A Paradoxical Journey Through Time

[Cirrial]

(( Takes place after BoaS. Oh, and the start of this has been planned, so if you want to join in I suggest you wait a bit until it's a little clearer where this is going. <_<;; ))

"Aha! Another one!"

501 leaps from behind a tree in the middle of a forest and points intently at a small apple laying on the forest floor.

Most apples in Blackstar tended to be green, greenish red, reddish green, red, or that one time, yellow dotted purple with a silver finish.

But never blue. Which is the exact colour of the apple laying on the ground. 501 strolls over to it casually, slowly looks side to side and grabs it in one deft motion.

He holds it up to his face and rotates it in the air, scrutinizing it. "Well, I think I can quite safely say that it's an apple..."

He pushes it onto his conical beak. The apple is skewered. "Yup, definitely an apple." After some hesitation he pulls it off of his beak and idly throws it in the air, watching it splat onto the ground.

He looks to the ground and sees a trail of these strange blue apples, and, having nothing better to do, grabs them as he follows the trail.

[Coolpikaaa]

Chromis lay snoozing covered in a small mound of Blue apples.

He had soon found that any apple he had attempted to eat would turn blue,and although they were still essentially just an apple, the transformation was enough to scare him off.

He had wandered through the woods for sometime, catching an apple to only have it turn blue in his paws.He had left a trail of these blue apples stretching down a small path as he moved from tree to tree.

In a event of horrible irony, he eventually lost track of where he was going only to run smack into the biggest and most fullest of apples tree yet.However the moment he ran into the tree, all of them fell, turning blue and pounding the new spirit into a ditch where he eventually gave up and fell asleep, completely trapped by all the horrible attacking fruit.

-coolpikaaa

[Cirrial]

501 continues gathering blue apples into his arms. Upon sight of a massive pile of blue apples at the foot of a tree, he drops all he has collected to the ground. Now this looks interesting.

He edges carefully to the pile and slowly, determinedly, and gently picks up each apple and places it elsewhere. After a while, he wonders why he's being so careful, aims one of his feet at the pile and gives it a short sharp kick.

Blue apples go flying everywhere, except for a few now skewered into 501's sharp robotic talons, and 501 peers into the base of the pile. He jumps back inadvertantly, seeing some thing sleeping, apparently untouched by his short kick.

He peers closer. I think I've seen one of these before. I'm sure I have. Kaz had one. Or something like it.

He doesn't see a machine fading into existance behind him.

Upon turning around, however, he does, and nearly lands on Chromis after jumping half a foot into the air. He reflexively pulls his ion pistol from its holster.

"Identify yourself! Yourselves! Whoever you are! ...Don't shoot, I'm, err..." He throws the ion pistol to the ground. "I'm unarmed! You wouldn't shoot someone without a weapon, would you? I hope?"

The machine seems to be nothing more than a smooth metal sphere resting on four long legs, like some long-forgotten relative of the Sputnik probe. Unlike the Sputnik probe, however, it has a small door and is large enough for at most three people to travel in.

501 approaches it hesitantly. "Hello? Anyone?"

The machine stands inert, silent. 501 shrugs, gives it a light kick, and goes back to what he was doing.

He carefully picks Chromis up, being sure not to disturb the sleeping creature. Glancing over to the machine, he approaches it and sets Chromis back on the ground.

Ack, dilemnia. Either I can take this guy to a lab and see if it's the cause of these blue apples and why, thusly killing time, or I can see what this machine does instead, potentially killing me.

After a few more minutes of idle contemplation he laughs. "Why not both? Life's short!"

He opens the door on the machine, picks Chromis up, carries him into the machine and closes the door.

The console is bewilderingly complex, and the machine is devoid of any trace of anyone apparently being inside it. Except for one typed note stuck to the top of the machine. 'Hi 501, co-ordinates already set. Press big green button. - Ak-tse'

Finally! A way off this strange, strange world! Oh, hang on a sec. I might want to come back eventually.

The door of the machine opens briefly as 501 throws a small triangular doodad out onto the forest ground. It buries itself into the dirt.

Now then...

501 eagerly raises a claw and smashes down on a large, glowing green button.

The world contorts, distorts and fades away...

---

After the world regains some semblance of normality, 501 carefully opens the door of the machine.

After seeing nothing but endless sky and a very low horizon, he hastily closes it again. A few seconds later he mentally chides himself for being so easily shaken today, and opens the door again, looking down.

A paint can flies past the open door. Perplexed, 501 stares further down. He instantly recognises Kazumaru's lab, and, peering further around, a dilapidated shack across the road.

Ohhhhh no. No no no. Five. This is the past. It's the past! Okay, calm down, calm down, and above all DON'T DO ANYTHING.

He leans out of the door to get a closer look, overbalances and falls out of the door, screaming. The machine, although hovering perfectly at a constant height, tilts and throws a sleeping Chromis out of it as well.

501 slowly clambers up to his feet, reeling, and brushes dirt off his metal skin. He glances up and is somehow able to catch Chromis safely, without fully understanding why or how he could.

Bewildered more than he has been in most of his life, he gently puts Chromis down on the floor, starts backing up and runs to a nearby corner of Kaz's lab. Afterwards, he turns around and stares back at the scene he so clumsily entered and exited from.

