A/N: Ok…this is about as inspired as the last chapter, but hey, it's a chapter.
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Mertil
(Would you stop screaming!) I shouted, hoping that the female would cease. I looked at her, all four of my eyes meeting her two. Her green eyes flashed, turning a darker shade.
"What the HELL do you want, ANDALITE!" She snapped back. Her hand hovered dangerously close to her waist.
(I am attempting to figure out why the Elimist insisted we come here.)
She stared, raising an eyebrow. "You're kidding me, right?"
(No,) Tobias added, looking at her. (We're dead serious.)
"And we just might be dead if you three don't come in." She stepped aside to allow Tobias, Elfangor, and myself inside.
"Tia, are you alright?" a woman's voice called. She sounded concerned.
"Fine, I'm fine! I just thought I saw a…spider!" She glanced to the side when she said this.
"Oh, ok. I'm going back to bed."
"You do that…" She looked back at us, inspecting us one by one. Her eyes lingered on Tobias the longest and a flicker of confusion crossed her face. She shrugged, muttering, "I don't want to know." She forced a smile on her face and looked at us. "So…have a nice flight?" she inquired, somehow talking through her teeth.
(We did not fly in,) my brother replied, the confusion evident in his voice.
"I know. I'm not stupid, Andalite." If humans were capable of releasing poison through their voices, I would half expect all of us to drop dead at that very second. Fortunately, she had no such capabilities.
(Hey, I'm sure everyone else agrees with me when I say, I don't want to be here as much as you don't want us here, but if you're going to blame someone, then blame the Elimist! This was his stupid idea!) Tobias snapped at her. She jerked, almost as if she had been slapped.
"And yet, you haven't even bothered to leave, have you?" Her voice had grown quiet, in comparison to her earlier tone.
(No, but we've found that annoying the Elimist has bad consequences,) Tobias replied.
"And? Messing with a visser often has worse consequences, I'm sure."
(Have you even met the Elimist before?)
"No, can't say I have. Unless, of course, we're talking Yeerk legends." Her eyes glinted strangely at this comment.
(The Yeerks know about the Elimist?) Tobias inquired skeptically.
"Urban legend. Basically."
(I was not aware the Yeerks knew of the Elimist. Obviously I was mistaken,) my brother added.
"Like I said: urban legend. The Yeerks believe in it about as much as they believe in the Time Matrix. Anyway, we should go somewhere, since this room is very cramped and my cousin will be getting up soon." She glanced around. "Um, can you guys morph human?"
We nodded in unison. I was mildly surprised when my brother nodded, but assumed that the Elimist had allowed him to retain the ability.
"Well?" She commented, looking at us.
(You want to watch this?) Tobias questioned skeptically. She shrugged. (Ok…)
The morphing began. The first change, I noticed, was my head. My stalk eyes shriveled up and were sucked into my head. My blue fur was sucked into my skin as well. My front legs distracted me slightly, as I lost my balance. I pitched forward, landing on the edge of the couch. My head hit it and distracted me slightly. I shook my head and continued the morph. Standing, I surveyed my completed morph, pleased with myself.
The female, however, did not appear to be as…pleased. Her eyes had grown wide and her mouth was opening and closing in a most peculiar manner. Tobias and I followed her look, our eyes resting on Elfangor. He had completed his human morph and— "Oh God, he's naked!" Tobias shouted.
This seemed to spur her into action. "Take this, and stay right here!" With that, she threw a pillow at Elfangor and darted out of the room.
"Erm…" Tobias commented, in a gesture I believe is called "filling the silence".
"It's amazing what men'll leave lying about all the time," the female muttered, walking back in with a pair of pants. As her face turned a deep shade of red, she held out the pants to Elfangor. Elfangor, who had been staring at the pillow, immediately dropped it and put on the pants. It was slightly shocking to see that he accomplished the feat quite easily; I would have to ask him about it later.
"God, I need a life," the female muttered, looking up at the ceiling.
For any Andalites who may read this, a ceiling is a structure in a human home. It is used to cover their heads from attacks and rain. Some humans will build other levels on top of their ceilings, though the purpose of this is still confusing to me.
"Thank you, miss…" Elfangor began, looking at her for a name.
"Tiamate. Or Tia, your choice."
"Miss Tiamate. I thank you once again," Elfangor replied, inclining his head.
"You're quite welcome," she replied, raising an eyebrow much like Prince Jake will when he is skeptical about something. "Now, seriously, we need to get out of here. My truck's downstairs." She walked out of the hall, smiling at a few of the other humans who had apparently taken up residence there. Her face had taken the odd reddish color again as we moved down the hall. She stopped at a wall and pressed a button, tapping her foot impatiently.
