Green Sun, Black Shadows (CG/Exalted)

Alexander89 · Oct 26, 2018

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[X] BE EATEN
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[X] At the night pub where they-
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[X] BE EATEN

You have suffered many indignities in your life. The first time was being treated like a child by your mother. Granted you were a child at the time, and maybe you were trying to act like a grown-up, but that's hardly relevant.

The second time was being forced into a dress by Nunnally and Euphemia. The third time followed immediately after than when they decided to apply make-up too.

The fourth time was when your father humiliated you in front of the whole Imperial Court, even if now you realize how pathetic it must have looked that he needed to raise his voice against a ten years old boy to assuage his ego.

The fifth time was being soundly beaten by Suzaku.

You gave up trying to remember all the humiliations you suffered while wandering around the war-torn Japan, but at the very least you suffered through them together with Suzaku.

After that it was Milly and her ludicrous ideas. Being forced to go through PE classes. The captain of Clovis' Royal Guards mocking you. The downsides of your position as a Green Sun Prince of Malfeas. Willing disguising yourself as a woman for the sake of gathering intelligence you sorely needed.

And now this. This. Being kidnapped and shot at, ruining all your efforts and making everything you suffered until now pointless, this chance to learn more about the Abyssals tossed into the metaphorical trashcan by those, those-

Fake. Fake clothes. Fake beauty. Fake words. Fake skills. Fake personalities. Fake fake fake fake fake they're nothing but fakes just bubbles shaped like something that matters but empty inside and who do they think they're impressing it's predictable predictable where is the innovation? The reimagining? The unexpected turn of events? You can see what is going to happen next a mile away so banal so boring boring boring boring what are those things even good for if nothing they do matters? Nothing!

Nothing but food and clay in need of a proper shaping.

You take out your gun/bare your fangs and point it/lunge at the worthless thing driving the car through that which is not/will be/cannot be.

The male opens his mouth in a soundless shout as a dragon's head made of skinless, screaming heads bites into the female's neck out of nowhere, driving stars born of hate into her flesh that play a melody of madness and contempt on her nerves. Her arms move on their own and sharply turn the wheel sideways: with a screeching of tires the car drives out of the road and crashes into a wall. Mere moments before it happens you open the door and jumps outside, theoretical knowledge about this kind of situation telling you to bend your knees, cover your head and try to fall on your side.

The impact steals all the breath from your lungs despite the fact you're wearing your armor under the illusion of a dress, though you know that without it you could have suffered much worse. You keep rolling for a few meters before finally stopping in a prone position, your side hurting fiercely and the rest of your body sore.

"Boss! Boooss!" Seyrun calls out. "Are you alright?!"

"I will-" You hiss in pain as you stand up, the pain in your side flaring at the movement. "Live!"

Then you spot one of the worthless things, the one you shot, lying nearby on the ground, having seemly jumped out of the car before the crash just like you. The other one is nowhere in sight, which gives you hope it failed to evacuate the car and died in the crash.

And what is better than hope, but certainty?

Besides, you're still hungry.

"...Boss?" Sayrun calls out with an uncertain tone, but you tune him out and aim your gun again.

You fire two times, the worthless thing's cries of pain as nameless horrors and fountains of terrors ravage its body pleasing to your ears, only for the gun to click empty when you press the trigger a third time. Frowning in irritation you put your gun away and walk towards the worthless thing, stopping briefly to pick up a jagged piece of glass that fell from the car. Towering over the worthless thing you spend a couple of seconds observing it again, but all it does is confirming your initial impression.

So without wasting any more time you sit on its chest and stab the glass into the throat, carving out a large piece of food before ripping it out with your bare hands and biting into it.

Instantly a veritable maelstroms of flavors explodes into your mouth, the food melting like hot butter on your tongue. It tastes spicy one moment, then sweet the next one, the two flavours combining wonderfully through a subtle something you cannot identify. Burning with curiosity you carve out another morsel, only for this one to have a completely different taste! It has a fruity texture with a sour aftertaste, which makes you also thirsty. Luckily for you the food also has a creamy inside, each lap tasting like a different liquor as you drink directly from the source.

Your thirst satisfied you resume your meal, removing two small spherical fruits and popping them into your mouth one after the other: cherry and pineapple, superlative.

Someone shout, only for it to turn into a gurgling hiss a moment later. Raising your head in alarm you see a tall man wearing a nice suit, a silver symbol on his forehead, staring at you with slight surprise. The other worthless thing is hanging from the man's bear-like arm, the limb having pierced straight through the chest and tearing out a lot of wet, deliciously smelling stuff.

