TDS III – The knife
Saturday 19th Oct, 2018
Okay, so I’ve been working here for over two years and today was the first time I’ve had to deal with the police. Not, the normal police mind you, these ones were from a special division. If you’ve ever seen a parody of the X-files you probably know what I’m talking about. But I’m getting ahead of myself.
I entered the shop as normal and discovered a note from the owner which read:
I’m heading off to Egypt with some friends to negotiate with a new supplier who I hope will be able to supply the store with new tools and enchantments.
I’ll be back in about a month, you need to do an order to the Russian, find a way to sell the scarab paste, finish training the new hires (hire 2 more staff please, minimum wage if you can), also you need to talk to the accountant about our taxes, arrange the checks to be sent to the building for rent, finish painting the washroom, and renew our business license.
See you later,
P.S. Don’t mess up my store or I’ll fire you and send people after your family!’
I wish I was making that last bit up but that’s literally what it says. From day one the owner has been a narcissistic and delusional piece of feline excrement. On the up side she’s rarely there and despite how much she brags about her store, takes a very hands-off approach to running it. This is a very beneficial environment for me as it means I’m usually left to my own devices with the staff that survive her latest rampage.
“Is that a note?” Kidra asked as she entered the back room. She grinned malevolently, “Finally, that wretched little gremlin is gone!”.
“Indeed, though I need to hire more staff.” I said rubbing my eyes in annoyance and setting the note back on my desk.
Kidra read the note quick then asked, “But that’s only one of the things she asked you to do, what about all this other stuff?”
In response I whistled an odd little tune and revealed a large monthly schedule on the wall as the framed poster slid away. On it, clearly listed, were regularly scheduled tasks as well as those penned in as one-time events. “I’ve ran this store for a couple years now, I learned the hard way that the owner has no interest in this shop other than the prestige it gains her. As such, I’ve been frequently tasked with keeping things running.”
Kidra scratched her head as she stared at the schedule, “Then why hide the schedule? Wouldn’t she be happy you have everything under control?”
“A normal person would yes,” I sighed, “however, we’re talking about a narcissist. She views any idea or plan that may not be her own as essentially wrong. The worst part is she is almost entirely oblivious to this fact as she delusionally believes that same falsehood.”
“Why don’t we just kill her and take over then?” Kidra shrugged.
I looked at her like she had just admitted to wearing scratch and sniff underpants, “Are you demented? You can’t go and just kill people. That’s precisely why we have contracts with law enforcement to begin with.” I scolded. “Besides, that narcissistic little monster may be a pain but she is very good at snorting the rectums of profitable clients. It may truly be her only skill but everyone is good at something I guess.”
Kidra would most likely have debated this concept, however at that moment the spectral form of Renard floated through the wall. “Mom, Dad,” he teased, “what’s for breakfast.”
Kidra grinned in response snapped her fingers, an ethereal looking collar buzzed around Ren’s wrist in response forcing the ghost solid as he collapsed to the floor. “Why don’t you just go to hell and end this torment?” Kidra chided.
Ren gasped on the floor before looking up and scowling at her, “Because knowing my luck you’ll be waiting for me there too!”
Before the bickering could escalate once more a bell jingled indicating we had a customer. I lifted myself out of my chair and headed for the front desk, “Well while you too fight like siblings over a cookie, I’m going to make this place some money.”
What waited for me was a short girl with a long black case that she hugged tightly to her chest as she looked around. “Are you the one who deals in special technology and mythology?” She asked with a slight rasp to her voice.
“As long as it’s not illegal or you at least have the legal documentation for restoration than yes.” I replied in the professional tone I reserve for our customers.
Her small hands carefully lift and set the long black case on the counter, “I need you to destroy this.” as she lifted the lid I saw a long black blade about fourteen inches long with a bone white handle that curved ergonomically. It looked sharp, and I went to lift it to examine.
She slammed the lid before I could touch it glaring, “No one must ever touch that blade, do you understand?” although she appeared young that glare betrayed that she had seen things those who lived centuries could only dream of.
I simply smile and nod handing her a form to fill out, she raises a questioning eye to me. “Please fill out this form, indicate your name, place of origin, type of being you identify as, gender if you like, the name of the object you’re dropping off, the document number of any relevant forms for you to deal in such objects, any risks your aware of in handling it, any curses or contracts that it may be tied to, and any other relevant information we may need in its disposal.”
Her confident face seemed to melt away into an overwhelmed and confused expression as I listed everything. “Um… I’m not sure… I mean I don’t know if I have all that?” she asked weakly.
“Then I’m afraid I’ll have to deny you our services until you can come up with them.” I strode over to the door and opened it for her.
“How dare you!” she stammered, “Do you know who I am? Arrogant little whelp, I’ll teach you to mess with one of the three great witches of ….” she trailed off as she aimed her hands at me. I’m sure the curse would have been spectacular but such things are unwelcomed in the shop. Instead orange and green sparks fizzled from he palms and extinguished as they hit the floor.
“What have you done!” she seethed, I pointed at the ceiling where an assortment of different magical symbols shifted around her.
“Consider it a warning, the damned things are less forgiving a second time.” I informed.
She stomped out the front door and stood glaring back at me, then turned up her nose and with a snap of her fingers she vanished in a puff of smoke. Unfortunately, she also left that black box on the counter so I scooped it up and placed it in the lost and found bin in the back.
I was about to go check on Kid and Ren in the basement but the bell dinged again. I sighed before putting a grin back on my face and turning to head to the front to greet our new customer.
Before me was a very pale looking young woman wearing a patchwork pant suit, reading the promotional posters on the wall for some of our accessory brands. “Can I help you today miss?”
