Thursday, November 29, 2012

2.8 In Dreams Forgotten



"This place." Finley holds up her hands, indicating the room they're in. "Have you even thought about how weird catacombs are?"

"No," Junpei replies.

"The Grim Reaper comes for the dead," Finley muses. "Ghosts don't leave bodies. We're told that at one point they did, but no one can say why or when that change occurred."

"Grim didn't come for me."

"You didn't die right..."

"Maybe the Grim Reaper is a robot. He harvests the elderly before they become too weak and miserable, and takes their life energy to power the grid."

"Oh, you," Finley laughs, though for once in her life she can't tell if it's a joke.

"I mean... it is creepy, looking at a skeleton. A person can't live through having their skeleton removed. Therefore. It had to be there since the before times. Unless it's fake. Did you check and see if it's plastic?"

"I'm not touching it..."


Alex has a computer upstairs. It needed a good dusting and some love, but it still works.

"It's set up just like my old one," Chet says, meaning her parents' computer in Riverview. "Wow. The future is really lame. I thought we'd be in space colonies by now. Or at least we'd have all the Internets in the world connected."

"We had that," Riko says, from behind her. "Not while you were gone, but before you were ever born. We have parts of it archived, and you can still access them as static records, but you're now only connected to your sector. Sometimes only to your town. So new content only comes from local sources, or through government-screened updates."

"Oh."

"And people just accept this, for some reason."



Junpei's first instinct, upon emerging from the walls and rubble, is to gasp for air. 

Even though trying to breathe won't do any good until his body is completely free of the objects it's phasing through, and he's returned to a normal physical state.

The candlebox on the wall here is lit. Junpei won't have to create artificial light to explore this area. This could be a good sign or a bad sign. It all depends on who lit the candle.

Junpei waited for most of the others to fall asleep, then went searching through the catacombs. Since Winona was rightfully suspicious of him, and wouldn't try to help him find Faraday, Junpei had to take matters into his own hands. He's hoping the sight of something down here will trigger a sense of deja vu and he'll know where to go. So far, no luck. Every brick looks the same as the last. Junpei is lost.

It crosses his mind that he may not make it back before Finley wakes up, and she's going to be pissed. But he's not a child, he tells himself. He can put himself in danger if he wants to.

After finding this corridor to be a dead end, Junpei places his palms flat on another random wall, and pushes himself through...


Junpei was expecting more dark tunnels and stale air. Instead he's found the oddly-red-lit exit: the mausoleum up top.


"Odd technique," Faraday comments. "Re-spacing one's physical makeup in order to be complementary to another object and pass through it. The students of Nolrynil were taught to do this, but their order is long gone. How did you learn?"

"A book," Junpei says, once his rationality catches up with the panic and recognizes this as the person he was searching for, and not someone more threatening. "A book I found in an old castle."

"A lot of apprentices died, trying to do what you're doing."

"Y-yes, I understand the dangers of failing to control one's center and falling down into the ground and not finding one's way back to the surface in time. It's kind of-" Junpei suddenly shakes his head. Why are they talking about something so trivial? "Hold up. I've been looking for you. I know who you are, you're Faraday, and I need to ask you something."


"I don't know you," Faraday says.



"Did you really need to smell my face to figure that out?" Junpei complains.

"Yes," Faraday answers, without sarcasm. "I assume you're the human mage Winona has mentioned. This is the secondary reason I am here, to speak to you. The primary reason was the question I've already asked. Your answer only raises further questions. Human magery is a subject I've always had an interest in. It's something of a lost art. And I like lost art. I collect information."

"Me reading a book is not an interesting tale," Junpei says. "I have a better one though."


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"That's madness," Faraday responds, after patiently waiting for Junpei to finish his story. "So it must be true."

"Do you know where Chet is now? Or Loki?"

"I see why you needed to tell me about your experiences. If you'd have asked me about Loki Archer out of context, I'd have thought you were a number, told you I had no idea where they were, and also tried to bash your skull in with a wrench or whatever else is handy."


And he's got a wrench handy. Good to know.

Faraday seems oblivious to the fear the sudden brandishing of a wrench brings. "However. I honestly do not know where either of them are. We haven't spoken since Loki came here for the artifact."



Junpei fights the urge to facepalm. He thought for sure, this was what he was supposed to do. But maybe seeking out the characters from his nightmares wasn't the logical thing to do after all. "What about... a place called Moonlight Falls? Or do you know anyone named Zoke?"

"I do know of one Zoke."

"Can't exactly be a common name."

"Zoke brought Johann to us." Faraday studies Junpei's face, though has long since learned to not rely on a person's expression to read them. "None of your dreams contained anything about Johann Drang? Well, we couldn't help him, so he's probably irrelevant to the task at hand."

"I wish I knew what the task at hand really was. Should I even ask about this Johann?" Junpei is beginning to wonder if everyone in the world is connected and in on this. "Or do you know where Zoke is?"

"Zoke was our contact to a community of supernaturals known as Moonlight Falls." Faraday pulls idly at one of the buttons on his coat. Always fidgeting. "Johann was a teenager suffering from the corruption. He'd been dabbling with dangerous magic, but it shouldn't have been dangerous in that way. Healers trying to fix him grew sick. They didn't know what was going on. So he was brought to us. We determined he was a genetic fluke. Too much human blood had lowered his innate resistance to the corruption. He came from mostly elemental ancestry, so it shouldn't have a problem, yet it was. Bad luck."

"What happened to him?"

"The corruption progressed rapidly. One day he snapped, killed some of us, and ran off. Supernatural Control caught him before we could, and then they came after us." Faraday wonders if he's answered anything at all. "Oh, they put Johann in a cell and watched, puzzled, as he died. They cut a few bits off of him before it was too late, for their experiments."

"A precursor to stuff like what happened to Loki."

"He really hated that name," Faraday muses.

"Seems like he's taking it seriously now."


Something is wrong.


Junpei senses a stab of alarm from Finley, then silence. Unconscious. This cuts his chat with Faraday short, as Junpei decides to sink down through the floor and immediately make his way towards his sister.


Scrambling in the dark, he doesn't notice the odd smell in the corridors.


