Star's Allies
Chapter 9 - Orange Oceans
Sailing was something neither magicians ever took part in. Good thing they're surrounded by miles and miles of ocean. They'll have plenty to learn!
At least, that's what you would expect.
"I'm bored, dammit!"
"So am I…"
...Well, there's that one problem.
These two were also quite bored, knowing that their journey in the sea will be much longer than usual.
Well, there's that proposition…
"Hey, Taranza, you want to help me find energy spheres deep in the sea?" Magolor offered.
Taranza thought about that, and he answered quite quickly, too.
"Of course! Yes! I'll die of boredom before we get to Kirby…"
Magolor headed out of his ship.
"I'll need to borrow another snorkel, then…" he mumbled, exiting the room.
Taranza decided that his next action, while waiting, was to snoop around Daroach's ship.
His curiosity was peaking, after all, and he liked to explore.
That goal became his target, as he planned his infiltration…
…
Taranza shrouded himself with his blanket, and headed out of the Lor to get into the Squad's ship.
He decided that he needed to slip in unnoticed, and unequipped his 'gear'.
With a good 'hello' and a clunky excuse, Taranza managed himself onto the ship.
It went somewhat like this…
"Hey, hello! I don't believe we've exchanged names!"
Spinny, who happened to be near Taranza, responded himself. "Name's Spinny! I'm the guy handling the agility stuff. Well, not that there's much to do now that the captain decided to go to the sea…"
They exchanged a good line or two, and gave their farewells to each other. Taranza, checking for any prying eyes, went and searched for Daroach's cabin. It wasn't that hard to find. It had been the most obvious room, after all.
Much like Magolor's desk, Daroach had multiple papers and tools laid upon the table, with a map and a navigational divider set aside.
A mug had been placed there, too. It was half-filled, and it looked like it had just been drunk recently. He was going to have to be fast with this.
Taranza took a look and the papers. One interested him the most: a note from Meta Knight. He began to read.
"There's a prophecy that may soon come to pass. It is descended from my people, and those who were trusted.
There had been a tribe of sorcerers who had contacted a god oh-so long ago. Descendants of that tribe had lost their purpose of trying to seal the beast, and instead aim to release it. How it turned to this, I do not know.
It's name is Termina. The god of void. The originator. The matter most dark. It is an old being, one which I truly recognise. It had been the father to all who were 'children' of his.
A title was granted for himself and his children.
God of Void. Child of Dark. Child of Light. Child of Tricksters. Child of Stars.
This is, however, not complete.
There is one scribbled off by most retellings of this story. I have, however, managed to retrieve this valuable information, due to the truth that always lay in my family. There was a group of whom were consequential in this prophecy. The False Children. Those who play a side role have received this title. As to whom this may refer, I do not know.
I have deduced who the four 'children' are. Stars positively refer to Kirby, as you might already know. The Dark and the Light will be a magician and a spider, who are travelling on a ship, both of whom are named Magolor and Taranza respectively. As for the Trickster, his name is Marx.
I need to find the last three. When the three are found, then Kirby can come back to Dreamland.
He's gone, you know. He's been kidnapped, or so I've been told. Just fi-"
Taranza was just about to finish reading, when a loud noise jolted him.
The door opened. "What the hell are you doing here? Who are you?"
Taranza looked nervous for once.
"Get ou-"
"Sososorrybye!" Taranza exclaimed in a hurried manner, masking his voice in a deep fashion. He then bowled Daroach right over and jumped over the deck, stretching his web onto the Lor, propelling him a good mile or so onto the Starcutter deck.
"Flippin' thieves… at least that one's got some manners..."
That had been useful. The children and the god, huh? Looks like this was foretold in a prophecy. Taranza was liking it all the while. He finally had something to ponder over!
Is this connected to my soul? And I am the 'child of light'? Not so sure about that… Magolor, though… he fits right in with the whole dark 'spiel'.
Actually… isn't my soul form a moth…?
He still did not know what part made him a candidate for being a child of light. Maybe it was the moth.
Taranza sighed and stood silent on the Lor.
