Chapter 3-16 Might-Coulda

Chapter 3-16 Might-Coulda

Quiet Wars are called quiet wars because they can happen under your nose.

Quite literally. Thats the thing about Clads. Its not the scale of their powers that hurts the mind, but the unnatural angles they occupy.

Knew a Fallwalker who had a Heaven of Filth once, and let me tell you, deep impressions are made when the first time you meet someone is them materializing in someone else's ass while they were shitting.

Never thought Id have nightmares going to the toilet, but, hey, the hells does an old woman like me know, right?

-Quail Tavers, School of the Warrens

3-16

Might-Coulda

Didnt know ghouls could be gentle, the enforcer said, a note of amusement in his voice. Or maybe that just you, huh?

Just me. Avos Phys-Sim told him that no weapons were trained on him, but the object in the enforcers open rig-port was still unidentified. Not knowing what something was got you dead in New Vultun.

The enforcer reached down. Avo tensed, preparing to fire his Celerostylus and jam a shard of trauma into the man standing across from him.

Long day for both of us, I guess, the enforcer said. There was something about their voice that evoked a memory in Avo. Something familiar. He thought he knew this thug from somewhere. A clicking sound popped from the enforcers exposed port, and he finally pulled the object free. Avo blinked. Was that a cigar?

You smoke? the enforcer asked as he lifted his glass helmet off his head. A messy mop of dirty blonde hair appeared. The enforcer had emerald green eyes modded to shine like gems. His face, gaunt and somewhat sculpted, was small of nose and sharp of chin, giving the man a weasel-like appearance. He met Avos glare with a wry smile, the expression more befitting a mischievous child than an enforcer of a criminal organization. I got the good shit: Sanctus Thrillsoriginally grown hiflass. Turns your skull all jelly-like. Lights the world up.

The smokable stank of something horrid to Avo. It was like the bladder of a burning dog. Yet, more than the smell, it was the contents of the substance that bothered him. Hiflass was radioactive. Radioactive wasnt great when combined with a ghouls lifespan. No. Gives you cancer.

That earned him a laugh. So does firing a fusion burner. But thirteen surgeries later, I'm still kickin.

Twelve more, Avo said.

Hm?

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Oh, right, ghoul. Competitive shit, arent you. Whats next, you gonna one-up me by dyin more times than I can. Chambers snickered. If the fool only knew. So. One of my consangs told me that you gave Rantula an ear exam.

Friend of hers? Avo asked, still ready to finish the fight. Chambers face was exposed. Fight could be over before it started. No need to waste a ghost.

Chambers barked another laugh. Rantula dont have friends. And you can tell her that Chambers said that.

Chambers? Avo tilted. Chambers. He knew that name. One of the Enforcers that came to secure him from the aftermath of the Crucible. Same person?

My name, he said, chuckling. You managed to bully the flat into telling you his right? Thats what you were whispering to him all that time? Trying to get him to empty his sob-sacks about him and his dead boy. Welp. Heres mine, free of charge. Chambers shook his head and snorted. Fuckin fugees, consang. Come here with stars in their eyes and end up crying about the ghosts. 'Must be the only one smart enough to sign this deal. Oh, oh, no hes enslaving me. Oh, fuck me, my son died. Chambers shook his head in annoyance, mimicking a man being leashed. Ah. Poor, stupid half-strands. Fuck do they think that was going to happen?

It took Avo a moment to realize the man was trying to make small talk with him. And was using speciesism and cruelty as a crutch against lacking substance. Maybe he thought Avo appreciated the topic.

Harsh, Avo replied.

Chambers cackled, his voice like a hyena. The sound was distinct. Something told Avo that the sound would soon become grating. What? You one of those Tier Expansionists the Nether keeps whining about? One of them save everybody Massists? Shit, consang, tell me if you are, cause that combination is so fucking rare that you might as well be a cryptid. Can get you on New Vultun Sunrise and make a million imps from the finders fee for that interview.

Avo grunted in vague non-acknowledgment. He was dimly aware of what an expansionist and a reductionist were in terms of political ideology. Something about distributing resources evenly amongst people and opening the Arks or the opposite. There were arguments about public-use Heavens as well, but those were usually more fringe-party items to fight over.

Ultimately, Avo didnt care too much. Wasnt represented by either leaning anyway, considering the policies of most Guilds' regarding ghouls were to either regard them as illegal bioforms designed for war and therefore FATELESS by default, or just burn them on sight.

Going to keep him here for now? Avo asked.

