Spectator Thread

[Gildarts]

Behemoth cocked his head, How silly, he thought to himself and turned his attention from the screen.

The Commander seemed defensive, but perhaps that was because of the prickles of danger that spiked the hair on his collar.

Behemoth wiggled his nose, adjusting the itchy mustache and nearly ripping it off. "Ah, I never said I liked the boy..." His voice trailed off with an intimidating menace. "Annoying you say? What a peculiar adjective to use... Are you not a fox?" He noticed a little shock painted on their faces, "Oh you see the screen? Yeah, looks like chances just got slim for anyone coming out of the Abyss unscathed. How amused Karl, but how very unoriginal..."

Karl wasn't in the room, however the game master's plan was something powerful enough to curse.

[Tearen Wover]

Nealaphh watched silently as the other two marines from the Abyss filed into the spectating area. The god-mind had come to accept that it wold likely be quite some time before Link emerged from where he was being reconstituted, so for the moment it resumed its task of observation and discovery. The Astartes' men all intrigued Nealaphh to a very profound degree, as it seemed their ideals ran very close to those that Nealaphh's Master promoted. While they were clearly highly trained and disciplined, they also relied a great deal on intuition and emotion to drive their actions. Nealaphh had a great appreciation for this kind of thing. Nealaphh considered walking over to them and initiating a conversation, when it felt a another spike in psychic activity within the room.

Looking around, the shadow tried to pinpoint just who it was that was emanating this sort of power. Several new people had entered, but Nealaphh had a hunch it was not any of the other space marines that were emitting this kind of resonance. No one in particular stuck out to Nealaphh, at least, no one who didn't also seem to be a prime. The might be an easier way to locate this source of psychic activity, though. The god-mind sent out a pulse of telepathic power expanding throughout the crowd. Only the most perceptive of minds would be able to detect such a touch upon their consciousness. As expected, Galel Baraz perked up and looked at Nealaphh for a moment as the pulse went out, but Nealaphh also saw a large man with a mustache freeze slightly as the wave hit him. This man was the third psychic here? He didn't look particularly impressive. Nealaphh narrowed his glowing green eyes and stalked closer to Behemoth, the shadow's aura of cold causing many a hair to stand up on the back of people's necks. Was mental power so common within the Omniverse? Nealaphh had anticipated that it was largely unique in this regard, but if so many other people had the capacity for psychic manipulation, Nealaphh would have to work harder on using its mental prowess to affect the Omniverse in ways that these mortal minds could not fathom...

[Gildarts]

Behemoth glowered with determination and he attempted to eavesdrop on Nealaphh's thoughts. However it seemed the Prime had sensed the mustache man's presence.

Behemoth didn't bother wasting an eye to simply look at Nealaphh, instead he gaged his judgement off of the other's in the room. Now there were three psykers in the room, and Behemoth didn't like the odds.

Nealaphh would have been able to quickly determine that Behemoth was not a Prime, no matter the amount of power emanating from his body, he still lacked any Omnilium coursing through his bulging veins. Behemoth didn't look like much, but it was always the scrawny ones who seemed to have the most tricks up their sleeve.

His reaction alone had left a question hanging in the air for Nealaphh to grasp should he wish to.

Behemoth was conversing with Daxter and the Commander when a ripple of energy brushed against his skin. The man's eyes flashed to the source of the sensation, locking on the shadow while still juggling the attention of the fox and his friends.

"My, my. Looks like I picked a champion, wouldn't you say? Too bad he doesn't much like the blood." Behemoth's eyes hadn't touched the screen that showed a bandaged man eviscerating a powerful ninja and his body was facing the red-furred creature, but from across the room, his eyes remained sharp on his target, sizing him up as someone who could be a dangerous toy to add to his collection. That, and the mustache never liked anyone who could pose a threat; as a master psychic, he liked to be in control, much like the Game Master pulling the strings of the puppets on the island.

Greedy eyes seethed, repulsed by his own territorial anger and compromised his not-so-effective pokerface. Who was this new friend?

[Tearen Wover]

Nealaphh kept its triple gaze fixed on Behemoth, the glowing green eyes narrowing ever so slightly. The air of malice hanging off of this man was palpable, but beyond that, his thoughts were guarded well. Nealaphh did not really play in to what it considered to be misplaced perceptions of good and evil, but it did know a predator when it saw one. The god-mind cast its gaze to the crowd around Behemoth for a second. What did he stand to gain from being here? Motivations were highly inscrutable within the Multiverse, and Nealaphh would be surprised if anyone would necessarily be able to guess why it itself was here. The shadow looked at the screen which Behemoth had been focused on, and watched as the contestant known as Gildarts went about mending the broken form of The Pink Enigma. From viewing the games thus far, Nealaphh was aware that Gildarts and The Pink Enigma jad a pre-existing relationship, and that the wizard was a follower of the girl known as Guu. Was this large man associated with this group as well?