You hiss and cover your meal with both arms. "Back off! This is mine!" After all the shit you went through in the past hour you're not going to allow the first stranger off the street to steal your food, especially one as good as this!

"Woah, woah! No one here is stealing anything." The man raises both hands, a jovial smile on his lips. "Just surprised, that's all. I wasn't aware you Dragons have such tastes, but I guess I'm not one to talk, uh?" He shrugs his shoulders before grabbing the worthless thing's legs and casually tearing the body apart. "You can have both. The party was short-lived, but fun enough I say." He flickers off both pieces and sprints down the road at high speed.

You stare at the man's retreating form before turning back to the other meal and licking your lips. If he really doesn't want it, who are you to refuse?

But before you can see if the other meal is just as good another car comes to a screeching halt near the crash site, Imaginary stepping out from the driver seat. "Lelouch! Here you are! Get in the car we-" He stops, his eyes widening. "What... are you doing?"

You snort: isn't it obvious? "What does it look like I'm doing? Or do you want to tell me now is not the time?" But even as you say those words you realize that, yes, regrettably now is not the time to savor a good meal. Imaginary was the first to arrive here, the second if you count what was obviously a Lunar (where did he come from anyway?), but it doesn't take your genius to realize the remaining guards are likely to get here soon, to say nothing of the police someone must have surely called. Even if you are the victim and a noble they will surely detain you for the time being, and if they check your identity... No, you cannot allow it.

Snarling in frustration you tear out a last morsel before standing up and marching to Imaginary's car. "Let's go." You tell him after sitting on the passenger seat.

He stares at you for a few more seconds before stepping back into the car and driving it away. For the next minute no one say a word, Imaginary remaining silent while you nibble at the morsel. "In hindsight, considering what we are it is not too strange." The European spy finally speaks up again. "But I am still curious: have you always been a cannibal, or is that from you being a Chosen of Oramus?"

Uh? What is he talking about? A canni-

You freeze up, mind turning blank as you lower your gaze and look, really look at what you're currently eating.

It's a tongue.

Oh Malfeas. You just ate a person.

What the actual fuck.

[] Write-in.

Dexterity+Firearms+Charm:

4 Successes.

Raw Damage:

4 Bashing Damage.

Stunning:

Failure. Failure leaves the victim at -2 dice to all non-reflexive rolls until the tick when the attacker next acts.

Dexterity+Driving:

Failure.

Car Crash:

Dexterity+Firearms+Charm:

1 Success.

Raw Damage:

1 Bashing Damage.

Dexterity+Firearms+Charm:

2 Successes.

Raw Damage:

2 Bashing Damage.

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It's good to be back

Also, I have an appeal to make to everyone: some of the pictures all of you chose for the other GSP sheets and other omakes don't work anymore, so I would like very much if you could recover them.

Alexander89 · Dec 30, 2018

AN: This party took one year to complete. I can't decide if I am amazed or horrified at myself.
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[X] Wait, no, humans don't taste like rainbow, so whatever that thing was, it at least wasn't human. You'll need to consult Seyrun to make sure of the actual level of personhood those things had, but they are, at best, suspect. And explain to Imaginary that no, you had not been a cannibal until that last moment. And probably are not one even now.
-[X] You eye at the tongue for a moment. Well. Now that you are more clear-headed, maybe just one more bite would give you a better idea about what just happened...

Temperance Roll:
GameMasterAlexander:3D10 → 23(10 +3 +10)
Passed with flying colors!

Charisma Roll:
GameMasterAlexander:10D10 → 55(9 +1 +7 +8 +2 +2 +9 +6 +10 +1)
Imaginary successfully persuaded.

Occult Roll:
GameMasterAlexander:11D10 → 43(6 +4 +4 +1 +4 +5 +6 +4 +2 +3 +4)
Nope. You still have no idea what you're currently eating.

Wait. No, people-humans don't taste like rainbow and other delicious stuff, so whatever that thing was at least it wasn't human. You latch onto this reasoning with all your mental strength, holding on it like a lifeline lest you lose your mind. You aren't sure what scares you more, if the thought you may have just eaten a sapient being or the fact you lost control of yourself so thoroughly.

You'll need to consult Seyrun to make sure of the actual level of personhood those things had, but they are, at best, suspect.

Oh, and explain to Imaginary that no, you had not been a cannibal until that last moment. And probably are not one even now.

