Kenji watched. He did not reason about what he saw, nor did the thought to do so enter his mind. It was like being reminded of something, and he watched the memory the same way one would watch television after an exhausting day. Aware, but detached.
There was an enormous crowd inside with him. He could only just see the pre-noon light as it flowed in through the massive picture window over everyone’s heads. He stood on tan shag carpet, up against dark brown wood panelling on the walls, which he would have thought was tacky and outdated, if he could have thought about much in the first place. All kinds of people, stuffed as close as they could stand, and he could see that the crowd extended out into the hall as well through an open door.
They were all dressed like the people in the old magazines his mother read. The way he assumed people had dressed around ten, maybe twenty years ago. Most everyone was wearing suits. Patterned collared shirts, dress slacks, and colourful dresses. People held suitcases & clipboards, and everyone’s pockets were filled with pencils and cigarettes. A balding yellow Skeith stood at one side of a table, attempting to look at everyone in the crowd as he spoke.
Alright, everyone… we’re all on the same page. Both in
this room and out on the street. You all know what our job is,
what you came here for. The first neopian… to walk on the moon… by
the end of this decade. You all heard the speech. The whole world
heard it. And now… the entire world is watching us. And we’re
gonna make good on that promise.
The people in the crowd had many reactions. Most smiled, and most were nervous, though not all at the same time. The neopian at the table continued.
I’m sure each one of you has talents of your own. And,
in all likelihood, you’re going to get to show that off. Many of
you… are going to be put on teams of three, maybe five people, and
you’re going to have to get along. You are going to be supervised,
but not micromanaged. You’re going to get a lot of feedback, and
you’re gonna have to make sure that whatever you design bends over
backwards to accommodate what everyone else is doing. There is
no way anyone can have an entire space shuttle fit in their
head at once, so we are…
compartmentalizing it, like this,
for ease of organization, and our own sanity. he chuckled,
…And if we’d realized so many of you were gonna come at once,
we’d have rented a much bigger room. Hehehehh.
There were some chuckles amongst the crowd, but not many. Quite a few people pushed each other around in the back, and out in the hall, to see and hear what he’d said.
All of you are going to have to get situated with
neopian resources, get your names and signatures written down,
etcetera. We have people. Lots of people, apparently. So we
gotta get this malarkey sorted out into a well oiled machine.
Kenji had just begun to recognize someone in the crowd. A
blue Ixi with short horns, curled hair, and a white coat stood
near the front of the crowd. He looked at her, and couldn’t help
but think that she looked familiar.
Oh. he thought to himself,
That’s the lady that was on TV… while we were getting ready to
fight that ghoul last night. Amy? Her name was Amy, right?
Kenji was between the table and the picture window now,
though he didn’t remember moving. Something tapped at the glass
behind him. The entire room stopped moving, as if it were a movie,
paused, though Kenji didn’t notice this. He turned his head to the
right to look outside. The sky stole his attention first. It was a
beautiful sunny day, as though the sky itself had been painted by
an artist instead of it being formed by natural processes. Thin
streaks of white clouds flowed and converged like paintbrush
strokes in a sky that was an intense azure. Out in the distance
were mountains, then farmland, and in front of that, tan-ish grey
concrete. Huge airplanes sat on it, aligned with painted lines in
This is an airport conference room, he realized,
on either the second or third story.
Something tapped on the glass again, and he turned all the way around to look. Someone stood out there, on the decorative ledge outside the window. A long brown haired Lutari with pastel colored fur stood by his clawed toes on the edge as if he were weightless. Kenji felt his chest tighten, and he smiled.
It’s him. His best friend Dakota was right outside the
It’d been so long. Dakota smiled and pressed his clawed hand
against the glass. The excitement Kenji felt made his breath catch
in his throat, and made the world feel like it had begun to spin.
The faces in the crowd all started to blend together, and the
world outside the glass became even more beautiful. Dakota said
something, but he couldn’t hear him. Kenji leaned in closer, and
put his hand up to the glass, against where Dakota’s hand was.
The barrier between them had begun to crack.
The dream ended in a whirlwind of sights and emotions. Kenji was on his side, disoriented and groggy. They were all still in the same room they were in yesterday.
Kenji. Kenji, hey. Wake up, man.
Rei was over him, and she jostled him by the shoulder. He looked up at her, and blinked a few times. The sun was up, and he was on the floor.
It’s… what… what happened?
Hey, goodmornin! Warren got him!
The ghoul Kenji. We won.
He narrowed his eyes.
Did I… what did I do?
What do you mean?
I don’t remember what I did.
Oh uh, yeah. Sorry man. We all missed what happened. He had
some kind of knock-out gas or something. We all fell
Kenji sighed, and put a hand up to his head.
Rei stood up
What? No, no, there was nothing we could do! Don’t
worry about it.
He pushed himself up off the ground.
Chikushō… he muttered,
doji… kaiwarezoku… useless, useless….
Rei raised her eyebrows and backed off a bit, as he wobbled to his feet.
Hey man… are you okay? she asked him.
