Fighting Aios: Endgame

Pearl awoke as his soul.
Yes, that's strange, as you ARE your soul inside a body, but Pearl awoke as his soul, wearing soft robes and full of pure power.
His frozen cocooned (is that a word?) body was inside a tub of liquid, and several surgeon droids were inspecting him. Pearl tried to speak, but his mouth was glued shut by dark energy.
Pearl saw that the bodies of the other heroes were also suspended in tubs of liquid, but they seemed to be in a complete sleep.
Pearl...
Pearl turned around, but saw noone. Then, he saw a Core materialize, glowing like a ball of magma.
I am Tempest core, a part of her soul. Her consciousness hasn't been uploaded to me yet, but it will be soon. Because my mentor, Frost, has connections to you, I am going to help for once.
Then, he noticed that the wispy core was purple and black, emanating an aura of neutralness and a hint of corruption.
Pearl tried to dash towards the droids that were now inspecting his body further, but his soul was frozen in place.
Metal Frost and Quantum Aios are raging all over the land, destroying the last of nature. Tunnel Town has great defenses, but cannot survive under the might of two ultimate beings. The robots affected by the EMP field are all non-evil ones, of course, and are being repaired. Everyone else managed to escape, but I have no idea where Snowyclaw went.
Pearl growled in frustration as he was forced to gaze upon his own helpless body. For some reason, the dark energy had unfused, probably by Tempest Core's own will.
"Let me move!" cried Pearl.
Good thing that they were partially inside the Duat and invisible to the untrained eye, as Pearl probably would've gotten several droids with sharp scapels after him. Eek.
Tempest Core chuckled, although it was hard to tell, as cores didn't have distinguished faces.
Not yet, my hope, I have to warn you that they are planning to use your bodies to give MF unlimited power. No help can arrive because the EMP field is now blocking all charter into the Vramaasian dimension, and the remaining rebellion is scattered. Even mighty Raika cannot arrive in time to save you. Only you can save yourselves. Only you....
Tempest Core flickered, and for a moment, Pearl saw the outline of a dark shell, but without any "filling", or features, inside the outline. Sparkles that glowed in every color of the rainbow gracefully fell down from the essence.
I'm sorry, Pearl, but Tempest's body needs to have me back, else she will dissolve into a vegetive state, and be of little use. Goodbye, Pearl -
Just as Tempest Core vanished in a large, white sparkle, Pearl was able to move.
So free, so powerful...
Pearl shook his head, and looked down at the droids.
"I have to attack them!" said Pearl.
"Like that's not palpable, Mr. Obvious."
Pearl turned around, and saw none other than Jade's flickering soul behind him!
"Jade!"
Jade rolled her eyes.
"Like that's not dead obvious."
Jade looked almost exactly like she was fully alive, except that she wore a gazillion spiked wristbands on her limbs and that she was transcluent. Thank goodness her jean-shorts were essentially part of the body, as Pearl didn't want to see her... parts.
"Look, I have a plan. Somehow, this core of glittering darkness spliced the souls out of all of the Mobian Heroes, so we have ample backup. You take out the droids attending our bodies, and I'll restore them to full vigor. I know you're the balanced type, and both Onyx and Bayetta are offensive, but they seem to be taking time to fully assemble themselves, so just do it, m'kay?"
Pearl nodded, despite being blown in the face with a million hairdryers as she blasted him with too much information.
"TMI, Jade, TMI." muttered Pearl.
Jade's face flushed, making her look like a cucumber with red paint splashed on it.
"I did NOT say anything like Daddy wipes my butt!" huffed the echidna.
"Now that's TMI." retorted Pearl, waggling a finger.
"Fine, you win. Just get down to it."

Pearl quickly and nimbly dove down to the droids, despite being weighed down by furry robes. Whose idea was it to cover his soul in robes that wouldn't come off for spirit combat, anyways?
Pearl knew it was dangerous to immerse himself in the Duat, the very source of magic and all things, but he had to draw upon the vast mana river within the top layer. The bottom layers were goldmines of magic, sure, but were very hard to delve into, much less access the mana and come out alive.
He felt his stomach (if a soul could have one) tingle, like he was in a dropping rollercoaster.
Slowly, the fog cleared from his eyes. He could see the droids and his own body. The droids were purple with spots of blackness inside them, as they were machines and couldn't draw upon magic unless they were equipped to. His body glowed in warm colors, which meant it was still alive, but he saw... angelic wings?!
Pearl shook the thought of being a seraph aside, and focused on the shimmering, salt-colored mana in the Duat. He could only see the enviroment in the Duat because he was pretty much an earth creature, not a magic one.
Holding up his psychokinetic hands, he sucked in a healthy amount of mana. Instantly, power began surging through his veins, and his gold wristbands glowed blinding white with enhanced power.
"Good amount. I should be able to destroy the droids with this." he noted.
Just as he was scooping up the last liquid mana, he saw a drakon approach from the river near the mana pools. Drops of water-like mana dripping out of his glowing rings, he quickly exited the Duat, and nearly collapsed.
"Get moving! I can't disable our coating until the droids are disposed of!" shrieked Jade.
Man, was that lady shrill and scary when she wanted to.
Pearl quickly snapped to his senses, and immediately created a serpentine dragon made of psychokinetic energy out of his glove. Somehow, though, it obeyed his every move, unlike his usual dragon chains.
Like one of those legendary dragons the East talked about, it swiftly moved like a heavenly snake, slithering through the droids and making their circuits overheat and explode.
BOOM! KRAKOOM! FLASH!
Before Pearl knew it, his Duat-traveling dragon dissolved into shimmering sparks, and the white glow faded. Yellow spots danced before his soul's eyes, and he could barely stand up.
He saw a green streak pressing buttons on the tubs, destroying the ice and wires, and he saw his allies start to slowly wake.
Pearl understood why they were so slow, as their souls were supposed to be splicing, not awakening inside their bodies. He made a weak face when he saw Dawson drooling as he awoke. Seriously, was that kid ever going to stop making armpit noises and being obnoxious?
Just as he felt the yanking of his body to return, he blacked out.

Pearl awoke on the roof of the Cybernetic Castle, and for a moment thought he was in his room, decorated with posters of the Forget-Me-Knots, Melody in a bikini, and various video game characters, in solitude from the complicated Third Phantom War. It wasn't official, but most dimensions declared that the last war was starting in the basis of the world.
Then, he saw his friends glaring at a large beast, and a very familiar black Chao with them.
"Onyx's Chao, Met!" exclaimed Pearl.
Jade turned around, and said: "Shhh," putting a finger to her mouth.
Behind Met was a four-legged, black and brown antlered wolf...
"Snowyclaw, the eternal hero!"
"Now you're making me blush," said Snowyclaw, a faint speckle of pink on her cheeks. She looked so beautiful and dashing, glaring at whatever his comrade were glaring at with silent confidence and pride...
Pearl shook the admiration out of his head. Snowyclaw was a Jamaasian, not a Mobian, and besides, he was sure she had friends and a boyfriend of her own.
Pearl glanced down at himself, and pinched his cheek, making sure he wasn't his soul anymore. (Still sounds odd to say that he wasn't his soul..)
Then, Pearl saw the thing that his allies were glaring at.
It was MF and Aios themselves, in gory 3D.
Dried blood was splattered all over their metal bodies, like an army had died to them - which wasn't far-fetched, according to what he thought of what Tempest Core said.
"Bwa ha ha ha! The whelps have opened their eyes! I don't care, though, awake or asleep, Mobians make scrumptious munchies." hissed MF.
The pixel eyes awkwardly moved from gel pixel to gel pixel, moving her vision from side to side.
Aios floated by her, somehow restraining himself from shooting beams all over the place. Bayetta could clearly feel that the Quantum Dial was struggling to keep itself from making its body from firing beams everywhere like a madman, as she tensed.
"You will cease all operations on the nation of Vramaa, Metal Frost, malicious tyrant, foul schemer and hero impostor! I, Jade, leader of the Mobian Heroes and daughter of Silver the Hedgehog and Crystal the Echidna, bearer of the Color Wisp powers and deputy of the Guardian of Angel Island, official citizen of Neo Mobius and hero to heart, decree so!" said Jade courageously, looking the intimidating Metal Frost right in the vile eye.
Pearl noticed everything about Jade was stiff but proud. Her feet were glued in place, but by courage, not by fear. Her legs didn't quiver or move at all, and were as rooted in place as a stone statue. Her slim belly didn't move one inch, and her hands were curled in fists, ready to fight and stand her ground.
Then, they were her eyes. Gosh, her eyes. Everything moved in synch, just like a duo moving together, knowing each other's movements perfectly and corresponding actively to it. If it ever came to an ultimatum, Pearl would surely say Jade's eyes were the most courageous of all of her parts. He could sniff a tiny, flickering flame of fear inside her, but the large ocean of courage around it doused the fear whenever it tried to run rampant and consume Jade in a conflagration.
MF hissed, clearly not ready for such speak from a tiny grub.
"You understand nothing and are brashly naive, Jade. I already have exterminated most of the rebellion and taken over those who are wise enough to bow before me, and taking out you twerps should be like taking candy from a baby."
Aios glared down at them, and spoke, but it was clearly the voice of the Quantum's A.I..
"I have taken out armies and villages with a single breath, ants. I have destroyed the strongest leader of phantoms in a single glance, although Apophis is far stronger than her. Will you noobs put up an entertaining and splendid fight? I think not."
Each word that the two robots spoke seemed to flare up anger within Pearl, feeding the fire with sticks and dried grass. Every sentence they finished made Pearl's soul beg harder and harder for unlimited justice on these vile, malicious creatures. It was all he could do to make sure his power didn't burst out and turn him into a rampaging monster.
Just as Pearl was losing his grip on reality, Onyx saved him with a swift "Chaos Control!"
The six emeralds that the Mobian Heroes had found on their journeys together swirled around Onyx, then glowed in full synchronization, and a blast of green Chaos blasted Aios right in the face, pushing the metal mask backwards.
Metal Frost sneered, not caring for her "ally"'s injury.
"Ah. So you don't submit to the Vramaasian Empire. Adequate punishment should be administered... or worse."
As swift as a hawk hunting a field mouse, Metal Frost swooped down, diving like the bird of prey itself, and sharply cut Onyx in the side using a spike of hers. It was only one metal spike, but it was enough to cut a long gash and throw the Chaos Emeralds all over the roof. They would've fallen into the clutches of Aios and MF if it weren't for them being drawn to the heroes.
"CHAO!" cried Met. His pink wings contrasted with his black skin and daffodail head-spike and sphere, making him look quite fascinating. Black gangster glasses, sized down to Chao-size, were perched atop his slanted forehead.
Onyx, letting out a belated scream of a fallen soldier, fell down promptly to the Cybernetic Castle's roof, and Jade ran to his side. For some reason, after that, neither side attacked the other, and instead just retorted to each other's remarks.
So much anger... Unlimited power pouring out...
Before Pearl could react and keep himself under control, his consciousness was thrust like a broken toy out of his body, and he was forced to watch his rageful body wreak hell onto his enemies.

