((Woot, guys, right back from square one! Or, well, page one, but, hey! We filled up an entire topic with mindless RPG'ing and random plots! Let's do it again, in the cont'd version of.... TEAM RPG! [Note: Those who came up with that name have been sacked.]))

I nodded. Time to put the plan into action. I grabbed my dragon whistle pendant and blew into it, producing a sound which only dragon-like Pokemon could hear. One specific Pokemonin general knew what to do when he heard this.

Charcoal barreled down the hallway towards us, his mind kicked into battle mode. He roared savagely, smoke spewing from his nostrils. Steve's Aggron made some sort of Aggron-ish "eep!" and leaped out of the way of the Fire-type.

I blinked. "Hey Char!"

Charcoal snorted again, this time with small flames leaping from his mouth.

"Charx, you good for carrying three?" I asked. He nodded, stretching his wings. Steve looked outraged, but he didn't seem to want to come close to a dangerous fire dragon. "You guys ready?"

"Let's go MR. Iceburg!" I taunted, hopping on.

"We've got the high ground!" I cheered. After making sure Neptune and Sam were both seated securely on Charcoal's back, I nudged his sides with my heels. He roared, beat his wings, and took to the skies, leaving Steve to be no more than a speck on the ground. "Thank you for choosing Charcoal Airways. Where're we headed?"

"... I dunno!" I cheered at the fact. "Where do you wanna go?"

"Well.... We can keep working on bringing down X, or we could go back to the Sanctuary and chill out, there.... We could do a lot of things," I answered, shrugging.

---

X's eyes flashed in the light. He was staring into a mirror in his bathroom, observing his human form's reflection tiredly. He had been staying up all night, recently, and there were dark circles under his eyes. However, he felt super-charged with energy. He knew what this meant.

"Akira!" Said man stepped out of the shadows and kneeled before his Master, sporting many cuts, broken bones, and a black eye.

"Master?" he replied in a dry, cracking voice.

"It is almost time. Take the guards to the spring; make sure it is safe before I come," X ordered, turning to look at his assistant. Akira nodded.

"It shall be done, sir."

((The one and only AL decided to post! *Confetti*))

"Let's prank call my boss," I suggested, reaching for my cell phone.

((You have permission to take control of Cyrus now. :D))

((=P Took ya long enough.))

"Sounds like fun," I agreed, nodding. "You won't get in too much trouble for that?"

((Er.... Alright. I'll give it a shot. Don't quite think I'll be able to land it right, though....))

((XD You'll do fine, I'm sure.))

"Not if it's from you," I replied back. "Scroll down... yeah... there! Just press the green button... not that one!... Yes, that one."

((Meep.... K. ^^;;))

The dial rang. And rang. And rang, again. And then it rang a fourth time.

"Does he even answer phones?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

----

"Master...!" Akira materialized back in X's room. X was surfing the intertubes and had just gotten RickRoll'd.

"Hm?"

"It's safe.... The Guards fought off all life forms in a five-mile radius." X nodded and shut off his computer's moniter.

"Good. Tell them to hold the position. I will take leave in a few hours time," he ordered. Akira bowed his head.

"It shall be done, Master!" he replied, Warping out....

"Put it on speaker phone, so I can hear too. He usually answers on the sixth ring." I pushed the speaker phone button.

Two rings later, the phone was picked up.

"If you're a telemarketer, I'm hanging up...."

"...." I quickly disguised my voice. "Congradulations! You're our hundreth caller! You've won.... A bike. ...Where should we send it to?"

My mouth let out a slight squeak of a laugh. I quickly clapped my hands over it.

"...I did not call you. You called me."

"...But you've won the bike. Where should we send it to?"

Tears began to leak out of my eyes as I let out a loud, muffled laugh.

"You do not seem to be the intelligent type, so let me make this clear to you.... I. Did. Not. Call."

I took a deep breath, and switched into my Schwarzenegger voice mode.

"GET TO THE CHOPPA!"

I began laughing so loud and hard that I had to clutch my stomach, rolling around Charcoal.

There was a click.

"...He hung up. Should I re-dial?" I asked.

Charcoal watched Neptune ROFL'ing in amusement. Humans could be so strange, he told himself.

