(oof! I only just read of geebles death ... i hate high school! anywho, may i ask what happened to our teaching eachother our abilities? just wondering ....)
So, we wandered off, back the way we had come. Down to the swamp where we had lost Geeble. Then Blarg stopped. "Ronan," he said, "you're supposed to be the master of wisdom among us. How about explaining exactly what all of our properties are?"
I was a little surprised at the sudden request. But, strangely, it seemed to be no problem. I guess being The Wisdom has these advantages.
"Well, it's pretty much what Blarg had said not long ago. Blarg, you are The Keeper, the first living being in ... well, the universe. You are connected to everything, and can manipulate anything you need to, like the elements--like your fire and water summoning. It is for this reason that Morea says that you can bring Geeble back to life. You control life ... but not death... In any case, you can revive lost souls with little to no effort. But I do believe that you can only do it so many times to one entity. Hopefully, it will not effect our conjoined destinies." Blarg seemed satisfied, and proceded to ask how exactly he does it. "You simply .... uh .... I think you need to focus your mind on the one you want to revive, and ... chant. I'm going to warn you, though, I'm having issues seeing this particular task, let alone seeing it work. Go for it."
Blarg nodded and closed his eyes. It was obvious he was concentrating hard. Then, abruptly, he lifted his arms and chanted. Within seconds, we saw a spirit-like form of a very,
very young Geeble swirl up from simple nothingness. He seemed to be a little relieved to have been found after his uncomfortable disappearance.
"Hello there!" Geeble chuckled. He was actually a pretty decent looking guy, now that he was a spirit. "I take it that Blarg learned of one of his specific powers. But ... Ronan, I believe you need to be the one to construct a new body for me." Blarg opened his mouth to protest, but Geeble silenced him with a ghostly hand. "I know that you are in charge of life, but Ronan controls science. Therefore, he needs to be the one to create a body."
I realized ... he had to knock that off! "Stop reading my mind!" I joked. "It isn't very nice." I proceded to chant and raise up materials from the ground. I was working with my chant to model a new, younger, stronger body for Geeble.
Geeble spoke, though. "Oh, but I find your mind so comfortable, so spacious. How can I possibly go anywhere else?"
We all laughed, as the body was completed.
"Now," I began, "we just need Saros to deliv--"
Without any warning, Saros appeared. "Everyone! Geeble is dead! We need to find a way ... to ... revive ...."
We all looked at him. Lammy spoke up after a brief silence. "Ronan was just saying that it is your job to deliver Geeble's soul into this new body. I guess you need to chant to do it."
Saros, surprised, merely nodded and promptly began to chant. Geeble, smiling, faded, and the body immidiately jolted upright.
"Excellent!" The new and improved Geeble said. Trying out his new limbs, he spoke again. "Now, Ronan, I do believe you were describing our powers in detail." He didn't seem the least bit worried that he had spent several hours dead.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," I interjected. "What about you? Tell us what you saw! It may have a hint to help us defeat the Big Nothing."
Geeble smiled. "No, no. You finish first."
"Doesn't anyone want to know what I named my little Meechie babies?" Our resident Proud Parent was eager to tell us of his new children.
Lammy jumped. "Oh, yeah! How are they?"
Saros went into a winding speech about his wonderflu children--named wonderfully after the five of us
. After his little speech, he prompted me to continue.
"Well, Saros the Gabby," I said playfully, "You are The Deliverer. It is up to you to restore what is lost physically, as you did with Geeble's soul. Furthurmore, it will be by Your Word that the civilizations of Oddworld will again be as one. Your Word will be what ultimately ends the civil unrest among the nations."
Saros found this satisfactory; his newfound post as Father of His Species must've made him more willing to join all races as one.
"Geeble, you are The Warrior. That means that in times of dire need, you will be the one to come through and help us all. This we saw when you sacrificed yourself to stop the Big Nothing before. You are the most capable of us all to deal with the nothing." Geeble instantly let this to his head, and I quickly had to lower the swell: "But this doen't mean you can stop it alone. We require your might and courage to act as a beacon in our Dark Hours." Geeble, always ready for a challenge, smirked proudly.
"Lammy, you are The Traveler. You job is to guide all races together. It will ultimately be you and Saros who unify the planet. You will lead all nations not only to prosperity, but also to a refreshed, cleaner, greater Oddworld." Lammy seemed to be a little upset at this, so I immidiately thought deeply ... what else could he do? What other use does he have?
The others seemed to sense this, too. They clammed up, hopefully trying to think up an answer to my conundrum.
"AHA!" I cried suddenly; it hit me like a ton of bricks. "Lammy, you were Abe in a past life! You can communicate with and lead any and all races. Anyone, any
where, will instantly do what you say ... provided that you want to only help, not hurt. Does ... that seem reasonable? It's all I could find." Lammy felt much better after this; the prospect of having actually
been Abe must've been an extrodinary confidence booster. He no longer seemed glum.
"And lastly, me. I am The Wisdom. I am ... well ... the deepest thinker of us, although I may not be psychic, like you all. I know much of what there is to know about all of us, and I do believe that our fates have never been seperate; we were only separated physically. Lastly ... I can teach anything. To anyone. It's just that simple." I laughed. "I may as well say 'Work,' and whoever I am talking to will know just what to do and how to do it." The Abe reference made us all laugh, which was a much needed feeling after such a trying day.
As I had spoken, we all hiked down th mountain. We reached the bottom, where we had landed in the orb. I took in the salty air and spoke.
"Blarg, where are we headed? Crilas?"
He nodded.
I pointed out across the ocean. "I think it's that way. We should get going."
General agreement. We were teleported into the Orb, and sped off across the sea.