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 Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 1:58 pm
Midnight:
Meanwhile, in the City...
"Having trouble sleeping? I would, too, if I still had some girl's blood on my chest."
...
"Please, if I were here to mock you, I would have thought of something far more insulting. It's not hard, mutt-face."
...!
"Now, now, now, don't get all huffy when I'm here to make a deal. A good one. And we both know you need help."
...
"There now, that's a good boy. Listen to me, for I have spent much time away from this plane, and I have seen much in R'lyeh. So much, in fact, that I have learned how to defeat the Game."
"Your expression says you don't believe me, but really, I know. Miss Floros forgot to mention a few things when she gave us the drill, but I know better. Take a look."
...
"Would you have ever believed it? Though it makes sense, once you think about it."
"I propose an alliance, my very fuzzy friend, because I know things of other realms, and you know things of this one, and together we'll take everything. And when Seasons burns, we can cackle at that flowery witch from the highest reaches of our glory, screaming the entire way:
Players can be anywhere."
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 1:59 pm
8 AM:
Meanwhile, in the City...
“You have got to be ******** kidding me,” said Rainbow as she opened the window. Fish, on the other side of the room, did not look up from the Risk board that he, Dwayne, and Bluegrass were hunched over. “What do you ******** want?” asked Rainbow.
“Hey, Rainbow,” yelled Bluegrass, “Shut up. I’m trying to take over Africa.”
Rainbow was speaking lowly to whoever was at the window. “A ******** noise injunction are you mother ******** kidding me?” she asked.
“Stop saying mother ********, you mother ********,” yelled Bluegrass.
“This is the mother ******** scene!” Rainbow said to the man at the window. “We’re not any louder than anyone else in the neighborhood! What do you mean the neighbors are complaining? Hey, Dwayne, you and your boyfriend should try to keep it down while the rest of us are sleeping. Yeah. Sure. I’ll sign your goddamn form. I’ll pay your goddamn fine. You want some pot? We grow the best in the city. Oh. They make you take drug tests. No wonder you’re out here at eight in the morning giving me an injunction for how loud my neighbors think I am. You government suits are all such tight-asses.”
Fish looked up at the word ‘government suits’. It was one of them. He recognized the getup, and he was pretty sure the man had seen him as well.
“Egypt is mine,” declared Bluegrass.
“Get off my goddamn fire escape if you’re not gonna buy something,” said Rainbow to the Suit. “This is a business. I’ll call the Zone police for loitering. I don’t care if you work for the government. I don’t care if you work for bloody ******** god. I signed your form. Go the hell away.”
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 2:00 pm
9:30 AM:
Meanwhile, in the City...
"Somehow," she breathed softly, "I remember the place being cleaner."
"Me too," Des responded, looking back shakily at the spirits holding their honeymoon bags. There was something undeniably creepy about the dead keeping check of all of his belongings. There had been something undeniably creepier about them doing his laundry during their stay at the Elysian Fields--his own 'domain', but an entirely unfamiliar place. Des still wasn't sure what to think about being immortal, even after meeting his extended family, but he knew that he loved Persy, and that he would do anything for her, even if that meant learning to deal with in-laws that were just as related to you as the actual relatives themselves.
"A bit more alive, too," the man added, walking down the cobbled streets of the neighborhood. "Do you think something's happened?"
"No," Persy responded curtly, rolling her own luggage behind her as she walked beside him(to the dismay of the trailing spirit with the job of attending to her things). "Anubis would have sent a messenger if he had needed us here on the surface. The time we were given was a much-needed rest, and with a major player out of the Game, it's not like there's a bunch of kids ready to stir up trouble." Her lips pulled downward into a frown, but she held strong in her convictions. "Anubis would have sent a messenger if something had happened. It's just the summer heat. No one wants to be out here in heat like this."
"...I guess."
The two of them rounded a corner, Seasons in the line of sight about halfway down the block. The plants had been tended, at least somewhat, but as Persy drew near they shivered into life, new blooms appearing by the minute. Vines of ivy curled around newly sprung trees, and grass rustled as it greenified the lawn, growing freelly and unmanicured as it saw fit. At least, until Persy set foot on the soft ground, where it rustled into a neat, even layer.