"P-Pearl?" was the first thing Dawson could utter as Pearl blasted off using his psychokinesis powers. His storage tank of energy within his rings was dried blood red, and his eyes were full of fire - not a good sign.
The streak of white energy shot between Quantum Aios and MF several times before the other heroes caught on to what they should do.
Dawson felt as if Pearl's true essence were right behind him, sending a shiver that seemed the person-walking-on-your-grave type down his spine, but Dawson had to concentrate on other things... such as...
"Oh, so you're turning into a rocket! Can I ride on you to Mars?" chuckled the flying squirrel.
"Dawson! Concentrate on the task - help Pearl! He can be classified as a beserker in this state, but he's our ally nevertheless!" snapped Tails-Ko. She was throwing small aquabombs and rusty wrenches (what?) at the beasts as Pearl attacked the likes of both of them, which seemed to distract them enough to ensure that Pearl could finally finish them off.
Jade was performing healing spells on Onyx, despite being intially unavaliable in Neo Mobius until Crystal, her mother, taught healing spells she learned from Frost Miranda Sagearium to most local Mobians on Angel Island.
Dawson actually did very well in school, but he was sent to the principal's office frequently due to his.. annoying habits. This led to many thinking of him as a mindless punk, which led to his exclusion out of Gifted Services's service, many field trips, and lifelong humiliation, which caused Dawson's self-esteem to implode on itself under a thick skin of happy-go-lucky antics.
Why is this important in the heat of combat? Because it made him unwilling to fight when it was needed.
"Dawson, DO SOMETHING!" screeched Bayetta, whose robotic arm was punching holes in Metal Frost's skin and causing the mechanaloid-looking robot a lot of pain and panic.
Dawson gritted his teeth, and a manly tear came down his chin.
"I won't! I'll just goof up and destroy Vramaa!" replied Dawson, his tone squeaky from internal sadness.
"You won't!" assured Tails-Ko. "You'll do fine."
"NO! Leave me alone! You never do anything great for me!"
Jade rolled her eyes just as she absorbed a purple wisp she summoned, and became the Void monster, floating up and tearing at her enemy.
"He's a brat, gals. Leave him to weep, destroy bad robots first, then talk." commanded the muffled voice of Jade.
Reluctantly, Tails-Ko and Bayetta nodded at their leader's command, and concentrated all their might on their priority - MF and Aios.
Radiant beams of red light shot out of the Quantum Dial suction-cupped (is that a word?) to Aios's forehead, if a mask could have a coherent one, shooting all over the place and making a few unattractive craters in the already-wrecked battlefield in front of the Cybernetic Castle, making aiming harder and harder as the beams grew more frequent and deadly. Dawson's allies fought bravely, including the boosted Jade and Pearl, but he, Met and Snowyclaw were just standing there, either too weak to help until gathered together (Snowyclaw), stunned at their might (Met), or simply unwilling to fight (Dawson).
That's right, Dawson... Three powerful forces, wasted...
Dawson looked behind him, and Pearl's image flickered on, washed in vibrant blue color; full of static, like a broken TV's image; and dressed in an ornate fur robe.
Fight, Dawson! I achieved power and wisdom through battle, now it is your turn. Even though you are considered an obstacle by my obnoxious sister and a hopeless twerp by the others, prove you are worthy.
Pearl's image pointed at Onyx. Just then, Dawson wondered how Pearl could be in two pieces, one attacking like a madman and the other guiding him, but he focused on what his self-proclaimed caretaker was saying.
Onyx is bravely using Chaos Control using the emeralds drawn to him, and making sure my body can efficently attack the enemy, along with Jade's powerful Wisp attacks. Tails-Ko and Bayetta are also playing support, but alas, we need more offense to ensure the enemy is taken down before we are overwhelmed with droids they summon and sheer exhaustion. You must join the team's battle, Dawson, and rally both Met and Snowyclaw!
"But I'm not a leader!" cried Dawson, making undignified hucking and snorting noises as he sobbed not-so-silently.
"Who are you talking to, nutcase?" asked Snowyclaw.
Sigh. Even a pacifist and peace activist/part-time hero treated him as a nut.
"Nobody, wonderdog!" replied Dawson.
Snowyclaw winced at the slightly-offending remark, but nevertheless continued to try to restore her grip on reality and powers after being awakened so abruptly. Meanwhile, Met cheered his friends on, which wasn't helping at all due to the din of explosions.
As hopeless as ever, Dawson. Please, don't let our team be overwhelmed by Vramaasian forces. As we speak, we are tiring. Help, and use your antics to save the day!
"Thanks for the pep talk, Pearl. I'll go crack my skull open with a chainsaw now." muttered Dawson, being as pessimist as pessimist could probably be - which was initially odd, due to Dawson's usual over applied happiness.
Pearl didn't reply.
Half-asleep from tiredness of mind, Dawson growled and slapped Met.
"Met, use your Chao powers. Most Chao are protected by Chaos, but you should be able to summon the demon itself. Just try." said Dawson.
"CHAO!" replied Met, a bit ego-hurt for being slapped on the bum by a bright yellow squirrel, but screeched for help anyways.
Nothing happened.
Then, as if a bit belated for its calling, a trickle of water appeared on the ground beneath Chao, and it molded itself into Chaos 1.
Dawson clapped half-heartedly as he saw Chaos absorb the six emeralds, then seek another to become Perfect Chaos while shooting lasers at the enemy. Met applauded, then flew off to who knows where. A Chao Garden cruise ship? A fancy Shangri-La Chao Garden?
"Snowyclaw, I learned from CNN Student News that you're a interdimensional hero for helping the founding of the Jamaasian Heroes and reviving the Alphas, one of the most powerful protection groups all over the world. Draw upon that power! Use all you have available! BE THE LEADER YOU ARE!" mumbled Dawson, sagging and not acting peppy enough to do a good pep talk...
...but it worked.
Snowy, as if she were a dimwit and suddenly became a wise man, lit up like a lightbulb.
A blueish glow surrounded her, and faded.
"Thanks... Dawson." said Snowy after a moment.
An orb of purity appeared above her head, resembling a halo in placement, then swiftly blasted off as if being fired from a cannon, and blasted a new dent into Aios's armor.
"The legendary Purity Control, for your eyes. Now, for the finishing move..."
Snowyclaw cried out like an anime character charging up an attack (she kind of was), and a bright blue orb resembling the first attack appeared.
Dawson's eyes widened as it started to hastily expand.
It was the size of a Shetland Pony...
then a station wagon...
then a studio....
then a two-story house...
then a T-Rex...
After it became larger than a T-Rex, Snowy started to break out into a cold sweat. Dawson couldn't blame her, as a spell of such magnitude probably depletes a ton of mana. Dawson immediately was filled with envy of her power, despite her intially standing on the sidelines.
Just as it became as large as a blue whale, nearly becoming a spotlight you could see all over Vramaa, the others actually noticed. How belated, as it was a LOT bigger than their enemy, and the aura + light it emanated should've been a dead clear clue.
"Woah! The power of Snowy is truly to be reckoned with!" exclaimed Jade.
Like that wasn't obvious... again.
"AAAAYAHHHHH!"
The large orb hit the enemy before they could even squeak, and Dawson whited out.

Snowyclaw awoke after her mighty attack sprawled on the cold roof of the Cybernetic Castle, the Mobian Heroes still out cold. Her mana was seriously depleted, and she could barely boost her melee, much less use any magic for quite a while.
Around her, the ruins of Metal Frost's body satisfied her, as the beast that made her a tyrant and assassin the first place was now exterminated, but it also saddened her. How many more times would she need to kill another, conscious creature for the sake of Jamaa? How many more times would she be fought over like a little kid's toy? How much longer could she put up with this madness?!
But before Snowyclaw could fly into a rage, the tentacles swirling from Aios's spikes suddenly appeared, and rooted themselves into the already-wrecked castle, dragging the mostly-offline robotic dictator.
"This is not the end..." rasped Aios.
"I will destroy your precious Vramaa, ending your puny lives with your puny land... I will surpass that maniac Apophis... I will not be a badmouther, Snowy, but I am not sorry to say that you will die painfully to kill your own self."
Snowyclaw could almost feel a quotation mark above her head, signaling she was confoundly puzzled. Why would she kill her own self, for Mira's sake?!
A large static jolt leapt out of Aios's body, somehow free from the Quantum Dial, and his eyes dimmed.
"Zira.. Our empathy link shut you down too... Heh heh... At least I will not lose my status to my treacherous wife..."
The gears clanking inside Aios ceased function, his computer brain shut down, and his furnace dimmed.
Aios was gone.
Just then, groaning came from the Mobian Heroes as they came to.
"What happened?" groaned Pearl, now non-beserk and in one piece. (Somehow, Snowy sensed Pearl's soul split quite a freaking lot.)
"Why... is my head tingling as if I just put a floating, explosive boulder above it?" moaned Bayetta.
"Well then," said Snowy, cheerfully, "let's end this war. One battle can win the war."

Mustache Fad Update

Today's new item on AJ is the Studded Mustache, so I was wondering... why not post about the mustache fad that has been sweeping American girls? Very off-topic, but why not?
Anyways, as you can see on the blog, to the right I created a poll so that I can determine if I should continue having foul characters cuss. Please answer the call, as I want fan input to improve story quality.
Last poll was a tie of ratings PG and PG-13, so I'll keep it at a PG-13. One person said "Mature", so I may consider that in the future.
Back to the mustache fad, I've noticed socks saying things like "I mustache you a question" or decorated with curly mustachios, which are neat but a tad... odd. Then, the other day, a girl I knew with a bit belly wore a shirt saying "I'm smiling under this mustache". So, I've been wondering if anyone knew why there is a profound interest in mustache products recently.
There isn't much else to update on, except for a preview of Fractured Future's components and why stories have been released a bit slow.
The reason why is because my more recent projects are a pain to outline, conceptualize, so on so forth. I draw countless concept art for new characters, overview the details, and basically work hard. It takes a while to stir the elements into a melange of ideas, then get a time when I'm willing to type up the result. If you don't believe me, fine, just enjoy the silence for a while.
So, here are a few components of Fractured Future and the events afterwards..
SPOILERS ABOUND!
...Yeah, thats a worthy warning. If you truly don't want to see these spoilers (chips and bits of the storyline throughout), then scroll elsewhere. Also, these aren't quite solid yet, and may change depending on what Tempest does as we finish Hyrestia Tales's story.



You sure you want to see this? Alright.
Snowyclaw is the hero, awakened from a coma after 100 years after the conclusion of Hyrestia Tales. All the Jamaasian Heroes are immortal now, but Jamaa is bleak. She is awakened by Maddie, a researcher that opposes none other than Snowy's former ally, Frost!
.....
In the next part, Snowy roams the desert after a long battle, going through the land of Jamaa to see if anywhere besides Crystal Sands survived the end of the long Third Phantom War and fighting troops from Furcadia. Exhausted after defeating the last robot, she collapses. Pink, despite her deadly illness, carries Snowy in pity to Maddie's airship.
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Next part, Snowy is on a mission with Maddie, when robots surround Maddie and leave Snowy to explore the base they discovered. Snowy enters reluctantly, and after fighting through the hallways, finds a large core. Snowy is still shaken after she saw Frost and Tempest core a while ago, and nearly stumbles into Mecha, the shell of her Mecha Snowyclaw self that was spliced from her soul when Onyx de-mechanized her.
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Last part, Snowy is facing Mecha's greatest threat yet - the threat to destroy the nature regrowing in Jamaa Township! A settlement of Jamaasians is settling around the former Alpha Hut's area, where the Alphas have long left to wither, but don't trust Jamaasian Heroes, much less Snowy, because of the rumors their former home, Furcadia, spread about the heroes. Fighting troops of Mecha, Snowy proves her worth, but ultimately dies when she destroys Mecha and the ship they were on.
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Several months after her death, Maddie salvages pieces of the airship and Mecha, using them to construct the ultimate robot: Cerveau. Making a chip called Model containing the DNA of most of the Jamaasian Heroes, Maddie spliced their souls into the data and made it so that Cerveau could fuse with them to replicate their bodies and to enhance his capabilities. Cerveau had the head of a wolf but the body of a MegaMan Reploid, and was built with almost infinite potential. However, when Cerveau was about to be introduced as the next hero, the remaining followers of Mecha threw Maddie into a Furcadia prison, and forced Cerveau into stasis. About 50 years later, a war sparked between Carbon (organism in a humanoid mecha body) and robot over territory to the extent that Furcadia was destroyed entirely and 60% of all organisms and 80% of all robots were exterminated by the time the robot called Y unsealed the miraculously intact Cerveau 50 years after it started. Cerveau awoke, and found several Carbons about to destroy Y, and transformed into Model Tempest to defend Y. Impressed by his skill, Y took Cerveau to the Robot base in the remains of Coral Canyons to be recruited into Master Dexter's army. Dexter found the extent of Cerveau's skill and order creation of Cerveau droids to aid the war.


Was that a good summary of the timeline so far? I left out some details either due to being in development or spoiling too much, so enjoy!

OMG!!!

Hey Jammers,

So its official! IM GETTING A KITTEN!!!

Basically, a girl in my class (shes also my friend) her cat had kittens, their all female, but the one im getting is a white one, its almost 2 months old, but I really need a good name for her, im thinking of naming her StarClan but I dont really know, please comment suggestions as im getting her TOMORROW!!!

P.S. Amy, I also posted this on my blog and your blogs more popular, so it helps! Maybe you could even suggest some names!
Yes, here are my suggestions. c=
Also, on the note of what you said...
Mine is more popular due to Google+ and my FORMER position
as a Spirit Jammer. It helps. Glad to see you're taking advantage
of this blog's viewers.
Names:
Snow
Hoarfrost
Mildew
Flake
Aura
Lucifer
Alara
Rowan
Benjamin
Winter
Akemi

Fighting Aios: Part 4

My deepest apologies, some of this will be typed late at night, so it may be incomplete or not as polished as other stories. However, I promise that sooner or later, I'll conclude the storyline, as I planned to do only one or two parts, but now I'm up to four. *facepalm* Without further ado, enjoy.

