Like, Totally...

Rocking back and forth on the balls of her bare feet, Lida examined a large fist-sized insect a few inches in front of her nose. It had many wings, all the same nondescript grayish brown of the tree it rested on. The bug -whatever kind if was exactly- was quite gross. Some people might like it's seven compound eyes, or the proboscis spiraled beneath. She supposed a more scientific person would, but not her. Leaning back from it, she levitated the hapless bug through the humid air. It kicked it's stick-like legs and made a loud popping noise as it was held in Lida's vice. She made it do a donut and a figure eight before placing it back on it's tree. The bug continued to pop and twitch for a few seconds before settling down once more, it's encounter already forgotten. Finding a dry spot, she knelt down on the ground.

Where was Steven? He'd been gone forever. She didn't really even know what he was doing, just that he'd be back sometime. She continued to gaze at the bug, as if it would do something interesting, but all it did was sit there. Her stomach growled, she wished he'd hurry up. If he didn't get back soon she'd have to find her own food. It shouldn't be too hard; there were creepy crawlies everywhere, not that she'd want to eat them though. "Gross," she said aloud, her voice quiet against the cacophony of nature around her. Just the thought of chewing on one of those swamp creatures was nauseating.

Growing bored with the watching the insect, she made it rotate though the air once more, then compelled it to drown itself in a nearby puddle. The bug fell to the ground as soon as she released her psionic grip on it. Shakily, it rose to the sky again and started heading towards an algae infested pool. It was easy, it hadn't even tried to fight the death wish she'd imposed upon it. She watched as it crawled into the water, flapped it's many wings uselessly for a bit, then grew limp. "Hurry up Steven," she muttered, gazing up at the almost colorless sky.

ooc: My muse has left me. >.>

"MOOOO!" roared the awkward machine as it rose into the sky, all rockets firing at top speed sending a trail of rainbow fire into the air. The rainbow machine crested the clouds and glowed in the sun. Flashes of light glanced off of the inelegant and obtuse sides of the ship, if you could call it that. A flying cow wasn't exactly something you'd feel pride in flying across space. Or even just taking it on a leisurely float-a-round town. It was just plain humiliating. The flying cow collided with the ground and the rockets stopped firing, smoke pouring out of the jets in an infinite cloud. The joints of the cows legs maneuvered into a quick trot, as the cow sprung from the ground and raced across green grass fields, and over huge trees. It was not a regal affair, in fact it rocked and bobbed so much that it must feel like an earthquake to those below. If there was anyone below. Steven pressed his face against the purple glass, peering over the side of the cow to see trees tall enough to be parallel to them. But no Lida.

Of course he wouldn't be able to see Lida, she was an ant compared to the rest of this forest, in fact, they had probably trampled her on the way here. This fact made him grin a little bit at its sheer stupidity, Lida was smart enough to run if she heard the stomping of a cow ship the size of a parade float. Steven returned to his seat, reclining and letting his mind control the cow machine, urging it to slow down before it created too much havoc down below. Already he could see flocks of birds dividing like the red sea in the path of the machine of bovine descent. The myriad of diverse colors in the birds astounded Steven, and mentally, he recorded each of the birds, memorizing their appearances, as he watched the gallant creatures stirring up an uproar with their squawks and crows. "Get ready, Chobo. It's show time." Steven moved his hands down from the top of his head to his eyes, as if he were putting on sunglasses. His old sunglasses vanished almost instantly replaced by pristine gold ones.

Though it would be impossible to see from inside of the cows cabin, the machine was disintegrating into glittering gold, scattering through the air, starting from its oversized skull and heading towards its tail. All but the tear drop shaped cabin would disintegrate, leaving the cabin to sail in open air, falling towards the forest at absurd speeds, cutting through the air like an arrow, and leaving a stream of vapor behind it. Almost as soon as its free fall began, the ship evened out in the air, and launched itself forward without any form of thruster or rocket. It almost seemed to be gliding the way it cruised through the skies.

Chobo's stomach swam, bouncing around his innards and flopping upside down. He was glad he hadn't eaten anything yet. If he had, it would have been all over the cabin by now. He didn't know where they were and he didn't care to look outside. Watching the scenery bounce around would be worse. The longer he was trapped in this damned thing, the longer he wished Steven had never come in the first place. He would have been much better off stuck in that insane hospital and getting his organs spun out of his body!

He was stuck now, stuck like a mouse in a rat trap. He'd have to stay with this kid... Or hang around until he told him what he was needed for! Heh! He'd probably never know since it was such a damned secret! He'd be dead before he got a word from him. Who was this kid anyways? So far he'd been introduced to James Bond's retarded nephew! He couldn't be stuck with this, couldn't be! Chobo gripped his seat when the cow blasted into the ground for another time. Bracing himself for the next disastrous leap into the air, he was surprise to feel it never come. He risked a glance out to see that instead of images of shooting skies he instead saw the trees of foresty Fandors speed by. The ship's previous uncomfortable rocking and banging were gone now and the ride felt smooth. Chobo frowned. Well how come they couldn't have done that before? All that jumping and screeching was completely unnecessary! If the thing could run, why not just run the entire time!? It was like it was purposely making things difficult!

