The three members of the CMC gave each other a look, then turned back towards me.

"Are you Ree... Rah... Ro..." Applebloom stuttered out, starting over each time as the name sounded wrong.

"I am Ryuko, yes,' I confirmed.

"Rarity wanted to talk to you as soon as possible!" Sweetie Belle belted out, "She's in her shop right now, I'll go get her for you!" she chirped happily. With that she ran off, followed closely by her two friends.

"Wait up Sweetie Belle!"

"Don't just run off without us!"

"Why is it when I watch them... I get an overpowering sense of foreboding?" Senketsu asked.

"That would be because they are destruction incarnate. If anything stands between them and their quest for cutie marks," I responded, directing my gaze down to look Senketsu in the eye-scarf, "It will inevitably end up covered in tree sap."

Senketsu waited until they were completely out of eyesight to ask "What is that?"

"What is what?" I asked irritatedly, starting to wander off. I didn't exactly wanna be there when they arrived with Rarity in tow. God only knows what she wanted to talk about.

I looked over where he was telling me to... and there on the ground something caught my eye. It was... for lack of better words, a REALLY large marble. Cats eye, blue and purple. It was really pretty looking. Oh god, am I now magpieing after every shiny thing I see on the ground?

I picked it up, balancing it on one hoof. "Well, it is rather pretty, but why were you making such a fuss about it?" I asked.

"For starters, it wasn't there from before when those three showed up, and secondly it... it kinda feels like life fibers," Senketsu confided.

"Really? It just looks like a glass ball... although I guess since the scissor itself is hardened life fibers any kind of configuration is possible." I rolled it around in my hoof, admiring the way the sun made it light up. "Whats it doing on this side of the portal though? I guess that means they're gonna start making trouble for real on this side too..." I grumbled. It was then the small globe lit up, light pouring from inside its depths.

“Let those who value the freedom of all sapient life and the beauty of nature call upon the name of Medulla," called out a voice, echoing in my head without sound, "In your hour of need and I will lend aid… Or if you want to hang out or whatever that's cool too.”

"Medulla?" I asked, the light dying down. "Never heard of him. Maybe he's an ancient guardian or whatever from Equestria's past?"

"You don't know? And here I was thinking you knew everything," Senketsu teased.

"Beside the fact that that's physically impossible, there's bound to be some things I don't know about all three sides. Equestria has to have some things related to its history I can't account for, I've only seen my worlds version of it through the medium of a tv show," I explained. "And everything relating to you is getting drained though an 'equestrian girls' sieve. So, think we should call him?"

"You... you're asking my opinion?"

"Of course, we're a two man group, All for one, one for all."

"Well then... I say we call him. If he starts trouble, we can just 'show him the error of his ways'." Senketsu said confidently.

"Well then, I guess we're unanimous. Heeeeey, Meduuuuuulla?" I trilled, rolling the marble back and forth on my hooves. "Come out to plaaaaay-eee-aaaay?~"

"That... why are you doing that?" Senketsu asked humorlessly.

"Its... damnit Senketsu, it's a reference to a movie."

Nothing happened for a few moments, then an unnatural pressure grew around us.

"Whats happening?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know?" I retorted, standing my ground as the wind whisked around us.

The speed of the wind grew, kicking up leaves and whirling it in a circle around us. It built till a hole opened in the air above us, vomiting out a bipedal figure. It posed as it hit the ground, adopting a disco pose with jazz hands as it cried out.

"Heeeereeee'ssss Medulla!" it called out... assumably, psychically.

"... the hell is that?" Senketsu asked incredulously.

"That... I think... Are you... A Mewtwo?" I asked, my confusion seeping through into my voice.

"Yes, I am a Mewtwo... Why do your clothes talk?" he asked, looking us over as he did.

"Uh... he's a soul attached to a substance called life fibers?" I offered unsurely. What the hell was a mewtwo doing in Equestria? Wait... he heard Senketsu? Oh, duh. Psychic pokemon.

"...You can hear me?" Senketsu asked, amazement tinging his words.

He let out a wry chuckle, the sound echoing around us, "Of course I can here you, anything with thought I understand. 'Life Fiber'," he paused, giving us a closer look, "that sounds familiar..." He seemed to recognize my outfit and appearance, "'Kill la Kill'? Never actually saw the show, but I was interested and I know bits and pieces from reviewers," he paused, giving us a closer look, "Oh, you got gender-bent, funny thing is you're not the first of us I've met that got turned female."

His words... didn't add up. He knew about Kill la Kill? If he was actually an age old guardian of this world, how could he possibly... wait... what if, "Are you... were you a human?" I asked hesitantly. "Are there others here? How many? And," I thrust the marble towards him, "What is this? Senketsu said it felt like life fibers, but after... well, meeting you, that doesn't seem like that likely of an idea."

Medulla levitated the mega-stone in front of himself as I tossed it to him, "This is a mega-stone, it enables me to become even stronger. Taps into my true power, as it were, so no its not life fiber... I was right, I'm the first Displaced you've met. I hate to front load this information, so suffice it to say, there's lots of humans that bought stuff at a con, and got teleported to a version of Equestria and given powers based on what they bought." I looked around sensing hostility and ponies searching. "Is somepony after you?" he asked.

"No! Why?" I asked, a bit too much emotion in my voice. I don't know why I was so worried, if he wanted to he could pry into my memories like an onion. He was going to figure out what I had done sooner or later. "Okay, so maaaaaaybe Rarity might be after me for yoinking a bunch of her gems. Or to find out more about Senketsu."

"No, it's not that per say, Rarity is there with Twilight," he confided, looking off into the distance. "Rarity want's to go full designer mode on you and 'Send Cat Soup', and the name 'Cheshire' keeps bouncing around in Twilight's head. You need a distraction?" he asked, turning back to me.

"Twilight? Yeek. It is too damn early for her to find out about me. And fuck no to Rarity getting her grubby mitts on me. I hereby ask that you please kill me before she can get me into a dress. Please, yes please, and holy god please yes please to the offer of distraction. If you could just lead Twilight and the others away from the castle, and meet me at the portal? It's a mirror thing in the middle of the castle." I took a second to think, what if he could- "Can you take a peek inside Twilights cabasa, see what all she's done to the portal and the portal room? I just wanna know if she's booby trapped the room, with magical sensors or something."

