Field Spell! Dimensional Patch!

As we drove off to the graveyard, I decided clear something up with Kenny.

“I’ll tell you this. Things are not black and white when it comes to who we fight. They are still human. Well, humanish for Morningstar and I honestly don’t know what the fuck Redlight is. But know that they aren’t all bloodthirsty whack-jobs. Read through their blogs, get to know them. Not only does it help you analyze them but it can give you someone to talk to. They can be as much your friends as they are your enemies. But nonetheless, don’t put too much of your trust in them, ‘cause the day may come when you’ll have to fight them. And as friends, the only thing y’all can do is give the best fight you can. There’s nothing more shameful than going easy in a fight to the death just because you are friends.”

We arrived at the graveyard a while after my little speech. Poor Kenny looked so jostled when we finally stopped. I supposed I should’ve warned him that the roads there were unpaved and the fact that my car is quite low to the ground which does not make the ride any more comfortable.

The graveyard itself is….well it’s different. It’s about 200 years old so I’m sure it was easily accessible back then but now it is hidden deep in the woods with poor excuses for roads. The gravestones that were probably once very beautiful are now crumbling apart. Police tape still surrounds the place from the events of last December. I guess they just did not bother investigating or gave up but the place still trashed. Toppled gravestones, dried blood, splintered trees, the works.

We went over the tape, and a little ways in before I asked Kenny “You feel it? We’re in the Patch.”

When you’re inside a Patch, it’s not like everything around you changes. The only think the feels different is that you have this weird feeling. It’s sort of like that tingling feeling you get when you receive an electric shock but your limbs don’t feel like they are numb.

You just know that something is off.

I took out a stopwatch and started to set it

“What are you doing?” Kenny asked.

“I’m making sure I don’t stay in here for too long. I can last nine minutes and eighteen seconds in here before I start to deteriorate health-wise. It used to be seven minutes but I guess I got used to it over time. By the way if you start feeling…off let me know alright.”

I cracked my knuckles and took out my toy Duel Disk (for anyone who is curious it’s the Duel Disk used by the villains in the Doma Arc, it looks so awesome). I focused myself and took the top card from my deck “I summon The Six-Samurai –Irou.” The ‘monster’ (he’s a human technically so it feels a little inappropriate calling him that) appeared, akin to how they do in the show and looked over and gave us a silent nod. I set up a training dummy and commanded for Irou to attack. He charged forth and sliced it clean in half.

I removed the card from the disk and Irou disappeared. I turned back to Kenny and grinned “What do ya’ think about that?” I said and saw that Kenny was just staring in awe at what happened. “There seems to be a large variety of what I can do with these cards. Especially the Spells and Traps.” I then proceed to show him a series of examples.

“Spell Card! Hinotama!” A fireball shot out and torched what was left of the training dummy.

“Spell Card! Psychic Sword!” A large sword appeared and I grasped it with my free hand. I swung it around to show it off before dropping it, watching it disappear when it hit the ground.

“Trap Card! Dust Tornado!” A large gust wind kicked up, gathering leaves and debris, carrying it a good distance before it dissipated.

“Pretty awesome isn’t it.” I grinned and Kenny just nodded in awed approval.

A thought suddenly came to mind and I removed the Duel Disk and clamped it onto Kenny’s wrist. “Alright, we’re going to see if you can do this too.”

“W-Wait, what?” Kenny stammered as I set him up. “Just focus your mind and go with it.” I said. He closed his eyes and took a card from the top of the deck. He put on a determined expression and shouted “I summon TheSix Samurai- Zanji!” and-

Nothing happened.

I scratched my head, “Um, maybe you gotta’ focus harder. Try again.”

He closed his eyes again and shouted “I summon Command Knight!”

Still nothing.

I sighed and bit my lip a little “I guess it’s different for everyone…”

I looked at the stop watch. Six minutes and fourteen seconds. I then looked up at Kenny. “Um…I think we should go…”  I said and motioned to my upper lip. Kenny, who looked paler than normal, rubbed there and noticed his nose was bleeding.

As we went back to my place I looked over to Kenny, his nose covered with bunched up paper towels. “I’m sorry.” he said softly.

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up. Like I said, I used to only be able to handle it for seven minutes. You didn’t do too bad.”

The next day, I asked Kenny if he remembered what happened yesterday and said “Of course.”

