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Crimson Dervish Genesis: Chapter 3
The Ryze dragon disappeared into the depths of the Capital City of Jalmas and became a speck within the crimson sunset. Long shadows began to be cast throughout the city. Perched on top of a building across the street from the Office of Entitlements and Payments was keen eyes of stone gazing downwards. Both bodies posed dynamically, wings spread, looking like they were caught as if they were just about to catch air before cast in stone.
As the shadows grew and the lights below started to turn on to illuminate the streets and the crowd still waiting in line to get into the Office, the white marble stone of the two on the roof gave way to a black reflective skin. Like a thick fluid, it quickly spread over the figures and they began to move.
Stretching was so important after a long day.
One was squat and short, long wings but short quadruped stance with a sharp beak and a thick nose ring, each end of it entering into the nostrils. The other wore a fairly industrial mask, more bipedal but with horns just like his companion. They both looked behind them and saw the gargoyle statues that they replaced to observe and watch over Jalmas.
The short one spoke first turning his head towards his companion. “Arpaio. Again. Why do we keep getting this assignment?”
“Because we’re considered experts on this place and the so called people who occupy it.”, the masked companion retorted.
“I don’t feel comforted being known as experts in abuse, torture, and bureaucratic shadenfreude.”
“This thread might be better. We just got here ... after all.”, the masked one inquired of the smaller one.
“Well, so far, I’m not impressed.”, the shorter one said with a snort, “I think we need our money back. That fight down there was terrible!” as he turned his head towards the departing metal dragon in the sky and cupped his hands to project. “Boo! Boo! I want my money back! That was a terrible fight! KILL PEOPLE BETTER.”
“Quiet down, we don’t want to be discovered.”, the masked one warned, “And, we didn’t pay to be here!”
“We should still get something! Hazard pay? A trophy?”
“Well, I didn’t see much. I didn’t get in a good position before the day froze us.”
“Well, I think you got a perfect view. That was barely entertaining. Hygapst being noble and fierce warriors. More like oversized Castyians without the fur.”
“Your kidding. The fight in other threads…”
“...In other threads, that fight was so much better between the Rshast and those two. Lasted much longer. Remember that thread five threads ago when the entire building was destroyed as the blue and green on rampaged on the Rshast?”
“Oh man, that’s right, that was the best. I wanted popcorn. So, what do you think of the Rshast of this thread?”
“I’d rather not think about them at all! The Rshast are always terrible. I tell you, if they pinched these credits any tighter, those coins would sue for sexual harassment.”, as he gave a snort of disgust.
“How long are we going to have to stay here and pretend to be ornamentation?”, the masked one asked of the shorter one, his masked eyes starting to glow green as the effects of destoning wilted away.
“As long as she wants us to remain outposted. She will let us know when we have collected enough information on this thread.” The short one shook his head then continued. “We’re gonna have to talk to her about that whole petrification thing. I tried to persuade her that we didn’t need it encoded in our Weave -- but she said something about ensuring our cover.
“I don’t get it either, but this is her show.”
“As far as the Rshast, well, they’re always greedy selfish bastards!” The short one tapped a claw along his chin, “Although, there’s something to them this time. They seem to be a touch more gentle with people here than in most of the threads we’ve observed so far.”
“Like how? They’re just as awful and the paperwork is still tremendous.”
“But it’s not as long, and this time after the two were arrested, there wasn’t the egregious pat down that occured to the rest of the line.”
“I’m not convinced.”
He slumped and scratched an ear with a hindpaw, “Well, agreed, I’m gonna need to see more, but there are already some critical changes to this thread compared to the majority of others that we’ve seen. I sort of want to see how this one plays out. I hope that there’s better fights at least!”
“I have to admit it was impressive -- seeing a Ryze dragon operational and taking to the sky…”
“Yeah, apparently they’re a thing. I’ve heard about them from other threads but first one I’ve seen. And -- Xydrox and Gorsht in that alley. That meeting never happened in any other thread I remember, either. A dangerous combination.” The smaller one spread his wings out and gave a large yawn, “I think this is going to be a different show. I’ll appreciate it being different … or at least different enough to keep things interesting.”
The masked one peeked over the edge and peered at the people below, “They’re still lined up below there. That line has barely moved.”
“What do you expect, the Rshast are next to kin to cattle.”