"Naw, she just knows when individuals go through the portal. She wants to make a spell that places a tracker, but that hasn't worked yet," he said in a reassuring tone. "You head that way, I'll start making explosions to get the princess's attention." he said with a wry smile.

We made it back to the castle without any problems. I had to wait for a few minutes for Medulla to reappear.

He did so by teleporting right in front of me and scaring the bejesus out of me. Fucking asshole. And then he had the gall to boop me on the nose!

"Stop that!" I belted out, swatting away his... uh... hand? Paw?

Medulla didn't respond, instead turning his attention to a stack of unused paper. He levitated a piece of paper over and began writing what I can only assume was a letter. I wasn't reading it over his shoulder, so I have no idea what it said.

"Can you write a note for me too?" Senketsu asked suddenly, surprising me. "I can't explain this desire... but I really want to leave a message saying 'I really like your mane', for Twilight. Would that be alright?"

He didn't know any of the memes, did he? Could he be unconsciously leaching information from me while I sleep?

"What?" he asked in a genuine tone at my confused gaze.

Or maybe it was just coincidence. "Nothing. Just... a weird request."

"Sure," he said, adding it to the end of his note. "PS: Senketsu likes your mane".

"Now we really should get going through that looking glass." he said a little too flatly as he stepped through the portal.

"No, wait!" I called out, ineffective due to the fact he was already gone. I rushed over to the note he left, smearing a line of ink with my wing over Senketsu's name.

"Why are you-"

I cut off Senketsu, "Rarity knows your name. I don't want her blabbing to Twilight that she thinks I'm the pegasus based on your name."

"If she could even remember it properly," he retorted bitterly.

"Oh come on, Sending Katty Soupbowl," I said playfully, diving towards the portal, "She'll get it eventually."

I came through in a roll, and I bounced up on my feet. I looked around for Medulla, but the only one here was some teenager who was... staring at me.

He wore a black and yellow baseball cap, turned backwards 'leik ah gangstah'. He had a one strap backpack he had slung over a white, red and white hoodie, topping a pair of black shorts that reached past his knees. Boring, red and white sneakers. Just your average teenager. His hair though... it kinda looked, for lack of a better word, 'anime'. There was just a big tuft of black hair sticking out the front from under his hat.

"You... wouldn't have happened to see where my friend went, would you?" I realized with a start I wouldn't actually know what he looked like on this side of the portal. He'd presumably be human, but I had no way of knowing if he kept his pokemon form or not. "He's... well... he might be wearing white... and purple?"

The kid fell on the ground laughing, after he composed himself he said, "Nope this is me. Do you have any idea how nice it is to be able to talk again?" After standing back up and dusting off his shirt he said, "So, anything I can help you out with on this end?"

"You're... but you..." I stammered. "You look so... normal." I poked at his back, half expecting a pair of wings to burst out and ruin the image. I had a start of realization.

"You.... you're psychic!" I exclaimed, jabbing a pointing finger in his face. "I know this is a bit much to ask," I clasped my hands together in suplication, "But do you think you could probe the minds of the student body, see if anyone actually knows where Rarity is?" He gave a pointed look behind me, at the empty parking lot.

"Okay, yeah, it's Saturday. I bet if we waited a couple hours and headed into town we'd be able to find at least one of the main six. Wanna catch a movie? All the actors are weird colors, but an action movie is still an action movie." I mentally thwapped myself for not realizing it was him from his skin color.

He scratched his chin and said, "What movies are playing? It's seems sad to say but all I remember from before I was Displaced was all the media I ever consumed, nothing about me... Oh you should take this back," he said as he tossed the cats eye marble thing back to me, "That is my token, it's how you summoned me and how you can do it in the future. Sorry I tend to ramble."

I tucked the orb into my puke green fanny pack, and pulled out the smart phone I had bought. A quick search from the nearby theaters revealed the lineup to be... lacking.

"Five different romance movies... The Drifting Bottle; A woman visiting the beach discovers a note in a bottle. Over the course of a year she grows to know the castaway intimately. Love R Us; a couple working at a toy store go through emotional backlash. Grime, the Movie; A remake of the 1978 classic Grime, its a classic boy meets girl love story, updated to modern times! Ever White; While visiting a ski resort, Braided Guide(played by Biceps Mc Muscles) encounters the love of his life(played by Fair Hair). Landscaping; in this quirky comedy follow the exploits of Picture Perfect, a model who must decide on her career... or at a fleeting, distant chance of love." I screwed up my nose in disgust. ten movie slots, and five of them taken up by trashy chick flicks.

"Any of that sound interesting to you?" I asked in amusement.

He let loose a low snicker, "Have you ever heard of MST3K or riff-tracks? Which one is the oldest and sounds the worst?"

"Don't know the first one but I have heard of rifftracks. Lets see," I flipped through the menus, checking the release dates. "Seems like Grime's been out the longest... Holy crap I think it's this worlds version of Grease. Do you remember what year Grease came out? You have access to 'all media' or whatever, right?"

"Way before my time, I just watched in on TV and stuff, and it's not all media just the stuff I saw and played. But none the less we must riff on that movie. Even if our references go over the heads of everyone else," he responded.

"They may not appreciate our input," I said deviously, "But really, that's half the fun! Quick question, how much of your powers still work? Like, if they sent in their staff to get rid of us could you 'jedi mind trick' them into leaving us to ourselves?"

"The only thing that's been effected by the transformation is that I need to eat more often," he said, rubbing the back of his head like an anime protagonist.

"Oh. Well okay then, wanna go get brunch or something? The first showing for Grime is... eleven thirty five. We got plenty of time to kill."

"Hope you have some money cause I could eat like Goku," he said with a slight blush.

"I currently have..." I wracked my brain, trying to remember the exact amount. "Three hundred and forty thousand in my account, but I can only pull out a thousand a location otherwise it'll trigger my theft protection safety thingy. So here's hoping you won't pass that. Otherwise, feel free to scarf down as much as you want!" I stated happily, digging out my wallet from my shorts to flash my card at him.