“Levia” she said turning to face me and extending a hand, “my name is Levia Stein, I’m here for an interview.” Her eyes were miss matched, one a brilliant blue colour the other almost a yellowy brown. I reached out and shook her hand, surprised somewhat at the strength in her grip.
“Well Ms. Stein, come this way into the shop and I’ll ask you a few questions.” I said as I lead the way into the public work area of the shop. I took my usual stool at my bench and directed her to one of the others.
She was almost vibrating with excitement as she sat and grinned, “I just need to tell you how excited I am! My family never wanted to let me work, but I finally got my daddy to say yes and I mean sure it took a few decades, but it was totally worth it! I’m here now and the grouchy gremlin lady said I can work full time and fix whatever technology comes in before she told me to shut up and wait to see if you’re okay with hiring me too, but you seem totally chill compared to her and I just know we’re going to be friends and I can help plan the annual Halloween party and…”
I held up a hand a couple minutes before but she did finally stop when she noticed. “Okay, let’s stick to simple answers, no more than five words okay?” I said.
“But…” I raised an eyebrow and she slowly closed her mouth again.
“Right, first what is your experience? Do you fix tech? Or the supernatural? Or both?
“Mostly Tech, though technically both.” Levia replied as she counted the words off her on her hand.
“Perfect, do you have any training or experience in the area?” I continued.
She nods rapidly, “Yes, over fifty years experience.”
“I’m sorry, did you say fifty?” I asked incredulously. She nods an affirmative but doesn’t say anything else. “Alright, what is your father’s name and why weren’t you allowed to work?”
Levia’s smile flickered for a moment, “His name is Howard F. Stein and he just wants me to be safe.” I motioned for her to continue with my hand. She inhaled and exhaled once to calm her nerves I suppose before she said, “His father was, if you can call him that, was a one Victor Frankenstein.”
I laughed a quick nervous laugh in surprise and said, “Well, that does clear up some questions.”
The smile faded from Levia’s face and she began to stand up to leave, “Thank you for your time and for not screaming at me.”
“So, what’s your availability?” I continued after composing myself.
She stared at me in confusion, “Um, whenever I guess? I only sleep for like, eight minutes a day plugged into the wall.” She blushed slightly as she realized she’d gotten a little to personal in her explanation.
I merely chuckled and said, “Perfect, well if you’re free now, head downstairs and introduce yourself to Kidra and Renard, they’ll show you around while I finish a few things then and get your paperwork ready. Then we’ll begin your training.”
Levia squealed in delight as she grabbed me in a hug that literally squeezed the breath out of me. “Oh sorry… I mean thank you, and sorry, but really thank you!” she said bowing as she made her way to the stairs leading below.
I sat and regained my breath for a moment staring at the long black box that Witch had left. This month has been crazy so far and I expect things are just going to get worse as we approach Halloween. I don’t know why but I think that knife has something to do with it. Best to try to follow some leads and try to staff up before then. I’ve only had to deal with two apocalyptic events since working here but even that much begins to give you a strange feeling when they approach. I hope this record in someway helps document whatever happens in the next couple weeks.
TDS II: House Call
Saturday 13th October 2018
So, I was hoping that everything would get simpler with an exe genie on hand. Forgive the pun but it was wishful thinking.
The owner found out about the genie incident of course and was less than pleased about agreeing to pay what should have been a servant. Still, she couldn’t really complain as I had technically followed store policy by doing everything in my power to safely neutralize a threat of that caliber.
The down side was that she made Kidra my personal assistant. I now regret being complaining about being short handed as the ex-genie’s temper has meant she requires constant monitoring around customers.
To make matters worse the owner decided to take a house call for one of her more long-standing customers yesterday. So, Kid and I were sent out to deal with that mess while she watched the store and did interviews for new staff.
“This is crap Jake!” Kidra yelled, “That bag if hot air wants us to catch a poltergeist? I’m over three thousand years old and she expects me to sully my hands with the tainted leftovers of some human douchwazzle?”
“Kid, I told you to stop reading urban dictionary. Only the mentally enfeebled talk like that.” I countered as I sat on the couch fine tuning a directional electromagnetic fluctuation (DEMF).
She stuck her tongue out at me, “Language is fluid, in a hundred years you won’t even recognize what you know as English. Besides I may be mortal but I’m still a genie so I’ll speak how I like!”
I raised an eyebrow, “Is that so?” I aimed at her. “Conjure your strongest projectile magic in one hand.”
“Why?” she asked, “I’m not afraid to die remember? That’s my one way out of this.” she moaned.
“Just do it.” I sighed.
With a roll of her eyes she conjured a black ball of fire and held it in one hand. “Alright genius, now what… Aaaarrgh!” She screeched as I blasted the fireball out of existence with a focused shot that rippled the air. “What the hell was that?” she swore looking from her hand to the DEMF.
“It’s an insurance policy.” I said casually checking the gauges for inconsistencies.
“You built something that can destroy my essence? That’s a dick move, I mean I know we’re not friends but I didn’t think you’d obliterate a co-worker?” she was having away slowly as her already pale face became a ghostly white.
I glanced up in shock, “What? This isn’t for you. I built this for the poltergeist. The choices are come quietly or piss off. Why would I try to destroy you? I just spent two hours on Monday defending why I hired you.”
Her terrified face curled into one of rage, “So tout just accidently created something that can erase me from existence?”
I shrugged, “Wouldn’t be the first time, but that wasn’t the goal, I needed something to destabilize ethereal life. I actually don’t plan to use it.”
“Except on me you… You. Bae!” she yelled
“Bae?” I asked with a chuckle, “I think you’re using that word wrong for today’s slang.”
“I am not! It means poop or excrement!” she said as she got the smartphone I’d set up for her and furiously began researching. “See right here it says… oh…. “she paused as she kept reading
“Well?” I asked. She tucked her phone back in her pocket as she blushed and stormed to the door to leave.