"Y'know, sometimes I wish I could do that," sighed Des wistfully, stepping onto the lawn himself.
"You do just the opposite," Persy snapped with a glare, referencing his footsteps, outlined by brown, brittle grass. "Use the stone path, if you don't mind." She watched him wince, then cross to the path, before following behind, carefully healing each rotten step he'd taken. It's a good thing he couldn't do the same thing to her hair, she thought, or her green curls would be covered in brown splotches from the way he'd held her the other night--
Click.
Persy didn't feel the cold steel around her wrists until after she heard the noise. "Persy Floros, you are hereby under arrest for your involvement in the murder of Echo Thanos," a male voice growled from behind (and considerably above) her.
"Isn't your policy 'innocent until proven guilty'?" Persy murmured, turning back to get a better view. All she could see of the man was his chest, and the tailored black suit he wore.
"Not when the suspect's been known to harbor mutants capable of turning a man to ash." It was then that Persy noticed others on the edges of her vision, all wearing the same attire, all holding their hands outwards with weapons. "You're coming with me."
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 2:01 pm
11 AM:
Meanwhile, in the City...
“Obviously, he cares about them. He’s been living with them for over a year and a half.”
“But he cares about some more than others.”
“It’s like that with all roommates. But any one will do.”
“What do you mean by that?”
“His sense of morals and justice. If we take any one of them he’ll be spurred into action.”
“Not if it’s one of no consequence to him.
“They are all of consequence to him.”
“And I’m telling you it’s too risky to capture a useless hostage.”
“And I’m telling you that he cares about all of them and that if any one of them comes to harm due to his own involvement in the Game, then he will feel personally responsible.”
“I don’t see why we don’t just capture him ourselves and skip the whole roommate kidnapping boondoggle.”
“It’s too dangerous.”
“I don’t see how drugging and dragging away a nineteen year old kid is dangerous.”
“Mentally he’s younger.”
“I know. Thirteen, almost fourteen.”
“Less than that, in some respects.”
“More in others.”
“So how’s it dangerous?”
“You saw what he did to—“
“Chief said that was self-inflicted.”
“He’s still one of the highest ranked players we’ve got our eye on.”
“Do you think he knows we’ve got the place bugged?”
“We haven’t got it bugged. We can’t get close enough to do it without stirring up suspicion. Best we’ve got is the coffee shop down the street, and that’s hardly any help.”
“I thought we had it bugged.”
“We don’t have it bugged. Goddamn newbie. So which one do we take?”
“The green haired one.”
“Not one of the girls? It’d be an easier catch.”
“The girls are fodder. It’s the green haired one he cares about.”
“Eh?”
“I delivered the ordinance. I saw them. The green haired one – I have every reason to believe that they are, ahem, involved.”
“I see what you mean. This is certainly better than we could have ever hoped for. The green haired one it is. I’ll alert my men.”
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 2:02 pm
Noon:
Meanwhile in the City...
“Where are we going?”
“Keep moving!”
Des was bewildered, confused, and on top of it all, out of breath: he’d never done much running, and after eluding the Blacksuits for several miles, they were only just now getting to a tram that would take them to another Zone. At least, he thought, they weren’t carrying their luggage anymore: though considering the state of things, that might have left them at a disadvantage as well. He followed the clinking noise made by the broken handcuffs on his wife, bounding into the station, dropping change into the machine to get it working, and ran towards the open doors, following her to find a seat. The trams were never used much, except for a few on their lunch hour, so Persy grabbed the first seat she could, right by the door, Des following behind her. They both held their breath until the doors closed and the tram lurched, beginning its way upward.
“Okay, what just happened?” said Des, who amidst the chaos had somehow gotten his ponytail loose. “I thought Blacksuits never went for a direct attack.”
“They don’t, usually,” Persy wheezed, still trying to catch her breath. “But then again, you don’t usually pull what you did, either.”
Des frowned, thinking back on the situation. That man, he’d had his hands on his wife, something he’d only been able to call her for less than a year, after many others where his affections were refused. Des could feel it, the way the man had intended harm upon her, and then the others, who were even worse. The feeling of impending death was like a pack of vultures above them, and somewhere along the way, something in him broke.
