Verse 1-Catching The Pattern
Corday, 15th Of Whislate, Essence Of Snowfall 2995 A.M., 1:40 Set
West Hill In Urban West, Compass-Star
NARRATOR-Thursday finally let out a deep, scratching cough as he held his side, trying to relieve the pain. Marrijane couldn’t believe it, but she still took the opportunity to make her way to Kayjay & regain as much composure as possible. Kayjay was paralyzed, in disbelief at what he actually pulled off. Marrijane tugged on his arm, trying to get his feet moving once again.
MARRIJANE-(Her tone was shaky from her injuries) Hey, dude, we need to distance ourselves from this freak & figure out some sort of counter attack.
[MARRIJANE-The Scarlet Girl, Female, Age 17, Job-Amateur Musician, Status: Eye On The Prize.]
KAYJAY-(Mumbling) I actually hit him. I really did, even after I screwed up. I don’t think I’ve ever hit someone before…
[KACEY “KAYJAY” SMITH-The Fledgling Smith, Male, Age 18, Job-Soundsmith’s Apprentice, Status: Mind On The Mystery.]
MARRIJANE-(Shaking him as she began forcefully tugging him away from Thursday) Hey! Dude, we can sit around wondering what happened once this guy is down for the count!
NARRATOR-Kayjay finally regained his focus just as Thursday had gotten over the pain of his strike. His eyes were now locked on to Kayjay, not to reestablish a hostage, but to face a new challenger. Kayjay met his gaze, panic washing over him, but his body still unconsciously standing strong.
KAYJAY-Damn, now I jus’ went & made myself a target, didn’t I?
MARRIJANE-(Standing in front of him, her body less rattled than before) Yeah, that’s kinda what happens when you smack someone as hard as you can. If you don’t kill them, you end up on their radar. Now just stay alert, but stay back. You don’t have any sort of control over your Musik & we can't rely on another fluke.
KAYJAY-(Holding on to his mallet tightly as he took a couple more steps back) Okay, but what exactly is the plan then? We don’t have a reliable way to actually hurt him or get around whatever his Presence is.
MARRIJANE-(Flames igniting around her sword again) Yeah, but we have been hurting him. He’s taken damage & he feels the pain from it, that means whatever the gap in Volume is, isn’t big enough to make a win impossible. We just have to play defensively & hope we wear him out, or hold out long enough for the police to show up. I doubt they have the fire power to stop him, but the numbers might just scare him off at the very least.
KAYJAY-(Sighing as he slid his goggles & headphones back on) That plan is just littered in maybes & hopeful assumptions.
MARRIJANE-(Stepping towards Thursday) Well, well, look who has the smart mouth when he gets comfortable enough. If you have a better plan, then shoot your shot. (Charging ahead) But until then, just shut up & do what I say!
NARRATOR-Her sword ready to slash open Thursday’s belly as she moved in sharp, rhythmic steps. Thursday’s eyes watched her patterns, but didn’t seem all that worried in keeping up with them. His Stage formed around his body, smoke beginning to waft up around it in big, dark blobs. Marrijane quickly adjusted to the incoming danger, stepping back & to his right as she swung with her extending flames. She aimed for a space where the smog hadn’t begun to manifest. His gaze shifted in her direction as he flexed to intensify the smog output. The flames only managed to scratch into the top layer of his pale skin, leaving a smoky mark before being put out by the smog’s full spread. Marrijane had already distanced herself from its area of effect. Thursday took the offensive, the smog cloud racing towards her, hands just barely poking out. Marrijane used her Trailblazer to quickly push herself into the air, just out of his reach, quickly recalling the flames to avoid the smog neutralizing them. As she dropped towards the ground, the smog followed, waiting to grab her on the way down. Marrijane scanned her surroundings, her eyes locking on to the closest tree to her, pointing her sword towards it & unleashing another Trailblazer. It dug deep into its side, but didn’t burn, Marrijane retracting the fire to pull herself towards it.
As she reached it, she dangled from the grip of her sword, watching Thursday charge at it, the smog around him fading out. She wiggled her sword, forcing it to cut its way down through the tree to avoid a free fall drop. Thursday’s arms were shrouded in an armor coating as he began throwing a flurry of blows, the speed of his attacks increasing compared to his previous strikes. The armored blows easily ate at the bark & wood of the tree, rapidly preparing its forceful drop. As it began to tumble over, Marrijane was close enough to the ground to comfortably push off the tree & swing her sword downward as she fell.
MARRIJANE-(Battle cry) Split!
NARRATOR-To Kayjay it sounded like the grinding of metal & flames carving through hardened steel. Marrijane’s blade collided with Thursday’s armor coated arms as he stepped forward to shove her back into the air. The armor coating instantly began cracking & melting from Marrijane’s attack, but Thursday increased his Stage’s thickness, making sure he didn’t suffer anymore cuts. Marrijane’s face balanced between focus & frustration as she was propelled back up into the air. She saw the pale fist shrouded in darkness, ready smack her into the earth like volleyball. She reached for her scabbard, holding that & her blade in front her as she felt the devastating pressure of the pale man’s large palm. Despite her defenses, it still sent a stinging sensation through her body. Her knees nearly buckled & collapsed as she skittered across the grassy hillside, kicking up dirt & pebbles. She stumbled to a stop still staying on her feet.
MARRIJANE-(Swinging the scabbard back behind her back as wiggled her arms & legs, shaking off the tingle in her body. Still trying to find a way to a guaranteed hit.) Dammit all, I thought I had him that time. There’s a bit of lag when he activates the smog & when it switches it over to armor somehow, but then it seems he can just increase his focus on it to speed it up. There’s no way he could have two Presence abilities, so what exactly am I missing here? (She glanced over at Kayjay, he was completely still as he observed, but his gaze was much more serious than she had seen so far) I guess he’s working that brain, okay, let’s see what he thinks up.
NARRATOR-Her undivided attention went back to Thursday who was moving in to continue his attacks. Kayjay watched as Marrijane moved in to meet his approach. His mind desperate to put it all together somehow.
KAYJAY-It’s impossible for someone to have more than one Presence ability, so the smog & the armor are definitely linked. They also have some sort of cancelin’ ability against other Presence abilities. As long as he can keep doing that, Marrijane won’t be able to land a clean hit & I’ll be next to useless. I wish I knew how I pulled off that one hit I landed, hell, I'm lucky it even landed since any Musik I was able to muster up didn’t hold-wait. I hit him even without Musik & the hit was clean too. But Marrijane attacked without Presence earlier too…why didn’t it work for her? Even her unarmed attacks did more, she was able to break that armor coating stuff…wait, wait, slow down & put the picture together. (Thinking back to all the moments Thursday had used his Presence ability, how it reacted to attacks & the actions he had made. While he thought of those moments one thing kept it all tied together: his Stage. The black lung inhaling & exhaling.) Every time he’s used his Presence, it's always been the smog first, then the smog would leave particles that formed up that armor coating. It stuck to his arms like tar on a-of course! His Stage! He pretty much gave us the answer already! I jus’ need to confirm it…
NARRATOR-His eyes locked back on to the battle, Marrijane jumping and hopping around the battlefield, avoiding Thursday's attempts to pull her into the smog cloud. She could feel her injuries & exhaustion catching up to her, the sharp rhythm of her movements lowering in tempo. Thursday sped up the moment he caught on, his hand swiping out to grab her. He missed, but his smog managed to snuff out her flames as her Stage faded off once again. His body flexed & strained as the smoke dispersed back into particles that formed his arms armor coating. He clasped his hands together & swung them like a sledgehammer to the ribs. Marrijane had pulled her scabbard forward again to form a cross guard against the blow along with her sword. His large fists put together & combined with his armored coating, creating the most terrifying force Marrijane had encountered as Musician.
Marrijane’s legs gave up on her for a moment, but it was enough to send her flying, feeling pain expanding from her ribs to throughout her whole torso. She coughed out some blood before slamming into the grass & sliding along the pulled out grass & dirt. She slowed herself to a stop as she saw Thursday’s body straining, the armor coating around his arm disintegrating into a fine powder. Then that powder floated into the air & became smog around his body once again. He charged towards her, ready to consume her entirely for good. Marrijane pushed herself back up to her feet, feeling her Stage ready to ignite once again. As the flames began to gather, Kayjay’s voice extinguished them.
