Triviis

Chopper pulled his hat over his eyes, blushing. The little animal was never able to take a complement. "S-stupid human. You saying I did well doesn't makes me happy at all!" His huge grin told otherwise. "Stupid human." He held himself back form doing a little dance. He slowly moved his hat back to where it was supposed to go. He thought for a moment. In the world Chopper lives in zombies were raised by someone's power, but he doubted that's how his creature came to be.

This creature was also much different from the ones in his home. The ones he was used to were rather weak and friendly, and enjoyed a good dance by moonlight. They were also rather sentient, able to converse with him and his friends.

"I've never seen anything like this before. I've treated illnesses for skin problems, deformations and bad moods but I've never treated something with everything at once." He looked up at Medic. "Do you have any idea what might have caused this?"

Samus scanned the newspaper as he pulled it out, her computer reading it and adding it to her databases. Hard copies on paper had not been used by humans in her time for at least a hundred years. She thought back to the phazon-muted creatures she had fought back home, how they had been changed beyond recognition in some cases....especially her.....
She looked over at the blue-haired girl who had arrived, and noted her large amount of ballistic weaponry. She turned back to the the zombie, thinking silently.

Chopper'a jaw dropped in awe, cupping his own face in his hooves. "I-incredible! Mister medic sir you have amazing observation skills!" Chopper reached out, carefully grasping the newspaper in his hooves so he would wrinkle it. He briefly read the cover article, wanting to learn about this strange illness in case it as to ever enter his own world. The last thing he needed was the end of the world. The article failed to explain a cure for it however. Chopper frowned, looking thoughtfully at the zombie. Or at least what was left of it. "Poor guy." He muttered, looking towards the woods.

Sylvanas was reading the newspaper, as well. "It obviously came from a dimension on a different time period, so on your world this won't happen on." she sighed, getting restless. "We should head for the woods some time soon."

Chopper looked absolutely mesmerized as he read the paper. Seeing a date that went past three digits was just about enough to blow his mind, not to mention other strange devices and buildings he had no name for. He just hoped he wasn't creating some sort of tear in the fabric of time or something. His eyes were wide as he looked at pictures of overturned cars and giant buildings. It was a bit too much for the poor kid to take in all at once. "So cool." He whispered.

"I wouldn't concern yourself with that Chopper and Medic" Samus started "While it might happen in Medic's future, I doubt it. As for Chopper's future, well I wouldn't count on it either." she turned to the others "Come, let us go through the forest. If False here wants to stay, then fine. We don't need his help, except perhaps the feline."

False

False was just about to snap. Engie's remark pissed him off. The usual killing of the uncooperative creations might be just around the corner, although he couldn't bare anymore slaughter. Killing relieved his anger, although had a side affect of decreasing his sanity even lower than the current dangerously low levels. He usually tried to relieve his anger in other ways before killing. His anger usually got the best of him. He loved his creations but hated when they wouldn't listen to them. Being a psychopath affected many of False's feelings and thoughts.

He took a deep breath, trying to collect himself. He was shaking slightly, and his body was tensed up. His fingers squirmed at his sides with anger; they wanted to hurt something. The deep inhaling helped him slightly as salty sweat dripped down his face. He had to think. He didn't want to leave them, although they didn't want to go to the village, which was a problem. Perhaps they could head to the temple and get some questions answered there.

He spoke shakily, accepting that they were going to go, "Wait, if you're going, I want you to have some supplies," He said a spell, "Brookliss zoomering spas," Three books manifested in his hands. They all had leather covers. All three of them looked ancient, as if they were written at least a hundred years ago. He held two books in his left hand, and one, bloodstained book in his right. He handed the bloody one to Medic, one to Samus, and one to Chopper.

"All three of these books are guides on how to use my spells, most of them are spells I use to bring my creations to life, but it also works with creating anything else." He summoned his own and read a spell, "Cleyziunsak des squas, diric temlr." A dark blue light steamed out from somewhere far away in the mountains. "If you head there, I'm sure that you'll get some answers, perhaps even get back to your own worlds that you speak of."

