Friday, April 26, 2024

Live In Your World, Play In Ours

 

"That trip was exhausting..." The girl in the hoodie groans to herself as she shuffles along in a type of heat she wasn't used to. "I hope no one noticed me sweating on the plane..." she mutters, but even when she had taken her hoodie off, she had spent the whole ride over nervous about others looking at her rather than playing her Vita like she had planned. Still, the ferry ride over after was uneventful, and now she stood outside a tall building that looked almost like a PlayStation 5.


And maybe for that reason, there was only one person who could have been waiting there to greet her.


 "Well how about that! The PlayStation family's finally complete!" The woman in the white coat was much taller than the one in the hoodie before you even started factoring in how hunched over she was, but quickly a slap on the shoulder make that hunching wallflower flinch into a straight back.


"Love the hoodie! We should rope that into your look, Vita. Saves a pretty penny too, why mess with what works?"


"Welcome to your new workplace! Bet you already guessed I'm PS5," she said, stepping back and spinning in place to hold her coat out like a cape. "Only the finest for the finest console on the market! I'm no leader, but I do call the shots because I've got the best judgment, so stick by me doll and always follow my lead. I bet you'll be swimming in raises and bonuses without even needing to lift a finger!"


"...H....Hi..." Vita stumbles, swept up in this woman's mile-a-minute chatter but even more swept up as PS5 grows impatient and goes for Vita's shoulder again, this time to herd her towards the doors.


"You got to speak up honey or they won't hear you in the cheap seats! Don't worry though, you're the Vita, you're more for completion's sake in this little band of babes they're putting together. Right now it's mostly figuring out our gizmos, I'm betting we're not meant to deploy until we've got the full team, but not any cash mind you. Only ever make a sure bet.... are you listening? I should charge for this advice, or write another book."


"I'm, uh, well, I can... do this job!" Vita asserts, before laughing nervously. "I know about PlayStation, and I play it a lot... the Vita, that is. The system I'm supposed to represent!"


"Pick it up, sweetie! Less words, more meaning!" PS5 says, clapping her hands as the pass through the sliding doors of the building, but seeing Vita shrink away from the bright fluorescent of what looked more like a research lab than a business, PS5 starts to get the kind of person she's dealing with. "Hey hey, pick that chin up! You're part of the team now, so I'll always be in your corner. Believe in me, dear, and this will go just fine. You can do that, right?"


Vita was still struggling to keep up, but she nodded to move things along. She hoped conversations weren't going to be a big part of this job, because PS5 would wind her around her finger every time if they were. All of a sudden though, a voice practically echoes around the entry hall, a girl about the same height as Vita running towards her with her arms outstretched. Rather than fearing another extrovert barreling her way, Vita pulls herself together and smiles, even laughing a little as the sight of a familiar face finally puts her at ease.


"SIS! YOU'RE FINALLY HERE!"

Vita braces herself for her sister's embrace, but she's caught off-guard as instead her sister shifts into a bull charge, Vita instead having to catch her by the head to prevent painful contact. She can barely keep on her feet before it actually turns into a bracing hug, both girls laughing even if one was doing so with far more energy.


"Saved me the trouble of searching you out PSP!" PS5 pats the little arrival on the head, deliberately messing up hat and hair both seemingly to the delight of the girl called PSP. She turns her attention to Vita, "We heard this ball of sunshine had a twin sister and we couldn't pass up the synergy! You're the moon to her sun though, ain'tcha sweetheart?"


"Is she flirting with me?" Vita whispers to PSP, only to hear her sister let out of a snort of a laugh.


"That's just how Five is! I'm so glad you're here! I have been DYING to show you this!" she says, stepping back a fair bit. "Stay back! For your own safety!" she calls out, but Five's casual pose confused Vita, making unsure who to trust. PSP raises her hands to her head, shaking her head wildly as she presses in on two hat flaps that doubled as headphones.


"She's big on the presentation side," Five said with a wink, Vita still nervous until two sketchy grey lines burst out of PSP's hat and make two small near identical creatures appear on her shoulders...

"Did you just make... squirrels?


"Who you calling squirrels, girl?" One of the grey squirrels snap back.