Until it's too late to counteract.


He's conscious when he falls over. Conscious enough to know there will be some nasty bruises on his arms where he tried to catch himself. Junpei detects an unfamiliar presence up ahead, no, two, three, maybe five or six of them. 

There's a noise in the tunnel. Someone's coming this way.

Junpei's world fades away before he can react further.




"What are you doing?" Faraday asks.


"I think someone's trying to contact us."

"Contact? Us? That's bad. We're in hiding."

"Not necessarily. They want to speak to someone called Kehri."

"Isn't that one of Loki's false names?"

"I think you're right. Go fetch him, will you?"

"Fetch?"

Ripley flinches. "Sorry. Poor word choice."

"I am busy!" Faraday snaps. "I am busy analyzing the water samples we acquired in Riverview! Too busy for your nonsense! Go fetch things yourself!" With that, Faraday stalks away.

"This is the place he asked to meet us?"  Faraday examines the set of standing stones, and eventually comes to the conclusion that the only one worth staring at is the one that's different, the one with symbols worn into it. "And these can function as a portal?"

"To those who have the key," Loki responds, intentionally cryptic.

"This place is soaked in magical energy!" Rain announces. "I feel stronger here!" Junpei knows her name is Rain, and she is traveling with the others because she's desperately curious about her heritage. Something about her is familiar to Junpei. Perhaps she's been present in dreams forgotten.

"What do these designs mean?" Faraday asks, ignoring Rain.

"They mean you should remove that icky tail."

"Would you shut up about my tail?!"

"No! You just show up in public with a tail, it's conspicuous."

"You want my continued expertise and assistance, or not?"


While Loki and Faraday argue about this, Rain continues testing her limits.

"You should be careful," a high-pitched voice warns her.



"Oh my!" Rain gasps. "It's... it's a mini-me! It's a little bitty blue person! It's adorable! But it's an ice elemental, isn't it?"

Faraday groans. "Archer, she's making us look like idiots. Idiots by association. Why did you let her come along?"

"Zoke?" The man in the red and black shirt recognizes the short one. "Is your mother alright?"


"Xalira of Aknrelorvari is well, thank you, and extends her apologies for not being able to meet with you in person." Zoke has been trained to not overreact when outsiders behave as though he's a child. Or when they continue to treat him like one, even after finding out he's been a child for an entire human lifetime, and may begin to look like a teenager in another lifetime more. "She sent me, to send you, a person. Of interest. He was attempting a spell too advanced for him, and it backfired in a curious way. It's left him marked. Changed. The healers that attempt to treat him are themselves harmed. My mother thinks your research team may be capable of helping us unravel this conundrum."

"Yes, yes, I can unravel anything," Loki stifles a yawn.

"It doesn't sound like a mystery so far," Faraday points out. "You know the cause and the effect."

Zoke is quiet for a moment, watching Rain. He's trying to figure out what she is; she's not one of his kind, nor is she fae. Yet she's blue. Finally Zoke offers Faraday a response: "We know the cause and effect in a juvenile sort of way. Imagine I step on your foot, and you feel pain. Now imagine I have no understanding of why that happened, because I know nothing of your nervous system or how it works. Worse, your foot won't stop hurting. I don't know why. None of the healers in the village know why, either, because this has never happened before. No one has seen anything like it. How do we help you?"

"I've probably seen something like it," Loki says.



Whatever Loki and the others expected their research subject to be like, Johann Drang the sullen teenager was not it. The way he moved and talked and looked at them, it was all unsettling. He spoke in mumbles, and shuffled about slowly. Just moving hurt. It was as if his body had died and turned uncooperative, and some mean-spirited god was cruelly pulling the puppet strings anyway. The telepaths in the room could see Johann's thoughts were unnaturally violent; it took all of his mental energy to control them.

"You think you can help me?" Johann glances briefly at each of the people in front of him.


"We'll figure it out," Ripley promises. "I actually still have a medical license."

"My hair didn't always have these black bits in it," Johann mutters.
 
"Introductions then, shall we? My name is Doctor Ripley Kyel. I'm a healer as well as a traditionally educated doctor. These two are Riko and Parsley." Ripley stopped short of identifying them as siblings. "Riko has psychometric powers. It's more helpful with stuff than you'd think."



Loki knew what the black marks meant straight away, but it was no reason to give up and send the kid back home to die. If he kept combing through the past, perhaps he could find someone, somewhere, who had removed the corruption.

Ripley and Rain busy themselves watching over the child, documenting his worsening condition and trying out different methods to stop it from progressing. They spend the most time with Johann, and feel terrible about what's happened to him. Such is their nature: Ripley, as the caring healer sort of stereotype, and Rain, as the wide-eyed innocent magical girl just learning about the paranormal herself. She can sympathize with Johann's mistake; all he did was fail to contain a spell properly, and it turned on him. Seems like a thing that could happen to anyone.

Faraday is quick to point out that it wouldn't happen to just anyone, and that's what makes Johann interesting enough for research. 
 
"What you've done hasn't cured him," Faraday criticizes. "And I think it's dangerous to fuel the energy inside of him. He's already very unstable."

"What'd you do this time?" Loki asks distantly.

"I had an idea that since full-blooded elementals aren't affected..." Rain begins.

"The potion we gave him to boost his natural elemental spark, no pun intended, did seem to stall the disease," Ripley defends against Faraday's criticism. "And what Johann needs right now is time. Time for us to come up with a cure."

Faraday grimaces. "He won't be able to keep fighting it off. And then, you will be regretting this. You've made him more powerful and more dangerous. Tell them, Loki."

"Let them try," Loki says, irritated by the argument.

"How are the violent tendencies progressing?" Faraday demands.

"He tried to punch Parsley this morning, but it didn't end well for him," Ripley answers.

"Lashing out." Faraday's tail puffs up dramatically. "It begins."

"He's a teenager! They all lash out once in a while," Ripley says.



"No, I'm glad they don't talk to me," Johann told her. The subject of his parents made him cry; Rain felt foolish for trying to get him to talk about them. "They don't know why I tried to kill myself. I was scared to tell them it was because. I was starting to go nuts. I saw my little sister playing with magic... just... with her toys, you know. And I. I wanted. To kill my sister."

