Ossanlin nods to Claxter and smiles. <<All's fair in love and war...I believe that's what Myitt told me the humans say...a surprisingly accurate adage coming from humans. Any advantage at all...that's the name of the game...you have to take any advantage you can find, it's the only way to survive.>> Ossanlin nods and watches as Claxter moves toward the ship...he seems...interested. ..in the human-andalite female. Not surprising, but he would do well to remember that she wasn't an andalite and did not appreciate andalites much at all. He wouldn't say anything, not yet. Claxter seemed to have a head when he decided to use it. If things went too far, he would intervene. Everyone else seems to be focused on Terenia's ship. Ossanlin smiles and trots away casually...this was perfect, he had a chance now to preserve Mar's avatar.
As Ossanlin gets beyond sight of the group, he closes his eyes and his fur flashes quicksilver, his eyes glowing bright blue. He hadn't entered the timestream since being there with Mar...but simply stepping in and out was much simpler than reconnecting a life-thread...a small exposure shouldn't hurt him too much. He bends down and picks Mar's body up, using his tail to help support the weight, and focuses, time crystalizing around him until his body fazes into the nether stretches of the timestream.
Endless glowing threads of light pulse and flash...some snapping before his eyes only to be replaced by new ones splitting off and fissioning away from others. Time was of no meaning here...or of all meaning depending on how one looked at it. Ossanlin quickly weaves a small thread of energy...an anchor, to Mar's unconscious and unliving form...it would not decay here, nor suffer any ravage of time. It would be preserved. He ties the thread off to a point on his own timeline, just past...the past was much less mutable than the future, he would be able to find Mar's body again, even if he had to use old memories as a signpost.
Time itself seems to solidify around Mar's form and it becomes a part of the timestream...immort al and timeless...the process was easily reversed...well, by those who knew what they were doing it was. Ossanlin's mind flashes and he suddenly feels quite ill...this was not a place he could be for any length of time. He quickly opens the current thread of reality and dives back in, a point behind the bar crystalizing before his form appears within, the crystal appearing to melt into nothingness. Ossanlin shakes his head and regains his bearings...such a strange place, the timestream.
Ossanlin focuses again, his body reverting back to its traditional blue-furred form, his eyes continuing to glow just slightly. He trots back toward the group fixing the ship to check on the repairs...and to make sure this Keshin hadn't killed anyone...or Corliss burned a finger off or something. he notices Terenia on the boarding ramp and raises an eyebrow as she seems to avoid him. He sends her a private thought-speech...the tone of his thought is wry. <<We're not all arrogant, bigotted megalomaniacs you know.>> Ossanlin smiles a bit with his eyes. Maybe the humor would be lost, but the message was quite true.