Nealaphh wanted to inquire, but it did not necessarily want to immediately get into a contest of mental will with this man right now. Not that it was afraid that it would lose, per se, but it wanted to be able to keep a portion of its attention on keeping track of Link's emergence. As such, Nealaphh wrapped its thoughts around the mind of a young woman in a 'Guffy Co.' Tshirt that was currently walking near the god-mind. Her eyes glossed over, and as she paused mid-stride, her two female friends looked back over their shoulders.

"Millie, uh, what's up?" one of them asked, taking a sip of her iced coffee. Nealaphh bored through Millie's mind until it found a suitable response.

"I...want to place some more bets. You guys can...go to the movies ahead of me. There are gonna be...previews...anyway." the young lady said, her tone slightly stilted and distant. Her two friends looked at her with concerned faces. Nealaphh thought for a moment that they might be aware she was not speaking for herself, but its concerns were swiftly assuaged.

"Mils...you gotta go easy on this gambling."

"Yeah, are you even gonna have enough for your part of rent?"

Millie blinked slowly.

"It will be fine...Trish. I know what I'm doing."

The other two females sighed and began to walk away.

"Don't take as long as last time!" Trish called back. Once they were out of sight, Nealaphh turned Millie to face Behemoth, and spoke more fluently, now that it didn't have to keep up appearances. The god-mind was vaguely aware of the girl's trapped sentience screaming in fear within the supressed depths of her mind, but Nealaphh didn't pay it much mind. She would be unharmed once the god-mind released her.

"Who are you that ventures here? Do you owe allegiance to the one called Guu?" Millie asked, her fear-glazed eyes meeting Behemoth's own. Nealaphh did what it could to deactivate Millie's rigidity reflex, but there was no perfect fix for the mind-thrall's rod straight posture.

[Tartaros]

Tartaros shambled across the hallway, still chuckling after the affair with Ganondorf, and pushed his arm towards the large glass door labelled as the entrance to the "Observation Area". Looking at his reflection, it seemed Omni had kept his promise of immortality... his hand was intact, jaw unshattered, leg unbroken, and his armour as intact as it ever was, however that isn't saying much...

Walking into the room, it seemed rather sparsely populated, at least for such a publicized event. Only a few dozen people conversing amongst eachother while others were crowded around one of the many screens, obviously something was happening... Tartaros shuffled his way through the crowd, coming to the screen, with a most interesting sight. The youth, the battered man from the Nexus, lying dead, a bag wrapped tightly around his head... the marine quietly chuckled to himself and proceeded away from the glow of the screen, they'd all be fine in the end, after all... a little shaken, but fine in time...

Wandering across the floor for a while, the Luna Wolf came across a familiar stench... Okor no doubt, and the unmistakable teal sheen of the sorcerer's armour waving towards him. The remnants of the group mustn't have survived particularly long after the little brawl at the clinic after all it seems... Coming closer, his allies seemed to embroiled in conversation with another small group, in particular one curiously robed, err, being. Finally, the sorcerer spoke.

"Tartaros! Okor has something to occupy us!"

The marine's interest peaked, he finally turned towards the group.

"Ah... I see you lot didn't last long without me... Anyways, about this little "proposition" of yours...

[Gildarts]

Three Stormtroopers walked into a bar.

After a day of heckling their favorite victims in the Vastly Deep, the trio were ready for an ice cold beer. They waited for the foaming bubbles in their amber ale to quell before taking it to their lips.

Each brandished a nice looking mustache from the crescent of the flask and their eyes went up to the screen in the corner of the room.

"Hey, mind changing the channel? I wanna watch me some Black Widow on three-fifty-four." One said to the bartender.

"Haven't you heard?" A woman nearby butted in, disregarding the authoritative status of their masks. "The only thing on any of the channels is Dante's Abyss. It's the newest thing, people love it. I'm rooting for the one in the hat. He's stretchy." She winked and grabbed her freshly poured drink and departed back to her table.

"That's Karl's thing right?" One of the troopers spoke.

"Yessir," the bartender nodded, "Down to half of the competition now. You should tune in. Every time someone makes a kill, shots are on the house."