I’m fine. Don’t worry.
What’s… what’s the matter, man?
It’s nothing. I’m sorry for my outburst. Excuse me.
He walked out of the room, and into the hall. She looked
over at Warren. He’d been watching them.
Well, that’s not good. he said.
No. Uh… have you ever seen Kenji that mad before?
What’s the matter with him?
I’ll talk to him later. Just give him some time to calm
down. he got up off the side of the bed,
awake. Let’s clean this place up.
Rei raised an eyebrow at him.
Are we gonna talk about
The whole… you swooping in to save the day, part.
Oh, haha, that. No. No we are not.
He dusted something off of his jacket, and it made a small
metallic noise. Rei kept her eyebrows raised and stared at him,
to make sure her expectations were clear.
even a hint.
Later then? At some point?
Sure. Maybe. Look, can I bribe you to not ask about it or
Hmm. she smiled,
He grimaced and folded his arms, but said nothing.
What about Cold Scoopies? she asked.
Again? We were just there a couple days ago.
So? It’s on the way. We passed it to get here. Plus, I’m
hungry. Aren’t you?
No. Not in the slightest.
Kenji shook his head, and rubbed his eyes, as he trudged behind his friends. Warren carried two of the magi-guns (one of them having been broken to get at the crystal inside), and Sechson carried the other. Kenji hid the rising sun behind his hand, as it hit his eyes at an uncomfortable angle. He gave up, his arm too tired to hold itself up, and he slumped his head down to watch the pavement under his feet.
He grimaced and looked to his left. They’d walked from the neighborhoods outside the school grounds, and up on the businesses that had set up shop right on the edge of the campus. There was a large gathering of people outside one of them.
He stopped and straightened up. Ambulance lights flashed with the sirens off, and people stood around outside the arcade. The hair on the back of his neck stood up.
Hey. Kenji stared at the crowd.
The rest of his friends turned to look at him, then turned to the arcade.
Hm? Oh. Rei saw what he saw,
Oh wow. What’s goin
on over there?
I dunno. Maybe some kids got into a
What makes you say that?
Just a guess. It’s an arcade, they’re kids. Some people get
passionate about that kind of stuff.
They all watched the crowd. Paramedics emerged from the
dark insides of the arcade, with a stretcher in tow. It was hard
to see from the distance, but it was clear that it was just a kid,
around 14 or 15 years old. Their eyes were wide open, but their
body was motionless.
That… doesn’t look like a fight.
Hmmm. You’re right, but… come on, it’s not our
What? The ambulance is already here, what are we gonna
do? They can handle it. Let ’em do their jobs.
What if it’s a paranormal thing?
Then… look, I’ll… look into it later.
Rei looked at him, not a word he said credible enough for her.
I’ll get someone to look into it, okay. Come on, let’s
just get somewhere where I can sit down.
Fine, fine. Alright. Rei rolled her eyes.
She looked at some of the people stood around next to the door, and saw a child that she swore looked just like Sechson. She narrowed her eyes and tried to focus on him, but the blue Bori walked back into the arcade. They all started to walk again, and Kenji was the last to leave. He looked back at the arcade, and into the side parking lot. There was an enormous gash in the asphalt that gave him an ominous feeling. He shook his head and tried to ignore it.
All four of them shared a table: Rei and Sechson sat next
to each other, across from Warren and Kenji. The waiter (who was
also the cook) (and the manager) stared at them as they decided on
So, uhhm… Rei looked all over the menu,
are there any
No. The special is burger.
Ohhh, you big silly! Alright, alright. Uhmm… I
could just get what I had last time….
You have thirty seconds or I’m skipping you.
Right, right, uh. Howabout… instead…. What’s the uh… she
pointed at something on the menu,
Big Boy’s Brunch
Oh. It’s uh. Burger.
I has uh. Fries. On the burger, and on the side. Cheddar slice.
Frotwysalsagolf. Bacon, soft. Tomato slices. No pickles. No
I’m in the mood for onions. Sure! Yes, I’ll have that
Achyfi, please. Oh, and by the way?
What’s the? Frot… will-salsa-golf?
Secret sauce recipe.
Warren looked over and tilted his head toward her,
ketchup and mayonnaise mixed together.
Ohh hush, you don’t know that. Rei said, and
stuck her tongue out at him. Warren looked back out the window.
The Skeith scribbled something down on their notepad
I can give
you the recipe, if you want.
Oh, wow, really?
Yeah. Just don’t show it to him. they looked at him
and smiled, as they ripped the paper off their notepad and handed
it to her.
Ohh-ho-ho. Yeah, you got it. Rei said with a mischievous
smile, and she stuffed it into a pocked without looking at
Yeah. Whatever. Warren said, without changing his
I just want a water.
Kenji stared at the menu he held. Sechson glanced over to
him a couple times. To him, it looked more like Kenji was fixated
on something a thousand miles past the menu.
You. the Skeith pointed at him,
Hm? Sechson looked up, away from Kenji,
Ah, right. he made one last glance at the menu.
please have a uh, a hamburger steak?
