TWENTY-TWO: Uneven

TWENTY-TWO: Uneven

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Alden had been kidnapped for around a minute. His brain wasnt handling it well yet.

In fact, it was like someone had given his stream of consciousness a shot of adrenaline and then shoved it into a rave. All his thoughts were smashing into each other so that he couldnt properly address any of them.

She said Corin and that must be Corin Velra, and she said they just want to talk, but she is a crazy person, and I want to talk but not like this, am I going to be murdered, and what if I miss the funeral, why are there cupcakes, and oh my god how fast is she driving, if I can shout for help I can make a call

Finally. A thought that was concrete enough to prompt an action.

System, call Clytem Zh!

Alden spoke quickly, but at exactly the wrong moment, the car hit a pothole. Aimi had been waving a purple cupcake under his nose while she drove, and she accidentally rammed it into his face.

Alden inhaled a large quantity of frosting.

Dont call her! Aimi said frantically while he coughed up pieces of cake. I said my family just wants to talk to you. Shes a brain melter. Thats not cool. Jeez, who are you anyway?

Weirdly, having blackberry frosting shoved up both his nostrils calmed Alden down a lot. The discomfort gave his mind something to latch onto.

Hey, Uncle Corin. Im pretty sure the kid is trying to call Clytem Zhao. Unless you know someone else running around with the name Clytem.

She nodded as if in answer to an invisible comment, sighed, then turned to Alden, completely ignoring the street in front of them.

He says, Please dont act in haste. Im trying to get you what you want right now, so that all parties will be satisfied, she reported. He also says I should apologize to you sincerely. So. Sorry. Sincerely.

Alden wiped at his face and stared at her cautiously. Whyd you grab me?

Because youve got Chainer, Aimi said, whipping her ponytail over her shoulder. Unless you dont? If you dont, you should definitely tell me that right now so that I can release you back into your natural habitat.

I dont?

Ha! Liar. She grinned at him. You totally do. Wow. Listen, my grandma used this insane wordchain to coat the whole family in good luck because her favorite descendant is right up against the deadline to affix. You know about Chainer?

A little, Alden admitted, settling back into his seat and buckling the safety belt.

He could always shout for Ms. Zhao later. That was the right call, wasnt it?

He had reached out to the Velras himself. Hed expected some kind of reply back.

In a few days. Through lawyers or emails but this might be fine?

All superhuman dealings arent this high stress, right?Should I just have expected a kidnapping half an hour after mailing a letter?

Well, if you know a little, you probably know enough. Chainers our whole thing. We dont just use it individually; we have ways to use it collectively. Not getting it is a big deal. Kind of means youre not part of the family proper anymore.

Aimi stared at him like she was expecting a comment.

Uh, yeah, said Alden. Thats definitely a big deal?

Right! So we keep Chainer class lined up and ready to go, especially for more talented kids. We have selectees trade it from person to person as their grace periods end. But sometimes, its just not possible. Everyone thought my niece Hazel would be an S. We had one saved for her for more than a year. But then she came out as a crappy B, and it was the one rank we couldnt lay hands on. The clock ticked down, Grandma Aulia lucked us all up, and hey presto! Here you are.

She paused for breath, then added, By the way, whats your name?

Bs not crappy. He was so used to Boes digs that it came out automatically.

It kind of is. I should know. Been one for two and a half decades. Youre powerful enough that the little guys are jealous of you and weak enough that the big guys dont think of you at all. Welcome to the club.

Alden frowned at her, trying to slot B-rank Chainer in to what he knew about her so far. She wasnt wearing armor, but she was strong enough to haul him around easily. So she had increased physical stats. It didnt seem like something the System would normally dole out to the class though.

Is there such a thing as physical enhancement wordchain? How does that work? Does she collapse into a puddle when the sacrifice half comes due?

Also

She looked like she was in her early twenties, but if shed become an Avowed that long ago, then she must be older. Forty?

Does Chainer have a life extension component? Like Healer? He was going to ask for so much more money if it did. Or do you just have amazing genes?

Huh? she said, swerving around a motorcycle. Are you throwing me compliments? Nice! And no. Sorry. But there are a couple of healers who do full cellular rejuve if you can get on their list. Grandmas got a guy. Our family basically is his list.

Well, no wonder they managed to pull even non-family Chainers into their club. Aimi was talking about having the fountain of youth on retainer.

So she said. You gonna reveal your secret identity? Or does Corin need to run pictures of your face through a search engine until he finds you?

Alden grimaced.

I wanted to be anonymous, he said, annoyance creeping in now that his fear was ebbing. So I could enjoy the next few months figuring out my class without governments breathing down my neck.

Corin says something very polite about how he understands your feelings, Aimi reported. I say, Dont be dumb. Youre not a local, right? Whyd you come to the island in person if you didnt want people to know who you were?

Hannah.

Im here for a funeral. Ms. Zhao is coming to pick me up in two hours.

Aimis eyebrows lifted. Her lips pressed together. For the first time since Alden had gotten in the car she was silent. He didnt think it was out of respect for the dead. Judging by the way her eyes were flicking back and forth, she was doing something with her System interface.