“I didn’t mean to kill those men,” Des finally murmured, still somewhat shellshocked by the whole affair.
“Well I sure as Hades did,” Persy growled, her face flushed and her expression grim. “They were on my grounds, trying to take me from my own grounds, and I--”
“--Shouldn’t have sent Audrey II on those guys,” Des finished. He cradled her clenched fish in his hands, rubbing her knuckles until she finally relaxed.
"We should have fought harder," said the goddess, who lowered her head. "I don't care if there were twenty, or two-thousand, we should have held our ground. We could have, easily, if they hadn't caught us off-guard."
"Then what are we doing now?" Des had thought their flight to have pretty good motivations, but obviously, in the world of the divine, he was somehow wrong.
Persy looked up as the tram began to slow. "Seasons is no longer safe. We're going to get help."
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 2:03 pm
2 PM
Meanwhile in the City...
The paint cans in his bag were empty. They made hollow sounds when they clattered together, clang clang clang, every time he took a step. Today was a holiday, or maybe not. No one was quite sure.
He was done with a painting. He was going home. He didn’t know if anyone would be there. Sometimes there were people home during the day. Sometimes there weren’t. It didn’t much matter to him either way. They all came home eventually to piss and eat and fight and screw and bathe and trip and sometimes even sleep, perchance to dream.
He’d read some Shakespeare, which surprised people sometimes. He’d gone to school as long as he’d been able, until a few years ago. Education was a funny thing. If you were in the public system, if you weren’t destined for greatness, it was easy to get lost and to fall out. Your uncle was giving you a job caulking pipes, anyway. And it wasn’t to say he didn’t like what he’d found. Some mornings he woke up with something close to a god in his bed.
The paint cans rattled all the way down McCartney Boulevard. They clanked a steady tattoo all the way down Timberlake Way. At the corner with Lennon, he found his way blocked by two official-looking men in suits who flashed official-looking badges.
“Can I help you, officers?” he asked.
“Defacing public property’s a hefty fine,” said one of the men. I’m the bad cop.
“But no one enforces it,” said the other. I’m the good cop.
“But we’re short of our quota this month,” said the first.
“Can I help you, officers?” asked Dwayne again. He noticed movement out of the corner of his eye, and then there was a rag over his mouth and nose, a whiff of chloroform… and he knew no more.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 2:04 pm
3 PM
Meanwhile in the City...
There had been suits loitering outside his front door all day and Anubis was starting to get pissed off. He had done his best to avoid notice. Half the neighbors didn’t even know he existed. He had all sorts of enchantments on the apartment to deter thieves (if they worked on tombs they certainly worked on penthouses). But the suits were there.
He tried to go about his business as usual. He brushed his teeth and shampooed his hair and shaved his face and cleaned his ears and got dressed like he would on a normal day. He ate cold cereal and read the newspaper, which had nothing interesting in it that he hadn’t known already. He moped about when Persy might get back.
Several hours later, the suits were still there. Anubis opened his front door.
“If you are here to charge me with drug smuggling, domestic violence, or running a prostitution ring,” he said darkly, “That is racism and I assure you I haven’t done anything.”
“Actually,” said one of the suits crisply – a woman, angular right down to her stiletto heels. “We were going to question you in the death of Ciro Hammurabbi.”
“I have nothing to do with that,” Anubis assured her. Ciro had been dead when he got there. All he could do was weigh the heart and wave him on through.
“Did you know him?”
“I met him twice,” answered Anubis, growing tired of this line of questioning. “Ages ago.” What did they think they were doing, sending agents to question a fully-fledged god on his own doorstep, anyway?
“Sir, you are withholding information from a murder investigation.”
“Ma’am, you are beginning to grate on my nerves.”
“Sir, I can have you arrested.”
Anubis almost felt pity for them, because clearly they did not understand what they were facing. He growled, deep in the back of his throat, and drew himself up to his full height. Shadows danced at the edges of his body, at the edges of the doorframe, at the edges of the agents.
“That is not wise,” he informed her.