KAYJAY-Marrijane! Don’t use your flames! Don’t run, jus’ cut him with your sword as is!
MARRIJANE-(Shaking off his comment) Dude, now is not the time for jokes! He’ll crumple me like a sheet of paper if I just let him!
KAYJAY-(His tone serious, his eyes worried, but his mouth curved into a cocky grin) Jus’ trust me on this, I figured it out!
NARRATOR-Despite the conflicting signals, something about him brought some faith to Marrijane. She watched as Thursday’s smog cloud quickly closed in, deeply inhaling & holding her chipped, flameless sword. She steadied herself then dashed, her movement’s rhythm still sharp, but layered with an authentic rawness. Her eyes locked on to the smoke cloud, her left looking like it would burst into flames at any moment. She swung her blade through the smog, stepping to the side to avoid full contact with it, but still connecting with her true target. She slowed to a stop as the smog darted past her.
MARRIJANE-(Exhaling slowly) Slash.
NARRATOR-The smoke around Thursday faded to particles, Thursday glaring down at his right side, watching red dye his shredded suit jacket & dress shirt. It soaked through down to his colorless skin. He grunted, trying to ignore the pain & he spun around to face the approaching Musician. His entire torso became covered in the black armor coating as she moved in for a follow up.
KAYJAY-(His voice layered with more confidence) Okay, now cook him!
MARRIJANE-(Her flames instantly draping her sword as she dashed by Thursday) Slice!
NARRATOR-Thursday’s armor split open diagonally, the edges of the opening melted & jagged as it began to cook the flesh it was supposed to be protecting. He quickly disintegrated the armor, stomping around & throwing a tantrum.
KAYJAY-(Stepping closer to battle) I get it now, his presence is like some sort of metaphor for a smoker’s lung. All it is a cycle, but now that we know the pattern, we can use it to our advantage.
Verse 2-Feel The Thrill
Corday, 15th Of Whislate, Essence Of Snowfall 2995 A.M., 1:44 Set
West Hill In Urban West, Compass-Star
THURSDAY-(His voice layered in a thick growl) Stop it…that hurts Thursday.
[THURSDAY-The Pale Man, Male, Age ??, Job-Mysterious Jongleur, Status: Thursday’s Not A Fan Of Pain.]
MARRIJANE-(Keeping her eyes on Thursday, his Stage swelling up again) Smoker’s lung? What?
NARRATOR-She was tired, dizzy & frustrated from the struggle up to that point, so she didn’t quite grasp the comparison at first. It became something she could comprehend when she watched Thursday’s Stage expand & contract, a solid black organ fighting to breathe. As smog began to form around his body, she watched closely as he flexed to force it out faster, taking in a deep gulp of air as he did. It clicked as she began turning up the flame of her Presence despite knowing it could be neutralized with just slight contact. She knew it could, but she also knew that it wouldn’t.
Thursday stumbled forward, almost revealing himself entirely from the smog, his right calf feeling a slight irritation. He turned to see Kayjay delivering a second mallet swing to his other calf, damn near collapsing him under his own weight. Thursday began to twist around to face him, his hand reaching out from the smog to grab him. Kayjay’s swings were wide & lacked control or grounding in the moment, but he let the follow-through guide him. He had spun around completely after his second swing, the weight of the mallet almost dragging him down. He came full circle just as Thursday’s hand reached out, swatting it away. Surprisingly, Thursday stepped back from him, the smoke starting to disperse, his pale hand slightly bent & red.
KAYJAY-(Trying to keep his body from shaking as he stepped towards him) I knew it, the smog cancels out any Musik it comes in contact with, includin’ his own to some lesser extent. He’s taking physical damage with a weaker layer of Musikal aura.
NARRATOR-He swung again, going in to stamp his chest. Clang! Kayjay’s body vibrated in recoil as he came in contact with the black armor coating. Thursday balled up his fist, a massive punch on its way to Kayjay, who was ready to greet it with closed eyes & a strangely excited grin.
MARRIJANE-Slash! (She struck from behind, her blade charged with intense flames carving across the dark armor and into his pale skin. She quickly raised her blade to follow up.) Slice! (The sword blazing up from his right hip to his left shoulder.)
THURSDAY-(His pale eyes wide to match his dropped jaw, his fist stopped just short of Kayjay’s face) Owwwww!
NARRATOR-He leaped away as Marrijane was about to drop her sword down the center of his back, but that didn’t stop her.
MARRIJANE-Now I get it, the tar is the armor, the residue the smog leaves. It hardens up & can’t be broken through brute force. (Holding the sword up with both hands as her flames were already beginning to extend) But it’s only residue. It can’t cancel out Musik anymore. (Swinging her sword down) Rough Red Road: Trailblazer!
NARRATOR-The line of fire quickly descended down on to Thursday, the large monstrosity still attempting to leap out of range. He managed to roll out of the way just in time, the flames almost engulfing him entirely before they suddenly faded away. Thursday’s Presence had cycled back to its smog step, canceling out the fire as he raced towards her. Marrijane stood confident as he closed in on her. Crack! He almost flipped backwards as he raced right into Kayjay’s mallet, his face colliding with it as he was moving full speed. Kayjay’s Musik aura was sparking up in quick bursts. Not long enough to reignite his Stage or awaken his Presence, but enough to help him charge over to Thursday in time. His strikes landed as soon as the Musikal aura would fade. Whack! Kayjay’s mallet struck him in the knee while he was still trying to recover. Thursday fell to a kneeling position as the smog around him began to clear. Kayjay began to feel more comfortable in his excitement. His body was still being dragged along by his mallet, but he overall began to feel more comfortable & sturdy. His eyes could hardly take the horrifying image of Thursday glaring at him, but he still smiled, happy to just be doing something.
KAYJAY-(His mind crystal clear through the noise of the situation) He has to cycle through the smog to get to the armor & back to the smog. He can force speed it up, but only if he stays focused, so-
NARRATOR-Thursday’s torso & arms became shrouded in armor as he prepared to batter Kayjay. His reach zeroed in on him, but shifted as he felt a heat approaching. He raised both his hands up to block as Marrijane’s Trailblazer darted at him like a spear. The attack blazed a trail through both his palms, earlier wounds making this a much easier feat to accomplish. The flames stopped short of reaching his heart, but still pushed him away from Kayjay.
MARRIJANE-(Her head regaining its sharp focus as the balance of the battle shifted) If we keep hitting the weakness related to the state of his Presence ability, he won’t be able to switch as fast. From there we just have to exhaust him.
NARRATOR-Their strategy was set & the two knew the plan without any need of actually talking about it aloud. Thursday leaped high in the air, shrouded in smog, attempting to slam on top of Marrijane. Kayjay stumbled between them, cloaked in clear aura but the chaotic beauty of his Musik quickly silenced as he swung his mallet. Crack! His wide swing slammed into Thursday’s gut. Thursday gasped, but let himself exhale as his body began to cover itself in armor. Before he could even act, Marrijane grabbed Kayjay by the hoodie & tossed him behind herself. In the same motion, but with the hand she grasped her sword in, she cleaved across Thursday’s upper body. The tip of the blade cut into his left shoulder, across his chest & ended on his right shoulder. He stumbled back but Marrijane pressed forward, her sword swinging melting away at the dark outer shell he put up. Each strike did its fair share of damage, but she wanted something more definitive. Though the armor wasn’t a match for her flames, his Stage proved to be the sturdiest & most layered Musikal aura she had encountered.
MARRIJANE-(Slashing & slicing away as she tried to poke her mind for a breakthrough) Come on, he can’t keep this up forever. I should be able to get through at some point. (Her eyes widened as she found a spot that lacked the most armor. She quickly thrust her blade at his abdomen.)
