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[Breekan1]

Breekan squints at the air, as if he's trying to see something. "Now, let's hold up a bit. Maybe it's not yet hopeless. Jess and I have... er, connections. And Ossanlin... I'm not sure what it is but I feel like there's something big around you. Even if we can't get Myitt back on her own..." he glances at the Bartender. He frowns. "Maybe we can find something big enough to threaten him into doing so."

[applix]

Mike sat up on the stretcher, his head turning this way and that to try and figure out what was going on. But slowly he could feel Myitt's name being said in the air. His face contorted and he cringed, his body pulling itself towards its center. "No..." He shook his head and pulled his hands up to his neck, at first feeling for his collar and then holding them there in despair.

The boy could already hear someone blaming it on him and guilt washed over him. He looked around, trying to find someone so he could get it over with. He swallowed, feeling the places in his throat where blood had tried. He was still weak from having nearly starved and dehydrated out in the wild these last few days. "I did it."

Mike let those words out quickly, before it got out of hand and he spoke up, "It's my fault." He shook his head, feeling as though he wanted to puke his guts out. He had taken a life before, but never at the whim of some strange being. He didn't know exactly what had happened but he was sure his being here had something to do with it. He shook, looking around with wide eyes and seeing nothing.

***

Applix turned to Mike as he spoke softly to himself, glaring at the boy that say on the stretcher some ways from the scene. <Don't be stupid, child.> The boy was old enough to be a warrior in some cultures but he was acting foolish and came off as being very adolescent. Quickly the andalite turned back to them and shook his head, <I think Myitt is gone for good. Sometimes a thread is cut and there's no going back.> He said this without knowing the true irony of his statement.

[Myitt]

"Let me talk to them," growls a voice that only Mar can hear, neither male nor definitely female.  "The rules allow that.  You said it yourself."

"Yeah, that does make sense," says Corliss dejectedly.  "One life for another, innit?" He looks up at the bartender, who just keeps drying his glass, as if nothing had happened. 

"I don't think you'd ever hurt Myitt," Tara says, eyeing Mar.  "But somehow I think you're glad she's dead.  I...I can't explain why."

Corliss narrows his eyes at Mike.  "You're feeling alright, then?"  He sighs.  "You had no control over it.  I'm the one who asked for the bartender's help, and he never agrees to something as big as saving your life without...adequate payment."  He stares down at his hands.  "Breekan, from what I understand, if we ask your various connections to interfere, they'll probably want adequate payment as well.  Besides, when you're gone you're gone, eh?  I think Applix is right."  This seems to hit home and he looks down again.  "No use getting 'er back if she's a bloody zombie."  He looks up at Alic and waves a little.  "'ey, dunno if you remember me?  Myitt and I go way back.  As in, we're related."

[applix]

Mike cast a dejected look to Corliss and his mind began to wrap around what had actually happened. Myitt was the slug that had crawled out of Tara's ear and died. His guilt seemed to hesitate for a moment as if he were actually going over questions of morality in his mind. Either way Mike felt an extreme amount of guilt for having been manipulated by the shadow, no matter what had actually happened. He kept his mouth shut and began to wonder if his sight could be fixed if he morphed.

The boy on the stretcher began to concentrate, feeling his injuries but ignoring them for now. The adrenaline still in his bloodstream served him well and he was able to concentrate on a small wild field mouse he had once held in his hand. The poor thing had been frightened to death and so had he once in its body when his friend had morphed a snake. He didn't have to have anyone tell him that it had been a horrible idea. His skin seemed to grow pale, even more so than his ghostly appearance permitted now. His hair actually shortened a bit on his head but came out like a fur coat everywhere else. He looked suddenly disproportional and strangely it looked as if his leg were regrowing itself. Eventually his blue eyes turned brown and his butt shot out with his legs carried along for the ride. At no one point did he stop shrinking and he might have gone unnoticed if everyone was concentrating on Myitt's death, which was what he was banking on. Eventually a small brown and tan mouse sat on the gurney, wiggling its little nose as it peered through its tiny eyes and saw the bickering crowd in front of him as massive statues. His heart pounded and his mind tried to process what was going on, fatigued but uninjured.

***

Applix looked between Mar and the group, wondering if they might cut him up. He felt a little relaxed at what Corliss had said to Mike and was thankful that he would not become the scapegoat. The andalite could barely process what had really happened to Myitt right now, even if he did happen to handle death pretty well in his old age. He considered himself old but in reality he was really only about 35 if he were a human. His tail flickered behind, feeling the tension rising and wondering briefly why the room seemed like it was beginning to move slower and fill with static.

