Haze & Chaos - Reunion A Part 6
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Weaving his way through his fellow officers and soldiers desperate to get their stations and positions, Antares finally entered the bridge as the fortress shook again. The bridge was a massive room, consisting of a series of wide catwalks above many control and instrument panels, all facing a series of colossal windshields that gave a truly spectacular view of the skies in front of Camelot. The only issue was that there were strange, enemy aircrafts soaring by that view, being fought off by Liger Brigade tiltrotors. Normally the roughly 200 officers and pilots of the bridge would have been peacefully maintaining Camelot’s course, but the attack had them all on edge and on the verge of panic, as only one man and his zeppelin was gutsy enough to attack the sky fortress head on like that… and it had only been a month and a half since his last attack.
Standing on the central platform that oversaw the rest of the bridge was a tall, muscular general with scarlet hair and verdant eyes–General Samuel Rockwell Aalders. He was just about to regain his composure, but then another blast of some kind shook the bridge, causing him to fall and catch himself on the railing. “ARGH, Sebastian, that bastard… GET VIRUS X ON THE LINE!” A huge, metal frame extended down from the ceiling and lit up with a hologram screen depicting a strange robot-like entity messing around in the cockpit of a jet. “Virus X, can we get the Warbird out in the air again?!”
“Huh, what…?” The robot answered, a little distracted. “No can do, Aalders, still tuning it up from the last flight…”
“This is no time for excuses, Virus X!” he barked back.
“Hey! I told you Sebastian was on his way, but did you believe me? No! Besides, you gave the orders not to strike Götterdämmerung after all…”
“FORGET IT!” As if they were expecting that response, the crewman who activated the call switched it off. “BLAST IT ALL, GET SQUADRONS C THROUGH F OUT IN THE AIR! WHY AREN’T OUR REAR BATTERIES FIRING!? SOMEONE GET GENERAL LUNDBERG AND THE PENTAGON ON THE HORN…”
“General, Sir–We have an incoming call, and it’s not one of our own!” One of the communications officers warned.
A frame descended in direct view of Aalders and Antares, and the hologram screen showed an imposing German they were all too familiar with, standing atop a platform with a golden podium engraved with the reichsadler. Oddly behind him on the wall was a giant emblem that resembled a Norse rune, and it must have been new, as intelligence on Sebastian had not accounted for it. “General Aalders!”
“Sebastian! What do I owe the displeasure of this unexpected appearance to this time?”
“I have no time for formalities, General. Surrender Bethany Briggs or…”
He was rudely cut off by a jester… that resembled Valentin?! “OR WE’LL TAKE HER BY FORCE, HAHA!” This startled everyone on the bridge who saw it, as the man dressed in blue and gold attire was clearly not Valentin, but bore a resemblance so uncanny yet different that it was fairly creepy. The almond-colored hair and blue eyes were on point, but he notably lacked Valentin’s facial scar.
“SILENCE, PERKELE!” Sebastian growled, taking offense to being interrupted like that as he slammed his podium with his fists.
“St. Perkele, The Jester, to all the boys and girls watching at home!” he proudly announced as he danced around the platform, juggling three balls.
Sebastian grabbed Perkele by the shirt and brought him close to his face with a scowl that would have scared the living daylights out of anyone else. “If I wanted your input, I WOULD HAVE ASKED FOR IT!” He then threw him off the platform, causing a crashing sound off screen. “NOW QUIT WASTING TIME AND GO ASSIST ERNUST, YOU INGRATE!”
“Everyone beeth a critic!” Perkele chided as his voice trailed off. “TATA, LOVELIES!”
Aalders was actually incredibly unsettled, but held it together to deliver a witty retort. “They don’t make help like they used to, aye, Sebastian?”
Sebastian felt a vein in his head throb as he began to clench his fists and slowly turned back to face the camera. “NO, I didn’t come here for banter and tea parties–HAND OVER BETHANY AND THE MANTICORE OR ELSE!” The hologram screen then went dark, followed by the frame returning to its original position. And then another blast shook everything once again.