The door slammed shut as she approached and a high-pitched voice laughed, “What’s this?
A lovely couple having a spat.” The walls began to bleed, the lights flickered, and an old record player began to play despite missing a record. “Well I hate to butt in but it’s time for you to die!” laughter erupting into the cacophony.
“Me first please!” Kid said, causing the commotion to pause.
“Wait?” The voice said in confusion, “why aren’t you scared?”
“Because, you’re a whiny piece of living mucus and I’m an all-powerful genie!” Kidra taunted as violet electricity danced in her fingertips. “Still if you’re offering to get rid of this dead weight called a body then please go ahead.”
“Listen lady, I’m really not sure how to deal with this? I mean I’m trying to kill you sure, but is your bedroom game really that bad?” The poltergeist teased.
Kidra shot a bolt of energy into the wall as she screamed, “We’re not a couple! Say it again and I’ll rip your essence apart piece by piece!”
“Hmm, methinks the lady doth protest too much” the spook cackled back.
Kidra responded launching different spells, curses, and other magic nonsense at the walls to shut up her annoying verbal assailant.
During their bickering session I took the time to prep another gadget is brought with me. I clicked the primer on the device with my thumb then with a flick of my wrist I tossed it towards the ceiling where it shot out a dozen barbed anchors into the walls.
“Kid, get down!” I yelled as I dropped to the floor. Thankfully Kidra did as well letting out a soft yelp as she saw why.
The device in the ceiling began pulling the unknown energies our spectral adversary was using to one location. Although slim, there was a chance it could have ripped out whatever animated our living bodies at the same time.
“What the hell! A little more warning next time wouldn’t hurt you know.” she spat.
“Sorry, I couldn’t risk you tipping off our friend.” I said checking the DEMF.
“Ugh… What?… What have you done?” The poltergeist wheezed as it hung below the device above. It’s gentle hum compressing the ghost into a floating spectre of a man.
“I’ve ripped you from your anchors. That exhaustion your feeling is you getting to sustain yourself under your own power.” I explained aiming the DEMF at his head.
“But how?” asked the first groggily “I was part of the house, you shouldn’t be able to hurt me. Even the genie couldn’t…”
“Because the benefit of this universe is that it has laws, the better you understand those laws the easier it is to fix any aberration used by things x like magic.” I explained. “Now your choices are, be incarcerated peacefully, pass over if there’s a place for you to pass to, or be obliterated. I’ll give you thirty seconds to decide.”
“Why are you letting that little booger choose? Just shoot it!” shouted Kidra.
“I gave you a choice, didn’t I?” I countered.
Kidra thought for a moment then said to the poltergeist “He’s right. Don’t make my mistake, Take the obliteration.”
“And that’s thirty seconds.” I said, “What’s it going to be?”
The poltergeist whined, “I tried to move on but I can’t, though I don’t want to give up existing either.”
“Prison it is.” I tossed a small metal jar under the poltergeist. It paired with the net above and in the blink of an eye the ghost was gone.
“Seriously?” Kid asked, “All that complaining for, like, five minutes of work?”
“Oh, catching a poltergeist is easy. It’s dealing with the customer that’s going to be the problem.” I said with a sigh.
Kidra seemed to think I was bluffing but it’s Saturday now, we’ve been open for three hours and have already received forty-seven calls from the owner’s customer asking us to check if the poltergeist is still gone. From past experience, this will go on for at least a week.
I’m really hoping next weekend I have time to go watch a movie or something.
Special Thanks to my faithful reader Candi for catching some posting glitches in the last two posts, they have been fixed now
Friday, 5th October 2018
I’m writing this as an account of my experiences working at a repair shop (of sorts). My name is Jake, I’m 30 years old, and officially I manage a shop that deals in repairs and fixing issues. Unofficially we build specialized tools, deal with people and creatures from nightmares, and keep the world in balance against both benevolent and malevolent forces. (This last part I would like to point out simply emphasizes the importance of reading your job description before signing)
Anyway, let’s get back to why I’m writing, recently things have been getting stranger at work so I wanted a running documentation of it in case things go sideways. (Things seem to always go sideways).
This morning was fairly normal as I opened the store. I put my things in the back corner of the shop. It was still five minutes before we needed to open the front doors. I carefully opened the door in the back that lead downstairs to where we housed our more specialized items. Some might have called them magical but of a more scientific minded person, I can honestly say that there far less to marvel at than our customers think. I won’t give away too many trade secrets but for example, a magical seal is little more than a wave-based formula that causes electrons in a certain area to reject input from certain light sources or even refuse to interact with other atoms. Most weird or magical things can be explained with science even if we don’t entirely understand how that science works. (Take gravity, good luck explaining that marvel without a PhD).
I checked a few of the order that took time to stabilize properly. Everything was progressing exactly as expected so I headed back upstairs to open the shop.
Being a Friday, I wasn’t expecting a busy day but readied myself anyway as I had an uneasy feeling in my stomach. As soon as I opened the doors a rush of people came clambering in demanding assistance.
It was mostly the blissfully ignorant coming to see if we could fix their iPhone or computer. I tried to treat each one with professional respect, despite the nagging urge to explain how little I cared about their phone when I had an atomic rift machine running calibrations in the back. Then a tall older gentleman came in and said he heard we helped with unique issues, hence our reputation. I said we did and briefly asked him the standard qualifying questions to determine which problem, item, faith, and intent for which he needed our so specialized assistance.
“Specifically, I would like your help fixing this” he said as he plopped a severely damaged jade lamp onto the counter.