Something snapped. Darkness opened up beneath the agents and swallowed them whole. It was gone only a moment later.
Anubis did not dignify them with a trial. The alligator could have their souls. It was getting hungry as of late.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 2:05 pm
4 PM
Meanwhile in the City...
It was routine--the man would work through the lunch shift to get himself an hour off, beat the traffic and all that. Then he’d head for a different part of Middling, the one with that coffee shop, the Wilmot Proviso. He liked the family, and his kids had liked to play with their kid. At least, until theirs had just up and disappeared. Things like that happened sometimes. But the thought of the Campbell boy likely down in Downers getting tortured and raped was enough for the man to keep extra watch. Strange things were going on in this City, and he had no desire to become one of the involved.
Of course, he also didn’t like the fact that, being some sort of holiday, everyone at the firm got off an hour early like he did, and so he was stuck weaving through a crowd as he left the office, taking the familiar pathways to his afternoon retreat. Vaguely, he noticed that some of the crowd were dressed a little too nice for Middling, in their suits and ties, though it wasn’t all that uncommon: after all, they had a few clients from Uppers. He didn’t like the way their eyes were obscured, uniformly, by shades, but knew better than to say anything. He didn’t want to get involved.
Of course, it was hard not to get involved when he saw a series of the same men as before, prowling around his afternoon retreat. He could see the Campbells talking to a man in black, but other than that, there were no customers, none of the regulars, nor any of the people who sometimes would float in on an impulse.
“Sir, this place has been temporarily closed for a standard procedure,” growled one of the particularly dangerous-looking men. “There have been some reports of shady activity in the area, and we’re just making a quick sweep. The place should be open tomorrow.”
The man look over the shoulder of the Blacksuit, where others were beginning to fish out some expensive-looking equipment from expensive-looking cases. Whatever was going on, he didn’t want to be a part of it. He didn’t want to get involved.
“Whatever you say, sir,” the man responded, turning home a little earlier this evening than expected. Maybe this year he could actually catch the fireworks show his kids had been talking about since last year.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 2:06 pm
5 PM
Meanwhile in the City...
“It’s standard police procedural. Leave the notice of arrest on the window by the fire escape.”
“Standard police procedural says I use the front door.”
“We’ve had plainclothes operatives watching this place for weeks. Don’t use the front door. No one uses the front door. Leave the notice of arrest on the window.”
“Are you sure this is going to work?”
“Well, we’ve got his boyfriend in a locked room.”
“If I just leave the arrest notice, how do we know he’ll connect it back to us?”
“He’s paranoid. He’ll connect it back to us.”
“I think it’s too much of a risk. What if he doesn’t connect it back?”
“Then we keep the boy locked up until he does.”
“I think we need to leave a clue. He can’t solve the puzzle if he doesn’t know there is one.”
“We’re trapping him, not testing him.”
“I’m leaving an organization card.”
“He’ll know it’s a trap.”
“I don’t care. We can’t risk missing him.”
“Fine. Do what you want, but if this goes wrong I’m blaming you and your a** is getting fired.”
“In all respect, sir, you can kiss my a**.”
“Just deliver the notice. Use the goddamn window.”
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 2:07 pm
6 PM:
Meanwhile in the City...
(If you're just tuning in, page 927 is where our story begins!)
The man lived in Border East, in a sleepy little house in a sleepy little neighborhood. It wasn’t too far from middling, but the houses were further apart. He had a yard, and his yard had some scraggly weeds, and even a little tree that was fighting for survival. It had been a long day, tonight was a holiday, and he was looking forward to getting home and watching fireworks with his kids.
The pedestrian traffic got thicker the closer he got to the division between Middling and Borders. Gradually, he edged his way to the front. The street was blocked off by a set of roadblocks being attended by official looking men and women in dark suits and sunglasses. They were letting only a trickle of people through at a time.
“What’s going on?” he asked the nearest suit.
“Security measures, sir,” he replied. “We’re controlling the borders as a safety precaution. It’s the fourth of July and we don’t want to see anyone injured by the fireworks, and hopefully we can crack down on some of the hooligans setting them off. We’re only letting residents through.”
“I need to get home,” said the man.