Metal Frost approached Aios, sneering sinisterly.
LaSalle was still ripping through the battling creatures, her weaponized might and cold tactics giving her the upper edge, leaving MF working in partial secret.
"Metal Frost! Move your silly rump and snuff out the candles of the rebellion!" snarled Aios, his fiery eyes flickering with rage.
Shadows covered MF's face.
"Do it, or suffer my polarity pulses!"
MF looked up, her sharp pixel eyes glaring at her former master.
"Not with you around, I shall. I'll use you to do the dirty work, then clean up the crumbs and bits and call it a day. How does that sound?" hissed the synthesized voice.
"What are you trying to att-"
Aios was cut off by MF swiftly sticking the Quantum Dial to his head, stolen from the now-crystallized Serena. Tentacles and mechanisms inside the deadly parasitic droid extended from its little body, and pierced his forehead with ease. Electricity jumped from his thick metal skin.
"DAN-001! Don't do that to me! The new line Droid Aios Numbers are meant to serve me with a free will securely-"
Too late.
The fire died inside Aios's internal furnace, replaced by a flickering, Ra Moon-esque core within his shell. From his three diagonal points, large, black wire tentacles at least a mile thick tore through the metal, landing on the ground.
An especially slow droid squeaked "Aios?", and was squished by the rippling tentacles, shrapnel flying in all directions.
Metal Frost leapt aside, and maneuvered so she was floating next to the newly possessed Aios.
"I AM QUANTUM AIOS!!!" shrieked Aios. "I AM YOUR DESTRUCTION!! NOT EVEN ZIRA CAN ACCOMPLISH MY DEEDS!!"
Metal Frost snickered, and a blue aura started to surround her.
"What are they doing? Are they planning to..." exclaimed Dawson in his typical preteen clothing.
"...take all my jellybeans?"
Pearl, being Dawson's self-proclaimed caretaker, got all up in Dawson's face, and scolded him.
"HE DOESN'T WANT TO DO THAT!! HE DESIRES TO RULE ALL OF SPACE AND TIME!" cried Pearl. "For Pete's sake..."
Dawson stuck out his tongue, did a raspberry, but was quickly distracted by the ugly growth of Metal Frost.
Her metal skin started to flex in strange convulsions, her eyes shrunk into her head, and spikes started to grow from her shoulder blades.
"Huh?" was all Dawson could come up with. If someone who usually came up with retorts was lost for words...
...then little could describe her metamorphosis.
The metallic ears and the Icirrus Phoenix cap that Metal Frost had changed into by getting another weaponization from Frost's new downloaded data started to enlargen so big they covered MF's entire head, and eventually her ears caved into holes in her head. Her grey hide complexion twisted and turned, causing speckles, dents and color streaks as the gruesome transformation continued.
Large wings sprouted from her back, looking like large paws with shiny, sharp grey claws. Her javelin hair also was sucked into her head like it were quicksand, becoming scales on her now-long back. MF's tail extended until it were as long as a three-story building, her legs so bulky with spikes that they could roast a million marshmallows, and her eyes finally emerging as two, scary red pixel eyes on two black screens on her head, vertical from one another.
"GRAAAAR!" shrieked her new, adapted form.
"I never expected I would see the legendary style-change most new-model robots can accomplish if they amass enough data and battle memories..." muttered Tails-Ko. She was badly torn up, but otherwise fine.
Just as their brains started to adjust to the two new beasts wreaking havoc by throwing large things at large mobs, Bayetta started to feel lightheaded and dizzy. Sparks jumped from her bionic limbs.
"Zzt... I feel like I'm losing power to my robot parts... Losing... function..."
Bayetta's eyes closed, and she fell onto the grass, smoking.
Pearl quickly ran over, and did CPR, despite the fact that her breathing was shrill but okay.
"Did she lose power?" asked Tails-Ko, walking over to Bayetta's fallen body with her socks on.
Large wounds covered all of the heroes, including Dawson, who had come back from assisting others, but none of the trickling blood or pain bothered them as much as seeing Bayetta crumpled on the ground.
Suddenly, more sounds of malfunctioning machinery echoed through the battlefield. Sparks jumped from machines all around. Just as most machines shut down, LaSalle was affected, and somehow came to her senses.
"Eh?" was all the unlucky Alpha could say before collapsing, energy all spent and the mysterious phenomenom draining her further.
Kragok, Sputnik and Emile ran forward, but soon enough...
"What?"
...Sputnik and Emile also dropped down, affected by the mass-shutdown.
Pink, flying high above, started to whimper... but then..
"Zzzttt... Parts malfunctioning... Shutting down consciousness..."
Large sparks jumped from Pink's fur, and she fell. Pink would've died from the fall if Raika hadn't caught her.
Tails-Ko willed her analysis monocle to come up, and the faux glass chip came up from a spindly metal rod rose from her cybernetic cheek stripes.
Virtual projections of data wafted around her monocole, which barely covered her retina, and analyzed the EMP field.
Suddenly, she saw a map of the field unfold before her eyes. The individual grunts were excluded, as it took up too many GB, but she saw from a birds-eyes view in a projection all the essential pieces.
A wavy aura was extending from the Quantum Dial, shutting down all machinery but small devices and MF herself by force. Even cybernetic parts malfunctioned, putting their bodies into a very deep and dreamless coma.
"Growwwr..." snarled Aios. His eyes burned with the Quantum's will, and his wire tentacles started to spawn smaller droids that scampered over to Bayetta, carrying a large capsule.
"No!" cried Onyx, lunging towards the droids, but they shot a concentrated blast of plasma.
"Augh!" shrieked Onyx.
Too late.
The blasts hit the hedgehog straight in the face, and he flew into MF's jaws, where she spit him into the ground.
Where he landed, a crater smoked.
"Onyxxxx!"
Jade reached for the crater, not noticing that Bayetta had been placed in the capsule and dragged over to MF in a flash of light.
"Splendid! Fuel for me! Place her in the Death Grapes, and take the hedgehog too!" snarled the hulking metal dragon. "Death Grapes can harness their power and use it to give me new power, while keeping them in an unpenetratable sleep!"
The droids whirred and clicked, then vanished.
Large lasers dug into the earth, making many craters in the landscape and destroying any who dared attack Aios. MF leisurely shot blasts atop the top of the Cybernetic Castle, relishing in the destruction of the organic Vramaasians. Kragok was remarkably somersaulting and backflipping his way over Mechanaloids and other beasts, but even the lithe tiger was getting tired and beaten up.
Aios, still possessed by the Quantum Dial, shot a large, blue blast from his mouth, straight at Jade, who was sobbing like a little girl.
"Jade! Look out!" cried Pearl, but again, it was too late.
The swirling energy hit Jade, and immediately froze her body in an ice sculpture shell, becoming a winter decoration.
Pearl clenched his fists and gritted his teeth at the rebellion so easily swept aside.
The droids approached again to take Jade's statue to the Death Grapes, but Pearl was too busy making sure Tails-Ko and Dawson were ready for combat to notice his sister being captured.
"Too easy..." cackled MF. "Is this the elaborate rebellion Apophis whines about? Is this the force that my copy poured her faith in? Ha! These are all noobs, taken out of the barrel's bottom!"
Dawson, badly injured but obeying Pearl's orders reluctantly, leapt up, and glided towards Aios's nose, the only spot that wasn't protected by his tentacle's range.
"If this is the last antic of mine... I don't care! I'll prove I'm not nutbrained!" muttered Dawson.
"It is futile." said Aios. "Your friends are in a sleep so deep they cannot be awakened, and their souls are being used to power my ally, Metal Frost. You are in a hopeless battle!"
Just as Dawson threw a Bean-style bomb at Aios's nose and started to reach for a water-spraying daisy, lightning came out of the sky, and electrocuted Dawson.
"Guck... guh... gaah!"
Just as the electricity was stealing Dawson's life force, a shot from Aios teleported him to a place beyond seeing.
"Tails-Ko." said Pearl, now sweating.
"What?" replied the beautiful fox.
"You're my last hope. Hit the dial, and destroy it. All of our allies are down for the count, and we are the last survivors."
"B-but! Our friends are asleep in the castle! If we destroy Aios, we would for sure slay our allies! Our only friends!"
Pearl looked away, and his eye glistened.
"I... I know that, Tails-Ko Skye Prower. We have no choice. Either that, or be put into an eternal sleep."
Tails-Ko sighed.
"I guess.. but I think that being captive is better than losing other innocence."
Tails-Ko's tails started to spin, then she launched up and started to advance.
Suddenly, Pearl noticed MF cackling, and a ghastly flare igniting in her large, spiky palm, and her gaze slanted towards Tails-Ko. Aios stood perfectly still, with no movement within him except for the wire tentacles's individual tendrils slithering around each other like snakes.
The flare flared up like a boosted bonfire, and enveloped Tails-Ko.
Pearl let out a not-so-manly shriek.
Suddenly, a tinted glass sphere surrounded Tails-Ko, and her eyelids closed, and her body floated up, back-down, becoming a rag doll floating in a vacumn. Tubes came from the top, and circled her body until she vanished underneath tendrils. Liquid poured in, and froze.
So many layers on top of Tails-Ko's body.
The sphere floated right in front of Aios, and Pearl felt himself start to grow sleepy.
A large pendelumn hung from MF's palm all of a sudden, and started to swing.
"You are dead. You are Pearl, a sleeping body inside a Death Grape. You are in such a deep sleep that you are essentially dead, but it is dreamless. It will be eternal, and you will always fuel me. Pearl, obey my orders, and feel no more pain."
Against his will, Pearl started to float, and he felt everything inside him shutting down - heartbeat, blood pressure, brain functions, everything.
I am dead. thought Pearl, but the voice wasn't his. I will never wake up.
He felt tubes encircling him, and ice freezing around him.
Then, Pearl began a deep, dreamless sleep.

To be continued..

Halloween Makeover!

Somewhat major blog update. First of all, Ibp hasn't been active lately, but I'm sure she'll write again soon. Tallstar is also a bit inactive, although its okay. Tempest has been busy, so no new stories and roleplay tales for now, sadly. I hope that Tallstar didn't mind I branched off the saga we were collaborating on into Fighting Aios without warning, I knew that I needed to use Fighting Aios as a way to get new and obscure characters a bit attention, so I used the Coraxese gang as extra characters.
The header hasn't changed, but the background is now white and black and the font black to celebrate the upcoming Night of the Phantoms! It is the day where Jamaasians around the world dress as various creatures and defend the reserves of candy with fire, the fear of most phantoms, new model or old model, and to have fun otherwise. However, Apophis is also most powerful on this night, almost as powerful as he is on the winter solstice. The spring equinox is sometime where he tries to interrupt things with his deadly powers, so watch out for more stories on those days, along with special editions going along with major holidays and special days! However, I didn't do special editions for the 9/11 incident and Constitution day, along with Yom Kippur and whatnot, because I don't have time, and those are American days, not Jamaasian days. I'm sorry if you were waiting for stories about that, I am having trouble writing recently, so I need more time to write and some stimulation. I've observed that I write more when I'm talking about the Jamaasian Heroes rather than the Alphas, so sadly I will be restraining from writing about the original Smart Bomb cast.
In other news, the Search bar has been moved up for your convienience, with few edits. Phew, finally! -.- I am planning to de-clog the Roleplay page soon, and hopefully get the Warriors storyline updated soon. Ugh, I'm falling behind time!
Also, I want more input from other Jamaasians, stories and whatnot. Some more mods to keep the site running smoothly and to keep things under control when I'm away would be nice, I say. I know that I'm a bit stubborn and hard to work with, and I'm very impatient, but I would REALLY appreciate more mods. I'm not saying General and the others are bad, its just that this blog needs maintainence, and I need a larger team to keep the site updated (it was originally meant to post 3-4 stories per day). Also, the server has been laggy and several bugs running rampant on the site, I will update the Authors page with occupations I need, and an oath to keep the site running at least DECENTLY. If you can't manage, I'm sorry, but you can be a second-hand author that helps out, kinda taking the role of a Spirit Jammer. So, huge update, my deepest apologies if something is buggy or if I don't do something I promised.
Toodles, please keep on reading the vast archive of stories I have gathered!

Ciel's Fate

Yessiree, the not-so-long awaited story of the runt that Harper has taken under her wing. If you looked at the roleplay recently, then you would've seen that I revealed Salsa and Ciel, two new characters. While Ciel is a brand-new character that hasn't been given a concept as of late, Salsa has gotten a few sketches and a little thought, but neither is well-developed. Now, please enjoy my improvised story. Thank you.


Ciel's Fate
"You can't catch meee! Wheee!" cried a voice behind Ciel.
A large, plump seal slid down the ice half-pipe behind her, and Ciel groaned.
"Dexter, stop that. One at a time, said the teacher."
The plump seal's tongue lolled out as he basked in the enjoyment of high-speed sliding on his belly.
"Woppa Penguin-style!" said Dexter, ignoring Ciel's warning.
Just as he started to skid at a favorable pace...
POOMF.
...his head hit Ciel's rear like a torpedo.
"Ow!" yelped Ciel, and her claws slipped from the snow handles of the slide.
SLLLLIHICK.
The sound of fur scraping against clean ice and the momentum picking up the pace awaited Ciel's ears, and she screamed "Nooooooo!" as she started to topple head-over-heels down the slippery incline.
"Nooo!" repeated Dexter, flopped around by the frigid wind behind them.
SPPPPOLLLOLOSH!
A large, foamy splash came up from their landing spot, where they landed in the pool of icy water, kind of like a water park in the lands of no-ice.
"First Princess Ciel and Tenth Prince Dexter! Stop fooling around on the Big Slide and get studying arithmetic. Now!" cried an all-way-too-familiar voice.
Ciel, spitting out water from her mouth, saw Scribe Lacey glaring at them, her walrus blubber making her look a bit goofy, but intimidating.