Could I have… also Achyfi please? I’ve never had one
Mm. That’s all for you?
Yes, thank you.
They turned to Kenji.
Kenji didn’t react, for a moment, then blinked and shook his head.
Oh. Yes, I’m sorry. Do…. Do you serve dessert? At this
Ice cream, ano, what flavors do you have?
All of the flavors. All of them.
Kenji looked confused.
Uh… all…? Of them?
Just order what you want. The logo isn’t a bowl of ice cream
for no reason.
Oh… I still don’t think you’ll have it.
They leaned in closer to him, looking even more threatening than usual:
Kenji leaned away from them,
Uh… green tea ice cream?
Yeah. Any toppings?
He blinked again, and his eyes got wider.
You… really have
Yeah. Any toppings?
Y— yes! May I uh… please have chocolate syrup on top of
Mmhm. That’s all?
Yes, thank you, very much.
They wrote something else on their notepad, and walked
off. Rei looked at Kenji, and made a face somewhere between
confused and impressed.
Green tea ice cream? That’s a thing?
Yes. It’s aah, very nostalgic to me. I didn’t
expect them to have it.
Mmm. It’s uh… while I do like green tea… as ice cream
it’s… honestly not my favorite… unless you put sweet chocolate on
it, then mix it all together. My mom used to buy it from a novelty
store when I was a kid.
Hahaha. Cool, cool.
Then uh, I introduced it to… a friend of mine. any cheer
his expression had gained from the discussion ice cream flavors
When we met. He and I would go and eat some… once a
Ah, cool, cool. Rei looked to the side and nodded. She
could feel the heavy burden the phrase
a friend of
mine brought to his face, as if it was her own.
Warren looked over,
You don’t have to talk about it if you
don’t want to.
Right, right. Thank you. …I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have
mentioned… a certain thing. he said, and he continued to
inspect the menu in silence.
Warren looked over at Rei, and changed the subject:
Well, so… we know what his name is. Or at least, what he
decided on at least.
Oh. You asked him what his name was?
He told me. He renamed himself to
Are you kidding? Renamed himself to
Nnnope. Not kidding.
Oh, wow. It’s like he’s… one of those messed up kids from
school or something. Dangerous, sure, but… hoo boy. That’s
some real second-hand embarrassment there. Even if he was… pretty
Yeah. He sounded like a teenager or something, to me.
he stopped smiling,
That… that also kinda bothers me.
Yeah. A ghoul can be incredibly powerful. You saw for yourself
how easily he shut everybody down.
Oh. Yeah. I see what you mean. If somebody like that could have
taken us out so easily….
Well, not just that.
He…. Okay, so… while all y’all were asleep, I learned a few
things about, uh, this
Are we really calling him that?
Maybe? he shrugged and held his hands
I don’t know. Whatever his original name was
doesn’t matter, at this point. What is relevant, however…
is… that this was an accident.
This is… I’m not sure if I totally believe this myself, but… he
didn’t become a ghoul on purpose. This was something that happened
Sechson looked up with an expression of disbelief.
Right?? Warren looked over at him,
It’s not…. Okay, so,
something like that happening by accident is just… so
astronomically unlikely, I… I didn’t really consider it a
possibility. Yet here we are, I guess.
Huh? Rei raised an eyebrow,
consider it a possibility? You mentioned that that was a
thing, like, fifty times, a couple days ago.
I was just covering all my bases, okay? I was just being
thorough. I didn’t think that it’d actually turn out to be
Uhg, Rei rolled her eyes,
whatever. 1, I guess
Sechson looked concerned
What if he was lying?
I mean, that’s possible too, but what reason would he have to
lie? The first ghoul, uh… in the library. Did we ever get their
Right. Well, whoever that guy was, they were clearly up to
something. This guy though… he was a shithead obviously,
but… that was it. He didn’t have any aspirations beyond
just fucking with people and doing whatever he felt like. He was
just… some guy. No plan, no conspiracy. It… it honestly
kinda bugs me a little. You know? He didn’t even seem like he knew
what a ghoul was. He kept referring to himself as a ghost.
I thought that that was just a part of his weird lame-o brooding
act but… again, I’m not so sure. He may have actually
thought he was a ghost.
Rei spoke up again,
What would that mean?
It would mean… I’m not sure. Best case scenario, this was just
some weird kid that found some rituals that he wasn’t supposed to,
and made himself into a ghoul. Somehow.
And worst case?
Worst case…. he looked out the window, and back to her,
Worst case scenario, we have someone, or something that
can turn people into ghouls.
Is that something that can happen? Sechson asked,
can do that?
As far I’m as aware, jack shit can do that. I have no idea. If
there is something that can make someone into a ghoul
against their will, or without them even knowing about it, I’ve
never heard of it, even if it’s technically possible.
The Skeith returned, with plates of food on one arm.