"Hah! Sweet! We chose the right time to take our vacation." Another of the trio spoke, "I'll be here all weekend!"

The once-leader looked up at the screen, "So, it's like a game right? Who is winning?"

"Well the red one is doing pretty well, but that little purple one has something up her sleeve, I'm sure of it!"

"What about him?" The Trooper pointed to the screen, that showed the back of a Prime's head as he made a killing blow.

The leader took another swig of of his ale as his disinterested eyes wandered to the screen. With a choke and a Ack! sound from his throat, streams of beer dribbled on the front of his mask but underneath, creasing the man's visage was an expression of utter shock.

Before he could muster the words, his underling mentioned, "Ayy boss, didn' ya say we got that guy and sent him to the 'Down?"

His jaw eventually snapped shut as he recovered from the animated spit-take.

"This only means.. That the bastard escaped."

...

Martha was washing dishes as her hands went to the remote. Costa Del Sol had been peaceful since those three Stormtroopers hadn't returned, and she owed if all to her caped hero. The Prime was now on the screen in her kitchen, and she was rooting for him while she stirred the foot in her sizzling frying pan.

"Gildarts, I want you to make it out alive, and I know you can do this."

Billy strolled in, whisking a tune as he flipped his baseball cap backwards, the visor covered his neck and a tuft of his hair shot from a hole on his forehead. "Martha is he on?! Is he on?!" The boy jumped up and down and saw instead a gruesome scene of murder, which Gildarts was no where to be found.

"Not yet." She muttered, wiping a dish clean and pouring the food onto their plates.

"Aw man..."

"It's alright, he'll make another appearance soon enough. Karl wouldn't leave out his star player, now would he?"

...

The Trolls of the Frozen Fields were watching updates on their cellphone, and jeering as they called out names of the fallen and of those 'worthy enough to be a troll' as well as those who were ruthless enough earned an honorary mention in the troll bar.

"Grandpa, Grandpa!" A young troll shouted from another troll's shoulders. "It's that man! His face is on the screen. They call it, Dante's Abyss."

...

A mysterious Pirate lifted a brow as he looked to the sky. A large broadcast had been made across the stars and the ripple of waves cascaded underneath the boat's bow.

It was the eve of morning and the pirate showed little expression as he squinted to see past the flickering image projected by lasers, and could only occasionally glimpse at the stars.

Dissatisfied, the Captain disappeared below deck.


...

In the hollowed wafting winds of the drifting sandy dunes, a pair of spurs clinked on the ground of a shallow cave.

"Who's winning?" A voice called from the darkness.

"None of your business." A shadowed figure called back, unamused and raised his revolver.

"C'mon this is the first interesting thing that has happened for ten years.."

"Tch. Fine." The man showed little mercy but relented. "No one, yet."

Action continued as the numbers depleted and the curious voice echoed with curiosity, "What's happening?"

"No funny business." The man warned.

"I wouldn't dream of it." The voice hinted at amusement of the pistoled man's fear.

"Well, alright..." A portable screen illuminated the cavern and showed a gold plated Prime in the midst of battle.

"Haha, hey!" A smile grew on his face, still covered in shadow, "That one looks like me, don't you think?"

"Hmph. Don't flatter yourself, this man is King of the Dunes!"

"You forget... So was I."

[Okor]

Okor's rotting arms slapped down on the power packs of his brothers, as he began to shamble towards the cybernetic exit gate. "I will explain all... in time, my brothers. But for now, there are too many ears, and too many... receptive minds." He nodded towards the cloaked figure of Nealaphh, the three glowing eyes underneath its hood turning to watch the trio depart. He quickly filled his thoughts with chants of devotion to Nurgle, attempting to drive away any potential psychic prodding. He distrusted those immersed in the shifting tides of the warp, present company excluded, of course. He released his limbs from his brothers, as they stood at the precipice of the portal, the electronics buzzing, whirring, and beeping as they maintained the gateway. A wall of shimmering light greeted the Marines, obscuring what laid on the other side.

Coruscant. Home of some imposter Emperor, loyalist lapdogs, and their objective.

Grinning, Okor strode into the portal, ripples emanating from his rapidly disappearing form, as he entered a brand new world. One of greed, corruption, law, and a thin veneer of order. Not far behind him were the Wolf and the Son, walking confidently behind their decaying brother.

[Jak Mar]

Jak got up and stretched after a while...

It was...strange to say he was alive again... but then again it was a long story...