Given all the memory problems that I had, I guess it really does affect people differently.

Dimensions and Card Games

Well, Kenny is staying a little longer than we both anticipated. Temperatures decided to spike and I refuse to let him travel in this heat. So the training has continued, and I’ll admit he’s shaped up quite a bit. The kid definitely has potential to be one hell of a fighter if he put aside the pacifism.

But anyway, we had a conversation the other day about dimensional bleeding. Kind of.

“So can you tell me what’s going on with this whole Yu-gi-oh card experiment?” Kenny asked me out of the blue. “You’ve haven’t really told me anything about it.”

I pulled up a chair and tried to figure out the best way to explain this “Um, well…what we’re dealing with is sort of like dimensional bleeding but not quite. These are more like dimensional tears, rifts, or patches I guess. Here’s the best way I can describe the most common occurrence of this. Imagine if you are trying to get a couch through the front door of your house. But it won’t fit. So how would you get it in?”

Kenny gave me a confused look (I can’t blame him) and answered “Well, you could tilt it maybe, or trying to bring it in through the back door.”

“Correct! Hell, if you have a window that’s big enough, you can try to get it through there. But there are some people who don’t necessarily think as reasonably as we do. Their solution to the problem would be to drive a truck through their living room wall and bring the couch in that way. I believe that occasionally Fears take this approach.”

“Okay…”

“Look, it’s pretty well established that the Fears come from another dimension and their powers seem to border on godly. But something is holding them back. They are capable of so much destruction. Our world should be in tatters by now. There’s something that is keeping them from going all out.” I  had to stop for a second when I realized how disturbing that statement was. “Maybe it’s because our dimension is too small, maybe if they come over here at full strength this whole place would go straight to hell and, well, that just sort of ruins their purpose. I don’t know, I’m just spitballing here. Now, let’s say there an instance were it needs more power than normal, like when Slendy went all feral and attacked me, or any of times when He has slaughtered whole masses of people. It quite possibly could have happened when He went on a rampage after He didn’t get the satisfaction of killing Gargoyle.”

I realized what I just said and saw Kenny look down sadly

“Sorry…a tad too soon I suppose.” I said in a solemn tone and waited a little bit before I continued. “It’s going to take a little force to get through that doorway. It’s going to push so hard it’s going to make it wider than it should be.”

“So how does this relate to driving a truck through a wall?”

“Well, after you smash that hole in the wall, your living room is now exposed to the elements. Bug, leaves, small animals, and what-not are going to end up in there. And God help you if it rains. Our dimension is now exposed to the Fears’ dimension.

“But wouldn’t it cover the whole world then?”

“That I haven’t really figured out yet. My best guess would be that it depends on the size of the hole. I also have a long-shot theory that the Fears patch the hole up or the dimension patches up itself. Either way the…elements of that dimension are lingering around in ours. I also believe that these things can be created when the Fears use their powers for long periods of time, like the Wooden Girl at..um…his facility…”

“Overseer’s?”

“Yeah, yeah, him. Also I think it can happen when multiple Fears are in one area at once. For example when they came to confront..gah what was her name..?”

“Aura?” Kenny looked at me with a touch of concern.

“Yeah, Aura! Ah, I’m sorry…”

“Are you okay?”

“Sure, yeah. I’m good. My brain is just…frazzled is all.” I lied. “I’m sure you’ve had one of those days right?”

“Yeah I guess.” He said and he obviously decided to put the conversation back on track “So what does this have to do with Yu-gi-oh cards?”

“Well back in February when..” Another name escaped me “…Aura’s friend tried to save her, she said he took a prop sword and made it into a real one. So I began to experiment with this, and…well this is going to sound nuts but I can make these cards real. Manifest their powers.”

Kenny looked at me like I had lost my mind but I guess he decided to keep going along with what I was saying “Alright so how do you get it to work?”

“Well think of it like this, you know in Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger how Gai can fuse the ranger keys of Go-On Gold and Go-On Silver together so he can make Go-On Wings and be both of them at once.”

Kenny just stared at me blankly as everything I just said went completely over his head.

“Okay, how about in Digimon 02, in the second to last episode, when all of the Digimon’s digivolved forms were all gathered at once.”

“I was a little too young when that aired.”

I scratched my head and sighed “Um…how about when Peter Pan tells Wendy and her brothers to think happy thoughts to fly.”