Burger. They said, and set down a burger the size of the
plate it was on in front of Rei, with light-red, salmon colored
sauce on it. It had fries and sauteed onions on it, and orange
cheese that peeked out from under the sesame bun, just as they’d
Warren whispered to himself
Damn, that was
Ooh, it looks amazing! Rei turned to the Skeith,
Mm. You’re welcome.
They handed Sechson his plate next.
Burger steak. Kenji looked up, recognizing the dish. It too
was the size of the plate, and it was garnished by some sort of
green herbs Kenji couldn’t identify, spices, cheese, and grilled
Oh? Sechson looked up at him,
You like these
Yes. he nodded,
They make it in Shenkuu too. I forgot
they had it here.
Oh, nice! I’ve never been to Shenkuu before, I didn’t know
that. he turned to the waiter,
Ice cream. Green tea. they set down a huge bowl of
ice cream in front of Kenji. It was covered in chocolate, and had
a metal spoon stuck into the side of it. The ice cream was darker
and had more of a natural green color than similar colored mint
chocolate ice cream.
Kenji bowed his head.
Thank you. Thank you very, very
Mm. they said, as Kenji began to mix it all together inside
the large bowl with the spoon.
They turned to Warren, and handed him a glass.
Here is your artisanal, pure, filtered spring-water.
Only the best, for you, sir.
Yeah. Thanks. he set it down off to the side, next the
napkin holder by the wall.
Enjoy. they started to walk off, but turned to say
By the way. I’m low on to-go
boxes. So y’all better eat all of it here before you go runnin’
Oh, yes! Rei waved,
You got it!
All of them started to eat, except for Warren, who stared
out the window, and Kenji, who busied himself as he mixed the
chocolate sauce into his ice cream. Rei bit into her burger, and
mmmm’ed, an estatic look on her face.
Ohhh this is so good! See, Warren,
look, she pointed at the sauce on the burger,
ketchup on burgers, and I hate mayo in general; there’s no
way it’s just those two mixed together.
I’m telling you, it is.
It’s not, dude, I’d be able to tell! I’m the one eating
You wanna try it yourself?
No, I don’t.
Well, then, I guess that settles it.
Sechson chuckled at the two of them, as he cut off a piece
of his steak and ate it. He looked over at Warren.
Warren looked over,
How does one become a ghoul in the first place?
Oh. Warren raised his eyebrows, and looked
overwhelmed for a moment,
That’s uh… that’s kind of a tough
It is? Why?
Yeah. Nobody really knows the specifics anymore.
Was it… lost to time or something?
Essentially. Everyone that knew how to do it is dead.
Appropriate, I guess. Hahah. It’s possible we’ll find out, if
any-a-these ghouls around here decide to tell
us. I don’t really see that happening though.
So… ghouls can’t turn other people into ghouls?
No. I realize you made a comparison to vampires earlier. The
other day, I think. As far as being undead, and needing food or
else they go bonkers, that’s an apt comparison. But that’s
basically the only thing they have in common. They’re not like
vampires or werelupes, where they can spread the curse around like
a disease. That’s why the concept of
making more ghouls is
so bizarre. I mean, we know it’s some kind of ritual. It has
something to do with leaving neopia, the physical plane behind,
and it has to take place during a lunar eclipse. That’s all
anyone knows anymore.
Question. Rei raised her hand at Warren.
So what all happened last night with the ghoul?
What?? I thought you said you wouldn’t ask!
I said maybe I wouldn’t ask. I didn’t promise
anything she smiled.
No. I’m not discussing it, he shook his
it’s not important.
Dude, come on.
Uhhhg, come onnn. You can’t do that! I wanna know what
happened! I bet it was cool!
It was not cool. Believe me. I just did what I had to
do. I took care of it. I called Lucine, I called the homeowner,
and said that it was taken care of. It honestly wasn’t that
Pffft. You… she shook her head
you obviously have a uh,
way different definition of interesting than I
Yeah, well. Warren shrugged,
It’s not important.
There’s a reason I ask, though, like, not just to hear
Yeah. So, with the first ghoul we fought. That guy was this,
like, powerful sorcerer or whatever, right?
Maybe. He never really got to do anything as far
as what you told me.
And this guy, nasty dude from last night, was just some
weirdo with sleeping gas.
The weirdo that didn’t even know he was a ghoul was the one
that beat us.
Ahh. I think I see where you’re going.
Yeah. The first guy… was a fluke.
Uh-huh. I told you. He’d’ve kicked your collective asses
if you hadn’t done your whole… surprise attack, bull rush,
thing. Absolutely. I haven’t forgot about that.
And that same strategy didn’t work on this guy.
Noo, it very much did not.
Well? I wanted to know how you did it, so that we could, like,
be better prepared next time.
Warren sighed again, leaned back, and let his head hang
over the back of the booth.
I mean… he lifted his head back
up and looked at her,
I’m not sure what to tell you. These guys
have access to weird, old magic. This guy wasn’t even using
straight-up magic anyway, that was a 2.
Sechson looked confused.
Yeah, that uh, red glow in his hand? Where the mist came from?
I’ve seen that before. That was a gift, from a deva.