Who? The flat? Chambers shrugged. Well, someone will probably ask him a few questions and then judge him for what hes worth. Hes a sheen from the oily shit he sweats, so maybe thats worth something. Least for lube. Could rub our guns on em; oil them up. Makes him more useful than most flats. Definitely more useful than the floaters. Not the squidheads though. Love me some squidheads.

Chambers alternated between slurs without hate or consideration. The insults came like breaths to Chambers, as if the refugees coming to New Vultun were unfortunate seasonal allergies he had to deal with.

Let him live?

Yep, Chambers said. Survived the Crucible, already, didnt he? And frankly, everyones just gonna blame the dead tech on the Reg, ya know? Tough luck. Die when you gotta die in this city is all Im sayin. Fuckin Mirrorhead, consang. Half-strands getting real lax with our performers these days. Aint that many tippers into seeing kids run the Crucible is all Im sayin. Cold city, but since the rash, real sore spot opened up there.

Come on, Chambers said, putting both hands over his heart. Youd eat me if I lied to you.

Not if dead.

Mirrorhead will find a new ghoul to eat me if I lost you.

Avo paused. That, however, was indisputably true. Fine.

Chambers produced a fob of some kind. Avo squinted.Omnitech Solutions was burned along its backside, a double-layered infinity sign gleaming.

Its the access marker to the busted Galeslither. Inside should still got enough room for even a bean pole like you. Might need to bend those arms though.

Avo studied his limbs. The length was an old issue. Even now, wearing his new stolen jacket, the garment clung to him more like a vest, his arms far extending the coverage of the sleeves. Avo took the marker and grunted. Thanks.

Jaus, he can be polite too, Chambers said, waving his hands in mock horror. Avo stared blankly.

Think you're funny? Avo asked.

Chambers chuckled. Eventually. Im more of a quantity guy than a quality guy.

Shows.

Fuckin ouch, ghoulie. Breaking my hearts.

Get another. Where is Galeslither?

Six-hundredth floor, Chambers added. Just follow the repair drones. Should be covered in a tarp. Aint that many actual personnel up there. Not since the Scalpers attacked.

Scalper. Another Syndicate. The one that fired a missile at them. Conflux had more enemies that didnt fear a Godclad, it seemed.

Avo shook his head. No organization.

Hm? Chambers asked.

Expected some kind ofdiscipline.

Chambers sneered. Mirrorhead dont want an army, consang. Were just muscle. We start getting together and actually practicing, we might end up getting ideas instead of just following orders. Cant have that.

Avo wasnt sure what to say about that. Conflux was increasingly looking like an organization that existed despite seemingly no effort being put into its structuring, organization, or long-term goals. It was like the entire Syndicate was just a blunt instrument for Mirrorhead to wield and apply pressure. Something about that idea clung to Avos thoughts like tar, but his brain was too fogged with exhaustion to think. He needed sleep. More importantly, he needed to finally sequence his ghosts.

Going up now, Avo said. Sleep. Find me for milk-run later.

Chambers gave him a half-hearted salute. Hope the boss doesnt rough you up too much. Maybe next time you wont be a glassjaw and have a smoke with me

Avo walked away. Next time.

Making his way back to the elevator was more an endeavor of time than it was navigation. Again, Avo questioned the need for one Syndicate to operate an entire megablock, especially with so much of it being outright rubble or blockaded.

By the time he found his way, his want of sleep had become a descending hail weight on his skull. He noticed that his hands were shaking and that his body was shivering beyond his control. A spot of hunger was creeping back into him already. He frowned. That was fast. Probably the symbiote, then. Burning through his metabolism as well.

Again, nothing was for free.

Hitting the call icon, Avo leaned his head against the cold matter of the wall as he waited for the elevator to descend. Too much has happened to him in one day. Too much. Only now did he have a chance to even just think. Reflect.

As the doors opened, he stumbled through and entered six hundred into the interface. Leaning against the rails, he found himself anticipating the rise back past ground level, waiting to study the ebontas again. Better change of scenery than the endless mirror, plascrete, and rusted metal of the subterranean anyhow.

Something cracked next to him. Avo sighed.

By this point, he was too weary to even react in surprise as Mirrorhead slipped into existence through the reflection of the walls to the right. The Syndicate boss adjusted his suit. There was a stiffness to his posture that Avo hadnt seen before. A projection of rigidity that looked unnatural, even for Mirrorhead.

Like a circling wolf, the Godclad deliberately crossed around behind Avo, a spot of silence and nothing to the ghouls senses. Mirrorhead loomed as he passed Avos left shoulder, his presence making up for his middling height.

I heard, Mirrorhead said, his smooth baritone betraying nothing but coldness, that you had a busy day.