Evil Lyn and Teela the Apprentice were doing what they did best in these long days after the passing of He-Man, She-Ra, and Hordak. They were sniping at each other verbally.
Evil Lyn fired first, thumbing over her back to the Honor Sword Teela bore. "As Hordak once said to the woman that blade chose: ‘Ah, this reminds me of the Horde Scouts. We don't know where we are, where we're going, and we aren't sure of what to do when we finally get there, assuming we aren't going the wrong way!’" At Teela's glare she shrugged and said "I think they were doing what we are, so it seemed proper."
Teela almost sputtered, and then schooled herself before saying "I don't even know why you're coming along on this trip, Lyn. You stay out of the moral wars, you still have that horrible name, and you show no interest in becoming the Sorceress so we aren't competing anymore!"
What She didn't say was that Evil Lyn had won or let the self-disgust her utter failure to score Adam created show on her face. Then again, she didn't have to, as Lyn had known Teela from the very start of a certain prince's adventures. "As you brought it up, I'll go over it in order: First, Skeletor and I retired, but he calls once in a while, and he feels both blades need wielders once more."
She caresses the pommel of the Power Sword as she continued.
"Besides, Adam himself wanted me to see the Power had a champion when the time came. As to my title, Evil isn't necessarily destructive, as slime like Horde Prime would have one believe. More, Wicked Lyn sounds stupid and my mother's name was Evelyn." Smirking a bit as Teela's jaw dropped, the former foe finished "And mostly, the Sorceress herself asked that I keep you on your toes. It was the least I could do for that pardon she got me, and it's been fun, believe me!"
Her laughter at that one died stillborn as Teela smirked in a way you'd normally expect to see Lyn do, coming back with "Okay, Aunt Lyn. Thanks for the info!"
The griping continued all the way to Earth.
Castle Greyskull:
"Skeletor! I thought you weren't going to bi-call me for another few days! “The Sorceress did try to control her tongue, but even she could be surprised. Particularly when the communication spell had caught her in the bath.
"I am sorry, my dear Sorceress, but I was interested in the ETA of Lyn and your Apprentice on that Earth the Horde has its collective eye on." Thus Skeletor apologized to Zoar the falcon. Skeletor normally dropped the emphasis on 'dear' and the like, but having seen the still fabulous woman naked briefly will gain anyone's interest.
He'd known her long enough to know that Zoar's arch look was an out and out glare. "*I can see I'll have to ward the shower chamber to keep this accident accidental!*"
She transformed back easily, being inside Greyskull. To Skeletor's disappointment, her clothes came back on her form as opposed to off it. However, Skeletor wasn't easily caught off guard these days, so he rolled it off.
"I'm blushing. Really." Besides, I really am! Powers, what a idiot I was to not try quitting the Horde and being her lapdog or… Oh yeah, I have pride. Never-mind. He blinked a second than continued glibly.
"I do have one confession to make. You remarked on how close my ear was to the ground when this all started. Well, you know as well as I that I retired and left Eternia, using Snake Mountain as an empty keygate should I ever wish to return. I think it is time I showed you something…" He panned the view of the communication interface so she saw a nicely furnished abode with stairs leading down to stone walled areas, doubtless occult in nature. His actual home, however, was clearly on…
"EARTH!!" Her shriek actually shattered a few earthenware jars before Greyskull's magic repaired them. "You maniac! You beast! Marlena's ghost will haunt you forever!"
Skeletor panned the view back to where he was removing fuzzy earmuffs. "No she won't, and for a few reasons. First, this is hardly her Earth. Second, I am in Pillow Creek, a locationally unsure village of Magi and other mystics, like the late Queen's stories of Tir Na Og and Brigadoon. The only non-mystic in the whole town is Earl, and I think he's a martial artist. Now are you over the shock?"
He sounded all sarcastic, but the Sorceress sensed honest concern behind the sour humor. Then again, they were long acquainted, and aside from their heirs, that was about all the two had anymore. Despite this the Sorceress kept all awareness of their familiarity out of her tone as she dryly said "I think I'll live. This of course leads to me asking why this had you aware of… oh, no."
Skeletor held up a sign with the number 10.0 on it for reasons the Sorceress didn't quite get as he responded "Yes! I knew you'd realize. I didn't dare let the whelps know I was actually on the world they're going to. Teela and Lyn would both kick me where it hurts a man for old times' sake, and I don't want the Horde wrecking my retirement. Best I can really do is pass along information to be disseminated by you." As Sorceress dazedly admitted to herself that Horde Prime finding Skeletor would ruin all her old foe's Sundays, he went on "Now I know you'd consider them both grown being that they're centuries old, but I have the vain hope they'll actually grow up eventually! Call me a masochist, but…"
"All right. You're a masochist." Then Sorceress broke the contact, smirking at the vague feeling of a wince she got just before contact was totally lost. I still got it!
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Skeletor growled as he realized the Sorceress had cut him off, and with sucha zinger to boot. His frustration grew even more as his further attempts to reestablish contact with the Sorceress kept sending his calls to that annoying kid on Blue Gender earth.
“Oh yes.. I must have some vengeance for this.” Skeletor muttered, glancing over at the morning paper he smiled as he spotted a ad tag. “a sale on Charmin at the local SAMs club eh? Well it HAS been a few decades since Castle Greyskull was, heh, redecorated…” Cackling as he plotted his revenge, Skeletor turned to note a flowing red mote appearing beside him. “FINALLY you’d think those two would be able to manage a simple teleport… now then let’s see what they are up to.”
With a gesture the viewing screen changed to show a small park in the city. As Skeletor watched a small portal opened up to deposit two ladies, apparently currently busy trying to claw each others eyes out. Skeletor groaned as he covered his eyes with his hand. “Of course those two nitwits would get into a catfight. And they wonder why we won’t release them from their apprentice status?”
Sighing he watched as one of the girls separated and changed into a large falcon, dragging He-man’s sword in its talons. Evil-lynn stood and brushed some Dust off her shoulder before turning and heading into the opposite direction.
“I suppose I should follow the Sorceress’s prude daughter, Evil-lynn should be competent enough on her own.” Skeletor mused as he shifted the magic scrying to follow the Falcon shaped Teela as she decided that the new He-man would be…..
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