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The TIkkit Behind the Curtain

Having fallen to the ground when Unicorn ala Flambe had hit her with the low-grade electricity, Dragon quickly hopped to her feet.

"Enough!" Dragon said, creating ice prisons around each of the ABCDE--except for the griffin and the unicorn since Rose had them covered. Walking over to the ABC, Dragon picked Tikki and Ikkit up by the scruffs of their necks. Quietly, she growled to them, "You two are in SO much trouble for making those things without filing a proper request!"

Spinning around, Dragon walked back to the ABCDE, Dragon held up the TIkkit to the ABCDE and said, "Here, you gorram idiots! Here is your precious TIkkit!"

"That's the creator?" the griffin asked, surprised.

"Creators, yes," Dragon said. "The lot of you were made by a pair of cats. One is a high level genius and the other is a high level idiot--and both, as it is, happen to work for me. What is it you wanted with them?"

As it and the unicorn lowered to their knees on their forelegs, the griffin said, "Just to meet our makers."

After a moment of consideration, Dragon asked, "Are you going to behave now?"

"Aye," the griffin said. "We will not harm the creator of the creators."

Her mouth twitching in a smile--Creator of the creators, yeah right. I wonder what they'd do if they found out these two were left on my step by someone thinking I needed protecting?--Dragon said, "Rose you can relax. It's cool now."

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Requesting Help

Spotting the two people that had distracted Taran for a moment, Lord Avondale realized that they looked rather familiar. Nobodies of Dragon's friends Rose and Chazu. I wonder if the Nobodies and the Original know what their Heartless look like?

Before he could put any more thought into it, Taran drew Lord Avondale into a study-of-sorts.

"What is it?" Taran asked in all seriousness.

"Dragon's mother, Lizbeth, and her fiancee, Creighton, are back," Lord Avondale said, looking down at Taran. "From the dead." [+1]