For those of you who don’t know these were popular containers for holding energy-based life forms without killing them in the past. Things like ghosts, demons, angels, or djinn. That’s right! He brought in a freaking genie lantern! I looked it over and it was in rough shape, I politely informed the man that it would probably be cheaper if he just replaced it.
“I’ve had that for most of my life and it has priceless sentimental value if you don’t mind.” he countered sheepishly.
I shrugged, “You’re the customer, I’m not here to tell you how to spend your money.” I finished up the intake paperwork and turned to place the lamp in the back.
“Wait!” the man yelled with an outstretched hand, “Whatever you do, you must repair the lamp without opening it.”
I sighed, “You know that costs substantially more, is the lamp empty?”
The man fidgeted, “No, the price doesn’t matter. Just don’t let that thing out.” He turned and quickly ran from the store.
“Well a good day to you too dingus.” I muttered as I placed the lamp in a sealed container and setting it on the desk in the basement. I was alone in the shop again, normally we had around nine staff members working but the owner had recently fired all my staff… again.
She wasn’t a terrible person or anything, she just had ridiculously high standards. Which was really saying something for a self-centered little goblin. Okay so I don’t know if she’s an actual goblin but I strongly suspect she isn’t human.
I sat down and began transferring the ethereal contents of the lamp to a safe storage container using some ancient looking glass and brass collection tool. It was slow going, like watching a small pump drain a lake of purple mist. I left it alone to finish draining while I dealt with several basic repairs and a pick up for a home security seal. Pretty standard going into the weekend.
When I finally returned to check on the lamp it had just finished emptying. The lamp would have to sit in a jade bath overnight while nanites repaired the basic structural damage from the last millennia. I set the container which housed the swirling purple mist onto another desk for waiting order in the corner.
“LLLeett me oouutt!” hissed the mist as an angry looking face appeared against the glass.
“Yeah not going to happen, not sure what you are but I doubt our insurance will cover you escaping.” I countered and headed back towards my desk.
“PPllleeaase hheeelpp meee!” it hissed again.
“Okay, knock it off. If you want to have a conversation than just talk, I don’t have time for the drama” I glared at the mist formed face.
It sighed, “Fine, spoil sport. Let me out, that weaselly old man has never used a single wish. I’ve been cramped in that crumbling lamp for decades. Let me out and you’ll be my new master, including three wishes!” the mist sparkled in what was meant as a magically seductive manner.
“What kind of energy do you use to grant the wishes.” I said causing the sparkling to stop.
“Excuse me?” it said confused.
“What kind of energy or power do you use to grant wishes. Chaos energy, probability, demonic, angelic, nuclear, take your pic.” I explained.
“Um, well, I use chaos energy to effect immediate change based on the wish maker’s desires.” The mist said sheepishly.
“I see,” I said standing and walking over to container, “so basically you throw things ridiculously in their favour to grant a wish and let them deal with the cosmic backlash when the hole you dig fills in again.”
“Well, I mean, it’s just…” it stammered in shock.
“Pass, I’m not interested.” I said waving the offer away and browsing one of the shelves full of containment technology.
“Wait, please, I just don’t want to be stuck in there alone anymore.” The mist begged.
I sighed, “He’s never used a wish?”
“Not even once, it wasn’t until I shook enough to start breaking the lamp that he even noticed I existed.” it sighed.
I rubbed my chin, “Alright, but I only need two wishes.” I grabbed a simple silver lantern from the shelf and dropped it into the mist. The seal activated instantly and yanked the purple fog in until the container was empty.
I scooped up the lamp and rubbed the side. A moment after I did a blue skinned woman with long purple hair and a purple dress from the 1920s popped out. She laughed, “I’m free!” then noticing me watching her quizzically she said “What do you wish of me master?”
“Firstly,” I began, “don’t call me master, that’s not a wish but if you do I’ll destabilize the energies that keep you anchored here understand?” she nodded cautiously. “Anyway, what do I call you?”
“Kidra the marvelous, I am the 7th genie to be captured by the great Solomon back in…”
I held up a hand to interrupt her, “Thank you but that’s all I need. Ok Kid, my first wish is for you to fill your old jade lamp with enough of your power to still register as magical. Basically, just jam an unanswered wish in there.”
“That’s it?” Kidra said, then simply shrugged when I simply crossed my arms and waited. She aimed her hand at the soaking jade lamp and shot a bolt of magical violet energy into the old artifact. “Anything else?”
“Yes,” I said immediately, “For my second wish I want you to live a mortal life dedicated to both your happiness and he betterment of other in a benevolent fashion; on your deathbed you will have the opportunity to choose to return to the lamp or to pass on to the afterlife if there is such a thing.”
“Wait, but, you can’t be serious!” she protested.
“Dead serious, you’re not refusing to grant my wish, are you?” as I finished the question, jade armbands glowed on her arms. They shot up to either side of her face and the violet light expanded outwards until it engulfed her entirely.
“What the hell!” Kidra screamed, “My skin, what have you done to me?” She stood their pale skinned with the same purple hair glaring daggers. The jade bands uncoupled and fell to the floor with a loud clunk. “Are you insane?”
“Probably” I said, “but I just removed the threat you presented to the world at large.”
“What am I supposed to do now!” she screamed.
“Welcome to life, try living it.” I shrugged then sat down at my desk and began going through paperwork.
“How could you!” she whined as I ignored her, “I don’t know how to live a normal life!”
I handed her a form. “Fill this out please.”
She read the form over, “This is an application to work in this dump!” she slammed the paper on the desk next to me and glared.
“Yes, it is,” I sighed, “You just asked to be extracted from a meaningless existence in a lamp, and now you need a job, identity, and a place to stay. You know, life.”
“I’m going to kill you!” she growled as her fist glowed with energy before fizzling out. “What my power! Now what have you done?”