"Hey check it out! She looks greyer than us! Damn girl did you wake up in a ditch or you just live there?"


PSP shakes her head, her eyes flickering bluish purple for a bit before she quickly gives the squirrel who just spoke a little bonk on the head. "Hey! Be nice! She's my sister!"


"She your sister? Damn, that nut fell far from the tree!"


"Into that ditch, right dude?"


PSP rolls her eyes, "They're really fun when they're not mean!"


"Oh hell yeah we are! Watch this," the squirrels quickly do a sequence of Kung Fu moves, over the top yelling and all.


"So this is what it looks like when your hat glitches right?" Vita asks, only for the two squirrels to stumble as she said it.


PSP snorts again. "HA! She got you guys good! They're actually able to do all sorts of things when I load up the right UMDs, but they're fun to pal around with too! They just need time to get used to new people, like you!"


"I don't want to get to know them..."


"OH!" PSP raises her hands. "Go ahead and ask them their names! Please! Come On!"


"Fine... what's your names," Vita says, at least a little happy to play along with her sister's game.


"I'm Nuts!"


"And I'm... DEEZ!"


"OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" the three spin in place at their dumb joke, PSP snorting again as Vita mumbles a little. "Come on! I can only do that once with each person! Sorry sis," PSP came over and gave her sister a soft hug, Vita happy to accept it but glaring at the squirrels as they prepared to try and join in.


"Ow! That stare is sharp! Get me a band-aid," one said to the other, but PSP taps her hat to make them disappear now.


"Please tell me we don't all get squirrels..." Vita's voice hinted this was less a true complaint and more a joke, and PSP took it that way.


"Oh don't worry, the squirrels are all mine! No sharing, even if you want them," she says in a singsong voice, "But I bet Five and One already have something in the works."


"Speaking of my wonderful self," Five steps in, "I'm looking to make this a quick and full tour before we see the suits, and we got four generations to cover. You'll get your playtime with her later, honey." PS5 takes Vita by the hand, but Vita hesitates.


"PSP... am I really cut out for this? I... appreciate it, it's been a long time since I've had a job. I'm surprised you even wanted one at all..."


PSP smiles, "That should tell you all you need! I hate work, but I love this! You'll do just fine once you calm down."


"Doubt it. I'll live in constant fear of those squirrels," Vita adds, the two sharing a small laugh, but when she felt a pair of hands wrapping around her, she suddenly tenses up, quite aware those weren't PS5's arms.


"When they told me my precious little PSP came in a pair, I thought I must be dreaming, but even as I hold you tight, you're still too good to be true~"


"Easy there Four," PS5 moves to try and pull PS4 off Vita, but the woman's arms had wound around the smaller PlayStation girl and she would not be so easily extricated. "You boil her water and she's bound to pop."


"You're never any fun. Besides, I'm just getting to know our gorgeous new friend. In time, we'll know every little bit about each other I'm sure."

 

"G-g-g-g...gorgeous?" Vita's pale cheeks were shock red now, PS4 laughing smugly to herself as she pulls back Vita's hoodie to stroke her hair. "N-no! I haven't washed..."

 

"Maybe you should chill a little bit, I'm right here..." PSP huffed, PS4 turning her half-lidded eyes over to the other twin.

 

"I have enough love for all the little ladies of my life! I just wanted to give this one a very warm welcome before we become tight friends." 


"Ubwaaa...." Vita's legs drop out from under her, but that didn't matter much with how strong Four's embrace was. PSP was upset now though, grabbing Vita by the arm and pulling until Four relinquished her hold.


"You're luck you're so cute or I'd fight you tooth and nail for that lovely night flower," PS4 pouts.


"Well I'll fight you right now," Five butts in, "We need her on your feet! Save your little 'adoptions' for outside work hours."


PS4's eyes went from a sultry stare abruptly into a cold glare, "As you like to say, 'you're not the boss'. I'm here to protect my little sweeties from anyone who'd deny them a good time. They come first for me, over everything else," Four moves forward, butting into Five, only for Five to laugh and Four to immediately cool down.


"One day you'll see I'm sweeter than any of your darlings," Five claps Four on the shoulder, "But taking care of them makes sure they don't faint when you're feeling steamy, capiche?"