 Many years after Harper became an Alpha, legends of her life were still told. However, the leadership in the lands of Ice had become quite stiff and iron, and all arctic animals were ruled by the Replicas. They were fierce warrior seals that once were the Blood Pack, but had taken over all seal packs and ruled them with a huge influence of "proper civilization". The old ways were being lost, and evil spreading.  Believed to be able to turn the tide, a polar bear school principal abducted all of the Princes and Princesses the Concubines of Replica gave birth to. They were raised on the legends of old, such as Cithara, Harper, and her adventures as a Jamaasian.
Now, twelve years after Ciel and Dexter had their little "Slide Adventure", they had grown in several ways. One, Ciel hit puberty, and grew into a beautiful seal that looked like Cithara, lulling the men when she entered the marketplace (despite not doing it often due to risking being found by Replica guards). Two, Dexter and the other nine princes learned karate from Caesar, the polar bear principal, growing rather bulky. Third, Ciel managed to get a Ph.D in Mythology and Health, and got a Bachelors on History, all while in seclusion.
One day, though...
"Hey, Ciel." said Chrome, the Third Prince.
Ciel looked up from writing some words on a scroll with blueberry ink, and adjusted her contacts.
"What?" asked Ciel, tilting her head at the sight of the claw extensions on Chrome's paws.
"Eh, not much. Want to... er... go hunting with me over by the ice floes are nice these days for hunting. I heard you're a good hunter, so why not?" stuttered Chrome.
"Um.. then why don't you bring Binky the First Prince? He's the best hunter, and seems to enjoy it."
Chrome blushed, his cheeks flushed with pink.
"Aah.. I just have a gut feeling about it."
Ciel smirked, and got up.
"Fine. I've never had a boy ask me out to hunt, y'know. This is a treat for me."
Chrome blushed so hard that Ciel thought his head would catch on fire and even become a conflagration.
"N-no! Not a date! Why would I do such a sin?" meeped Chrome, his face paint dribbling a bit as he sweated.
Ciel rolled her eyes, and flexed her claws, feeling the air of brittle cold flow around them like silk.
"Ah, well. You don't reveal it to me. Let's just devour some penguins and get this over with."

When they got to the ice floes, they saw a few other seal "couples" quietly watching oblivious prey and silently chatting with... body language, let's just say.
Ciel's heart beating like the waves of the ocean, she saw a flicker in the ocean - a large pearl filled with ice energy, as she sensed.
The stars and aurora borealis above them danced as celestial bodies, seemingly doing the boogie and foxtrot as the mortals scrambled to do short-lived things in their brief lives, happy for all eternity. Ciel had to admit, she was jealous, but she CERTAINLY didn't want to be worshipped by the Replicas, those jerks. They reserved the right to slay anyone at their own will, and often beat pregnant seals on the glaciers and sea highways until they begged for mercy. It was cruel, yes, but Ciel had to put up with watching her kin suffer, and not attack, as interference might blow up her false identity - or worse.
Chrome licked his claws (ew, when did he last rinse them?), nibbling the krill bits on them, and smiled.
"Yuck, Chrome, don't do that. It's putrid seeing someone without proper equities." was all Ciel said.
Chrome's gaze fell, but only for a moment.
As soon as a young seal swam by their spot on an ice floe with a bloody squid in her mouth, they dove underwater.
The ocean was  beautiful, especially at nighttime. Wondrous creatures Twolegs never discovered before wafted through the water as if everything existed forever, and peace was always intact. Large signs embedded in the seafloor said "NO OVERFISHING", but nevertheless, most seals visiting the popular hunting hotspot caught all their maw could carry, so that rule was technically useless.
"Ah, Chrome, look at that nice kelp forest over there!" remarked Ciel.
"Eh?" replied the  bulky and shy seal, glancing over to the right.
Ciel quickly swam off, determined to find that pearl she saw under the silent waves, not missing a heartbeat of precious distracted time.

The currents and jellyfish seemed to hate Ciel that fateful day.
Between the currents pushing Ciel back to Chrome whispering malicious thoughts in her ears and the jellyfish carelessly stinging her, she also sensed something dark in the water, and didn't want to be caught by it. Sure, ditching Chrome was a horrible and senseless thing to do when a trillion things could kill her in the dangerous waters of Replica's territory, but some celestial force was goading her on, telling her that it was palpable she needed that pearl.
Come on, Ciel. I didn't grant you powers of the arctic currents for nothing. You are worthy of my previous successor, and perhaps can outclass her.
That voice... was in her mind, tingling all of Ciel's nerves and making her tremble. The hazy water this late at night was clouding her thoughts, so she shook her head in disbelief and kept on navigating the sea. There was no way that voice could be...
"Holy Cithara." muttered Ciel, screeching to a stop. Of course, she didn't physically screech to a stop, but was very close. Sand and bubbles kicked up from her stopping spot.
Two Replica goons, dressed in intricate mage's robes and chain mail (no, not mail made of chains or sent in a chain, the silky armor kind, dodohead)
They looked up in disbelief, and started to shriek like newborn pups.
"What?" asked Ciel.
"Muh - MONSTER! YARRGH!"
Before Ciel could process that and dodge, a large, misty claw grabbed her up, and hissed.
Ciel couldn't help but scream like a damsel in distress, despite being ANYTHING besides that.
"I'm coming, Ciel!"
Quickly, a large, red slash crossed Ciel's vision, and the large monster clutching Ciel mumbled "Goom?" and let go of Ciel.
Ciel twisted around, and saw the monster that snatched her was a large, black creature, emitting ice and shadow.
Suddenly, a bazillion topazes fell from the sky, glowing and streaming out like a large-scale avalanche, and the skin of the cyclop-eyed creature dissolved, revealing a young, beautiful leopard.
"A creature from the borders of the No-Ice regions!" cried Ciel.
"ARRGH! ANOTHER MONSTER!"cried one of the Replica seals, hugging a rather distressed starfish like a teddy yeti.
"MOOMMY! PLEASE WAKE ME UP!" cried the other, hiding behind his ally like something was coming at him and he wanted someone else to suffer the brunt of the damage.
Chrome, seeing minions of the most evil organization the Ice-Regions had seen in many eons act so cowardly, rolled his eyes and rolled towards them like a boulder down a steep hill.
"NOOOO!"cried a minion.
"WAAA!" cried the other.
"Shut your trap!" cried Chrome the loudest of all.
"If anything as much as a creature cries another thing, I'm going to barf." murmured the mysterious leopard.
Ciel raised her eyebrows and let them fall back down at least three cycles.
"It can talk?!" yelped the princess.
The leopard rolled her eyes at least thrice.
"'It' has a name, Mrs. 20/20 Hindsight. My name is Frost Miranda Sagearium, for goodness sake, and I was told by... a friend to come over here while they moved my group over to Teal Motopolis. I'm sure that a time paradox and tight history is going to result from this, but it's nice to meet you... or is it?"
Ciel sighed, and shook the paw Frost offered.
KABOOM!
A wall of sand flowed like whiterapids towards them, and it was all Ciel could do to summon a barrier of clear ice and let it flow over them.
As the river of flowing sand ran over rocks and finally vanished (whew), Chrome walked over to them, wiping a bit of imaginary sweat from his brow.
"Hullo. Glad to see you're enjoying what I did to those Replicas. Sending them to Brazil is hard work, yo." said the Third Prince, looking not-at-all princely as he showed off for the chicks.
Frost approached him... and threw a quick sucker punch.
"Yowwwww! Wouldn't some sarcasm suffice?!" yelped Chrome, frozen by the shock that the newcomer punched him.
"As my boyfriend says, I'm one TOUGH chick." replied Frost, tone as simple as ever.
Ciel sighed, and said in Scribe Lacey's formal tone:
"A touch chick is a commonplace in this world. Get over it, Chrome the Third Prince, or I'll spank you right on your bum." mocked Ciel.
Chrome blushed, and Frost burst out hyrestically laughing and hooting.
"Anyways.. how are you breathing? A creature like you should be turning blue right now?" asked Ciel, intrigued by the leopard that appeared from the giant creature that had seized her.
Frost shook her head, still laughing, and mocked Ciel's melodic voice.
"How am I breathing? Magic, simply. I'm a demigod."
Ciel's eyes bulged as if she were trying to extend her eyes to touch Frost's chest.
"You're a DEMIGOD?! What is your lineage? You're taking risks, Replica will EXECUTE anyone who is a demigod!" yelped Ciel. Chrome seemed to share her surprise that so many miracles were happening.
"Sagearium the phantom and Miranda the goddess. I'm from a foreign land in a different dimension, and I'm supposedly supposed to die soon, so why not drop a visit to some random places?"
Frost chuckled at her own odd joke, and wasn't bothered by how nobody joined her laughter.
"How can you be laughing if you're going to perish soon? And what's a phantom?" asked Ciel, baffled more and more by Frost by the minute.
Chrome glanced over at a sundial in the sand, and gasped.
"I can't read sundials accurately when it's dark, but I can tell! It's midnight, and our foster family is worried sick about us, for sure. Ciel, come back with me!" said Chrome, reaching out a paw.
Ciel didn't do as much as even touch it.
"I... cannot."
"Why? Leaving yourself to chat with a dangerous stranger isn't safe! And she tried to steal you!"
"It feels like Cithara is telling me to stay with her. I... must. The will of the deities isn't to be defied, Chrome. Come back for me at sunrise, I'll be fine."
"The nerve."
Frost intervened as Chrome started to reluctantly swim away, and said something not-so-helpful:
"Hey, I was taking a free ride on a phantom headed towards Replica's HQ! My phantom forme is Kyurem grey, birdbrain!"
Chrome didn't indicate hearing Frost's thought, but clearly shot her pointy dagger eyes.

As soon as Chrome vanished, a raspy laugh echoed through the water around Ciel and Frost.
"Mwa ha ha ha ha ha ... I have trapped you, Frost and Ciel. Two snacks of destined ones will be delightful on a platter! I'll send the Dynamacs to mush you into banana bread, wimps." hissed the raspy voice. It sounded evil, ancient, vile, intimidating, groggy, and a zillion other things at the same time. It was Chaos itself in a chaotic pile of undertones.
"F-Firetail?" yelped Ciel.
Frost looked at Ciel with a frosty expression.
"No. A billion times worse. Meet Apophis, Egyptian and Jamaasian demon of Isfet, or Chaos, itself. He desires to swallow the sun and sink the world under the sea for his own reasons."
Ciel's face turned bleach white... not that it already was.
Frost tensed as the echoes of Apophis's taunt echoed through the depths, and unsheathed her claws. Immediately, waves of ice glowing fire red emanated from her claws, literally making snaking lines of icefire flare underwater.
Ciel, noting that the voice had said something about Dynamacs. No matter what, they sounded dangerous to her.
Suddenly, out of the blue, grey robots appeared, Replica goons dressed in imperial black and gold robes following in suit. The visors of the muscular and generic 'bots glared red, and seemed full of intelligence -  deadly intelligence.
"It is the end... I have been behind the entire Replica situation, fools. I possessed their administrator, Levani, and led his organized group to take over the lands of Ice and follow the ways of Firetail, one of my children. These Dynamacs are the most recent model, freshly shipped from secret factories in the valleys of Vramaa. I hand-picked these Replica followers to defeat you two. Now, taste the bitter flavor of DEFEAT!" cackled the voice. Again, it was a jumbled melange of various emotions that made Ciel want to bow and obey Chaos.
I will destroy Cithara's empire....
Those words echoed in Ciel's head, despite Apophis never speaking those vile words aloud. From the start, she knew with distaste that Apophis desired to melt the melting ice of the Ice lands, and that he desired to devour Cithara, the embodiment of all ice and the creator of polar areas. Firetail was always said to be the creation of a fearsome, evil serpent that relished in destruction... but Ciel never knew that that creature was so purely vile, so powerful, and so imposing.
As the Dynamacs and Replica followers drew closer, Ciel wondered how Apophis could destroy a kingdom so vast and powerful. He certainly couldn't beat the ice with torches, or grab a chainsaw and saw everything in half, because the mana reserves and followers of Cithara would fix everything up before you could say: "Ma'at and Isfet are Facebook Buddies".
Suddenly, the Dynamacs raised their fists, and launched them. The rocket fists sliced through the water, and nearly decapitated Ciel's head.
"Woah, Ciel! Careful there, dude!" yelped Frost. She quickly waved her paw, and for a second, Ciel saw a large dragon with fur and a icy warm aura in place of Frost.
Then, she swept her paw completely, and icefire engulfed one Dynamac, incinerating it in a second. Only a scrap of golden black linen remained in the ashes.
"How can you burn something underwater?!" protested Ciel, but Frost made a shooing sign in the water.
"It's called magic, kiddo." replied Frost.
As another Dynamac approached, Frost smirked, and lunged forward.
The Dynamac swung its fist, and the Replica goon behind it started to create flames.
"No!" cried Ciel, but Frost quickly handled things.
An image of a coppery heron flickered in place of Frost, then she quickly launched a blast of pure joy and happiness.
"Purity Control, the legendary power?" squeaked Ciel.
Again, the same fate of the other Dynamac repeated.
After several more Dynamac deaths (strangely enough, none seemed to have emotion), Ciel started to get pissed.
Ciel didn't like standing on the sidelines, nor did she want to be outclassed in every way by an outsider. Ciel wanted to do something... but at what cost?
She somehow knew she would never see the family she grown with again, but strangely enough, she didn't care.
Suddenly, just as the last Dynamac was about to be fried as Frost numbly fought for Ciel, it slipped in a deadly shot of plasma, and shot her into a patch of kelp.
A tiny drop of a blood trickled out of the kelp.
Ciel suddenly filled with rage, with the utmost hatred for that Dynamac. Despite being mere acquaintances, she filled with rage. Pure rage.
"Cithara's power! Fascinating!" cried a silky voice.
Suddenly, in a flash of light, Harper appeared.
Ciel immediately recognized the legend. Her pup's fur, her applied facial paint, her sharp claws, her utility belt, her large fur ponytails on her head... it was truly the legend itself.
The Dynamac approached, but Harper seemed oblivious to it.
Ciel suddenly felt a ripple of power through her, and time started to slow down.
She didn't remember much afterwards, but when she came to, her fur was smoldering, the Dynamac was encased in a thick layer of ice, and both Harper and Frost stood in front of her.
"Ciel, you should tell Cithara "espavo". You drew on her vast power reserves, and defeated this Dynamac. Both of us acted blissfully inexperienced to test you. I'm sorry you'll never see your foster family again, but we're taking you in. As for Replica... I already sent some Cithara Order members after them. They didn't assess the problem sooner due to... a lengthy scuffle in Corax. Follow me." said Harper.
Sadness washed over Ciel's very essence, but she knew that her destiny didn't involve this world anymore. She was going to Jamaa, no matter what. It was the only way through life now.
Frost, her paws all on the cool arctic sand, projected a blast of energy. The single bullet of concentrated energy swirled around, faster and faster, until it became a swirling mass of deep purple and blackness.
"Step through, Ciel, and see Jamaa through your new eyes."