"Wh... why, Johann?"

"I don't know! The weirdest, most mundane stuff was setting me off. I wanted to break everything. And everyone."

"Did seeing her cast magic upset you in some way?"

"I don't know. I don't wanna know." He shivered, having trouble sitting upright. "My brain's really foggy."

"I think you're very brave, to resist breaking everything," Rain said. "But hurting yourself isn't the answer."

"I'm not brave!" he yelled. The bulb in the lamp on the nightstand shattered. The room turned dark. "I'm terrified."


"If I'm gonna die, I wanna die as me. Not as some rabid animal."

"You're not going to die. What has my cousin been telling you?"

"Huh?"

"Riko," she clarified.

Johann's eyes closed. "Nothing. He hasn't told me anything. I don't need a research team to tell me I'm in a Kafka short story."

"I don't know what that means." Rain was distressed, to hear a young person talk in such a way. "But I think you should have more hope. And I think you should forgive yourself. Everyone thinks about, uh, bad things, sometimes. What matters is we don't act on them."


"The kid doesn't eat or sleep. The corrupted energy is all that's keeping him alive. He's in a lot of pain. We should put him out of his misery. I'm appealing to you, Florian, since you are the nice one and they will listen to you."

"We can't decide something like that."

"Then who can? You do realize Johann already tried to make this decision himself? He didn't fail to commit suicide because he's afraid, he failed because it wouldn't let him."

"You all agreed it wasn't some sentient force."

"It's not, that's true, we're not dealing with any sort of possession. But it still follows rules."

"Faraday. Settle down, and drink some coffee or something."

None of these are Chet's memories, Junpei can't help but notice. They must be Loki's, looking back into the past and wondering where the fatal mistake was.


Johann is startled when Rain teleports into existence right next to him.

"There you are!" she exclaims. "I was worried when you wandered off."

"You use electricity too?" he asks.

"Oh? Oh, that... it's harmless. Just a visual representation of my magic. I think I'm supposed to teleport in a puff of smoke, but I can't get anything right!" She blushes. "Our magic may have the same root, somewhere. Lo-..Riko told me your lightning elementalism actually came from elf magic."

"Elementals are elves?"

"Of course not. But they did give your people their magic."

"'...Why?"

"Well, I don't know. Maybe they needed your help. You're less fragile than them."

"I shouldn't have been able to get corruption-sick, you mean?"

"Y-yes. That's part of the theory."

"So my whole race are pawns but nobody knows what for anymore."


"I bet my sisters wouldn't laugh at me for being a crappy elemental now," Johann changes the subject. "Look... I can just... grab lightning out of the sky."

The clouds outside churn and twist, and spark unnaturally.



"Doesn't look like much, does it?" Johann giggles humorlessly. "But one touch, and it'll throw off your whole day."

Rain backs away. The electrical currents hit the floor, searing it black. "Your eyes..."

Johann is unaware of the change to his face. "My eyes?"

At first, Rain thought his eyes were glowing. Upon closer inspection, it's the energy collecting in front of his eyes that's glowing. She's not sure how he can see through it. Maybe he doesn't see; maybe at this point, his perception has moved outside of normal senses. "They're... um... pretty."


Johann stops with the electro act, and lowers his arms. "I feel numb," he tells her. He doesn't move when Rain reaches over to stroke the side of his face. "I don't feel your hand."



Junpei struggles to pull himself out of the murky unconsciousness induced by accidentally-inhaled chemicals. Everything feels dull and unreal. It takes at least a minute for him to comprehend his surroundings.

He's in a tacky stone-facade room with no apparent exit. Winona is sitting near him, not because she likes him but because their cell is just this small. The only other person in here with them is Meela. She's still unconscious.

Finley is nowhere to be seen, but Junpei can feel her presence. She's on the other side of the wall, awake, and as pissed off as he thought she'd be.

"What happened?" he asks Winona.


"Her parents said they did that for her own good."

"Did what?"

"Injured her!" Winona grumbles impatiently. "If she doesn't get blood soon, she'll be dead. That's why they threw you in here with us. They told her if she'd behave like a 'real vampire', they'd let her live. But the amount she needs to heal herself is more than you can spare, so she wouldn't do it."

"What?!" There's no good response to that one, so Junpei asks his next questions: "We were captured by Meela's parents?! Where are we?"

"Some cheap dungeon? Where does it look like we are?"

"Well I don't know, I've never seen a cheap dungeon before!"


"She doesn't seem hurt too bad. I don't see a mark on her." Even as Junpei announces this, he feels dumb for doing so. Meela's breathing is uneven, and though she won't respond to him, his psychic senses tell him she's not unconscious. She's dying. She was expected to murder him to save herself. How could someone play such a cruel mind game with their own child? Do they seriously intend to let her die? "Meela? Meela, can you still hear me?"

At that moment, he's stricken by a strange thought. It goes something like this: Meela is very pretty. I never really looked at her before.


Winona scoots over to them. "You aren't looking in the right place." In one rough, unceremonious movement, the older vampire grabs the edge of Meela's sweater and peels it back, exposing her midsection. The wounds are big white gashes, bled almost completely dry.

"I wouldn't have looked there," Junpei admits.

"Hmph," is Winona's reply. She pulls the sweater back down.


Winona looks up at Junpei when he stands. "What are you doing?"

"Trying something."


Junpei meditates, trying to recapture the moment he healed himself, inexplicably, after Chet cut into his throat with the knife. He didn't understand what he did, at the time. Now, he thinks he understands. His soul contains a sort of life magic. All he's got to do is... pry it open.

Winona recoils, remembering the sunlight spell he used on the vampires they were fighting. But this spell can't be the same. He's not making the same motions or using the same words. In fact, he's not moving at all.











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Etc.: My Bridgeport save self-destructed, and I mean it blew the heck up, it went kaboom sky high (during the scene where Junpei talks to Faraday), and it took several sims with it. I had to find a way to write around that. So, SUDDENLY, everybody gets captured and relocated. I have a rough plan with the narrative, but I also am just kind of winging it.