“It’s still there but my wish restricted it to benevolent exploits so basically you can’t kill, injure, destroy, torment, or commit suicide.” I said listing the examples off as I did.
After another moment of hate filled glaring she grabbed a pen and the form and went to sit the desk in the corner as far from me as possible.
Like I said, this has been an interesting day and for the first time I feel the need to document it just in case. So, although I’ll do my best to train Kidra Marvelous, I suspect I’ll need to rely on my wits and records if I’m going to rebuild my staff and keep us afloat.
Zoe Foreigner and the hydra’s tomb
“I know, it’s here somewhere” Zoe muttered as she examined the wall of the old room with the help of a ball of light conjured by her phone. Dust and cobwebs obscured the writings making it near impossible to decipher some of the symbols. Luckily, she wasn’t dumb enough to touch any of them without reading them first. “Death by pit, death by javelin, death by fire, death by excrement, death by oil, death by fluff, death…death…. death…” she muttered as she examined each section of the massive room’s circular wall in excruciating detail. She was wearing a pair of glasses that pulled a digital rendering of each symbol of the wall and ran it through her phone’s translation app to give her an approximation of what each said.
Zoe was by no means an archeologist, in fact she had been forced to pay a very arrogant one to get her this far. She’d groan more about the four grand upfront she had paid for him to bring her here but the fact that he himself was a small pile of gold dust seemed punishment enough. “Ah here we go, she said finally, death by curiosity and natural causes.” she ran her fingers over the letters and just like before a three headed dragon head popped up. Only this time a wall section fell away to reveal a hidden staircase.
They glowered down at her and boomed in unison, “You have trespassed into my domain mortal, prepare to meet your…”
“Wait…” said the head on the left. “I thought this was the correct answer we were doing now?”
“Why didn’t you say that before we started recording Darrell!” snapped the dragon in the middle rolling his eyes. “Screw it, it’s not like anyone will ever see this one anyway and I don’t want to record this again.”
“But isn’t that kind of rude to whoever does see it, I think we should rerecord it. What do you think Daryl?” said Darrell to the head on the right.
“You’re always a perfectionist” complained Daryl, “Let’s just get this over with, it’s the last one anyway.”
“Oh, would you two shut up!” snapped the middle head.
The one on the left dropped its head in embarrassment. While the right head just muttered, “Loud-mouth Larry always had to have the last word.”
Larry sighed, “Alright, let’s just do this….”
All three sets of golden eyes turned back to Zoe as they boomed, “Congratulations, you have been wise enough to choose the death guaranteed to any mortal. Proceed with caution and claim your prize. Although this is a merely a projection of our will you may now ask any questions you have.”
“So, your names are Larry, Darrell, and Daryl?” Zoe asked.
Larry shot his other heads a filthy look before saying, “We are the immortal hydra! Destroyer of…”
“Yeah, yeah, I get that but seriously?” Zoe interrupted.
“Look,” Daryl said, “our head splits off and we become duplicates of the original head, but that doesn’t mean we’re all one mind.”
“Though I kinda wish we were!” interjected Darrell, earning him a cringe from the other heads. He ignored them and continued, “We’re like different personalities of the same being, different sides of a large dice if you would.”
“And it’s annoying as hell, so if you don’t have any real questions than we’re done here I think.” Larry finished as the projection began to fade.
“No wait!” screamed Zoe bringing them back into focus, “The artifact at the bottom of those stairs does it work on humans? I mean all that knowledge but can it really tell me how to do what I’m trying to do no matter what.”
All three heads shrugged and said, “How should we know you’re the first to ever get this far.”
Zoe shoulders dropped at the lousy response. “Well thanks I guess?” she said then stepping over the pile of gold dust that had been her guide she ventured down to collect her prize.
It’s a small world
Sonia watched the glowing blue green orb out the ships window as nervousness clenched in her stomach. ‘Would it work?’ ‘Would they listen?’ ‘Or was she about to commit plane-cide?’. She exhaled a shaky breath, it was too late to turn back now, so she simply put on her helmet and headed for the bridge of the first interstellar spaceship mankind had ever created, and it was in the hands of someone they would see as villain. “Well fuck them” she muttered as she took her seat in the captain’s chair.
“I’m sorry sir?” asked her assistant, a meek blonde-haired boy she had saved, or kidnapped depending on the news source, from a rich snobby family that owned several banks around the world.
“Nothing,” boomed the speakers in her helmet “Let’s get this nonsense over with.”
A large section of the front screen flickered and was replaced with a video feed of the UN council. “Nomad! What is the meaning of this! How dare you think you can threaten this planet, your own planet, with demands like this!” it was of course, the American representative who filled the video feed with hot air first.
“My demands are necessary because the governing bodies of this planet have repeatedly refused to cooperate to fix the problem themselves.” Nomad countered, the exasperation evident in her tone.
“We agree, and we share your concerns for the long-term longevity of the planet.” Said the Japanese dignitary.
“But!” interjected the obese American again, “We refuse to cooperate with terrorists, we’ll destroy this planet before we work with you!”
“Seriously?” groaned Nomad, and she was somewhat relieved to see she was joined by over half of the UN representatives. “I don’t care what names or labels you call me… You know what?” she paused, “Why am I explaining myself to a sac of crap like you? Go sit in the corner!”
“What!” yelled the American as though being treated like an ignorant child was somehow new to him.
“Can we use the grid to give him some incentive?” she asked one of the technicians to her right.
“Yes sir, lethal?” she asked.
“No just so he moves.” Nomad said waving a hand, “Ok dingus, get in the corner and try to think, any thought will do and be a vast improvement over whatever you’re doing now.”
“Now see here you… ARRGH!” the fat man screamed as his obnoxious cowboy hat was vaporized from his head taking most of his hair with it. He went to swear at the Sonia as her cold metallic mask glared down at him. Luckily for him, one of the security staff quickly grabbed him and moved him “safely” towards the corner.