Warren looked over to Sechson,
It’s thaumaturgy. Do you know
what that is?
Uhhh. he looked to the side,
Thaumaturgy is magic that people get from deva, demons,
spirits, or what-have-you. The ability to work miracles. It’s an
ability you can activate at will, without actually using your own
magic reserves. It has uh… different restrictions. And it’s\
generally not easy to get your hands on, at least, not these
Oh… I see. he said, as his face turned thoughtful.
Powerful Fæ can grant abilities like that too, but that hasn’t
happened in a long time. They used to do that all the time back in
the middle ages, when magic was more popular. When it’s from a
deva, however, they’re called charismata. And that’s way older. That’s
weird old magic I was talking about
Rei had already finished her burger, and was leaning in close,
How’d he get his hands on something like that? And from
I have no idea. That’s the problem. I don’t know what to warn
you about, or prepare you for, because they could pull some kind
of bullshit out their ass that I’d never thought of. I haven’t
seen anyone using charismata in fuckin centuries. Who knows what else
these people are gonna have up their sleeves?
Sechson hadn’t touched his drink so far, and while Warren
ranted, the Bori took a sip of it.
Hrrk— eckh he gagged,
Oh… oh my Lord, this
Warren looked over, a huge grin now on his face, and laughed, while Rei rolled her eyes and shook her head.
Oh come on, it’s not that bad.
Sechson pushed open the front door to his house, and the rest of his friends followed. They took off their shoes on the stone tile step-up before the sitting room. Kenji was winded, but tried not to show it. Warren tossed the two magi-guns he held away, and Sechson winced as the metal clattered onto the wooden floor.
Whooh. Goodness. Warren huffed,
That sours my milk.
Hm? What does? Rei asked
Just… all my plans for today have been shot. We were supposed
to have a meeting this afternoon, but… do y’all wanna cancel? I’m…
Rei tilted her head,
You are?? It’s only…. Oh. Wait. You didn’t
uh. Get to sleep last night did you?
Haha. No. No I did not.
Aww, sorry about that. That’s probably reasonable. she
turned to Kenji,
Whaddya think? You wanna call it a day
He had walked over to the table to get the backpack full of books that he’d left there last night.
Hai… I’m… going back to bed.
I’m not waking up until I have classes tomorrow.
Oh goodness, hahaha. Still tired?
Mmm. Cho… just a little. I’m sorry.
Alright, yeah. I guess we’re uh, canceling it then.
Sechson looked disappointed, but nodded as well.
have a lot of reading to do. I’ll get my books.
Oh, yeah? You got books? Rei asked.
Uh-huh! I bought a few of them the other day.
Sechson brought out a cloth bag, and slid the books out
onto the table. Most of them were about the same dark brown color
as the varnished wood.
Aah. Kenji perked up, and he unzipped his backpack,
Almost forgot…. I have books for you also.
Yes, supposed to give them to you before. I didn’t get to last
Wait… from the library? Oh, wow! Thank you! That must have
Kenji paused and looked up at him,
Warren looked over,
So, you found them all?
Yes. Well, not all. The one by Bren was not there. It said…
pending reprint at author’s request.
Author’s request? Really? It said that? Kenji
nodded, and Warren scrunched up his face in confusion.
weird. Well, you got Boolin’s?
Kenji nodded again.
Good. That’s good then. Thank you. Did you get these books
Hai, yesterday morning. I was free that day.
Hmm. Warren looked concerned,
I… see. As long as you’re
Kenji looked down at the titles of the books already on
What are Ghouls? by Cannizarro,
The Rusty Ghoul Catchers by Derel Karak,
Ghoul Catchers: the Quest Continues by
What… are these?
These, Warren looked down at it,
were all that Sechson
could find on his own.
We thought you weren’t going to go to the
library after the whole uh… thing… that happened.
I’m fine. Where did he find…?
I uh, I dunno, Warren shrugged,
Probably a local
bookstore, newspaper article archives, something like that. Most
of this is just creative writing, stories and stuff.
You read through them already? Rei asked.
Yeah. I mean, he shrugged again,
I skimmed through a
couple the other day.
Sechson tilted his head
Are they not good books?
Well… creative writing isn’t a bad thing,
obviously, some of it is legitimately educational. But we’re
looking for… historical accuracy, you know? Hell, one of
them even has some kind of weird self insert character married to
King Altador. Like, what??
Yeah. I dunno what that’s about. Anyway. The information on
ghouls is sorta all over the place, but… Warren pointed to the
last book Kenji had looked at,
this one seems more accurate
than the rest of them, even though it was clearly written for
children. Have you read that one before?
Hai, hai. Kenji only half-listened, as he took the library
books out of his backpack and onto the table as well.
one? If I did, I don’t remember, no.
Ahh. Well, skim through them if you want, on your own time.
There was a piece of cake, on a paper plate and wrapped in
plastic, still on the table.
Wait a minute… is this…? Rei picked it up.
Oh. Oops. Yeah. Sechson looked it over.