Rain is a genetic cross of Scarlett and Greta (from my Barnacle Bay legacy), meant to be one of their granddaughters. That's why she's blue. And why she teleports. And why she is Loki's cousin.


Tuesday, November 20, 2012

2.7 Post-Apocalyptic


"You're awake." Meela found Junpei staring despondently at a granola bar wrapper. "Your sister told me about your dreaming issues. Do you think perhaps a different vampire's mental powers could be of use to you?"

He stares at her, clueless. "What different vampire?"

She gestures towards herself. "I could be able to make your nightmares stop."

"I'd rather you didn't."

"Why not?"

Junpei scratches distractedly at his sleeves. "I'm still trying to figure them out. There's no reason for me not to, is there? What else am I doing? I'm stuck in a hole underground."

"You want to help someone," Meela says quietly, "but your sister thinks that want is misguided."

"After living through some of Chet's memories, what I've gathered is she thinks we are the only people capable of preventing something bad from happening. But from my point of view, we're nobody, and I don't know how to reconcile that yet."

"Mesmerism victims always think their desire comes from within. It's hard for them to see that what they want  — in your case, to help is a need someone else implanted in them."

"I'm not mesmerized. I'm just... busy sorting through an infodump."

Meela smiles sadly. "Misguided or not, something about you is very sweet."


Junpei is exhausted, despite the appearance of sleeping all day, but still notices Meela's subtle distress.

"What's wrong?"

"Your sister hasn't come back," she answers.

"Finley's alright. I'd know if something happened to her."

"I see. That's good to hear. I've noticed you two are very close. I thought twins were supposed to fight."

"We do that, too." Junpei's eyes drop closed. "If she thinks I'm being the idealist... she's a hypocrite. Because what's she doing here? She's expecting she can make the world a better place? She expects so much out of life, and out of people... and everything keeps letting her down. I hate that."



He's asleep again.

She's shocked at how cartoonish it is; he just sort of slumps over, with no warning.

"This is not the time or place for this," Meela grumbles. She's already made up her mind to peer into his dreams, whether or not he granted permission. It's a trippy experience, to spy psychically on a human's dreams. Vampires have no dreams or nightmares of their own, at least not in the literal sense.

On a hunch, Meela picks up Junpei's left arm and peels the sleeve back. As she suspected, she finds two small holes. Bite marks. "Dammit." This must have happened before Finley even left. Meela is certain it did not happen under her watch. 

Meela is left wondering if any of Junpei's lengthy periods of unconsciousness are the result of blood loss.


The dryad moves to embrace and comfort the teen, but Chet backs away from her.

"You're not you," Chet whines. "You're a lot of things, but you're not this. You wouldn't help him do this."

"You don't have to be afraid. He told me where you would be safe from it."

"I don't want to be safe!" Chet sniffs. "You tried to heal him, didn't you? I don't see the corruption marks on your skin, but I bet they're inside you somewhere."

"Kid, listen-"



Chet runs away from Setra before Riko can be informed of her threat to do so.



She runs... far.



She wishes it was memory guiding her back to this spot, but it isn't.

How could it be?

She was here only once before, and it was through teleportation. 

 


She's carried to these woods not by the past, but by the future. She's given herself over to visions and feelings; the go this way, go that way. It's what Riko taught her to do...

 


And then Chet runs into an invisible wall.

She's knocked back and falls into the grass. 



"What are you doing in my forest?" The speaker glares at her, but even as she feels her strength fading and her eyelids drooping, her energy sapped away by touching the force field for only a fraction of a second... she isn't intimidated.

Chet struggles to get up. She's just too tired. "Are you Zoke? Do you remember me?"

"Should I?"

Chet gives up, and falls flat on her back. "How's your brother?"

Zoke's eyes widen. "You!"

Well.. he's never been as heartless as Riko made him out to be.

 

 Chet is deposited in one of the chairs, where she can barely sit up. "Welllll," her speech slurs, "this place hasn't changed. Neither've you."


"My people age slowly." He begins mixing a drink that looks unappealing. "I'll make you some tea to counteract the spell that drained you."

"Why did you bring me here? You were so paranoid last time."

"It's my job to be paranoid. It's also my job to hear people out."

She takes the glass offered to her, and stares at it intently.

Zoke watches her unsteady hands. "Well don't spill it."

She drinks it. "Wanted to make sure it was safe."

He didn't sense any hints of magery from the teenager. She didn't cast any spells. "Is your precognition that good?"

"It's how I got here." She folds her arms on the table and buries her face in them. "I need help. My Da-..." She stops. She's never called him that to his face, how could she almost say that word to a near-stranger? "Riko wants to do something awful."

"How is he still alive? The disease should have destroyed him by now."

"How should I know! He's always keeping secrets. He's become some kind of eco-terrorist now, he wants to take apart the Control Grid. He's got the means. It's a credible threat. I was hoping other mages could stop him, and you know where to find other mages."


Zoke pats her on the arm. "The grid is worldwide, and has hundreds of thousands of well-guarded failsafes. Blowing up a few of them isn't going to do much."

"What if I told you he could burn the damn thing right out of the biosphere with a reality warping magic amplification device?"

"I'd ask you to clarify."

"He calls it the Mosaic. He's been hunting all the parts to it down. I saw a future where he succeeded. He ends life on this world. Everything falls because everything is interconnected. Everything. If I don't get help, this vision isn't going to change... it's going to come true."


Chet stands up, intent on stumbling out of this place just as abruptly as she stumbled into it. "No one's ever going to believe me."

"Hold on." Zoke says cautiously. "I don't have any experience with visions. I only remembered you were a precog because you and Riko... uh... there have been rumors about you. You've been making a lot of waves. Doesn't mean I don't believe you, per se."

"Riko and I would go around finding different supernatural communities... we'd make friends... he'd try to teach me stuff. We'd carry messages back and forth for people too scared to leave their hiding places. Then he'd use our combined powers to steal artifacts. He'd tell me it was because he didn't want the S.C. to get hold of them." Chet punches the back of a chair. "I believed him for a long time."

"Yes, I know some people you've stolen from."

Chet frowns, harder than she already was. "What other 'waves' have we caused?" 