Four looks over at Vita, who PSP had ushered over to some chairs in a barely populated cafe area. With the fog of excitement gone, Four was immediately concerned. "Oh my sweet thing, don't worry, I'll come nurse you back to health~" As she moves over, arms outstretched, PSP intercepts, grabbing her and turning her around. "I won't complain about this swap..."


"But I got lots to whine about!" PSP said grumpily, ready to lay into Four for flustering her sister but starting to melt immediately as Four starts cooing and lightly patting her head. The three were left to do some odd mix of bicker and bond as Vita sat oddly in her chair, head leaning all the way back as if she was in a daze.


"Was she... flirting, with... me?" Vita sounded almost drunk as she mused out loud.


"Four really likes girls she can scoop up and baby, so yes! She definitely was!" Vita didn't recognize the voice speaking to her, but when she opened her eyes, she was greeted by a smiling face.

"Hello! I'm PlayStation Two! Nice to meet you! Do you want a drink to cool down with? I have bottled water." PS2 held the bottle towards Vita, the more reclusive girl sitting up and looking at it for a second.


"Do you have anything with more... caffeine?"


"Like... caffeinated bottled water?" PS2 got to her feet, nearly sprinted to the cafe counter, and came back with just that, handing it to Vita with a beaming smile.


The immediate friendliness would normally turn Vita off. It usually felt so fake or forced... but PS2 had a friendly aura around her she couldn't resist. "Thank you I think," taking a big swig, Vita did feel better, only to see the expectant look on PS2's face.


"Oh right. I'm Vita. I think I'm on your... team? Now."


"You are, that's right! It's so nice to finally meet you! I know you'd be interesting. Do you like it here?"


"I don't know yet, it's a lot to take in. Everyone's so... forceful." Vita lowers her head, but Two lowers her head to keep her eyes on Vita's.


"Don't worry! It takes some time to get to know them but they're all great. They're just excited to meet someone new, like I am! Tell you what, we can do a simple friendly introduction to ease you in better. Does that sound good?"


Vita nods, gasping a little after another big drink, "Yeah, I think I'd like something calmer. I'm... Vita. Did I say that already? I did. What else is there to say..."


"It's fine! You don't need to say anything, just talk with me! They call me Two here. I like movies, music, and food!"


"Doesn't.... everybody?"


"Yes!" Two said with a big grin, but Vita couldn't find it in her to laugh or be put off by the chipper naivety. Two was just too earnest that Vita felt she couldn't bring herself to dampen her light.


"Well, I guess I do too. I uh... think Five wanted to show me everybody though, so I don't know how long we can talk..."


PS2 quickly stood up, "I bet Five would be really happy if she had to work less, so I'll help you meet the others! Who haven't you met yet? ...Wait, that's a funny question! You don't know who you haven't met!"


"Well, there's a PS1 and a PS3 as well, right?"


PS2 gasped, and again, Vita was both caught off guard by the girl's authenticity but at once comforted by its genuineness. "Wow, that's some smart reasoning! Yes, I know where we can find PS3 for sure. She spends a lot of time in her room. I bet you will like her, she's not as forward as our more energetic friends."


"That does sound like a nice change of pace..." Vita found herself standing up and going along with PS2 without needing to be told to our guided. It would be a while before PS5 would realize Vita had gone on without her, but Vita was enjoying walking along, Two allowing there to be some silence for a bit so the girl could retreat in the comfort of her own head like usual. It was actually nice to drink in the facility, although Vita's attempts to understand the facility were thwarted by unusual architecture. Floors seemed to cleanly transition into walls and then ceilings, Vita not able to spot a single seam or any indication this place had been assembled through traditional means. No tiles, the ceilings seemed to emit light without any bulbs, and everything felt so sleek. She noticed her shoes weren't even leaving dirt on the ground, Vita nearly thinking to ask about it only for Two to come to a stop outside a door.


"Three is in here! Be careful, she likes to do recording lately. They're so good to listen to though, but that's why you don't want to interrupt!" Two lightly knocks a few times, but the door slides open, leaving Vita standing in the doorway looking in on a dark room lit by a set of monitors.