Hey Kenji uh… do
you still want your cake?
Hmm? Kenji looked up.
We got a cake for everyone, and uh, we wanted to save you a
piece. It’s been sitting out, though….
Ano… no, no, I…. he paused,
Well…. I think I will. Thank
you. Sorry if I’m being rude.
You’re not rude, don’t worry!
Thank you. he smiled a little,
Sechson looked down to inspect the books Kenji brough.
Mmhm. Kenji let Rei hand him the plate with the plastic
wrapped cake on it,
There is more than just ghoul things here,
Ah, Warren pointed at some of the books,
Yeah. I didn’t
realize you were gonna be fixated on ghouls when you first joined,
so I had him get a lot of other, more general, stuff. Uh… psychic
stuff… dream stuff… different dimensions… supers… deva, demons…
thoughtforms. Buncha weird shit. Dunno how much you’re
interested in any of that stuff, but hey, it’s there, if you want
Oh wow. That’s… a lot to take in at once. Thank you.
Rei piped up
And absolutely nothing about infohazards or
Yes, that is correct. And, like
I’ve said before, I’m not gonna start on that right now, it’s way
too dangerous. Especially with this guy, if I’m not gonna
teach that stuff to you, I’m certainly not gonna teach it
Uhhhg. Well, I would be mad as hell if you skipped over
Mmhm. Warren rolled his eyes.
Everyone goes their separate ways, and, we all meet back here
tomorrow evening? Sound good to everybody?
Sechson looked like he was in thought for a moment, as Kenji unloaded everything and closed his pack up.
I… guess so.
Kenji, who’d finished unpacking, took that as his que, and
waved one hand a little.
Oh, gosh, already? Alright then. Rei chuckled,
Kenji! See you soon! Rei waved back.
Kenji nodded as he put his shoes back on, and slipped out through the door.
See you all tomorrow.
She smiled and continued to wave, until he’d turned away to walk down the driveway. She sighed and looked over to Sechson.
I guess I oughta get goin’ too. I haven’t done any of my chores
or homework today. Bleh. she giggled.
Haha alright. Sechson said as she walked over to her
slippers and went to the door.
I gotta work on my destruction magic homework anyway. I’ve
been putting that off too. I’ll see ya later!
See ya soon! Sechson waved, and she waved back, as she
close the door and walked off the same way Kenji had gone.
Well. Warren looked over at him,
I guess it’s
just us now, huh? Warren hadn’t moved from the spot he was in
when the conversation began, and he didn’t look like he was about
to leave now, either. He sat down in one of the wooden chairs by
the table. He wobbled a little as he did so, and stabilized
himself on the hard wood.
You… uhm… I thought you said you were tired?
Oh I am. I am extremely tired. But, I’ve been meaning to
talk to you. Privately. I just haven’t gotten the chance until
Oh. Uh, alright then…?
Right. By the way, have you ever heard of Zenner cards
The same morning sun shone through the windows of the administrative building. The only sound inside was hard dress shoes against carpeted floors, aside from the background rumble of distant industrial air conditioners. Rose, a Lupe in a blue dress, carried books full of actors’ lines against her chest. She turned the corner, from the hall to a large side-room —the temporary drama club location— and opened the door.
It was dark, compared to the rest of the building, though slim rays of light came through the gaps in the closed blinds. Someone stood in the room, and he turned to look at her. Her hand had gone up to turn on the light switch by unconscious force of habit, and she jumped from the shock of the sight of someone there she didn’t recognize. He wore a black hooded cloak with gold accents, gold jewelry, black eyeliner, and what looked like historical qasalan garb.
Oh!! Oh my goodness. she put her hand
to her chest
Goodness… you scared me. I didn’t expect anyone to
be in here.
He turned to her, and pulled back his hood,
apologies. he bowed his head.
She looked him up and down. The Kyrii’s face was covered
in scars, like he had been stitched back together after some kind
of terrible accident. Other parts of him, like his hands, were so
damaged that they seemed almost mummified. Despite his scars, he
dressed like an aristocrat, from his well manicured hair to the
regal way in which he held himself. He was youthful, muscular, and
slim, though he had the white, peppered hair of someone several
times his apparent age. His expression was like still water.
He must not realize he’s not supposed to be in here. she
thought to herself.
Could I… help you with anything? she asked.
Hmm. It’s possible.
He inspected the room, and looked around as though there was something interesting on the walls she couldn’t see.
I’m… terribly sorry, but, we… haven’t quite opened
Yes, yes, I’m aware. Don’t worry. What I’m looking for
evidently isn’t here.
Are you here for the… she began, but got distracted by his
…I must say, your costume, it’s…
He looked back at her with greater intensity. For a
moment, she saw something intimidating in him. An undertow of
paranoid anger flowed underneath the stoic waters.
It’s stunning, sir. she continued, and acted like
she didn’t notice
The artistry is just… just
…Thank you. It’s… an original piece.
You made it yourself?
Oh, he chuckled,
ho ho, no. I had it made for me. I am
Well, what are you then?
