"Hey, Reaper!" Didact shouted at Skin Taker. "You may not have
noticed, but we're kinda in battle? Wanna help?" He shouted. At the
same time, his HUD was analyzing Taker and throwing up all the
files that the Forerunner database had on him. Which was too few to
tell Didact anything remarkable.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
"I am using English, you bone-headed boffun." Galadriel
replied.
"I think he means you using Quenya for cursing? Colorful way of
using dragons, by the way." Entei responded. Galadriel growled, a
throaty, rough sound. Entei shut his mouth with no further
comments.
"Earth. By me, on orders from my superiors." Galadriel answered.
The hybrids were getting closer. Didact switched weapons to his
Scattershot. One after another hybrid disintegrated, but more kept
coming
Jorge was having a hard time bearing with the large amount of
enemies. His minigun was quickly running out of ammo. The spent
shells littered the floor around him.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
Skye muttered a curse under her breath and took out her whip,
keeping the hybrids at bay with it and her fire. Or at least, she
tried to. Nenya called out helpful hints. Galadriel muttered about
Feanor and started killing the hybrids, wand and swords in use.
Taker shook his head slowly. "Bone head. How original. Orders from
your superiors? Well I must thank you for it, as I was close to
meeting a fiery demise at the hands of pirates. Though you may have
missed your mark slightly, as I ended up floating in empty space
with your violent friend." He turned his head 180 degrees to look
at Didact. "I do apologize, but you seem to be handling this little
squabble quite well. I doubt you need my help. Now," he turned once
again. "Would you mind filling me on the situation? You must have
brought me here for something rather important, ey?" He then
noticed that they were becoming over run with monsters. "On second
though, for my own survival, I think I will help." He ran forward
into the beasts, which hardly noticed him. That was their last
mistake. A single slice with his blade removed the nearest
creatures whole hide, leaving it to bleed and die on the ground. It
continued like this, one slice, one skin. He brought down twenty
beasts in under a minute, before falling back to the others. All of
the skins had been safely transferred to his pocket dimension.
"My superior is perfectly aware of that fact, Skin Taker. And I did
not miss my mark - I intended to send you there to meet my
superior. The only marks I missed were Jorge and Skye." Galadriel
replied curtly. She was in no mood for a conversation as it was.
She nodded as Skye came over. "Penneth, let me look at your arm
again when I have finished with Taker." Skye nodded.
"Well I didn't see anyone else in the void. Only me and your over
aggressive metal man." He scratched his chin. "Then again, I didn't
stay very long." Taker glanced back at the battle, insuring that
everything was under control. Wouldn't want to be attacked while
having this delightful chat. "No need to be so frosty love.
After all, your the one who brought me here. I haven't even done
anything to you." "Yet"
"Wow. Annoying, much?" Didact asked, while Jorge finally regrouped
with the others. He looked at Taker and resisted the urge to punch
him one final time.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
"Careful what you think, Skin Taker." Galadriel warned. Skye joined
up with Didact, hearing the tail end of their conversation. "I know
what you mean." She said. "Apart from his apparent lack of
mannners, his name literally is his ability. He takes the skin of
others. And I don't like how he's interacting with Galadriel."
"Even in the Pokemon world, nobody is that obvious in flirting.
It's simply not done, save for a few examples..." Entei shook his
head. "I'm not Sure what to make of this." He admitted.
Quill heard the whole conversation, but kept his mouth shout.
Finally he said. "I actually like how this guy.. In a strange way
but anywho, the more allies we get, te better." Quill said as he
quickly reloaded his custom guns. He noticed he was running a
bit... Low. "Dammit, sooner or later I'll have to switch to close
range weaponry." Quill quickly pulled out his shield thy he had
scavenged from some apex mutated animal. He wondered what had
happened to them. Boomer used Boomburst and knocked a few hybrids
out. Lockehorn was wrestling with three at the same time. Giratina
was having some difficulties trusting Skin-Taker. Giratina grunted
at Taker.
Entei hushed Giratina. "Even if he hasn't been given the
translation spell by Galadriel, it doesn't mean we can be that
rude!" He muttered. Skye laughed.
"So..." Didact asked. "What now." He wasn't sure how he felt about
the Skin Taker. But that was probably because the files were mostly
Class 11 Black clearance, which Didact did not possess.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
"Now we figure whether or not Skin Taker here is an ally to us."
Skye stated matter-of-factly, not even bothering to mask her words
in Quenya or Sindarin. One thing was clear - she did not like Skin
Taker, and neither would she tolerate being in his presence more
than necessary.
(This is a small glimpse into the future... Sort of)
Annatar could feel it in his veins. His power was waning, while
Reigizer grew ever stronger each passing moment. And Galadriel and
Taker were not being cooperative. Damn. He had managed to blackmail
the Elders to help them, but the Valar? Entirely different matter.
That old man, Albus Dumbledore, had also agreed to help them. So
had his annoying 'Ministry'.
"Don't your files have anything on him?" Skye asked Didact,
frowning. "I thought your race was pretty much the most organized
or something." Her hand strayed to her whip, and her eyes glanced
at Taker. She shook her head. "He's creepy."
Taker eyed Skye. He was glad that at least one person was on his
side, but this could still go south on him at amy moment. "Now now
little miss, no need to be so judgmental. I have nothing better to
do at the moment, seeing as I can't go home. I might as well help
you. Besides, why would I want to side against such fine...
Recourses." A low chuckle escaped his clenched teeth. He turned his
head to face Giratina. Speaking directly to the creature in its
native tongue. "I understand your distrust, but I can assure you I
hold no ill will against you, or your fiery friend."
Galadriel shook her head as Skye opened her mouth. "No, I was not
aware of the fact that he could speak Pokemon. No, I did not cast a
translation spell on him." Galadriel said. Skye shut her mouth and
nodded dumbly, as if she were a bobble head doll.