He smiled, "Great, I'll stuff my face, and then we can riff on Grime."

"Find, breakfast food," I said statically into my phone.

"I found, FOURTEEN places near you that match," Gari, the mechanically synthesized voice of the rudimentary assistant program stated. He really was creepy, I was going to have to figure out how to turn his voice off so he was only text.

"Chinese is not breakfast food. Neither is Spicy's Steak & Grill. God you are bad at this Gari. Hey, there's a Danny's about ten minutes away, that sound good to you? Also, you don't have a problem with motorcycles, do you?"

He stared at me blankly, "Show me the map and I'll have us there right away."

"Nuh-uh. I'm not leaving my bike here, it might get stolen. I've had it for less than a week, I'm not going to let something happen to it just because I was too lazy to take care of it," I argued.

He sighed, "Fine, plus might not be such a good idea to teleport around in a non-magic world," he let out as he walked over to my bike.

I've been wondering about that honestly," I said as I straddled over the seat. Medulla got on behind me, hooking his arms around my waist. "Magic can be used here, so who's to say that there isn't a few wizards running around screaming 'magic missile' while being chased by some eldritch horror?" I kicked the ignition, and we rode off. A cop across the street gave us the stink eye as I exited the parking lot, but I wasn't breaking any laws.

"All I meant was that the average person is either unaware or incapable of magic under normal circumstances." He paused for a couple seconds, his head tracking the people we passed,"Though it does seem that most of them do think that something odd has been going on the last couple of months."

"The two movies have already happened," I thought as hard as I could at him, doing my best to give him an outline of the plot for Equestria Girls and Rainbow Rocks. Twilight goes through Magic Mirror. Twilight meets alternate Mane Six. Previous student of Celestia becomes corrupted by magic, Mane Six use Friendship and Harmony to defeat her.

Second movie, Sunset Shimmer -I thought about how she looked, focusing intently on the words 'Bacon Hair' over and over- Is good guy now. Part of Mane Six, technically. Ancient Evil Bad Guys called the Sirens shunted into this world by the unicorn Starswirl. -Guess he decided 'fuck it', let the populace that CAN'T protect themselves from them deal with the sirens.- Somehow only became a threat recently. Tried to magic mind control everyone. Defeated by Sunset Shimmer -Bacon Hair, Bacon Hair, Bacon Hair- Twilight Sparkle and the Mane Six. Closing scene showed there was a Scientist Twilight on this side of the portal.

"Didjoo get all that? So yeah, everyone has a very good reason to think odd things are going on. They are, after all."

He tried to hide it, but I saw the line of drool trickling out of the corner of his mouth."Mmmmmm, baaacoon." he murmured. He snapped out of it quickly, "Sorry, it's been over one thousand years without most meats, my metabolism isn't as efficient as a human."

"Sorry for focusing on that word then," I said, turning left onto a street with a stupid name. "She just has bacon hair. Gotta say, it's nice actually being able to talk to someone while riding. That's the main reason why I got rid of mine in favor of a car, they don't exactly allow for pleasentries. Still, a car can't compare with the freedom a bike grants you."

He twitched against my back, repositioning himself to look behind us. "Somethings are tailing us, not to closely. I can't really gauge a threat level. At least some of them don't seem hostile, and one definitely is not from this town."

"Not local?" I asked, taking a few choice turns that would lead us in meandering circles for a few minutes. "Probably someone from the Kill la Kill highschool. Ouran or something, I can't remember. That might be something else entirely. Whatever, they can follow if they like. Senketsu and I'll put a pounding on them if they try anything. If you don't end up mentally bitch slapping them out of irritation."

He laughed at my suggestion, "Their are two ways to deal with a tail; try to shake them off if you think you can handle them in a fight, or if you think you can handle them make them think you don't know their there and let them make the first move. I like the second because I always like to work with more information."

"Okay then, can you create a dopplganger in their minds for our tails to follow?" I asked. "I'm going to turn left up here, just make them think I turned right and lead them on a merry little chase for a while."

I couldn't see it, but I could almost FEEL his smile burning against the back of my head. "That's actually more intensive than I usually allow myself, but not even an issue. Just one or would you like two?"

"No need to let them know exactly what's going on, Let them wonder what the hell happened." "I stopped at the stoplight, letting the tips of my toes reach the pavement. It really was disconcerting being so damned short. As the green light lit up, I lifted my feet and twisted the handle, jerking us forward with the bikes surprisingly quick acceleration. This bike was freakishly good, handled like a dream, could probably kick up some serious shit if I opened it all up.

I turned left, and a few seconds later a van roared off behind me, swerving through the lanes and around random cars. I looked off behind me as the van tore through the street like a bat out of hell. "The heck did you make them see? Us being maniacs? I hope they don't figure out no one else can see 'us' before we can get away..."

"The most powerful illusions are the ones we want to see. They wanted a high speed chase, so I gave them that," he responded.

"Bully for them," I stated, finally pulling into a parking lot. "Danny's..." I let out a low groan while looking at the sign above us. "Its a freaking Dennys. Not that I'm complaining, but someone should be suing. They better not serve instant eggs."

He did a mighty face palm, the flesh of his hand striking his forehead with a satisfying slap, "I don't think IP law's hold for cross dimensional infringements. I think this is this universe's version of Dennys. At least I can get plenty of food here. Plus I can get you up to speed on being a Displaced."

"About that," I started, putting down the kickstand and swinging my leg over the side. Medulla instead simply... floated off the back. "This... marble thing. It's what let me call you, right? If I had one of these, yes table for two," I confirmed with the overly happy waitress.

"Anything I can start the happy couple off with?" she asked, a grin on her face that threatened to break her jaw with its width.

"We're not, whatever. Can I get an iced tea?" I said, waiting for Medulla to say what he wanted as well so she would just go away and leave us alone.

"Just some milk for now," he said to the waitress without looking away from the menu. After the she left he turned his glance to look up at me, "Yes others could call you for help, the trick is finding something that represents you to send out. After that you hold the item, say something like I did, 'I'm blank, I do blank because blank, If you need help blank,' then you let the void take it and send it to multiple universes. Of course the message is very flexible. If you can add titles, or say what type of person you want to help and if they are against you morals you'll fight them, or you can say you'll help out anyone for a price, it's really up to you."