A monotone voice spoke. "Adults are so quick to look upon rebellious teenagers as expressing as sort of impotent range because of their own inadequacies on acting on their own revolutionary spirit during their adolescence. Rather than believing that the youth of today can enact meaningful sweeping change through acts of protest, older citizens find comfort in their own failures by dismissing any potential of the next generation, and they will do so right up until extremes like a total regime change, after which they then pine for the old status quo as a continued rejection of this embodiment of their misplaced judgment."


"Ubwa..." Vita was looking a little dazed again, this time because of the strange subject matter entering her ears. Before confusion could set in though, the speaker quickly hits some keys on their keyboard and turns in their chair.

"My apologies, those thoughts were not meant to be directed at you, at least not in the format of a conversation. I am currently recording an audiobook of my own philosophy you can listen to later if you would like. I had received offers for others to read it aloud, but I believe the strength of the philosophy should be my arguments so I am reading it in a neutral tone to avoid emotionally influencing my audience." The woman moves to stand up, proving to be even taller than PS5 as she looks down on Vita with a friendly smile despite her neutral tone.


"I am known as PlayStation 3 in the workplace, I believe you are here to take on the PlayStation Vita role? I do look forward to the chance to pick your brain- oh... Yes. And to become your friend and discuss your interests. I hope you enjoy music, movies, and food." PS3 looks to PS2, the other girl giving her a big thumbs up.


"Why are you..." Vita looks at PS3's skin tight suit, PS3 only realizing it after Vita stares straight at her breasts. PS3 blushes, but she adjusts her glasses and tries to sound professional.


"This outfit is tied to my abilities as the representative of the PlayStation 3 console and will change alongside the powers I manifest with it. I am aware it is fairly tight, but I had also hoped this might be a way to draw more interest from potential romantic partners."


PS2 leans in, "PS3 was really big into academics, but she finished doing everything she wanted to do there! Now she wants to see if she can conquer social subjects too, like philosophy!"


PlayStation 3 nods with a bit of vigor, "Yes, I would like to better understand the emotional and cultural side of our world as well and I do believe the only way to do so is through immersion in them. I do still believe if I were to have a long term romantic partner I would hope they would be interested in my mind, but I cannot deny that physical attraction is a key part in forming a relationship. If you are interested in dating me I can provide you my business card and we can discuss a courtship schedule we both find adequate."


"You're... flirting, with me?" Vita sputters again.


Two swoops in, "I don't think she is! She just doesn't really understand dating yet, but she's doing better with each and every try!" She gives PS3 a thumbs up.


PS3 gives her a thumbs up back before looking at Vita. "I do not seem to be attracted to anyone myself yet, so I do not know how else to pick someone to initiate a relationship with. Perhaps as coworkers she would remain on more fraternal terms, so I hope I did not broach a subject you are uncomfortable with."


Vita recovered quickly this time, partly because PS3's composed behavior meant she really didn't seem equipped to keep up a fluster assault. "It's fine... I just, you know, didn't expect so much attention! I am new though, but, people talk like they like me already..."


"That is called politeness," PS3 says proudly, getting another thumbs up from Two.


"You know what isn't polite, honey? Ditching me!" Five steps into the room, a big grin on her face. "Nice try hiding somewhere this dark though. But I got senses like a tiger and a hawk's lovechild. Looks like you knocked Two and Three off the list though. Gotta love the efficiency! We got to get a move on though, One really should just see you alone Vita."


"Of course," PS3 half bows to Five, PS2 waving farewell to Vita and PS5 as the girls head off and head down an elevator this time. Vita was looking more at the walls again...


"Fancy, isn't it? Made from the same stuff that your gear will be. No reason to add imperfections just for comfort, keep it sleek and effective! You will be real surprised to see all that this place's power can do, if I had found it on my own I'd be a billionaire! Really shocks me how they could keep it all secret... You paying attention honey?"


"Yes, yeah..." It was starting to weigh in how big this situation she had got herself into was though. Besides Four coming on really strong though, she was starting to think this place might not be so bad. Her sister was here, PS2 put her at ease, PS3 was well-meaning, and PS5... well, maybe she could get her to keep Four off her back.