He sees Kazumaru holding an injured Coolpikaaa in his arms, and watches curiously.

[Kazumaru]

Kazumaru ducked instinctively as the window of his lab was smashed by a paint can, and then he stood back up again. A bleeding pikachu was cradled in his arms. The pikachu was his dearest friend, Coolpikaaa, injured by an exploding console back on the CSS.

Thunder cracked in the distance as the spirit's feet pounded against the wet ground, and another paintcan sped towards the pair.

[Coolpikaaa]

Coolpikaaa looked around after being teleported just outside the lab. Why Kaz had taken him here, he had no idea.Kaz ran at the lab to the sound of snapping branches and a breaking window.

Must be raining paint cans again.

THUMP!
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(2 Minutes Earlier)
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Chromis slowly opened his eyes to come face to face with a robotic bird beast.In less then 5 seconds he had escaped from his grasp and ran, unknowingly into a falling can of paint.

THUMP!
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Coolpikaaa had also squirmed out of Kaz's grasp after watching as a random creature burst out of the shadows and was struck down by the paint can.

"Are you oka-"Coolpikaaa started, before the creature rose up to his feet.

He was looking at himself.

"Who are you!" He yelled, already knowing the answer.

Chromis started to back away at the yelling,before realizing this one might be able to catch him.Chromis then did something not common for him.
He started to charge electricity to fight back.

Coolpikaaa also charged then fired.He would be sure to kill Kaz for messing with his DNA again.Chromis also fired, but was slow on the draw.Both bolts met at a point closer to the spirit then just stopped.

A bluish tint overtook both streams of electricity, and everything seemed to slow to a standstill.

Both Chromis and Coolpikaaa let up from their attacks to watch their volts move slowly together.Everything then ripped into high gear.

The ground impacted beneath their paws, throwing both into the air.Yellow shards of crystal, and random pockets of soil lifted upwards, only to be thrown around, fade from existence then reappear where they were seconds ago.

Time itself started to break down, looping the two, and their surroundings into a horrible mess.The sky flashed and a loud whine was heard even in Psychotopia.

Both Chromis and Coolpikaaa vanished to the blue tint, leaving only a mess of twisted grass-rocks.

-coolpikaaa

[Cirrial]

501 looks to CP, and Chromis, and after looking back and forth for a while, begins to ponder if something is amiss.

The flash in the sky and the blue tinted sparks only serve as evidence that something isn't quite right.

After a long silence, 501 looks to Kaz, upwards to the still hovering but now gently spinning machine, and to the twisted ground.

"...Ohhh dear. I really, really hope there isn't some sort of time travel commitee, because they'd probably want some explanations right about now."

He walks over to Kaz, hesistantly, and lightly taps him on the shoulder. "Lightly" is the operative word - any harder and he'd risk tearing Kaz's lab coat.

"Ummm... do you know what that was? Oh, wait, I don't think we've been properly introduced yet. Or have we? Hang on a second. That rain of paint cans... no, no, that came after. Okay. My name's 501. I'm a robot from another universe and also from the future. Also I think your animal thing just disappeared from the time stream. Please try not to freak out?"

He backs up a few steps just in case. "Oh, and, um, if you see that shack across the road starting to shake, you might want to evacuate. Just a heads up in case I was supposed to come back in time in the first place and warn you so that your continued existance in the future is ensured. Damn, time travel gives me a headache."

[Coolpikaaa]

"Ah, look'it that."

A poster tacked to a wooden pole was the center of attention.

"Coolpikaaa's Safari zone! Opening soon!" It read.

They sighed, reminiscing about the day that had not yet come.

A lot of days had not yet come...

---
Chromis and Coolpikaaa had arrived back at the dojo long before being thrown into the time stream that one night. It had taken some time for them to even stand after the ride,but when they did, both ran in opposite directions as fast as possible.
They ended up laying, face first in the dirt.

They both soon realized, somehow, they had been fused together.
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Home sweet home.

Both of them drifted home from their adventure out to town.Laying in front of them was a mass of logs and vines, overgrown, and obscured in darkness.

They remained misted, floating through the front layer of woodland debris, before eventually entering a small hollowed out space crammed full of horded goods.Half finished inventions lay around the room and piles of dirt blown in from the surrounding area had started to sprout some weeds.

The poster for the opening soon safari zone was thrown onto a pile,skidding down a few broken bottles of various color before coming to a rest.

The "home" had been built shoddily for two reasons.
One, It was out of the way, meaning neither Chromis or Coolpikaaa would find it before being fused.Discovering their future self in the process.(That would mess the times up much more than already done, Coolpikaaa had rationalized.)

And two, they were quite lazy.
---
It had been three days after exiting the time line. Both of the now fused duo had began working on their new house,which at this point was a few logs thrown over a hollow area.Both had started to complain to each other about the work, so they stopped.Both were much more annoyed at each other,as they attempted to alternate who gained full control with little success.
They had also found out they could do "other" things now."Misting" was one of them, they could easily pass through any object with ease.It also allowed them to go out to town without being seen.They had even tried changing shape, and that kind of worked, except each form was mostly a specific color and always made two.

Thunder rumbled off in the distance.

-Coolpikaaa