Chapter 24-6 Diplomatic Vulnerabilities (II)

Chapter 24-6 Diplomatic Vulnerabilities (II)

Yeah. One’s listed under “acceptable losses” and lubricates the economy while the other has to be viewed as “collateral damage” and ends with us getting sued for wergild.

-Paladin Krader on subject and citizen losses

24-6

Diplomatic Vulnerabilities (II)

Naeko's complete arrival came with a sudden spike in metaphysical pressure.

It was as Zein had once said: once one rose beyond the Sixth Sphere, the potential operating with thaumaturgic subtlety changed from a question of difficulty to impossibility.

Even without his Heaven manifested, Avo could still feel Naeko–feel him like someone could feel a giant stepping down on them. Feel them like a man trying to bear the weight of a falling mountain; hold still before an encroaching storm.

The surrounding mists shivered and parted, and Avo’s Metamind came alive with wailing klaxons, warning of an identified Soul contained within an Eighth Sphere Liminal Frame.

The Chief Paladin approached the scene with a blank expression on his face and outside of his normal apparel. Wearing a sleeveless athletic jumpsuit instead of his uniform, Avo did a double-take as he pulled up memories, trying to determine if it was a trick of perception that Naeko’s biceps seemed two inches larger than before. In fact, the Chief Paladin was looking more muscular in general–which went beyond the point of absurdity because he was already shaped like a literal wall.

[How does this man get inside aeros?] Abrel muttered. [Jaus. He’s getting to be as wide as a Scaath.] Her thoughts flowed, and the new pin-sized ego that Hysteria materialized within her shivered. Avo felt his Lustaway trigger, and Abrel’s mind went from awed to horrified. [Oh–oh, fuck–it’s–he’s clearly been–]

Roaring laughter poured forth from Lip. The Scaarthian Fallwalker’s cackles were joined by a legion of other templates, gleefully seizing the opportunity to mock the Instrument. [Yes, yes, Instrument Greatling. We’re sure you got a cute little excuse. You like large boys, do you? Ones with more meat.]

[Go fuck yourself, half-strand,] Abrel said, forcing her thoughts away from the situation. Especially Naeko.

[It’s been two days,] Benhata muttered in disbelief. [What the hells did he jump on to gain that much mass in two days? That’s just not natural.]

Considering the Chief Paladin was a Godclad, anomalous surges in mass and muscularity fell on the low end of coldtech, let alone the use of miracles.

Behind Naeko trailed a cohort of other Paladins. Maru was wearing the same gray-black jumpsuit and looked like he was about to fall over. His messy hair and beard had been trimmed, and weariness seeped out from his mind like sweat. Next to him were a half dozen uniformed Paladins that Avo didn’t recognize at a glance.

Scanning the district using Kare’s cog-feed, Avo noticed approximately twenty-three other Ensouled signatures forming a kilometer-wide perimeter around the scene of the battle. The Paladins were forming their own quarantine, and as the crackling branches of the stormetree slithered back into the surrounding structures, Avo found the sky covered by a few thousand Knots.

WARNING!

Multiple Heavens Detected - [13,000]

The number made Avo wince. There were moments when hubris still whispered sweet nothings in his mind, making him thing that he could face even a single Guild alone and bring them down as he was. This show of material and metaphysical force reminded him of the game he was playing, and how much more he still had to take.

He needed to spread wider. Subvert more of the city. Liberate more enclaves. Maybe even capture a Guild from the inside if he could. Before, he assumed that he would have the time to acclimate himself to his changes and keep to a careful pace. Now, with Emotion evolving to match him–actively hunting him in the deep, he needed to move with both haste and vigilance.

The D’Rongos were already compromised, but Famines’ true reach remained a mystery. And with aspects of Walton absorbed into Emotion’s newest node, wariness gnawed at Avo as he gauged his odds of overcoming the man that created him.

“Chief,” Kare said, drawing Avo’s attention back outward. She was holding a fist to her chest in a reactive salute. Exhaustion and instability continued to assail her mind, but Avo kept the worst at bay as he resequenced her memories. “Permission to–”

“You alright?” Naeko said, sighing as he looked her up and down. A look that bordered the fringes of sympathy pulled at his features, and he took in the debris around them; the bodies of citizens and D’Rongo Seekers on the verge of resurrection. Letting out a sigh, he shook his head.

“I–I am unharmed,” Kare said, sounding uneasy. She wasn’t sure if she should tell him about Emotion–about how her mind was breached.

+Do it,+ Avo said. +Cleaned your sequences. But better not to risk anything. Let him know. No one should be able to find my splinters. Will still be able to contact you even if they do.+

Kare caught herself before she could nod. Drawing in a breath, she continued. “I was cognitive compromised, sir. I sustained ego damage.”

Naeko didn’t seem surprised. “Yeah. Well, whatever the priests did, they must’ve used one of their tamer Daemons on you.” Surprise blossomed through both Kare and Avo. The Chief Paladin just chuckled and patted his right pant pocket. “Got a little shortcut leading back to Scale, and the Heaven of Truth might just be having a bit of an overreaction.”

