"Are you SURE you're fine down 'ere, Pink?"
..Pinkpinkpinkpink.....
The hallway in front of her was specially designed, thought Frost, to seal in despair and fear, so she strained her ears to hear the faint cries of her comrade in arms.
Behind her, her other friends nervously twitched and whispered, their paws silently trying not to slip on the waxed marble floor. Frost twitched nervously too when she acknowledged that she was standing at the point where refined marble gave way to mossy, slimy, damp and yucky cobblestone.
"Yeah, I'm fine here." replied Pink. "Just a Mira Emblem we need to hop on."
Her cries echoed in the space, as if she were the sole wolf in the world.
Frost tried to step forward, but slipped on the moss in front of her, her legs giving way in a whoosh and making her look like she were pressing her chest against the floor on purpose. Her expression was worthy of a thousand words.
Keldeo stifled a laugh.
Frost got up and muttered quite a lot of cuss words that would've resulted in Lisa or Amelia (her unofficial mentor, yet Amelia herself had recently said that she no longer needed to train Frost, and could get a real apprentice by the ancient creed) washing out her mouth with dirty soap.
"Frost, I suspect we need to get moving soon. I know that it's slippery and you're reluctant to go in without Savior, but remember when a phantom trampled my enchilada in the courtyard?" said Vicky. Her voice was silky smooth, yet had a rough edge of dejection after Electro left her body.
Snowyclaw and Tempest nodded vigorously to show they agreed with Vicky.
"Yeah, yeah, he left a message with enchilada filling that Apophis was ready to entertain us." sighed Frost. "How would you even get across this slippery floor?"
Ignacio rolled his eyes. The little twerp didn't even seem scathed from his time dangling from the bridge. He rather seemed - sarcastic.
"Magic, as you talking animals do it?"
Keldeo kicked Ignacio, then sprayed water from his hoof into his face, then turned to face him.
"Because," he said. "the 'talking animals' can't waste mana before we fight Apophis."
Ignacio pouted, which was hard to pull off when you had a hoofmark on your forehead and sopping wet hair.
"Then why did the pink cyborg wolf fly in?" he retorted.
Keldeo's eyes turned fiery, yet icy, just as Frost's eyes were all the time now.
"Is this a joke?! SHE IS A FREAKING CYBORG WOLF WITH JET BOOSTERS!"
Keldeo huffed and turned away from Ignacio.
"Impudent." he muttered.
Snowyclaw cocked her head as Keldeo and Ignacio, the annoying dudes, feuded, and looked at some ochre-red cobblestones that were each about half a foot apart and in varying places.
"Hey, Frost." she said.
"What?" replied Frost, her face still creased with frustration.
"Try stepping on the ochre-red stones."
Frost tried without complaint, and found that they were surprisingly clean, and kept on going until her back haunches vanished into the darkness.
Ten seconds later, she said: "Come on down! The Emblem is awesome!"
After a surprising amount of slips despite the ochre-red pathway and quite a lot of cursing, everyone was gathered around the ancient Mira Emblem.
Pink scratched her chin.
"Hmm." she muttered. "I can't analyze much about it, even though my technology is adjusted for magical things. Apparently, we're supposed to hop on it."
Frost sighed.
"You sound like you're giving us a video game tutorial." she inferred.
"I hate those things!" said Ignacio, his eyes trained on the large column decorated with delicate carving and a carved Zios mask on top.
Pink glared at both of them, then relented and started to hop on the emblem. With the energy of a motion oftentimes bundled with happiness, a slight stream of blue light flowed through the carvings on the emblem, but barely a spark.
"See?" she said.
One by one, the comrades trickled onto the emblem, hopping and hopping and bringing down the column little by little. By the time Frost joined them, the emblem was so crowded that it was like a piece of Jamaa Township.
The column clicked into the ditch, and the darkness in front of them seemed ominous and dangerous.
"This is way too easy." said Frost.
Little did she know that in the next few minutes, she would be proven wrong.
Ahead of them, Agate clucked with disappointment as he looked at his prisoner.
"I thought you, the legendary Rebel, the pet of Serena and Sandy, would put up more of a fight." he sighed.
He looked at a shape just like any other rebel phantom, but she was jet black, like any normal phantom - the perfect double agent.
"We found you in our ranks, partying in our clubs and learning of our plans. That explains why the Rebels got through the doors of our Bunny Burrow stronghold, understanding our guard schedule, and why our hoard of Dark Shells were busted into and purified, and why we were attacked in the Vortex when most of our forces were being deployed to Hyrestia recently.
"And you, spy, were disguised all the time, causing chaos within our ranks. Either we use you as a hostage for your hero friends, or use your blood to help revive Maximus Chronos in its evil form."
The breathing of the prisoner was hasty, yet as she spoke, her voice was full of confidence.
"I will die for my land willingly, and I will be willing to be casted into the deepest abyss, burned in the hottest fire, tortured in the coldest stronghold, and electrocuted tenfold, just to end your rule."