Jak with Daxter and Torn were cautious and walked into the Pre-show booth and sat down, the Commander turned to Jak and blinked "This guy... he was strange... he had a mustache... and he gives me the chills for some reason.

Daxter nodded "Yeah, Jak... that guy over there, he's cheerin' for some guy named Gildarts... Have you seen him out there?"

Jak shook his head "I haven't met a guy like that, no... But what does this guy want?[/color]

Torn frowned "How the hell would i know? His intentions could be different than what those feelings he's giving out there.."

Jak looked up at the tv screen and crossed his arms. "Is this...Gildarts worth watching...?"

[Tearen Wover]

The mustached psychic did not respond to Nealaphh's mind-thrall, which confused the shadow. Was this man not aware of the possibility that a god-mind such as itself could easily grasp hold of the sort of weak minds to be found in this wretched den of capitalism and dehumanization? Millie opened her mouth to speak a few more forced words, but a pause came when Nealaphh caught a flash of green out of the corner of its eye. The god-mind looked into the crowd of swarming people, trying to see if The Hero of Time had finally emerged from wherever it was that the dead contestants were reconstituted? There were too many people in the way...Nealaphh couldn't afford to focus on keeping this Millie girl's mind captive any longer. As easily as the god-mind had captured the writhing consciousness, the girl would suddenly find her mind and body released. Her chilled drink fell to the ground with a sharp splash, and the young woman abruptly ran away from where she had been held, trying to hold back tears of panic. Honestly, Nealaphh couldn't understand why someone would need to feel so aggravated by a simple intrusion of their motor functions. It wasn't as if the god-mind had damaged her in any way whatsoever. Regardless, the shadow kept it's triple gaze focused on the crowd.

There, near the portal door. The Hylian's eyes swiftly met Nealaphh's own otherworldly gaze, and the pair paused for a moment. Link, being the warrior he was, immediately began sizing the god-mind up as a potential threat. Nealaphh could tell this by the way his clear blue eyes flitted over the shadow's glimmering, black body. Nealaphh, unwilling to let his quarry escape, slowly approached the Hero of Time, and sent a gentle tap over to the Hylian knight's consciousness. Link maintained a wary stance, however, and slowly began to palm the hilt of his cherished Master Sword. Worried that the Hero might decide to flee, Nealaphh began to try and feed images from the Ashen Steppes to Link's defensive mind. The three-pronged symbol of the Gorons, and the bulk of Darunia's smiling face. Nealaphh maintained its slow approach, making no moves at all aside from its measured strides. The Hero's posture was not relaxing, but a faint glimmer of interest graced his otherwise staunch features. The god-mind attempted to speak into Link's mind, but it would be difficult with how wary the boy was.

Be at peace, Hero of Time. I come on behalf of Darunia, of the Gorons. We seek your aid...

[Guu]

Continued from DA

Guu appeared in the lobby where she was suddenly was standing amongst a bunch of employees, hard at task at whatever they were doing and paying no attention to the scorched little girl wearing nothing but her underwear. She was at first confused at the odd nonchalant nature of the other people there but she figured nothing could surprise them anymore.

She felt around her neck to see if the collar was still there and was relieved to see it suddenly missing. With a flash of her magic, a new set of clothing appeared on her body. She could feel it rubbing a bit against her burn wounds, which only reminded her that the trip didn’t fix her up at all.

She reached into her stomach and searched around for her phone, which it finally dawned on her.

“Dammit, I had it in my bag.” She said aggravated.

Focusing, she thought about her phone, how it had all her contacts on it, particularly Sylvia’s number. The familiar ball of light appeared in front of her, and formed a phone in her hands. She pressed through the apps and onto the contact list. With a breath of relief, all of them were there.

She hit the contact “Sylvia Black” which started to ring her. A voice quickly picked up on the other end.

“Guu?” She said. “I saw you leave DA, I’ll meet you at the Tangled Gate!”

Great. She hoped the people of Ambrosia didn’t get to see her opting out like that. Would they see less of her because of that? She didn’t like the idea. She needed to prepare herself for this.

“Actually, might want to give me a few hours. Allow my burns some time to heal. Prime magic and stuff…” She said, blurting out the first excuse she could think of.

“Ok, well just call me when you are ready go home. I could be down there in 20 minutes as soon as you’re good.”

“Alright. See ya then.”

With that, Guu slid a finger across the screen, ending the call.

She made her way to the spectator area where she took a seat amongst the many rows in front of the screens that displayed the many competitors. She focused herself towards healing.


