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Undertow	By : pronker Category: +M through R > Penguins of Madagascar Views: 11341 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I make no profit from this fanfiction set in Dreamworks' Penguins of Madagascar franchise. I do not own its characters, basic premise or settings.

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Frances blew her stack. "Yeeeeurrrgh! Eeeeeehawwwww!" Maybe she didn't bring a framboyán seedpod to rattle to summon Oyá. Maybe Oyá wouldn't help her down here, or couldn't. It didn't matter, because some oricha would help her and she must be ready to be mounted. She jerked the iruke from her belt, rattled her eleke and bracelets, and looked fierce as she whipped the iruke over her head.
"EeeeEEEEeeeEEE!" Ululation came so naturally to her that Godmother Felicity had been shocked at her aptitude. "Oooooleooooooleooooleooooo!"
Frances' nine skirts flared as she took a running jump from the ramp into the water to confront the birds. She would have made it if her companion hadn't done a handstand at her feet before arching his legs backwards like a bat catching a gnat in the flap of skin between its legs. The momentum of his acrobatic roll carried them both to the corrugated floor of the ramp in a heap. To Frances' heightened emotions, he erred in blocking her wishes.
She saw red.
"Get the hell off me!"
"Froppli!" Moley shouted back into the cabin and the glow returned to their mecha, although the blades remained still.
She became angrier. Her mind skittered on the image of a baboon's butt cheeks turning redder and redder with rage; animals had the advantage over humans at times, because all she could convey rage with were hateful words.
"Gawdammit, Moley! You don't know how he --- this is the penguin I've told you about --- "
"Frawnces lultm! Exceedingly!" Maybe, just maybe, she'd laugh years from now at his choice of words and the way his thick thighs grabbed her waist as he captured her. As she thrashed beneath him, they slid down the foot of the ramp where water soaked her hair and collar. Moley grappled her expertly onto her back to straddle her and their combined weight slid the two of them farther down towards the water.
The Mrsdm idled with halted blades as reverberations traversed Howe Caverns' outermost reaches, which was the anteroom to the outside quarry that lay thirty feet beyond. The disordered space, filled with abandoned iron mining implements, lay to the south of the current opening to the hillside that had replaced the original original opening when Howe ceded control to quarry operators. The sheen of protective power that coated the mecha's chassis and tunneling blades flared intermittently at one particular spot on one particular blade, the one she had banged against an underground iron deposit in her wild driving spree. Great Olorun, how much more serious this was than a fenderbender on Fifth Avenue! She might have damaged a complicated mecha and trapped the two of them. At least she and Moley could climb somehow to the opening and escape that way.
All these details swam together in Frances' distraught mind as she lay flat on her back underneath a king. She relived in her mind's eye the exploration that she accomplished after arriving on Thursday: while Moley watched her on the Mrsdm's ramp from the bottom of the quarry 172 feet below the hilltop, she rockclimbed twenty feet up to the innie belly-button in the sheer cliff. The innie was what was left of the original original 1842 opening that Farmer Howe's cows had discovered. Once in the innie, she traversed a narrow tunnel the length of a Winnebago until the caverns opened into what brochures called the 'undiscovered area' but what actually was the original caverns opened to the 1842 public. Frances had done her homework before coming here. Nowadays, they were unconditioned caverns the length of seven football fields that quarrymen left in disarray since abandonment in 1976. After returning to the opening's lip, she shouted, "Bring the Mrsdm inside fifty feet from where I stand and then surface! We'll camp where it's sheltered!"
Moley did.
This area of her mind formed the calm, rational oasis that observed the opening now twenty feet up and twenty-five feet off from where she sprawled.
Say, what time of day was it, anyhow? If she looked to the opening, she ought to see daylight filtering through the thirty feet of tunnel ---
She pinched that questioning thread of calm reason to nothing.
This feeling overwhelming her was anti-reason.
This feeling demanded expression.
Frances Alberta screamed again, nothing coherent, not even a moyugbar. Pure unformed feelings that were not thought-feelings, but inchoate things flooded her being. Without knowing which oricha would possess her, she tried to shape the power which would possess her body with the intentions of her mind.
"Oshosi! Great Hunter!" she cried. "You bring justice, you right wrongs, hear me! This creature of Yemayá wronged me and deserves punishment." She threw her head back and her arms wide in supplication. "Ogún, I call on your name to help me in your domain! When you were human, you disappeared into the depths of the earth rather than dying, so hear me now!" Pinioned as she was, she had to strain her neck to see the penguins.
The birds fifteen feet away did not act like regular birds. They looked vigilant, as if they understood her last sentence. If birds could have expressions, both the bigger one and its mate rolled their eyes at her words. Birds usually tried to get away from humans, and there were plenty of opportunities to splash around the tunneler or waddle up the bank to slip under the blades and escape in that fashion. No, they acted like the police, all ready for action, or something. Strange.
Moley scrambled up from her twisting body, a look she had never seen on his face. He hoisted her to her feet, giving her a little shake. "Frawnces, calm down."
"I won't and you can't make me!" Frances did not recognize the voice that shook with fury. "Orichas, come to my aid and strike down this bird!" She clutched at straws as not one oricha mounted her. "Ogún, see the iron tools here that you love!" Ahah, it would be nice to mention Osun, even if Osun did not mount people. She must take care not to confuse Osun with Ochún. "Osun! I honor you even if you do not mount me! Ochún, taste the waters of this stream to nourish you! Chango, the hmdo explodes just the way you like it! Orichas, lend me your power now!"
Moley and the penguins stared at her. Nothing happened.
Frances took hold of herself. She felt shame. Of course, Eleggua deserved propitiation first before any other oricha because he opened the gateway between worlds. In a chastened voice, she uttered the appropriate prayer. "Echu obá loná tosí gbogbo ona iré o aché."
Stuff got real.
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