NARRATOR-Veins became visible in Thursday’s forehead as his Stage grew larger & more defined. He swatted her sword to the side before it could stab him, ignoring the heat & pain it brought him. Marrijane tried to regain control, but Thursday’s smog began to quickly surround them both. Before it could box her in completely, Kayjay charged forward. The clear aura around his body faded but he remained focused, holding his breath as he entered the smog. His mallet ran into Thursday's stomach as he charged, knocking the large pale man over. Kayjay & Marrijane escaped the range of his smog, both of them taking in deep gulps of the hillside air. Marrijane found his support quite beneficial, backing her up as she prepared for the heavier hits & allowing her to catch her breath in between the intense clashes. Kayjay had found himself in an intensity he never thought possible. His Crown Goggles only getting readings from Marrijane allowed him to follow her lead with relative ease. Even though they still couldn’t hear Thursday’s Volume for some reason, it had become a blessing in disguise for their impromptu collaboration. They were winning the battle…so why did it feel like they were losing the war?
KAYJAY-(His voice shaky, his eyes looking heavier) We have to be wearin’ him down, right?
MARRIJANE-(Catching her breath already, but feeling the Musik in her body closer to empty than she would’ve liked) That’s the idea, especially after carving into him like I have been.
KAYJAY-I get that, but…but then why does he keep gettin’ up like nothin’ happened?
NARRATOR-Marrijane had been ignoring it, but Kayjay proved to be too curious for his own good. Thursday was back on his feet, his white skin covered in shallow cuts & light burn marks from all of Marrijane’s attacks. They had landed blow after blow & they knew they had done something. Thursday reacted to all of it & yet he kept going back into the same cycle they had read cover to cover. They worked with every bit of strength they had to attack & remain standing, but Thursday did both twice as easy by working half as hard. In fact it probably wasn’t even half, it seemed more like a third. The odds were not in their favor, but Kayjay & Marrijane had found some way to stay in the game. They had done everything right, but in front of someone like Thursday, it wasn’t enough.
MARRIJANE-(She spoke quietly, not wanting to accept it) The gap is too big.
KAYJAY-(His body began to feel heavier upon hearing those words) We-we don’t know that for sure. We still can’t even hear his Volume.
MARRIJANE-I know, and while that's still really concerning, it doesn’t really mean shit. It’s not hard to tell. We can get around his Presence ability all day, but neither one of us is strong enough to land a decisive blow. I can melt through his armor but his Stage is made of such a dense aura that my blade won’t cut deep enough with all those layers combined. Even when it comes down to the Smog, he’s able to put out just enough to defend himself from fatal blows from Instruments on their own. Either way, we can’t take him out, so I thought wearing him out would be our best bet, but…
KAYJAY-(Already put the pieces together) But since the gap in Volume & amount of Musik is so wide, we won’t even get close to gettin’ him tired. In fact, all we’ve done is burn ourselves out. (Looking over at Thursday as he watched them realize they’d lost, a smile on his face as his Stage formed as strong as ever.) That’s why he never even tried to switch up his strategy, he knew eventually it would work in his favor. And here we thought he was all power & no brains.
MARRIJANE-(Sighing as she grew angry at Thursday’s smile) No, fuck that. He’s still a moron. He just had enough brain power to understand we were never a threat to him.
NARRATOR-Thursday began approaching them, having let the armored step his Presence cycle pass while they had admitted defeat, smog shrouding all around him.
KAYJAY-(His body was still heavy) What do we do now.?
MARRIJANE-(Her blade ready for more action) I don’t know…but I don’t want to die here. I got shit I need to do before I kick the bucket. (The sounds of sirens could be heard near the base of the hillside.) Cops finally made it, huh? Well I guess life or death makes minutes feel like hours. Hey, Kayjay, run down to them as fast as you can. Maybe I can buy you a enough time-
KAYJAY-(Standing firm) No! That’s not fair. Not to you after riskin’ your neck for me. I can’t jus’ leave ya’ hangin’ like that. (He held his mallet tightly, though his hands were shaking)
NARRATOR-Marrijane saw his fear, but it was more than just the life or death that scared him. The thought of dying before ever experiencing this thrill again is what really made him quiver. The two were locked into what seemed to be their final moments when Kayjay’s goggles went off. Beep-beep! They allowed him to hear smooth a Volume that he was all too familiar with..
CHARIE-(Standing in front of Thursday as if she always had been) Don’t move, last warning.
[CHARIE SMITH-The Hazy Alchemist, Female, Age 48, Job-Master Soundsmith, Status-You Shouldn’t Have Attacked Her Kid.]
Verse 3-Holding Back
Corday, 15th Of Whislate, Essence Of Snowfall 2995 A.M., 1:47 Set
West Hill In Urban West, Compass-Star
NARRATOR-Thursday looked down at the woman, her appearance & short build leaving him unimpressed, nothing more than a third annoyance to wear out. The only thing about her that really sparked his interest was the crystal clear mallet she casually held over her shoulder.
THURSDAY-(Amusement in his voice as he spoke from within the smog) Who are you?
CHARIE-(Pointing back towards Kayjay while her eyes remained focused in front of her) I’m his mom. Now, do what I tell ya’ & I won’t have to hurt ya’, got it?
MARRIJANE-(In awe of the women as she could hear her Volume waft over the area) That’s really your mom?
KAYJAY-(Nodding) Of course it is, why would she jus’ show & lie about somethin’ like that?
MARRIJANE-Because her Volume is crazy high for a simple Soundsmith. She had to have been some sort of Sonicnaut before she had you.
KAYJAY-My mom? Nah, I don’t think so…at least, she‘s never told me about it before. (Looking at his mom, her back turned to him as she faced the large man they had struggled against) But ya’ know…I don’t think I’ve ever seen her this serious. (He saw her standing so much taller than Thursday, his pale mass casting a shadow over her) Mad & pissed off, yeah, but this is different…
THURSDAY-(Laughing at Charie’s words) That your son? Hah, well too bad. Thursday only listens to his dad & Thursday dad give him a job to do, so Thursday will be ending this-
CHARIE-(Her sweet voice didn’t hide the harshness of her remarks) Is ya’ dad a moron who speaks in third person too, or is he jus’ so bad at raisin’ his kids that he never taught ya’ how to talk right?
THURSDAY-(His body twitched, his muscles screaming to strike the woman dead, but something in his Soul telling him it would be an awful decision) Grr…you-you mock Thursday’s dad?
CHARIE-(She couldn’t hide the grin on her face, playful tinges in her tone) Oh, looky-looky, I guess ya’ smarter than I gave ya’ credit for. Ya’ know I’m talkin’ shit & ya’ know better than to actually make a move.
THURSDAY-(Wrestling with his next move) Rude woman…
CHARIE-(Her grin growing more smug as she continued her teasing) I suppose I am, but that’s only cuz I really want ya’ to try me so I can show ya’ how out of ya’ league ya’ are.
MARRIJANE-Man, she’s really good at pushing buttons.
KAYJAY-(Sighing) You’re tellin’ me, I’ve dealt with her pokin’ & prodin’ all my life. The only person that really ever pissed her off was my sister back when they’d argue all the time. (Watching his mom do her usual, but still unable to shake the feeling that something different was going on with her) She really wants him to take the bait.
NARRATOR-Thursday continued to hold back, his whole body straining as it craved retaliation. Charie simply stood there, twirling her mallet with her smug face burning into his memory.
CHARIE-Well, good for you, ya’ played it safe. I’m impressed, seriously, I am. But, all this is doin’ is killin’ time before the cops get up here. At that point ya’ won’t have a chance to try & win ya’ dad’s honor back, hell, ya’ won’t have a chance to escape at that point. (Her smug smirk turned into a full smile) But hey, ya’ definitely chose the safer option, since I would’ve washed ya’.
NARRATOR-Her smile was the last straw, reminding him of Kayjay as he smugly struck him earlier. The audacity of these two Soundsmith’s to mock him & his dad was enough to make his body act. He swung at air with his aura shrouded fist, Charie already to his right. His Stage grew around him as his smog began to form.
KAYJAY-(Quickly shouting) Mom, watch out! The smoke cancels out Musik!
CHARIE-(Nodding as she had her aura fade back within herself) Oh? Is that all?
