on rereading book 32

[grizzlys]

I can't believe you made me relive that garbage.

That is one of the most mortifying experiences I've gone through.

You should have just skipped to the next one, like you wanted to.

...

On second thought, go ahead and skip the next one too.

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oh god...

[grizzlys]

What the-- [Insert any not-very-nice word of your choosing here.

That thing, whatever the heck it is, knows her name, it knows the word Animorph, and it doesn't look friendly.]

Jake's fought some of the smaller ones in Xelly's nasty creature variety.

[ancient_insanity]

[No, it's not actually kind towards the human race, as it's even larger than the African elephant. Just looking at it, such a thing without an actual ahead and float without any wings obviously shouldn't possibly exist, but it obviously does.

The Black Guardian, however, is not hasty to do anything such as project a green stream of lightning that not only would hurt, but cause either fear or uneasiness. Or perhaps both.

Instead, it whispers more, its words cryptic.]

Elephant. Grizzly. Bald eagle. Dolphin.

So many forms. So little time... Yes, someone familiar, Rachel reminds us of.

[grizzlys]

[Great. It's cryptic. She should probably just morph and kick it's ass, but it is kinda huge. And kinda alien. She's content just to give it dirty looks for now.]

God, do I even want to know?

[ancient_insanity]

[Does it remind you of any other alien in particular, Rachel? Not that Black Guardian itself knows anything about that...]

Maybe you would want. Maybe you would not.

Should I tell anyway...?

[Xel'lotath loves to play her wicked, wicked games. Black Guardian isn't all that different from her maker. After all, they are psychically connected. What Black Guardian sees, Xel'lotath could also see, if she's tuning in that is.

The creature decides to chide on.]

Would Rachel worry? Would she get mad? Morph and try to do harm? [Eerily, it can snicker like the sinister sound is coming from everywhere at once.]

[grizzlys]

[Oh it does remind her of a certain annoying, rotten, alien and her mind immediately leaps to the Drode. She would tear that thing apart if she could. The only thing she possibly hates more than the Drode is Crayak himself.

Rachel, my very faovrite Animorph

Even the memory of it's mocking tone makes her stomach turn.

But this isn't the Drode, it's something else. Something else entirely and she doesn't like it.

One of Crayak's creatures, I presume. You bet I'll get mad.

[She got the grizzly pictured in her mind, but she doesn't start morphing, not yet.]

[ancient_insanity]

[There's more of that creepy snickering.]

Oh, Xena. Warrior Rachel. Our creator isn't the owner of an immense red eye. Her eye is actually green...

[Once more, it speaks like it's looking through her.]

Changing forms. Clawing. Biting. Try you might, but your attacks will not harm me.

[grizzlys]

[Not Crayak. Not the Ellimist either. Well that's no good. Some unknown threat. Some unknown omniscient threat at that. She didn't like it one bit.]

Look, obviously you know everything there is to know about me. So instead of showing off your knowledge about me, why don't you tell me about yourself!?

[ancient_insanity]

[Ohhh getting her angry may as well be the start of an actual game Xel'lotath would love to play. Xelly is beginning feeling that soft telepathic enabling from her Black Guadian. It's starting to distract her from current interests.]

What would you like to know? How much would you like to know?

Will that mind of yours stay protected...from madness?

[Yep, Black Guardian's taunting Rachel. Enticing her to try and do something.]