"So it's basically an answering machine on a dimensional string," I stated dryly. But the wording I used... it got me thinking. "Thread... so it should be something that represents me?" I asked as he returned a nod.

The waitress came back shortly, my tea on tray and a short glass of milk for Medulla. "Have you two decided what you're going to get yet?" she asked, her voice too sticky sweet to be normal for a rational human being. I guess if you're working at a Denn-, sorry, a DANNY's, then you have to be a tempered sort of crazy. Or just have the ability to bullshit your way through the day.

"I can't say for my friend, but I'm not going to order anything off the menu. If at all possible, I'd like a pound steak, cooked medium."

"Uh," her smile faltered for a fraction of a millisecond. "Well, would you like a side of hash-browns?"

"No, just the steak," I responded.

"Would you like anything on it? Our marina sauce is simply-"

"No. Just the steak, PLEASE," I reiterated.

"Anything for me?" Senketsu joked.

That got me thinking. I'd need to get something to help replenish blood. And I really should transform more often than once a day, who knows what not getting any blood frequently would do to him until we become more closely fused.

"Actually, excuse my rudeness, can I get..." I tried to remember what foods promoted blood recovery. Fruits and vegetables? "A fruit bowl, mostly kiwi, pineapple and... banana slices?" She wrote down furiously in her little pad thing, smiling all the while.

"And for you, sir?" she asked, turning to Medulla.

"Let's see, I'll have the The Lumberjack Slap, The French Toast Slap, and extra bacon and hash browns on the side," he said, then realized how large that all probably sounded and added, "I'm... ah... running a marathon tomorrow."

"That all?" the waitress said sarcastically, obviously convinced he wasn't going to finish it all.

"No that should be all," he said, rubbing the back of his head and smiling shyly as he handed her his menu.

"Well then, just sit tight, and we'll have that out for you two in a jiffy!" she sashayed away, humming to herself.

"You, me, bathroom, now?" I asked, getting up and making my way to the public restrooms. "It's not like our food is gonna be ready any time soon."

"I don't think that will help people's perception of us as a couple," he said with a wry chuckle as he got up.

I stopped, the implication having not occurred to me. "I... whatever. Let them think what they will. I need to give Senketsu some blood, and wile I'm in that state you can run me through the marble making process. If I'm right, I should be able to make it from one of his strings and some of my blood, right?"

Thankfully there was only one bathroom -another thing this place had that was different from any Denny's I had ever been to.- that was a unisex. I pulled Medulla in after me, and locked the door so we could have some privacy.

"You really need to stop saying 'marble', it's called a token. Mine is just a round stone that looks like a cat's-eye marble," he said mostly mentally.

"Oh. Okay. Token... that does sound cooler." I placed a hand to the nob on my gauntlet, when something occurred to me. He was being cool up to this point, but I was essentially about to get almost naked in front of the guy. Oh well, not like it was MY body. "Okay, so you've seen snippets of Kill la Kill, right? So you know full well whats going to happen. If you utter even one wise crack regarding Senketsu or how he looks on me or how I look wearing him, I will probably hit you in the face, just for principles sake."

I didn't wait for him to respond, pulling off the nob and letting the needle in my glove to puncture the flesh and deliver my blood on a straightway right into Senketsu. He responded greedily, sucking at it as he transformed around me. Finally I stood there in Senketsu, my shorts and fanny pack having mysteriously vanished sometime during the transformation.

"Okay, so how do I do this?" I asked.

"Well you said you were going to make your token. I might be able to help shape it if you'd like. Also, I don't see what the big deal is, if you think about it I'm almost always naked," he said with his hand in his hoodie.

"Hey Senketsu?" I asked, trailing a hand over his fabric. "Can I get a single string? I'm going to cut it off, but you should be able to regrow it from my blood..."

"Gimmie a sec," he said, squirming around until I felt a loose thread poke its way between my fingers. "There, you got it?"

I responded by simply pulling it, cutting it off at about a foot. "Okay, so I just... concentrate on it and it happens?" I asked. "And Senketsu, try to draw as much blood from me as you can safely at the moment, I ordered some grub to help replenish what you take."

Senketsu didn't respond, instead I simply felt my body... subtly begin to heat up. A blast of air came out of the vents on my back as well.

"Well you need to say something while concentrating on it to let the Displaced on the other end knows who you are and what type of Displaced you are Good, Evil, or Neutral," Medulla clarified.

"Okay." I held the string up to my mouth, biting my lip to let a line of blood fall into my hand. I stared at it, silently willing it to become... something. Anything. What the hell did I want it to be? My gaze fell upon my other hand, my scissor half still clutched in a closed fist.

That could work.

The string and the pooled blood glowed, slowly solidifying as I closed my eyes in concentration. I opened them again as words sprang to my lips unbidden. Okay, so a little bit bidden. Okay, so extremely greedily bidden.

"Hey assholes! Apparently there's a shitton of you guys out there, so if you ever need someone with super strength -and a sword that can cut through anything, give me a call! I will of course be expecting compensation, I'm currently living out of a motel and every little bit helps..." Yeah, I wasn't exactly hurting for money anymore, but if I was gonna be stuck in this world for the rest of my life three hundred thousand wouldn't last me all that long. And I technically had to pay Rarity back for that. Eventually.

I looked at the now formed token resting on my palm, a small pair of red scissors. I couldn't exactly test it, but I assumed it was made of hardened life fibers. Comparing it against my scissor half was kinda fruitless, seeing as it was identical. Well, the finger piece, anyway. I didn't exactly 'ask' for the thumb piece, but oh well.

"Now what?" I asked, sensing as Senketsu returned to normal around me.

"Drop it, or throw it, the void will do the rest," he responded, leaning against the sink.

I threw it at the wall, watching as it did exactly the opposite of what he said it would. What it did instead is it sank into the wall, all the way up to the handle.

"Did I... do something wrong?" I asked in concern.