After Elfangor and I had a claustrophobic attack in the elevator, the female Tia kicked us off at the next level and told us to take the stairs. When she said this, I do not believe she expected me to slide down every one with my brother attempting to catch me. In the end we landed at the bottom of what humans call a stair well, entangled.
"Having fun?" Tiamate asked us, poking her head into the stair well.
"Yes," Elfangor responded, smiling a bit. He attempted to stand a few times before Tobias and Tiamate took pity on us and helped us to our feet.
"Now, let's get out of here, shall we. I think the manager's a Yeerk." She walked out of the building and we followed. She stopped in front of a large black vehicle humans call a truck. "Ok, who has shot gun?"
Elfangor and I looked quizzically at each other. "Shot gun?" we inquired in unison.
"I call it!" Tobias shouted, raising his hand.
"Well, get in." She opened the door and I realized that it would be a long ride…
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"AHHHH!" The screams of the two Andalites in the back seat was driving me up the wall.
"We haven't even left the parking lot." I sighed, clutching the wheel. If these Andalites were going to have another claustrophobic attack, I was going to kick them out right here and now.
"You nearly hit a parked car," the only other relaxed person in the car said.
"Thank you, Captain Obvious," I muttered under my breath, throwing the car into drive.
"Do you know where it is we are going? Ing, going, g. G is a wonderful sound." It was the other Andalite, the one who wasn't Elfangor.
"I know I'm going to get gas. If you don't like it, get out and walk."
After a few more near fatal driving experiences, we finally arrived at our destination, the gas station. "So, where are we heading after this?" I questioned through an open window while leaning against my black truck. The three looked at each other. They looked at each other for a long time.
Finally one of them spoke. "My brother has said he does not wish to experience more war. I am only certain of two places he might stay to avoid it, however I do not think the first place will be suitable."
"Well?"
"Well, what?"
"Where the he—" I broke off as a silver car pulled up in the gas station across from us. It was very…shiny.
"Hello? Earth calling the psycho girl who's spilling gas over herself, come in psycho girl…" I blinked, looking up at the one person I had deemed sane enough to be possibly human.
"Huh? Oh, great. This is just my day, isn't it?"
"No, definitely not." He had gotten out of the car and walked over, grabbing one of the paper towels for people who are washing their windows. "Here, you might need this."
"Thanks…"
"Tobias. And that's Ax." He pointed at the Andalite who was leaned out of the left window, gasping for air.
"Claustrophobe much?"
"I think it's a chronic Andalite thing. Not sure." He glanced around the car, where Elfangor was doing the exact same thing out the right window.
I nodded, vaguely remembering one of the few times Esplin and Kornath were in the same pool. It was also one of the few times I managed to coax more than one word out of him. "It is. Alloran told me."
Immediately both Ax and Elfangor's heads snapped 'round and they stared at me. "Alloran?" Elfangor gasped, clambering out the driver's side. "How do you know Alloran?"
"Heh, long story." I glanced at my imaginary watch and exclaimed, "Look at the time! We should really take you somewhere…anywhere…anywhere at all…Any suggestions?" I glanced at the other two. They exchanged a look between themselves and nodded.
"Elfangor, do you wish to continue to fight?" Ax, I think the kid said, questioned.
Elfangor shook his head and then stepped back, leaning against the truck. "No, little brother, I do not. I have finished my fight and done what the Elimist wanted to do."
I looked between them, confusion on my face, "You two are brothers?" They nodded at me, giving me identical looks that read, "You couldn't see the family resemblance?"
"Nice to meet you. Now, do you mind wrapping this up, I have a meeting with my lawyer at 3." I opened my door and let the seat down, so that Elfangor could get in over his brother. Tobias walked around to the other side. "So, where to?"
"Elfangor, do you know of the warrior Mertil-Iscar-Elmand? Mand. Elmand. Mmm. 'M' is a very pleasant sound."
"Yes, I have."
"Were you aware that he is a vecol?"
"I had heard rumors. Though it does not surprise me. Why do you ask?"
"We know him." Tobias interjected, quietly.
"I see. And do you know if he would mind company?"
"We could ask him."
"Do you know his number," I questioned, turning to them. "Because we don't have all day here, you know."
Tobias shook his head. "No, but I'm sure I can get you from here. If you don't mind following a bird."
"Sure, whatever. I've been doing weirder stuff today. Following a bird may seem…normal."
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A/N: Sorry about ending the chapter there, but this was reaching upwards of four pages. Which is probably the longest I've ever written, so I hope the chapter's…decent. Anyway, please read and review!