“What the hell?” Aalders remarked in disbelief. “That’s Perkele?! Just who the hell is…” he then realized the elephant in the room and panicked. “QUICK, SOMEONE GET BETHANY TO THE BRIDGE NOW!”
“Already on it, General!” Antares answered, starting to head out.
“No need, Briggs,” a man with a thick, Russian accent replied. Stepping across the catwalk was a tall, older-yet strong man with long, brown hair, a wide-brimmed top hat, and a black long coat over a military uniform that was not of the Liger Brigade’s. The badge on the left side of his officer’s coat said ‘ENCOM,’ and he held a silver stop watch. He was followed by both Bethany and Mads as he popped open the watch and smiled. “For those wondering, by my assessment, I’d dare say some of Sebastian's plans may have hinged on the possession of the Vermilion Manticore.”
“General Dryden, Sir!” Aalders said with a salute. “Thank you for your foresight.”
“Don’t worry about Bethany, as Sebastian’s not meant to get her back,” Mads asserted.
“And you’re sure about that, Specialist?” Aalders rightfully questioned.
“It’s not in the cards today, nor tomorrow,” he said with confidence.
Bethany was not pleased about this devil-may-care attitude and put her hands on her hips while tapping her foot. “Excuse me, but if it’s not a problem, then why even bring me here in the first place?”
“It never hurts to be safe than sorry.”
That sent a chill down Bethany’s spine, but she could not figure out why. “Snakes terrify me…” she muttered.
“So who in blue blazes was that Perkele weirdo?” Antares demanded to know. “It can’t be Valentin, because he’s with Sylvia at the moment… and on our side.”
General Dryden waited for another shake of the fortress, then conjured up a glass of red wine and took a sip. “Well perhaps Bethany can enlighten us as to who this strange, new henchman is…”
Bethany felt incredibly nervous as the group looked at her expecting an answer. “Well how I’m supposed to know? I…” She then paused and began pacing, with a memory coming back to her. “No, it can’t be… I mean, Valentin was working on a special hex, but it didn’t come to fruition in time, so that’s why he went with Sylvia as a plan B… Honestly I wasn’t sure what it was because you all know how secretive Valentin gets…”
Aalders looked at Antares with a nod, then stroked his chin, his trimmed beard feeling coarse against his fingers. “Do we have any idea when Valentin is returning to Earth?”
Mads checked his watch and smiled. “Not right now, but later today…” He then cackled with Dryden sighing. “Let’s just say he had an interesting time these past couple of years.”
“Years? Excuse me, but what…argh, never mind.” Aalders was somewhat aware of what Mads actually was, but that did not mean he understood it in the slightest.
Dyden waited for another shake and took another sip. “So, Lt. Colonel, how are Haze and Will doing now that they’ve bonded?”
Antares was startled by that question and felt a tinge of adrenaline. “WHAT, how did you know about that?” Dryden tilted in his head in a way that suggested he had talked Mads. “Well um…”
“Briggs, what’s going on with ACF-008?” Aalders asked in a serious tone.
“Alright, look, we had a slight SNAFU, but Kyu, Bran, Sam, and Faustus have this all under control…”
Aalders sighed and shook his head. “Fine, as I imagine they can handle themselves… We obviously have more pressing matters to tend to at the moment…”
“MADS!” A voice called out as a man in a red dress suit and top hat came hurrying across the catwalk, concerning Aalders and Antares. He paused to catch his breath as he bent over with his hands on his knees. “Mads! I came as soon as I heard Will was in trouble! Is… is now a bad time?”
Comedically there was another shake that timed itself with Mads’ irritation towards their guest he would rather not be there. “YES, Nosmirc! Now is a really BAD TIME…” He then glanced at the others. “Don’t worry, everyone, this is The Amazing Nosmirc, a…” Mads gave a frustrated chuckle. “...a friend and a member of the Dark Divers Guild.”