…
Magolor had bargained for quite some time.
"I tell you, you get more treasure, and I can get my fuel!"
"Fine, fine, I'll lend it to you!"
Daroach, who had clearly been worn out by the length of Magolor's speech, gave in and handed the egg his other snorkel.
"Take care of 'em, dammit."
"Will do."
Daroach started to relax some more.
"Right, the trade is over, and I need a good, long break…"
Magolor looked at the roach as he went into his canin after their negotiation down in a private room.
"What the hell-"
Magolor heard that part being exclaimed loudly. Figuring it was normal, he returned his attention to the snorkel.
"Get ou- Sososorrybye!"
He heard that, too, with footsteps ringing clear as day into Magolor's ears. Now, that's not so normal. Looks like some sort of quarrel is happening.
Might as well check it out.
Magolor ran up from the room, to find Daroach leaning over his deck, looking for something… or is it someone?
"Hey. Something happened?"
"Yeah, and it ain't good. Some black, sorta oval dude took a look at my important notes. It'll probably be leaked. Can't catch a good look on its face, too..."
"Well, I can try and catch him later."
"Easy for you to say; you didn't see how quick he was."
"Don't worry, I've got a plan…
Magolor's plan involved him running the auto-defense on this guy. "I'll do this right now, actually. Bye!"
Magolor said his goodbye to Daroach, who simply waved in return.
The sun began to set. It rolled around to a good evening, turning the ocean orange and warm.
The thief would never be found, as he never struck the mice again…
And even if Taranza returned in his getup, he'll have the Lor to deal with…
Thankfully, he'd never have to, as he outed himself out.
"Information, information, information…"
Taranza was currently pacing around, and occasionally writing (or drawing) the things he gathered on the captain's desk.
There were multiple names, titled to an attribute, as well as a circle, representing Termina. A crude drawing of himself, Kirby, and Magolor were there, along with a box with a name inside: Marx.
Now, he didn't know who this guy is, but he figured that he'll meet him (or her) eventually.
Lines were drawn, connecting Termina to the children.
Children…
"Ah!" Taranza returned to the paper.
Taranza nearly forgot about the false ones.
A quick scribble, and he drew a triangle, labelling it accordingly.
"Now, God of Void... "
Void… dark…
Dark?
Does the mirror count? It produced the darkest reality he'd seen yet...
He had experience toying with it, and it produced… a very, very unsatisfactory result.
Taranza drew a line.
He began to think through the theory, slowly hitting a roadblock. He didn't know other beings with 'void' connected to them.
...when was void even mentioned…? What significance does it have?
His mind traversed back to Magolor's notes.
To find void in this branch of magic… Corruption had a part in it.
Jamba Hearts had a role. He knew that. Just how far, he didn't know.
Worth knowing.
He underlined, circled, and boxed the word 'Jamba Heart', and fiercely linked it to Termina. He wrote another word, 'Corruption', and also linked it, with a much thinner line.
Alrighty, then… That's all I have right now.
Taranza flipped the paper on its other side and folded it in.
Soon, it became a small, paper boat, albeit slightly crushed up and wonky.
Good enough.
Setting up the intruder's description on the Lor security system, Magolor decided to check on Taranza, just to make sure he's okay. Even if he's on a different ship, the thief could've fled here.
Magolor walked down his hallways and knocked on Taranza's room. No answer.
Knocked again. Silence greeted him.
I'm going to have to pull out the master key…
One round trip to his room later, and Magolor barged in Taranza's room. The spider was half-asleep on his bed, muttering about a boat.
"Er, hello?"
Taranza flashed back awake.
"Ah, uh…" Taranza turned to Magolor. "Yeah, hello. Sorry, nearly fell asleep there…"
Magolor asked him a simple question. "You seen the thief?"
"Oh, the thief?" Taranza stopped for a minute. "...that was me."
...this guy sounds honest. Are you serious, Taranza?
Magolor voiced his last thought to the spider.
"...yeah, I'm serious. Look, all I did was look at some documents. Unfold that paper boat there," Taranza pointed to the desk, "and read what's inside."
