping thing? He makes it look so easy."
"I hear that. So, what happened with them?"
"No clue. But they're probably at each other's throats right now."
Ivy and Senya were now back in motion, and Ivy's whole left arm bandaged like a mumy. She'd made a crack about being called Isishotepanubis. They were trying to find something to eat. They found…jack diddly squat. Both were laughing and talking. Ivy was recounting an experience in Africa.
"Yeah, so there I was, talkin' to my brother on the phone, mindin' my own business, when over runs Timon, like a newbie to caffeine. He thought he had a chainsaw, but it was an electric razor. The moron had downed the whole bottle of Nyquil! Not only that but he got me arrested…again."
"How'd he survive drinking that whole thing?"
"Who knows?"
After finally finding some subs and eating, Senya was preparing to leave. Ivy tried to come, but the monkey was intent on stopping her.
"Why don't you go back to the Super Robot and see if the others have found anything,' Senya asked, trying not to hurt Ivy's feelings.
"No. I know whatcha tryna do. You wanna go off on your own. And, hey, Nova's MY friend too. So, guess what? I'm comin'!"
"Look, you managed to survive that last fight. What if you're not so lucky this time, huh?"
"Hey, you're worried about me and, don't get me wrong, I respect that, but going alone! I thought you were smarter than that! Besides, I've been through life with the mob, remember? I can handle it."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
"'Cause if you die, I don't want that on my conscience."
"Please," Ivy asked, using the "Bambi Eyes" approach.
Senya tried not to give in, but it just wasn't possible.
"You're very annoying, do you know that?"
Ivy shrugged with the annoying smirk that was so typical of her.
"So whaddya say, Sen?"
"Okay. You can come, just so long as you never call me Sen again. Got it?"
"Okay."
"And you'll have to cut down on the talking."
"Are you saying I talk too much? I don't talk too much! There's no way, I repeat NO WAY, I talk too much! I mean, really, I-"
She stopped abrupltly as Senya took the bow from her braid and made it into a bo staff with a pointy end, which accidentally came about an inch from Ivy's throat.
"Heh," she laughed nervously, eyeing the pointy end. "Shutting up now."
Thus ends Chapter 8. Yay! Chiro's been found! Join us next week, where Nova and Chiro search for a way out, and Ivy and Senya find a way into the Citadel of Bone. Ha, I find that kinda ironic, how two are finding a way out and two others are finding a way in. I mean, it's like sneaking into prison, y'know?
Ivy: I still say I don't talk too much.
Beastfire: Well, guess what? That fight earlier in the story, that resulted in your left arm being pulverized? That's not the full extent of how much I'll torture you.
Ivy: W-what do you mean?
Beastfire: You'll see in the next few chapters, now won't you?
Ivy: Get this psycho away from me!
Beastfire: Also, I'm planning on doing a parody of horror movies. I'd like some ideas, as my muse is, as of right now, a lazy drunk.
Ivy: Am not! I know my rights, ya psycho!
Beastfire: Like I said, ideas for my parody would be appreciated! Please review…with ideas!