Galaxy's Edge Space Bar (archive)

[Myitt]

Myitt shakes her head.  "Don't know," she breathes, gripping her arms.  "But I have a very bad feeling about it."

[Shenmue654]

Mar desperately tries to clear his head. The headache is searing and unpleasant, and he's never really experienced this sort of pain before. He stares blearily at Myitt.

"Not supposed...to summon you like this. Too straining. Say your peace and be done with it. Agh!"

I can't pass out or Myitt will fade. I'll have to stay clear as long as I can....

[Breekan1]

Breekan sighs softly. "That's... ****, that's bull****." he snaps. "Look at us- we've got some guy that sells souls, a fist full of aliens, an enigmatic bartender that can apparently do anything, and emissaries from the two biggest fish in the Universe. How the hell can't we pool our resources and get this sorted out?"

[applix]

Mike had been terrified when he had first looked through his mouse eyes, but he was even more terrified now that he could see two Tara's and he was a bit confused on what was happening to one. He shook his little mouse head and looked around for answers, standing up on his two back legs on the stretcher.

***

Applix looked on to the figure of Tara in front of him, his eyes distrusting for a moment. Mar seemed incapable of really lying for some reason, or at least that was the feeling he got. He shook his head when he began to realize that this was most likely a real manifestation of Myitt's soul. <This is wrong. Not only that Myitt is dead but she has manifested in front of us. Only bad things will come of this.>

[Shenmue654]

"It was Myitt's wish," stated Mar, rubbing his head. "I'm obligated to grant whatever the deceased wants before they leave in most cases. This is an exception, but...I like Myitt."

Mar slowly stands up, getting himself back together somewhat. Everything is still tiresome, mundane, and blurry. "I do not know what will come of the current situation, no. Regardless, Myitt is dead."

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

*Ossanlin watches as the bouncer coalesces around the injured boy, the feeling in the room not terribly comforting.  This was a strange power, Ossanlin's fur stood on end for a moment, at least it felt as though it did, his tail swishing agitatedly.  He gasps suddenly as some sort of sharp energy lances into Tara's head and his eyes widen as Myitt slithers from Tara's body and succumbs to death.*  <What?!  NO!>  *his injured hoof seems to pale in comparison to the loss of his long-time friend.  It was as if a portion was torn from him, something truly more precious than any part of his body.  His injury was nothing.  the severe emotional trauma, the energy that sailed through his body brought his silver-blade powers to bear once again, his fur finally changing colors, his energies finally recuperated.*

*Ossanlin blinks back tears as his hoof heals even without his notice, the silver-blade energy working its power.  He listens to Corliss for a moment as the human morphs.  He is not entirely surprised.*  <No, morphing won't heal his human body.  Unless his morphing ability is different from that which I know.  What andalite would truly be a vecol if he could simply morph his tail back into existence?>

*Ossanlin turns his attention back to Mar where an image of Myitt appears on the back of his hand, chained and...strange.  She was still there....there was time...a voice echoed in his head unbidden, "Only alter time if there is no other option...it can have messy consequences."  Ossanlin didn't care much at that moment for the Ellimist's words, he understood the caution, one could not simply go about willy-nilly messing with time, but surely Myitt had more to do, more to accomplish, this couldn't be her time and the Bar Tender had exacted an unfair transaction.  He would be setting the Universe right by bringing her back.*  

<In this form I could alter time, Mar...you profit from her death, I genuinely do not care what your soul society or whatnot can benefit from Myitt's soul.  In this form I may be able to bring her back, I can weave the threads of time so that her death did not occur, or at least make it impermanent.  I do not fully understand what this will do, but it is my opinion that Myitt's death is not supposed to occur yet, and that the Bar Tender exacted a price unfair.>  *His stalk eyes watch the seemingly-impassive BT, he sees the eyes flash dangerously, but decides that even though the BT is a powerful entity, he cannot be THAT powerful.  
<Breekan, I may need your help with this.>  

*Ossanlin concentrates, his full intention to enter the time-stream and set things right.*

[Breekan1]

Breekan glances at Jess for a moment, then nods at Ossanlin. He turns to the Bartender. He jerks his thumb at Ossy. "My friend over there, I think you've gotten on his nerves." The Bartender continues to wipe his glass. "This friend- he knows a guy. Sort of fellow big enough to put you out of business. Yes, put you out of business. I'm sure of it. And if he can't..." Breekan smiles. "Mister Bartender, you've served me more than my share of GutWhiskey. But I know a guy too. And he's much, much meaner than the guy my friend over there knows. So let's work things out before we have to call in some of the big guns- yeah?"

