"Uh... yes. That's me. Listen, I just wanted to talk to you for a second..."
"Yes! You did just wanted to talk to me for a second! For I am Mxy!"
"...yes..."
"THE MIGHTY MXY!"
"...you sure are. I'm not sure how much of our conversations you hear when Mick is in charge, so I just wanted you active for a minute so I could fill you in on the mission."
"Mission! The mission. That I'm going on. For I am Mxy. Mxy's mission. Mission: Possible!"
"Yes. That mission. I guess..."
"See, it's like the TV show, but I changed Impossible to Possible. It's wordplay. Mxy likes wordplay!"
"He sure... you sure do. Listen, we're going to Berlin..."
"Berlin is where the pictures come from. The German pictures."
"I'd imagine so... so, it's you, Tobias, Kristogar, and myself. We're raiding the tomb of a nazi war criminal in order to see if he's been buried with the Liber Vitae, or any clues to it's whereabouts..."
Danny stopped to consider the ridiculousness of what he was saying. But only for a moment.
“I can fill you in on the exact details next time we speak. I just wanted to give you the rough idea.”
”Thank you. I like cows. For I am Mxy!”
“Okay, yeah, cows are pretty good…”
”Delicious.”
“Anyway, we’re all packed. We just need to get to the airport.”
”Done and done! Mxy can do! Do that! It’s done!”
Danny wondered what he meant by that when he felt the building start to tremble. It started slowly, but soon picked up in both force and volume.
<…he’s not doing what he I think he’s doing, is he?>
“I hope not, Hal…”
The sound of tearing metal and splintering wooden beams filled the air around them as the building was ripped from it’s foundations. Danny thought he heard screaming from the other rooms.
<Oh, shit.>
Danny was thrown to the floor as the building shot upwards and begun to hover.
“Mxy!”
Ktl, in Mxy’s form, floated freely in the middle of the room.
”To the airport.”
Danny looked up from his place on the floor, to the room’s window. He could see treetops outside, lining the waterfront. The treetops began to move, picking up pace.
Now, trees beginning to move of their own accord would just be silly. Which meant, in Danny’s mind, there was one real possibility.
“Mxy! What the hell are you doing?!”
Ktl stopped. The building stopped.
Everything stopped.
”…taking us to the airport.”
“Put the building back exactly the way it was. Now.”
Looking up, Danny thought he noticed the yellowish light that exuded from Mxy’s eyes fade for a moment. Just for the briefest of moments. It almost seemed as if it was replaced by a darker light. But… only for a moment.
”Okee dokee artichokee.”
Danny stumbled and fell to the floor again as the building shot back the way it came. It planted itself back on it’s foundations, and strange noises echoed around them as pipes and wires repaired themselves. Wood and concrete re-molded itself. The building was settling back, exactly the way as it was.
This went on for a minute, and Danny listened silently. Eventually… it stopped.
“Mxy…” He said softly, once he was sure that the work was finished. “I want you to listen to me very, very carefully.”
”Okay. I shall listen. For I am Mxy,” Came the reply, just as softly as Danny’s remark had been.
“Do not do anything without clearing it with me first. There are some things you just shouldn’t do. Lifting up a building and throwing it across the island is one of those. And the list continues well beyond that. If you’re thinking about doing anything like that again… Ask. Me. First.”
There was a brief silence. Danny thought he saw the darkness once more, but that could have been his eyes playing tricks on him. He was still dizzy from the spinning building.
Danny blinked, and realised Mxy was still shining brightly.
”Okay.”
“Good.”
If Ktl had been more adept at interpreting human emotion, he may have seen something in Danny’s eyes that amounted to doubt. Or perhaps suspicion.
