Chapter Forty-Six: Magical Chaos

Irish plops down on the land hard, her head swirling. The world flickers between colour and black and white for several minutes, her eyes burning from the freaky sensation. Finally, the world calms down, though she can hear the faint sound of gagging and a familiar voice yelling "No wonder you feel nauseous you dark magic fucker!"

"Dad? Do you know where we are?" Irish asks as she clings uncertainly to her notebook. He just stares into nothing, unable to say anything.
"Dad?" Irish panics, questions running through her head. What's wrong? Where is she? Why are there tears pooling in Tyson's eyes?

Kipp answers what Tyson cannot.
"Irish, in Brooklyn Heights, I felt a sudden surge of dangerous energy that required me to transport your family - and fuckwad over there - to a safe land. I thought I felt everybody in the family and used their life source to transport us here, but I missed your mother. I missed her because there was some life source energy around her from a plant that confused my senses into believing that she was just a tree. In my hurry, I didn't double check, and now she's stuck in that alternative universe without her family." Irish doesn't know what to think. She didn't have the closest relationship with Roxanne, but for her to be suddenly abandoned by her family without any reason is devastating. Only the visible heartbreak on her father's face prevents her from slugging her "soulmate".

As Tyson starts sobbing at the sudden loss of his wife, Irish only has one question.
"Why does my Dad have a green hole in his head?" Isadora gives out a harsh bark of a laugh, brushing through her slicked back hair.
"The alien dude said that the magic is unreliable, and that it needs to settle down before everything returns to normal. That's why my hair looks like it has horns and my shirt is now purple."

"Oh Roxie!" Tyson wails through Isadora's speech. Kipp looks down sadly, unsure how to comfort the guy who basically has just had his wife killed by him. He supposes he should just explain what he did, hopefully calming down the raging inferno that is Irish as well.
"I'm sorry Mr. Marlin about this. I did my best to get Irish and everybody to safety. There was some sudden malevolent energy swarming around your brother's residence, and I couldn't risk it hurting Irish. If he had gotten to Irish somehow, he could have gotten to me and twisted my magicks and killed everybody in that universe, if not others. There's still the chance that if he's a magical creature, he could still come here, but his magics will be weakened. The only reason mine is not permanently damaged is that magic is rather senitant, and knews that my actions are of good intent. I just wanted to save Irish and everybody here from a fate worse then death."

Yes, Kipp isn't actually having fun watching all this misery, it's just a weird side-effect of the magic he just used. As Tyson continues to break down, Tylar thinks that she likes the look of this new house more then the other one. It's warm and inviting. Though she doesn't know if there are any other green hallways of hell in the inside of the house. She decides to sneak into the house, hoping that everybody just calms down when she's inside.

Isa feels numb through all this confusion. Well not numb. She isn't sure what she's feeling. She knows that she's feeling confused, and slightly upset. Not enough to be sobbing like Tyson is, but she's upset nevertheless. She never got to apologize to Roxanne about their fight before this all happened. She'll never get to have the mother-daughter relationship she's always craved deep down. Isa looks at her sister's anxious pacing and wonders how she's feeling.

Irish is feeling many chaotic feelings, blurring together into one lump mass of irrational anger. She fucking goes over to greets the neighbours, and look what happens to her! She gets stuck in this swamp town (even if she admits to herself that the house is rather nice) with two psychos claiming that they're aliens (even though it's hard to dispute that they used magic to yank them here), one of whom claims she's his soulmate (even though her heart pumps furiously when she's around and she wants to grin stupidly whenever his purple-blue eyes meet hers). She's furious, but she's also happy, and it confuses her.

