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Ahh, there's nothing like the smell of a revived war tavern origen story in the early evening... Smells like... Victory.



Chapter 7

The Cosmic Shift.



The bat closed his eyes and awaited the oncoming impending doom... but it never came. Instead, there was a creaking noise behind him, then, a few seconds later, a loud scream/thud/oof combo in front of him.

Opening one eye, he saw a rather unexplainable sight... But I can try to explain it anyway; Aparently, the firing squad missed both him and Kate entirly, but the power behind the bullets carved perfect outlines of them in the wall they were lined up against directly behind them. Somehow, the rest of the wall fell forward and landed on them- all except for the previously mentioned outlines- which stood behind them like stone shadows.

"Hey, teach... We're not dead yet."

"Whaddaya mean? They take a quick coffee break or... Huh!" Kate unwrapped her ears and looked on in amazment at what had happened. "But... The only thing that can cause something like that is either an act of Animator[Please note: this is the cartoon equivilent of an act of God.] or... A Cosmic Shift!" "A what?" asked the bat, trying desperatly to undue his bonds. Kate was ignoring her pupal. She seamed more conserend with what just happened. "It couldn't have been me... I'm not that good- and it couldn't have been the kid... No trancendent has ever pulled off a cosmic shift..."

"KATE!!" yelled the exasperated bat through a blowhorn he pulled out of his pack. "WHAT THE HEY IS A COSMETIC SHIFT???"

"Not Cosmetic shift- thats something entirly different. As for a cosmic shift- well, when I was assigned to you I wasn't given the proper charts to describe it... Lets see here." Biting through her bonds(Hey, she's a mouse- they do that kind of stuff.) and getting a replacment cigar from a pack of them in her pocket, Kate grabbed a stick and started sketching on the ground. "Let me ask you something, ever see 'Star Wars'?" "No..." "Hmm... well that makes it difficult." She drew a stick figure (that looked, in all fairness, like the origonal Batman logo.) She then drew a globe underneith it, and a circle around both of the previous figures. "Ok, lets say THIS..." she said, pointing at the figure. "...Is you. Right underneth you is good old-fashioned Terra Furma; with its physical logic, laws of gravity, and other letdowns. This little wavy ozone-like thing, however, is imagination and cartoon logic. I guess you could say its kind of like magic, but I don't-Magic's on another level that you won't be going near if you have a sense of self-presurvation. Anyway, THIS..." she said pointing to the imagination. "...Has it's own rules, it's own logic, and it's own perks and letdowns. The way your backpack works is bound by this. The fact that Bugs Bunny can dig a mile-long hole faster then he could nomally walk is bound by this. in fact, EVERY toon is bound by this." she gave a thoughtful glance. "You know, I think some REAL people are too. But they are usually limited to only one thing, and they tend to missidentify it as 'Magic'. Anyway, in short, You live HERE." she pointed to Tera furma. "But you're bound by HERE." she added, pointing to imagination. "Now a cosmic shift is very rare, and sometimes even dangerous. Instead of reality alturing you by its rules, YOU alter reality by YOUR rules. Usually, it happens whenever an indevidual is in a dire life-or-death situation. I've never heard of a real-turned-toon being able to do it, but... I think you might just be the first." "You... mean I can... Alture reality?" "Don't get too power-hungry, kid." Kate said with a chuckel. "It's not that easy- reguardless of the shifter, it's an involentary reaction; like a hiccup, or a heartbeat. You can't just go alturing reality whenever you feel like it. Besides, it's kind of a burdon having to worry about others who might get hurt from a sudden change. Still, I can't think of any cartoon I know who wouldn't give up their anvil for something like that."

"Hey... What about you?" "Me? What about me? I can't shift." "I mean, what are YOU'RE abilities." "Oh... My case is rather strange- Every one of my past lives can do something different; Grog, for example..." As if on cue, her eyes glossed over again. "Now Grog time to shine." Bending over, Grog(in Kates body) grabbed one corner of the fallen wall, picked it up, threw the whole frekkin wall into the air, and stuck a fist skywerds, towards the falling wall. There was a smashing noise, and a bunch of dust, and when it cleared, it became apparent that Grog had punched the whole wall into two halfs.

Kate regained control. "As you can probably guess, I could never do something like THAT... Gives me the willys just letting him do it." "Um, what's your personal thing that you yourself can do?" "Hah, your my 5th student, and yet nobody's ever asked me that question before. Ok, let me see if I can still do this." Taking off her scrunchy, she wrapped it around her head, covering her eyes. Then she stuck her tail to the ground and started spinning around on it, faster and faster, until she looked like a multocolored tornado. Then suddenly, she stopped, landing on her head, and pointed forword, and said in a robotic monotone; "Carrotus Castle; home of the royal family of Earlong: 75 Miles." She then turned and pointed another direction. "Spookey old tree with a woodpecker living in it: 5 Miles" She turned again, this time, pointing to the confued bat. "Confused bat: 10 feet- oh, sorry about that." She turned and pointed again. "Secret abandon garden currently used by a couple of pre-teenage bunnies named Mike and Sam with nothing to do, who think it's the perfect place to go when their parents are mad at them: 20 miles." Then she pointed again. "Devan Shell's secret unknown inner sanctum, filled with designes for a time machine: 40 yards." After a few more points and descriptions, she took off her scrunchy and put it back in her pony tail. "It's kind of a rare power; I can locate practically anything, anywhere, any time- the only thing is I can't just look for any one particler thing, I have to get lucky enough to point toward it." "Heh heh... Dumb Mouse girl get short shrift. Grog #1..." "Shutup, Grog, nobody wants to hear what you think." "Never mind that." said a voice behind them. "What did you say was in Devan's inner sanctum?"



To be continued...