"That better mean we're there," Chobo grumbled sourly. He was in no mood to put on shows. All he wanted to do was escape this trap.

(ok... if I am to be active, you give me NO choice but to RP blade here)

---Outside---

There was something stalking this area, and whether it was dangerous or not, remained to be seen. Blade knew that he was weak, however, and would do all in his power to keep them from even realizing he was there in the first place. A semi-easy task thanks to the fact that this was a prime junge. He could easily escape if need be, but he was intent on discovering what was going on with them. With intelligence came awareness, and he knew that he needed more power to be in a position to dominate this area.

Feeding off some pathetic insects, he upgraded his potential for scent. The goal was to mask scent as much as possible, a simple matter, except in some situations. With the beetles involved, it became enough to be untracable by a normal nose.

Suddenly the pale sky she'd been gazing at was filled with brilliant color. Hundreds, maybe thousands of birds launched themselves into the air with a alarmed cry. Lida swung around, digging her feet into the loamy soil, looking to see the reason of their ascent. It took her only a couple of seconds to realize that that the birds were fleeing from a machine. She couldn't see it yet, but could hear the destruction in it's path, and something more strange. Is that mooing? Surely not. Glancing around once more, she prepared to leap out of the way of the probably tank-like machine. With senses at their sharpest Lida prepared to fight whatever it was that was romping through the forest. Then the noise stopped, and she saw the machine only several yards away from her in the air. She had heard mooing, the thing was a cow. Complete with hooves and spots. Rainbow spots. Steven was back, probably with their new recruit. What was he trying to do? Convince their new recruit that he was crazy? Either that or he was just being his usual fabulous self.

Then, at the zenith of it's leap the cow dissolved into a shower of gold, leaving only the cockpit behind. The ship sailed towards her, now soundlessly. A little bit mesmerized by the shimmer of the gold, Lida didn't realize that the ship was coming straight towards her. Jumping back to reality, she stepped out of it's path as it worked it's way towards the ground.

Blade noticed the person near the machine. Looking at the device, he had a desire to sneak aboard, and stow away to another area. But that would be a disaster at best. Then he noticed that the trash inlets were just within grasp, and began sneaking into those things, avoiding the flames, and sneaking into a remote section of the machine. He could always wait an enternity to find out where this 'thing' had come from, let alone where it was going. But it hinged on the risk that he could be going to a less populated area.

But he was sick and tired of eating beetles, and it showed. Thus, he had no choice but to sneak aboard, and hope the new place was much better for feeding.

Steven dropped the pod onto the ground, the abrupt landing was smooth for its lumpy design. Steven felt a smile spread on his lips. He looked at Chobo and flashed a thumbs up. "Come on, what's an adventure without a journey? But alas, this is the end. Uh... Stay here for a second while I introduce you." He mused, popping open the cocoon of the pod. The roof peeled apart stickily, and Steven climbed out. He dropped to the forest floor. Spreading his arms wide with a brilliant look upon his face. He looked at the Goliath trees surround him, the canopy that gave the impression that it was midnight, and the babbling of stream running through the forest. Here they were, not quite at home, but with Lida at last. "HELLO, SISTER!" he shouted. Flicking his hastily constructed sunglasses off of his face and transforming them into a bouquet of roses, accompanied by a glittering sparkle in the petals. "I got him, I got him, I got him! The little English fellow we were looking for. But when you see him, don't say anything about his... 'Condition'."

He smiled at his sister, assuring himself that she would be dazzled by his next display of his powers, they were after all, always a big hit. He just hoped they hadn't grown stale, since Lida had probably seen them a million times already. He pointed at the pod again, taking in a deep breath. "NOW! From the House of Horrors, brought to you by the greatest Big Brother ever... CHOBO!" he shouted, hyping up the introduction, like Chobo was a pro wrestler with an over extravagant background, meant to stun the audience. He snapped his fingers and a red carpet rolled out of the pod, covering the grassy floor that was covered in dew. He cued Chobo with a hand gesture towards him, inviting him to step down from the pedestal of the pod, to meet his sister.

Chobo sighed, waiting for Steven to get on with it. He quickly lost interest, focusing on something else in the background, contempt flooding over him from the look of the trees, and with it, nostalgia. He had once lived regally and now he was reduced to an outdoor hermit-lizard-thing. Why did this always happen to the good men of the world? He hadn't seen one good movie when the privileged man wasn't punished for being successful. At least things turned out good for them in the end. Would the same happen for him?

Chobo looked up when he heard something about a house of horrors. What? It took him a second to figure out that it was his upcoming cue. He frowned, unhappy with this. So this was how he was going to be introduced, eh? He forced a smile on his face. It didn't matter. He was the man of cues, he'd make it work either way. All that time by himself didn't go by without a little practice and discovery. With his name called he revealed himself, trumpets and horns and euphoniums playing from seemingly all directions as he did. Boastful, proud, and joyous, as if the whole world was rejoicing as Jesus Christ and God had step from the heavens and descended upon them in holy glory to bless the souls of the deserving. A fanfare for made for gods. Music fit for the king and his noble men. Music that should always be heard when an important soul such as himself arrived on the scene and honored them all with his presence, contagious in the cheer.