NARRATOR-Thursday, shrouded in his smog, reached out to pull her in. Charie stepped out of reach as she lowered her mallet on top of his outstretched hands. Thursday almost stumbled over himself as his hands were pushed down. His speed lowered, Charie swung her mallet with what looked like gentle grace & Soundsmith skill, but its impact was quite the opposite. It crashed into Thursday’s back, his body collapsing under the pressure as he slammed into the hillside, sliding down briefly before stopping. Kayjay & Marrijane stood on the sidelines, shocked by how well she gained complete control.
MARRIJANE-(Leaning on her sword to stand) You still think your mom wasn’t some kind of special agent or Musician or something?
KAYJAY-(Leaning on his mallet to stay on his feet) Like I said, if she did, she never told me about it…
NARRATOR-Thursday’s smog dispersed, quickly shifting into his armored coating as he picked himself up from the dirt. His Stage was expanding & contracting at a rapid pace, the armor almost covering his entire body, excluding the majority of his face. He threw a right punch, much faster than anything he sent at Marrijane & Kayjay, point blank at Charie. Kayjay panicked for his mom, but only for a moment. Thursday may have thrown the fastest punch he had at that point, but Charie had yet to even put any effort into the fight.
CHARIE-(Big smile still on her face as her Stage quickly formed around her, it’s size & detail too beautiful to ignore.) I’m guessin’ I’m free to use my Musik now, huh?
NARRATOR-Her greyish white aura surrounded her mallet as she swung, her speed seeming to match with Thursday’s. Thursday felt the sting of his hand being swatted away before the armor on it cracked all the way up to his shoulder & shattered. He stumbled back as the armor on one of his knees had splintering cracks like glass before breaking a part as well. The shockwave of it forced him into a kneeling position as the armor over his torso became covered in cracks & jagged holes. He finally bit his tongue as he felt a massive pain swell from the top of his head & throughout his face. He tumbled over in a daze as the rest of his armor fell to pieces entirely.
MARRIJANE-(Stunned) I don’t believe it…in his one swing, she hit him three-no, more like four-no, five…six…seven times.
KAYJAY-(His goggles displaying data at a rapid pace) Damn, you really were able to see all that? I wouldn't have known if I hadn’t been wearing these…wait, huh?
NARRATOR-He began to see specs of something floating in the air throughout the area, especially near Charie & Thursday. Tiny balls of light drifting on the wind. He pulled the goggles from over his eyes, but he still saw them. It wasn’t some strange new reading, it was something strange & new about him. He wanted to ask Marrijane if she was seeing them too, but she seemed more focused on what Charie was doing next, so he kept it to himself. He also turned his attention back to the fight, Thursday struggling to sit up as Charie stood over him, her mallet once again held over her shoulder.
THURSDAY-H-how you-how you do that?
CHARIE-(Her aura gathering around her again as she seemed to be gaining a bit more muscle) Oh, it's nothin’, really. I jus’ traded some physical strength for speed & now I traded it back for some extra strength. (Preparing another swing) Now I haven’t done somethin’ like this in a long time, let's see if I can still hold back jus’ right. I guess I’ll be doin’ the cops a favor this time, rare for me. (She swung)
NARRATOR-Before Kayjay & Marrijane saw the full follow-through of her swing, Thursday was already spiraling past the police Swansongs at the base of the hillside. His body was like a bowling ball as he tumbled through the pins of land cruisers, the officers just barely getting out of the lane. He kept rolling as he hit the street, managing to flop & tumble back on all fours as his smog surrounded him. More sirens could be heard blaring as the dark cloud took off back in the Section streets. Kayjay, Marrijane & Charie (Mind you, still in her finished swing pose.) all stood silently as they watched.
KAYJAY-(Sighing, the first to finally say something) Welp, mom…looks like you don’t know how to hold back like ya’ used to…whatever that's supposed to mean.
CHARIE-(Whistling as she finally lowered her mallet) Damn, I was tryin’ to get him to roll to a stop at the base of the hill. Welp, still held back pretty well despite that, I’d say.
KAYJAY-How so?
CHARIE-He was alive & even started runnin’ around again.
KAYJAY-(Keeping his thoughts to himself) I’ve known this lady for 18 years without actually knowin’ her. I see why Ceejay wanted to leave so badly now…
MARRIJANE-(Finally moving as she slowly took a few steps forward, Thursday far from her reach now. Mumbling to herself.) My target…
KAYJAY-(Looking over at her) Hey, you good?
CHARIE-(Running over & hugging Kayjay tightly, her voice full of relief) Oh thank goodness you’re safe! He didn’t hit ya’ at all did he? I ran down as fast as I could!
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KAYJAY-(Thinking back to his earlier kidnapping, but deciding not to tell her) No, no, I’m fine mom really & ya’ definitely came jus’ in time.
MARRIJANE-(Mumbling, still looking down the hillside) I had finally found him…
CHARIE-Well, it was hard to ignore after I started hearin’ some Volumes crank up. To top it off, one of them was yours. Seems like the walk to clear ya’ head was eventful.
KAYJAY-Yeah, that's one way to put it. Oh, but I can’t forget to give her credit too. (Turning towards Marrijane) If it wasn’t for her, things might have gotten real bad for me & most of the Section.
MARRIJANE-(Still looking down the hillside, Thursday long out of her sight as her aura blazed around her. Her voice was loud & frustrated.) Now I won’t even get paid for any of this!
CHARIE-(Looking over at her) Uh…is she alright?
KAYJAY-(Nervous laughter) She, uh, has a bit of a temper, but she means well. She’s a Musician, her name is Marri.
MARRIJANE-(Sighing & calming down as she looked at Kayjay) Marrijane, not Marri.
CHARIE-(Smirking at her, quick changes in mood & demeanor) I see. Well, Marrijane, you have my thanks for helpin’ my son out, truly. But it looks like I went & messed up your bounty, didn’t I?
MARRIJANE-(Her tone still showing frustration, but she was respectful towards Charie) No, no. It isn’t your fault, I mean it's not like I would’ve caught the guy if you hadn’t jumped into the action. So I should actually be thanking you.
KAYJAY-You’re jus’ tryin’ not to get smacked around like that Thursday guy did, right? Also, don’t you owe me a thank you for helpin’ out?
MARRIJANE-(Glaring) You definitely don’t hold the same air of respect your mom does, so your teasing makes you sound like a child. Besides, you almost got yourself killed after I told you to run!
NARRATOR-The two continued to bicker for a bit as the tension of the day’s events had begun to dissolve. Charie smiled, seeing her son with this level of energy was something she hadn’t for much too long. Then of course some cops headed up the hill to figure out what in the hell was happening.
Verse 4-What Now?
Corday, 15th Of Whislate, Essence Of Snowfall 2995 A.M., 4:30 Set
Police Station, Urban West, Compass-Star
NARRATOR-After a long, long hassle with the police, Marrijane had been left completely defeated. She exited the station shaking her head, her expression shifting between anger & sadness. Kayjay & Charie followed her out, looking more tired from the constant cycle of questions they were pelted with.
MARRIJANE-(Mumbling to herself as she looked at the sky, growing more golden by the second.) I can’t believe this. They really let a target that big get away like that? There's just no way, dude.
CHARIE-(Arms crossed, glancing back at the station before rolling her eyes) Well, I can’t blame ya’ for fellin’ that way. Cops are never really worth a damn, especially out here in Urban West. There ain’t nothing to worry about besides the tough guys who spend their time brawlin’ instead of jus’ gettin’ a job.
KAYJAY-(Thinking back to the tough guys packed in a police car he saw earlier) I actually saw a bunch of them gettin’ taken in. They all looked pretty beaten up though-(Looking over at Marrijane) Wait, Marri, was that-
MARRIJANE-(Looking around at the ground) I keep telling you it’s Marrijane & yes, that was me, I warned them beforehand too.
CHARIE-(Chuckling) Maybe that’ll show them the street life ain’t for them.
MARRIJANE-(Looking at the ground more frustrated as she tapped her foot.) Ah! There isn’t even trash to kick around while I’m mad! Your streets are so annoyingly clean!