He sighed, "I guess this is goodbye." He seemed genuinely sad now. "If you need anything, call my name; I'll be there to help you." He turned around and began to walk back to the village.

Scout didn't wait for Medic to react, snatching the book out of his hands and throwing it into the grass a distance away. Magic and wizards were one thing, and not even entirely a bad thing. Merasmus had been Soldier's friend for a long time before he had tried to kill them. Wizards were not to be trusted, but maybe not all bad. Spellbooks, though? Spellbooks were evil, as far as Scout was concerned.

He glared at the thick tome lying in the grass, wondering if maybe this one was different. They were in a different world, after all... But... It would be a long time before he trusted magic again. Spellbooks, he knew, were advertised as ways to cast spells with no ill effects, or even any practice. But Scout knew what they really were. They let you use magical power you didn't know you had, true, but they also took that power and used it, sometimes against your own will. He winced, glancing at Medic. He didn't want the ordeal from the last time they used spellbooks to happen ever again.

Leo whistled as he watched the book go flying. "Good arm. Though I don't think the book was a deadly animal and needed to be thrown, but hey- maybe I'm wrong. Anyways..." he pointed at the woods and a flame appeared at the end of his index finger as he pointed before walking forward and taking his hand down, the flame going out.

Sylvanas dismounted her horse, it instantly disappearing, before she went to go pick up the thrown book. She actually found books helpful, as where she came from spell books were helpful, as were normal books. So even if it didn't have any spells, she believed it would be helpful. She silently walked back to the group. Maybe the book had a spell to help her get back to the Undercity. "Let's go."

Kongu

The large mechanical being blinked a few times at scout, then looked at False. Kongu's eyes began to glow green, slightly. He felt bits of insanity scattered around False. Along with that, there was a heaping amount of sadness that shrouded False. Digging deeper into False's mind, he saw many people dying. Sometimes False was outraged to the point where he would kill his creations, while other times he was so depressed that he had no energy at all. Kongu saw many conflicting emotions. Many of which confused him. There was one thought that was utterly mind boggling.

***

It was a memory of when he was much younger than he was in the current time. It had him in a snowy white blizzard. False wore heavy clothing that would surely keep him warm, or so he thought. He was calling out into the dark of the night for his family. He was trudging through the snow, searching for his parents. He wanted to apologize for all of the madness he caused when he was up at the temple. Off in the distance he saw a faint group of lights. He stared at through the snow as he stopped. He thought for a little bit about what they would say. Hopefully they would accept his apology. He took a deep breath and pushed onward to the dim light sources.

He finally arrived and was exhausted, cold and sad. He hoped that nothing bad had happened to his family. He opened the door to his house, and saw them. They were alive, but severely unwell. He ran over to his parents and collapsed, crying. His parents were on the ground, gasping. The only thing that they could do is inhale until their lungs could carry no more. The creature he created had learned spells from the temple to do this to his family. The creature was angry at False for taking him from his own world and not knowing how to transport it back to its home. False cried out, "I'm sorry for doing this! I didn't know what would happen when I did it!"

His mother said to him in a raspy voice, "I know you didn't, False, I just want you to know that we love you. Hopefully with your spells you could be truly happy with your creations." She smiled as a tear streaked down her face. There was a crack in her chest as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She loved him and was serious about what she said. She wanted him to be happy with his creations. It was just that she didn't know that they were bound to hate him.

***

Kongu was astonished by this. His mouth gaped slightly open. He had to act immediately. Kongu sent these memories to everyone that was in the genera area.

"Yes, let us get going" Samus said. She looked at the book in her hands, scanning it. Satisfied, she stored it and turned towards the forest. Her thermal visor didn't show any creatures on the edge of the woods lurking, so she took a step towards the treeline.
She thought about whatever monsters might lay in the forest, and then to her adventures fighting the space pirates and other bounty hunters. She could do this, she could do this with her arm cannon behind her back.
She entered the treeline, looking around for any more creatures that would have a problem with her. If there was anything within 20 feet her, she would know about it.