This One was a mystery though, and as the elevator reaches its destination, it opens to an enormous room with a giant purple energy swirling in its center. Surging out in spikes, cubes, and other shapes, the strange power looked volatile but it was easy to see a boundary to its fluctuation that lined up with sets of metal bars that rose from devices on the floor and ceiling to contain it.


Standing on a platform that allowed her to look right into the power source was a woman in a labcoat with hair that was clean and white. She taps her chin as she looks over the screens before her and at the fluctuating energy, twisting a nob and watching it move in a slower and more consistent manner.

"There shouldn't be inconsistencies at that level of power unless we've been completely wrong about the ability to contain such high outputs..." the girl mumbled to herself.


"HEY PLAYSTATION ONE!" Five calls out with her hands beside her mouth. "COMPANY!"


"Oh goodie!" Switching immediately from scientist mode to a bit of pep, the girl moves to shut down the system, the energy flowing off into the device in small little chunks. One struggles to remove her lab coat as she starts taking the stairs, shaking her head when she gets there and looking at Vita with a big smile.

"Hi! Do I know her?" she says, looking to Five.


"Not yet! This is your first meeting sweetheart."


"Oh good, I should have swapped my discs already! So sorry, give me a second," PS1 reaches to her head, pulling at the two discs clamped onto it. Vita noticed quickly they weren't hair clips, the discs apparently plugged into readers that were part of her head. The cybernetic attachments were hidden well, but Vita still stared at the spot while One fiddled with a pack on her belt. Pulling out two new discs with a blue coloration, she pops them in, before pumping her hands.


"All loaded! Hi! I'm O-"


"Company names, darling." Five tells her.


"Of course! That's what we do here. I need to write that to this disc then. I am PlayStation One, but you can call me One! By now you must be curious about these," she says, bouncing the discs on her head with her hands. Vita flinches a little, still not sure how they worked.


"Before I signed up with PlayStation for this ambitious project, I had terrible memory problems. Thankfully, I've been able to create external memory storage I can access for perfect retention of information I'd be unable to remember naturally! It's been so great being able to do my work again, I'm a tech developer! I'll be working on whatever gadget we have in store for you no doubt, so I hope you'll enjoy my creation!"


"Huh... you can really fix a brain like that?" Vita continues to gawk. "Oh, um... not fix... I'm not saying..."


"Yes, something was wrong with my head! But not anymore! It's not a perfect fix, but it's better than any alternatives! I hope one day to improve it so I don't need to swap discs for different subjects. This is my 'social' disc right now, so if I don't recognize you while at work, that might be why!"


"You'll get used to it," Five assures Vita, "We came in like a whirlwind today, but that's what excitement does to a girl! I'd let you cool off a bit, but there's still someone you should meet. I bet you two will get along, he's a guy of few words so that will give your head some time to stop spinning." Five puts a hand on Vita's back, ushering her to a different room that glows with a blue light as they enter...


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"Ubwa... Was... One.... flirting with me?" Vita says as she shakes herself out of a funk. It was dark in the homeless shelter here in Whalestrand, and she hadn't meant to doze off. She had been playing her Vita with her back against the wall in her corner bunk, her mind mixing memory with dream.


"Oh right... here again. Alone." Vita grouses, only for her jacket pocket to start to shake.


"Sorry, I know you're here. I was just... remembering better times. They were... a lot at first. But they were fun, right?" she says to her hidden friend, it shaking a little in response as Vita laughs at the bittersweet thoughts. What she wouldn't give now to see something like One reexplaining herself after swapping discs, or Five trying to sell Vita on some crazy get-rich scheme. She'd had become somewhat close to Two and Three since they were easy to get along with, and Vita really enjoyed laughing at Three's failed attempts at being sociable. She'd even be fine with Four fawning over her again, although admittedly she had already gotten used to it since it the kind of attention she rarely got otherwise.


PSP though... thinking about how wrong things had gone really hurt when she remembers all the time the two had spent together before it all turned sour. Vita wipes her eyes, mentally admonishing herself for letting tears slip. "Can't be so open again. Those Nintendo Girls won't hurt me. They just... they just need to protect us. Even if they don't know who we are." she says to her little friend, before turning her system off, closing her eyes and hoping she could tap into another mix of memory and dream to return to those nicer times...