“Well it’s just that I heard Will was having trouble and figured I lend some void magic help and…”
“Pardon me for one second, everyone…” Mads said as he dragged Nosmirc over to the doorway. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, CRIMSON?!” he whisper-yelled, which was thankfully masked by all of the commotion.
Nosmirc looked legitimately hurt by that, albeit he was unlikely to get any sympathy from Mads. “We’re at the precipice of a crossroads, Mads, and I think now would be a perfect time for me to lend Will a hand and…”
Despite seemingly having everything under control, Mads was quietly losing his mind as if things were about to start flying off the hinges, even if they did not actually do so. It was incredibly easy to see in his jerky hand movements and expressions. “We’ll talk about this later…” he growled. “Keep your mouth shut and play along.”
Nosmirc swallowed hard as he began to sweat. Mads was below him dimensionally speaking, but that did not mean he did not fear him a little. “Of course, of course!” he answered with a nervous chuckle.
Elsewhere, Will had finally stumbled into a storeroom and was bumping into crate after crate, unable to control his body. It was like he had been given a new body and had no idea how to use it. A shake of the room caused him to fall flat on his face. He had tried to grab a hold of one of the crates, but instead his arm stretched like a piece of rubber and smacked him in the head when he let go of the crate. His mind was all scrambled at that point and he started moaning like a child who had just dropped his ice cream, unable to latch onto rational thoughts. It was then that Haze had had enough and forced him up to his feet.
“OKAY, come on!” a strange voice chided. “I’ve been watching and learning about you for the past month and a half!”
“SHUT UP!” Will shot back.
“Do you want me to take full control then?! We can do that, you know!”
Will honestly felt like he was going crazy at that point. Was life even real anymore? “SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!” Between the lack of control of his body and the shaking ship, he started screaming like a child and punching whatever he could… even though his fists failed to actually hit anything with meaningful force.
“WILL!” Morrigan cried as she and Faustus ran into the room. She saw him freaking out, and in a panic went and hugged him as hard as she could. “It’s alright, I’m here!”
“SAM?” Will was finally brought back to reality, Morrigan’s tight bear hug being the anchor he needed. He hugged her just as tight and refused to let go. “Sam, help me…”
“Alright, Will, stay still while we…”
“Hey, lady… no, Sam–that’s right!” the strange voice said. “Could you help me talk some sense into–AIYEE!” Haze exclaimed as Sam grabbed the hand where the talking mouth had appeared.
“WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BOYO!?” Morrigan roared at the mouth with the presence of a rage-filled demon.
Haze took control of Will and yanked his hand back, stumbling backwards in the process. “Hey, easy now! I didn’t do anything…”
“HA, sure, and I’m the Mettatron!” Faustus mocked.
“Hey, he wanted this!” Haze protested. “I want this too!”
“ENOUGH!” Will shouted as he banged that hand into a crate, breaking it open. As the weapon repair kits spilled out, Will laughed, finally having regained control of his body. “HEY, I CAN HIT STUFF AGAIN.”
“Ow…” Haze groaned. “Hey, easy now…”
Faustus laughed again, grabbing Will’s hand. “You’re the one who possessed Will here! Now start talking, buddy! Just who in the tenth layer are you!?”
Will took his hand back and lightly shook his head. “Easy, Faustus, that’s still my body… His name is Haze, and… argh…” Will was still a little woozy, but thankfully Morrigan caught him. He then brought the mouth hand closer to the both of them. “Look, Haze, you want to go after criminals and sure, cool, awesome–but Sebastian is the only one I know who would be ballsy enough to attack Camelot–it’s why the Liger Brigade took so long back in the September,” he said to Morrigan and Faustus.
“SEBASTIAN’S ATTACKING US!?” Haze exclaimed. “JEEZ–Sorry, Will! You’ve got my help any day of the week in that case!”
The three stared at the mouth in disbelief… It could not have been that easy. Will groaned a little and was able to shakily stand on his own. “Then stop trying to take control of my body!”
“Hey, hey, we’re cool now. Lead the way, ULTRAMagic Ignition!”