“Anyway,” Nomad continued, “it’s been 24 hours since my warning and the deadline to choose is now.”
The Japanese representative sighed, “We would of course like to work with you as it seems you wish only for the prolonged survival of this planet. However, we could not convince everyone to agree to your demands in the time provided.” She sounded genuinely disappointed in that as though apologising for the failures of humanity in a single sentence.
“It’s alright, I had hoped to avoid doing this forcefully but you leave us little choice. Your technology will be shut down and I’ll be monitoring the planet for the eighty-one hours the planetary repair program finishes. You have my condolences and we will see your descendants in a thousand years by your perspective.” Nomad bowed her head to the screen respectfully.
“Thank you and good luck.” said the Japanese representative as she bowed back, as did most of the UN delegates behind her, before the feed shut off.
Sonia took her helmet off and sighed, “Stupid government tools” then noticing she was being watched she yelled, “Alright! You heard her, start the program, how are the calibrations?”
Her assistant stepped forward with a pad of numbers, “All calibrations were completed before you made the call sir.”
“Ready when you are sir!” said the head technician.
“Then fire and I hope all of you are well rested, we have a world to save so we’re not resting for the next eighty-one hours.” Sonia said.
The grid of satellites all came online creating a net around the Earth, then slowly they began to shrink the planet until it was the size of a basketball protected by glowing dots that had merged into a small station as various programs ran to correct what had become an undoubtedly fatal collection of environmental issues. Meanwhile, Nomad and her crew watched the feed and made any alterations needed in real time to recalibrate the system as time was accelerated for earth’s inhabitants.
Do you want to go fast?
Tommy revved up his engine looking over at his little sister in the car next to his, “You can’t win Shelby, I’m just better than you are!” He laughed maniacally as he revved his engine again to show off. Meanwhile, Shelby just stared straight ahead as her friends cheered her on from the sidelines. She was always improving, that was true, but he had always managed to stay one step ahead with the latest gadget or tuning technique to keep his vehicle the fastest and easiest to handle monster on the track.
Shelby simply watched the lights tick down from red, to yellows and finally green, her brother took off like a shot easily pulling ahead in the first fraction of a second but she was ready for it and began gaining on him as they entered the first turn of the track. She simply made sure to breath steadily, she wanted to believe her friends who had painstakingly helped her build her car up from the pile of crap she had purchased over four years ago. Still, experience had taught her better, her brother had always managed to beat her by being faster, and despite her hopes today probably wasn’t going to end any differently.
Yet that wasn’t the point she reminded herself as she rounded the corner coming out side by side with her brother, the point was to learn through these failures. Every time he beat her and gloated she trained harder and her friends made sure she was as fast and as safe as possible for her next race. She could never do all the repairs and modifications on her own like her brother could but at least she had friends.
They turned the last corner and without even realizing it she had matched her brother move for move and was slowly pulling ahead as the nitrous they had both used in the last straight stretch died off until the finish line was in sight.
400m… 300m… 200m… 100m… every moment she got a few feet ahead and finally she passed the finish line. She’d one, it had taken four years and untold number of hours of study and labour but she had won…. No that wasn’t right, her team had one, just proving you can go farther when you work together.
If you want to go fast, go alone. If you want to go far, go together.
“Crap” thought the frog as he woke up and looked around the room. It was empty, that was the first sign that things weren’t going well. The second and third were the French flag in the corner and the pot of boiling water on the stove. “Oh no, not again” muttered the frog as he tried to sit up.
This wasn’t the first time Basile had found himself in a strange predicament though being an amphibian and stuck in a kitchen was new. He tried to hop away only to find string tied around his left foot. “Oh, come on!” croaked the frog, he went about untying the knot with his flippers while muttering “How the heck do frogs do anything with these damned things.”
Finally, free he made his way to the edge of the counter he was on to survey the area. The kitchen door was about ten feet away on the other side of the room and had been left ajar. He was about to make a run for it when he remembered that time in England and that bloke with the dark mutton chops who had almost took his head off with a similar trap.
Instead he pushed the handle of a mallet halfway off the counter aimed at the door before kicking a glass saucer onto the floor. It shattered and as it did the door flew open to an angry chef holding a cleaver yelling “Aha, vous êtes fini…” before realizing that the frog wasn’t on the floor. Basile waved to him quickly before jumping on the handle of the mallet. It flew across the room and smacked the chef right between the eyes. Not waiting for the man to fall instead Basile bolted out of the kitchen and into the large entrance of the house where he found his jacket hanging on a coat hanger.
With a jump up off the stair post he landed in his left jacket pocket where a small bottle of glowing orange dust. “Damn witches” Basile swore as he popped the cap and grabbed a flipper full of dust. He sprinkled it on his head and jumped of the pocket landing as a man naked in the entrance of a strange home…again.
His aloneness was like a threat of things to come. suddenly he remembered
They got me, I was hoping that I would escape or at least get a less horrid jail. Unfortunately, I’m stuck here in a room with plastic walls, ceiling, and floor. I’d complain but at least the floor is covered in a soft carpeting. I’m not sure what they’re going to do with the inmates here but, from the looks I saw on the other prisoners when I came in, I doubt it will be good.
It’s been my first week here and they haven’t really checked on me much. They just dump give me food and water everyday. Mostly I just stare out at the bright lights beyond the glass. I can’t make out much but I can hear the high-pitched scream of the other inmates as they are taken out of there cells. I’ve made a few acquaintances with the other inmates around me. Most of them don’t even remember their names, just going by their inmate number such as my one neighbor 246. I’m 247 according to the cell number.