Gertragian soil felt odd under his feet. It had been ages since he'd touched more than marble and concrete. His eyes rested on the maiden across from him. Her hair fine white gold and eyes captivating like the most expensive of jewels. From top to bottom she was a work of art. Curves and body molded from the purest clay and poised so the sun hit her just the right way. Picturesque. Unique. A natural born beauty. Like a model already made.

Chobo bowed before introduction. "Glad to meet yeh, Miss. Steven had the politeness to tell yeh my name, but not dooze to introduce yeh first," he smiled, white teeth showing. "I hope yeh wouldn't mind me asking what it was."

"Condition?" Lida repeated softly to her brother, not returning his greeting. That meant that he had four eyes, or three heads, or something equally hideous. No matter, She thought with an inward grimace. She'd do whatever it took, even if if meant fraternizing with a monster. Trying to pay attention to Steven's introduction she gazed intently at the open pod. Now this Jeremy Alexander William McKinsley the Third she'd been waiting to meet for so long stepped out before her, under the name of 'Chobo'.

He wasn't so bad. He was kind of cute actually. He looked a bit like a stuffed toy, but alive. Lida watched as he bowed and asked her name. She was pretty sure that Steven had mentioned it sometime to him, but she didn't really mind repeating what he'd already said. "Lida," she said with utmost politeness and a winning smile.

Steven rolled his eyes. Like he didn't already tell Chobo about Lida, he distinctly remembered the flying cow ride and the discussion, albeit brief, about her. But he was used to this happening, people ignored him if Lida was around, in fact, she was normally the belle of the ball. He could make her ugly intentionally, but he didn't feel like travelling with a snarky ogre on his heels. He'd find some toady eventually, just not now. "Yes, we all know each other. That's all very we, but it's time to get a move on with Operation Force-Fandors-To-Help-In-War. FFTHIN. F-Thin." he remarked happily, stepping in front of Chobo's view of Lida. All this staring and politeness was a harsher on his 'tude. "And unless you've suddenly grown the power of spontaneous Amnesia, you know what I'm talking about. Chobo."

Lida, what a nice name. One crafted to fit her beauty. Chobo frowned, sight obscured by her less appealing brother. Great Jesus what did he want? Something about a damn operation. "Yes, yes. That thing you dragged me out here for. Now what was it about? A war? What war?" Frankly, he didn't know much about it. This was maybe the third mention he'd gotten about a war going on. It had something to do with Sigma he knew that much, but he didn't have the details. Maybe if Steven had told a little more than the minimum he'd have a better idea. Right now whatever information he could get was from the very uncreative title. "And how are we supposed to get an entire planet to help?"

Personally, he wasn't concerned. Was it his war? No, it was Sigma's, so why on Earth should he have to help? He had no part of it, just dragged in to help by some kid with odd powers. It was fantastic that he was saved and all by by Jesus! It was like he'd been kidnapped just to become a secret agent! What a burden.

OOC: Yes, I know. It sucks. ._.

Lida frowned. She knew exactly what Steven's problem was, he just couldn't handle Chobo's attention being on her instead of him. He was so jealous, and she couldn't blame him. Who wouldn't be jealous of her? Smirking imperceptibly, she stepped around Steven and into Chobo's view once more.

"Yes, F-Thin," she restated, 'F-Thin' refusing to come out of her mouth immediately. It sounded like a kind of cracker, which was not at all what this was. Her smirk inverting, she flicked a white-blonde lock of hair out of her eyes. As Steven began explaining F-Thin, Lida tried to pick up on a few of Chobo's feelings on what was being said. She didn't want to read his mind, no, that wouldn't make a good impression. She wasn't sure if he'd be able to tell that she was inside his head, but somehow Steven was always able to, no matter how stealthy she was. Instead she emptied her head and let the essence of what he was thinking flow into her. Not that happy, a little irritated, and possibly incredulous. Steven wasn't doing a very good job of making Chobo believe this. Maybe it'd be better if she explained it to him. It would be, she knew it. But Steven wouldn't like that.

Steven smiled and mentally lifted Lida out of the way by constructing a powerful air current that resembled pink bubbles. The hurricane of bubbles would gently lift Lida out of his view of Chobo. So rude... he closed his eyes and his smile vanished for a moment. "I can destroy planets, Chobo, I think I can get a few reluctant aliens to go to war. If diplomacy doesn't work, we'll lay the smack down on 'em. If you catch my drift." He said with a smirk, his hair momentarily flaring into a ghostly flame.But before we deal with all of this T-Fat business, we'll need transportation, and a little bit of planning. It's not easy to cross a galaxy, yanno. So! I imagine something sleek and stylish, and since it was your turn last time, I'll let Lida design the ride... Probably... Maybe... Nope... Nah. Too boring. I need a challenge." By now, Steven was done with both Lida and Chobo, he had moved on to his next escape, designing something to take him from one Fandor to the other. He strolled away from the pair, biting his index finger and scrunching up his face in deep thought.