He thought for a moment.
You could say…. An electrician.
I… see. Well, whoever made it has incredible talent… it looks
less like a costume and more of a genuine historical replica.
She saw the same tense emotion flash over his face, but it
was fleet, and at the same instant, replaced by a polite smile.
I’ll… definitely let them know that their work is appreciated,
should I get the chance.
She’d glanced down, and noticed that for a moment, his hand had drawn closer to what she assumed was a replica qasalan sword.
I’m very sorry, sir, but… no one but staff are supposed
to be in the administrative building… until we open, that is. I’m
terribly sorry. I’ll help you as best I can, however.
Yes, I understand.
Good, good. So, uhm, what do you need exactly?
Right… I’m looking for a group of individuals. They call
Oh. she frowned,
Hahaha. Yes, evidently. You’re not one of them?
Goodness, no. she said, and he seemed to relax as
soon as she said so, his hand moved away from the sword.
You’re meaning to join them?
No, ho ho, no. I do see you have a… low opinion of
Mmhm. I do. No disrespect to the individual members, of course,
but I… just think the entire thing is a waste of school funding.
Fools running around chasing shadows & charlitains, when they
should be focusing on academics, or the arts. I’m biased towards
the latter, as I’m sure you’re aware.
He chuckled. He had relaxed a great deal compared to when
she had first stumbled onto him, and she tried her best to act out
the same level of calm.
Apologies, for not introducing myself. he tilted forward
into a small bow,
You may call me Tariq.
Good to, uh, good to meet you, Tariq, sir. My name is Rose
Blau. I’m a teacher here.
Well met, then. he moved towards her,
what I’m looking for isn’t here. I might as well take my leave,
then, excuse me.
She moved to the side, let him through the door, the followed him out.
Why were you here for them, then?
Here? he turned around,
Ah, I was told that this is where
Ohh, no. Well, It used to be, until very recently, but
uhm, I had to… temporarily relocate them. This room now
belongs to the: she inhaled,
Brightvale University of
Magic Theatre 🙲 Performative Arts Collective.
Ahh. he nodded, and they both walked into the hall, towards
You are a… person of theater, then?
Indeed! That’s why I assumed you were in costume.
Ah. Like the theater folk of Altador.
Oh, yes! she stopped in the lobby, next to the umbrellas &
the front glass doors, and he did so as well.
Absolutely yes! I adore the theatrical traditions of
As do I, as do I. Very good.
Oh, wonderful, wonderful. I even made my screen name, for the
uhm, campus computer network, themed around my passion for
Mmm. I see.
I am known as TD, theatronDelphinidine, on there,
should you ever feel the need to contact me that way.
Mmhm. I see. he looked to the side.
The people who run this place, they don’t care for
theatre, they think the arts are a waste of time.
Mmm. A shame. he looked back to her,
What do they focus
on then? I’m assuming it’s magic, from the name. he
Haha, well, she shrugged,
That’s more a hold-over from
the old days. They’ve put more stock in mathematics and the
sciences as of recent. And far too much stock into that darned
Yooyuball? Really? he smiled, and his voice went up
a few steps with genuine surprise. He looked out over the campus,
through the glass doors. The library was visible across the
street, and beyond that, large spotlights, pointing down at a
field hidden behind it.
…They’re still doing that in this day and age?
They are! It’s frustrating. Infuriating. So much of the
school’s budget is wasted on meat-heads.
Hmhmhm. I may go over there just to see if the rules are still
the same. he chuckled,
Oh, yes, what would that be sir?
You wouldn’t happen to know where they are now?
The paranormal club.
Oh, heavens no. I haven’t a clue. I’m assuming they’re still
meeting up, but I don’t know where.
I see. I have… he looked to the side,
question for you, ma’am, apologies.
I’ve never been here, to Brightvale, before.
Ohh, I hope you’ve enjoyed your visit so far!
I have, I have, beautiful city, lovely people. Unfortunately,
my… visit here was… unplanned. I didn’t bring my most important
possessions with me. Far from where I come from. You wouldn’t
happen to know of… somewhere to purchase fine clothing? And I do
mean very fine clothing. Most of my regular attare was…
left behind, he adjusted the neck of his cloak,
and I do so
like to keep up personal appearances.
Kenji opened the door to his dorm room. The lights were
all off, and no one was in there. He breathed a sigh of relief. He
liked Vert, but he didn’t feel like talking to anyone right now,
and he knew she’d have questions about where he was last night. He
set his empty backpack down on the desk next to his textbooks, and
walked over to the table next to his bed. He bent down and threw
away an empty paper plate that once held chocolate cake into a
trash can next to the drawer. He pulled up a cord that dangled
next to it, and clicked the small plastic switch attached to it,
to turn on the wax melter. A soft amber light filled the room.
He opened the top drawer, and he used the light to find a certain
packet of cubed wax. The label read
Sandalwood. He recognized the shapes of the words, but he
hadn’t a clue on how to pronounce the first one. He popped it
open, and put one on the melter.
