Skye Prower

"Well, uh... I may have relocated... a bit of the treasury of Castle Acorn..." said Miles. "Just in case things went south with my plans. It should be enough, well, easily enough..."

"Well, I uh... Back on Moebius... I do have some stashes of resources hidden away. Maybe we could..." began Miles.

"We could..." began Miles slowly and hesitantly, "We could look for somewhere else to stay on the island... Close enough so I could still hang out with Anna, if she wants to. But far enough away so you don't have the Brotherhood peering over your shoulder."

"Yeah. We better find something else to do so you have an excuse not to return to Haven for a while," teased Miles.

*starts crying to. Hugs onto Fluffy* I-I k-know I-I'm r-real. I-I'm j-just n-not w-who I-I t-thought I-I w-was.... *looks up at Dylan* F-for starters, y-you w-were r-right a-about c-chameleon g-genetics.

"Don't worry, all you need to do is read the words, and the the power. I can supply it, but as I'm part of the ritual I might not be able to focus enough to shape the magic properly." As he spoke Skye was rummaging across the desks, looking for something. -------------- "No, no! It's not your fault. Don't apologise Zamy," said Miles. "I'm the one who brought up Skye and Melody after all."

(ooc: i'm really not getting what you're meaning by beachball here!) I'm... I'm a clone... A copy of the real Skye. But with... stuff added on...

(ooc: Okay. Goodnight)

Miles sighed. "Let's talk about something else. This is making me introspective and I don't like that."

(ooc: Science it is then.) *legs gives way. Slumps to the ground.* I'm... I'm..... *tears appear* I'm not Skye

"Are you sure Skye?" asked Melody. "Yeah. I'm not sure how time affects souls so I'd rather not risk it. Though, uh, with me being part of the ritual this could be tricky....." Skye turned to Dylan. "Want to try your hand at some magic?"

(ooc: someone toss a coin....)

"I think I'm going to need to to that power copying ritual again, to make Melody immune to changes in the timeline," said Skye. --------- "Or the wrong ones..." said Miles quietly.

"Pleased t-to meet you S-sarla," said Skye. "We're, uh, n-not from a-around here. I d-don't think w-we're e-even f-from this w-world. T-there was s-someone from this w-world w-with us, b-but he w-went to f-find s-some t-to help m-my hurt friend, as did some else f-from our w-world" Skye explained.

Heh, well done! 44 is happy to find 35

"Yeah. First it's being corrected to account for the genetic differences, then its fading because, well, we shouldn't exist anymore cause I doubt Mother and Father are gonna end up together," explained Skye. -------------- "I don't blame them. It's just a little surprising that they're being... honest. And not acting."

"I dunno. It's as if..." Skye slapped his forehead with his palm. "Of course. Melody, how are you protected from paradoxes and changes in time?" he asked. "This band I'm wearing," said Melody, showing the band on her arm. "Father stole the plans from Boomer. He said it'd be safe if we wore them."

Skye almost jumped when the beachball spoke, but was able to grab one of his tails, calming down. "Okay, n-no awwwing. Er, I'm Skye, a-and this i-is Fluffy. W-what's your n-name?"

T-this.... this c-can't be r-right.... (ooc: Magic or Science? Do I resurrect the Dark Gaia idea, that Skye has a minor element of it giving him limited shape-shifting stuff, or go for a super-science idea. Or anyone got a better idea.)

"It sounds almost as if they've gone around brainwashing all of them... Oh, I'm back to that idea..." said Miles

(ooc: If you want to play the pokemon go for it. Though, uh, do you know a handy wiki or something to look them up when the appear, cause I've no idea what a Sylveon is! :P ) Skye's hands shook hard, clutching at the air as Fluffy was holding both of his tails, meaning he was unable to grasp one. He voice was shaking even worse due to not having his 'comfort blanket'. "U-u-uh, h-h-hello. W-w-what.... w-w-who a-a-are y-y-you?"

"I don't see how they could have been my kids then," said Miles, half-jokingly, half-seriously.

*almost topples over* Hold on. I'm... I-I'm just t-trying to m-make sense o-of it.

(ooc: Gah! Need to think of something! Anything! Uh....) Please F-fluffy. I c-can t-teach you to r-read later.

"Take a look," said Skye, stepping away from the scope. If Dylan looked through, he'd see the blood seemed to flicker then alter very slightly. Before beging to fade away. Skye glanced at the syringe, to see the blood in that was also starting to fade.