Yeah, she muttered after a while, Ill drive faster.

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In her Tokyo apartment, Keiko Velra had given up on sleeping. Notifications from the family kept pinging in her brain.

Didnt have to add me to the confab, she groaned as she threw off her covers.

They had zero respect for her hero work. It had been fifteen years, but they all still thought of it as a hobby shed grow out of.

She slid her feet into a pair of slippers and scuffed into the kitchen. As she rummaged through a drawer for a coffee pod, she glanced at the clock. It was around five hours until Hazels timer ran out. They were cutting it close, but not so close that it couldnt be done.

As long as the boy her stupid sister had just kidnapped didnt want something too exotic.

A mean-spirited part of her thought it would be funny if he was holding out for something even rarer than Chainer. But there really werent many of those, unless he was going for some narrow subtype.

She had audio-to-text turned on so she wouldnt have to hear what was rapidly becoming a massive family conference call. She flicked her eyes up and down, directing the System with the mental commands shed been forced to master years ago.

Ah. So its Rabbit.

Not the easiest, but doable. There was a teen holding it for them apparently. Uncle Corin had been lining up assets for months after all.

She kept reading as the coffee brewed.

Slight hiccup, Corin said.

The Rabbit holder wanted Meister of Rifles, and they only had a Crossbow Meister to offer her. She was turning her nose up at it, even though she would be able to do most of the same things with it from a practical standpoint. A proper wright-made crossbow with the enchanted arrows shed get access to as she leveled should be fine.

Island-born kids are so damn picky.

Obviously, Keikos own family was the premium example of that.

From what she understood, it was a harsh wakeup for outsiders who arrived on Anesidora with their shiny new random classes only to realize that the local teens had been prepping for their own for years.

By the start of middle school the upper echelon all had a strong sense of what they wanted and could reasonably expect to get based on the popularity of the class and their parents social connections. There were even private trading groups, organized by estimated rank, where all the involved families agreed in advance that little Suzie would get Wright and little Klaus would be a Shaper.

Someone always drew the short end of the straw thanks to bad luck and infighting. Maybe little Suzie didnt get chosen at all, and Klauss rank was wildly different than what youd expect based on parentage.

But more kids came out of it with their future in hand than didnt.

If its Rabbit he wants, the boy will probably accept additional monetary compensation instead? one of Keikos brothers was saying.

Solid bet. There were only a couple of reasons to want Rabbit.

Money. And summons.

Usually the first one. But some people did think of it as a safely-explore-the-universe ticket. Get summoned a lot, see alien worlds, dont get killed.

In the conference call, everyone was discussing amounts. They all agreed it would be much easier to drop a ton of money on the foreign kids head than it would be to pay off the local girl with the death grip on Rabbit. She had upper middle class parents, and she had her dark little heart set on shooting people in a specific way.

It didnt paint a picture of someone particularly yielding.

Keikos brother was looking up the current annual Rabbit salary now.

Congrats, kid, thought Keiko, stirring hazelnut creamer into her mug. Youre about to be a millionaire.

Who are you talking to, kid? Aimi asked suddenly. She sounded baffled. Me? Use more words, okay.

Alden ignored her and focused on her saner sister.

Keikos face had softened. Yeah, I understand, she said in a sympathetic voice.

You definitely dont, Alden thought. She probably guessed he was latching on to one of the safest classes because of his childhood trauma. Or maybe even Hannahs recent death. It rankled. But it wasnt like he could correct her without an hour-long explanation.

All right. Rabbit. Is there anything else you would need to make the deal? she said.

Id like

How to put this? It was there in the letter. Maybe she didnt have access to it, though.

Id like some assurance that Im not going to be embroiled in political stuff. Id rather not be some kind of outcast because I gave the class to your family?

Ha! cried Aimi, apparently still under the impression that Alden was talking to her. Good luck with that! But dont sweat it. Well like you. Beyond that, who cares?

Keiko gnawed her lip. Well, you wont be embroiled in political stuff anyway. Youre what, sixteen? And all of your political value will evaporate the minute you hand Chainer over. But if you mean it in a moreage-relevantway, are you saying you want to give us the class but have nobody be mad at you for it?

That sounds childish now. But I dont care.

Yes, Alden said stubbornly.

Okay. Keiko looked a little strained. First of allit wont be that bad. There are a few unpleasant individuals who will blame you for it no matter what you do, but most people will assume youre an ignorant nobody. Also, the glossask Aimi about it if she hasnt told youisnt common knowledge yet. But it will be by the time you have to move to the island. Using that particular wordchain is going to buy us tons of shit and you tons of forgiveness by extension. The majority will think unavoidable weirdness happened to you and give you a pass.

Well that wasnt even a lie. It felt a lot like unavoidable weirdness was happening to him right now.

So youre saying Im good?

More or less

Why are you hesitating? Alden asked, tightening his grip on his seatbelt.

Keiko sighed. Grandma Aulia has this thing. Its part of her personal religion almost.