His face held a look of shock, "Never seen this before, not that I've seen every Displaced make their token. If I had to guess I'd say push it down or in, or which ever way it naturally goes."

I tried to push it further in, but it soon became clear the only substance it had pierced was the drywall of the restroom wall itself.

"Shit... lets get out of here," I said hurriedly, thrusting the scissors into Medullas open hands. "Even if it is my fault I don't want them blaming it on us."

We made our way back to our table, and I caught a stink eye from the waitress as she made her way to another table. I hadn't put too much thought into it, but maybe medulla had been right. God knows what she thought we had been doing in the bathroom.

We parted company shortly after leaving the restroom, and he went and said something to the waitress. He quickly returned and sat down, "I love messing with people like that," he said he settled in.

"Oh god," I moaned in embarrassment, cupping my face in my hands. "Please don't tell me, I don't wanna know." Where the hell was our food? I sipped at my tea, trying to erase a certain mental image.

He chuckled, "If the chef is to be believed should only be three more minutes before the waitress can get it."

"The first portion, I assume?" I asked, thinking about the mountain of food Medulla had ordered. I hope he ate fast, otherwise we wouldn't make the showing, even if we teleported there.

His eyes lit up, "Well how ever much it is, we still have some time, so would you like to see a magic trick?" I said holding up my new pair of scissors in one hand.

"Sure. As long as it isn't a magic trick from the Joker. I don't think they'll bring us any more food after that," I joked.

He waved his other hand in front of the scissors and they were gone, "Ta Da, you're now officially summonable by other Displaced... Man that was way easier now that I know I can actually use Teleport."

I grabbed his hand by one finger, lifting it and moving out of the way. "Nothing up your sleeves, I presume?"

"Nope... You just wanted a look at my muscles, admit it," he said jokingly.

"I got more muscles than your skinny ass," I shot back. "Seriously, are your arms string spaghetti? They better hurry up with that food, if we don't get some in you stat you might shrivel up into nothing."

He let out a hale and hearty laugh, "Finally another person who can turn my jokes back on my. You should know that how strong I look has nothing to do with my true strength. And not even considering that, physical strength alone can only do so much, knowing how to use it is more important."

"My body can literally lift a thousand pounds... theoretically. According to the show's logic. Anyway, the girl on the show was shown doing impossible things regardless of her body size, so I know precisely well enough to not 'judge a book by the cover'. I mean, pretty much every big bad guy in the show can throw around buildings, eat them with a side of gravy, and digest them to create homemade projectiles. Somehow. The show gets crazy."

"I haven't stress tested myself yet, but I took a hit meant to level a small town and still had enough juice to take that guy out and tear a hole in reality with a move not never intended to do something that complex. I did pass out afterwards but the point still stands."

"Well you are a Mewtwo," I said, "Isn't he like the most powerful pokemon in the mythos? I'll be honest that I don't know all that much about it what with all the other legendaries they kept pumping out for movie sequels, but he was the first one to top everyone else. That makes him canon in my book, and everything that came after him just money grubbing corporate sell outs. I mean di you see the abominations they made for White and Black? Giant ass white retardo chicken."

"For the longest time Mewtwo's stat total was the gold standard for highest potential, then they made Arceus and then he set that standard for a while. Now Mewtwo's mega evolutions are right on top with Mega Rayquaza." He sighed, "Though like I said in game stat total is more of a measure of potential then it is raw power."

"You can still basically rewrite reality, right? God tier," I cut off as perky mc wide smile brout us the first of MANY dishes. She plopped down my steak, and three others ladden with Medullas food. She then went off to get more of it. "At least in my opinion," I said, cutting off a piece and stuffing it in my mouth. God, I hadn't realized how hungry I was.

"I wish," he said as he scarfed down his food, "I'm not quite strong enough to wipe something from history as an example, but that's mainly because it seems that every legendary has it's domain. And in that domain they are almost unmatched, for me that's the mind, but to avoid the temptation and stigma surrounding total mind control and other such high level psychic stuff I prefer to stay within certain limits." He had already finished half his plate at this point to my amazement, " Although combat wise, I did go tow to tow with what might be considered a god of space. I don't think he was actually at full power, the stuff he was doing was very draining on his powers so he was fighting with his hands tied so to speak. I'm not even sure I killed him, it felt like he was about to, but the universe ejected him before it actually happened."

"Damn. Would you have though?" I asked, "Killed him, I mean. If you had the choice."

"I still would have, but you decide for yourself. He's the reason the Crystal Empire disappeared in my universe, Sombra going insane just happened to occur before hand, he was trying to override my universe in a way that was slowly degrading it, and in his desperation in the fight he decided to try and completely flatten a near by town full of innocent ponies who were already suffering from some of the effects of his metaphorical raping of the universe, and getting rid of him before he was finished would allow the universe to repair everything he did. Would you do anything to stop something from doing that and undue the damage already done?" He immediately started pigging out again.

"I'd kill someone like that in a heartbeat if it meant protecting someone innocent," I stated resolutely. "Honestly I'd prefer to stay within the 'grey margin' of violence, but I like to think that if I had to I could do what needed to be done. If I continue following the events of Kill la Kill, I'm going to end up leading someone to their death," I paused, studying his expression. "Spoilers. The main characters mother is the big bad evil guy. Final episode, instead of accepting defeat she reaches into her own chest, and tears out her heart. If I want to save this world, I'm more than likely going to have to go directly down that exact same path, and do nothing as she kills herself."

He gave me a reassuring smile, "The nice thing about being a Displaced is that sometimes you surpass the character you became. Many times knowledge of the future, or at least too narrow knowledge, leads to creating that future, like in the old myths. But other times, and these are very rare, and the future can be changed. In the first type the 'prophecy' sometimes takes itself into account and shows what will happen when it is acted upon, the second is when knowledge of the mostly likely future without intervention. The problem is figuring out which one is in effect, if it's the first you could drive yourself insane as you create what you tried to stop, if it's this second you could sit idly by while everyone drives the world into the ground when you could have stopped it. Honestly, I'd just do what comes naturally to me and damn the consequences, I live the way I want so I'll take whatever life throws at me because of that. Sorry for the lecture, I just think about this stuff a lot."