“Mooooooo! Mooooooooooooo!”, the masked one shouted out, emulating the native creatures of food of the world.
“Cattle jokes? Jur-ely you must be joking.”
“Say that again? I’m hard of herding.”, the smaller one smirked as he peered over a bit more, “Don’t worry, they’ll probably start ear tagging and putting a bell around their necks soon.”
“But Rshast don’t have ears.”, the masked one tipped his head in slight confusion.
“There’s always superglue and a fee for that.”
A loud snicker came from around the corner where the Ghargols were watching. They slowly moved towards the building’s edge. Pushed against the side of the building and fearing what was below was a blue with green spots Rshast, wearing a uniform with a shoulder patch of “E-Z Sanitation” was looking straight forward and working his way away from an open window.
“Don’t come any closer, whoever you are. I’m going to do it. I’m going to jump!”
The masked one shouted out to the fearful Rshast, “Do a somersault!”
The shorter one elbowed his friend then addressed the Rshast, “Why are you doing this? Who are you?”
“I can’t do it. I can’t take the demotion. My life is over. Don’t try to talk me out of it!”
“Talk you out of it? If you do a triple somersault before hitting the ground, it’ll be legendary. Jump! Jump!”
Another elbow to his friend, the short one wormed his way closer to the Rshast. “Knock it off, Kland.” Then he stared at the Rshast, “What the hell has you up here ready to take your life? I mean, you might as well tell someone otherwise … well, we’ll never know. And these sorts of things need to be known.”
“I doubt you care.”
“Try me.”
The Rshast gripped the side of the building a bit tighter without outstretched arms grabbing onto the window fixtures next to him and pushing his back harder against the wall. “It wasn’t my fault, but I’m being punished for it. They decided to demote me and make me the primary bureaucrat for … for this other company. I know nothing about this stuff. I used to be the primary bureaucrat and a rank 19 of one of the top companies, you know, Lyndax … “
“The big financial brokerage?”, the short one said, slowly inching out towards the ledge.
The Rshast kept looking forward, “Yeah, that’s the one. But they pulled some bullshit, set my rank to 29, and told me that I’d be working with the city trash company. I’ve been … humiliated, demolished, so I might as well drop.”
The small Ghargol started to move forward and the motion caught the attention of the Rshast, his eyes turning towards them. He exclaimed, staring right into the Ghargol’s eyes, and stared. “What… what ARE you? What kind of alien are you?”
“Just be calm, pal. It’s not the end of the world.”
“Yes it is. I can’t afford my apartment on a 29’s salary! I cannot afford my vehicles! I cannot even afford a simple bribery permit on a 29 salary!”
“Sounds like you need to change pal.”
“Sounds like that I just need to die.” as the Rshast started to lose his grip on the building and lurching forward.
The Ghargol lurched forward and gripped the legs of the falling Rshast, who started to kick and resist against the save.
“Let me go!”, cried the Rshast, “Let me just plummet down there. I can’t do this.”
The masked Ghargol looked at his partner, “What are you doing? You’re interfering. She’s going to hate this, you know.”
The smaller Gharghol narrowed his eyes at his partner, not letting go of the Rshast as the black material that the Ghargol was made of started to liquify and ooze down the legs of the dangling Rshast. “I don’t care. And I think I’m ready to interfere more.” as his eyes glinted with the hint of an idea. His leg extended to get a better grip on the building to accommodate for greater balance on the building.
The black ooze encompassed the foot and started to move up the leg as the Rshast looked back up at the Ghargol. “The hell is happening to my leg? What are you doing to my leg! Just let me drop!”
“No way, pal. You’re my ticket to figuring this place out for once and for all. Why is your planet so important? Even as a 29, you can make changes within the company you work for, including personnel files.”
The Rshast dangled, befuddled, and said in sync with the shorter Ghargol’s patner. “What?”
The short one closed his eyes as he felt the goo cover over the Rshast, “You’re becoming one of us pal. And then you’re gonna hire us. We’re gonna work for you in the night and … your company has access to the Bureaucratic Buildings to clean them.” His eyes opened with a blue glow and a wide grin came across the Ghargol’s face.
“So?”, the masked one tipped his head in confusion.