Yozi. Why is this now your life?

"I am not a cannibal." You state firmly while looking ahead. Staring at Imaginary's eyes would be ideal, but you need him to look at the road. "For a human to be a cannibal they need to eat the flesh of a fellow human. Those things, while having the appearance of one, weren't human."

"Oh?" You can still detect some trace of skepticism in the spy's voice, but it appears your firm and confident tone managed to persuade him. "How can you tell, then?"

"Humans don't taste like rainbow. And cream. And fruits." You pause and consider what you just said. "It is probably related to me being a Chosen of Oramus. But I'm currently not in the mood to discuss the ethical issues of a sapient being eating another sapient being."

"And the only ethics I care about are my own work ethics." You see Imaginary cracking a small smile on the rear-view mirror. "In that case, what were they?"

"Good question." You eye the tongue for a moment. Well. Now that you are more clear-headed, maybe just one more bite would give you a better idea about what just happened. 'Seyrun!'

"Boss! You're feeling better?" The demon sounds relieved. "You started ignoring everything I said the moment you began finishing off your kidnappers. I was about to call Anesidora and Sinnihtáre."

'Please don't.' You need to be at your best to deal with them without ending with a migraine, especially Anesidora. Today's quota of craziness was more than enough, thank you very much. 'On a more important note, do you know what those things were? And how much they count as a person?'

Meanwhile the tongue is still pouring blood all over you, even if by now it's just a trickle, so you put it into your mouth and take a bite. The flesh tastes like cotton candy, and the blood like cider. There's some symbolism at play there, you're sure of it.

"Sorry Boss, I don't really know. While I share your senses I'm not an Exalt, I don't have the ability to understand what you sense as you do. Well, I could tell they weren't humans, some kind of spirit maybe, but nothing beyond that."

You chew slowly, marveling at how the food melts into your mouth. Sadly, while good the extra serving doesn't help you understand more about the source. Normally you would call eating something without knowing the ingredients foolish, but for this instance you'll withhold your judgment.

"And what do you mean, how much they count as a person?" Seyrun continues, sounding confused. "Isn't that a term you humans use to indicate each other without specifying the gender?"

'Defining personhood is still a controversial topic in philosophy and law-' You begin. Then you remember demons drink liquors made from pieces of fellow demons. 'Nevermind. Forget I asked.'

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October 3rd

"So romantic!" Milly gushes after you finish to recount your tale, minus the eating part of course. "I want to be kidnapped by a dashing, handsome and dangerous stranger too!"

"I'll make sure to call you next time it happens, then." You reply, oozing sarcasm from every pore.

And, of course, all of it flies straight over the blonde's head. "I'll hold you to that!"

"Now I'm kind of regretting giving up the invitation. I had no idea Britannian parties were that entertaining." Reinart says with a shit-eating grin, his duck sitting at his feet and happily lapping from a bowl full of whiskey.

With friends like those, who need enemies?

"A city in the Akita prefecture, one with a factory owned by Earl Arundell..." Kaguya muses, deep in thought. At least you can count on her to be serious when it counts. "Ah yes, it's surely Nikaho! Before the war the electronics firm TDK had a factory there, and after it was bought by the Arundell firm."

"And a chronic disease so happened to hit all the workers?" Andres Granados scoffs, clearly showing what he thinks of it. "It may be not much of a clue, but it's something. It may be an attempt to damage Arundell."

"Or one to make proselytism for an Abyssal death cult." Imaginary adds. "It's a scam used often: create a problem, and then show up to 'miraculously' resolve it."

"It could even be both: an attempt to gain followers and, at the same time, drag Arundell into a trap." You reason. "It's not much, true, but it's worth checking it out. Kaguya, do you have contacts in the Akita prefecture?"

"I do: I'll immediately send word for them to start investigating." She nods.

-0-

XP I didn't realize I owe you all until now. Consider it another New Year's gift.

+15 Xp for Scenes
+20 Xp for main objectives
+3 Xp for bonus goals
+35 Xp for active participation

Total: 73 XP

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October 4th

You're taking class like usual, with even a subject that you actually enjoy, when you receive a message from Sayoko saying that there are an hellhound and a tentacle monster who have an urgent need to talk with you. You briefly wonder if she wrote it with a straight face, because you certainly aren't reading it with one, before standing up and raising a hand. "Professor, I'm not feeling too well. Can I go to the infirmary?"