"Okay, first off, stealing is bad, and second…" Magolor lowered his voice. "I admit, I'm a bit curious, as well…"
Magolor reached for Taranza's terrible paper boat and unfolded it. What he saw was somewhat like a flowchart, with mixed notes in between.
He started to read.
"God of Void, Termina, is connected to a prophecy. I tell you, what Meta Knight wrote was kinda wack.
So, Termina, right. God of Void."
Magolor took note of the use of 'void'. Continuing, he took a cursory glance as the Jamba Heart section.
"Jamba Hearts are very much connected here. Because corruption affects them (at least, I assume so; need to confirm with Magolor), it'll be bad if we let it run through Dreamland like some plague.
Also, Termina has some people connected to him, called 'children'."
Magolor could not believe his eyes on what he saw next.
"Child of Dark is Magolor, apparently. I don't know why. Probably got to do with his soul form and his attack type."
What in the world…?
Magolor reread that section. He was the child of dark? It made sense, but come on… He already had enough of this since Another Dimension!
"I, Taranza, am the Child of Light! Again, probably due to my soul form, but otherwise I have no idea on the topic.
Kirby, obvious one; Child of Stars. Fitting, considering the puffball travels using a star.
Marx… now, I'm not sure about this one. I don't even know who he is. Sounds untrustworthy, though, with a title literally called Child of Tricksters. Sounds too edgy, in my opinion. I can already see the guy's jerkish personality in my head…"
Wow, Taranza really disliked this 'Marx' dude.
"Okay, that's all?"
"Magolor, you missed the last one."
Where?
Magolor quickly scanned the paper once again, rereading the information strewn across the singular page.
Wait, hold on, there's the section I missed…!
"The False Children…?" Magolor mumbled, confused. "... this is incomplete."
"Yup! Again, I don't know who these guys or gals are, but they're there for a reason. Don't have one now, though." Taranza cheerfully explained his reasonings.
Well, good one, I suppose. No info left…
"Taranza, I'll make some revisions. Correcting your organization grammar, and drawings shouldn't be that hard."
"Okay, yeah."
The egg picked up a pencil and started writing. He needed to make annotations… and the drawing is sub-par at best, he'll have to touch it up a bit.
...
Magolor left the paper as it is and turned back to Taranza, who had fallen asleep whilst Magolor was reading. Magolor smiled at the scene, and left silently, closing the door. He'll need to affix the information with his own… and with Taranza's help, it might just be easier...
He finally can split his workload! Taranza won't be that bored again, too, now that he'll offer the spider a job.
What a sound plan…!
Now, what was I going to do again?
Magolor, surely you've not forgotten the incident today…?
"The incident, soul…?"
…
"Oh, wait, that's it. The thief. I need to remove the 'thief' from the security systems…"
Heading to his controls, he opened up the command console and navigated his way into the security system.
Magolor typed a few commands, and the 'thief' was no longer being targeted as a threat. He then wiped his sweat (or at least, what sweat there is) and took a piece of paper to record the information on a much better format. Taranza's organisation was horrendous… and he needed to rework the paper again, as it looked too messy for Magolor's eyes.
Unbeknownst to Magolor, as he had his head turned opposite to the command screen, a warning showed up on the top left corner of the screen. One that foretold of a slowly approaching storm. A very heavy storm. One that may affect their journey tremendously… were it to hit in a few more days...
Now, he really should get Taranza diving right away. They've got a few more energy spheres in the area...
"Ahoy, land!" Spinni shouted, enthusiastic as he readied the shovels.
Magolor and his crew (consisting of only Taranza) already got the spheres over the course of the day and at sunset, Daroach had planned for the entire team to explore the island now in front of them.
Storo beamed. "Ahoy, la-" The ship crashed on the beach. Daroach exited his cozy cabin.
"Who the hell is piloting the ship!?"
Silence in the ship ensued. A small Squeak jumped and yelled as hard as the little guy could.