Kipp's attention turns to Isadora's soulmate, feeling justified in lashing out on the dark magic abusing son of a bitch.
"The only reason you're here is because I refuse to separate soulmates, even when they're manufactured by dark fuckers like you! Why the fuck would you sacrifice your soul for forced love?" Kipp's eyes flash bright purple, even though his magic is temporarily weakened, it still flashes with his fury. Calloway looks confused at first, then he glares back at Kipp.
"Way to assume the worst, you jackass! I'm part Fae, that's why I have a soulmate!" His own eyes flash a dark golden colour, angered by the accusation. "My grandmother was a pureblood water fairy, and though she was a traitor by marrying a mortal, she was still able to give her gifts to one child and one grandchild. Just because you haven't learned to use your magic properly doesn't mean you have the right to accuse me of doing something so vile and disgusting!" Kipp blushes, his cheeks a rusty red.
"But-I checked if there was something else. I only saw alien and mortal blood!" Kipp squints his eyes, searching for something. "It's faint, but there. And active. I-I'm so sorry." Kipp looks like he's about to cry, he was so mean to somebody for no reason. Calloway shakes his head.
"I understand, if I thought you were anything other then a pureblood alien I would jump to conclusions too. And Isa, we'll talk about why I lied to you when we were children later." Isadora gives a softer glare as a response to Calloway's words. She will know everything about her soulmate!

"But-I checked if there was something else. I only saw alien and mortal blood!" Kipp squints his eyes, searching for something. "Fuck, I'm such an idiot! It's faint, but there. And active. I-I'm so sorry." Kipp looks like he's about to cry, he was so mean to somebody for no reason. He holds his hands, as if to pray. Calloway shakes his head, seeing that Kipp is about to start a forgiveness ritual.

"Forget the ritual Kipp, I understand why you did what you did. If I thought you were anything other then a pureblood alien I would jump to conclusions too. And Isa, we'll talk about why I lied to you when we were children later." Isadora gives Calloway a look that gives a shiver up his spine. "Why don't we go inside and talk then? Let's just get your father set up in his bedroom, I think needs some time by himself to grieve." With that, Kipp and Irish are alone outside.

"I'm sorry all this happened. It's not what I thought our first meeting would be like. I was thinking more like dim lights and flickering candles and a five star meal. Not this insanity." Irish looks up from her notebook, where she had been tearing holes in the pages in her fury. Her anger fades to a hum as she looks at the teary-eyed gaze of Kipp. "He's really sorry about this." Irish doesn't know if she can ever be mad at him if he looks at him with those sparkling eyes.

She stands up, brushing off the grass that clung to her skirt.
"Are you mad at me?" Kipp asks uncertainly, his voice trembling at the thought of his love rejecting him.
"A little, I guess. It's just so sudden, and I understand your reasoning...but I just need a bit of time. You know?" Irish looks down at her feet, unsure of what to say. She wants to say something that will make Kipp feel better, but it would be a lie. And she hates lying, it just messes everything up.

Irish can tell that Kipp is upset, but not overly so. More disappointed, like he was hoping for something else.
"This stinks like horseflies. I understand though, I just..."
"You just want a happily ever after, right away. It doesn't happen like that, you have to work at it." Irish and Kipp both sigh.

"We'll work at it together. I would have taken things a whole lot slower if it wasn't for that dangerous energy. I didn't really tell Tyson the truth, while the energy was at his brother's place, it was focused towards one person, some male I do not know. I'm still nervous about this man. He is extremely strong, from something unnatural. I'm still not sure of his identity or creature status, only that his anger seems to be focused towards you and Tyson." Irish gasps, who would hate her and her father.

"Tyson? But he's like a goofy teddy bear?"

"A teddy bear who's a police officer, who arrests dangerous individuals daily. To them, he's nothing like a teddy bear, more like a grizzly bear. And if he knows something he shouldn't, and it involves this universe as well, that-that would be bad."

 

Irish starts to shiver as the seriousness of the possible dangers of this man hits her.

"Are you alright?" Kipp asks softly. She shakes her head, looking deep into his glittering eyes.

"This is too much, we were so happy. Why would somebody hate us so much that they would hunt us down like rabid animals?" Irish isn't normally a weak person, but all this information is too much for her to comprehend.

Kipp shushes her softly as he wraps himself around her. She feels like she should fight, but instead she feels comforted. The tears start to flow as he holds her. Saying nothing, just being.
"You know, he might not do that. He could just leave us alone, we could only be a small part of a malicious intent towards the whole town. My magic isn't fully functional yet, especially with specifics like that. I could be completely wrong." Irish shakes her head.
"But you're not. You wouldn't have transported us if you didn't believe we were in danger. But we'll face it together, right?" Irish doesn't care if she's being forward, she knows he loves her. And she thinks she loves him too, even through all this drama.
"Together." Kipp whispers as he gives one last squeeze. "Let's go inside, I decorated the house in a previous trip to this universe. I want to see if you like it. I hope you do, I don't have anything to renovate it anymore."