---


And hour or so later, she jolted awake. She immediately checked her wounds, which had made slightly more progress in healing. She was used to her OM going off in her sleep, that was how most of her powers came back to her… at least that was her theory, she wouldn’t know, she was asleep at the time.

She got up to look more closely at the screens, curious on how everyone was doing. She saw one green guy, Mickey Mouse, Doom Guy still in the running… however, her heart skipped a beat when she saw a familiar demon girl. She was sobbing her eyes out over something. Guu wished she were there to comfort her, to be with her, a factor that was impossible now. Suddenly, a wave of regret came over her as she motioned to sit back down and stew in her thoughts.

“I’m sorry Desco…”

[Gildarts]

Millie had asked the mustached man if he was associated with the child he had seen on the screen, but honestly, he hadn't identified her as anyone he found to be of high beaurocracy.

"My... Allegiance?" Hatred seethed as the spice of malice was palpable in the sweating anger that poured from his face. He detested authority, corruption, conformity, and any suggestion of it just pushed his buttons.

Meanwhile, someone from the television had appeared in the room. It was the ones the two he had spoken to had been rooting for. Ah, that's a shame. Behemoth thought with a "Tsk."

...

Behemoth was reminded of the girl's still-presence by the clattering of glass, which broke in sharp shards beneath his toes and splashed fluid on his black shoes. The drink had soaked into his socks and made them squishy to step, yet the Secondary merely shrugged off the sensation and fixed his eyes on the man who had caused this. It could have been perceived as an attack, or a challenge, however the man went with the notion that women were feeble creatures and perhaps Millie was just having a rough week.

He gave the green eyed man an 'I saw it was you' accusatory tilt of his chin, before narrowing his eyes and thinking about Karl, his Prime's odds, and the one bleak solution to the game: Death.

While Behemoth was not clumsy, the glue that had held the fake furbrow to his lip had fallen and came loose with the shattered glass. To cover this up, he sneezed, but made no effort to strain into the many witnesses minds, at least for the time being.

Yet another TV contestant had arrived in the room, by now, Behemoth's bone-chilling had been turned down a bit. He had gone from a phantom to a mere shadow of an apparition.

The girl seemed to be recovering from her still wounds, yet Behemoth distinctly recalled the youth's interaction with his number one competitor. He took another glance at the screen, that showed different faces of those who still remained. The mustache-less Behemoth weighed his options and decided it might be fun to go have a talk with the girl. As he approached, he sat next to her with a snickering smile, yet turned his glance toward her, only to find her asleep.

He was beginning to think it dull, however he figured after bloodbath island she deserved a good rest, and that was when he was surprised to see her suddenly crying. He had zoned out for a good portion of the hour, doing strange calculations in his head, and suddenly the child's sorrow had pulled him from his mindnumbing numbers. He thumbed through his own thoughts and considered quelling the girl's tears, for even monsters had a weakness for young children who had enough courage to join such a ruthless show; he realized he could change her memories, but he could not change the feeling behind her tears.

[Victor Wolfe]

Wandering into the spectator zone Wolfe noticed a few other people sticking around, he wondered how many of them had been on the island, and if any had seen what he had accomplished. Something else caught his attention more, it looked like a stall but it was selling, merchandise ?

Victor walked over and examined to products on sale, the biggest selling items appeared to be miniature figures of the highest ranking combatants, there was a heavily armoured humanoid with what appeared to be a canon on there hand, wolfe pressed the button on the figurine and the armour disappeared to reveal a blonde woman,"that person was female? That armour really hides a lot" Wolfe thought to himself.

There were also figures of many of the people he had met, from the red mercenary and blue shinobi to Jon Snow and Gilgamesh, all with various forms of interactivity, most with voice recorded quotes.

There were also T-shirts in all shapes and sizes clearly made to fit almost anyone that came to view the games, There was one with a anthropomorphic mouse with the line " Its a small island after all", Wolfe felt like many of the references were lost on him, for example from what he could gather from the T-shirts with Jon Snow on them was that he had an obsession with what season was next and also lacked information on everything.

There were also shirts for all of the teams that had formed from the pink and cute looking team Ambrosia shirt, with the group he had run into before he died, all smiling happily the cuteness almost made him vomit, How one of them had managed to get the upper hand on him he would never know.

The New babylon shirt however was a sight to behold, With Gilgamesh, Jon Snow , the Shinobi, Seraph, and Wolfe all the members in Dante's abyss who had pledged loyalty to Gilgamesh at one point or another, it was bright gold and gave of the feeling of royalty and badassery at the same time.