Zoke drapes a chilly arm around the teenager, steadying her before she falls. "Just settle down. I'm going to ask one of the healers to examine your head."


The healer, introduced as Doctor Wilson, has a kind smile when she tells Zoke nothing's wrong with Chet. It's okay to allow her into their town.

"You'll be safe in Moonlight Falls," she says, turning back to address the teenager. "And perhaps a more educated scholar there can put your mind at ease. Professor MacDuff's specialty is ancient cursed objects. He's off on an archaeology expedition right now, but we could recall him."

Chet says nothing. She's heard empty promises before.



"Thanks, Doc."

"I'm sure one of the vampire families will have a spare room for her," Wilson says.



Riko backs away from the enraged sorceress.

Her name is Finley! Junpei wants the dream to know.

But this isn't a memory; it's a fleeting vision Chet had, and Junpei cannot explore it.



"Do you know what this is?" Riko asks.

"Hideous."

"Besides that."

"That's the thingie you took from werewolf guy's house. It dispels pockets of unreality."

"Are you sure?"

She nods confidently. She won't be tricked. "It looks different, but that's because you changed its shape. I've seen you messing with it before."

"Wrong. This is the other one's twin." Riko holds out his other hand, palm-up. The true object retrieved from Faraday appears in that hand. "These two are unique among their siblings. They are always connected. As soon as I had the first one, I was able to summon this one."

"Sooo don't tell me. That's the one you let Supernatural Control take from you."

"You remember! They did not have it for long."

"Bet you think you're so clever!" Chet teases. 

"You'll probably need one of these someday."

"To protect me from djinni?"

"Faraday and I explained the artifacts to you for a reason. Now I could easily make this into jewellery for you. No? You're not into jewellery. Okay. Most of these pieces have been turned into jewellery or other frivolities. People thought they were just so pretty. Little did they know what they'd discovered with their grave robbery."

"Who puts that kind of thing in someone's grave?"

"Well, when everyone's dying off, and I mean EVERYONE, the entire elven civilization, you kind of run out of places to put things. Sort of an apocalyptic situation. We are living. On the ashes. Of so many fallen civilizations."

Chet pats Riko's closest arm. "I know. But you're here now, in this civilization."


"I've never seen a vampire mourn sunlight so much as you," Zoke comments.

Chet entered the adult stage in her life quite some time ago. She misses the ability to leave buildings during the day. She feels trapped. "Thank you for hexing these windows for me," she murmurs. "So I can at least see the world I cannot venture into."

"I wouldn't have, if I knew you'd sit here all day sulking."


"Five years from today," she says, when he sits with her and moves to kiss her neck. "I still don't know how I'm supposed to find this girl. I only know that when she and her brother come looking for me, we've already met."

"Your visions haven't changed. There's every reason to believe you've chosen the right path to find them, even if you don't know how you managed it."

"But if I don't find them..."


He turns her around to face him, and squeezes her hand. "Nothing is certain."

"I want to believe what you're trying to say." She wants to say all the things that would make him happy. "But that's the reason I worry. If everything were certain... I wouldn't see more than one future. I wouldn't have to try to find the one I want."

Zoke doesn't let go of her hand. "I'm sorry, Cheese Puff. I wish I could be with you when you're like this. But I can only live in the now."

"It's my fault." She bursts into tears. Possibly one of the most unsettling things a vampire can do. "I caused this."


"You didn't," Zoke tries to shush her.

"You don't understand..."

"You helped Riko escape his cell. I understand. Did you ever think they might have ended up doing even worse damage with him, if you hadn't set him loose?"

"Not that. I don't regret that." Chet continues to sob. "When I was young, I had a vision. His niece, Alex, killed him. She did it out of love. Out of mercy. But I refused to understand that or accept it, and I went to her with my stupid little girl tears and begged her not to ever do it. I averted that future. I steered us into a worse one."

"The decisions of adults are never a child's fault."


While the adults poke around at the various junk in this room and make comments about where it was obtained, Chet finds a toy yeti to amuse herself with.

Riko has found a toy also. "Well, this is neat."

"It's also loaded," Faraday warns.

"Why?"

"What?"

"You couldn't aim this to save your life. Why is it loaded?"

"Well, I don't like touching it..."

"Even to take the bullets out?"

"It's a valuable antique!" Faraday wrings his hands together irritably. "You got what you came for. Now leave me and my collection and my tail alone."

Riko ignores him, and goes on to explain guns to Chet. She has never seen one.


"I had to save it," Faraday remarks. Chet is not interested at all in what he's saying, in what makes this model interesting. She's too busy feeling fear because Riko has told her that some agents carry these.

 
The memory cuts out. Skips like a record. Suddenly objects aren't following the rules of gravity.
 
"Telekinesis?" Faraday questions. "That is really fascinating. I'm guessing it places a lot of stress on your mind and is very painful."
 
"Sorry for the mess." Riko indicates the jumbled mass floating behind him. It's all slowly gravitating together, into some impossible ball of lamps and and lawn ornaments and desks and is that a tractor? 
 
"Put the gun down," Faraday tries to make his voice sound gentle, but it's awkward and forced. "You're probably picking up all kinds of bad vibes from it."
 
Riko pinches the tip of his left ear between his left index finger and thumb, and pulls, stretching the ear as far as it will go out. Then with his right hand, he points the gun at it.Is he going to—?



Junpei felt the sudden need to run. Luckily, this isn't one of those dreams where one's legs don't work. Unluckily, no matter how many walls he runs through, he can't find an exit.

"Who are you?" Winona asks fearfully. "How did you get in here?"



"You can't stop me." Riko points the gun at Junpei's nose. 

"And you can't hurt me in a dream..."

"If you cast magic around me, you will die," Riko says, slowly, patiently. "All this time Chet spent searching for you two, and she didn't realize you shared ancestry with her. Her vampiric nature protects her elven genetics from the corruption. Nothing will protect you."



"No!" Chet screams. "They are human mages! They can stand up to you!"

"Could a human mage return from the dead?" Riko glares at her. "You knew they weren't human as soon as you touched him, but did you even care? As long as they get rid of me and smash the machine, so you never have to have your dream again?"

