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Krux took strolls around the museum on Tuesday nights. He's not sure when the habit formed, whether it was from patrolling the camps during the war or from before, when the Tuesdays were spent out at the nearest village with a good drink and people he used to call friends. The museum is a poor alternative but it is one.
Like every Tuesday he finds himself back in the Serpentine war section, mouth curling in disgust at the newly acquired portrait of Ray and Maya. He sees the real ones every first master forsaken evening, the last thing he needs to is to see them in this part of his life as well, thank you very much.
He shivered as the cold breeze stabbed into him despite his jacket. Did the night watchman forget to close the doors?
Grumbling, the man pulled the jacket over himself even tighter as he continued his walk. Another new painting. This one a rather dramatic visualization of the day he would never forget. There was little he could appreciate about it except maybe the skill of the creator. He had to give it to the artist, they'd captured his handsomeness quite well–
"Why are you two on the opposite side of the battle?"
He spun around, one hand reaching out for a weapon that wasn't there and another into his pocket where his Dr.Saunders beard was. He had not worn the damn thing because what kind of an idiot would break into a museum but apparently there was one.
Surprisingly enough, he did not see anybody.
"Who's there? Show yourself!"
The invisible intruder chuckled. There was an inhuman echo to the voice, as though something far more ancient and powerful was accompanying it. "The battle for all time," they read the plaque under the painting though there was noone there. Krux shivered once again as the cold intensified. "What, did you and Acronix turn on the rest of the alliance?"
Krux abandoned his fake beard. Whoever this was was already familiar with him and his past. It made sense, the voice was familiar, though not for the otherworldly echo, and perhaps Krux would have been able to identify the speaker had he had a face to accompany it.
"We did. Now tell me who you are and how you know of me."
There was no flash of light or change in the air. There was nothing and then there simply was something. Someone.
Someone very green actually, what an eyesore.
Tattered gi and a thing that once has been a cape, now reduced to rags and stained bandages haphazardly wrapped around old injuries. A chain loosely wrapped around a scarred throat, like a noose. Black sclera with slits of glowing green for eyes and equally black hair. And of course, a green streak, perhaps the sole reason Krux aas able to identify the man– no, the boy for he looked too young– in front of him.
"What the hell?!"
This was Wu's kid. Wu's kid that went missing a little over a forty years ago, just before the serpentine wars. A kid whose death had made Wu turn into a raging dragon and turn the world into a living nightmare before Krux reversed time. A kid Krux had sent away that instant hoping to avoid his death and it's consequences, back as a ghost and not looking even a day older than since the time master has last seen him.
"Well, I am from hell," the kid said, a grin and eyes too wide for Krux to feel comfortable.
"You- you're a ghost!" Krux stuttered, realization hitting him like a truck. What the fuck. What was Wu's kid doing to end up dead and in the Cursed realm?
"Yeah yeah, big deal. I don't suppose you happen to know where Wu is?"
Of course it's Wu the boy is looking for.
"Your father has retired to the outskirts of the city with his new students," Krux informed the boy and watched his whole demeanor shift.
"That man is no longer my father," he hissed, literally, and suddenly there was an equally green sword in the boy's hand. He raised it and Krux regretted leaving his katana in the secret passage, not that it would do him any good in this fight– "And I need more information. Start talking."
Krux merely raised a brow. "If I don't?"
"My queen will be all the more pleased to have another elemental master. Especially that of time."
Well, Krux needed to be here to greet his brother and have his revenge on Wu and reclaim the power he deserved and he needed to stay out of the Cursed realm for that.
"Not a master of time for now, boy. And you will have better luck finding Wu's address by looking up his nephew."
"Looking...up? His nephew?"
Krux supposed the boy must have died early enough to not know about the internet or his cousin.
"The green ninja," Krux clarified and Morro frowned.
"A replacement," he corrected. "A thief also works. Go on." The wind master had seen a strange speaking statue of a figure clad in green repeatedly claiming to be the Ultimate Spinjitsu Master. Some sort of a life-sized doll, perhaps a robot? That must have been it.
"Uh, Wu's nephew and some other descendants of the old alliance members are ninja. The old fool has opened up a tea shop last I heard."
"Suppose I can get the attention of Garmadon's spawn by doing a crime?" the boy inquired. "Perhaps if I, hypothetically of course, stole a dangerous artifact from this place?"
Krux tried to remember if there were any dangerous artifacts in museum's possession. He honestly didn't know. Anything, even a rag under his feet could be an item of unimaginable power and that is not counting what they didn't have on display yet. Oh well. He may be a curator but this was beyond his paycheck.
"If you find a way to let him know, of course he will come."
"Good." The ghost flied away, phasing through a wall...Only for his head to phase back in a moment later. "Oh and if you hear a scream or see an ominous green light, no you didn't."
Krux rolled his eyes. Teenagers. "Go do whatever crime you're planning boy. If you fight Wu, get a few hits in for me but don't tell him."
"See you in hell, Krux."
Krux set a reminder on his phone to call in sick tomorrow.