Will grunted into an exasperated chuckle as he squeezed his temples with a grunt. “Alright then…” Taking a second to finally process what he had become, Will felt a mix of emotions from satisfaction to the heebeegeebees. He had become a freak, but he was loving it at the same time. The fact that his body creaked like rubber was a little surreal though... “Sam, is there anything wrong with me?”
Morrigan had to do her best to suppress the raging desire to smooch him right then and there, as his shiny, sleek body was making her act up to say the least. “Uh no, you’re-you’re fine… so fine… Boyo. I mean your eyes aren’t visible, but…” she then gave a thumbs up with an awkward smile.
“Easy, kiddos, let’s save the shenanigans for when we’re not under attack,” Faustus interrupted, then paused, looking like he was preparing to say something important. “YOU, MISTER, HAVE A LOT TO ANSWER FOR,” he snapped as he thrust his red finger in Will’s face. “LUDWIG AND ROSTISLAV TOLD ME EVERYTHING AND…” A shake cut him off and nearly made him fall over. “Argh, look, I’m not happy about the Future Squad mission, but we’ll discuss that later.”
Will softly groaned, knowing he was in trouble. “Dang it, I should have brought him along, but I was worried about the timeline…” he grumbled to himself in a way that was a little difficult to make out, starting to anxiously pace around.
“Seriously, why didn’t you bring him along?” Haze asked.
“HEY, wait until we’re not being shot at to read my mind!” Will scolded as he pointed at his palm. “Follow me!” he instructed, leading the two out of the storeroom.
“What are we going to do, Will?” Morrigan questioned.
“I… I don’t know, but we have to do something!”
Haze smiled as Will had a good idea in his head, even if it was a little crazy. “I can stretch with ease, and if you want to sling yourself around–that sounds like a lot of fun!”
“What did I just say about reading my mind!?”
“Jeez, would it kill you to ask for help? I have no qualms about asking for help!”
Faustus could not help but laugh as they entered a hallway with people rushing back and forth. “Okay, I’m starting to warm up to this guy!”
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Weaving his way through his fellow officers and soldiers desperate to get their stations and positions, Antares finally entered the bridge as the fortress shook again. The bridge was a massive room, consisting of a series of wide catwalks above many control and instrument panels, all facing a series of colossal windshields that gave a truly spectacular view of the skies in front of Camelot. The only issue was that there were strange, enemy aircrafts soaring by that view, being fought off by Liger Brigade tiltrotors. Normally the roughly 200 officers and pilots of the bridge would have been peacefully maintaining Camelot’s course, but the attack had them all on edge and on the verge of panic, as only one man and his zeppelin was gutsy enough to attack the sky fortress head on like that… and it had only been a month and a half since his last attack.
Standing on the central platform that oversaw the rest of the bridge was a tall, muscular general with scarlet hair and verdant eyes–General Samuel Rockwell Aalders. He was just about to regain his composure, but then another blast of some kind shook the bridge, causing him to fall and catch himself on the railing. “ARGH, Sebastian, that bastard… GET VIRUS X ON THE LINE!” A huge, metal frame extended down from the ceiling and lit up with a hologram screen depicting a strange robot-like entity messing around in the cockpit of a jet. “Virus X, can we get the Warbird out in the air again?!”
“Huh, what…?” The robot answered, a little distracted. “No can do, Aalders, still tuning it up from the last flight…”
“This is no time for excuses, Virus X!” he barked back.
“Hey! I told you Sebastian was on his way, but did you believe me? No! Besides, you gave the orders not to strike Götterdämmerung after all…”
“FORGET IT!” As if they were expecting that response, the crewman who activated the call switched it off. “BLAST IT ALL, GET SQUADRONS C THROUGH F OUT IN THE AIR! WHY AREN’T OUR REAR BATTERIES FIRING!? SOMEONE GET GENERAL LUNDBERG AND THE PENTAGON ON THE HORN…”
“General, Sir–We have an incoming call, and it’s not one of our own!” One of the communications officers warned.