“Okay…I know what you are talking about now, but I don’t see what one has to do with the other.”

“Well I believed that this power is manifested through wishing or willing it. I don’t know the limitations of it though.

“So the Fears’ dimension is a magical place where wishes come true?” Kenny asked with a raised eyebrow. Did he…Did he just make a smartass remark???

“Well not exactly, I think this is more what happens when you blend two dimensions together .”

“You realize this sounds nuts right?”

“Trust me, I still have a little trouble believing it myself. And most of what I just said is not exactly set facts…” 

Kenny seemed rather skeptical about everything I just told him.

“Don’t worry. I’ll show you how this all works. Just give a day or two to mentally prepare myself, alright.”

“Yeah, sure.” He said as he seemed to become a touch more accepting of it.

The rest of the conversation consisted of little questions and answers before I went to make dinner.

So yeah, you get to see me be awesome. BRACE YOURSELVES PEOPLE!!!

Now, I am off to prepare for the demonstration and perhaps force Kenny to watch all 51 episodes of Kaizoku Sentai Gokaiger. He seems like someone who has watched Power Rangers enough to appreciate it, right?   

Visitors!

So what have I been up to the last couple of weeks you might be asking?

Well I have been entertaining a guest. Kenny has hitchhiked his way over here to avoid suffering from a heat stroke.

I was actually a tad surprised to read in his post that he considered me normal. Guess my Asperger’s didn’t show that much. I’m not really sure what he thinks of me now that he’s been around me.

Personally, I find him to be a good kid. It took him a while to open up but once he got comfortable he seem perfectly normal. It does give me a small chuckle that we both have trouble making eye contact. And yes, he actually does have a striking resemblance to Kenshin. He also seems really intent on investigating this dimensional bleeding stuff (I will get into my explanation on my theories on it some other time).

Well the first week focused on me getting to know him and getting him healthy. The poor kid looks like a stick. There was a lot of eating and sleeping (especially on his part), and gaming. I taught him some of the basics of playing Yu-gi-oh. I will admit, he catches on pretty fast to this game.

The last week has consisted of training. I figure if he’s going to be Running, he needs to be ready for any sort of confrontation. I’ve learned that from Feral Slendy, the Eyes, the Black Dog, and I honestly will not be surprised if I somehow find a way to piss Moriarty and his militia off. Yes, I’m not a master at anything save for blowing shit up, but I’d like to think I’m a jack of all trades when it comes to melee combat.

So I’ve started the training regimen with simple exercises; the daily run, push-ups, I’ve snuck him into the campus’ gym to go through the various routines (Personal note: after the first day in the gym; weight lifting is simply out of the question for him).

Then we started working with actual combat. I feel like Kenny has fighting potential, he has a general grasp on using his staff and his lack of height can be quite advantageous for him in some ways.

The problem is that he doesn’t have the spirit. He looks so fucking frightened when he tries to show what he can do. His staff, Lily, just trembles in his hands and you can just tell through his eyes that the dominating thought in his head is “I don’t want to get hurt. I don’t want to get hurt.”

So today I thought I’d up the difficulty a little and threw him into a sparring match. See what he can truly do under pressure. y’know?

I may have gotten a little overzealous.

I didn’t really go easy on him for a first time match. I was using a wooden sword to clash against his staff. He was just on the defensive the whole time, shakily blocking what I threw at him taking a blow to an arm and leg once in a while.  I decided to surprise him by giving him upward swing for him to respond to but there was no response to it and he was hit square in the head. I was quite surprised to find that it had knocked him down and drew quite a bit of blood. I think he was on the verge of tears as well. I was a rather frustrated and needed something to get him retaliate.

“It’s no wonder you can’t protect anyone, you can’t even protect yourself.”

The next thing I felt was the wind getting knocked out of me. I staggered back and found that Kenny had hit me square in the chest with Lily.  “Don’t you dare talk like that! You don’t have any right to say that!” I gasped for air as I took a blow to the side of the face and a few good strikes at my ankle. I looked at him and thought he was on the verge of something in him burst. Instead he stormed off and I think he might have muttered something at me that I didn’t catch.

I will admit that that was a dick move on my part.

A big one.

I really should have thought that through before I said it.

I’m kind concerned now because Kenny hasn’t come out of his room for quite awhile.

If you can read this, I’m sorry.