"No!" She covers her ears. "No!"

Riko holds up a hand. Chet disappears, neatly dispelled.



"Why are you letting me do this, Junpei?"

"You just said I couldn't stop you!"

"You can't stop the flesh and blood me. But this is your mind. I'm just a figment of your imagination." Riko snaps his fingers. "Why are you letting me run all over it? Learn control!"



Suddenly-clothesless nightmares are the worst!

Especially when a maniac has decided this is a good time to rant.

"It's an infection and it spreads, you won't die as you," Riko says. "You'll die shivering on the floor, splattered with the blood of anyone who dared think they could save you. Time stands still on our world, but it's only an illusion, because the world is dead, stagnant, a fabrication. Inside we're all the same, it never changes. The cycle continues. We live it again and again, making the same mistakes over and over, telling the same lies generation after generation, on the layers and layers of destruction that came before us. But no more! I'll change the ending. I'll put us out of our misery once and for all. I did use Chet's dreams. Of course I did. I had to know what things would be like after I destroy the grid. I had to know if it would be enough destruction to get the attention of the false gods."

"W-what?"

"I've seen there are survivors! Just not enough. A perfect number, which will eventually be zero, a perfect number. I'm not destroying the biosphere, I'm saving it from those who have hijacked it. We should never have lived this long!"


"You're... insane!"

"Sure I am! Stay away from me and you won't end up this way."

"Yeah! Got it!"

Riko shoves Junpei. "I said stay away!"



Junpei's eyes snap open.

"Wake up!" Little Tariq, someone-or-other's son, has been trying to shake Junpei awake. "They're fighting!" he whispers. "We hafta hide somewhere! I'm sorry I bit you! Don't die! Stupid human!"



Junpei tears his arm out of the child's grasp. Not in the mood to be touched. "Who's fighting?"

"Someone found us down here! The grown-ups are all fighting..."



Yup. They're all fighting.


This is a real fight. Nobody's talking, nobody's pulling any punches. Nobody's stalling for backup, or trying to figure anybody else out, or hoping to not have to hurt their sibling. It's fast and chaotic and Junpei couldn't tell you how he went from terrified, to terrified and trying to save Meela Feld.



Florissa Chique saw the man jumping at her, but didn't have time to stop him. She snapped her teeth and braced for impact. Then impact didn't happen. Junpei sailed right through her, like a ghost, landed on the grating behind her (almost twisted his ankle in doing so), then his hands glowed, and Florissa felt like there was a four-alarm fire in her veins.

Florissa faints.

Unable to move her limbs, Meela can only stare in unthinking horror at the light Junpei has weaved into the air. She's heard about sunlight charms, and how deadly they are to vampires.

Junpei holds the spell there, not directing it on anyone. He stopped inflicting it on Florissa as soon as she fainted.



Curious about the spell on Meela, Junpei begins trying to undo it. He knew some powerful vampires could cast magic, but he's never encountered it until now...

Meela rescues him from his foolishness with two rasped words: "Look out."
 




When it's all over, Junpei hurts in more places than before.

"You could have stopped the rest of them from getting away!" Brigit accuses. "You could have destroyed them! With your horrible sun magic! Now they've run off, and they know where we are!"

"Then we move!" Junpei shouts back at her.

"Traitor," the vampire with her wrists bound, one of the intruders, spits at Brigit from her undignified position on the floor. "Harboring Supernatural Control agents here..."



Brigit stalks over to her. "Why would agents need to hide here with us, you fool?"



Meela turns Junpei away from the confrontation. Junpei feels numb as he lets this happen. Part of him wants to scream in protest, but he doesn't. It's a peculiar kind of paralysis. To not know what to do, and so do nothing. To have a suspicion about what's going to happen, and do nothing to stop it.

Brigit is going to kill that woman.

"We'll go further into the catacombs," Meela says, intentionally distracting him, her voice shaking. "If we can make it look like a tunnel has collapsed behind us, maybe, if they come running through here at top-speed looking for us, they'll think it's been collapsed for a long time, and they won't try to clear out the debris in their way, they'll think we couldn't have gone that way..."

A wet snap sounds behind them.


"They're not here." Tara's voice is hard. She has no expression.

She's scared out of her mind.

"Don't worry," Finley says. "They've just gone deeper into the tunnels."

"You're sure you can find them? I can't sense my son. They can't be close."

"I can feel my twin's presence at any distance. I know where they are."



"Just put her anywhere," Winona instructs. 

Wogan has impressed her, having the strength to carry their one remaining hostage this far. Florissa herself may not be good as a bargaining chip, but if they can get her to talk, they might know more about the terrorists' movements and plans, and those could be valuable bargaining chips.



The sound of rocks falling onto other rocks echoes through the tunnels, uncomfortably loud. The group made their way to a less well maintained section of the catacombs. They've passed many ironwork gates, but this one led to a dead end, so here they stop. Vladimir and a couple of the other guys work to partially collapse the tunnels behind them, making sure to leave spots where someone could crawl through, albeit with difficulty.

"That looks good, Vlad!" Brigit calls out.



Tariq complains about not wanting to stay here. There's a skeleton.



Junpei tries to ask Vladimir if he's alright. For a guy in dress shoes and a smarmy-looking scarf, he certainly picked an undignified way to flop down on the ground and scowl at everyone.

"Get away from me!" Vladimir shoos Junpei before he can offer to help.

Junpei has no idea how uncomfortable the blood on his face is making all these hungry vampires.


Wogan is happy to still have his guitar.

Junpei decides to ask Winona about her uncle Faraday.

She crosses her arms. "How dare you?" Her tone is hushed, her eyes are narrowed. "My bloodline is pure. What filthy liar insinuated otherwise?"

Junpei shrinks backwards. He expected her to be suspicious, he didn't expect this. 

"Chet told me, I guess is fair to say..."

"You have no idea what you're talking about, human, and I don't need to explain myself to you. And I won't have you bothering the old man. I know what this is, you think we could use his place to hide us. No."

They really seem to enjoy labeling him as a human. They're mostly magic-stupid, he's concluded. Junpei's fine with being perceived as human, though. He still counts himself as one. "You don't have to take me to him. You could bring him here. I need to talk to him."