Victor spotted a sight that brought joy to his jaded soul, a Victor Wolfe shirt, it was pitch black just like the clothing he normally wore and had both his daggers forming an X with the syringe containing the banishment serum glowing purple, this was what Wolfe needed in his life, he purchased the shirt immediately and put it on, it fit his form perfectly, it was as if he was born to wear this shirt.

Looking at the other merchandise in his section he noticed a poster with himself and an injured Jon Snow with the tagline " Victor Wolfe, part time white mage" , the thought made him laugh a little. It was true that saving lives was not normally his line of work but desperate times called for desperate measures.

One of the other sections labeled the ambrosia section had many other accessories, one being a straw hat, it looked kind of childish yet cool at the same time giving off a feeling of authority, something no straw hat should be able to do ever. a plush of a small girl sitting on what appeared to be the most adorable abomination ever.

What caught his attention most however was a toy of one of the members of Ambrosia, the pink haired girl that had the shield on the island, Wolfe pushed the toy with his finger and it started swaying, this was preceded my tropical music playing, the toy looked like it was danceing, never had something so simplistic been so entertaining, every time the music stopped Wolfe pushed the toy again, he almost laughed at the happy expression on the face of the toy, it was something simple and happy, just what he needed to get his mind off the events that had transpired on the island, because no matter how much training you go through, killing and having people around you killed still takes some metal strain.

[Jak Mar]

Meanwhile, someone from the television had appeared in the room. It was the ones the two he had spoken to had been rooting for. Ah, that's a shame. Behemoth thought with a "Tsk."

Jak noticed the strange man with the now apparent fake mustache talking to a small, female child but he was still trying to listen to what Jak and the others were saying. Jak was thinking about the battles in DA and who that red man with the spandex on... He'd find that guy eventually, perhaps fight him another day...

The man named Behemoth heard Jak's thoughts in his head and heard the whole conversation about Deadpool, the man who had killed him and how annoyed Jak was about the whole fight..

Jak's head moved over to Behemoth as he said what Jak was thinking "You are thinking about Deadpool and the Da battles before, right?"

The man was shocked to hear everything he was thinking "How do you know about my Da battles?

Behemoth said "It's broadcast all over the Omniverse, we all saw your death."

Jak growled and frowned "I don't need to be reminded of that..."

[Tearen Wover]

Millie clutched her head as the rode the slow escalator to the top level of the Dante's Abyss Lobby. What had happened back there? She had known that the Omniverse could be a dangerous place, but she had also always been told that as long as she stayed in large crowds and out of the shadier places of the Omniverse, she would be fine. She had gone her entire life on Costa Del Sol without ever having seen a prime, but it seemed as though, just a few seconds ago she had...become one? But it wasn't right....she didn't have control of herself. It was if a giant heavy blanket had fallen over her mind, and she couldn't get out from under it.

When her friends had brought up the idea of visiting Dante's Abyss a week ago, she had been excited to go an potentially see some real life primes up close and personal. Before the games had started she was even able to gawk at her biggest prime crush, Gilgamesh, before they had all been shuffled into the barracks. Now...now it seemed like a bad idea. Millie looked back down at the Lobby floor at all the people milling about, and one in particular stood out. It was a figure robed in black, and it had...three eyes? One was out of place, giving it a very creepy appearance. The young woman couldn't understand why, but she felt some sort of connection with this figure.

Suddenly, it felt as though her guts fell out of her abdomen. She clutched her head harder and suppressed retching up her iced coffee. Oh Omni...what was happening to her? Millie began to emit a low, pained groan, and slowly sank to the cool metal floor of the escalator. Inside she was screaming again, but her body wouldn't move. Outside, people were talking to her...

"Hey! Hey are you okay!" an older man asked. He bent down and clasped her hand, slowly helping Millie to her feet. A strange, distant look came over Millie's face, and she suddenly stood up straight, her eyes snapping down to a large man on the floor far below.

"Yes. I am fine." she said in a flat tone. Without a moment of further hesitation, Millie began walking down the upwards moving escalator with a purposeful look on her face. Upon reaching the Lobby floor, she once again moved next to Behemoth and the long-eared man he was talking to. The mind that now occupied her thoughts attempted to find a way into the conversation.

"Hi Jak!" the young woman said, her tone exuberant yet slightly...off.

"I am such a fan! I had a lot of money on you and your ears making it farther!" Millie said, beaming at the Mar man...

[Jak Mar]

Jak blinked, a woman had suddenly busted into their conversation and he raised his eyebrow. The man looked at the woman with a eyebrow raised "How... do you know my .. Oh.-

He blinked and said "So..you're..a fan?" "Good to have fans...around... Want a autograph?"