A frame descended in direct view of Aalders and Antares, and the hologram screen showed an imposing German they were all too familiar with, standing atop a platform with a golden podium engraved with the reichsadler. Oddly behind him on the wall was a giant emblem that resembled a Norse rune, and it must have been new, as intelligence on Sebastian had not accounted for it. “General Aalders!”
“Sebastian! What do I owe the displeasure of this unexpected appearance to this time?”
“I have no time for formalities, General. Surrender Bethany Briggs or…”
He was rudely cut off by a jester… that resembled Valentin?! “OR WE’LL TAKE HER BY FORCE, HAHA!” This startled everyone on the bridge who saw it, as the man dressed in blue and gold attire was clearly not Valentin, but bore a resemblance so uncanny yet different that it was fairly creepy. The almond-colored hair and blue eyes were on point, but he notably lacked Valentin’s facial scar.
“SILENCE, PERKELE!” Sebastian growled, taking offense to being interrupted like that as he slammed his podium with his fists.
“St. Perkele, The Jester, to all the boys and girls watching at home!” he proudly announced as he danced around the platform, juggling three balls.
Sebastian grabbed Perkele by the shirt and brought him close to his face with a scowl that would have scared the living daylights out of anyone else. “If I wanted your input, I WOULD HAVE ASKED FOR IT!” He then threw him off the platform, causing a crashing sound off screen. “NOW QUIT WASTING TIME AND GO ASSIST ERNUST, YOU INGRATE!”
“Everyone beeth a critic!” Perkele chided as his voice trailed off. “TATA, LOVELIES!”
Aalders was actually incredibly unsettled, but held it together to deliver a witty retort. “They don’t make help like they used to, aye, Sebastian?”
Sebastian felt a vein in his head throb as he began to clench his fists and slowly turned back to face the camera. “NO, I didn’t come here for banter and tea parties–HAND OVER BETHANY AND THE MANTICORE OR ELSE!” The hologram screen then went dark, followed by the frame returning to its original position. And then another blast shook everything once again.
“What the hell?” Aalders remarked in disbelief. “That’s Perkele?! Just who the hell is…” he then realized the elephant in the room and panicked. “QUICK, SOMEONE GET BETHANY TO THE BRIDGE NOW!”
“Already on it, General!” Antares answered, starting to head out.
“No need, Briggs,” a man with a thick, Russian accent replied. Stepping across the catwalk was a tall, older-yet strong man with long, brown hair, a wide-brimmed top hat, and a black long coat over a military uniform that was not of the Liger Brigade’s. The badge on the left side of his officer’s coat said ‘ENCOM,’ and he held a silver stop watch. He was followed by both Bethany and Mads as he popped open the watch and smiled. “For those wondering, by my assessment, I’d dare say some of Sebastian's plans may have hinged on the possession of the Vermilion Manticore.”
“General Dryden, Sir!” Aalders said with a salute. “Thank you for your foresight.”
“Don’t worry about Bethany, as Sebastian’s not meant to get her back,” Mads asserted.
“And you’re sure about that, Specialist?” Aalders rightfully questioned.
“It’s not in the cards today, nor tomorrow,” he said with confidence.
Bethany was not pleased about this devil-may-care attitude and put her hands on her hips while tapping her foot. “Excuse me, but if it’s not a problem, then why even bring me here in the first place?”
“It never hurts to be safe than sorry.”
That sent a chill down Bethany’s spine, but she could not figure out why. “Snakes terrify me…” she muttered.
“So who in blue blazes was that Perkele weirdo?” Antares demanded to know. “It can’t be Valentin, because he’s with Sylvia at the moment… and on our side.”
General Dryden waited for another shake of the fortress, then conjured up a glass of red wine and took a sip. “Well perhaps Bethany can enlighten us as to who this strange, new henchman is…”
Bethany felt incredibly nervous as the group looked at her expecting an answer. “Well how I’m supposed to know? I…” She then paused and began pacing, with a memory coming back to her. “No, it can’t be… I mean, Valentin was working on a special hex, but it didn’t come to fruition in time, so that’s why he went with Sylvia as a plan B… Honestly I wasn’t sure what it was because you all know how secretive Valentin gets…”
Aalders looked at Antares with a nod, then stroked his chin, his trimmed beard feeling coarse against his fingers. “Do we have any idea when Valentin is returning to Earth?”