"DO IT!" I gasped, grasping my stomach.

I nodded, and called again, waiting..... Waiting....

"What?" I hit the "play" button on my iPod. Cyrus, if I'm not mistaken.... You just got RickRoll'd!

"MY GUT!" I screamed while the phone was still on.

"...Neptune? Is that you...?" Somehow, he didn't seem surprized.

"Should I hang up now, then?" I whispered to Neptune.

"Who's Neptune?" I replied in a high-pitched voice, very unlike mine. I looked over at Kura. "I'm his assistant, Lili... um... an."

Cyrus didn't seem to buy it.

"Commander, surely you can be doing something much more productive than simply calling to cause trouble...."

"Uhm...." I switched back to Schwarzenegger voice mode. "We don't know what you're talking about. It's not a tumah!"

"So you work for the military? And what... Dufus, my boss, said is right. It's NOT a tumor!" I galred at Kura evilly.

"Oh, come on!" I said, sending Neptune a skecptical look. "Dufus?! Is 'dufus' the best you could come up with?"

"...You've got that Rocket with you, I see." I sweat-dropped.

"Well, uh... YEAH!" I yelled back. "And, no!" I switched back to my fake voice. "Dufus has weird voice changes all the time. He's..." I grabbed the phone to whisper to it, "bipolar..."

"I'm not Dufus!" I hissed. "You could at least have said soemthing cool, like Linux or Spock!"

"You know, this is probably one of the most pathetic prank-calls I've recieved, to date...."

"SPOCK?!" I screamed. "THAT'S HORRID! WHAT KIND OF A PRANK CALLER ARE YOU?!"

"Oh, c'mon, Spock rocks! And I'm at least a leet prank caller!" I replied.

"Mm. I have to agree with him, there, Spock is indeed very cool...."

"Hey, old man, shut up for a second, we're arguing!" I snapped, irritably.

"Don't talk to out customer like that!" I yelled back. "He won a BIKE!"

"Oh, yeah, the bike.... Where did you want that, delivered, sir?"

"You seriously can't expect me to fall for something as poorly thought out as this, can you?"

"It's not poorly thought out!" I exclaimed. "It's a WINNAGE! See, a mixter of own and win. Cool, huh Dufus?"

"Stop calling me Dufus, fuzz-face!" I growled, baring my teeth.

"...."

"Motor Mouth!" I screamed back.

I grabbed a ball of yarn out of my BoH(+5) and sent it rolling in the other direction.

"BOSS!" yelled Saturn's faint voice in the background, "WHAT'S THE YELLING ON THE PHONE ABOUT?!"

I grabbed a rock and threw it at Kura's head.

"Kuso!" I snatched the rock out of thin air. "Cyrus, Neptune's being violent!" He ignored me.

"Neptune attempted a prank call!" Cyrus replied to Saturn.

"Oh! Lemme try! Lemme try! Is your fridge running?"

"We're in the air..." I muttered. "And you're just as violent, Dufus!"

"Saturn, you're an idiot, and Neptune, let's cut the act, we already phailed at life," I sighed.

"I am not an idiot! I am smart. Tell him Boss. Boss? Boss? Quit staring at me like that! You know it's true!"

I sighed.

"Well, then, mister smarty-pants, riddle me this: how much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?" I asked, almost lazily. Charcoal took a sharp turn to the right, and I had to momentarily increase the strength of my grip.

"Um... four?"

I rubbed my forehead. "Why is Saturn such an idiot...?"

"For your information, a woodchuck could chuck 33.333333... blocks of wood per day, if it didn't take breaks or get tired," I corrected. "And he's an idiot because he's a moron, Jou-chan."

"HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT?! And be quiet Neptune!"

"Make me," I teased.

"How were you not supposed to know that?" I looked over my shoulder to Neptune. "Jou-chan, were do we wanna head to?"

"I dunno," I shrugged.

"I can teleport there and smack you so hard, you... guy person!"

"Wow. I was actually expecting something more... insult-ish?" I sighed.

"THAT'S IT!"

I moved my leg, and the moment Saturn appeared with his Kadabra, he tripped on my leg and fell off of Charcoal.

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