Thread: The Majestic Tale of a Box and a Tornado (Starring Frogger and CaptainNexus616)

Something had happened Jikan was certain of that much as the TARDIS shook out of control but before he could answer Nevada's question, a wave of vertigo swept over the young hybrid before blacking out and falling to the floor. What was happening to him now? That was the question drifting through his semi-conscious mind. Fragments desperately trying to connect and form thought, thought began to take form in a blurry dreamscape for Jikan. It was a beach, that much was certain when or where he did not know. A heavy rain and wind assaulting this landscape as the Time Robe looked around in panic for Nevada thinking she was pulled into this chaos he was experiencing. Then gold tinted brown connected with the site of what was on the water surface before him. A tornado, tall as Honnuji Academy's spire itself, wider than the dome the school sat in. Then something came flying towards him and all went black. Hey! Jikan! consciousness began to return as he heard her voice calling out for him. Naturally the instincts imprinted into his core began to stir awakening Jikan from whatever caused his sudden black out. Jikan? a sharp intake of breath prompted his eyes to open as the room began to register into his mind. The lights barely on at the point as he forced himself off the floor from where he fell. I'm still here... a groan escaped his lips as he spoke feeling pain shoot through his new body with arms slightly trembling as he pulled himself up into a crouch before standing back to his full height. Gripping his head Jikan couldn't ignore the intense pounding his skull was feeling, it was as if Gamagori had just decided to use his head as a punching bag. Turning his eyes towards Nevada, the Kamui immediately noticed the wound on her skull and how pale her features already become. Your hurt, he stated moving towards his wearer before placing a hand on her shoulder and one to her head where the wound was. Just hold still and give me a minute, Jikan muttered as the gold tint in his eyes brightened slightly. It was impossible for Jikan to use his powers to turn back time and heal the injury, that would create a paradox. Something H.G. warned him multiple times not to do with his abilities. Instead Jikan was stimulating and speeding up the tissue cells around the wound, prompting them to repair the damage that would have taken at least a week in just under twenty seconds. A gold outline would form around where the injury was along with a small itching sensation and before long the cut was closed up. The moment it was done, Jikan stepped back taking a deep breath, panting as if he ran a marathon. It wasn't the first time he did such a thing, but it wasn't supposed to take this much out of him from such a simple injury. Something was definitely wrong here and if it wasn't for the splitting headache, he was feeling this would be a lot easier to understand. A moment later H.G. quickly entered the room with concern in her eyes for her two Companions. Oi, are you two alright? She asked as Jikan chuckled still trying to get air to his lungs before nodding. No thanks to your driving, Time Lord. Jikan said with a hint of sarcasm no doubt picked up from his time with Nevada as H.G. pursed her lips. Very cute Stiches. H.G. remarked. I'm not even sure what happened to us but it completely drained the TARDIS of its remaining reserves. I have it on backup power now but as its stands...we are out of gas. she said before seeing the blood on Nevada's face and hair. Hey are you alirght? She asked with concern as she move to inspect the wound only to find nothing. Its alright I already took care of that...just took a bit out of me... Jikan said