Ultimate Goal

Even though this is a small-name blog I try to mantain, I am aiming for 1 million views, because I want to get my stories shared and whatnot. I think I'll try to write a Special Edition because today is an "unlucky" day, Friday 13, 2013. Heh, the apocalypse never happened, why worry? *winks*
So, to help out my sincere goal, why don't we try to all pitch in? Google+ my posts, recommend this blog, dispel all those rumors I'm sure are floating around about me (sigh), and overall promote my blog. Now, you may be thinking: "I like Animal Jam Spirit better, why should I, of all people, pitch in?" Well, I'm not forcing you into anything, and it's your choice if you want to help. If you really do like my stories, though, this is a great thing to do! Plus, if I get to see more views, I could REALLY improve my skills and hopefully become a bestselling author in 20 years or so (I'm the youngest Spirit Jammer I'm aware of, even though I'm planning to quit to focus on this blog... Just like Goofy, just like Goofy.), and you could read my stories as you raise some brat kids (hopefully not bratty kids, of course, but its nearly inevitable)! Win, win. Again, I am NOT forcing you into anything, I simply have this minor request of all of you. If this blog gets as famous as Animal Jam Spirit, I'll faint. So, please do this girl a favor, and help out? *smiles*
Anyways, as bonus content, here is a comedy using Drakus and a new face...

Bonus content:
NO! BAD LUCK! (Comedy)
Drakus: Heya. How are you doing, helephant?
Salsa: *twisting her red adorned clothing* I am NOT a helephant, for the last time, Drakus!
Drakus: But you look like one.
Salsa: Why, you dare!
Drakus: You're not as lovely as Ledra was. I wish I could find somebody to be with, as she abandonded me. Outta the blue.
Salsa: So, she swam away?
Drakus: NO, YOU BASTARD!
Salsa: Woah, woah.
Drakus: Ledra was the fairest of them all... and yet, she left me, a crocodile with a vision of the future. Once, she killed a snake just for me. Catching all that?
Salsa: You must have some bad luck, being heartbroken by Ledra. From what I've heard, she's a nice Jamaasian Hero. Being a new recruit from Appondale, I... never met her.
Drakus: Wait, bad luck?
Salsa: Duh! Today's Friday 13th, 2013!
Drakus: No! So I shouldn't be around somebody who sets herself on fire!
Salsa: *turning beet red* I do NOT!
Drakus: Yes, you do! You just did! You're angry now, aren't 'cha! *runs away laughing and clutching gut while Salsa chases him with a broomstick)