Kenji sat on the side of a stranger’s bed, and watched television. It was the same room, in the same house, last night where they’d fought the ghoul and woke up this morning. He remembered how during most of that, he was either hiding in a closet, or knocking himself over. He frowned, and gripped the bedsheets tight. He turned his attention back to the television. Something was off about the show, and the crowd laughed & clapped non-stop.
Hoho, こんばんは everyone! Welcome to 真夜中淹れたて!
The host of the show appeared to speak his language, even though he’d done no such thing last night. Kenji blinked and shook his head as the host continued to speak, a mixture of languages that made him feel disoriented, the meaning of the words jumbled and incorrect in both languages.
Thank you. Thank you. Problemsが時々相互作用する. But what
of my brother? 幽霊を見た? Not intentional. It could have been
better. 三九. It’s completely understandable. Everyone trusts you.
You and me, dying someday. 完全に理解できる. I hope someone will bring
us all back, as beautiful symbiotes, 400㌔㍍ゟthe power of
thought. Thank you. It’s lovely. I don’t speak human,
sorryません. まあ, ああ, いや. I think I’ve disrupted the nightstand.
The audience clapped and laughed without end; they rose
and fell in volume without any discernible reason. Kenji failed to
make any sense of the gibberish.
Hahahaa, and rememory now! 美しさに酔わないように気をつけて!
The television cut to static. Something tapped at the window.
It began to dawn on him that he didn’t remember how he’d gotten here. He looked at the door, and it was closed. The tapping sounded again. Kenji looked to his right, to the window.
It was him. Dakota was on the other side of the window, and he stood there as if he wasn’t on a second story. There was nothing but darkness behind him, as the house floated in a black void. Kenji smiled, and jumped up off the bed. The was garbled red text intermingled with the television static, but he ignored it, and went up to the window. Dakota said something, but the glass was too thick to hear him, and he only caught a faint muffled sound. Kenji curled his fingers under the lip of the window, and tried to force it open, but it wouldn’t move. Kenji looked up, and Dakota shook his head.
No…? I don’t… I don’t understand. Kenji put his ear up
to the window. The Lutari put his clawed hand to the glass and
said something else, almost inaudible.
Kenji snorted and laughed, and he smiled as he pulled his
ear away. Dakota laughed too.
You ahh… you can hear me, right? It’s so quiet, I have to
strain myself to hear you!
Good! You call me that again and I’ll kick your ass! he
said with a smile. They both laughed again. Kenji put his ear up
to the glass to listen.
So good to see you. I’ve missed you so
Yeah. Me too. He could hear Dakota
chuckle from the other side.
I need something, Kenji. It must be from you, a
maker of Breath.
What? I’m… not… not sure I understand.
I need to find you, yōseichan.
F… find me…? But… you can talk to me any time! You could call
me on the phone, or come over to visit….
You’re not remembering, Kenji. You must not become swept up in wonder. Just stay calm and
try to think.
I don’t… you’re not making sense….
Dakota shook his head, and smiled.
It’s okay if you don’t understand right now. It’s wonderful just
to be here.
…Alright. It is, it is. Kenji began to smile again.
Do I smell that ridiculous cologne that I used to wear?
That woody perfume that I liked so much?
Hahaha! You do, you do.
You’ve been thinking of me, then. I’m sorry,
Hai… I have. There’s nothing to be sorry about. Why don’t you
Through the window?
I’m already inside, Kenji. In a way. I need to get back
out. But… let’s save that for later. Tell me what’s been going on.
How have you been? What have you been up to? Where are you
Yes, yes. A… a lot of things have been going on. I’ve been so
busy in college….
College?? That’s amazing! I knew you could do
Do you live on campus?
I do! In a dorm! I’ve got a picture of you by my bed, hahaha.
I hope that’s not too embarrassing.
Noo, no, don’t worry about it. What picture? A good
Oh, it’s the ahh… the picture your mother gave me… when
The room quaked, and the television static grew louder.
Kenji’s heart sank, as he began to remember.
Oh…. Kenji pressed himself up closer to the glass,
This is… I’m dreaming, aren’t I. This isn’t….
Dakota said something that Kenji couldn’t hear, and he put both hands to the glass. The room was turning into a maelstrom. Kenji put both of his own hands to the glass, where Dakota’s were, and it cracked against the palms of their hands.
Kenji opened his eyes, and stared at the white popcorn ceiling of his dorm, and the woody scent from the wax hung in the air around him.
The market district was full of people, who went about their business. Crowded and busy, no one paid attention as a scarred Kyrii stepped out of a tailoring shop, and into the afternoon sunshine. He wore black slacks and suit jacket, fitted just for him, with gold buttons, cufflinks, and studs. He adjusted his tie, patterned black and bright gold, the design folded so that it appeared to be a solid yellow tie with a black outline. All this, over an understated off-white dress shirt, with thin black vertical stripes to compliment his hair color. He inspected his new fashion in the reflective window of a parked car by the sidewalk. He decided to take his leave, and disappeared into the crowd.