Daroach sighed. "Next time, please do something that you could reach." He then turned to his next point. "Who in this ship gave this guy control over the steering wheel?" Daroach said with a tense voice whilst he pointed to a now nervous Squeak.
Storo raised his hand. "Ah… that would be Doc, Cap'n."
"...I know the old man is gaining on the years, but seriously…"
Doc noticed the rest of the crew, who looked at him in scrutiny.
"Ohhh… I went off to get some tea. I sorta gave control to this tiny guy here," he gestured, "for a little while. Sorry for the inconvenience, I suppose."
"Ah, fine. I'll let it pass. Right, screw the ship. Storo, can you repair whatever damage there is?"
"Course I can, Cap'n!"
"Spinni, you come and scout with me," Daroach pointed to the island.
"Doc, call on Magolor and Taranza. I want them out and about on the island."
The two mice went and did their assigned tasks, as Dariach followed Spinni, who was in turn also followed by the Squeak that was involved in the S.S. crashing. Doc, using his floating transport vehicle (dubbed 'the UFO' for 'the Ultimate Flying Orbital' by Doc himself), flies to the deck of the Lor and knocks on the cabin doors. He then knocks some more.
Finally, he just decided to just barge in. What he came face-to-face was Magolor asleep, laying on a table with a pencil in his hand's grasp. The paper he was working on was gone, however.
…
"Ehehehe… pretty good!"
Taranza is currently comparing his work with Magolor's. His looked much more rushed compared to Magolor's, with scribbles as depictions of himself, Magolor and Kirby. However, he wasn't just done with it yet. Copying Magolor's technique, Taranza strived to make his writing good, in a sort of sense.
He annotated (stole Magolor's comments) and drew via copy and pasting, finally writing his name on his set of paper. In other words, he had made a better copy.
"Bingo! I really like this one!"
…
"...this guy looks like a dead man walking," Doc commented, after seeing Magolor is such a state.
The alien was slumped over on his desk, tired as hell as Doc watched this guy snore.
Well… he needs to do his job, anyway…
"...time for experiment number 373…"
Flashing a crazed smile, Doc pulled out a number of wires, along with a generator with its fuel from his UFO. "Set the power to 0.10, and away we go to advancements in technology!"
Doc held his wires, attached to the generator, and connected Magolor to the wires. Noticeably, Magolor was literally jolted awake. He was not happy.
"What the he-" Doc cut him off.
"Mr. Daroach would like to see you, and you're running late, friend."
"I don't care about that! Why the hell did you," Magolor aggressively pointed to the generator as he continued to berate the now smirking Doc, "decide that this was a good idea to wake someone up!?"
Magolor progressively got calmer as time passes, and by the time he calmed down, he really was running late.
Doc directed him farewell and started to search for Taranza.
"...I forgot to ask him where Taranza is…"
After a couple minutes of traversing the Starcutter and finding Taranza, Doc had finally found both of them and headed back to the ship himself.
All the others were already waiting for him on the ship's deck. Taranza looked quite wet… Doc wasn't sure why that was the case.
"I still can't fly in this form, dammit. Best I could do is glide…" murmured Taranza, who grumbled here and there after finding out that gliding might not cover the whole distance of his travel mid-flight.
Daroach took off his fancy hat. "Right, now that everyone's here…"
"Yer gonna go explore the island, divided into groups. I want to see some treasure there, be it perishable goods or gold."
"Hehhh. Why do I have to join this?" Taranza complained, bring dragged out by Doc and flew off himself.
"Because we're escorting you. We're treasure hunters and we were contracted to escort you to who knows where."
"Hm. Ok. Fine… What'll we do then?"
Spinni was the one who answered that. "Usually, we forage or dig up stuff. Real fun, I'd say. Plus, we actually got a map this time!"
So that's it. They're just focusing mainly on treasure.
Magolor spoke up. "Of course, me and Taranza here will help you out."
...Magolor, I didn't agree to this one bit.
"Alright, all's settled. Here's your teams…"
…
Magolor ended up still with Taranza, accompanied by Spinni and Doc. Daroach, who also included himself, barged his way into another team.