Alden didnt like the sound of what was coming.

Shell want to keep ties with you even if you dont want that. She believes people brought into the familys orbit by powerful wordchains are significant. For us. Likecosmically ordained friends. Or enemies. Or assets. Or spouses.

No, said Alden. Especially to the last one.

Its fine really, she said in a placating tone. The rest of us know its nuts. We mitigate. Uncle Corin is probably already planning to steer his mother into ignoring you. It hardly ever gets out of hand.

Hard pass.

You cant pass on something thats already swept you up, she said gently. Trust me. Grandma will already think youre important. So you want to land on her dance card, not her hit list.

Alden glared at her.

Hey, dont look at me that way. I moved to the other side of the planet to get away from them. Justbe boring for a few years, and youre golden.

Be boring?

One last thing, and then Ill make my sister let you go.

Alden sat up straighter. Really? Right now. He hadnt known that was on the table.

Would you be very offended if Hazel attended the memorial service?

What? So we can trade right there? Absolutely not. Thats so

Keiko held her hands up. Before you lose it, let me clarify. Hazels affixation timer will be running out in just a few hours. Given the kind of service it will likely be, it might very well be a race to see which ends first. Once my family has managed to cut a deal with the Rabbit, she can trade with Hazel. Hazel will come to the funeral. You can swap person to person. Itll take like two text messages and half a minute. I swear.

Alden stared out the windshield, thinking. It was stupid to feel like the suggestion was inappropriate. Especially if it was a necessity because of an alien time limit. But he still did feel that way.

Hannah wouldnt have cared. She liked practical, simple solutions.

Fine, he said. But what about witnesses?

Hazels an authorized witness. She can vouch for both of you herself.

Alden stared at her. Thats the sketchiest thing Ive ever heard.

I told you my family knew more Artonans than they did regular humans. Wordchains are a big deal on the Triplanets, so someone who reaches a certain proficiency level with them is automatically considered worthy for some unique privileges. Hazelsa genius.

The last words were said with something like grudging admiration.

Yeah. Keiko sighed. Anyway, Ill take care of everything we just discussed and send you the details. Ill get them to throw in some bonuses. Do you like wordchains? Want a couple of freebies?

Alden felt like that might be a trick question. Does saying yes mean your grandmother will pay closer attention to me?

Keikos face said it all.

Im fine with Rabbit. And as much privacy as you can manage. And the money I asked for in my letter. Plus more for pain and suffering.

I understand. Aimis caused me some of that, too.

Alden smiled in spite of himself.

Go to the funeral. Hazel will show up. Shell be discreet. Nice to meet you by the way.

You too. I think. Thanks for helping to sort it all out.

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Three minutes later, after arguing with the air for a while, Aimi pulled her car over beside a bookstore.

Okay, she said, pointing at Alden. If you run away or get lost or get taken into custody by the police, the gloss might not get you back for us since Keiko has interfered. So do not do any of those things. Shell be in big trouble.

Did she really interfere? I feel like she was actually helping your cause, Alden retorted as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

Hard to tell. Im not one of those people who can feel fluctuations in the chains spheres of influence and various balances. Thats mumbo-jumbo for prodigies and Artonans. Im just saying if you get my sister in trouble Ill give you trouble. Got me?

He wanted to tell her she was exhausting. But there was no reason to stir things up when he was so close to getting back to the day hed had planned for himself. He wanted to be alone and think. And maybe take a minute to appreciate the fact that he was getting Rabbit squared away far more quickly than hed thought would be possible.

I got you, he said. Thanks for the ride.

Hey! Youre welcome! she said. Anytime. No hard feelings?

She smiled and held her hand out for him to shake. With a mental sigh, Alden reached for it.

Only to freeze when his fingers were a couple of inches away from hers.

Shes uneven.

With a feeling of shock, Alden recognized the foreignness of the thought. It had come from that new gremlin part of his brain that had strong opinions about burgers.

What? Hello? What does that even mean?

Then Aimi leaned forward to complete the handshake on her own. Their fingers touched.

Shes uneven! the gremlin screeched.

In his hand, Aimis feltodd. Uneven wasnt a bad word for it. It was like it weighed too much. Or it was too far to the right or left of where Alden knew it should be.

But though it was an uncomfortable sensation, it wasnt like the hard limit he was met with when he tried to eat meat. Shaking hands with Aimi Velra wasnt forbidden, it was just icky.

Are we going to shake forever? Aimi asked, still pumping Aldens arm up and down. Because its getting weird.

Alden realized hed been clinging to her despite the feeling of wrongness, trying to figure out what was going on.

He jerked away. Sorry, he said, flustered. Got distracted.

After he watched her drive away, he spun and marched right into the bookstore. Maybe its an Avowed thing? I havent shaken hands with one since the mysterious blood ritual.

Channeling his non-existent inner extrovert, he walked up to the guy shelving books and stuck out his hand.Hi, Im new in town!

The handshake he received was awkward. But it was not uneven.

Gorgon, thought Alden, staring down at his own fingers like they belonged to a stranger, what did you do to me?