Skye Prower

Don't blame Kintobor. Blame in insane Xorda. Seriously, all the alien races are utter, utter... ahem, I better not say it out loud. But I have a worrying feeling that if these aliens aren't the Black Arms, they're some cheep supermarket knock-off stand in.

Inside the vent, Skye struggled to to get his arm on front of his face to check his watch. "Okay, t-the bomb should g-go off in 3... 2... 1..."

"T-thanks Shadow. Y-you better g-get somewhere s-safe as well." Skye started squeezing through the vents, cursing as he went. "C-can't I h-have just one u-uneventful day? J-just one?"

"W-we can worry a-about t-that after i-it blows up. S-should I still g-get into the v-vent?"

(ooc; Don't get the rolls out just yet Locke.) "Uh.. I-it'll be a-a tight squeeze, b-but yeah. Wait, Hope's f-forcefield. W-we could u-use t-that!"

"I know e-exactly w-what I'm d-doing," replied Skye in a similar tone despite the stutter. Inside he was carefully prising the box open. "T-the question is w-whether I'll h-have enough time t-to d-disarm.... Huh, n-not a s-simple blue/red w-wire device. T-this i-is advanced s-stuff and the t-timer's almost out. T-time for plan B." Skye was silent for a few moments, then gave a panicked cry. "MY MAGIC I-ISN'T W-WORKING!"

The only thing visible of Skye outside the machine where his twin tails poking out the open hatch. "Okay, adding t-the l-last of t-the resister circuits OW!" Skye cursed under his breath as a screwdriver fell from his grasp. "T-there was p-power in that c-circuit. But w-we disconnected e-everything... unless..." Skye pulled himself further into the machine, to be greeted by a small box attached to the workings of the machine. A small light on it was blinking, slowing getting faster. "O-oh @%&"!" exclaimed Skye, grateful that Red wasn't around to hear. "Get H-Hope out o-of here," called Skye. "There's a-a bomb h-here. I'm g-gonna try t-to disarm it, o-or use magic t-to contain it i-if I c-can't."

"T-thanks." Skye looked at the plans. "Okay. T-this panel s-should be safe to o-open, then we c-can disconnect the b-battery and drain t-the c-capacitors. Then w-we can w-work on regulating t-the power flow t-through the m-main p-projector, which should s-solve the stability problems. A-albeit, l-limiting it's effectiveness, b-but it will give a s-safer base to develop from.

"O-okay. D-do you have the p-plan's handy? Otherwise, i-if I don't k-know what I'm d-doing... Oh, and s-some dark g-goggles c-could be handy."

"Oh, I-I recognise t-that warning t-too well. I c-could give you a h-hand with i-it if you w-want, but I'd u-understand if t-that w-wasn't allowed."

The eye's on Skye's face threatened to pop out as he surveyed the lab. "Whoa, t-this place is g-great. R-robot prototypes, t-teleportion e-experiments, energy p-projectors. Hey, wow. A forcefield u-using fire a-as a b-base? That's a-amazing. And t-this... Uh, o-okay, I d-don't have a c-clue what this is."

Skye face lit up. "That'd b-be great. I'd l-love to s-see w-what your working o-on. Heh, I p-promise not to t-turn evil a-and steal a-anything!"

"Oh! Heh heh. T-thank's. At l-least, I'll t-try to b-be."

Well, this looks like it's gonna be interesting. As for personal stories, I've no idea so will leave that in your hands.

Skye looked up a little confused. "Change o-of pace? W-what do y-you mean."

Skye suddenly became very interested in the pattern on the table. "Erm, n-no comment."

"A-actually, y-your Zone in g-general s-seems to have f-fewer magic u-users than Moebius. O-or maybe t-they j-just keep themselves m-more hidden." (ooc: Honestly I have no idea! Heh.. Oh well, maybe when breakfast is cooked enough the smell of the food will wake her then.)

(ooc: remember the trick Skye used. Get her awake with bacon!)

"Hmm." Skye rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I'm n-not sure it would work, but I could try a-and show y-you how. I d-don't know if a-anyone c-can w-work with m-magic through." (ooc: I don't know about Red, but Melody would sleep through an earthquake!)

"Really? H-huh, I quite l-like that stage m-myself, but I t-think I can u-understand why y-you w-wouldn't. And it m-might have s-something t-to do with t-the fact I c-can use m-my magic to conjure u-up scale m-mock-ups."

"Lab w-work most of t-the t-time? Work you h-have to d-do or w-work you w-want to do? As l-long as i-its the l-latter mostly"

Skye managed to choke down most of his laughter. "Heh, t-thank's Hope. I s-see what y-you mean. But I-I do hope the dynamic d-due there ain't t-the only e-entertainment y-you h-have h-here."

Skye covered his mouth with both hands, almost doubled up with the effort not to laugh. Not paying attention, he started slipping off his chair.

"Heh. W-well Auntie Rouge. D-does the p-palace match y-your expectations?"