Taranza was complaining time and time again, until even Magolor was annoyed at the sight. Spinni and Doc had tuned out their ears long ago.
"Taranza, can you shut up for once?" Magolor said harshly.
Taranza was stopped mid-rant as he noticed the looks on his teammates' faces.
He had been annoying them to a good degree.
Whoops.
"Look, I'm sorry that my complaints have been getting to you guys."
"Yeah, alright," Doc muttered, with Spinni nodding in support of his statement.
crack
Something broke.
Someone else is here besides them.
Magolor was cautious now. On guard, he prepared a ranged spell. Just in case. Similarly, Taranza was unnerved, with Doc and Spinni readying their weapons just in case.
A river was in front of them. It was still, however, and its currents stuck on a position. Their further surveys concluded something. Something odd is happening.
"Well, you don't encounter this everyday..." Doc studied the liquid, curious.
As Doc peered at the petrified river, Magolor and Taranza scouted the area around them. Spinni, however managed to take note of something. A single feather, beside a fallen branch. Its color was a deep violet, and quite heavy upon holding it up.
Upon alerting the rest of the group, Spinni showed them the weighted feather.
This was peculiar. They can't shake off the feeling that they were being watched, but the feather intrigued them so. They were so entranced by the feather that the nearly silent attack from behind them hit true on its targets.
shwoop
"!"
A horizontal kick made its way across the four adventurers, as they smashed onto the closest tree. What they saw was, safe to say, questionable. It was a hamster, a giant one at that, with purple eyes and much darker color palette than most animals.
Magolor had a terrible feeling about this. He now had another gut feeling. Somehow, had they met before…?
Racking his brain through, Magolor came up with one solution he might've just missed otherwise. "...Rick?"
"...pardon, who?"
That's right, he had met them back when he crash landed on Popstar. The one the owl introduced him to, as well as a fish.
Wait a minute. An owl and a fish?
"Guys, watch out for the-"
A black mass knocked the poor magician straight through the tree.
"What the heck was that, Doc!?"
"Spin, I have no clue. My UFO had been damaged ny that strike earlier..."
Taranza cried out for his friend, before returning his focus to find a fish in the river, spouting a great deal of corrosive water onto them. More accurately, it was a type of acid.
They screamed as some of their skin burned off, hit by the acidic blobs.
All came to hell when 'Rick', the one Magolor identified, ignited the small forest with a deep purple flame, causing smoke and a literal hell landscape.
…
"Boss, I ain't likin' that smell…" Storo warned his captain.
He had the pleasure of venturing with the captain, and something like this happened?
"Should we check it out?"
"I think we should, boss."
Mind made up, Daroach looked at the Squeaks following him. "Listen, alright? Go help the other teams. Me and Storo here are gonna investigate the smoke from the forests."
The two crew members nodded as best as they could with a small squeak, and ran off.
"Now, let's hurry. Can't let a fire burn for so long."
"Speaking of fires, I'll get the cola. It'll help, captain."
…
Taranza fought to stay awake as his body was riddled with pain. Doc, who had exited his craft due to not wanting it get destroyed, shot off a laser or two before Spinni took over and slashed a couple of times at the enemies. Dodging the occasional blur, they had their hands caught up in a three-way attack.
The hamster, Rick, had razed the forest slowly but surely, with the fish dousing some flames out with his acid. The smoke resulted from that wasn't very pleasant, though. With the bird's great speed, it made itself look like a whirlwind, which blew the smoke all over the forest.
"Do something!"
"Spinni, be patient, alright?"
Doc started to rummage through his UFO.
Magolor, who was bent on trying to knock some sense into these animals, fired off a much larger energy ball than what he usually did.
"Taranza, add something to this!" Magolor hollered, as he flung the extra big sphere over to the river.
"No time to waste, buddy!" Taranza made a much smaller ball of light, and even then he was already struggling. He wasn't used to this type of magic, and turning into a moth wouldn't help at the current moment, so this was his next best option.
In theory, Taranza had thought this through. Power from Magolor's attack would bounce off into his sphere, which can speed it up a lot. The problem is, he wasn't sure if it would work, and the enemy can't be guaranteed to stay in one spot for long.