“I’ll need to see your papers,” replied the agent. The man obliged and handed the agent his ID card, which the agent fed into a reader on his belt. It spat the card back out and beeped. “Okay, you’re clear.”
As the man continued on his way home, he wondered briefly and vaguely what the Mutations Investigation Bureau was and what they had to do with fireworks and street closures.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 2:09 pm
7 PM:
Meanwhile in the City...
Today’s date was not lost on Fish. It was, one might say, a day that would live in infamy. He would not forget this date. He was fully aware that it was one year, to the day, since Ms. Floros had explained to him what exactly a ‘greek hero thing’ was. Puberty didn’t come with an instruction manual. You had to ask things if you ever wanted to understand. He’d grown almost a year previously, but none of it had made any sense until that.
The day had been mostly uneventful. He hadn’t had any reason to leave the Scene and so hadn’t run into any of the road blocks he’d heard others talking about, which was fortunate because he had never gotten a valid ID card since the Game started. At the moment he was on his way home, intending to grab a bite to eat and then drag Dwayned off to a rooftop somewhere to watch fireworks.
(The country might not formally exist anymore, but the holiday it had left behind was pretty sweet. This was universally agreed on.)
He bounded up the stairs of the fire escape and pushed the window open. He ignored the paper taped to it, because it was probably some kind of neighborhood announcement that didn’t concern him, and hopped inside. Sunshine was seated at the table, eating a bowl of oatmeal.
“Hey,” said Fish, “You seen Dwayne?”
“No,” said Sunshine. “I just got up.”
“We got a noise injunction this morning,”
“Yeah. Rainbow’s tacking it onto your rent.”
“My rent? Why my rent?”
“She says it’s you and Dwayne’s fault.”
“It’s not our fault. I don’t know whose it is but it’s not ours.”
“Nah, you guys aren’t loud at all.”
“No sarcasm?”
“No sarcasm.”
Fish groaned and went to look around the apartment. It turned up nothing. He went back to the window.
“I’m gonna go look for him,” he said. It was then that he noticed the exact text of the notice on the window. “Notice of Arrest,” he read. “Hey, Sunshine, you seen this?”
“I just got up.”
“Right,” said Fish, frowning at the notice. “For graffiti. Guess I should head down to the station and get him.”
He pulled the notice off the window. A small slip of paper fluttered to the ground. Fish picked it up. It was a business card of some sort, with a logo printed in glossy black ink. A swooping bird of some sort, the name ‘Mutations Investigation Bureau’, and the phrase ‘Adservare et Obtegere’. A cold sort of feeling congealed in Fish’s ******** Blacksuits,” he said finally. The Game had finally hit home.
He went back inside to find his trident, and then took off down the fire escape stairs. Above him, the fireworks began, garish and loud in the darkening summer sky.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 2:10 pm
8 PM
Meanwhile in the City...
Considering the outcome of the last loitering bunch, Anubis wasn’t surprised to be left alone for the rest of the day, though it did little to ease his nerves. Between that and the distant crackle and boom of explosions, he found it hard to think, even lounging safely in the plush interior of his penthouse suite. It made sense, then, that when another knock came from his door he rose to meet it with little patience, a crocodile’s snarl gurgling up from beneath him. It appeared that he would have his fill this day.
“Your security’s not usually this tight,” a feminine voice called from the other side of the door. “Something happened, didn’t it?”
The jackal god opened the door to a flustered green-haired goddess and her new husband, who also appeared the worse for wear. Anubis surveyed the two for a moment, then motioned the two inside. “There were a few problems on my doorstep this afternoon. I took care of it.”
“I can tell,” said Persy, once she’d gotten inside. “It smells like death in here.”
“I don’t smell anything,” Des added, taking an experimental whiff of the air.
“You wouldn’t,” Persy responded, rolling her eyes sardonically. “You’re too used to it. God of Death, remember?”
“…Oh,” mumbled Des, somewhat weakly.
“Are you two here to argue, or can I assume something happened at Seasons as well?”