Chopper had glanced over towards the book Scout had tossed away. He briefly considered running over to get it. What if it could help him get home faster? There was nothing Chopper wanted more then to return with his friends on their adventures. But what if the book was some sort of trap? The members of the RED team seemed to distrust the book, so why should he? He tucked the book he was given into his bag quietly, just in case. After taking one last look at the book in the grass Chopper shifted into Walk point thinking it would be easier to maneuver the forest with longer legs.

He broke though the tree line, glancing around. He barely looked phased by the sudden flashes of memory in his mind. To be honest, the scene playing out for him reminded the reindeer much of his childhood. But he didn't really seem bothered, for Chopper he had met many mean people with sad back stories. Back stories didn't excuse poor behavior like kidnapping.

Leo, like Medic, froze mid-step, halfway into the forest, when the memories hit him. He turned back to False to watch him walk away. The guy... felt responsible for his mom's death. Leo could relate. When he was little, a house fire killed his mom. You can only guess how. He hesitated before speaking up, "Hey, False!" he grinned. "For the record, you aren't a bad guy. Pretty cool." Leo turned arpound again and walked into the woods.

Sylvanas didn't care about the memories- they meant nothing to her. She followed the group into the woods.

Kongu

Kongu smiled and remained silent. He didn't want anyone to know that he just sent memories to everyone, since he felt that if they knew he did that they would distrust him just as they distrusted False. Turning to Medic, he spoke, "Of course, why don't we head there." Kongu looked at the situation as an adventure, something to learn from. He tried to look at the positive side. Perhaps time didn't pass in his own world while he was in Triviis. He hoped this was true. At the same time he wanted to stay in Triviis and explore. The magic interested him. The only magic he knew was from his mask.

Scout stumbled slightly as the strange magic wore off. He shook his head violently and blinked a few times. He wasn't sure what exactly had happened, but it was wierd. And it was definately magic. It seemed like magic was everywhere now, and he was still pretty sure it was somehow Soldier's fault.

Of course, the vision itself brought up questions. Scout grumbled quietly before going it over. There used to be people here. People that were supposed to be here. And even though False had gotten his parents killed by 'creating' people, he had continued doing it? How many times had this happened? How stupid did someone have to be to do all of this?

Scout was pretty irritated at this point. Of course it was another crazy wizard, and this only proved it. Not only was he completely insane, he was an idiot. Oh, and if that blue light led toward this 'temple' thing, that meant all it held was more magic. Great. But that was probably their only chance at getting home... He rolled his eyes, tightened his grip on the Force-A-Nature, and started edging towards the forest.

Samus felt the emotional wave of False from Kongu. So False's "creating" things causes his family to die, and he keeps doing it. He just keeps pulling people from their own home and thinks he has created them out of thin air. All the more reason to leave. With that, she continued walking farther into the forest, arm cannon at the ready should her radar pick up anything or should something decide to jump her.

Ankha and Engineer

Ankha wasn't completely swayed by the vision of False's memories. Instead of making her sympathize, it irritated her. Ankha's sympathy wasn't easily snatched up by others. She believed that people should learn to get over grief and deal with it, instead of whining about things in the past. Ankha was quite annoyed with False. She saw no point of him summoning them. She just wanted to go home and go back to her daily life. A life of calling her fellow townsfolk peasants. This thought made her giggle. She imagined the peasants scurrying around, doing her bidding.

Her tiny legs became sore from walking such a far distance. Being the slowest in the group, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to carry her. She called out after she sighed loudly, "Peasants, my legs hurt. Carry me please." She held up her arms and waited for someone to pick her up.

Engie frowned at her, truly annoyed. He raised his voice slightly, "You just keep callin' me 'Peasant' and I'll be carryin' ya to yer grave." Ankha was getting on his nerves. The talk of peasants ticked him off.

Samus turned at Ankha's call. "No one observes yours, nor anyone's royalty here. Walk or you will form my next target, since I missed killing the zombie." with that, she turned back around and continued leading farther into the forest.