Like it? c=

Fighting Aios: Part 3

At first, the three robots attacked with plasma shots, their yellow energies flashing in the eyes of their enemies.
Kragok, by then, summoned a large cliff to look at LaSalle from, grief-stricken and unwilling to battle and/or get hurt. His sad, melted chocolate eyes gazed upon the bloody battle... gods, like deities.
Thunder rumbled above, and a few thunderbirds got into minor scuffles as the tension rose, but it didn't rain, for some reason.
LaSalle drew out her glass-titanium blades, and starting plowing through rebels Mecha-Snowyclaw style. Splashes of blood and screams of the dying alit the battlefield, and Aios cackled, intoxicated with the pleasure of playing witness to such suffering.
Copy Ledra hesitated as she spotted her "former comrades", then Shade remembered the mission her host had given her, and reluctantly adapted her DNA structure (weakly, though) to become a strengthful warrior, donning spiked armor and Savior's cluster-fiber fur (metallic fur, simply).
Xaia laughed and cackled like Aios without steroids and much, much crazier... probably severely drunk, or worse. The spirit nabbed various rebels (and even Dawson before Pearl cut him free) and laughed, eyes bulging and tongue of mist fluttering, making the power look like it had Treacher Collins Syndrome and craziness stewed by an amateur witch... possibly worse.
Meanwhile, Screech and Twilight were running together, glowing and attacking anyone in their way. They went in wide, expansive ovals around the fighting bodies, making sure the damage could reach all ends. Meanwhile, for some reason Motobugs and other Eggman creations came out by the dozen, attacking and otherwise making everyone have a bad day. A few robots from the dimension of MegaMan appeared, such as Mettools, but most were very weak due to large difference in dimension gravity, hasty production, e.t.c. A few Mechanaloids growled as they slowly barreled through the battle, although most simply crushed the robots that were fighting on Vramaa's side.
However, the action was most history-making in a little, secluded area a few dozen meters away from the action... where Mecha Snowyclaw fought the Mobian Heroes, trying to buy Metal Frost enough time to slap the Quantum Dial on Aios's forehead, even if it meant turning into scrap metal.. or becoming Snowyclaw once more.
"I live to serve Vramaa." growled the android. "I will destroy the world for its cruelty, and start with these youngsters!"
Over the boggy bog (yuck), the Mobian Heroes had grouped together. In the back, Dawson fiddled with an X-Treme Gear, trying to alter it enough to exploit the weaknesses of MS. Right in front of him, smelling of guava fruit (for some demented reason), Tails-Ko spared MS a few glances as she not-so-secretly altered Bayetta's bionic parts, also to defeat MS. Bayetta wore a weathered cow leather jacket, a cowboy hat, and had her fine hair back in a braid - taking after her grandmother, Bunnie Rabbot. Dawson was in loud capris and a shirt that read "YOLO SWAG YOLO SWAG" for some reason. and had his melding goggles casually tightened on his yellow forehead. Tails-Ko wore a simple auburn tank top, belly exposed, with the "underwear" and combat boots of some supermodel soldier.
In the very front, Pearl, Onyx and Jade clutched each others arms, Jade in the middle with her green knees pointed at each other as if she were Mina Mongoose squatting, and the two boys at her other ends.
"Hmph. If you weren't so famous, I would summon my best Chaos Blast and be rid of your pitiful soul... if a machine had one. However, I've heard of you BEFORE roboticization, and it's stark clear I can't just destroy the corrupted body of an interdimensional hero." snarled Onyx. "Your life has been long and weary, permit my purification so your consciousness won't die with the world's eventual downfall."
MS's pixel-upon-screen eyes started to flicker, and another conscience seemed to struggle underneah the shell of the original Snowyclaw.
"Why... am I..." muttered MS.
Suddenly, as she heard the cry of CL hitting her brass claws against a large longsword, she came to her senses (well, not the preferred way....)
"Destroy!" screeched the robot, original program intact once more. One paw dissolved into data, which rejoined with her mind, and became a blue sword, inside a sheath of titanium and made of pure data, but sliced even better than the sharpest blade.
"I do not know how you have capabilities that advanced,  but I will still ensure you see chaos before your eyes!" exclaimed Pearl, and he held up a palm. It glowed a shade of dark blue, and started to charge up. The power ring energies inside his bracelet started to glow, but MS, with her advanced A.I, free will and all that jargon, processed what was going on... and advanced, using her paw rocket boosters to boost her speed, managed to use her sharp blade to cut a deep wound in the skin behind Pearl's chest fur. A vile splash of blood came off of his wound.
"Aargh!" yelped Pearl as his glove fired a concentrated blast, into the dark sky. Combusting in the atmosphere, sparks flew as it exploded and become many, deadly shots of psychokinetic power. Several landed in the heads of SWATBOTS like daggers and spliced them open (yikes, oil and black guts were disturbing), yet others landed on the ground and exploded with the force of a downgraded nuclear bomb. Gods, was Pearl ultra-powerful.
Jade screamed as she noticed her twin/younger (whatever) brother sprawled on the ground, down for the count too soon. For some reason, he breathed normally, but his wound trickled purple blood, and cerluean fire seemed to burn in his eyes.
As she saw the mayhem wreaked by her very cut, MS cackled so much her head cocked backwards extensively, and the data sword she wielded became a custom arm-cannon.
Jade cried out, shaking Pearl's body, and Dawson poked Pearl with a crumbling stick (very helpful, very helpful indeed).
Onyx gritted his teeth, as Pearl was a fellow man, and when somebody messed with one of his buds... they would regret it even on their deathbed.
"I am regaled by this happenstance, as it is so fortunate the hit landed! Mua ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!... bzztt....zzzbtttts....."
At the end of MS's insane cackle, either her voice chip was buggy or her circuits were damaged, as her voice started to de-function.
"And... I'll...purchase some precarious time for Metal Frost... szzzzt....whatever it takes..."
Onyx stepped forward, his fists clenched and Miles Tails Prower cross Shadow hairdo shaking like a wig.
"I'll never forgive you for that injury you granted Pearl! I won't let ANYONE mess with my friends!" snarled Onyx, glaring dagger eyes at the menace before him.
Behind him, the rest of the heroes were fully aware of the chaos before them, unfurling as time briskly progressed and they lost more time... which, in the end, would almost spell D-O-O-M for them, yet they did little action except for upgrade themselves, a truly foolish move indeed.
Suddenly, he thought he heard a whisper in his ear.
Onyx... man up. You told me your...ahem... balls... were made of brass... prove it to me.
Onyx twisted his head side to side, surveying the barren landscape, but nobody with that wispy voice was relevant to him.
As his eyes moved to Jade and the others... he saw they were frozen in place (kinda like how Cosmo's old self slowed down time to have a decent meeting with his Alpha self), mid-action. When his attention swiftly moved to the battle raging near them, the cloud of bloodshed and bloodlust was also frozen, battle cries and weapon swings captured perfectly. If he were a photographer, he would have snapped a quadrillion pictures, but alas, something distracted him.
From Pearl's pale, dying body, rose a soul - wispy and overwhelmingly handsome. He was adorned in lavish robes, smiling happily as if his body weren't poisoned. An aura of dreams and determination surrounded him, boosted by his essence's psychokinesis.
Onyx... draw upon my powers to restore MS. With my blessings, you can rip the shell off of her, and truly find the hero you desire inside.
When Pearl spoke, his voice was velvety and smooth, like a stream gurgling over smooth pebbles, perfection of his soul Onyx envied.
Shaking the envy thoughts out of his head, and trying to set his mind away from the thoughts of how handsome Pearl was in his soul,desperate not to be gay... and yet, Pearl was strikingly handsome.
Onyx thought about his days in grade school, when the teachers repeated this precept over and over again: Don't judge a book by its cover.
At first, Onyx didn't give this precept the slightest regard, playing Chaos Tag (with "It" being Chaos and the others being the Knuckles Tribe) with his friends, but as he grew into a masculine young adult, he realized it was relevant in numerous ways. Pearl looked quite dimpy, or nerdy, on the outside, playing on his 3DS and honing his psychokinesis and being a sensei to several personal trainees, but when his soul appeared... it was the only thing perfect. Onyx had no damn idea why, but it was clear that his soul was pure, without the smallest speck of evil in its composure.
Onyx touched himself, out of pure instinct... and his finger went straight through his body, wisps of his essence floating off, then rejoining.
I'm... also a soul? A core? A core of all of my experiences, like an Egyptian secret name? pondered Onyx.
Yes! I am on death's doorstep, as Mecha Snowyclaw's blade is quite lethal, and possibly coated with poison, but I still have enough mana to arrange for this meeting in the folds... or should I say, wrinkles... of time. Your soul glows bright red, and has large chunks of corruption within it, but its still pure enough to be a true hero. Blast me with Thunder Arrow and Chaos Spear at the same time, and I have a hunch that a miracle will happen..
Onyx looked at himself, and sure enough, he was wispy and full of pure blackness, the void of evil. His entire body was transformed into his soul, but was for sure going to revert back sooner or later.
Onyx was wary of drawing upon Pearl's powers... and for good measure. Pearl was passing into the void, why should he sacrifice further? If he had already wreaked havoc by taking a hit, why should he be drained? Plus, Onyx was thinking that hitting him with two powerful long-range Chaos attacks would probably kill him, possibly execrating his very essence. How the heck would any miracle besides painful execration happen?
Pearl sadly smiled, as if he could see the future, and knew that something sad would happen... which Pearl probably could, due to his soul being pure and whatnot.
You do not show it, but I can see right through you, Onyx.
Onyx glanced at his belly, and saw that indeed, his image was transcluent.
Pearl chuckled.
No, I used a saying. I can literally see into your heart, Onyx. I can see everything about you in this... should I say... legendary forme... and I KNOW that Frost and Tempest will feel the same way eventually. You are ready to finally purify Mecha Snowyclaw and get everything over with, but you have to do what I say, or the apocalypse.. will hit hard. Go, return to the normal time stream.
With that, Pearl's soul was sucked into his body, and all returned to normal.
Jade raised an eyebrow at Onyx, panting and full of shock.
"What happened? You just... jerked into that odd position."
Onyx scratched behind his head, and sighed.
"I will wipe the floor with you!" cried Mecha Snowyclaw, ignoring that one of her next targets had an anomaly in his emotions.
Suddenly, Onyx cried out orders, despite being the spy of the Mobian Heroes.
"Jade! Combine my Chaos Spear and your Thunder Arrow, and aim at Pearl! Tails-Ko and Bayetta, hold off MS for me! Dawson.... help out the battle around us."
Dawson cursed under his breath that he had a vague order, but glided into battle nevertheless.
Jade seemed to think his train of thoughts was absurd, but did as she was told anyway.
Three, sharp, arrows of green energies shot out of her palm, splicing from their caster and homing in on Pearl. Out of a portal  behind his shoulder, Onyx summoned a large, shifting spear of Chaos Energy, and both attacks flew at Pearl, swirling around each other.
Mecha Snowyclaw skidded forward, dashing and kicking up dust, but Bayetta extended her arm, and punched MS straight in the forehead.
CRUNCH.
A large dent appeared in her brown forehead, and she growled.
"Eat this, naive ones!"
Tossing one of her hair plates outwards with her free paw, it hit Tails-Ko in the forehead, and then came back to MS with a magnetic pull.
A trickle of blood came down into her eyes, blinding the fox for long enough for MS to come in for the kill, charging up a blast at point-blank range.
"Shi----"
KRAKOOMBOOM!
A large, electrifying blast exploded on her head, and Tails-Ko was blasted into the bog, smoke rising from several wounds on her body. Bayetta immediately retrieved her broken shape and placed it in a safe spot. Somehow, Dawson and the standing heroes were at tip-top shape despite injures in the battle, but they had no time to ponder such matters, as MS blew off her cannon's smoking nozzle, then switched weapons in her various arsenal to a chainsaw. Yes, a forsaken, horror-movie style, bloody chainsaw.
"Off with your head, Bayetta Rabbot! I shall dispose of the weaklings!"
Just as MS quickly started dashing towards Bayetta, the two blasts hit...
..and Pearl emerged, fully healed and a bit dazed.
Before Pearl could utter the traditional "Ugh, what happened?" line, cliched and hated as it was, Onyx roughly grabbed the hedgehog and pointed at MS.
"...Oh."
With the least regard to his depleted mana and the odds, Pearl charged forward, then used the same move that had backfired on his father (yes, it was gross that two generations of Mobians bred, and that it would eventually cause a paradox if you looked into it, but hey, anything can happen in Jamaa's world!).... the serpentine dragon of concentrated Psychokinesis.
This time, though, knowing the story of his mother's journey like the back of his hand, Pearl handled such power with care, knowing it nearly slew his father, Silver.
"Hey! Pick on somebody with equal power!" shouted Pearl, a second before MS could hurt Bayetta in any way.
MS's metal head creaked towards him, clinking as the wires and junk turned towards him. Pearl was nearly unnerved by her steely expression and cold ways.
"Rather bully you somehow were restored. Hmph, I guess it extends the battle."
Pearl launched the dragon, and its essence came out of his circle in the fabric of the glove, swirling and ready to kill for its short lifetime.
"...."
Controlling the dragon like a whip, Pearl closed his eyes and concentrated. He knew that nobody was able to come out of their battle state, so problem solved. Onyx and Jade were probably planning something (hopefully not going goo-goo eyed at each other), so problem two solved. MS was concentrating on him, and the other enemies weren't nearby, last problem solved.
Full synchronization unleashed, he thought.
The dragon's dim mind struggled against its master feebly, wanting to destroy everything in the world, despite being born from a pure soul.
You will yield. You will take down Mechanized Snowyclaw, and perish afterwards. You will permit Onyx to use Chaos Control to fully purify her. You will do nothing else.
Bondage of silverly wisps started to curl around the serpent in the darkness around them. Inside the void of his mind, Pearl had cleared it of everything else. Nothing was in there, except for a floating darkness where only he and the dragon existed. Nothing else would interfere, as nothing else existed.
After a brief, and painful struggle, the serpent started to relax, and hissed:
I... reluctantly yield.
Thinking things were going too easily, Pearl quickly withdrew from the void, and whipped the serpent out at MS.
"Noooooooo....."
The cry of the robot was long and thick, as the dragon ripped at her very essence.
Bayetta, knowing that she had to help to complete the objective, extended her bionic arm to swiftly sucker punch MS.
When the dust and dragon were gone, MS was in a wrecked heap, static jolting from her metallic skin, and many dents covering her pelt.
"Metal fatigue... bzzt.... krrzt...."
Quickly, taking control, Onyx stepped in front of Pearl.
"Let me handle this. We need to defeat Aios swiftly, and NOW."
MS looked up, to see the hard, stony eyes of Onyx look down at her, green energy sucking into his body.
"No.... My A.I. will not be deleted... I am a prodigy of Vramaa... I will accept being reprimanded, and nothing more... I cannot let my former self live..."
Sorting through her arsenal for the perfect suicidal weapon, she settled with a shiny knife.
Jade's eyes widened.
"ONYX! NAIL HER BEFORE SHE DOES IT TO HERSELF! NOWWWWW!!!!" shrieked the green echidna.
Onyx started to create the blast of light.
The knive shakily came down on MS's neck.
Onyx started to knit his eyebrows in concentration.
The knife started to settle into the folds of her pelt.
Onyx started to speak: "Chaos Control!" to put his very will into the power.
The knife started to slice the metal and wires.
"HURRY!" cried Jade.
A blast of light came from Onyx's very chest.
The knife turned into a paw in shock at his attack, and MS saw a green light.
BOOM.
The last moments of the A.I. known as MS was deleted, with a wail and scream, and lying on the ground, finally purified, lay on the barren ground.
"Wh- where am I?" uttered Snowyclaw, wearing a black vest and purple gazelle antlers.
Suddenly, just as they were about to rejoice, Pink included as she peeked over her shoulder...
The moment of truth happened.

To be continued in Part 4 (Took me three hours to write this...)

Clan Wolves: Twilight

Deciding to keep the omen a secret from her mate and her clan DawnStar turned around to find her self in the nursery. Yawning she returned to sleep.
Laughter and giggles arose from the lake. It was the Clans MedCats and apprentices back from MoonHollow, where they went to communicate with StarClan

                         **********5 Moons Later**********

With only a few hours left before they were the new apprentices the kits were messing around and causing mayhem. Just before SunHigh they stopped making mess and instead helped cleaning it. By dusk the camp was clear of clutter. After cleaning it all up the kits were feeling drowsy and fell asleep.
When the kits awoke it was MoonHigh.
DawnStar and MoonStar (their both doing the ritual at the same time) glowing with pride at their kits as they recited the ancient words of the leaders before them.
"Do you HawkKit, OwlKit, SandKit and DustKit, take the pledge to become an apprentice, serve your Clan, through the hottest days or the darkest days?" shakily the Kits said yes. Their father continued
"Then HawkKit you are now HawkPaw, OwlKit you are now OwlPaw, DustKit you are now DustPaw and SandKit you are SandPaw. HawkPaw your mentor is IceFang" IceFang was the clans MedCat, and HawkPaw was really interested in becoming a MedCat himself. "SandPaw your mentor is DesertSun" DesertSun was the best hunter in the clan, and SandPaw wanted to follow in her pawsteps. "DustPaw, your mentor is SkyStorm" SkyStorm was the Clans deputy and he was pretty cool, so DustPaw thought of it as a privilege to be with the Clans deputy. "And OwlPaw,I am your mentor" OwlPaw's heart danced at the thought with being with his father, he thought it would be a whole lot more fun.
Sitting their vigil the new apprentices soon got bored, but they stuck with it.

On the other side of the lake the same old ritual was taking place. DawnStar stood up on the HighRock. She spoke with possibly the most excited tone ever "Do you StarryKit, VenomKit, SnakeKit and RainKit, take the pledge to become an apprentice, serve your Clan, through the most blistering days or the cloudy days?"
"Yes" was their answer.
"Then, StarryKit you are now StarryPaw, VenomKit you are now VenomPaw, SnakeKit you are now SnakePaw and RainKit you are now RainPaw" Continuing she said "Then, StarryPaw your mentor is SnowMist" StarryPaws little heart jumped with joy at the thought of being apprenticed as MedCat, and even though she was blind, she knew the smells of each herb and StarClan lit her path. "RainPaw, I am your mentor" RainPaw was shocked at her mother and Clan leader picked her, but she loved it. "VenomPaw, your mentor is your father" VenomPaw had thought it might be BloodFang but she had clear thoughts on that, turning her tail she blindly ran out of the camp and towards the lake to relax. BloodFang chased after her but he wasn't as fast as her, even though he was the fastest hunter in the Clan. Finally reaching the lake BloodFang sat beside VenomPaw and calmly said "You know, your pretty lucky to have your father be your mentor." But before he could continue he was cut off "No, no im not lucky! I wanted you to be my mentor, YOU not my lousy father, he's no where near as fast as you." Slowly she let her front paws sink into the cold lake water then allowing her back paws to fall in behind she gently paddled to the little island in the center of the lake, it was her little hide away when things got bad. Reappearing at the camp he shook his head, so DawnStar carried on, "SnakePaw, your mentor is SpiritSmoke" Grinning SnakePaw dashed towards his mentor and hugged almost all the air out her lungs, SpiritSmoke was a kit of a loner, the rest of her kin still live in the Clan, but before their mother left she nudged NightFeather, a queen, and told her she had to leave and the kits were staying then she fled the camp...

No More Jamaa Ties

No story, sorry. It's late at night and I need a shower. >.<
Anyways, this post is to tell you peeps... I am COMPLETELY SECEDING THIS BLOG FROM ANIMAL JAM. I will still use the Smart Bomb characters carefully, but I will no longer supply answers to Animal Jam mysteries. It's too limiting for my work, and besides, I want to add my own characters and twists instead of explaining things. I will begin working on Fighting Aios: Part 3 (twisty twists) tomorrow, along with mapping out a few more stories, including:

1. Hidden Shadows (Neo Mobius, will probably be mediocore but whatever)
2. Fractured Future (Jamaa Prime, and it also contains spoilers and sadness, rated PG-13)
3. Into Babylon (Neo Mobius, reveals the last hero group so far)
4. Among the Enemy (Phantom Vortex, it goes into detail of the Vortex)
5. Free Will? (Vramaa, debate about free will of robots)

Any ideas? Comment! (Not a hacker, BTW, I am not a hacker.)