"Where is this coming from?! Why would you want to?"

"I don't want to explain. But this is important."

"If it's important, you'll explain."


"You're okay." Finley hugs Junpei tight.

"We have this conversation a lot," he says nonchalantly, right before the facade falls apart and he has to choke down a sob.

He doesn't have to tell her what happened. They have the creepy psychic twins thing going on; when Junpei had to use the offensive magic he'd learn for self defense, Finley knew about it; when Brigit killed someone behind him, Finley knew about it. "That wasn't your fault," she soothes. She can see Brigit leaning against the wall on the other side of the room, and glowers at her. "These terrorists would have killed you, Junpei. Don't lose sleep over it."

Over Junpei's shoulder, Finley and Tara make eye contact for a second. 

Get the blood off his face
, Tara mouths.



"So now we are stuck in this hole?" Tara challenges.

Brigit snorts. "Don't look at me. I'm not the appointed leader." If only they had an appointed leader, Tara would know whom exactly to yell at.

"Who's decision was this, then?"

Brigit doesn't answer because she doesn't even remember.

"We can't wait this out down here. We don't know how long it will last." There's no question in Tara's mind that the military will prevail. The problem is only when, and how she and the other vampires will be viewed afterwards.

"Do you have a better idea?"

Florissa rolls her glowing eyes, wishing she were unconscious again. Watching these pathetic fools bicker and starve to death isn't how she wants to spend her last days alive.

"There were hidden stairs a ways back," Brigit says finally. "We sent Lou and Chris to see where they lead." It's not uncommon to find older structures were connected to the catacombs. What would be uncommon would be to find an exit still usable. Brigit has hope, though; if they find someplace bricked up, they can send the magic-users to act as a wrecking crew. 

  


Forced to sleep in the dirt, Winona's mood only deteriorated further when she saw the witch use a spell to alter her clothing and freshen up. Magic sparkles. Damn magic sparkles. "You two are unnaturally close, that's all I'm saying."

Finley doesn't bother taking offense. "We're psychic."

"Vampires are psychic. You don't see Wogan and Brigit cuddling up."

"My brother is easily traumatized. Because he's psychic. You can't just kill people near him."

 "You two are just weird. That's all I'm saying."


Riko insisted he's listening for something, someone lives around here and their roots are in deep, and he's listening for those, whatever that means. Chet wonders if it means he just wants to lay there in the sand until they die from the heat.

"Are we really in Egypt?" she asks, after too long of a silence.

"Setra," Riko confirms.

She turns her head to look at him. "So, at some point you teleported us across a whole ocean."

Riko's ears tilt back, like an angry cat's. "Hush."


Riko follows the river.

It will eventually lead into the city, but he doesn't have to go quite that far...


"Who are you?" The woman demands. Riko's searching alerted her to his presence on her territory, and she is waiting for him at a tall white-painted gate.

"I'm disappointed my own niece doesn't recognize me," Riko says.


"If this is some trick," she warns, "I won't take it well..."

"A bit elaborate to be a trick, don't you think?"

"Impersonating someone I love is an insult to their memory." She turns and opens the gate. "Well! Come in and tell me what you've done to yourself this time." She glances questioningly at the child.

"I'm thirsty," Chet complains.


Once they're inside the gate, the woman locks it and sends Chet to the kitchen. She and Riko walk out onto the back porch.

"You're looking lovely for your age, Alex."

"Talk!" she barks. "You were captured, how are you here now?"

"It is me. You don't have to be so paranoid about that."



After drinking what was left of a pitcher of ice water, Chet climbs onto the counter and listens to the exchange. Once Riko proves his identity, Alex expresses some heartfelt distress about what's happened to him, and then the whole backstory about being experimented on spills out, as is necessary to explain his current state.


Alex then expresses horror that Riko would show up here, when he's being tracked by Supernatural Control. Chet has seen these same reactions many times now, to varying degrees.

This is the first time Riko has had an emotional response to it. "I've lived under fake names, I've had no home and I've been alone, for decades, until this small girl decided I was her best chance at avoiding recapture. None of that may seem like much to you, but it was a lot for me, and it was all to protect my family. To protect you. I stayed away to protect you. So do you really think I'd ever be sick enough to risk leading them to you?"

"Then why have you sought me?"

"For the child's sake. You will understand, when you get to know her."


Alex relents, and hugs Riko. "But you are ill," she says. Chet can hear the tears in her voice.



With no place else to go, and certain they've shaken off their pursuers, Riko and Chet stay with Alex. It's a four-letter-name party!

"I am sorry about the harsh way I greeted you. He's the only family I have left. My parents are long gone, and even my sister has passed away now, but I remain alive and young because of the magic my uncle taught me to unlock from within." Alex frowns. "Techniques he can't even use himself."

"Teaching people magic must be his hobby," Chet mumbles.


"Lexie's father had some interesting ancestry." Riko drums his fingers against the floor. Incessantly. "She had just enough dryad genetics to coax that part of her out."

"I had none of my kind to learn from, but since my uncle has a very strange relationship with time, all he needed to do was look for where a dryad colony had at one time been. Then he could see everything they got up to."

Alex sacrificed a lot to become devoted to the dryad magic, and in the end it granted her agelessness through a regeneration technique, as well as the ability to rapidly manipulate flora, as seen when she caused bamboo to sprout from the sand and stab through Chet's midsection, in what is presumably one possible future.

"I knew someone was coming from miles away," she says wearily. "The desert may look dead, but it's not, and I can talk to it in a sense. But you should be dead, so... I didn't recognize you. I was frightened."

Riko tilts his head. "In all the time you've been out here, no one's found you?"

"Sometimes I think Sofia had the right idea, closing herself off from magic instead of off from society. Once people knew what we were, we weren't safe. Not from normal people. Not from other supernaturals. Not from the government. Someone tried to kill us for being what we were, so she decided she'd be something else. Just like that. She even surgically altered her ears."

Riko's ears duck down again. "Well this is a depressing confessional. I didn't intend to ruin your life."