"So what you're saying is, I don't have to play by the script?" I asked, reaching around one of his plates to get to my salad bowl.

"When you boil it down, yes!" he said before really digging into his meal. He even used his powers to subtly levitate random foodstuffs into his waiting maw.

I wasn't able to match his speed, but incrementally I was kinda eating as much of my food as he was of his. In less than a half hour, he was sitting across from me with each and every one of his plates cleaned to an almost dishwasher clean level. I paid for everything -almost ninety bucks, with all the drinks he refilled.- , and left the waitress a fairly large tip for what service she had given. Twenty bucks for lifting almost twenty pounds of food sound right to you?

We left and got back on my bike, taking a moment so I could check the location of the theater on my phone. A ten minute ride later, and we had paid for our tickets and had our backsides glued to the theater seats through a combination of sweat, popcorn grease, discarded bubble gum, and a layer of soaked in soda that rendered the floor into a sticky death trap.

"Not exactly the cleanest place, is it?"

"No, but I'm pretty sure even the cleanest theater would look horrific under a black-light," he said as he tried to ignore the filth.

The movie started, and the main character showed up on screen. "Oh god it IS Grease... guys a poor substitute for Travolta, though," I griped. He just didn't have that 'cool guy' appeal. He had the looks, but his voice was just... different.

"Oh my, and their replacement for Olivia Newton-John... They do understand that she's supposed to be an sweat girl with, who's never metaphorically let her hair down," he responded quietly.

We spent the next hour and fifty minutes mocking this movie, and just as the credits rolled Medulla said, "Well the one thing that stays the same, the lesson: If the person who you find the most attractive currently doesn't like you the way you are, change everything about yourself."

"You know there's actually a fan theory they're dead at the start of the movie? People speculate that they both drowned at the start, and them flying off into the clouds at the end represents them both escaping from purgatory. I know you're not supposed to try and apply logic to a musical, but if you did it would kinda explain why everything was so weird and... 'not making sense'. Then again..."

"I can't think of a greater punishment than being in high school into your thirties," he laughed as he got out of my seat.

"Being stuck in kindergarten?" I suggested, following him out. "Although with that option you get afternoon naps. Anyone who doesn't appreciate a good nap is crazy."

"Someone is waiting for of outside the building, want to run or confront them?" Medulla asked.

"What's their intention?" I asked curiously.

He paused a couple seconds and said, "I think information, but they seem violent."

"Violent? Is it the same people who were tailing us?"

"Maybe, but the person waiting is just one person, before it was several," he elaborated.

"Can you get a name, at the very least?" I asked. "Male? Female? I'd rather confront them than not, but every little bit of information helps."

"Male, definitely male. I can give you a title, 'Boxing Club President'," he said with a slight shiver of what I assume to be disgust.

"TAKAHARU FUKURODA!!!" I bellowed out, waving my arms above my head dramatically. "I WILL MAKE YOU BLEED YOUR OWN BLOOD!" I turned back to Medulla after my little outburst, "Did he hear that? If yes, how's he taking it?" I asked with, I will admit, a little too much enjoyment in my voice. This guy was the Glass Joe of Kill la Kill, of course I was going to mop the floor with his face!

"Yes, mostly confusion about how you knew his name. They wont let him in so let's go say 'hi' to our new friend." Medulla said.

"Yeah, lets!" I chirped. And then stopped. "Or I can just stop acting like a little girl. Whatever, don't care. Lets go beat up a boxer!"

We made our way to the front of the theater, where a certain diminutive boxer stood waiting for us. They weren't letting him in, which was quite apparently starting to piss him off. He hadn't resorted to throwing his weight around though, I guess for the good of the theater. He might be Glass Joe, but Kill La Kills version of Glass Joe was still strong enough to take on any normal person and walk away without a scratch.

"Oh Haruuuuuuu?" I trilled, drawing his attention, "Didja get my text message?" I turned to Medulla, "Or would that have been considered a voicemail?"

He smiled and said, "Let's go somewhere less public, unless you want what comes next to get more attention."

"This shouldn't take too long, this guy's a pushover," I stated confidently.

Takaharu didn't take well to this, his cheeks burning red and his mouth twisted into a scowl. "You?Y.y.y.y.y.y.y.you DARE to insult me so? Do you know who I am little girl?"

"Takaharu. Nicknamed shortstack because of... problems revealed one time at a public bath house," I lied, watching as he got even more flustered.

"It's not true, she's lieing!" he yelled frantically turning to and from to tell as many people as he could, "It's perfectly normal sized, she doesn't know what she's talking about!"

"Boxing club president and part of Satsuki Kiryuin's hit squad. Not important enough to receive a three star suit, as evidenced by your lapel," I said, pointing a finger at the collar of his coat, where two angry red stars swam with blackened lines.

"Shut your mouth little girl!" he yelled back at me.

"Wasn't that also one of your nicknames?" I probed.

"No! It isn't! Shut up! It doesn't matter who you are, I'm going to teach you a lessen you'll never forget!" he dashed forward, calling out his attack just like he had in the anime. "He moves into a right straight!" But it's really a corkscrew. God this guy was an idiot. Did he really just start every fight like this? Even with his Goku Uniform, how the hell did he ever win if he always called out what he was going to do?

"But it's really a corkscrew!" he crowed. No. Flippin. Duh. For Reals? I like, never would have like, guessed! "TEK! KEN! FUN! SAI!" he called out, his glove seeming to blur into a twisting movement with each frame of existence it moved closer to me.

It was alright, in the anime Ryuko and Senketsu had shrugged off this attack like it was nothing. But... was I ... forgetting something?

Oh shit. I hadn't engaged Senketsu yet! I was still just regular highschooler strength at this point! I WAS GONNA GET MY ASS HANDED TO ME!

I flinched, my eyes closing shut involuntarily at the pain I knew was going to be coming shortly. Except... it didn't come. Not even a little. I cracked open my eyes, to see Takaharu struggling with his glove motionless in midair less than a couple inches away from my face.

"What? I..." I turned to see that Medulla's eyes were glowing, and he had his hand outstretched to point at the glove. "Uh... thanks?"