"Certainly. Go on Mister Lamperouge, go on." He replies while staring straight into your eyes. It's a bit creepy how him and the whole class follow you with their stares as you leave the classroom, and you try to ignore the implications.

"I hope..." You pant while walking inside your house, having run all the way there. "That you have a good reason to-"

"A Peer is being chased by a Wild Hunt." Jikhs interrupts you. "She requests immediate assistance."

Well, that is certainly a good reason. You stand up and steel your features. "Who and where?"

"The Peer goes by the name of Yuno Gasai. She's accompanied by a Lunar, who is apparently her mate." An allied Lunar? Wonderful news, this may be your ticket into the Silver Pact. "They're approaching Tokyo on foot from the south-west, hiding among the ghettos. At the moment they're hiding near the Tama River, I run all the way here after receiving her request for help."

"They counted at least eight Dragonblooded chasing them!" Kasr adds, his tentacles quivering. "This is no joke!"

No shit, you could tell even without the Peronelle's input. Calling Akito is a must, the same for Lehrmann: direct combat is a job for Slayers, but obviously you can't send them to face eight Exalts alone. You need to call more of your forces.

The question is, which ones?

[] Write-in

Current: 200 Xp
Total acquired: 461 Xp

In-Training:
Dexterity 5 (1/30 days accumulated)
Intelligence 5 (13 days left) (7 XP not yet paid)
Dodge (19/18 days accumulated)
Athletics (25/24 days accumulated)
Resistance (25/24 days accumulated)
Firearms (15/12 days accumulated)

Charms:
Titanic Spawn Uncountable (12 days left, 9 Xp)
-Create The Following Devas When the Charm Completes:
--Aldozati, the Rowdy Sacrifices (Free with Charm)
--Gardelivs, the Midnight Geisha (1xp)
--Gyilkos, the Moonlight Assassins (1xp)

Scar-Writ Saga Shield (Malfeas, 10 XP, 1 Day)

Preposterous Molding of Zero (Oramus - 8 XP, 2 Days)

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AN 2: There is a Moratorium of three (3) hours before you can start voting. The next chapter will get out the 2nd January, my birthday, I swear it by all that is holy!

ReaperofInterest · Dec 30, 2018

Alright, here's Johnathan's replacement! I think I did a much better job with making a "proper" mad scientist this time.

The Clocks Tick On

Artemis Weaver angrily watched as her latest test subject went into convulsions. Another experiment, another failure. What was she doing wrong? The entirety of the Engineers of Immortality had worked together on the design for those cybernetic lungs, they should have worked! Was the test subject's body rejecting it, were the systems not properly integrated, was the design a failure in the fist place?!

Eventually the test subject died, and she coldly and methodically began examining the corpse on her laboratory table. What was the flaw that had stood in the way of progress this time? As she worked, she pondered why her little group (not a cult, no matter what those self-righteous ignorant fools in town whispered) was having trouble at this stage of their goals. They had developed successful designs for cybernetic limbs, but the organs...they were running into more trouble than they had expected here. Still, Miss Weaver was confident that with time, they'd overcome this issue, just as they had the problems with the limbs.

Of course, time wasn't exactly on her side, now was it? Much as she loathed it admit it, she was a old woman, and her body was making that clearer seemingly with every day that passed. Her joints were aching, her metabolism was developing the problems that came from old age, and though she'd never dare whisper it to anyone, she was worried that her memory might be a bit spotty in places. She hated the though, but even she couldn't deny that her body was simply...breaking down.

That, of course, lead her to the main issue she was having, even bigger than the failures of the latest cybernetics. The lack of progress, her age...the Engineers were whispering, she knew it. They were thinking that she was a failure, a broken down old biddy that wouldn't be able to uphold her promise of immortality for all who helped her...idiots! She was one of the greatest medical minds of her generation! She was the one who had solved the issue of rejection that was hampering usage of the cybernetic limbs they had developed, she was the one who had developed the way for them to get their hands on new test subjects, she was the one who provided the base they used to conduct their experiments! And those ungrateful children thought that she should just step aside, after everything she's done in search of immortality?!

'Of course, they're not exactly wrong you know. You yourself are worried that your age is a problem, and you're not exactly getting any younger.'

"Shut up!"

Miss Weaver's voice rang out, filled with rage. She was NOT a failure, and she would discover the secrets of immortality! She had already sacrificed dozens of lives for that, and she refused to give up, no matter how many more lives she had to spend!

A knock at the door distracted her from the dark road her thoughts had turned down.