Wednesday, April 10, 2024

Spirit Girl

 Back when D.A.L.I. was an idea without a name...


An unimaginable shadow is cast across a small European village, not just for it's incredible size, but what managed to cast it. The entire upper half of the cathedral at the city's center flew overhead, holding together for one glorious moment before it truly felt the impact of what had sent it flying. A rain of terrible wooden splinters and shattered brick work scatter across a village already in disarray, the bell bounding across the ground with loud rhythmic clangs that barely covered up the shouts of anger from the armed citizens.

One of the few sounds louder though was the laugh of Zipacna, the demon admiring his handiwork as he pulls back the enormous pillar responsible for the deed. The death god already stood around 5 meters tall, but the pillar he wielded like a club was still taller, it stabbed through the top with the scythes of psychopomps who had quit or been disarmed as he had made his first moves in the land of mortals. The metal blades that pierced like nails into a bat hardly made a difference when it was swung, but this was the only "scythe" Zed would allow himself since leaving Xibalba.


"Never seen a building move like that!" he called out, looking for his ally among the enraged townspeople. An armored skeleton was being swarmed by villagers with daggers that seemed to have been meant more for ceremony, but Zipacna was more worried the undead knight he brought with him had missed the sight than for his own safety. After all, those daggers would really have to work to cut into bone! Zed's flesh would have technically been at greater risk, but few had the wherewithal to approach after what was still his only attack of this raid.


Unfortunately, his plans going forward meant Zipacna had to plant the pillar into the dirt, its size too unwieldy for what could still be charitably called the church's interior. No one seemed keen to stand in his path, Zed cracking the floor as he stomped forward, paying no mind to the small crowd behind him who imagined hopefully there could be a way to backstab him. The demon's four eyes were set on one individual though, perhaps the only human here who wasn't on edge.


"The strength of this demon Hell has sent for us only proves how mightily they fear our God!" the pastor calls out, his advanced age not robbing the brimstone from his passionate preaching. "This world's impurities can only be purged with our divine light and we are its only worthy vessels! Begone, beast, lest we show you the the divine wroth of one beyond your barbaric understanding!"


Zed's smile had faded once he saw the pastor, picking up his pace as he scowled at the clergyman before him. The pastor only laughed as he felt the fury barreling towards him, "Do you think our faith one without substance? These people follow my word for it is divinely gifted to me! My lord shall not abandon his greatest disciple!" he calls out, his robes billowing as the stole around his neck almost extended out like tentacles waving in water. His heels rise up, the air around him swirling with power and light as the pastor's eyes fade into a searing yellow glow that caused them to bleed around the edges. From above this dark night, the clouds are parted by beams of holy energy, some deity known only to these parishioners sending down its part of the divine bargain. The light pierces through Zipacna, caiman muscle carved out of one arm and a blast of bone coming out of his back sending the civilians scattering for safety.


The pastor let out a cry of glee and pain, the demon scoured by the light... but unimpeded. Zed continues to walk forward, grabbing the priest like he was scooping up a doll and just as quickly slamming him into the nearby stonework without even looking at the bloody pulp the act left behind. Zipacna did feel the pain of the holy attack, but he let out a little chuckle as he continued forward, pulling open a basement hatch. "That's the problem crossing pantheons: why would your holiness harm someone who doesn't respect it?" He was mostly talking to himself, trying to toughen up his resolve. He hadn't known for sure how he'd handle it, and he wasn't even sure he could lift his pillar after the injuries he was trying to look tough by ignoring. Still, he hadn't really come to do an extermination. He came because of what he heard was down in this basement.


The first few doors he opened he'd never tell anyone what he found. After all, there was nothing left to be done about it. He hadn't even expected such finds, but he wished he could go back up and smash that pastor a few more times. D'Angelo wasn't kidding in calling it a cult, their views on what should be done with people who defied death marked across those cold stone cells. However, Zed perked up when he heard movement, the death god moving quickly and actually pulling the door off its hinges without even trying. It meant he didn't notice it was locked from the outside, but when he looks in, he sees a cell in remarkably better shape.