“So, what it gives us is access to their trash, to their entire building, to their files. We can get closer to their computers than we ever have been before without setting off alarms. We can see what they want to throw out or what we’ll be tasked to shred. I bet we can learn a lot more than we can from the top of the building. And most Rshast don’t do business work, at least in the Bureaucracy, during the depths of the long night here. That’s when we work. That’s when we WILL work.”
“Sheen is going to hate this.”, as the masked one watched the black ooze coat over the Rshast who started to scream as he felt the takeover of his body happen, “And you can’t walk like the Rshast. You can’t work like them.”
“That’s why I’m gonna borrow some of this guy’s body… I still got a slot free for some Rshast coding.” The Rshast felt his face get coated over with the black shiny material as his head was quickly overtaken, quickly squelching any screaming.
The masked Ghargol warned, “Won’t he become stone in the daytime too?”
The shorter one shook his head, “Not the way I’m doing it. He’s going to be a free agent for us.”
“And you’re taking on some of HIS … some Rshast physical attributes?”
“I don’t want to squat walk forever, besides, it’s part of the deal in finding out more about this place.” The Ghargol looked down at the dangling Rshast, “Are you quite done trying to die?”
“I … obey.”, said a meek voice.
“Help me bring him up, Kland.”, and with a hand, the masked Ghargol assisted his partner to bring the black shiny coated Rshast to the ledge and then to the other side of the building where the ledge was much wider.
“What are you going to do, Grond. You’re not going to get away with this.”
“Are you going to stop me?”
“No.”, admitted Kland, lowering his head, his eyes going green.
“Don’t worry about it. Let’s find out a bit more about our friend here.” Even as he sat, small changes started to occur within Kland, the legs starting to develop a bit more and more towards the bipedal shape of the Rshast. “I need to sit anyway for a bit as I digest this shape. I hope to do a reasonable fusion between this one and a Rshast. It’s gonna take some work and I gotta focus.”
“I … obey.” said the Rshast, mumbling as he submitted further into the black goo.
“Right pal. Why don’t you obey, and tell us your name. When I’m done with this, you’re gonna go down and create personnel entries for my friend and I … and then hire us into your new company. We’ll help you set up your new life -- which you are going to be very happy with -- and we’re going to do some kickass work. After all, doesn’t this new body feel good?” Grond took a finger and rubbed it along the shiny Rshast’s nose. The Rshast closed his eyes and moaned.
Another smile went across Grond’s face as a few lumps and features started to form along his body. “Good boy. Obey. If you play ball with us, we can make sure your life … and what you feel here … is all kickass and great.”
“Won’t they question his new skin and appearance?”, Kland tips his head in inquiry.
“There’s a form for that. Worst case scenario, we have him delete his own entry and add a new one with his new attributes. Or, we can roll back his new special skin, at least his visible areas, for the daytime if we really want to. There’s a number of options and I need to consider what’s best. But we got plenty of time. And they’re playing a movie on the top of the building over there… let’s just sit and watch it for tonight. Maybe we can find out if our new friend can make jokes and heckle as well as we can. And maybe we can give him a nice thick nose rings.”
“You think everyone looks better with a thick nose ring. Even that red lizard that you tricked at the fair we emerged from...”
“And your point is…?”
Crimson Dervish Genesis: Chapter 3
The Ryze dragon disappeared into the depths of the Capital City of Jalmas and became a speck within the crimson sunset. Long shadows began to be cast throughout the city. Perched on top of a building across the street from the Office of Entitlements and Payments was keen eyes of stone gazing downwards. Both bodies posed dynamically, wings spread, looking like they were caught as if they were just about to catch air before cast in stone.
As the shadows grew and the lights below started to turn on to illuminate the streets and the crowd still waiting in line to get into the Office, the white marble stone of the two on the roof gave way to a black reflective skin. Like a thick fluid, it quickly spread over the figures and they began to move.
Stretching was so important after a long day.
One was squat and short, long wings but short quadruped stance with a sharp beak and a thick nose ring, each end of it entering into the nostrils. The other wore a fairly industrial mask, more bipedal but with horns just like his companion. They both looked behind them and saw the gargoyle statues that they replaced to observe and watch over Jalmas.
The short one spoke first turning his head towards his companion. “Arpaio. Again. Why do we keep getting this assignment?”
“Because we’re considered experts on this place and the so called people who occupy it.”, the masked companion retorted.