Eh, who cares.
Taranza floated the ball right on the attack's trajectory, and ducked for cover while passing a job to the other two beside him.
"Find something that could hold one of them in place long enough for that to hit!"
Doc and Spinni did their part. Doc, being Doc, grabbed his lunch from the slightly damaged UFO, which he had packed. "Spinni, take this!" Doc handed him his lunch. "Use it as bait!"
"On it, Doc!" Spinni grabbed the bait and rushed off. At that moment, the two attacks from Magolor and Taranza collided, Magolor making sure that his attack was slow enough for the rest of the group to prepare. Taranza's ball now went at crazy speeds, plowing through the spaces between the trees,heading towards the river.
Spinni threw his bait and ran for the woods.
Surely, one of them would grab the food…!
Magolor saw the opportunity present itself.
Kine took it, flopping out of the water. Perfect.
"That's it…!" Magolor shouted, as the fast energy bullet bonked Kine right out of the water, hitting him on the stomach and sending him flying as he choked for a moment and coughed up a full Jamba Heart as he was struck by Taranza's powered-up attack.
"Yeaah!" Taranza yelled out, as Magolor rushed over and crushed the heart with a quick spell.
Things weren't over yet, however. There were still two others who made their moves against the four-man team.
No second wasted, Rick appeared behind them, right after the heart was destroyed. "My mY, aIN't tHaT a goOd fiGHt? NOw, let's eScaLaTe iT." Rick began to continuously spew fire. This time, they weren't too lucky. For the second time of the day, their skin burned.
Quick reflexes brought the four minor burns, and they were already tired to their cores when Rick pounced on them.
Thankfully, help came in just in time.
"...douse him!"
A jet of cola streamed across the trees, and out came Daroach and Storo, carrying a full barrel of the stuff.
"Shake some more, Storo. We've got hostiles to take care of."
Taranza took a look at the guy, as Spinni shouted "Captain!" in an exhilarated voice.
Well, I'm going to rest for a bit, and let this guy handle the rest…
The others had similar thoughts as they all lay there beside the trees.
Rick screeched at the liquid and redirected his fire to the two mice instead. Another vigorous shake and a quick spike of cola, and Rick was pushed back by the liquid. Daroach swiped quick and hard at the arsonist aiming for his vitals.
...I missed…!
Just inches away, and this guy dodged. Oh, I'm open now...
Daroach observed his situation as he perceived the incoming attack. He wasn't going to let some weak ass fire stop his journeys!
Pyre came across to the captain, and yet he did not care one bit. Ducking as he swerved left, he delivered another swipe at the hamster, this time landing his hit.
Unfortunately, Rick also managed to burn part of his skin off, which Daroach patted quickly, ignoring the pain building up.
"Storo!" Daroach prompted, sending a flurry of swipes at the hamster.
"On it!" Storo prepped his remaining cola and shook it the hardest he could, as he opened the cap and cola flew out.
Daroach, catching a grip on the arsonist, picked him up much to Rick's annoyance, and threw him into the air.
"Sync? Please? Come on…"
The cola flew ever closer. Rick widened his eyes before opening his mouth to scream.
"Come on…"
Amongst the anarchy, Rick was blasted with high pressure cola, mouth wide open, as he plunged fast to the nearest tree, which toppled over.
"Great job, Storo! Though, it may have been too powerful…" Daroach congratulated Storo, mentioning the last part in mumbles.
A cough could be heard, signalling the heart's expulsion, as Magolor unsteadily walked over and blasted the damned creation with vigor.
Daroach tended to his crew and the injured, as he called for the ship's medic to patch the guys up. A few Squeaks with medic hats brought him the requested items, as they started to patch the injured.
Daroach peered to check on Magolor as he helped apply healing remedies to the multiple burns and peeled-off skin.
Magolor wobbled back before collapsing entirely, with Taranza, who was already passed out at that point.
Well, he could've been better.