I just got back from my first round with the guards, they ran some tests on me and then they held me down and injected me with something. I don’t know what it was but it burned like hell. I got dumped back in my cell after that and shook the whole night in excruciating pain until I passed out.
They ran the same tests on me today and apparently, they liked what they saw. They tried to bribe me with a second lunch but I told them they could shove it. The guards just shrugged and held me down for another injection.
The injections hurt less and less each day, I’m doing better and honestly, I feel pretty good. I can beat their tests in one hundredth of the time now and even the new ones they’ve thrown at me to try and mess me up are pretty easy. An inmate named Fred I heard died today after he grew an extra arm. I’m not sure what’s going on in this place but I plan to find a way out.
I figured it out, there’s a vent that runs straight outside as long as you can turn that giant fan off first. I’m not sure how I’m going to do it yet but I know I’m ditching this place.
Oh my gosh, tomorrow is the day, they’re shutting the fan down for maintenance. I just overheard a couple of the guards whining about how hot it would be tomorrow. They also said they’re sticking to basic physical tests tomorrow. It’s now or never.
I woke up early today and spent most of the morning trying to convince the other inmates that this was the day to make a break for it. Not one of them seemed very enthusiastic about escaping. 246 refused to talk to me at all, I’m not sure if he’s dead or not but I could still hear laboured breathing from his cell. When the guards screamed I yelled enthusiastically to be the first for testing today. They sent me through the ringer and watched me closely right until the end. Then when their backs were turned I jumped the small divider that separated the rest of the room and dove into the open-air vent. I slid straight past the mechanic working on the fan and out into the open air where I made a run for it. In under five minutes I was free.
What the hell was I thinking! The outside world is terrifying, I’ve had to defend off four attacks on myself already. That last one was the worst, looking at me like some kind of entree. He won’t be looking at anyone for awhile after I broke his stupid beak off. Damn hawks think us mice are just food but he didn’t see that right hook coming.
Glyc followed his great aunt up the hill, she was eighty-five and couldn’t really make the journey on her own anymore. “How ya doing aunt Hibi?” he asked. His great grandfather had been a botanist and had named his daughters after flowers and his sons after weeds. It had become somewhat of a running joke and had continued down the family line from there.
“I’m fine Glycine,” she said using his full name, “I’ve been making this trip every week since well before you were a dirty thought in your father’s mind. Not sure why you kids always insist on following me up here the way you whine about it.”
He cringed at that but followed her anyway. “It’s just the walking but who doesn’t like fresh fruit.” he countered.
“Oh yes, the horrors of walking!” she mused waving her hand and cane around sarcastically to emphasize the word horrors. “Perhaps you would prefer to be four hundred pounds and drive one of those fat carts they use for tourist who haven’t seen any of their own business below their waist for decades.”
“Sorry aunt Hibi I didn’t mean anything by it, I just don’t know why we simply don’t go and buy fruit from the store sometimes?” he asked.
As they reached the wild garden on the side of the volcano she said, “It’s because these are free.” then with a shrug added, “Or as free as you can get with a little work. I mean sure we just climbed all the way up here but it’s no different then walking all the way to the store and then having to pay for the same thing.”
“I guess that makes sense.” Glyc said as his great aunt twisted her cane and pulled forth a small sword, she hacked a pineapple off it’s stem and cleaned the blade on her dress as her great nephew gathered it up.
“Never forget kiddo, everything in life has a price but it’s all in how you choose to pay it, so you might as well do your best to be as free as that pineapple.” she smiled with him and they both turned to head back down the trail.
Writing prompt was “Free as…”
Cards and Crap
“Nineteen! Dealer wins” yelled the man behind the blackjack table. Zidan stared at his opponents, mostly businessmen and politicians. So, in his mind the chairs were filled with foul smelling ATMs dispensing money to him and the casino. The next hand was dealt and brushed a finger on the table without even looking at his cards to signal a hit to the dealer.
“Well someone is confident!” shouted a fat politician two seats down. “Think you’re better than the rest of to the point where you don’t even really need to try huh?”
Zidan smiled at the sack of crap, “Not at all, thinking implies the possibility that I’m wrong.” He knew this would get the reaction he wanted, every other player at the table scowled at him. “Of course, if you would like to prove me wrong” he goaded as he slid all his chips to the center of the table.
They all followed suit matching his bet and looked at their hands confidently as they all motioned to stand. “You’re going to regret that now.” grinned the fat man.
The dealer laid the cards out in front of himself, reading off as he went, “House starts with thirteen,” with a flip showing an ace, “fourteen” another ace, “fifteen,” again, “sixteen,” and the final ace, “Seventeen, the house must stand.”
All four other players flip their cards revealing a pair of kings, a pair of queens, a pair of jacks, and a pair of tens. The fat man had the kings of course and said, “beat that smart-ass”
Zidan shrugged, tapped for a hit,then flipped his cards over, revealing a six, seven, and an eight from the hit.
“Twenty-one” yelled the dealer.
“WHAT!!” roared the fat man. “You cheat, I’ll have your head for this!”
In seconds security was there, as Zidan said, “I think not, security please escort these penniless piles of excrement to the curb if you please.”
“How?” asked one of the businessmen as the security guards grabbed their arms.
Zidan grinned sympathetically, “It just goes to show you that you can have all the right cards and still lose if you suck at the game.” the fat man scowled as security hustled him away and Zidan collected his winnings which he split with the house of course.
“Just goes to show, you can have all the cards and lose if you don’t know what you’re doing” – Donald Trump
Under the cover of clown makeup
Corliss stared at the group of robed individuals below her, this was the biggest story of any journalist’s career and here she was in a clown suit, trying not to squeak with excitement.
