Warring Parrellels

[Frisk E. Coyote]

Goro gave Drake a disdainful look, but refrained from doing anything. He was well aware of a Psychic's abilities, and their prowess with minds. He however, hated getting a mental probe, or what Haxx called a 'data scan'. It was like someone had walked deep into his mind without his permission, passing rows and rows of information, each row representing a year of his life, all the way to his childhood. He was angry, and felt somewhat violated, as he had had no say against sharing all his personal experiences, good and bad, all his secrets, to the mentalist. He only hoped his mind was a little too much for the human to handle. Maybe he had only glimpsed the things he did on instinct, like draw a sword, calculate and make a swing, the thousands of moves he could perform- things that weren't personal that he valued more.

"I did not name my swords." The raptor replied simply, keeping himself calm. Zen. If he focused on a different aspect of this conversation, the obvious wouldn't be too bad. "A sword is born with no name. They do not receive their names from their masters, or their makers, but from the ones they cut." He explained, patting the hilt of Wargod Stylus lightly. "I carve their reputation on flesh or stone, and my victims or onlookers give them names. It's as simple as that."

"HOW DID YOU KNOW MY NAME!?" Frisk clutched his ears, his eyes bugged out. "It's like you're psychic!"

"-He is." Goro stated.

"Oh yeah! Forgot... silly me!" The little toon stuck his tongue out at himself and grinned apologetically.

Haxx returned just in time to catch Drake's laughing fit. "Uh... what'd I miss?" He blinked, then snorted and tossed a pile of books in front of Kail. His camouflage pants had been burned off in the flames, so he was once again naked, and comfortable. "These were all I could find. Were these what you were looking for, human?" He asked, crouching down and picking one of the dusty books up, flipping through the pages. "Gibberish. I wonder how much they're worth?" He scratched his chin.

Goro pointed at Frisk, then at the sacks.

Frisk had his arm around Drake's neck and was laughing along with him. He didn't know what was so funny, but it was contagious!

"FRISK!!" Haxx snarled, startling the coyote before he was picked up by the scruff of his neck and shaken violently, his eyes becoming dizzy spirals. "Five minutes. WE LEAVE FOR FIVE MINUTES. They were UNCONSCIOUS. Losing them is PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE."

"I'm one Diz E Coyote..." Frisk groaned, swaying a little. This only caused Haxx to tuck his hands under Frisk's arms and shake him some more. "Alright alright alright!" The coyote wailed, and the shaking stopped. "Well... when you guys left, I got bored, and the humans were in a naughty position, so I moved them, then I cleaned them up, and put them in dresses, and we had a tea party- and one thing lead to another and..."

The coyote went on and on for about five minutes, touching on all the ridiculous things couldn't have possibly happened while they were away.

"-And that is why girls can't put mascara on with their mouths closed." Frisk ended his explanation on a cheery note. Goro and Haxx looked at him with blank expressions. "...And they lived happily ever after?"

"Oh..." Haxx nodded his head understandingly. "If they all lived happily ever after, then it's oka- LIKE HELL IT IS!!" The digital creature pinned the coyote down on the ground and meant to just punch him repeatedly, but a dust cloud rose up and the air was filled with cartoonish sounds of violence. Including bonk, bam, bamf, wham, whomp, klonk, kablam, and many other animated texts.

"This is my fault." Goro told Kole. "Had I returned sooner, this probably would not have happened. We're down to two humans. Perhaps we should cut our losses and leave before we lose both of them and gain a potted plant or something."