[Myitt]

"Wait a bloody minute here," says Corliss, standing up.  "Are you telling me this little bleeder could morph, and the bartender still killed her in return for saving him?  You could've morphed your injuries away, you twit!" He yells this last bit at the mouse as it cowers on the hovering gurney. 

[Alic]

<I don't care if Mar had something to do with this or not. I don't trust him.>
Alic's expression softens and turns one stalk eye towards Corliss. <Vaguely. It has been so long, though.> The morphing boy catches her attention, and Corliss says outloud what she was thinking. She stares at the disgusting rodent, thinking he should suffer the same fate as Myitt had.

[Shenmue654]

Mar nods at Alic. "Trusting me is about the worst thing you could do in any situation. Again, I assure you that I had no part in this." He notes Mike's morph and Corliss' reaction with some interest. My Myitt died for a fool that could morph. Then again, he wasn't coherent enough then to morph out. They're just taking out their frustration.

He internally nods at Myitt. "If you insist, precious. But they are unlikely to believe you are you."


Mar clears his throat and states, "This will probably cause some kind of an argument, but who is the most level-headed person here at this terrible moment?"

[Myitt]

"I'm not yours, I'm not anyone's," says the voice, having read what it could of Mar's thoughts.  "I don't care what they believe, it's better than this!"

Corliss and Tara look at each other.  Tara shrugs.  "What's that supposed to mean?" she demands, glaring at Mar.

[Shenmue654]

Mar glances at them in nods. "I'm assuming that means you two. As acting Shinigami (Note: That's Japanese for "Death God." Like a grim reaper I guess. X3) and primary controller, I am allowing contact between you and the person once known as Myitt One-Nine-Five at her request. Do you accept the intervention or not? Or even believe me?"

Mar chuckles. "It's mad. Besides, who knows how long you can hold your old memories without a mind?"

[Myitt]

"I think you have the power to do something like that," Tara says tersely.  "Sure.  I'll accept."

"Wait.  I want to be able to talk to everyone, damnit!  While I still have my f*cking brain," the voice rages.  If it had a body, it would be jumping up and down in fury.

[Shenmue654]

Mar sighs. "I'm going to translate your aura into a form everyone should be able to understand. You can talk to whoever you want, if they consider you real. Actually, I'm not entirely sure how this is going to go."

Mar then nods and draws out his bizarre prosthetic arm, tapping the gem. The gem lights up and a sort of weird feeling permeates the air on that spot. A sort of wavering bit of light then appears and manifests as....a really strange technicolor-looking naked Tara (well, without visible parts anyway). This creature is wearing strange, seething black chains. It also appears to be quite transparent.

Mar groans, stumbling a bit, holding his head and laying up against a wall. "Did it work? I think I can still do that."

[Myitt]

Myitt's eyes widen, and she sits down.  "Um.  Um...right," she stammers, her voice shifting between Tara's and her own strangely androgynous one.  "This...is f*cked up."

"You're telling me," Tara says, blinking. 

"Did you just conjure 'er up again?" Corliss wonders incredulously.  "Myitt, mate, you're dead, man.  We saw yeh die.  Either I've gone off me rocker or you're really there, all...Tara-like and....naked."  He shakes his head. 

"Yes, I think that about sums it up," says Myitt, brushing a seething chain off of her arm.  It returns diligently.  She glances around at the bar, wriggling her fingers.  "Hi, guys.  Sorry to get you all riled up like this.  I'm just sort of...dead and stuff."  She looks over at Mar.  "You know, does this make me a zombie?"

"I knew she was gonna say that," Corliss mutters.

[Shenmue654]

Mar shakes his head, laying against the wall. "No....no. She can't interact with anything at all and her mind is only there as long as she can hold it. And I suppose that depends on the strength of her will. Can we talk later? My head feels like it's about to explode."

Mar slides down the wall and closes his eyes, trying to focus.

[Myitt]

"Like hell we're going to talk later!  Like hell we're--" Myitt pauses and looks down at the bar counter.  "What was I saying?"  The chains seem to constrict around her. 

"Jesus, they'll kill her!" Tara hisses.  "Again...Mar, snap out of it already, for chrissakes!"

[Breekan1]

Breekan stammers. "Myitt? Are you... what's going to happen to you, exactly, once you're gone from here?"