"Miss Weaver? Are you alright madame?"

Ah, Emily Notch. Who would have thought that a mere maid would have been the most loyal of the people she had surrounded herself with?

"Yes, Miss Notch. I'm fine, just come back and clean this room in...about half an hour."

After all the times the girl had done so in front of her, Miss Weaver could practically see the 30-something redhead curtsy in her mind.

"As you wish, Miss Weaver."

She resumed her work in quiet solitude, but that may not have been a blessing. She began to think more and more about how old age was effecting her, and how none of the experiments seemed to be working lately. She eventually started wondering if maybe her detractors were right, and she should step aside and let another take her place as the head of the Engineers...maybe...she should-

"Penny for your thoughts, my dear?"

Who was that?! Miss Weaver whipped around, looking for whoever spoke. She should be alone in here!

"Over here, madame."

Looking at the speaker, Miss Weaver say...a pile of sand and and glass? What?

"Is this some sort of joke?"

At her question, the...thing molded itself into aa vaguely human-shaped head and torso.

"Oh no, my dear. I... am T'kath, and I have a most generous offer for you tonight."

Miss Weaver raised an imperious eyebrow.

"And what would that be?"

"Why, power of course! And there's also the side-benefit of regained youth."

Though she tried not to, Miss Weaver visibly showed her interest at the creature's mention of the "side-benefit".

"And what exactly would I be needed to do, in exchange for these gifts? I know full well that people don't just give out power on a whim."

The being chuckled, and the normality of the sound only made the source seem much more unreal.

"Oh, you'd be surprised at what people do on whims~ But as for what you'd have to do...why, you'd simply need to help release your benefactors from their prison! So good madame, do we have a deal?"

Miss Weaver began to think of what else to ask, when her hands started to hurt. Damn arthritis! After taking a moment to curse the ravages of old age, she decided that if the creature was right, she'd no longer have to deal with this irritation, and if it was lying...well. She Would get her revenge, oe way or another.

"Yes, we do."

The leluqi let out an "Excellent", and then lept upon her. In a single moment, there was nothing but a cocoon where the sole living human in the room used to be.

Emily Notch, latest of the line that had served the Weavers for...alright, not that long, relatively speaking, but still a few generations, was worried. Miss Weaver had seemingly disappeared, and some weird brassy cocoon was in her lab. She had gotten the other Engineers to look at it, but they kept saying that they couldn't figure out what was inside it, or where Miss Weaver had gone, not that some of them looked too broken up about that.

They were talking all about how they needed better equipment to examine it, and walked about arguing about how they were going to do that. They were so wrapped up by this new mystery that no one seemed all that interested in figuring out where the head of the Engineers had gone. As the clocks ticked on, Emily decided that she might was well start cleaning that lab up like she had come to do in the first place.

Eventually, she heard the cocoon start to crack, and watched the thing from outside. If it was going to explode, no way in hell she was going to be in the same room as it!

Eventually though, it shattered into pieces, revealing...a woman who looked very much like the younger Miss Weaver Emily had seen in the old family pictures.

"M-miss Weaver? Is...is that you?"

The woman looked at Emily, and...holy hell, what the fuck was up with her eye?! Why was it changing color like that?

"Ah, Miss Notch...yes dear girl, it is I. Now, do be a dear and fetch the other Engineers would you? We need to have a chat."

With that, the seemingly rejuvenated Miss Weaver let out a dark chuckle, and Emily wondered what sort of insanity she had gotten herself involved in.

Name: Artemis Weaver
Age: 87 (Appears 25)

Image:

Concept: Mad Scientist seeking immortality

Caste: Defiler
Patron Yozi: She-Who-Lives-In-Her-Name
Favored Yozi: Cythera

Motivation: To create a method to defy death and achieve immortality that doesn't rely on Essence
Urge: Replace the gods with something less willful and independent, and more Yozi-compliant (Pyrian)
Anima Banner: Silver Gears form a female humanoid creation, with Artemis at the center

Attributes: Strength 2, Dexterity 3, Stamina 2, Charisma 3, Manipulation 2, Appearance 3, Perception 3, Intelligence 5, Wits 3

Abilities: Integrity 3, Presence 4, Resistance 1, Craft (Air) 3, Craft (Water) 3, Craft (Wood) 3, Craft (Genesis) 4, Investigation 3, Lore 5, Medicine 4, Occult 1, Awareness 4, Bureaucracy 4, Linguistics 1 (Native: English. Old Realm), Socialize 4

