A/N: (Sandstone grins) Right, I'll get to answering reviews now.

Blue Eyed Dragon Girl: Actually, about... five chapters or so. I like moving slowly to start things off, even if it is boring. It lets me build up his character, before I have to multi-task, and juggle other personalities, keeping them in character. In other words, I'm lazy, I don't want to do the mental work of juggling the five titans, his bi'waga (see this chapter), and the main character's personality. I'm no Kei (famed roleplayer, with about 15 personas running at the same time), best I can manage is about three.
Is your penname inspired by Yu-Gi-Oh, or just because it's a cool penname? And no, I'm not implying anything, just wondering. I do that a lot. :)

Hotshot45: Right... do you know a person who goes by ross heuchan?

Anyway, if things keep up, some of my muses are going to stop punting trash at me for moving away from my FF10-2 story, and actually be on my side for this one, so there might be a/n battles, jokes, exc., which will make these things more amusing. Well, besides Stupid1058, who is so stupid, he shows up to every fanfic I make.
Stupid1058: I resent that.
Sandstone: (Glares) You don't count. Where's Flinger when you need him?
Stupid1058: Out golfing.
Sandstone: (Facepalm)

Move:

I slowly peeked out of the mikran after about half a mark's worth of waiting. Once I was sure it was clear, I tossed off the damn thing, and stretched, cracking practically every vertebra in my back. Then I smiled. I'd heard them speak… so now all I needed was a shri'ka to let me absorb the language, and act as if I've always spoken it. It certainly would give me a headache, but I didn't care. As the damn drill instructors preached, "Survive first, you worthless G'lash'ais, and worry about your freaking comfort SECOND, you fucking shitfaced Anisha!" Right chief, I'll survive, if only to come back to summon a few wraiths to haunt you. I forgot about you calling me an Anisha. I prefer women, not men… fucking G'lash'ais.

I sighed, and since I didn't have anything ELSE to do, started the arcane preparation to summon a shri'ka that would work for me. Stupid allergy…

I was silently glad that I'd kept this from the instructors, as I started skipping steps in the preparation. I didn't have any of the tools, or anything besides my own personal energy, my staff, and my ring. Enough for it to work.

I concentrated, focusing inward, then outward, like I always did…

I felt the summoning take, and I held out my hand. With a small 'pop' of displaced air (I had to suppress that to summon living beings, but not inanimate objects), the small pill floated in my hand, glowing with a sick green light.

I always hated these things… I reluctantly grabbed it with my right hand, forced it in my mouth, and swallowed.

The last thing I remember is a trail of fire running up my spine to my brain. I'd started to pass out as soon as I swallowed.

I managed to be sober enough to wrap myself in the mikran before I passed out.

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I awoke to seeing light filtering through the mikran. I slowly started to move, testing myself for a… hangover. Huh… I didn't know that word before. I guess this must be a middle world, because the shri'ka had the language, and world information.

Wait, I take it back. Languages. Many languages. I knew I only had three – English, Japanese, and Spanish, but there were dozens more. I shuddered at the headache someone would have if they used a shri'ka to program them with that many languages… glad my world only has one. This… Earth is… wait… EARTH?

Earth, as in the place where all those heroes are gathered? The Earth that supposedly has technology that isn't disturbed by the Arcanus effect? Son of a… I'd WANTED to visit here once!

Well, maybe I wouldn't have such a hard time. We'd made a study of the Earth (peacetime… hundreds of cycles ago, but we did…), and have sent people here before. I doubt there'd be anyone from home here right now, we've already evaced most of our population, and Earth was listed as not… exactly the best place to send a civilian. But… well… this'd be fun.

I brushed my hair aside, then blinked. What? It was a different color… and longer. Damn pill! Now I'd be stuck with this stupid hair!

I looked up as I heard the distinct warbles of the na'tiani. Five of them… they'd all come back. I held out my hands, and two set down on my left hand, three on the right. They peered happily at me for a moment, before extending what they'd learned to me freely. Poor creatures… they were nearly at our level of intelligence, but no one except the summoners ever noticed. I took what they offered, and smiled lightly at them. "If you want, you can stay here, or go home. Home might be in trouble soon, though…"

They communicated with each other, and then as one, I felt a sincere apology, but a polite denial of staying. I nodded, and snapped the cords binding them here. With a trill of apology, they faded from my hands / gloves.

I looked at the gloves, and flipped them over so I was looking at the emblem burned into the back of the glove. I glared at it, then took them off, pocketing the gloves. I wouldn't need them, and they were making my hands clammy.

Next, I judged the right way to go. There were several… cities nearby. Gothem… but the na'taini hadn't liked it there, and neither did I, from the bird's eye view. Metropolis… but within their memories they'd given me, I saw a floating… human looking alien, peering in interest at them, then saying it was strange to find alien birds there. He didn't harm them, but seemed determined to come back later and catch one of them. Nu-uh, with my luck, he'd find me five minutes into the city, and haul me in for questioning, if not dissection… weird that humans insist on doing that. I looked at myself, and saw nothing really that different from them, besides the fact that I'm above the average height (from what I could tell).

The last city was… Jump city. The ni'taini had observed that it was mostly peaceful there, and seemed the best choice. I even spotted a few places where I could set a mobile dwelling, and not be noticed when I appeared as if from nowhere (it was actually a pocket dimension, but that did not matter). And, since it was a city, I wouldn't be known as an unknown, cities have too many for people to know all the others.

First up… transportation.

I started the complicated motions to summon a bi'waga... a creature that forms a bond with anyone who manages to get on the good side of the temperamental creature. Once the bond was… once it existed… well, I'll get to that when if it happens. Summoners like myself were forbidden to bond with them (we were conspicuous enough), but I didn't care. Survive first, and a bi'waga would help me survive.

The fluffy creature, the size of an Earth rabbit, (minus the ears and large hind feet of the Earth rabbit) appeared on the ground near me. It warily gazed at me, then sniffed me.

I reached into my pocket for the treats I always carried, and offered it a sweet that I'm fond of.

It sniffed it, then eyed me. I nibbled another one, and it then devoured it. It grinned, and then held its paws in the air, clearly demanding more.

True, I could just summon an air based creature, and ride it to wherever… but to be honest, I know most of my summoned creatures, some of them are friends. I didn't want to pester them every time I needed to move.

A/N: This is to prevent any flaming about that one thing... that pill he took? The shri'ka? Well, it doesn't work like magic. It'll be explained later, to the Titans. But again, that'll take awhile. If you want to know, put it in a review, I'll email you what you want to know.

Titan countdown: 5 (This counter is provided by FoS services. When in doubt, get Flinger!)

Stupid1058: Gah! He's everywhere! Now he's providing COUNTERS?

Sandstone: (Grins darkly) I wonder if I should get a counter for 'how long it takes for Flinger to realize you're not in your cage, comes here, and drags you away'... it would be funny...

Stupid1058: Ah, crap... why must I be loathed so?

Sandstone: (Dark scowl)

Stupid1058: Oh... right. THAT.

Sandstone: Oh, and one last thing. The more reviews I get, the more I concentrate on a story. So if you want a faster update, review. Otherwise, don't blame me, I'm not the one reading, and then not reveiwing. Heck, I don't even care if you just say UPDATE, so long as you said it, I'd work that much faster to put up the next chapter. Oh, and constructive criticism is also accepted, just not flames. You flame, I use it to burn Stupid over here.

Stupid1058: Gyah! Please, no flames!