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[Shenmue654]

Mar notices suddenly that Myitt has appeared in the dimensional vortex with himself and Ossalin, giving him...the finger. Mar sighs.

"How juvenile, precious. We're trying to save your life, you know. I don't actually know if we can but the least you can do is be more mature about it. This is Ossalin. I believe you know him in some way, or at least he knows you."

[applix]

Mike's vision slowly returned and he could see the massive outlines of people in the distance. But for now his beady eyes rested on Alic, his little mind racing with the rest of it hovering somewhere in z-space. <Let me out!> He yelled in thought-speak to Alic, waiting for her menacing tail to come slicing through the glass.

His tail curled round behind him under his rear, front feet still pressed up against the cup. He tried to remember the last time he was this scared and the memory of that shadow came lurking in. He shuddered, glaring up at the woman looking in. The mouse remembered his claustrophobia suddenly and in a panic he tried to imagine all of the cruel ways he could die as a mouse. <There's no air! There's no air!> He shouted, darting back and forth as he pushed against the side of the glass without effect. The only thing worse than getting put into such a small place was spiders, and with that thought he suddenly realized how massive spiders were to him now. <You can't keep me like this!> He yelled, picturing a massive tarantula grasping him with its jaws and consuming him.

[Myitt]

Myitt shrugs, floating in the void in the presence of a supremely powerful pan-dimensional being and feeling pretty okay about it.  "Listen, pal, I just got axed, so forgive me if I'm a bit irritable."  She looks Ossanlin up and down, eyes narrowing.  "Ossanlin, huh?  Now why would I be friends with an Andalite?"  She smirks. 

[Shenmue654]

Mar glances at Myitt oddly. "Well, he seemed to have some sort of vested interest in saving her life, so I assumed you must have known one another. I suppose every once in a while I could be wrong. And while we're speaking to one another in this place, please don't be irritable. I do not mind your wit I suppose but it's rude to gesture at me that way."

Mar feels his way along the stand, trying to locate and confirm the sensed anamoly.

[Myitt]

Myitt watches Ossanlin carefully.  "Do we know each other, really?" she asks, as if trying to clear away some kind of cobwebs in what remains of her mind.  She shakes her head.  "I'm sorry, Mar.  It won't happen again."

A little voice in the back of her addled head screeches, Yes it will, goddamnit!

[Shenmue654]

Mar smiles pleasantly, which in this place really isn't that pleasant. It's good that Myitt is more amiable now that there is no mind to interfere.

"You probably do know him. But if we're going to resurrect you then we're losing ground fast. We must hurry, Ossalin."

[Alic]

With one fourth of the bottle already gone, Alic set the bottle down.
"Look, rat," she said, setting her elbows on the table with her head in her hands, "I really doubt killing you now will do me any good. I have great faith in my friends to bring Myitt back. Now, if they fail, that's a different story."
Alic moved the pitcher and glass, and picked Mike up by his tail.
"And if I do kill you, I won't do it while you're.. Like this. I would feel kind of guilty hurting a nasty furball. Human, I can handle."
Biting her lip, she was considering setting Mike down to see what he would do. Shrugging, she set him on a barstool. "F*** it. You'll get what's coming to you."

[applix]

Mike began scurrying within the glass as soon as she began to take the pitcher off the top, his heart racing as he began to think of what might happen to him. The world flipped upside-down and he looked at the room as it spun around him before suddenly feeling ground underneath him. He squeaked a bit and froze, not even turning his head to look towards Alic. For one he was pretty sure she was just messing with him and was going to squash him as soon as he tried to run. On the other hand he had only morphed a mouse once before and he didn't really know how to climb things. Even from the middle of the stool he could see the ground only as a blur a foot or so from its base. With his hands and feet spread he waited in fear with his ears filled with the imperfect rhythm of his beating heart.

[Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin)]

((Sorry guys, I don't get to access the page much during height of usage/prime-time...work and all.))