CHARIE-(Smiling) Thank ya’.
KAYJAY-(Trying not to laugh) Uh-so uh-so what now?
MARRIJANE-Well, I don’t think I’ll be satisfied with the answer they gave us about that pale freak. Not unless I see it with my own eyes at least.
CHARIE-Okay then, why don’t we go see? The coffee shop ain’t all that far from here.
Refreshing Fills 4:45 Set
NARRATOR-A short walk found them at the now taped off coffee shop, a strong police presence still on the scene. Kayjay & Charie waited further off, Marrijane being the only one certified to actually cross lines & head inside. Their small talk was cut short as they heard Marrijane’s screams of rage & hopelessness only a few seconds after she stepped inside. The shop was lit up a lot more than when she had seen it earlier, three blood stains on the floor from the men Thursday mashed down being examined. Chatter between investigators rolled throughout the surprisingly clean shop. Besides the windows & the stains on the floor, there was no signs of a big fight or break in. This was because Thursday had no need to break in, he had simply entered through the walk-in fridge. Marrijane was led there, seeing the open doorway on the floor towards the back of the walk-in. As the pieces began to click in her head, it triggered her scream that caught the attention of Kayjay & Charie. They approached the shop, but Marrijane was already storming out, looking more stressed than before. As the group reunited they tried calming the young Musician.
KAYJAY-(Shocked) Wait, was it real!?
CHARIE-(More curious than surprised) Really? Right here in our quiet little Section?
MARRIJANE-Right underneath where they put the damn eggs, it goes straight into the tunnels for the old plumbing & sewage system. Royal Flush apparently had paths made to there & other places they own out here in Urban West. It makes sense since I know Thursday was making deals with Labels in Far East & Big Central too, but…really? A tunnel system under Urban West? This is just some cartoon shit..
CHARIE-But if Thursday was workin’ with them, why’d he almost kill the guys inside? Deal gone wrong?
MARRIJANE-Something like that. One of the guys was able to talk a little bit while at the hospital. The three of them were doing business behind their boss’s back & I guess as a sign of partnership Thursday punished them under his boss’s orders. Kayjay just happened to be walking by while he was doing the deed & that’s how we wound up at this point.
KAYJAY-(Looking back at the coffee shop) So they haven’t jus’ followed him into the tunnels?
MARRIJANE-(Scoffing) Of course they have, but they’re at a disadvantage right out of the gate, since they aren’t going to be strong enough to deal with him if they do find him. It’s clear he definitely knows the tunnels a lot better than them too, it’ll damn near be a maze under there. (Thinking back to the fight before she continued) To top it all off, we couldn’t hear the freak’s Volume at all when he was right in front of us, so what chance will they have down there? I wish I knew how he was hiding all the power he was packing though…that & the black Musikal aura was creepy. It was like he was one of those Nightingales from Mousika’s 1st-
KAYJAY-(Eyes growing wide as he kept looking at the coffee shop) Wait, Marri!
MARRIJANE-(Deep sigh) Marrijane. And what?
KAYJAY-Well, uh…might be kind of dumb, but Royal Flush was the Label actually running this place, right? Royal Flush was secretly running Refreshing Fills. Royal Flush, Refreshing Fills, RF.
CHARIE-Hmm…that’s either a crazy coincidence or they were jus’ that stupid…
MARRIJANE-(Looking at the sign, something deep within her boiling) I need to get the hell away from here before we get an answer.
KAYJAY-You gonna’ head back up to Big Central?
MARRIJANE-Yeah, I’ll probably try & leave tomorrow morning if I can. I need to get somewhere I know money is stable. You guys know a good inn around here? I’ll have to get some sleep in after I find something to eat…hmm what now, what now?
CHARIE-(Shaking her head) Inn? Girl, what are ya’ talkin’ about? Ya’ gonna have dinner with us, I’m gonna better patch ya up, ya gonna’ sleep in the guest room we have, & in the mornin’ we’ll get ya’ some breakfast & take ya’ down to the Swansong Station.
MARRIJANE-Huh? Wait, what? No, you don’t need to do all that for me. You’ve already done more than enough & I’ve already put you guys through enough trouble. I’m used to this stuff anyway.
CHARIE-(Smiling, her pleasant tone hard to argue with) It’s no trouble at all, besides, consider it a thank ya’ for helpin’ out my youngest. It’s the least I can do after he got ya’ in such a crazy fight, right Kayjay?
KAYJAY-(Confused) Me? I didn’t get her in that fight, she was out lookin’ for it & she was jus’ doin’ her job. Also, a guest room? But we don’t have a guest room-(Changing his tune after Charie flicked the back of his head) But, I mean, yeah. It’ll save you some Koin & ya’ll get some good home cookin’ too. Two birds with with one stone-
CHARIE-Leaves not stone unturned. (Her smile unchanged) See? We insist. No more nos.
MARRIJANE-(Looking a little uncomfortable, but her hunger won her over) Well…okay.
Smith’s Dinner Table, 6:25 Set
NARRATOR-Marrijane had felt bliss for the first time in days. Even if nothing had gone the way she wanted it to, she could safely say she had some good fucking food. The table was mostly sounds of forks clanging against plates, scooping up mouthfuls of fresh cut fries covered in meat, cheese & a mix of sauces. Kayjay & Marrijane devoured their third large plates before they were both finally satisfied. Charie watched the two, a bit disgusted by their gluttonous display, but happy they were fed.
CHARIE-(Eating her plate at a casual pace) Dear Muse, did not think I’d see someone eat that much food besides my kids. I guess it makes sense, Musicians need all that energy, don’t they?
MARRIJANE-(Wiping her mouth as she relaxed in her chair. Fresh bandages around her hands & forehead) Woo! Sorry, it's just been so long since I had some good food & that was AMAZING food.
CHAIRE-(Nodding graciously) Well, glad to see ya’ enjoyed it.
KAYJAY-(Rubbing his stomach as he leaned back in his seat) I guess being on the move as a Musician makes it hard to sit down & have a decent meal.
MARRIJANE-Well, yeah, at least when I do travel. I spend most of my time in Big Central. I didn’t grow up out there, but for the last…two years? I’ve been renting an apartment & taking on the endless amount of jobs they have. Made it easier to get home & cook my own dinner.
CHARIE-Oh, ya’ cook?
MARRIJANE-(Eyes sparkling a bit) Oh yeah, it's kind of why I can be a bit of a food snob.
KAYJAY-Wow, I guess they’re right about not judgin’ a book by its cover.
MARRIJANE-At least for me (Rolling her eyes) Can’t say the same about everyone. (A small grin on her face) But cooking is something I’ve enjoyed for as long as I can remember, ever since I was a little girl. (Her mind tried to pull up the memory of her first time cooking, but she could only see the image of a distorted mirror. When she tried focusing it, she was quickly given the slight tinges of a headache instead. She quickly let it go as she took a sip from her water to shake it all off.) But yeah… it's also been a good life skill to have. One of the little joys after a long day of risking my life for Koin, hah.
NARRATOR-Charie let her off without pressing her for more information, seeing the girl had conversations she wasn’t even ready to have with herself. Kayjay didn’t even notice the little details, too lost in his own head after letting it wander unchecked for too long. Charie glanced at him, his hands wiggling around, itching to reach for the headphones of his crown goggles. He chose to prioritize her youngest over the young Musician for a parental check, the obvious choice.
CHARIE-So, Kayjay, what now?
KAYJAY-(Snapping back to the dinner table in front of him) Hm? I’m sorry?
CHARIE-(Her voice was gentle, but still prying for something) I know today was a lot more eventful than normal, but did ya’ ever get the chance to fully clear ya’ head & figure out ya’ answer?
NARRATOR-Marrijane was quiet, unable to hide how curious she was to know what they were talking about. Kayjay took a breath, thinking back to when he charged in to help Marrijane, how he fought around that shell he was in, how he couldn’t hear the static, how terrified he was of dying, how happy he was to feel a thrill like that. He had his answer, there was no denying that. He exhaled. The faintest buzz of static rolled past his ears.