GJ here, I know its hard but its kinda stupid, I just create random people and somehow make them meet, Im currently planning another one of Olivia's tales. I've also started writing everyday coz my mom lets me now :D But im gonna miss your awesome tales Dx and also, by saying your not a hacker you look more like a hacker

Journey to Kimbara: Part 2

That night, Cosmo slept on a velvet bed, bedbug-free. The faint drip of water and the snoring of koalas was bothersome, but not obnoxious. In the darkness of the cavern, he thought he heard the whispering of specters and the undead outside.
Probably because it was common knowledge that kangaroos here practiced necromancy.
Long ago, when all of Jamaa was in harmony under Father Sky, and when the phantoms didn't exist except in Mira's nightmares, Kimbara was where koalas and kangaroos lived together as guardians of the rich land.
They were essentially the same race, as marsupials. Kangaroos and koalas married and had kids, and oftentimes referred to one another as family, even those with no connection to them. They were like another society, wrapped in the folds of Jamaa.
However, there was one difference: koalas insisted on using life magic to heal and extend life, while kangaroos insisted on using death magic to kill and revive. What the quarreling Jamaasians didn't realize was that together, the practices combined were practically invincible. As arguments broke out all over the outback and town sheriffs were constantly being murdered by rioters, evil spouts started to break out. Kangaroos and koalas fought over things that were black and white, such as truth and ideals, life and death, defense or offense, and other issues. Lawsuits were piling all over the courts, scuffles broke out in the streets, rape and divorce were common, and murder was an everyday pastime. Cosmo tried to stop the trouble, to no avail. As he saw the last kangaroos depart Jamaa in fury, taking the Kangaroo Spirit Stone with them, he made a stone mural of a koala and kangaroo facing each other in hope that they would mend their ways and be friends again. When Kimbara was stolen, the kangaroos returned to the outback under the phantoms' promise that they would get revenge, and split into tribes.
As a beam of moonlight came through the vintage window in the rock wall, Cosmo sighed.
"Once I retrieve the spirit stone the kangaroos brought back and defeat Abigail, its about time I try to mend ways. Sleep is good for the body, though, and I should do my second sleep now. Three hours after my first sleep is ample enough for relaxation." muttered the koala.
"Snore........." was all he heard as Cosmo snuggled into his down sheets, and fell asleep.

When the koala troupe woke up, they were dangling from the ceiling with apples in their mouths.
Most of the travelers seemed distressed instantly, but all Cosmo did was mumble "Mmmf", and devour the apple in his mouth.
"Hey! What happened here?" cried Indiana.
"Mwa ha ha ha ha ha ha..." cackled a familiar voice.
The young koala girl turned, despite being held by ropes.
Macedonia strutted in, her fur laden with royal-grade pelts and shiny black wig making her look like a crazy rock star.
"Hello, Indiana. I've heard much about you and Cosmo from the tales that came across the border. You are surprised we kangaroos betrayed you, huh? Huh?" sneered the kangaroo, scarred eyes glinting with an insane evil. Her cracked lips spread into a wicked smile.
"You witch!" growled Orlando. "Treating us like royalty, then hanging us from the ceiling like prize pork!" His naive eyes glared at Macedonia, as if there were something between them.
All villainess-like, Macedonia extended her bruised fingers, and cackled softly.
"Why, its clear, isn't it. Daddy wants to please Abigail with rare koala meat, and enlist the female general in his ranks to rule Jamaa. The phantoms aren't the only ones fighting for control of the lavish motherland."
"You... daughter of a bitch..." snarled Orlando.
Macedonia threw back her head, and laughed like a maniac. A few of the younger koalas started to try to swing away.
"Why, Gerbill is a bitch. That's why I'm talking to you instead of him. In a few hours, you will all be dipped into our specialty carrot stew!"
"You're truly insane..." muttered Indiana.
All the while, Cosmo, despite being the Alpha of the group, paid little heed to the talk around him.
"Mmm. The apple tastes good." said Cosmo, licking his lips.
Indiana looked at her mentor and raised an eyebrow, then sighed in exasperation. Large green roots started creeping up the walls and striking the ropes tethered to the ceiling, but with a single thrust of her wrist, Macedonia sent out three waves of black energies, smacking the roots and wilting them.
"Enjoy your life, because soon we'll send you packing to the afterlife! Tell Zios that the necromancers themselves sent you there!" said Macedonia, sneering at the helplessness of the koalas.

Soon, it started to get stifling hot inside the cavern, which was probably because Kimbara was reputed for heat.
"Ugh... how do we get out?" muttered Orlando.
Indiana glanced over at him.
"Hey, Orlando. How do you know Macedonia? And why do you use the same magic as they do?" asked the koala girl.
Orlando sighed.
"Only when we get out of this, Indiana." replied the koala.
Indiana shook furiously, her face so pumped up it seemed like she was already boiling in carrot soup.
"When? When?! That's absurd! We have been in tight situations before, but that's still crazy! These bonds are as tight as crap!" exclaimed Indiana, infuriated.
All the while, like an idiot, Cosmo chewed at the thick nylon bondage, spitting out the rope and just eating like a ram.
"Cosmo, sir, what are you doing? Wouldn't you conjure up a potion instead of endanger your digestive system, sir?" asked a sweet little tyke koala.
"No, I'm doing the less risky thing. After I do this, I need all the mana I can get." replied Cosmo, a bit gruff due to frustration and concentration on the ropes.
TWANG TWANG.
As Cosmo worked his way at the rope, swinging back and forth, Indiana started to fret even more about their predicament.
"Oh joy, oh joy! The Jamaasians will wonder what happened to us! I'll never see the adventures in full swing! I'll be in with Zios forever! Oh no, oh no!" screeched the little koala.
Macedonia wasn't there, physically, but the shadows seemed to cackle at the stress that was spouting in the koala.
"Shut up, retard!" snarled Orlando. "You're making it worse!"
Indiana was in the middle of a sentence when he growled at her.
"Orlando? Did you say something?" asked Indiana, head quickly cooling as she was distracted from blind fury. The numerous other koalas around the were also fretting, but some turned their heads towards the new commotion.
"Its because you just worry, worry, worry. The warriors that are the Alphas and Jamaasian Heroes are all but worriers, not warriors. I'm so sick of this. Dark and Light always complain about each other, but neither has much backup. Darkness is pure insanity, while Light is a bunch of old retards that claim that they are better. Why are you two sides complaining all the time? Its just destroying the world, and making me tempted to use powers to remake this world. You argue about simply everything, and never admit the other is more right than the other." snapped Orlando. "I ran away from the kangaroos after they took me from the orphanage I grew up in and tried to brainwash me, in belief that the Jamaasians were so-called saner. I had faith in Cosmo because he was also a koala, and he was supposed to be very kind and understanding. But then, all this happened, all due to faith in the nutcases that are the gods, and due to old grudges. I was so sick of being brainwashed by stupid farts, then I ran to the good side because they claimed so often to be superior, or even godly. Then, however, to my horror, I realized that they were already brainwashed by a pure insane force: the ancient gods! Even Frost, who is also thinking this, as I can tell, is insane. I think that death is more important now, where I can at least shape my own world in my share of the stars."
By the time Orlando finished his speech full of rage, hate and sorrow, all heads turned to him, and the shadows seemed to sit still, listening to him be honest.
Indiana looked sorrowful that Orlando went through so much, when all the forces of light intended was to bring justice to the world.
"Bu-but we try to make the world a fair place! Justified! All we try to do is bring a sword of justice upon the heads of the corru-"
Orlando cut her off, somehow in control of blind fury.
"You are corrupted! Everyone is corrupted! Its all so insane that I wouldn't mind sending everyone to an insane asylum and preaching of better ways! Justice is a virtue that everyone babbles about but never achieves! Motive is always powered by a greed for power! We animals are better than Twolegs, but still too imperfect! I wouldn't mind it if everyone but me died! I wouldn't care if the world collapsed upon itself due to all this madness in the sand of reality! I wouldn't give a shit if this world of pure assholes just died forever! Goals are in the end, always about power! Live and learn, stupid! Savior already agrees with me, why not you? Why not everyone else?"
By the time Orlando was finished ranting and being totally honest about the world, Cosmo had finished his blind chewing and was about to claw the last fiber of the rope in half.
"Hey, lets cool it. I'm cutting you all loose now, I found this sharp knife inside the rope." said Cosmo, immediately taking charge of the situation.
As Cosmo leapt down from his hanging position, Indiana thought she saw the shadows mourn the loss of the rope... but why? Rope didn't have life, nor was it an item to mourn for.
The other koalas, hanging from the dark and damp ceiling, seemed to be relieved as the brown streak that was Cosmo drew from nature and used it to cut everyone free from their bonds.
"Get moving. We need to avoid the kangaroos, plus go retrieve the spirit stone and defeat Abigail. As I said before, get moving!" said Cosmo frantically. "If Macedonia finds us, we're dead - literally. "
Some of the smaller ones quivered, but the more adventurous ones cheered.
Quickly, large ferns grew out of the red ground and started to cover them. As soon as every single koala passed them, though, they would wilt and completely vanish.
"Rad tricks, man, but we have to leave now." said a koala that wore tinted sunglasses, looking at Cosmo.
Cosmo nodded, trying to return the cool dude favor.
Orlando seemed grouchy, but willingly followed them out of the room.

As soon as they set paw outside of the room, sirens blared and half-asleep kangaroos dressed in bones and skulls leapt out with spears, but some of Cosmo's plants whipped them away, some with leaves, some with pies (for some reason).
Hungry and parched, an army of koalas started ripping through the lavish furniture and food in the large storage room they were exiting through. As soon as Cosmo went past cookies or comfortable bean bag chairs, seconds afterwards the plate would be shiny clean and the bean bag chair worn out. Not even moldy carrots were spared the koala treatment, the being's last moments being the butts and teeth of koalas. It was an Armageddon to behold as Cosmo led his koalas into a battle of savagery and nobleness in a stew of randomness.
Indiana winced as a leather patch flew over her head, fluttering down from the sky and landing on a nearby vintage lamp.
"I swear that once this is Jamaasian land once more, I'm coming back here to clean up." muttered the koala girl.
Suddenly, Macedonia stepped in front of Cosmo's path, and they skidded to a halt.
"No way, Alpha, Daddy still wants your meat neatly minced and boiled!" cried the girl, her eyes full of cruelty and desperation - two odd things combined.
Quickly, a Chomper came up behind her, and with a swoosh of its jaws, picked her up and held her screaming in its grip.
"I'm sorry, kangaroo girl, but I have to go. Once we leave Kimbara, it'll let you down." sighed Cosmo. Without as much as a glance, Cosmo sprinted off, and his senseless troop followed.
"Die, vermin, die!" screeched Macedonia. Nobody was sure if she was babbling at the Chomper or Cosmo himself.
The last glance Indiana had of the kangaroo and her wailing combined with the sirens was when she sighed and started to call for help from her handmaids.

Outside, in the arid sun, Cosmo stopped to drink from his canteen, and his troop stopped to do the same.
The rustling of the grass and blue penguins playing near the waterfall was melodious, and it seemed to Indiana as if Peck could compose a nifty tune from the melody of Mother Nature... that is, if she didn't resist belting out "I Can Walk On Water, I Can Fly" in the meantime. Her karaoke was usually good and in tune, but it was excessively loud and was often sung at the wrong time - whether in the shower, at midnight, or simply at a time that simply wouldn't work for the rest of the Alphas.
Suddenly, just as they started to run towards a rundown hospital near a tree that reverberated with kangaroo power, Gerbill and two of his mercenaries dropped down from the top of the mountain, which wasn't high up from them (good thing for the kangaroos but not for the koalas).
"Didja know that its rude to walk out on your host? Just stay for our carrot stew, we request! Just a last request!" said Gerbill in a teasing and negotiating tone.  Underneath the capes that covered the faces and most of the bodies of his goons, they growled and pointed their pointy spears out towards Cosmo's chest.
"I'm not falling for your petty sleights of hand, Gerbill. Your evil days are over." said Cosmo, his voice laced with steely calm.
Gerbill spluttered when he saw that Cosmo wasn't intimidated by smooth talking.
"Hey! I practice those speeches all night! Don't you dare flabbergast me, the Great Gerbill!"
Indiana snickered with her BFF Dakota.
"Hee hee. Sounds like he's the great rodent of time."
Dakota nearly burst out laughing, the vibes of laughter nearly bursting out of her cheeks, which didn't help Gerbill's embarrassment.
"Hey! ....Fine, but the point is that I'LL TERMINATE YOU FOR DARING TO ESCAPE!" cried Gerbill.
Cosmo chuckled.
"Fine, challenge accepted. Whoever finds both the Spirit Stone and defeats Abigail first can kick out the other." said the plump koala.
Gerbill glanced back at his minions, and they nodded ominously.
The two old farts ran off, luckily not farting (lame joke, IK.)