Mads checked his watch and smiled. “Not right now, but later today…” He then cackled with Dryden sighing. “Let’s just say he had an interesting time these past couple of years.”
“Years? Excuse me, but what…argh, never mind.” Aalders was somewhat aware of what Mads actually was, but that did not mean he understood it in the slightest.
Dyden waited for another shake and took another sip. “So, Lt. Colonel, how are Haze and Will doing now that they’ve bonded?”
Antares was startled by that question and felt a tinge of adrenaline. “WHAT, how did you know about that?” Dryden tilted in his head in a way that suggested he had talked Mads. “Well um…”
“Briggs, what’s going on with ACF-008?” Aalders asked in a serious tone.
“Alright, look, we had a slight SNAFU, but Kyu, Bran, Sam, and Faustus have this all under control…”
Aalders sighed and shook his head. “Fine, as I imagine they can handle themselves… We obviously have more pressing matters to tend to at the moment…”
“MADS!” A voice called out as a man in a red dress suit and top hat came hurrying across the catwalk, concerning Aalders and Antares. He paused to catch his breath as he bent over with his hands on his knees. “Mads! I came as soon as I heard Will was in trouble! Is… is now a bad time?”
Comedically there was another shake that timed itself with Mads’ irritation towards their guest he would rather not be there. “YES, Nosmirc! Now is a really BAD TIME…” He then glanced at the others. “Don’t worry, everyone, this is The Amazing Nosmirc, a…” Mads gave a frustrated chuckle. “...a friend and a member of the Dark Divers Guild.”
“Well it’s just that I heard Will was having trouble and figured I lend some void magic help and…”
“Pardon me for one second, everyone…” Mads said as he dragged Nosmirc over to the doorway. “WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, CRIMSON?!” he whisper-yelled, which was thankfully masked by all of the commotion.
Nosmirc looked legitimately hurt by that, albeit he was unlikely to get any sympathy from Mads. “We’re at the precipice of a crossroads, Mads, and I think now would be a perfect time for me to lend Will a hand and…”
Despite seemingly having everything under control, Mads was quietly losing his mind as if things were about to start flying off the hinges, even if they did not actually do so. It was incredibly easy to see in his jerky hand movements and expressions. “We’ll talk about this later…” he growled. “Keep your mouth shut and play along.”
Nosmirc swallowed hard as he began to sweat. Mads was below him dimensionally speaking, but that did not mean he did not fear him a little. “Of course, of course!” he answered with a nervous chuckle.
Elsewhere, Will had finally stumbled into a storeroom and was bumping into crate after crate, unable to control his body. It was like he had been given a new body and had no idea how to use it. A shake of the room caused him to fall flat on his face. He had tried to grab a hold of one of the crates, but instead his arm stretched like a piece of rubber and smacked him in the head when he let go of the crate. His mind was all scrambled at that point and he started moaning like a child who had just dropped his ice cream, unable to latch onto rational thoughts. It was then that Haze had had enough and forced him up to his feet.
“OKAY, come on!” a strange voice chided. “I’ve been watching and learning about you for the past month and a half!”
“SHUT UP!” Will shot back.
“Do you want me to take full control then?! We can do that, you know!”
Will honestly felt like he was going crazy at that point. Was life even real anymore? “SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!” Between the lack of control of his body and the shaking ship, he started screaming like a child and punching whatever he could… even though his fists failed to actually hit anything with meaningful force.
“WILL!” Morrigan cried as she and Faustus ran into the room. She saw him freaking out, and in a panic went and hugged him as hard as she could. “It’s alright, I’m here!”