KAYJAY-Oh, um…no, no I didn’t end up gettin’ a chance to sort it all out. Sorry.
CHARIE-(Nodding as she went back to eating) It's okay. No need to apologize. Like I said, take ya’ time.
NARRATOR-Marrijane stayed quiet, sneaking frustrated glances at Kayjay with a silent sigh.
Verse 5-If I’m Wrong…
Morday, 16th Of Whislate, Essence Of Snowfall 2995 A.M., 1:11 Rise
Smith House, Urban West, Compass-Star
NARRATOR-Dinner eventually rolled into more small talk before Charie & Kayjay showed Marrijane to the room she would be sleeping in. It was late into the night & yet she still couldn’t manage to close her eyes & settle down. The room she was in obviously hadn’t been used in years, but it still felt lived in by the person who once claimed it as their own. Posters of Professional Musicians long past their prime. Old Gear that had been well used & worn down. A vanity with an astonishing amount of makeup & accessories, neatly around a crystal clear mirror. A life she didn’t know, but a life that was clearly appreciated judging by how well kept it all was. No dust, memories well remembered instead of the cobwebs in the back of Marrijane’s mind. She tried a little dusting for herself while she was still awake, but it quickly led to a headache & that quickly pushed her back on her feet.
She opened the window to take in some fresh air, the stars actually a bit visible from the more humble Section. She felt the comforting tingle of the cold breeze run along her face & through her hair, finally starting to feel the sense of sleep creeping in. Unfortunately Kayjay scared it off, her eyes trailing down at his as she felt his curious gaze looking up at her from outside. He was standing in front of the house, noisy tunes faintly leaking out from the headphones of his Crown Goggles.
MARRIJANE-(Mouthing words since she didn’t want to risk waking Charie) What are you doing out there?
KAYJAY-(Mouthing words back as he paused his music) What are ya’ doin’ up?
NARRATOR-She was going to mouth more words, but then just decided to make things easier. She jumped out from the window, landing softly in front of Kayjay, much to his surprise.
MARRIJANE-(Speaking softly) Chilly out tonight, isn’t it?
KAYJAY-(Trying to keep his voice down) Do ya’ leap out of windows often?
MARRIJANE-Eh, I’ve jumped from way higher & it's not like your house is a sky scrapper or something.
KAYJAY-Well, excuse me for not being used to folks adverse to stairs.
MARRIJANE-Hah, well it wouldn’t be the first new experience for you today, would it?
NARRATOR-Kayjay just laughed in response, Marrijane noticing he finally seemed more relaxed then when they first noticed each other. She didn’t stand too close, letting him have his space, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to get personal.
MARRIJANE-So what? You weren’t willing to take the big leap in front of your mom tonight?
KAYJAY-(His body tensing up once again) Huh? What? W-wha are ya’ even talkin’ about?
MARRIJANE-(Voice pushing) What am I talking about? No, what are you not talking about?
KAYJAY-(Sighing, fiddling with his Phonograph, wanting to put his headphones back on) You pieced it all together pretty quick, huh? Guess it comes with the job.
MARRIJANE-Eh, kind of. It's not like I know what you & your mom were really talking about, but it's not hard to see that you guys discussed something. Then when she checked up on you about it, you acted like you didn’t have anything to say.
KAYJAY-Well…how do you know I didn’t have-
MARRIJANE-(Laughing, but quickly trying to lower her voice) Seriously? With the look you had on your face earlier? Dude, no way in fucking hell.
KAYJAY-(Genuinely curious) Face? What face?
MARRIJANE-You serious? Oh…you are, huh? I guess that makes sense, you had the biggest, dumbest smile on your face when you ran in to help me with Thursday. We were risking our asses against a freak show we couldn’t even get a proper Volume read on. We could’ve been tuned into blood pancakes with our guts as toppings, but you were still smiling like an idiot the whole time.
KAYJAY-(Her words caught him completely off guard, but his body didn’t tense up at all) Is that right? (In fact he felt more relaxed & comforted by the thought) Well…shit.
MARRIJANE-Hey, so you don’t have to tell a stranger anything personal, but I won’t act like I’m not curious. What exactly is the situation?
KAYJAY-No, it's fine. Consider it my payment to you for savin’ my butt today. It's my mom that fed ya’ & gave ya’ a bed to sleep in. (Looking a bit lost in thought before he finally continued) I guess I should jus’ start from the start, right?
MARRIJANE-(Shrugging) Sure. I’m not going to be falling asleep anytime soon, speak your mind.
KAYJAY-Okay. (Taking a breath before explaining) Well, most folks my age end up either goin’ off to wherever to follow their passions, or they stay here cuz they already had something goin’ for them. My sister followed her path, no problem, but it's been a pretty different experience for me…
NARRATOR-Kayjay explained his lack of a proper goal to follow, his family history with The Owls, & the static buzzing in his head. Marrijane respectfully listened to him, never interrupting, never questioning his explanation.
KAYJAY-(His voice giving way to its vulnerability) So I guess I’m at a bit of a crossroads now? I don’t really know how to describe that feelin’, but I know that makin’ a move was the right call. I still really don’t know what the hell those owls were tryin’ to tell me, but I won’t figure anything out if I jus’ stay here thinkin’ about things in circles. I have to push past it all & jus’ see where it all takes me, that’s the only way I’ll ever be able to figure out what they were tellin’ me…I think…(Noticing Marrijane’s attentive gaze on him. He felt a bit embarrassed) Damn, sorry, I’m jus’ ramblin’ on & on now.
MARRIJANE-(Shaking her head) It’s fine, it’s fine, you clearly got a lot on your personal plate. (Looking a bit more serious, her voice blunt, but not rude) But it seems like the walk did clear your head in a way, didn’t it? You said it yourself right? You won’t get your answer if you stay here, so why didn’t you just tell your mom that?
KAYJAY-(He wanted to reach for his headphones again) I…I don’t know…nerves? I’m nervous about it.
MARRIJANE-About what exactly?
KAYJAY-About all of it. What if I did tell my mom all that & then jus’ decided that I would leave Urban West & head down to Big Central with you or somethin’?
MARRIJANE-(Raising an eyebrow) With me? Okay, then what?
KAYJAY-I-I uh-
MARRIJANE-What? Then you start doing stuff you’ve never done?
KAYJAY-Maybe, but-
MARRIJANE-Meeting new people, opening up that little country boy mind?
KAYJAY-I mean, I’m not a country boy. But uh, yeah, but-
MARRIJANE-Come on, you just swung a mallet at a pasty beast of a man, what’s left to be afraid of at this point?
STATIC-(Laughing in Kayjay’s ear) Go ahead & tell her. Speak that shit into existence.
MARRIJANE-Like seriously, dude, what’s really holding you back at this point?
KAYJAY-(A hushed shout) What if I’m wrong!?
NARRATOR-The two grew quiet, looking back at the Smith house, fearful of them waking Charie up. They seemed to be in the clear & so Kayjay continued.
KAYJAY-What if I’m wrong? What if I go out there & I don’t find anythin’? What if I come home with nothin’ to show for it? What if I end up dead? What if I’m jus’ supposed to stay here?
MARRIJANE-(Speaking as quietly as she could, but clearly annoyed with his attitude) What if, what if, what if, what if, what if…(Her right eyes twitching) What if you just shut the fuck up, got out of your head, stepped outside & see what happens? If you’re wrong? Well then you’re wrong. Oh well, back to the drawing board. At least you’d have a definitive answer. That’s life, man. You try something & it either works out or it doesn't & you try something else. People do it all the time.
KAYJAY-(Not convinced) Even you?
MARRIJANE-(Scoffing) You kidding? You think the first job I went for was Musician? I tried to work at a restaurant since I like cooking, but customers just pissed me off, so I quit after less than a month. Tried manual labor related stuff, but the higher ups are lazy & full of shit. I told them off & got fired after less than a week. Then I tried out for the minor military training program since it offered a free room, but me & Orchestral authority have never mixed well. I didn’t even last through the orientation.
KAYJAY-(Looking at her a bit concerned) Jeez…really? Couldn’t even last longer than a month?