The pair stared up at the dark man for a moment, Persy the first of the two to relent to her elder and take a seat on the spacious couch in the living room. “Blacksuits at Seasons. A lot of them,” she explained, watching Des follow her, sitting down in the next plush cushion. “Des handled a good number of them, but we couldn’t risk killing them all without causing a scene.”
Anubis arched an eyebrow. “He ‘handled’ them? I’m curious.”
Des looked down at his hands, still confused and yet somehow embarrassed. “They had Persy in handcuffs, and I didn’t know what to do, so I grab the guys by the wrist and tell them to back off. And then they just drop.” He didn’t mention that, while the others were on their tail, he was pretty sure he heard a trio of barks and crunching noises. Des could only hope that his guard dog didn’t leave traces of the pursuing suits in the streets.
“We came here,” continued Persy, “Because I thought that maybe they hadn’t found you. I guess I was wrong.”
The jackal god nodded, taking a seat opposite the two with a pensive look on his face. “They’ve made quite an offensive move,” he noted, looking out towards his window and the streets below. “Perhaps its time we organized something with the Players.”
“Like what?”
“A counterstrike.”
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 2:12 pm
Midnight
It was hard to believe that fireworks had been going for nearly seven hours: at first, little crackles of the home-lit flares made by amateurs, then fiery leaves of light that spread across the darkening sky, sending deep booms throughout the city like the slow steps of a giant. For some people, it had gotten old, but for this brown-haired youth, it remained a new and fascinating thing. Everything was new and fascinating when you woke up one morning a foot taller than the day before, and when there were new things you understood and even stranger things that you suddenly didn't. There were dangers, errant thoughts that tore at his mind, but none of that mattered as he watched, eyes wide like a child's, at the sky. It was in such unspoken moments, shared in personal quietude, that it was possible to ever feel safe in a situation like the Game.
And then there was a hand on his shoulder, rough and unyielding.
"Young man, I'm going to need you to come with me," said a voice, low and imposing. "It's not safe on this outlook."
The teen looked at the overpass he was standing on, the railing he had been clutched to for the past hour or so, and thought that there had to be some mistake. He turned around to tell the man so, but froze when he saw the outfit. Hadn't he been warned about men in suits?
"I-I'm fine, really," he spouted, doing his best not to stutter, but the Blacksuit was having none of it, his grip growing ever tighter.
"Unfortunately, son, you're going to need to come with me anyways. We believe that you are involved with the disappearance of a boy from the Scene by the name of Isidore Lerner."
The teen's eyes grew wider, and were it not for the ledge at his back, he would have taken a step away. "Bu-but Isido--Izzy-I'm--"
"I'm sure you can make your case once we get to the Bureau, and if this has been a misunderstanding, you can call your folks and we'll drive you home. Don't worry, it's just a routine procedure. We're cracking down on crime in the City. I'm sure you understand."
His green eyes blinked once, as if he was going to comply, unable to do anything else being frozen in fear. And then, he tore himself away from the man's grip, making a run for it. He began fumbling for something, his mind racing as he tried to find it--those seeds, the ones that would help him if he needed to run--
--he needed to get away--
And then another boom resounded, fireworks too close to the overpass that spooked the already frantic teen. A second explosion hit his eardrums, but he noticed it was different, higher pitched. And also closer.
Maybe the sudden vision of red was from a nearby rocket. Maybe it was the sudden flare of pain, something that seemed too distant to be related to his own body. But the ground was rushing up to him far too quickly for him to make sense of anything, and before he even felt the impact of the pavement, he was numb, barely able to here voices over the resounding booms in the background.
"s**t! s**t s**t s**t! You weren't supposed to shoot the kid! We don't even know if he's one of them!"
"He looks like the Lerner kid, and he's got weird tattoos! I'm telling you, he's it!" <********, man, I've seen weirder s**t in the Scene. This is just some kid watching fireworks, probably waiting for his girlfriend or whatever. If Malcolm knows about this, then you are so boned."
"What?! I didn't mean--Do we call a medic?" <******** no, we don't call a medic, are you insane??? They'll know it was us! C'mon, man, we just need to let this one go and pretend it never happened."
As Izzy began to lose consciousness, bleeding on the City streets, he almost laughed at the irony: with all those fireworks, no one would ever hear a gunshot...
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