Virtues: Compassion 1, Conviction 4, Temperance 4, Valor 2

Essence: 2
Willpower: 9

Traits from Coadjutor: Her left eye has been completely covered in ever-changing patterns. It is still fully functional though. (-0)

Backgrounds: Backing (Yozi) 1, Cult (Yozi) 1, Influence (Yozi) 1, Unwoven Coadjutor 1 (T'kath, Leluqi), Cult (Engineers of Immortality) 1

She-Who-Lives-In-Her-Name Charms
First, Second She-Who-Lives-In-Her-Name Excellency
Incorrect Value Rejection
Invasive Extroception Technique
Essence-Dissecting Stare
Mind-Hand Manipulation

Cythera Charms
First, Second Cythera Excellency
Afloat in the Sea of Mind
Sharp Eye of the Designer
Instruct the Ignorant
Of Worlds Native and Alien
Picking Out the Gems
Burn Away Infinite Possibilities

Alexander89 · Jan 2, 2019

Interlude

"Oh?"

With deliberate slowness the woman puts down the cards in her hand, spreading them over in an arch with an instinctual flick of her wrist. Pushing back the chair she stands up, the ruffled overskirt that flows in the back shifting around long and shapely legs. The heeled booths make a noticeable tapping sound every time they land on the leather-like floor as she approaches a shelf full of beautiful and curious items: a gun inlaid with nacre, a golden statuette of a dancing, naked woman, a theater mask painted in lively colors and much more. Her hands move with purpose, plucking two specific objects and holding them in front of her face: the two pocket-watches are almost identical, the fine engravings on their surfaces the only way to tell them apart.

Now, however, deep cracks mar the surface of those beautiful objects. Under the woman's eyes the cracks spread even more, pieces falling off and shattering into fine dust, until nothing remains of the two watches.

The woman sighs, her delicate features showing the patient annoyance of a mother faced with the last in a long line of pranks perpetrated by her unruly children. "So they got themselves beefed. I told them it was a bad decision, but did they listen? No, of course not. Stubborn until the dreadfully end."

Shaking her hands to remove the last of the dust the woman turns her back to the shelf and moves in front of a door, stopping a few seconds to pick up and don a hat decorated with silver coins and the stuffed head of an eagle, before opening it and stepping outside.

"Yeehaw!!" In the middle of the saloon a man is in the middle of shooting a coin tossed high in the air. He would take out his gun from the holster, spinning it with his index finger a few times before taking aim and firing at the falling coin, making it spin back up. Then he would spin the gun again, put it back into the holster and then take it out to repeat his performance.

"Kaeo is feeling daisy today?" The woman asks to the other customers seated at the tables after reaching the bottom of the spiral stairway. She raises a gloved hand and snaps her fingers. "Pekelo, pour me a drink. Joy Juice will do."

"Not the usual boose? Sure thin' Alyne." The bartender nods, arms and body leaning rhythmically back and forth while shaking a cocktail. Doing a pirouette she puts down the shaker, picks up a bottle and a clean glass from the shelf behind and then returns to his initial position, skillfully filling the glass with an amber-colored liquid before making it slide down the counter and towards the woman, who picks up and brings it to her lips.

"Yeah. Kaeo and his boys cracked a fat nut today. Now they're buying drinks for everyone." One of the customers leans back on his chair, booths resting on the table, and pulls back his hat to reveal a handsomely rugged face, lips split into a smile just a tad bit too wide that should be possible for facial muscles. "Want to join the shin-dig, Alyne?"

"Gef and Daryllyn are buzzard food." The woman says with a casual tone.

"Hot spit and monkey vomit! You serious?" The man shows a surprised expression. "I knew those two grub-line riders wouldn't last long on their own, but I wasn't expectin' such bad medicine."

"I have their Ring Graces, remember? They fell apart in front of my eyes." The woman sits next to the man. "They may have been barkin' at a knot, but they were fellow buckaroos."

"Do you know where?"

The woman shrugs. The glass, now empty, falls from her fingers: tiny hands catch it before the owner scuttles away. "Last I heard they were headin' west, to that place of hillybillies... Gopan? Nopan?"

"Japan." The man's smile widens. He puts down his feet from the table and straightens up, allowing his jet-black, raven-like wings to spread free. "Been there before, lovely place. Maybe it's time for a second visit...?"

On the outside the half-sea snake, half-train Behemoth continues its race above the sea floor on invisible tracks.

Interlude - End

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