MARRIJANE-Hah, & those are just all the major jobs I remember trying. There are a bunch of smaller ones sprinkled in between.
KAYJAY-(Cringing) Wow…
MARRIJANE-(Glaring) Oh, fuck you, being young is all trial & error anyway. It was after the military training crap that I ended up looking into Musician work. Through all my hustling to make some Koin, I had gotten pretty good at defending myself. Swinging a sword Instrument around came pretty natural to me already, so I ended up following Musicians around, hoping that any of them would give me even some basic lessons. I was able to bullshit my way into a Trainee position before finally getting the proper credentials & now I’m about two years into working in the field. Point I’m trying to make is that I had to keep trying & working at shit until I finally found something that stuck. The key to it all is that I tried & that got me where I needed to be & now I’m well on the road to where I want to be. It was scary & it hurt…it hurt a hell of a lot at times, but it was worth the comfort & success. I know because I wasn’t in my head, I just did it. I’m sure the same kick in the ass would help you get it into gear too.
NARRATOR-Kayjay’s mind tumbled back into words he hadn’t thought of in years. Words from a woman that had become legend in his memory.
VOICE-(The static flickering away as he heard her voice, as if she was right beside him) Well, I’m gonna’ go ahead & give it my best shot regardless. I’ll head on back home if things don’t work out, but if they do work, then I’ll be glad I didn’t hold myself back. This is my life, so no more what ifs.
NARRATOR-Kayjay smiled again, but this time he knew it . Marrijane smiled in response.
MARRIJANE-You know I’m right & you know what you want, but if you still need more time to steady yourself, I think that's more than fair. At least take my Phonograph number & give me a ring whenever you’re ready. I’ll at least help you get set up in Big Central. (Reaching out for a hand shake)
KAYJAY-(Nodding as he held out his hand) Deal…thanks Marri.
MARRIJANE-(Glaring) It’s Marrijane.
KAYJAY-(Smirking) I know.
NARRATOR-They shook hands, exchanged numbers & quickly drifted off as they returned to their rooms, the two finding some peace in the conversation.
Verse 6-No More What Ifs
Morday, 16th Of Whislate, Essence Of Snowfall 2995 A.M., 11:00 Rise
Swansong Station, Urban West, Compass-Star
NARRATOR-Charie had paid for the next available Swansong ticket to Big Central for Marrijane. The later time allowed her & Kayjay to sleep in a bit later & take their time scarfing down more of Charie’s cooking. The time to leave had struck when the two were more than satisfied with breakfast. Charie drove Marrijane down to the station in her land cruiser Swansong. It was similar to what someone from our own world would see as an old Volkswagen bus. A classic model for certain, but one taken care of by a Soundsmith of Charie’s caliber. Kayjay came along to see the Musician off, the events of yesterday forming a tight-knit bond much faster than just a simple introduction would’ve done.
He looked down at his Phonograph, the new number at the top of his recent contact list. He hadn’t had a friend to talk to long distance since his forum days. He thought back to the time of debating back & forth with strangers online. Fellow nerds arguing over topics from their favorite shows or games. Time & life naturally took them more & more away from the discussion groups & since they had never exchanged numbers, they all found themselves alone again. At least Kayjay had, he could only assume the status of the others. He began to wonder what happened to them all. He thought about what had become of her.
He imagined what would happen if he or Marrijane got a new number suddenly & fell out of touch. It would probably be Marrijane since she had a rough job & full plate of things to consider & worry about. What if that happened before he was ready to give her that call & take the leap they talked about? He would no longer possess that link to the beginning of his search for whatever was out there waiting for him. He’d be cut off & stranded, left to spend his life in Urban West, a Section ripe with coming of age potential & overflowing with what ifs far past their prime. He balled his fist & turned his music up as he sat next to his mom in the bus like Swansong. The Static was growing particularly loud today of all days.
STATIC-Maaaan! Bullshit! You won’t be stranded here jus’ cuz the hot chick with a sword doesn’t return ya’ text. You’ll be stranded cuz ya’ too scared to jus’ figure shit out without a lifeline. Even with yesterday. Ya’ wouldn’t have charged in to save ya’self, ya’ only did it to be helpful.
KAYJAY-(Taking the bait) And what’s so wrong with that?
STATIC-Ya’ gonna’ be a reactionary ya whole life? Or are ya’ gonna’ start being about that action? The chick told ya’ to stop being scary, didn’t she?
KAYJAY-She also told me that it’s fair if I want to wait & steady myself.
STATIC-She said that shit to be nice, what she was really tellin’ ya’ to do is to get ya’ shit together & be ready to leave tomorrow. And now tomorrow is today.
KAYJAY-What? Really? (He took a glance at Marrijane in the back seat, seeing her mouth moving as she was speaking with Charie about something he couldn’t hear.) Was she really saying that? (The two locked eyes for a second, her expression on the serious side before she looked away) Why wouldn’t she jus’ say that then?
STATIC-Cuz girls love being cryptic & shit.
KAYJAY-How would ya’ even know that?
STATIC-How would ya’ know that I didn’t? Besides, it wouldn’t have been the first time ya’ missed what a girl was really tellin’ ya’.
NARRATOR-Kayjay was unable to pry further, his mom tapping him on the shoulder to let him know they had already arrived at the station. The same one Marrijane had arrived in the morning prior. They had time to spare as they helped Marrijane get checked in & ready for her travels. As they waited for the announcement of her Swansong’s boarding, Kayjay’s eyes tried to follow all the hustle & movements of the numerous people arriving, departing & waiting. He couldn’t keep track of it all, so he tried to imagine where they were all going. Business trips? Vacations? Coming home to visit family? Returning to their families? Traveling for fun? Traveling for a secret mission or journey of revenge? For love? For hate? He could’ve gone on & on on with the possibilities for hours & probably not even list a fraction of the possibilities. From his observation alone he could see how big the world could be & what he could encounter. At the same time he knew that in reality he really knew nothing. His view was only as big as Urban West, the station was the edge of his horizons. He looked at Marrijane, she seemed to be thinking of the work that was ahead of her. He looked over at Charie, smiling as she sipped on a drink she had definitely overpaid for at one the station restaurants.
KAYJAY-(Watching the people go by) I’m sure this isn’t too much for any of them. This is just everyday life for them. What do I want my everyday life to be?
MARRIJANE-(Looking down at her Phonograph, sitting with her thoughts.) 11:10. They should start calling for boarding in about 5 minutes now. (She looked over at the smiling Charie as she casually sipped on her overpaid drink) I’ll have to make sure to thank the lady for all this. She really went above & beyond. Then again, I guess it’s because I helped her kid out. Any mom would probably be this thankful..(She tried to shift her focus elsewhere, not wanting to linger on the current topic for too long. She looked over at Kayjay, his large eyes watching the crowd.) He’s always gotta keep his brain doing something, doesn’t he? I guess he’d go mad if he didn’t. Heh, his eyes sort of look like the pictures of owls I’ve seen, all big & shit. I wonder if that’s how they actually looked…(Her head began to ache a bit, but she let it roll this time as she observed the quirks of the boy too scared to take the big leap.) Well…hope you figure it all out, I really do.
NARRATOR-She turned her attention to making sure she had all her stuff with her as the clock ticked to 11:11. Her sword was clearly held over her shoulder, wrapped in white cloth due to all the check in procedures. Her Koin purse safely in her jacket pocket, along with her Musician’s badge. Her Phonograph, buzzing in her pocket. Buzzing in her pocket? She pulled it out curiously, but growing frustrated when she thought about who it could be.
MARRIJANE-(Muttering) Jobber, you better not be calling about anymore of your trash ass excuses you call premium bounties…hm?
NARRATOR-It was Kayjay who was calling her, though he was only a few feet away. She looked over at him & he looked back at her with a smile & a nod. He was shaking just a bit, but his face didn’t budge from a smile. He was ready to take the leap. Marrijane rolled her eyes, but smiled in return. It was all the reassurance he needed to stop his shaking.
KAYJAY-(Facing Charie, mustering up his courage) Mom, I-
CHARIE-(Patting him on the head) Glad to see ya’ ready, Sonshine.