"I had children," Alex says, "and they were human. I had to watch them grow old and die."


Chet steps over Riko's legs so she can sit on the couch, next to Alex. "I guess everything will be okay now. The government was chasing us, and we left that country. Brilliant, right?"

Alex shakes her head. "The S.C. operated internationally."

"Oh." Chet can't think of much to say. "That sucks."

Hesitantly, Alex places her arm around the child. "But it is going to be okay."



For a while, it was.















"You okay?" she wants to know. "I'm here. Don't push me away."

"Go outside and play," he mumbles.

"Not if you'll hurt less if I'm here with you."

"I'm alright." 

"Alex says you might not be here a long time..."

"If I die, she'll take care of you. You trust her, don't you? I finally found you someone you'll trust?"

"I guess," Chet admits. "I don't want you to go though. They hurt you, and you should get a chance to heal."

"You know, you scare me, when you talk like a middle-aged adult who has processed trauma."

"It's because I was psychic from such a young age. Duh. I think like a grown-up."

"You don't at all. You just parrot them well enough. Alex is a good influence on you; bringing you here was one of my better ideas."

"I don't want you to go," she says again. "Can't you research a cure?"


Chet sees someone in Riko's thoughts.

Riko told Zoke the scientists 'provoked' him into 'tearing a hole in the fabric of life'. He didn't say he was tortured, and not allowed to die, to the point where he attempted to cross over without dying.

He concentrated on the detail of seeing someone in what should have been nothingness, and, in the insanity of the moment, forgot what he was doing and tried to rescue her. 

Chet has to wonder... is she seeing Riko try to pull someone into the realm of the living, or is she seeing the fragments of a ghost trying to pull him into death?



"Every time I tried to read his mind, it was an impossible tangled snarl." Chet, adult version, laughs her short derisive laugh. "There's a reason he knows so much, and it's something called psychometry."

"Ah, I know what that is." Junpei is having trouble formulating a sentence. He's seeing what the child saw: a flood of experiences.

"Huh. Most people don't. And according to everything I've read, most psychometrics pick up an object, see if anything impactful left an impression on it. Little scenes might play out in their heads. An advanced psychometric will see lots and lots of these scenes. They may forget what's real and what's just an echo. But as long as I've known him, Riko is stronger than even that. He taught himself to go mentally back into focused points in the past using the people he saw there as a gateway. Like using empathic powers, but on people who don't exist anymore."

"Impressive," Junpei admits.

"It's some kind of elvish spirit magic, I guess," Chet elaborates further, "He didn't just see things happening, he felt them and lived them happening, and he could go anywhere they went, without moving. It's one thing to talk about it. It's one thing for someone to say, I can see into the past, and I can see forever. It's another to get in their head and see it."



Junpei can't see the past like Riko...



...or see the future like Chet...



...and even they, he realizes, don't consciously know all that they really know.



"I know what Riko's real name is," Junpei says slowly.



"Love has made you blind to what Aravisne and Milnddare are capable of. They are not themselves. I must find them, and end their suffering. I did not ask you to come with me, Selra'. I never asked anything of you," the elf insists.

"I'm not Selrandisra. I'm from the future. That's how I know if I let you leave, you'll just get yourself killed," Riko's voice responds, pleading.


"Loki." Someone touches his arm, anchoring him back to the present. "You okay?"

"We're never going to get enough data if you keep interrupting him," Faraday complains.



Faraday notices Parsley is glaring at him, and shrinks away instinctively. "...What?"



"Do you want Ripley to fix your hand?" Parsley asks. 

She is the sister Faraday mentioned 'Riko' as having. The cause of the syrup incident. 

The blond man is her husband.

They're Alex's parents.

"No, I'm fine now." Loki examines the glyph on his right hand. Junpei has seen it before; when properly charged, it's supposed to have the power to keep the marked person from experiencing any psychic perceptions. The scratches through it have rendered it useless, however. "I need to get used to not relying on it."



Loki blinks several times. "How long was I lost?"

His brother-in-law is all smiles. "Over five hours. New record. Ripley warned us you were starting to panic, though, so I figured we'd best snap you out of it."

Loki winces, realizing why he is suddenly so hungry. "Tell Ripley to stay out of my head."



"Tell me yourself! Not like I can see much through that acid trip."

"Screw you."

"You're not my type."

"Guys!" Faraday tries to interrupt. "You're both pretty. Settle down. Loki, what did you find out?"

"I... actually forgot I was after anything," Loki says.

Faraday pulls his tail in front of him and starts pulling out black furs. "Damn, I thought we were close."

"Give him a minute," Ripley requests. "He experiences time differently. He may have found it in hour one. Leaving hour two through five to wander after distracting thing..."

"I told you to stay out of my head!" Loki snaps.



Ripley lowers his voice. "I'll leave you alone when you stop trying to change the timeline. You cannot change the timeline, Loki... it is not possible."

"I wasn't trying to."

"The sane response is 'I can't'."

"So what's the problem?"

"You have a useful gift. One that could benefit all of mankind. No one's ever seen someone with your kind of talent. Don't waste it by harming yourself."


"If I ever... try to hurt you..."

"You wouldn't do that..." Alex says.

"You remember what happened to Ripley," he whines.

"I remember." Alex flinches at the memory.

"Don't just watch it play out, this time. Promise me you'll do what you've got to, to protect yourselves."

She hesitates. The last person she saw like this was consumed by the corruption completely. She's been pretending the same won't happen here. But, if it does, she could do something about it. She could give her uncle a quick death. "I promise," she whispers.








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Etc.: Those who read my previous legacy may recognize Riko and Alex as Loki and Alexandria. Loki was the twin sibling of Mab's grandfather's grandmother, and Alex was the daughter of their elder sister, Parsley.


So non-readers of my last legacy won't feel at a disadvantage: Alex's father belonged to an organization researching the supernatural (they were not bad guys), and when he learned about Loki's psychometric abilities, he couldn't resist recruiting Loki to help.

Loki hates his name. The reason he has it can be different depending on the [spoiler] in question, but since names have power in this universe he must keep some connection to it, hence the anagrams.

Some pictures were taken in Prato di Livori. Setra can be found here