However, the thin bed, the single dresser, and the ratty pillows and bedsheets had all been pushed together into one corner, Zipacna not able to make out what he was seeing amidst them at first. He takes a knee as he enters, trying to peer closer only to hear the shaking of a small form, a girl no more than ten nearly hidden amidst the bedding thanks to her ghostly white hair. Owlish eyes showed a fear that the girl's unmoving face did not, the blank stare like that of a deer who had seen a wolf's eyes glint in the moonlight.

"ROOK WAT I FUND!" A muffled cry pierces the staredown, Sir Daniel Fortescue walking up behind Zed and brandishing a multi-tailed whip that he shakes around in the air proudly. The skeletal knight only then looks in the cell Zed stood beside, noticing the girl trembling even more before he quickly hides it behind his back, his one eye trying to look around obliviously like he hadn't been the loud interruption that just came in.


Zipacna lets out a sigh before trying to be friendly with his ally. "Hey, I'll take care of everything down here. You... go look around and make sure there's no one else here to cause trouble. And get rid of that damn thing, we're not monsters." Despite realizing his action had been a faux pax, the jawless skeleton still mumbled indignantly as he tossed the switch aside, his pride meaning he didn't take even a reasonable dismissal well.


Zed looks back at the strange girl, trying to look less fearsome than usual. She couldn't have been more than ten years old he figured, and he holds a hand forward to try and start a dialogue. "Hey, I know you're probably-" was all he managed to say before the wide eyes snap shut and suddenly a strange looking spirit leaps from her form. Zipacna doesn't move, letting the ghost pass through him, but while he had expected injury, he instead felt an odd draining feeling. His confidence suddenly plummets, the ghost sapping it and carrying it in a small pink ball before it returned to the tiny girl. The ghost and the confidence both enter her, her white hair tinged pink as the pilfered emotion manages to help her once more glare at the strange demon in her cell.


"Wow... did you do that?" Zipacna cracks a smile. "That was amazing! I've never seen someone who can move emotions around!" His enthusiasm seemed true, but the girl still watched his every small movement cautiously. "Look, I get it, I know what I look like," he says, putting a hand to his chest.


"I'll be straight you with you. I'm a death god. No, I'm not here to kill you!" he quickly asserts, but he wasn't sure how afraid that claim had made her. "I heard about these awful people here and refused to let it stand. People are always quick to hurt things that make them uncomfortable. Would you believe I tried to talk to these people when I showed up? It took knocking the head off the church to get them to listen!"


Zed realizes his usual high energy ways weren't speaking to this girl, so he sighs, "I'm trying to build a world where people like you and me don't have to fear what others are going to do to us. We can't help what we are, right? We're just trying to life life, even if some of us are on our second go." The more he looked at her though, the more he realized this girl wasn't a spirit. She breathed rapidly, her cheeks were warm, and you don't keep undead in a cell with places to use the restroom. He wondered if D'Angelo knew the "spirit girl" was actually some girl who could manifest spirits, but considering that guy's way of looking at the world, it would be no surprise if he sent Sir Daniel and Zed in to save some kid even if it didn't line up with their burgeoning movement.


Zed was worried the gap between the living and dead might be too large to clear with a ten year old girl frightened by what she saw... so he lowered his head. "I get if you don't trust me. But, you can see into me in a way others can't, right? Take whatever emotions you want, you'll see there's no bit of deception in me." Zipacna wasn't sure what emotion might be tied to verisimilitude, but after a few heavy seconds of silence, two new ghosts appear from the girl and pass through him, delivering what seemed to be two feelings. Zed could tell one was nervousness, which he wasn't sure how deeply the girl could perceive the source of. The other though left him briefly angry, not because of the fact she took it, but taking away genuine enthusiasm meant a different emotion had to briefly surge before he could calm himself back down. Zipacna almost felt more weary having his feelings stolen than getting hit by the divine power of some backwoods god, but however the spirit girl interpreted the emotions, it seems they spoke better than the death god could.