He floated Takaharu back a few meters and turned to me, "This one's on the house. I'll end this in three moves, then you'll be in a crater unconscious. But after all this is over make sure to give a message to you boss, I wont be here for long but Ryuko has me on speed-dial so play nice."

"I'll leave you in the dust in one, TEK-," the pint sized wonder started.

But before he could finish talking Medulla teleported in front of him and yelled out, "Mega Kick!", and kicked him in the crotch. As he flew into the air, Medulla teleported to where he would be in a few seconds, 'standing' horizontally in the air. Medulla closed his eyes and seemed to be concentrating on his right arm. Just before the little shitstain reached him he shouted, "Focus Punch!" ,slamming him in the chest so hard that he almost literally broke the sound barrier. When he hit the ground there actually really was a crater. When Medulla landed next to the crater he was barely able to sit up, he asked in a scared tone, "How much life fiber?"

Medulla let out a scary laugh, "None, and to answer you next question I'm not human." And with that he fired a ball of energy directly at him, knocking him out cold. Medulla finished by teleporting his uniform off him and giving it to me.

I took the shorts, shoes, and helmet in one hand throwing them up in the air and unfolding my scissor with my other hand in one fluid movement. I held it down to the side, as if I was holding a sheathed katana. I popped the nob from my glove, and before the transformation was even finished I had struck upward, rending the fabric into nothing more than broken threads. They were quickly absorbed by Senketsu, and I returned to my 'normal' self all in the span of five seconds.

"Nukitsuki, Sen-i-Soshitsu!" I exclaimed, turning back to Medulla. I wouldn't say I was skilled in iaido, my 'profession' was in an entirely different branch. But despite that, I still remembered some of the terms. "A movie and a quick bite to eat, you really know how to show a girl a good time, huh?" I joked.

"I should hope so," he said, craning his head to the side. He paused for a second, then turned back towards me. "Rule one of fighting; Never underestimate the opponent, sub rules include; don't get caught monolog-ing and if you're going to get them angry be ready for them to fight stupid."

"Right, got it," I snapped, a flush of heat migrating its way across my face. "Don't do stuff the bad guys do in cartoons. Otherwise I might end up in the same boat they find themselves in. Got it."

"I've had trouble with that rule sometimes, but I'm working on it," he admitted. "Anyway our friends from the van are here," he said with a pointing finger as five distinct individuals came around the corner.

"Listen up, missy!" Applejack spouted, coming to the forefront of the group. "We all wanna know what the hay is goin on! Whats with the imaginary you that disappeared when we caught up with it? Who the hay is that," she pointed an accusing finger at my newest little friend, the boxing troll who was still sprawled out on the ground. All the girls averted their eyes in unison, seeing as his willy was still waving in the breeze.

All of them except Fluttershy, surprisingly enough. She took one look, then looked straight back at Medulla and myself without batting an eye, not even a touch of red on her cheeks.

"Who the hay is he," Applejack thrust a finger towards Medulla, "And how the hay did he do that?" she flung her arm back towards the miniature pugilist.

"Don't mind Applejack, she lives around a lot of hay," Rainbow Dash interrupted. "But we still wanna know whats going on! Spill the beans, girly!"

Pinkie Pie was practically bursting at the seams, jittering about with a nervous energy and a smile that threatened to break her jaw.

"Don't you see Dashie?" she asked, bouncing in place, "It's so obvious! Ryuko is-"

"-From Equestria," SUnset suggested, her face brimming with determination.

"Nope!" Pinkie Pie chirped.

"She's an alien from outer space!"Applejack contributed.

"Noooooooope~"

"A robot?" Rainbow Dash asked uncertainly.

"...no."

"A transfer student?" Fluttershy hesitantly proposed. Out of all of those hers sounded the sanest. In my opinion.

"Nope, well actually I guess she kinda is, but that's not how she can do the outfit thing~," She dug deep into her pockets, throwing a cloud of confetti above us. "Sheeeeeee's a magical girl!!"

I exchanged an amused look with Medulla, before she started again.

"And he's... well, closest I got is he's a Super Sentai. Telekenetic powers, the ability to make us see a fake Ryuko on her bike, it's the only thing that really fits." She took a long hard look at him, taking it all in from his hat to his shoes. "Guess he isn't like the physical fighting kind, though."

"That's... I'm sorry Pinkie, but that's kinda dumb," Dash berated.

"I dunno," I turned to Medulla, "I have an outfit that transforms, and with it I fight the forces of evil. Kinda loose on the description, but you have to admit it fits the character sheet pretty well," I admitted to Medulla.

He was barely able to hold in his laughter, "I would have gone with generic shonen anime protagonist, buuuut..." He closed his eyes, slowly regaining his 'normal' form of that of a Mewtwo, "I'm a monster of the pocket variety."

"But you look all big! There's nothing pocket about you!" Pinkie chirped happily, inspecting Medulla from about three inches away. He does kinda look like a digimon though, wouldn't you say?" she asked, turning to her friends. Each of them had varying expressions plastered across their mugs.

"You mean that weird television show that was all the rage way back in elementary?" Rainbow scoffed.

They had Digimon but not Pokemon? What kind of fresh hell was this world? I mean, I liked them both, but to be deprived of one was just wholly in and of itself wrong.

"I remember I had to get a pack of the cards, ma mom and pop said it were nuthin but foolishness," Applejack supplied, "They were right, of course, but back then ah wasn't as smart. I guess he does kinda look like that one... Agumon?" she asked.

"I could eat Agumon like a snack cake," he huffed in an disconsolate manner, "So the word Pokemon means nothing to you... Meh, I've heard and lived weirder. Ryuko can explain what we are if and when she feels like it, I've already given her the basic info on it." He scratched his chin, choosing his words carefully, "Well unless you need anything else, I could hang around for a bit or you could send me home. As I understand it, if I leave now there's usually an exchange of gifts, but I don't think that's necessary this time."

"Oh, but I do so love gifts!~" I trilled playfully, punching Medulla softly in the shoulder.

"Fine," he sighed as he pulled out a highly polished claw, "You can have this Quick Claw. If you keep it on you, you'll be able to attach slightly quicker."