Chapter Forty-Five: Irish and Kipp, sitting in a tree...

Irish starts giggling insanely, this is just so weird. Seriously, a clone? Tyson just shakes his head.
"You show Tylar around the house, alright Irish? I need to stare at a mi-I need to leave for a little bit. For...work stuff." Tyson dashes into the bathroom to (not) deal with his mid-life crisis, leaving Irish alone with the wary-eyed child.

Irish just doesn't know what to say to this messy haired girl. It's so weird how much she looks like Tyson, from the hair to the eyes to the nose. The only thing that's different is the child's gender. Did Tyson have an affair with his twin or something?
"So...who are you? Tyson said your name is Tyler?" Tylar gets all huffy, her childish face scrunching up with what Irish thinks is supposed to be anger. She just looks like she's about to sneeze.
"It's Ty-lar! Tyler's a boy's name!" Irish smirks softly, definitely spirited like Tyson.

"Whatcha looking at me like that for? I'm not stupid you know!" Irish starts stuttering, what a fiesty little girl! "Look, can you just show me my room?" Tylar snips, tired of standing in this weird grape hallway.

"Watch your tone, I don't have to be talking to you right now Tylar." Irish isn't sure if she likes this fieriness anymore, not when she wants to do homework.
"Sorry bio-sis, I'm just really tired. Being cloned is a tiring process, with all the poking and cells forming and stuff." Irish looks immediately apologetic.
"Sorry Tylar, I forgot. I just I'm so shocked about you being here. And my name's Irish, not bio-sis." Tylar merely shrugs, she likes bio-sis better. "Anyway, let's take you to your bedroom. It's around your bedtime anyway."

Irish rushes off, and Tylar's stomach growls softly. Maybe she should have asked for a meal before demanding to see her bedroom.
"Too late now I guess." Tylar mutters softly as she runs in the direction Irish disappeared to.

"Well, I think Tyson though you were going to be a boy or something. This is awfully...orange. But I'm sure that Tyson will renovate the room to whatever you want, all you have to do is ask." Irish knows she would vomit if she had to live in this creepy orange dome.
"I like it bio-sis, I've never had a bedroom before!" Irish shakes her head as Tylar jumps on the bed. Tyson's clone indeed.

Irish tucks the girl in, humming a soft song under her breath until the little girl falls asleep. She peeks into the room, smiling softly as Tylar looks a lot less mischievous when she's in dreamland.

It isn't Irish's bedtime though, so she works diligently on her homework.

Okay, so maybe not so diligently, all she has is a whole bunch of random doodles all over the page.
"There's just something weird in the air, like the feeling of chalk. Not necessarily wrong, just...weird." Irish mumbles to herself, slamming the book shut as she goes to explore this odd sensation. She's been a lot better about going with her gut feeling ever since she met ghost Ned in the backyard.

"Why does this new house smells like fish?" Irish asks herself as she wanders to her new neighbours house. She heard that Aliens were moving there, and the idea excites her. She's seen Calloway Kizzik around, and if he wasn't Isa's mate...yowza! That glittering skin, that beautiful blue hair...what could beat that?

She waits impatiently as she seems to wait at the door for hours. She's about to go home when...

...A shiny coco-skinned he-hulk comes out. He's hot, but Irish isn't really into older men, and she instintively knows that this man already has a mate. Someone...blue? A water nymph?
"Is there no available hot guys in this town?" Irish mentally moans, and she's startled when the man in front of her laughs. "Did I say that aloud?" Irish asks, and he shrugs.

"Your thoughts are rather loud, quite extravagant. No, exuberant. That's the phrase, yes? I cannot block them, I am sorry., Welcome to my home, come in." Irish is slightly disturbed that this male can read her thoughts, but she's curious about what an Alien's house looks like. Maybe he has a pet dragon? Plus, maybe he has a hot water nymph/alien son that she can eye-hump?"
"Yes, yes, hurry up madame." She blushes and rushes in.