“SAM?” Will was finally brought back to reality, Morrigan’s tight bear hug being the anchor he needed. He hugged her just as tight and refused to let go. “Sam, help me…”
“Alright, Will, stay still while we…”
“Hey, lady… no, Sam–that’s right!” the strange voice said. “Could you help me talk some sense into–AIYEE!” Haze exclaimed as Sam grabbed the hand where the talking mouth had appeared.
“WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BOYO!?” Morrigan roared at the mouth with the presence of a rage-filled demon.
Haze took control of Will and yanked his hand back, stumbling backwards in the process. “Hey, easy now! I didn’t do anything…”
“HA, sure, and I’m the Mettatron!” Faustus mocked.
“Hey, he wanted this!” Haze protested. “I want this too!”
“ENOUGH!” Will shouted as he banged that hand into a crate, breaking it open. As the weapon repair kits spilled out, Will laughed, finally having regained control of his body. “HEY, I CAN HIT STUFF AGAIN.”
“Ow…” Haze groaned. “Hey, easy now…”
Faustus laughed again, grabbing Will’s hand. “You’re the one who possessed Will here! Now start talking, buddy! Just who in the tenth layer are you!?”
Will took his hand back and lightly shook his head. “Easy, Faustus, that’s still my body… His name is Haze, and… argh…” Will was still a little woozy, but thankfully Morrigan caught him. He then brought the mouth hand closer to the both of them. “Look, Haze, you want to go after criminals and sure, cool, awesome–but Sebastian is the only one I know who would be ballsy enough to attack Camelot–it’s why the Liger Brigade took so long back in the September,” he said to Morrigan and Faustus.
“SEBASTIAN’S ATTACKING US!?” Haze exclaimed. “JEEZ–Sorry, Will! You’ve got my help any day of the week in that case!”
The three stared at the mouth in disbelief… It could not have been that easy. Will groaned a little and was able to shakily stand on his own. “Then stop trying to take control of my body!”
“Hey, hey, we’re cool now. Lead the way, ULTRAMagic Ignition!”
Will grunted into an exasperated chuckle as he squeezed his temples with a grunt. “Alright then…” Taking a second to finally process what he had become, Will felt a mix of emotions from satisfaction to the heebeegeebees. He had become a freak, but he was loving it at the same time. The fact that his body creaked like rubber was a little surreal though... “Sam, is there anything wrong with me?”
Morrigan had to do her best to suppress the raging desire to smooch him right then and there, as his shiny, sleek body was making her act up to say the least. “Uh no, you’re-you’re fine… so fine… Boyo. I mean your eyes aren’t visible, but…” she then gave a thumbs up with an awkward smile.
“Easy, kiddos, let’s save the shenanigans for when we’re not under attack,” Faustus interrupted, then paused, looking like he was preparing to say something important. “YOU, MISTER, HAVE A LOT TO ANSWER FOR,” he snapped as he thrust his red finger in Will’s face. “LUDWIG AND ROSTISLAV TOLD ME EVERYTHING AND…” A shake cut him off and nearly made him fall over. “Argh, look, I’m not happy about the Future Squad mission, but we’ll discuss that later.”
Will softly groaned, knowing he was in trouble. “Dang it, I should have brought him along, but I was worried about the timeline…” he grumbled to himself in a way that was a little difficult to make out, starting to anxiously pace around.
“Seriously, why didn’t you bring him along?” Haze asked.
“HEY, wait until we’re not being shot at to read my mind!” Will scolded as he pointed at his palm. “Follow me!” he instructed, leading the two out of the storeroom.
“What are we going to do, Will?” Morrigan questioned.
“I… I don’t know, but we have to do something!”
Haze smiled as Will had a good idea in his head, even if it was a little crazy. “I can stretch with ease, and if you want to sling yourself around–that sounds like a lot of fun!”
“What did I just say about reading my mind!?”
“Jeez, would it kill you to ask for help? I have no qualms about asking for help!”
Faustus could not help but laugh as they entered a hallway with people rushing back and forth. “Okay, I’m starting to warm up to this guy!”
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