I don't know how she did it, but one second Medulla was holding it out, the next Pinkie Pie was holding the claw out in front of her face and turning it every which way.

"Ooooooh, shiiiiny~" she cooed.

"Pinkie you don't need that. You're speed is already stupidly high." Medulla let out in a low monotone.

"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiny~" she retorted, waving it in front of his face.

He groaned, pulling out an oblong coin on a string and hovering it slightly out of her reach, "If I give you this, you give Riuko the claw, understand?"

"Does this mean we're dating?" Pinkie asked, a look of complete innocence stamped across her mug. "A boyfriend gets their girlfriend jewelry, right?" she said with a wide, trollish smile.

Medulla set my head in my hands and responded, "No, for three reasons. I'm over one thousand years old. I am physically incapable of feeling that way. And this is more like a trade."

Pinkie pie responded by fake crying, throwing her hands up to cover her face as she started to blubber, "We haven't even gone on one date and you're already breaking up with me? I though we had somethiiiiing!"

"Why me?" he muttered under his breath. He then turned back to me, "Want me to stay a bit longer, or should I just go and let you explain everything?"

"Actually, if you could teleport my motorcycle and myself back to my hotel so that they can sit here and stew," I asked, snatching the claw out of Pinkie Pie's hand, "That'd be wonderful. Nothing against you girls," I said, cutting off Rainbow Dash and Sunset Shimmer before they could get a word in, "Today has just been such a relaxing day, and I really don't want to spoil it any more than it has been."

"Done," he said with a snap of his fingers, and we were suddenly back in my hotel parking lot.

I noticed the necklace was gone from his hands, Pinkie Pie must have snatched it before we jumped. "Well fuck me if that isn't uncomfortable," I complained, holding my stomach. "Thanks for that, by the way. Wouldn't do to give them all the answers right off the bat, where's the fun in that?"

"Now I need to get back to the throne room, all you need to say is 'Medulla our contract is complete.' I also hope you find a way to go against the script," he said with a wide smile.

"Script?" I asked, holding out a hand for a handshake. "Screw the script. I'm going to turn everything on its head, make it go crying back to its momma... if metaphorical sheets of paper with ink on them detailing a plot line can actually have a mother..." I broke out of my musing and thrust my hand at Medulla. "It truly was a pleasure having you. If you ever need a friend to talk to, feel free to give me a call. Seems like you don't really need any help on the combat side, but if you ever want any all ya gotta do is call me up and ask."

"I enjoyed this too, if I need you help I'll call. You feel free to do the same. Oh and the transformation spell from the mirror is gift enough."

"Wait, you still have that?" I asked, still holding my hand out. "I thought it wore off at the movie theater..."

"What? No it's a spell that the mirror applies to you every odd number of times you go through, and removes every even number of times. I just alter it's perimeters and I can shape shift between human and Mewtwo, I'll test it more latter. But it takes more concentration than I could afford in battle, and it doesn't change my powers so it's not even close to what Transform should do."

"Are you just avoiding the handshake?" I joked, ignoring his explanation and waving my hand up and down in front of him. "Don't make me go Pinkie Pie on your ass, I will find some way to annoy you to death."

He let out a merry laugh, "Sorry, here..."

I grabbed his weird little three digit paw in my hand, cranking it a good couple times. "Again, it was good to meet you. I'd be more than willing to call you a friend. Medulla," I declared, raising my other hand above my head in a dramatic gesture, "Our contract is complete!"

"A little mellow dramatic but works fine," he said as the portal began to swallow him. "I almost forgot, the boxer know that Rarity was in Japan, and something rumors of working five-star's," he managed to say just before the portal took him completely.

Well that was troubling. In the anime they had never been able to get up past three stars without the wearers going insane. And now they were up to five stars? Well, I guess that shows how little of a concern whomever had with Canterlot High. Why send two stars when you could send a five star?

At the very least I guess that explained why Rarity was MIA, if Satsuki Kiryuin had snatched her up to work on her Goku Uniforms that could end up putting a real damper on my life expectancy. I hadn't even beaten a two star yet, I doubt I could stand up against a three star, let alone a five star.

"Screw it, it's late," I said to the empty parking lot.

"Are you going to go to bed?" Senketsu asked.

I fell into a deep sleep once I made my way to my room, 'coming to' in a gigantic play hall. I was watching a variation of Star Wars, and all the actors were messing up their lines.

The dream shifted, and suddenly I was surrounded by Senketsu's. As in, they were in every seat around me. And on stage it was... Medulla? He was in his his Gold form and he was... I... oh god.

He was dancing. Not just regular dancing but... dare I even refer to this as... 'sexy' dancing? At me?

"It's like he's wearing nothing at all," a Senketsu said behind me.

"Nothing at all," another Senketsu agreed, until the hall was filled with the verbal assertion.

They all fell silent as Medully slinked towards the edge of the stage, drawing close to me.

"Like... you're... wearing nothing... at all..." I choked out, unable to say anything else.

Medulla laughed, snapping his fingers. "Man, I love screwing with people like this."

I woke up in a cold sweat, sitting up and wiping said sweat from my brow.

"Are you all right?" Senketsu asked, his voice tinged with concern. "You were talking in your sleep, something about not wearing anything..."

I fell back upon my bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Asshole."

Author's Notes:

Ilikereadingthisshit asks; Ryuko...do you PMS?

Wow. Oh my god, fuck you. I haven't... uhh... god its fucking awkward talking about this... I haven't yet had... a 'period'? I guess? I've been here for less than a week...good god I hope I never have a period... but I am basically a young... younger female... now. God damnit I'm gonna have to go through periods, arent I? Maybe... maybe with the life fiber alteration of Ryuko's body I can just skip over it or ignore it? Maybe? Please?

Again, to anyone interested in participating, feel free to leave a question for Ryuko and/or Senketsu in the comments! They'll be more than willing to answer in the authors notes of the next chapter, and give you each a shout out!

This crossover was with TheGoldenDragon's fic, Misunderstood and Mutated. He was really a dream to work with.

Oh, and you might have noticed how I put the word 'Chapter' in front of the number and title for this chapter title. The reason for that, is so that I can more easily keep track of crossover chapters.