Agate laughed, but this cold laugh wasn't a laugh of joy, amusement, or even knowing, all things that Agate had laughed about before.
He was laughing about her bravery, simply impressed.
"All rebels are trained that way, my dear prisoner. But once I have had you raped once..."
Agate glared into the musty darkness.
"You will wish that I just swiftly killed you, in the depths of Poseidon's own shrine. The foolish whale god will weaken in the presence of more evil, and we can finally get past his annoying defenses."
Agate remembered vividly the many troopers he killed just trying to avoid one trap.
Suddenly, the column came down, and Agate saw his guests come in. His eye twisted curtly.
"Your friends have arrived now..."
He looked at the bloodied yet strong young phantom chained to a board in front of him.
"Raika."
Frost almost wanted to cry out and rescue the young rebel chained to the board, but refrained herself.
Pink seemed to be the same, holding back a potassium-water mixture of rage, sadness, melancholy, tiredness... and yet, hope and love.
"Hand over the Cheetah Spirit Stone... or the girl dies." snarled Agate.
Frost held up her paws, surprised.
"No dice." she said. "What are you talking about?"
Agate's face was surprised.
"I...I thought that Savior already gave you it. Our sentinels told us that Savior somehow took the Cheetah Spirit Stone, and is sending it through mainstream time channels with her attached. I thought she already got to you."
(Out of ideas for now, bye. D:)
After a surprising amount of slips despite the ochre-red pathway and quite a lot of cursing, everyone was gathered around the ancient Mira Emblem.
Pink scratched her chin.
"Hmm." she muttered. "I can't analyze much about it, even though my technology is adjusted for magical things. Apparently, we're supposed to hop on it."
Frost sighed.
"You sound like you're giving us a video game tutorial." she inferred.
"I hate those things!" said Ignacio, his eyes trained on the large column decorated with delicate carving and a carved Zios mask on top.
Pink glared at both of them, then relented and started to hop on the emblem. With the energy of a motion oftentimes bundled with happiness, a slight stream of blue light flowed through the carvings on the emblem, but barely a spark.
"See?" she said.
One by one, the comrades trickled onto the emblem, hopping and hopping and bringing down the column little by little. By the time Frost joined them, the emblem was so crowded that it was like a piece of Jamaa Township.
The column clicked into the ditch, and the darkness in front of them seemed ominous and dangerous.
"This is way too easy." said Frost.
Little did she know that in the next few minutes, she would be proven wrong.
Ahead of them, Agate clucked with disappointment as he looked at his prisoner.
"I thought you, the legendary Rebel, the pet of Serena and Sandy, would put up more of a fight." he sighed.
He looked at a shape just like any other rebel phantom, but she was jet black, like any normal phantom - the perfect double agent.
"We found you in our ranks, partying in our clubs and learning of our plans. That explains why the Rebels got through the doors of our Bunny Burrow stronghold, understanding our guard schedule, and why our hoard of Dark Shells were busted into and purified, and why we were attacked in the Vortex when most of our forces were being deployed to Hyrestia recently.
"And you, spy, were disguised all the time, causing chaos within our ranks. Either we use you as a hostage for your hero friends, or use your blood to help revive Maximus Chronos in its evil form."
The breathing of the prisoner was hasty, yet as she spoke, her voice was full of confidence.
"I will die for my land willingly, and I will be willing to be casted into the deepest abyss, burned in the hottest fire, tortured in the coldest stronghold, and electrocuted tenfold, just to end your rule."
Agate laughed, but this cold laugh wasn't a laugh of joy, amusement, or even knowing, all things that Agate had laughed about before.
He was laughing about her bravery, simply impressed.
"All rebels are trained that way, my dear prisoner. But once I have had you raped once..."
Agate glared into the musty darkness.
"You will wish that I just swiftly killed you, in the depths of Poseidon's own shrine. The foolish whale god will weaken in the presence of more evil, and we can finally get past his annoying defenses."
Agate remembered vividly the many troopers he killed just trying to avoid one trap.
Suddenly, the column came down, and Agate saw his guests come in. His eye twisted curtly.
"Your friends have arrived now..."
He looked at the bloodied yet strong young phantom chained to a board in front of him.
"Raika."
Frost almost wanted to cry out and rescue the young rebel chained to the board, but refrained herself.
Pink seemed to be the same, holding back a potassium-water mixture of rage, sadness, melancholy, tiredness... and yet, hope and love.
"Hand over the Cheetah Spirit Stone... or the girl dies." snarled Agate.
Frost held up her paws, surprised.
"No dice." she said. "What are you talking about?"
Agate's face was surprised.
"I...I thought that Savior already gave you it. Our sentinels told us that Savior somehow took the Cheetah Spirit Stone, and is sending it through mainstream time channels with her attached. I thought she already got to you."
(Out of ideas for now, bye. D:)
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