She comes out from behind the bedding, legs still trembling, but before Zed could consider what to do, the girl throws herself against his arm, leaning against it for support. Raising his other arm, despite it being the wounded one, he pats her gently on the back, although it seemed the girl didn't have any tears left to shed as she realized she'd finally be able to leave this dark world behind. "What's your name kiddo?"

 

"...Her... hertekil fi... filth..." she said weakly.

 

"No, come on! We're not doing any of that," He says, standing up and hefting her up with his good arm now. "There's no creed or commandments here, just a love for everything alive and dead. Gonna try and give me that name again?" 


She hesitated, but she spoke with a little more life, "Perona."


"Perona! I like it. Italian, right?" he says, although Perona herself had no clue. He laughs as he can see a little confusion on her face, "Sorry about that, that's a boring kind of thing to talk about. Call me Zed! We'll talk about better things than name origins. I got people I want you to meet, and if any of them gives you trouble, I'll smash them into next week. That sound good?"


Perona nods rapidly, settling onto Zed's shoulder and letting her head rest as her terror fully subsides. However, ever the man for bad timing, Sir Daniel returns in time to see Zed walking out of the basement with only Perona in tow.


"Wuts dat?" he mumbles, "Jus one grl? Not reary a resue missin wordy of a nighd!" The skeleton complains, putting his hands on his hips as his one eye manages a glare at Perona.


"You fought off a village of crazy cultists! It may not be the heroics that put you in legend, but people like a story with a bunch of fights!" Zed laughs as he walks forward, Daniel tapping his foot impatiently. Since his resurrection a while back, he'd been hoping to wipe away the humiliation of dying ignominiously in battle back in the middle ages, but glory wasn't easily found. The prideful knight didn't seem to be here out of the goodness of his own heart, and as Perona realizes this, she sticks her tongue out at the gloryseeker.


Sir Daniel Fortescue's eye bulges as he raises his fist and shakes it at the little girl. "YOU SEE DAT? WAT A BWAT!" he tries to mumble angrily, but the gangly knight's impotent fury was a nice change of pace over what Perona was used to. A slight sly smile appears as she sticks her tongue out at him again, the knight stomping in place as Zed begins to walk off.


"WE SULD WEAVE HER BEHIN!" he adds grumpily, only to have a hand smack the back of his chestplate. The skeleton's head spins on its spinal column to see the culprit, but it wasn't a face many people would be happy to see.

"I can tell you one thing you don't want going down in legend: leaving a kid to rot in Hell on Earth." D'Angelo's voice sounded like plegm and rasp where battling for supremacy, the nosferatu sticking to the darkness since he knew that girl didn't need to see any other horrors this night.


"We're lucky this tale's got anything close to a market-friendly happy ending. Should have got us moving sooner when the rumors slithered my way. This town's pet cemetery would have a lot fewer coffins had I just pulled the trigger..."


Sir Daniel's single eye gawks at D'Angelo in confusion.


"If you dig up those coffins, Daniel, you won't find Fido's collar."


"OHHH! NOOO!!!" Daniel was angry again, "DID NOT WAN TO KNOW DAT!" he call out.


"Horror stories follow horrors, 'good sir'. If you really want to spin in your grave, I should tell you about what went down in Prague-"


"LALALALA!" Fortescue's hands were clasped on the side of his skull now, the knight starting to sprint away to avoid hearing anything else uncomfortable this night. D'Angelo looks back towards the open basement, letting out a grumble that sounded like boiling sludge.


"This mudball's got a lot of skeletons to dig up, and I've been granted an eternity to do it. These dead man are looking to write new tales, but will anyone on their first go round sit down and listen? Could be a kid like that might be the only way they listen, while the rest of them," he idly pushes a bloodied bone around with his foot, "Won't sympathize til they're force to join our side."

 

Gianni D'Angelo looks off towards his unlikely allies, almost flinching at the light they kept inside them somehow, but they needed his grimy ear to the ground to point them towards something that would make a difference. He could tell the bottle and the ashtray how pointless it felt, but the world had changed a lot the past few years. Everything that had been coming out of New York sounded like nonsense, but even if 1% of it was true, a repentant death god, a vainglorious skeleton, and a vampire detective were hardly the strangest things in this brave new world...