Daxter on his shoulder was staring at Jak "What about me, lady? I helped Jak!"

Jak looked at the lady and quietly raised a eyebrow again "Lady, you feeling alright?"

[Jack Frost]

Jack Frost reached at the screen, begging to be back there with his friend. He felt weird being on the outside looking in. He had nightmares. He wanted to help. Retane was still there and was making a name for himself. The Guardian slammed Savior against the the concrete and it created a then sheet of ice on the floor. Jack was mad and upset. If he was there... Retane wouldn't be losing himself to the Abyss. That was what The namek had always called it, the Abyss.

He saw a wink at the camera as the namekian looked his way and mouthed, 'This one is for you kid..."

Jack took a step back, and shook his head. ad he just imagined it? Or had the namek just reached out to him. The Guardian laughed trying to shake it off. He tore himself away from the television and looked to the Tangled Greens Portal. THe best Jack could do now was hope the Leader of the Horsemen did his best, but it was time to go home and make sure he would be ready to meet his friend there.

Jack looked back at the screen and muttered, "I'm sorry I'm not there.... But I'll see you where our destination shall lead us, my friend... I'm sorry I did that... But I had to..."

[Guu]

“Having fun?”

Victor leapt at the sound of that bored voice as he jolted his head around. There stood the pink-haired girl, standing in the aisle, staring him down intently. She cocked her head at him, arms crossed at the bewildered man.

“Ya ganna answer my question?”

Victor straightened himself out and faced the little child with some level of professionalism and grace.

“I was just enjoying one of your products.” He answered politely. “Is that a crime?”

“No, but it makes you look ridiculous when you do it in public.”

“Well I…” He was kind of at a loss for words. This child kind of got him with that one. He searched for an answer that would cover his ass. “I didn’t know I was in someone’s presence! I mean, there isn’t even a store clerk here.”

“Well, to be fair no point having clerks when everything’s free.” She stated plainly. She moved over and stretched an arm stub to grab one of the Hula Guus and brought it up to her face to look it over. She plops it into her mouth and swallows it with one gulp.

Victor’s dumbfoundedness was showing again. He desperately searched for something to break the air of awkwardness.

“So you come around here often?” He said, already realizing how stupid that line was. She looked up at him, staring him in the eyes for an awfully long time.

“Are you coming on to me?” She asked casually. Victor reacts flustered at the accusation.

“Wha?! No! I wasn’t! That’s not what I!” He couldn’t even spit out a proper sentence before she wrapped an arm around his neck and dragged him out of the store.

“We can continue our date in the food court, lover boy.”

“Please, that’s not what I meant!”

But his complaints were met with deaf ears.

[Tearen Wover]

The mind-thrall watched in slight consternation as the prime known as Delsin Rowe pulled Jak away from her attempts at starting a conversation. That left her standing, alone, with the psychic man to her left. This was less than ideal, but it would still suffice for her purposes. Thrall Millie turned to Behemoth with a dark glint in her eye, and was about to speak when she caught a flash of pink out of the corner of her eye.

The Pink Enigma. She is here.

Not bothering to waste another second, Thrall Millie walked away from Behemoth with a stiff gait, following Guu and Victor into the food-court...

Meanwhile, deep inside the crevices of Millie's true mind, she watched, like a helpless passenger, as once again control of her body was taken from her. She didn't quite understand what was happening, still, and she strained her inner consciousness to try and remember what had been going on last time she had felt this way...but she couldn't remember anything.

Strange sights filled the young woman's mental vision. Sights of stars and green clouds of gas. She sort of could recognize some of the objects, but others were beyond her ken. Trisha and Ordei...they would be worried about her by now. She vaguely remembered them walking away from her to go to the movie they had all wanted to see. Hadn't they realized there was something wrong with her?

Millie had no way of expressing emotion when sealed inside her own mind. It felt like she wanted to cry, but it was like the tears wouldn't come. It felt like her eyes ached, but there was no release. Breathing was also gone, and any sense of touch. Maybe...maybe she could fight this. Millie tried to thrash and scream, fight against the oppressive weight of whatever else in her head. Was this what crazy people felt like? Had she gone crazy?

...no answer. When was this going to end...?

[Victor Wolfe]

Victor decided to allow this intriguing little girl to drag him, the other people wandering around the spectator zone could wait, he wanted to learn more about this girl and find out why she had decided to compete in such a brutal game to begin with.