KAYJAY-(Shocked) Uh-I, uh…didn’t say anything yet.
CHARIE-Ya’ don’t need to, I heard it all last night when you were talkin’ to Marrijane. (Giving Marrijane a thumbs up) Thanks for helpin’ him get it all out into words.
MARRIJANE-(Just as shocked as Kayjay) Uh…welcome. So…you heard us talking last night?
CHARIE-How couldn’t I have? Ya’ crazy kids were jumpin’ out windows & shoutin’.
KAYJAY & MARRIJANE-(Both clearly embarrassed) OH.
CHARIE-(Finishing up her drink) Gotta’ say though, you were cuttin’ it real close, Kacey. It’s damn near boarding time for this Swansong.
KAYJAY-Uhh…
CHARIE-Well, nothin’ to worry about, come on you two. (Walking in the direction of the Station’s main exit)
KAYJAY-Wait, mom, where are ya’ goin’?
MARRIJANE-Yeah, what about the Swansong? You already paid for my ticket.
CHARIE-(Still walking) It’s insured, they’ll refund me. I’ve helped patch up enough things here for them not to try me. Now come on, we can’t keep that old man waiting all day.
NARRATOR-Still confused, they followed her as she led them around to the personal Swansong hangars around the back end of the station. It was mainly for the wealthy that owned their own full sized Swansongs, since it was the only place in Urban West to keep them. In front of hangar 13 was the old man that ran a barber shop in the Section, dressed in old school looking aviator gear, goggles & scarf included. He gave them all a nod as he folded his newspaper up.
MARRIJANE-Who’s the old guy?
KAYJAY-Mr. Richards?
MR. RICHARDS-(Grumpy) Took ya’ long enough. What’s the matter? He still have cold feet?
CHARIE-(Smirking & shrugging) Hey, he’s here now, ain’t he?
MR. RICHARDS-(Waving her comment off as he went to open the hangar.) Sure, sure.
KAYJAY-(Confused) Mom, what’s this all about?
CHARIE-Well, after I heard ya’ lil chat with Marrijane, I knew it was time for you to learn to fly out into the world. So I called this old fart & cashed in one of the many favors he owes me. (Motioning at the hangar as it slowly began to open) So, in honor of the big step you’re about to take, I figured I’d help ya’ get there in style. It’s somethin’ I’ve spent 13 years on in my spare time. (Her face shifting to a more irritated expression) Though, I guess ya’ can thank ya’ sister too since she wanted to go & piss me off so bad that I refused to give this to her. (Quickly calming herself) But that’s all in the past, my boy’s time is now. So allow me to introduce ya’ to Swansong Compass-Star Overdrive Model Post Acceleration System Solar Thirteen. Or jus’ simply: The 13th Compass
NARRATOR-The hangar opened up in full to reveal a Swansong that was designed in the form of an old sea vessel you would read about in fantasy books or see in games set in older times. While being almost entirely made of metal, it was painted, given special textures & a wood finish to make it look more like the wooden ships of old. The 13th Compass was beautifully painted on the left side in black, a golden compass rose painted behind them. The mainsail had the same compass rose design stitched into it, the finishing touch to the gleaming machine that slowly moved out into the sunshine. Kayjay & Marrijane were left stunned as Charie had a proud smile on her face.
CHARIE-Good, got the reaction that I wanted out of ya’ too. (Her eyes on Kayjay) Everythin’ you’ll need is already inside & there are guides to all the rooms, machines & such on board. Mr. Richards here used to be a damn good Swansong pilot back in his day, so he’s gonna’ fly ya’ to Big Central.
MR. RICHARDS-(Trying to hide how proud was as he went to enter the Swansong) And then I’m gettin’ a first class Swansong flight back here, private room & free drinks included. Hahah, so let’s hurry it up, kids.
KAYJAY-Wait, he’s taking a flight back. So you’re sayin’ that I…I get to keep the Swansong?
CHARIE-Duh! I told ya’ it was a gift from me & your punk of a sister. You’ve read plenty of books about how these things work, so I’m sure you’ll be able to qualify for a license at some point. (Looking over at Marrijane) Until then though, ya’ think ya’ could help him find an affordable place to keep it docked?
MARRIJANE-(Still trying to get over the shock from the Swansong reveal, but having an answer to her request almost immediately) Oh, I know just the guy. I was gonna go see him right when I got back too since he owes me big time. We’ll be able to dock it for a steal.
CHARIE-Figured a street smart girl like you would have the hookup. (Reaching in her coat pocket & pulling out a full Koin Purse.) Here, payment for ya’ troubles.
MARRIJANE-Oh, no, no. I can’t take this, you’ve already done enough for-(Charie opened the Koin purse to give Marrijane an idea of just how much was packed inside of it. Her eyes turned to Koin signs as she took the bag) Pleasure to be of service to you.
KAYJAY-(Unable to hold back his smile from this new found thrill, but tears still pooling up in his eyes) Mom…this is...this just so…
CHARIE-(Smiling as she wiped his tears away, her own starting to form as she looked at him, seeing the 8 year old who cried watching his sister leave home.) Oh, those tears. I know them all too well. (Seeing his smile as it reminded her of just yesterday, just before telling him to go take a walk & clear his head) That smile though, that’s very new for you. But it definitely runs in the family. (Hugging him tight) I know ya’ don’t know what ya’ want yet & I know the Owls still left ya’ feelin’ confused, but even still…I knew this day would come sooner or later. I get to help my boy & the girl that saved him. This Swansong is my one stone for you two birds. (Looking him in the eye) You takin’ that first big step out in the world will help you become the man ya’ need to be & find the answer to what the Owls told ya’. Two birds, one stone.
KAYJAY-(Nodding) I won’t leave a single stone unturned then.
CHARIE-Damn right, now get goin’, before I change my mind. Marrijane, make sure to have his back.
MARRIJANE-(Still happily drooling over the bag full of Koin) Of course! Of course!
NARRATOR-Kayjay & Marrijane boarded The 13th Compass, quickly making their way to the open deck just as Mr. Richards was about to take off. He was also out on the deck, piloting the ship via a wheel you would commonly see on an old ship.
MARRIJANE-Your mom really went all out, you even pilot the damn thing like an old boat.
MR. RICHARDS-There's still a cabin for piloting the damn thing, we’re not that old school.
KAYJAY-Then…why are ya’ up here-
MR. RICHARDS-(Placing his old goggles over his eyes) Because I like doin’ things the old school way, damnit! Now hold on! We’re takin’ off!
NARRATOR-The 13th Compass gently shook as it began to slowly lift itself into the air, its sails fluttering in the wind as they had a light glow around them. As they began to ascend higher into the air, Kayjay looked over the side of the deck as Charie who was looking back up at him. The two waved until the Swansong was so high up, they could hardly see each other.
CHARIE-(Sending a text to her daughter on her Phonograph) “The last owlet jus’ left home. Be sure to give him ya’ best wishes. Still mad at ya’ by the way, stay happy & healthy.”
CEEJAY’S TEXT-“A late bloomer to the end, I see. I’ll be sure to send him all my love. Still mad ya’ too of course, stay healthy & happy.”
MARRIJANE-(Looking over at Kayjay) Ready to figure shit out, Shoe Gazer?
KAYJAY-(His eyes on the endless sky all around them) No, but I’m still taking the leap anyway.
NARRATOR-The 13th Compass pushed forward through the clouds, next stop: Big Central.
TRACK 002 END
TUNE IN FOR MUSIKAL TERMS
Musikal Aura-When a Sonicnaut moves into combat, their Musikal energy will form a layer of defense for their bodies. A Stage is also Musikal aura, it just specifically represents the activation of a Presence ability. Getting down to brass tacks: Musik aura is general energy for heightened offense & defense, while a Stage is an aura that directly represents the Soul & a Presence ability.
In Regards To Melanin-The people in the world of A.R.T are all different shades of black people. Point Blank Period. We got light skins, brown skins, dark skins, you name it! Thursday, The Pale man, is a black man completely drained of his melanin for reason yet to be known. Hope that clears up any confusion.