[Alic]

Alic stares wide-eyed at Myitt, confused about what was going on. She had just watched her friend die and .. come back in a strange form. Knowing in her heart it was Myitt relaxed Alic, even though she knew this was temporary.
<Damn straight this is fu**** up.>
Alic started to feel dizzy and shook her head, which made her stumble over her own hooves. She caught herself on the bar and mutters, <Jesus. I think I need a drink.. > Then added pleadingly <Ossy, whatever you can do, do it.>
The thought of the bt being put out of business almost made Alic smile. Like any of his customers pay him anyway, its amazing he's still around.

[applix]

[A little confused here-- as far as I know in the animorphs series morphing was a DNA-based ability and morphing to another form and then back once again should "heal" wounds since the DNA remains unchanged. I didn't know if this is how Oss viewed morphing abilities OOCly and was simply being ignorant ICly or what. Anyone can correct me if I am wrong. Either way I plan to make Mike blind due to his 'deal' with the shadow.]

[Myitt]

"Listen, guys," Myitt says, her image flickering a little.  "You don't have to go around altering time just to get me back.  It's only going to be a giant pain in the *ss, you can take that to the bank.  I know.  I don't even think it'll work, and believe me, if there were a way, I'd be all for it."  She picks a chain off of her shoulder and sighs.  "Whatever.  I just didn't really get to say goodbye, and this is more than most people get in this situation." 

"Yes but Myitt, this little b*stard morphed into a bloody mouse, it wasn't a fair deal, mate," Corliss pleads.

"Damn straight," Tara snaps.  "Why won't you let them help you?" She waves a hand at their friends.

"Life ain't fair, sometimes," Myitt says, shrugging.  "Especially around this one."  She jabs a translucent thumb at the bartender.  She suddenly fades in and out and there's a distinct staticky sound as she blinks and stares at the counter.  She continues in Yeerkish.  "What am I doing here?  This isn't Olgin base."

[applix]

The mouse sat on the gurney, his little beady eyes troubled by what he was hearing. He knew the responsibility was on him because he hadn't morphed out. But who knew they'd try to save his life after what he'd done. Perhaps the shadow had known this would happen and was torturing him by giving his sight back for this moment, to watch in horror. His tail had already curled up underneath him and he stared at Corliss a few steps away in fear.

***

Applix looked on towards Myitt until the voice seemed to crackle, at which he couldn't take much more of it and he shook his head, turning towards the door and walking out abruptly. No expression sat on his face, but one might guess he was a little heart-broken or something along those lines.

[Crimea River]

((Background info: I couldn't resist bringing in an old friend.  :3  I bet Myitt and Ossanlin remember me.  ^_^  Now...this Indar is not really known among the Yeerk Empire; his new host, Gerlan, was recently acquired, and only his ally, a Yeerk genetic researcher who is indebted to him for his contributions to his research (that Visser Three wouldn't give XDDD) really knows that he's an "Abomination."  So yay~ glad to be in the famous Space Bar again.  :3  Andalites might know the host, but they wouldn't know he was infested.  Prince Gerlan-Torluit-Varanar, who worked with the disgraced and ruthless War-Prince Satesion-Hantofar-Ixaeus.  How the heck I remember all these Andalite names, I don't know...))

The door slid open, and the blue-furred Andalite-Controller stepped into the bar, his stalk-eyes swiveling around so that he could take in his surroundings.  Indar was hoping that he would get to enjoy himself here before he went before the Council to tell them that he had captured an Andalite.  Already, he had been compiling a "bundle" of Andalite military and research information that his host had stored on his fighter and in his mind.  The Council would be pleased, he knew.  It'd likely end in him getting a promotion, which he was a bit nervous about.  His host was, obviously, disgusted, and was still fighting him, but the Yeerk was able to keep him under control.  Unfortunately, at times, this involved replaying the same sickening Taxxon images over and over in his mind, from the days of his very first host...

