![]() " You're terrible at Geography," Mimic counters. "Bass, don't listen to her, she's terrible at Geography." "No they're not," Arcadia immediately says. "Continents are just really big islands," Mimic replies, dropping her hands onto her head. ![]() "Aren't they con- continents?" Bass asks, verbally tripping over the slightly-unfamiliar word. "They're big floatin' things of land in the middle of the goddamn ocean, of course they're islands!" "The fuck they don't!" Mimic exclaims, throwing her arms up. "Mimic, countries don't count as islands," Arcadia informs her. "It's not really that big," Mimic says, waving her hand dismissively. "How long can it take one fucking plane to get its steel-plated ass over to a bigass island like this?" "It's been three minutes since the damn barrier went up," Bass mutters. Well, not actively, anyway - Chaud is providing the viruses for Mimic and Bass to command, and ProtoMan is. If she were using ProtoMan's Cross Fusion, she'd have access to the Poltergeist Program instead, but Chaud and ProtoMan are still on temporary leave, so they're not taking part in this test. It's Arcadia's Cross Fusion that gives Mimic access to the Empath Program. "They're coming," Arcadia - Mimic's primary NetNavi and Chaud's secondary NetNavi - replies, before Mimic can. After sharply gesturing for his team of assorted viruses to spread out and mingle with Mimic's, he jumps up onto the rock next to her and turns to face the ocean as well, squinting. He looks around for a moment, then spots her up on the rock. Her enhanced hearing picks up his footsteps almost at the same time, along with the footsteps and whatever-they-have-steps of the various viruses following him.īass - an independent NetNavi who wears a cloak all the time - cuts some bushes out of the way with a Dark Arm Blade and steps through the remains. Mimic is distracted from the audio transmission for a moment as the Empath Program - a kind of psychic ability that allows its user to sense the emotions and thoughts of those around them - lets her sense a familiar mind coming toward her. "That's awesome !" ProtoMan gushes happily. "We have yet to find anything that can match your speed or Arcadia's," Dad replies. ![]() "Is anything as fast as us?" ProtoMan, Chaud's primary NetNavi and Mimic's secondary NetNavi, wonders. But they're too far apart at the moment for that last one, so they have to speak out loud. They have a connection between their souls that allows them to read each other's minds - they can sense each other's emotions and thoughts, see each other's memories, even speak to each other mentally. "Not everything can be as fast as us," her twin brother adds. Yuichiro Hikari, the inventor of the Cross Fusion that Mimic is currently using. "Calm down, Mimic." The amused voice of her dad comes from the audio transmission between her and the control tower. She rolls her shoulders, stretches her wings, and purses her lips - not that anyone can see that last one, because her beak-like mouthguard covers the parts of her face that her feathered hood doesn't, aside from the dark eye-holes. "Is it even moving?" Mimic wonders, tapping clawed fingertips on her crossed arms. The viruses are a mix of fliers and non-fliers, and as soon as the plane gets close enough, the flying viruses will be sent out to attack. ![]() A team of viruses her twin brother - Chaud - summoned via his Battle Chip Gate mill around below her, just as impatient as she is to get this test started. Her talons make faint clicking noises as she taps her foot on the rock she's standing on. It's still some distance away, but she can see it just fine - enhanced eyesight thanks to Cross Fusing with an owl-Navi does wonders for superhuman abilities - and she's impatient. ← Previous Work Part 6 of The Mimic Series Stats: Published: Completed: Words: 362335 Chapters: 27/27 Comments: 11 Kudos: 28 Hits: 949
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