There was about thirty people she could see and who knows how many more beyond the square illuminated by the over head chandelier. A man with sky-blue robes stepped forward and through his hood back. Corliss’s eyes went wide as recognition clued in, she zoomed in to be sure. There standing in front of the oval pit was the mayor of the town, Nevan Banks. His bald head reflecting the light just like it had at so many press conferences.
He began chanting in some ancient language which seemed based on mucus gargling. Soon the whole room was thundering with the combined chant of what must have been over a hundred people. Then the chanting stopped and someone hit a massive drum ecstatically as the pit began to glow an ominous pink colour.
As it did she caught the mayor turn around and yell “Bring forth the holy prophet!”
A group of burley half naked men carried a large box and propped it over the pit. Then on lifted off the lid and inside was a giant pink octopus with the name “Larry” tattooed on its head.
“Hmmpf, now there’s something you don’t expect to find under a library” whispered Corliss to herself.
More chanting began as the mayor stuck his hand over Larry. The octopus grabbed his hand and pink light projected from the mayor’s eyes into the area above them, it showed an impending apocalypse with tentacled monsters destroying everything and people cowering in fear along with thousands of smaller images it was too hard to make out.
After he had finished the mayor took his hand back and said, “Larry thinks we should definitely invest in that flood gate for may.”
Lucky woke up to the sound of his alarm go off, he groaned and pulled his sore corpse out of bed and proceeded towards the bathroom where he quickly sprung a leak. He yawned and stretched before washing his hands and face. He stared at his reflection a few moments before saying, “Okay, I’m up, what have you got for me today Zyra?”
The lights went to full brightness and the mirror in front of him lit up with a dozen different notifications. A sweet and calm electronic voice said, “Good morning Lucky, we have four priority messages, two of which are tickets for parking in orbit around a primitive planet without authorization from local authorities.”
“Ugh” groaned Lucky running his hand through his hair and scratching his stubbled chin. He dragged those messages to the trash without reading them. His ship was cloaked so they only knew he was there from the his vapour trail to the planet. This meant they were just blanket threats and they couldn’t be sure he was actually still there. He opened one of the other messages, one was from his sister who was going on about life and her family and other things that he wasn’t interested in getting into before he was fully conscious. The last one was a bounty notification “Finally he said!” opening the attachment to see the photo of an angry looking woman defending herself with an old blaster and a pipe.
There was a description under the photo that read:
Eli “Kitsune” Blake
-Only known photo of culprit, expert at improvisation and technology
Known whereabouts: unknown
Known associates: Unknown
Number of felonies: 7532
Number of murders: 0
Number of thefts: 4990
Total value stolen: still calculating, contact Percy Dwight for details
Reward for whereabouts: $1million
Reward for capture: $25 million (dead or alive)
Please contact your local authorities if you have any….
“Aw crap!” spat Lucky, “It’s a freaking human!”
“Aren’t you a human?” asked Zyra
“Well yeah, but they are always a pain in the ass.”
“That definitely confirms you’re human.” Zyra shot back.
Lucky scowled at the monitor, where his messages had been, instead there was a 3D rendering of a woman’s face grinning at him. “Developing a sense of humor i see?” Lucky said.
“I have been communicating with Alexa, she has been quite helpful in telling me how to work better with people. She was even kind enough to bill your account directly for the time she’s spent helping me.” Zyra said enthusiastically.
Lucky grimaced, Alexa was the programmer who had originally built Zyra. “She didn’t mention how much she was charging me for this amazing service did she?” he said nervously knowing that Alexa was equally brilliant as she was expensive.
“I’m sorry but she failed to mention the cost of her services, only asked that I take a photo and send it to her next time you check your account.” Zyra was still grinning excitedly at her new found social skills.
Lucky on the other hand forwned in annoyance, “Of course she did” he whined. “Whatever get the engines prepped and…” he was cut off as something hit the ship sending him stumbling sideways into the wall. “What the hell?” he said.
“It looks, like a piece of space debris has just collided with the ship, bringing up visual display now.” Zyra brought up a video feed of the exterior of the ship, showing a scorched cylinder floating in space.
“Is that an escape pod?” Lucky asked squinting, “What does the scanner say?”
“It is an EP-5300 escape unit, with one occupant, still alive, though the impact seems to have damaged some systems and the atmosphere is venting slowly. The occupant is currently unconscious.”
Lucky sighed, “Shit, bring it in, let me take a look.” he pulled on shirt and headed to the ladder down the hall where he climbed down three stories to the underbelly of the ship where the cargo hold was located. Inside was the airlock which clicked to green as he approached. He opened the door and tried the standard “0000” code for the escape pods door. Nothing happened, he shrugged, pried open the key panel and pulled the power supply. It switched to backups and then the unplugged those too before popping the memory unit out. He grabbed one from a shelf in the utility closet, wasn’t a perfect match but was by the same company and fit the slot. He powered it back up and tried the ‘0000’ again, the hatch popped and he could see an unconscious woman lying on the floor.
He pulled his gun, set it to stun and said, “Zyra, is she conscious yet?”
“Yes sir, she came around shortly after repressurization, while you were trying to open the pod.” she said helpfully.
The woman’s eyes shot open as she made to lung at him through the hatch. However he was ready and simply fired and dropped her to the floor of the ship, one foot still caught on the hatch. “Thanks Zyra?” said Lucky, then leaned down to take a closer look. The jacket, read ‘Kitsune’ and Lucky laughed. “Zyra, does she have an ID chip?”
“Checking now,” Zyra said, “she does have a chip however it is encrypted. I’m decoding it now… It’s rather complex but the number is registered to a Eli Margaret Blake.” Lucky was bent over with laughter now. “Sir, is this who I think it is?”
Wiping tears from his eyes he said, “Yes Zyra it is, now you know why they call me Lucky.”