Aware that it was noticed, the chronological presence receded, seeping behind the towering silhouettes of the cityscape, seeping across the horizon’s curve.

Coldness filled Avo. Coldness and frustration.

Veylis.

She was watching. How much had she seen? How much did she know? Did his use of Chronology incur her attention?

“I’m placing you under watch, Paladin,” Naeko said, prying his eyes away from the sky. “You got eyes on you. Eyes you don’t want.” His left hand engulfed her entire shoulder as he began to lead her away from the scene.

“Sir?” Kare said, shooting a nervous glance at her still struggling uncle. The hand clenching Shotin drifted along behind them as if it was clutching a small ball. Shotin snarled slurs and curses all the while, separated from all that was happening. Clutched in similar vaporous constructs, the D’Rongo Seekers hovered behind him, all of them groaning from how viciously they were torn out from their Heavens. “What–is there–”

“Maru,” Neako said, ignoring Kare’s questions. “Contact Ori-Thaum. Have them put a protective detail on Paladin Kitzuhada’s immediate family. Tell him we are willing to provide protective assets per the... whichever line in the accords that matters.”

“Got it.” Maru swallowed, seeming more ashen than ever before. He gave Kare a reassuring nod. “Don’t worry, kid. We’ll make sure that you–” He didn’t quite manage to finish the sentence. The pain in him cast another shadow into Avo’s mind. Flashes not too unlike Naeko’s formed within Avo’s consciousness, but these captured moments from an ego driven past the point of insanity.

Whatever broke him had been removed. Cut out. But sheer damage inflicted on his ego remained. There were memories taken from Maru. Memories tantamount to traumas–not so unlike Essus.

Both his and Naeko’s imprints began to harden, began to resonate with other feelings of pain. The warmind of Hysteria tremored, and the dimensions of the Nether deepened around Avo. He could feel symmetrical emotions–minds and loci where he could harvest more sorrow, more hurt, more agony.

Curious, he threaded Abrel’s rage into the warmind–and Nether around him came alight in new shades. As he adjusted the specificity, the wavelengths broadcast across cognitive reality were also narrowed. Refined.

In a sense, the warmind of Hysteria seemed to contain the absoluteness of an emotion; a moment; a sensation. Exaggeration was no longer a sufficient analog. It was cognition undistilled from understanding. Emotion unchained from control.

Thinking back to how the Famine nearly managed to lure him away, how he could barely control himself during his rage, Avo hissed with discomfort as he realized how rationality had been stripped from him.

He was being affected from the very beginning. Nothing short of a thoughtform could have resisted that–all it had taken him was a choice and transformation. But he didn’t want to make the choice. Could only think about revenge until Peace broke his focus.

What other warminds did Noloth still have if they nearly undid him here? What other dangers still prevailed in the dark?

[Joy and the Hungers are the only ones who truly know,] Peace said, sneering at nothing in particular. ['Were' might be the more accurate fucking word to use. You changed things. You made the masters abandon some of their own vows. We were blessed with immortality and cursed with eternal servitude after Avohakten. Our transgression nearly fucked everything. Our loyalty redeemed us. But we weren’t supposed to be whole. Not ever again.]

+And then I hurt them,+ Avo said.

[And then you bled the cunts,] Peace finished glumly. [So where does that leave us now? We don’t have many warminds. I know that since Joy whimpers like a sow every time we make him reel one in. But if they’re willing to start using them–listen, Avo. You need to take Ori-Thaum. As soon as you can. As much as you can. Because if you don’t, Emotion is either going lose it all to the Silver bastards, and we’ll be dealing with a full fucking Guild with salvaged warminds, or he might actually win with Defiance planted inside him, making it a fucking Guild eaten by Noloth. Gods denied, what a fucking mess.]

Heeding Peace’s words, Avo watched as a tower-sized Stormtree aero began to land on the intersection next to them. A holographic outline projected warning markers to let bystandars know how much distance they needed, and its sides opened up to show hulking nu-dogs laced with chrome and sporting various levels of wounds. Along their backs gleamed Woundhound injectors, and a Nether broadcast swept through the district.

+Attention, Paladins of Scale. By the will of the Longeyes and in breach of the accords, we demand that–+ The swirling mists around Naeko slowly, gently, casually reached up and snatched the Stormtree Dropspear from the air as well. +Wait–stop! Put us down! Put us down, you fucking idiot child. Put us down this instant!+

Maru snorted. The remainder of the Stormtree assets began to inch back. Additional imprints passed through the Nether–conflict orders to engage and hold in place from various Bloodthanes. The jocks and grunts proved wiser than their commanders as they refrained from any overt action due to Nether interference.

It had only been two days since the catastrophe. Aftershocks weren’t an unreasonable thing to run into.

As nu-dogs snarled and bit at Naeko’s ontological hand, they found themselves trapped like insects in a can as they were moved to the very back of the convoy.

“Are we booking them too?” Maru asked.

“Yep,” Naeko said, indifferent to the political ramifications to follow.

“What charge?” another Paladin asked–a Scaarthian herself, but clearly amused at the humiliation of her clade-kin.

“Obstruction,” Naeko replied. “Obstruction. And disturbing the peace.”