Doc, who actually isn't the ship's medic, was still lying on the ground. Storo, instructed by Daroach to watch over them, did his job.
What you all need some rest.
A few hours in, and Daroach was sleeping through the night, already carrying the four into the ship's infirmary with a makeshift stretcher.
He even helped to carry the hamster and the fish back to his ship, as captives, of course. They're alsi in the infirmary. They do need rest, too.
They had all needed rest, after the fiasco that the day had brought them.
He, however, did not know that there were three…
White, shining eyes pierced through the night. A cackle, appreciating the winds that will bring trouble to the island. She loved it.
Magolor woke up with a start. After finding himself on a bed, he questioned what had happened yesterday.
Oh wait, that's right, I destroyed the two hearts.
Something is wrong. He noticed.
Two hearts…? Wait, shi-
"Crap!" Magolor rushed off the bed, and pain overcame him.
"Augh…."
Maybe he should take it slow.
…
"Daroach. Daroach, open, dammit!" Magolor knocked on the cabin door multiple times. Finally, after a few minutes, the captain of the S.S. opened his door.
"What…?"
"By chance…" Magolor rasped, "did you see… a third animal? It's an owl…"
"A third… animal…?"
His mind raced. "Wait, there's three?!"
He was so loud that all the other patients woke up, and came up the deck to find their captain post-realization.
Magolor pointed things out.
"Right, so there's three, Rick, Kine, and Coo. Rick's the hamster, Kine's the fish, and Coo's the-"
"I get it already. So, now, how will we catch this bird?"
The sun shone on them happily, though the ones on deck weren't quite happy right now.
"Well, there's multiple ways we could do it," Taranza offered.
"One, we could ask the other two animals for help; two, we," pointing towards himself and Magolor, "transform into scary monsters and beat the living devil out of it."
"I think I like the first idea better," Doc gave his opinion.
"Agreed. On the same boat here with Doc." Daroach followed.
Spinni gave his opinion next. "How about number two? That sounds quite cool, if you'd ask me!"
Storo voiced his own opinion, and decided that asking for help wouldn't be that bad.
"Why can't we do both?" Storo questioned the magician duo.
"I get especially tired when I use it, and I don't want to risk it in the state I'm in now…" Magolor answered.
"Right, so asking for help it is!"
"Agreed. I'll send them up shortly," Daroach mentioned.
All of a sudden, the sun stopped being so bright and happy. The sky turned into consistent grey and it starts to rain lightly. An ominous storm was headed to them, as a tornado slowly approached the crew. Was it a tornado or a hurricane, they do not know.
What they do know is that Coo is inside there, a caw of laughter echoing in the environment.
"Shit…"
Rick and Kine, Perfect Tag Team
Being animals, Rick and Kine have managed to be 'brothers' for a long time. These two were corrupted by the power of the Jamba Heart, and turned against Dreamland, eventually settling on an island along with Coo as their 'nest', as Coo calls it. Both are very skilled in their natural affinity, with Rick using two affinities himself. Their powers have been multiplied many times, making Kine's waters corrosive and Rick's fire ever so damaging.
Nevertheless, they were once 'brothers', yet they didn't act together, because of the different personalities the Jamba Heart had brought them, reducing their teamwork into a mess.
…
"Kine, want to be my friend?"
"Of course, Rick! Here, take this pepper and eat it whole!"
"Huh? Why should I eat this spicy fruit?"
"So that we're brothers, silly! The best of best of friends! I've eaten it before, and you should to! Isn't that what friends do? To endure and do things, together? Like a true brother! Come on, eat it!"
"Well, now I just have to, don't I?"
AN:
Boy, what a delay that was. Sorry for that, by the way. Back into the roll now though, so we're fine!
Magolor and Taranza got some work to do especially with them finding energy spheres.
With Rick, Kine and Coo back in the picture since the Prologue, this'll be an interesting thing to play with!
rachael. : Marx likes to slip himself in the story sometimes. He's just got that sense of "aha, I must mess with this part of the story!" and poof, he's there. Thankfully, Marx is now not there, so rest assured his next escapades will be put down immediately.