*Ossanlin nods at Mar*  <Yes, her death was very peculiar, it seems that her death was a direct result of the severence of her weave and nothing else.  I have a feeling...I felt a strong, sharp psychic energy lance from the bartender into Tara's skull, I think the bartender managed to cut Myitt's timeweave...he is more dangerous than I suspected.  I may be able to weave the strand back together, but it will take a lot of energy and then it must be woven back into the stream...>

*Myitt appears causing his concentration to waver for a moment...he is suddenly standing within the Academy, his impressive instructor Prince Merilek standing over him.*  <Your tail-form is still too rigid, too slow!  If this was a Tarasee match instead of a training room, you would be DEAD!>
*Ossanlin's image wavers and his thought echoes...*  <Prince, yes!>  *he shakes his head and regains his concentration, all these current memories from the past all at once were getting to him...his mental discipline was being completely and fully ambushed by his very own past existence.*

<Myitt, we have known each other since you founded the resistance.  We are old friends and have been through many battles together...we've fought the Empire together.  Myitt, you are possibly my best friend in this entire galaxy, and I will do whatever it takes to restore you.>  *Ossanlin hides his pain at the fact that Myitt has forgotten him, he knows it is simply her current existence, one that is not natural, much like his own existence is not natural here in the timestream.*

*His look of concentration hardens even further, the constant thoughts and actions from infinite times battering at him.*  <Mar, if you could intersect the two ends of the severed thread, I will attempt to repair the weave...it will be delicate and difficult at best.  If we can manage that, I'll worry about weaving it back into the stream.>  *He concentrates on the two halves, finding the individual fractured filaments of Myitt's existence on each side, matching them up, readying them to be rejoined once Mar holds the severed weave in the appropriate position.*

[Myitt]

Myitt tilts her head slightly.  "Friends...I...I can't remember," she says foggily, watching Ossanlin splice her time strands together.  "What are you doing?" 

[Breekan1]

Breekan stands up very quickly and then sits down. He looks to Tara. "I have no clue what's going on here, or what we need to do." He looks down at his watch. "It's possible Ossanlin and Mar have done something. Hopefully without meaning to, but..." Breekan shakes his head. "Without meaning to. Definitely. If they're not back in a few minutes..." he strokes the new gray and withered stripes of fur near his eyes.

[Shenmue654]

Mar glances off seemingly into oblivion. "We must hurry. If we stay here too long we may cause irrevocable damage to the outside world. My presence should be natural but because of the way that I entered, it isn't. I will hurry and attempt to cross the strands."

 Mar glances about, concentrating, and gradually locates the two ends. Somehow the bartender made a clean cut. He must be very powerful, especially for such a neutral party. I wonder where he came from?

Mar then carefully crosses the strands and warmth emanates from him.  "If we do this correctly, you should be alive in just a moment. I have no idea at all what else may happen, but Ossalin is your friend and he will bear the effects. I will bear them because you are simply not ready to come home yet, and I love you."

It's a very odd expression to feel emanating from such an abrasive, unpleasant, arrogant man. It's tinged with obvious possessiveness, but it seems to be real. And you can tell this kind of thing in a multi-dimensional place.

[Myitt]

"This isn't my home, and I'm sorry Mar, but the feeling's...not..."  She stares blankly at the strands of space-time, interwoven and splitting and forming and breaking.  "Yeah, sure, whatever you say," she whispers hazily.  "You mean the platonic, 'you're awesome' kind of love, right?"  She seems to shake out of a funk, turning to Mar.  "No.  No, this isn't me, I don't want to be your stupid pet for all eternity!" she snarls. "Just because I stopped you from torturing some idiot, I get punished until the end of the universe with brainwashing and frilly clothes by a psychopathic Victorian Cthulhu.  No, thank you.  I don't want to go back knowing where I'm going to end up, damn it."

---

"And Shal?  You don't think Crayak's gotten his slimy mitts on her, do you?" Tara asks Breekan.

[Breekan1]

"The way I see it, it's either Crayak, or Oss and Mar have ****ed something up. Or it's something else entirely." He frowns. "I'm not even sure where I'd go to find her if she's with Him. The relationship is very 'don't call us, we'll call you.'" He breathes deep, and tells himself that now is not a time for panic.

[Myitt]

"Hey...don't worry, Breek, man," Tara sighs.  "This is one hell of a day.  Bartender, I think you owe us a round on the house, f*ckhead."

The bartender watches Tara for a moment, quizzically, then turns and starts pouring a number of beers on tap from a black, unlabeled tap head. 

"That'd better be Sam," Tara growls.  The bartender shrugs and hands her a glass, which has the Samuel Adams beer logo stamped on it.  She glares at him, sips it and shrugs. 

The bartender leans over the bar and scribbles, "On the house.  Even though your friends are close to undoing everything."

Tara looks up at him.  The bartender stares back, putting away the notepad and picking up a glass.  Drying it.

Corliss looks between all three of them.  "Mad.  The lot of you."