She also surprised Wolfe in that no matter what he said she found a way to throw him off and control the pace off the conversation,he was supposed to be the suave polite gentleman, this was not something he had prepared for when talking to what appeared to be a little girl.

The Cafeteria was quiet with a few spectators finishing off their meals, looked like they had caught it after the rush, just the way Victor liked it, not to hectic thus still allowing for conversation. The food smelt great, although Victor had been eating those gross MRE's so anything that was properly cooked would likely taste like a delicacy.

The girl walked silent all the way to the food court , Wolfe would not mind this as much if it was not for the fact it felt really uncomfortable, how such a little girl could create such a scary atmosphere just by walking with a bored expression on her face was beyond Victor, all he knew was he had to do something to break the silence.

"So, what is your name?" Wolfe said hesitantly. Guu stopped walking and with a slight sarcastic smile said " shouldn't you have asked that before you started flirting with me, lover boy?", Victor walked straight into it, he was taken aback , no one this young should make him this flustered. " I did not flirt with you! Maybe wait eight or ten more years!" Victor almost yelled, whilst he was trying to compose himself Guu let out a small laugh " heh, I am just messing with ya, my name is Guu" Victor sighed." nice to meet you , my name is Victor Wolfe, I am in, the funeral industry" Victor lied, no need to scare the girl, she was still a child after all, no matter how sharp she was.

They walked towards the counter taking in the scent of the food, Guu keeping the same facial expression, Wolfe almost drooling at the glorious aromas that were leaking out from the buffet, it had so many dishes classics , and new meals that he had never seen before, it all looked amazing.

Wolfe took six large and thick slices of ham, and a large spoon-full of green peas and two full baked potatoes, it looked like a glorious meal and to top it off he smothered it all in gravy, the brown liquid gave off an intoxicating aroma, his stomach rumbled and he could not wait to eat. He looked over to see what Guu had picked out to eat and noticed something wrong with the scene in front of him.

The girl that had dragged him here had a massive amount of food on her plate in the form of a entire turkey , Wolfe decided the best course of action was not to mention it, if zombies can talk then little girls can eat entire turkeys he decided that rather than stressing out about it he would just accept it.

Walking over to the nearest table Victor decided to enjoy the meal, slowly cutting it with his knife and eating it with the fork, leaving no mess, observing all the etiquette he had been taught. That was until he saw Guu pick up the tray just to eat everything including the tray itself in one bite her mouth expanding to easily swallow it all.

Wolfe was freaking out a little on the inside, if she could swallow something that big then it would not be that much of a stretch for her to swallow an entire person.

Guu must have decided that the turkey was not to her liking as she regurgitated it back and put it back where she found it, Wolfe watched in horror wondering what black magic was at work, he decided he would definitely try and stay on her good side.

" So, why did such a young girl decide to join such a brutal event ?" Victor was eager to find out.

[Tearen Wover]

The enthralled Millie walked with steady steps around the perimeter of the food court, watching as Victor Wolfe and Guu retrieved sustenance for themselves. The parasite mind was willing to be very patient, but it was aware that its host was trying to wrench herself free of its influence. A struggle in vain, naturally, but there was not a complete lack of interference from the secondary's true mind. Thrall Millie couldn't help but twitch or tick every so often, and muttered strange, slurred words as the girl tried to shout for help from within her own body.

When Guu and her date finally took a seat, the Mind Thrall walked towards them steadily, so as to not raise suspicion. Hovering just outside of their range of casual perception, Thrall Millie craned her head to try and overhear their conversation. It was difficult with the abundance of ambient noise within the cavernous food court. There wasn't much information to be gleaned; the Thrall Mind would have to interact directly.

With slightly halting steps, Thrall Millie half staggered towards the dining pair, a somewhat out of place grin forced on to her face. Once she was within a few feet, both Guu and Victor eyed her warily before the thrall spoke.

"Oh hey wow! It's Guu! And Victor too! Sorry, I mean...the Banisher!" Millie said pointing towards Victor's shirt with a strained finger.

"I watched everything Guffy Co. did. You guys were amazing! Too bad about that one Easter Egg..." Millie said trailing off. He head suddenly involuntarily moved to the side, and her neck muscles bulged. When she turned back to face the two primes, it looked as if...there were tears in her eyes?

"I've always wondered, Pi-uh-Guu...how are you able to bend and morph like that?" the Mind Thrall asked. It was trying to avoid being too direct in its task of unveiling Guu's true nature, but it also had to hurry things along before Millie was able to disrupt its operation too much...