The Yeerk remained where he stood until someone told him to get out of the way of the door.  Silently, he walked towards the bar itself.

((OOC: What's currently going on?  XD))

[Shenmue654]

((OOC: Due to Myitt needing to save someone's life, the bartender killed Myitt as payment. Mar, my screwy little inter-dimensional villainous nutball who at the moment is in a painfully mortal shape, due to a previous Roleplay owns Myitt's soul. Because Myitt asked and she is dead, Mar has granted her a "physical" manifestation. But due to her having no mind of which to hold memories in, her memories are extremely shaky. That's the gist of relatively current events. Mar's just recovering from the currently difficult process of bringing forth a ghost form for Myitt. Ask for more if you want. : )  )

Mar shakily stands up and sighs. He's starting to make sense of the world again, but he feels tired. "If you're going to go ahead and do this, you must hurry. Myitt will become disoriented rather fast. I am not fond of the way she died either, and will not interfere. However...I am part of no "soul society" as you put it. I have almost always been alone. My reasons for wanting Myitt's soul are not out of profit but out of attachment to Myitt's particular soul. This is a deeply personal affair. If you intend to retrieve Myitt, then it doesn't matter to me. I shall only have to wait a very short time longer. But be incredibly careful. Trying to avert a death often causes more to happen. You know that altering the time stream comes with a price."

[Myitt]

((Yaayy hi Jamie!  I thought you'd fallen off the face of the Earth, man!   Welcome to RAF and the bar, mwahaha!))

"What's happening to her?" Corliss demands. 

"Isn't it obvious?" Tara drones, sitting next to the shifty ghost version of Myitt, who is presently looking down at her own ghostly body in confusion.  "It's like when your life flashes before your eyes.  Except...f*ck, it's way weirder."

"What sort of creature is this?" Myitt wonders in Yeerkish.  "Where am I, I demand to know!"  She flickers again, and continues in English, staring at the bar counter.  "You mean it is possible for a human to make a living by pretending to be another human?  Even other creatures?  You really are a strange bunch of people."  Another flicker.  "Please, please, no, I hate pink!"  She looks around.  "Tara...Tara, please don't ever wear pink dresses.  Ever."

"Like I would?" Tara scoffs, as if insulted.  "Myitt, man, how long do you have like this?"

"I don't know," Myitt breathes, flickering faintly and glaring at Mar.

"Mate, there might be something these blokes of yours can do to get you out of this," Corliss says, trying to rationalize.  "You know me, I'm not one to believe this sort of rot, but when you see what looks like some mad version of your sibling's soul rematerialize in front of you after she's died...you start to sort of wonder.  Y'know?  Maybe there is a way out, no thanks to him."  He glares at the bartender.

The bartender makes no move to intervene or rescind any of his lackey's actions.  Just keeps drying that damn glass.

"Yeah, I come back, and what, someone else goes in my place?  Or the stream of space-time is screwed to all hell?  Nuh uh, I ain't worth it," Myitt grumbles.

[applix]

Mike felt coldness draping over his small body. His fur was spots of tan and brown outlined against the white stretcher. It seemed kinda odd for a field mouse to just be sitting there in the middle where a person was intended to lay. He had seen enough of Myitt floating, disembodied and felt only fear now in his current size. He jumped off of the gurney and began crawling towards the door, passing by two large feet at one point and then rounding a table. He could vaguely see the shape of the door and his little nose wiggled back and forth as he smelled the outside greeting him through the small space under the door. He could see shapes in between the door and himself, but he figured they were chair legs, not the andalite hooves of a yeerk-controller.

(Mike is a morph-capable human in field mouse form)

***

Applix hadn't even noticed the andalite walking towards the bar as he strolled out a minute or so before the stranger walked in. His hooves padded against the grass, his head looked down and in front of him, wandering aimlessly. He strode in the general direction of an expansive field, thoughts wandering around in his head.

(Applix is an Andalite)