Running across the roastin' outback, they dodged phantoms and picked Bombers to blow up any enemies... sometimes each other. A few crazy rattlesnakes attacked the leaders, but were pelted with fruit and dirty fur.
Suddenly, just as their keen noses picked up the scent of the Spirit Stone, Abigail popped up.
Abigail leaned against a heated rock a rattlesnake was sleeping on, and sneered.
Cosmo and Gerbill both doubled back in disgust at the sight of ugly cosmetics smeared onto the blob of tears.
"What's wrong, boys? Intimidated by my velvetly poison looks?" purred the phantom. Her voice was as velvetly and sugar-coated as Aphrodite would look if the Greek Goddess were canon, but an undertone of steely darkness was palpable in her words. In simpler terms, Abigail's voice was pure, blazing hot, but her ugly makeup SO DID NOT live up to the expectation.
"That can't be legal." muttered Indiana.
"I lost waaay too many fur strands looking at that horrid beast." added Orlando.
Despite being on end with each other, Indiana and Orlando managed to contribute the wrong thing.
"What?! You dare insult my lovely looks? All the men coo when they dsee me!" shrieked Abigail.
As quickly as a striking viper, Abigail unsheathed her needles coated with venom, and struck Orlando in the heart.
THUNK.
"Uff..ugh..."
As quickly as quick could be, and before any of the koala troop could stop ravaging the region searching for the stone, Orlando fell to the ground, bleeding severely, and Abigail retreated to the side of her newly placed minions, over by a rundown hospital.
"Why, you sewer rat...!" cried Indiana.
Abigail sneered even more widely, wickedly complimented by her fangs inserted in her tentacles, but made ugly by her overdosed makeup.
"Why did you attack us?" shrieked Cosmo.
Abigail calmly blew dust off of one of her fangs.
"No problem. That crab was a peeve, I tell ya. And I attacked you... simply for no reason. It's none of ANY man's beeswax." replied the general.
Pointing at Gerbill, who was sweating due to the weather and because of Abigail's striking ugliness, she smiled a smile laced with poison, and took a cigar out of her essence. Wisps of the fumes floated into the sky as she did so, like a soul departing for Zios's care.
"And you, the master necromancer, would surely understand. The weak must leave and make way for the strong to properly fight. We, the necromancers, are considered evil as soon as we realize this, but we can easily wipe the 'do-gooders' off of their filthy paws as soon as we do so!"
By now, Dakota, Indiana and a few other koalas were doing all they could with their life powers, trying to yank Orlando out of the void. His breathing was shrill and rapid, the blood oozing out at a volcano's pace (slow but worriesomely), and his eyes glazing over slightly.
Gerbill growled.
"I agree with you, but I am not a pure assassin! I like slow death, such as hanging, dissolvation, the like, but not viper's poison!" snarled the old kangaroo. The skull on his cane glowed purple, resonating death and suffering, while the leaves and candle on Cosmo's cane glowed green and resonated life and joy. Both seemed to curl around each other, as the other was meaningless without the other. Death was a transition to other lives, while life had to exist for death to fulfill its purpose.
Abigail quickly spoke in bat cries to her minions, and they nodded.
A few of the younger koalas whimpered as all of the troop was gathered together, watching Abigail act like a deadly striker - which she fully was, in all rights.
Abigail quickly growled as she embarked on her way down Boredom Lane.
"So, are you going to fight me or not?" snapped the phantom. "It's disrespectful to not answer a lady, y'know."
Inside of Cosmo's head, the flow of time was averted, and all actions slowed down. It could be phantom existence interference (in other words, too many phantoms in existence, depriving time of the energies it needed to be stable, despite having new ones born from dark thoughts)... or Cosmo's deep memories.
I am Cosmo, Alpha of Koalas and nature, One of the Six, and I have a mission. said a voice that had been in slumber for a long time.
Who are you? replied Cosmo's current consciousness.
Your true self. Your Alpha self. Mira modernized you, but with a side effect. You split into two "Cosmo" shards. One is your existing forme... and one is the original one, slumbering inside your body. You can tap into my power, but never surpass me. If we are truly unified... the phantoms shall known chaos.
Cosmo saw an apparition of himself, but with glittering black eyes and a stouter shape, while everyone else was moving at a snail's pace. All they would see was a blink of light, Cosmo guessed.
Holding out a paw, his old forme smiled and flickered. He seemed groggy, yet much more powerful than Cosmo... even though it was clear he barely had any power. Did this other koala really have more power than his current consciousness?
Cosmo.... it is very clear we have much less time to make sure Apophis doesn't make Maximus Chronos become a berserker and sink the world under a sea of darkness than anticipated. He has already started to upgrade his forces, and the Hero groups are barely holding him off. Warn the other Alphas, even the ones that came after the modernization, and tell them they have to fuse with their former selves, whatever it takes.
Cosmo's apparation started to flicker, as if the summer heat were distorting the image.
Slumber calls, Cosmo, I cannot say more. I am still too weak to do much more than a power boost tha will last the entire battle, or at least as long as I can hold it up. Remember, don't let Evada or the Four Of Chronos burn up...
Cosmo extended a paw to grab his former self and anchor him to the mortal world, but the image flickered one last time, then burst into a quadrillion sparks... and time was returned to normal.
"Hey.. Cosmo. How did you jerk your limb so quickly?" asked a small, pink koala.
Cosmo blushed, then focused on the threat: Abigail.
"Gerbill. You have to aid me." said Cosmo, giving no apparent regard to the little koala. "No matter what, I think that we have to unite life and death to truly defeat Abigail. She is lethal, and we can't take chances."
"Hulllo! I'm still here!" cried the koala, waving her paw. "I demand an answer!!!"
Desperate to calm her down, Dakota kneeled down as Indiana lugged Orlando's semi-conscious body to safety.
"FYI, little girl," said Dakota. "that was magic. Now, hurry to the back of the crowd. We don't want the young and elderly to get hurt."
KRA-KOOM!
Fearful all of a sudden, the litttle koala needed no encouragement to follow Indiana to safety.
A burn spot smoked where a fat cactus was, and Abigail set down the lethal pistol.
"That was yet another warning. Get cooking already, I want the perfect meal!" cried Abigail.
"W-wait." stuttered Gerbill, ignoring Cosmo. "We had an alliance. Why are you attacking me?"
Abigail sneered even more, making that AT LEAST her third sneer during the exchange.
"Because I made the deal expire today. I, the Kimbara Outback General, have full rights to change anything about the policy without warning." replied Abigail,  as if she were reciting something.
Gerbill snarled like a dog on a leash for three days straight.
Then, as he stared to heat up, he focused on Cosmo.
"We can't aid each other! We're enemies! We can only fully understand each other through bloody and merciless battles!"
Smacking Cosmo so hard that blood came out, he snarled.
Some loyal koalas surged forward, crying out, but with a dripping nose, Cosmo held up a paw for them to hold their horses.
"We have to.... You know that... No matter what, we must at least aid each other until this b**** is dealt with!"
Gerbill smirked.
"Liked your cuss word there, Alpha of Koalas. Fine, I'll do that with you under one condition: we cannot heal each other, so we're stuck with what our sides have."
The silent mecenaries near Gerbill nodded.
Reluctantly, Cosmo nodded.
"Good." grumbled Abigail. "I was thinking you two were in la-la land for a moment."

The battle didn't intiate all gory and blood.
First, Abigail leapt towards a bunch of koalas dozing off, and was greeted with yelps and parting bodies. Luckily, she forgot to unsheath her razor claws, so nothing grazed the fleeing chaps.
The two auras of the two canes, belonging to sides that had sworn war against each other, started to swirl around each other for the first time in many bloody eons.
Swirling around each other in a funnel shape, the purple and green snakes of energies started to circle faster... and faster... and faster.... and faster....
BOOM-SHAKA-LAKA!
A large explosion of colors...
and all hell rained down.
At the point of a glowing finger kangaroos and koalas alike charged, drooling and screeching. For some reason, they were savagely advancing, but it didn't matter.
"Come, my troops! Defeat the opposition! For Apophis!" screeched Abigail.
Thousands of black bodies armed with knight's armor and large spears appeared, vastly covering the landscape. Not a single body moved out of sync, and not a single phantom stood out from the rest. They saluted in a ripple, freaking a few of the younger fighters into trembling.
"For Apophis!" repeated the legion of phantoms.
Sparks came off Gerbill and Cosmo...
...for glowing avatars, holy as holy could be, stood in their stead. Their shapes were so murky that their controllers were hardly visible.
The usual combat avatar Cosmo could summon and handle appeared, only larger and less bulky, and more foggy.
Surprisingly, though, Gerbill was surrounded in a combat avatar that looked a lot like it was a Shaman avatar.
Could he be another Alpha, unbeknownst to the forces of Jamaa?
Cosmo had no time to think this relevation over, for the legion started charging, spears as sharp and shiny as ever.
Immediately, gory blood splatters came up into the sky, and phantom and koala alike were thrown aside. Despite being vastly outnumbered, kangaroo and koala alike fought well.
Some weapons of choice were hieroglyphs, spells, stones, fists (brawn is good!!!), acrobatics... and exploding donkeys. Don't laugh, when that card was played... mass destruction followed. Yikes.
Cosmo and Gerbill, knowing there was little to be done for their troops until the batle ended, charged towards Abigail, who promptly increased in size to about the size of the Phantom Mutant - also customary size of a powered up avatar.
"You shall not defeat me! I shall, as the only female general I know of, hack and slash my way to redemption! Agate, DarkBreath and the others are overrated! I am the greatest! I shall see the splashes of ichor and the screams of the enemy, and remember them for the rest of my great life! I shall find splendor, and fame! I will defeat this Alpha, to begin with!" cried Abigail, cantering towards the avatars and ripping up the rocks.
"No matter what happens - I will not lose!" retorted Gerbill.
Cosmo rolled his eyes, and the movement caused a small tremor (oops).
"You two speech in SUCH a cliched way." muttered Cosmo. He shrugged, and summoned three razor leaves to circle him as a barrier.
Careful not to squish any fighters, dark or not, Cosmo slugged a punch at Abigail just as she was about to pounce with boxing gloves (what the chocolate Miras?), and barely hit.
Splashes of blood came out of Abigail, and she countered with lightspeed agility, landing sharp blows on Cosmo as she flashed around.
Not wanting to be as sluggish as an RPG character, Cosmo and Gerbill launched two conjourning blasts of light, life and death truly unified.
Abigail managed to dodge the powerful blast, which hit a large boulder, promptly blowing it up and landing some shrapnel in Abigail's coat. However, some bounced off the avatars, and somehow weakened them a bit.
"WILD  EMUS!" shrieked Dakota.
"What?" shrieked Gerbill back.
Too late.
A flock of rabid emus (no joke) charged towards the crowd... and avoided the Jamaasians.
"Wh-at?" cried Abigail, pulling at her skin. "I summoned those with a lot of mana! Gawd, do my attacks need work. Wut-ever. Time to SLAUGHTER SOME SHEEP!"
By the time of that remark, Cosmo realized that Abigail was truly crazy. He had expected more from the lone (so far) female general, but then again... all phantoms except for a select few were insane, poisoned by Apophis, and most evil females acted like her, anyways.
As Cosmo barely dodged her sharp blows, saved by the loss of mattress weight, he thought of a good way to avert her attention and land a blow that would save himself a lot of pain... and hopefully end the journey.
"Hmph." he said at last.
"Hmph what?" asked Abigail.
Suddenly, his shield changed direction, and pointed directly at her eye.
Homing in on her body, Cosmo mercilessly slanted the sharp leaves at an angle that would make the damage so bad it would make her implode.
"Too late. I'm sorry about your death, but I'm not sorry."
"Hmm? ....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHHHHHHHHHH! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The leaves slowly span around, according to the slowdown of time (odd this happens when a critical hit is about to land), and started spinning faster and faster.
The last expression of Abigail was pure pain, shock, and sadness.
Then, the dust cleared, and the cracked stone that was the Kangaroo Spirit Stone appeared.

Cosmo grabbed the stone, and both Gerbill and he abandonded the avatars. Seeing their leader gone, the entire legion fled, screaming EVACUATE THE DANCE FLOOR! and HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
"Hmm. Need work. It seems more badly damaged than any Timestone. It still works, though, so I think it'll do, we just need to dust it off and make kangaroos a bit rare." sighed Cosmo. "I don't like my position, but this will have to do for my urge to defend Jamaa, even in death."
Gerbill growled, then turned away.
"Because you rid me of Abigail, I'll let you reclaim our territory, and have safe passage back to Jamaa. However, you must let us stay here, and make sure our home is guarded and made a shop. I don't normally swallow my pride... but unfortunately, I do not feel like it is a ingenious idea to be overly stubborn." muttered the old kangaroo.
Cosmo smiled as if the world were butterflies and riding unicorns over rainbows sniffing daisies.
"Well, that is what I have planned! Truce for now?"
They shook hands, but still gave each other slight dagger eyes.
"Truce."
As the last of the phantoms disappeared to a location beyond seeing and the koalas got ready to leave, Gerbill muttered: "This won't be the last of it."