She wanders into the home, looking at awe the grand pillars and dark colour. She would never want to live in a home like this, but it looks like royalty or something! What Irish finds odd though is that the alien magic seems to make things flicker and shimmer at odd times, like it's incompatible with human items.

She stops staring at the flickering decor, and meets eyes with the most handsome boy she's ever seen
"W-wow. I c-can't believe it. I would have never be- oh, I can't believe I have such a beautiful soul-mate. Wow." The beautiful alien stutters softly as his gaze meets hers.

His skin glitters, and is lighter then his fathers. He has soft purple eyes that pull at something in her heart, like his soul is beckoning to her from his eyes. She literally wants to swoon.

"Mm, I could so dip that." Irish thinks saucily, her eyes gleaming with lust. The alien boy laughs, then tries to cough.
"Remember, my father's still in the room, he can hear every thought of yours. You might want to keep things...kid appropriate for a while." The "until he's gone" isn't spoken, but Irish somehow knows. Irish's face grows tomato red as she realizes that not only the alien father heard her sexy bitch thoughts, but the hot alien boy too.
"Um, maybe I should just leave-"

The alien boy looks scared. "No! I mean, you're my soul-mate, Dad knows that. For human soul-mates, the, erm, sexual thoughts are strong. You can't really help it, I was just joking with you. I thought you would know, we feel like there's alien in your family." Irish is starting to get really weirded out by all this. She knew Calloway was an Alien, but she's never heard about all this psycho soul-mate stuff.
"I don't even know your name, let alone know if you're my soul-mate. Just because I think you're hot doesn't mean that I want to be with you forever." Irish is about to turn away, but he puts her hand on her shoulder.

"My name's Kipp Isfianiti, and your name is Irish Marlin. This soul-mate isn't some made up shit I'm doing to get laid, it's real. Look I know it's soon and everything, but I aged up in my homeland. When I knew who you were, I had to move next door, had to be near you." Kipp looks at Irish, his purple eyes glistening. Irish isn't having any part of it though.
"And that doesn't sound creepy." Irish stated in a sarcastic monotone.
"I know, I know. It's how we are though. You must know, there's an alien at your home."
"Calloway, he's Isa's boyfriend." Kipp looks astonished for a moment, then he nods knowingly.
"That bastard. No wonder you didn't know. I bet this Isa girl doesn't know either." Irish is becoming more frustrated as this conversation continues.
"Didn't know what? What the fuck are you talking about?" Irish has the sudden urge to stomp her feet.

Kipp looks over his shoulders, searching for his father over his shoulders. After a few seconds, he shakes his head softly and looks back at Irish.
"Well! Come on! What's going on?" Kipp looks straight into her eyes, and suddenly she feels warm and glittery.
"Irish, Calloway Kizzik is a half-blooded creature, not full-blooded like me. And no, don't look at me like that!" Irish is sheepish as she stops her death glare. "It doesn't matter to me what kind of blood Calloway has, really. Our children will be half-bloods, I have many friends in my home planet that are halfies. It's just that he can't have soul-mates like this, unless he performed some dark magicks."

"What the-" Irish is just confused now, she's spent all her anger. Magic doesn't exist. Does it?
"Wait Irish. Fuck, I have to move the plan up. Irish, darling, please forgive me. We're in danger, we need to get out of here now" He starts to chant, and Irish wants to speak out in protest, but she can't. It's like her voice is frozen. She suddenly feels very dizzy, and falls to the ground. Swirling black. She feels like she's flying into the unknown.

Tylar is starting to really like this place. Sure, she's doing homework instead of sleeping, but how could she sleep in her first day of existence? After a few minutes of long division, she stops suddenly. Goosebumps scatter all over her arms and legs, but yet she feels warm. Unbearably warm.

Tylar goes outside to clear her head and cool herself down. She takes a deep breath of fresh air. But she doesn't know what to do about this weird, queasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Suddenly, the air starts to shake, the land trembling uncertainly beneath her feet.
"Wha-" Tylar starts to scream, but she suddenly pops out of existence.