“I don’t feel comforted being known as experts in abuse, torture, and bureaucratic shadenfreude.”
“This thread might be better. We just got here ... after all.”, the masked one inquired of the smaller one.
“Well, so far, I’m not impressed.”, the shorter one said with a snort, “I think we need our money back. That fight down there was terrible!” as he turned his head towards the departing metal dragon in the sky and cupped his hands to project. “Boo! Boo! I want my money back! That was a terrible fight! KILL PEOPLE BETTER.”
“Quiet down, we don’t want to be discovered.”, the masked one warned, “And, we didn’t pay to be here!”
“We should still get something! Hazard pay? A trophy?”
“Well, I didn’t see much. I didn’t get in a good position before the day froze us.”
“Well, I think you got a perfect view. That was barely entertaining. Hygapst being noble and fierce warriors. More like oversized Castyians without the fur.”
“Your kidding. The fight in other threads…”
“...In other threads, that fight was so much better between the Rshast and those two. Lasted much longer. Remember that thread five threads ago when the entire building was destroyed as the blue and green on rampaged on the Rshast?”
“Oh man, that’s right, that was the best. I wanted popcorn. So, what do you think of the Rshast of this thread?”
“I’d rather not think about them at all! The Rshast are always terrible. I tell you, if they pinched these credits any tighter, those coins would sue for sexual harassment.”, as he gave a snort of disgust.
“How long are we going to have to stay here and pretend to be ornamentation?”, the masked one asked of the shorter one, his masked eyes starting to glow green as the effects of destoning wilted away.
“As long as she wants us to remain outposted. She will let us know when we have collected enough information on this thread.” The short one shook his head then continued. “We’re gonna have to talk to her about that whole petrification thing. I tried to persuade her that we didn’t need it encoded in our Weave -- but she said something about ensuring our cover.
“I don’t get it either, but this is her show.”
“As far as the Rshast, well, they’re always greedy selfish bastards!” The short one tapped a claw along his chin, “Although, there’s something to them this time. They seem to be a touch more gentle with people here than in most of the threads we’ve observed so far.”
“Like how? They’re just as awful and the paperwork is still tremendous.”
“But it’s not as long, and this time after the two were arrested, there wasn’t the egregious pat down that occured to the rest of the line.”
“I’m not convinced.”
He slumped and scratched an ear with a hindpaw, “Well, agreed, I’m gonna need to see more, but there are already some critical changes to this thread compared to the majority of others that we’ve seen. I sort of want to see how this one plays out. I hope that there’s better fights at least!”
“I have to admit it was impressive -- seeing a Ryze dragon operational and taking to the sky…”
“Yeah, apparently they’re a thing. I’ve heard about them from other threads but first one I’ve seen. And -- Xydrox and Gorsht in that alley. That meeting never happened in any other thread I remember, either. A dangerous combination.” The smaller one spread his wings out and gave a large yawn, “I think this is going to be a different show. I’ll appreciate it being different … or at least different enough to keep things interesting.”
The masked one peeked over the edge and peered at the people below, “They’re still lined up below there. That line has barely moved.”
“What do you expect, the Rshast are next to kin to cattle.”
“Mooooooo! Mooooooooooooo!”, the masked one shouted out, emulating the native creatures of food of the world.
“Cattle jokes? Jur-ely you must be joking.”
“Say that again? I’m hard of herding.”, the smaller one smirked as he peered over a bit more, “Don’t worry, they’ll probably start ear tagging and putting a bell around their necks soon.”
“But Rshast don’t have ears.”, the masked one tipped his head in slight confusion.
“There’s always superglue and a fee for that.”
A loud snicker came from around the corner where the Ghargols were watching. They slowly moved towards the building’s edge. Pushed against the side of the building and fearing what was below was a blue with green spots Rshast, wearing a uniform with a shoulder patch of “E-Z Sanitation” was looking straight forward and working his way away from an open window.
“Don’t come any closer, whoever you are. I’m going to do it. I’m going to jump!”
The masked one shouted out to the fearful Rshast, “Do a somersault!”
The shorter one elbowed his friend then addressed the Rshast, “Why are you doing this? Who are you?”
“I can’t do it. I can’t take the demotion. My life is over. Don’t try to talk me out of it!”
“Talk you out of it? If you do a triple somersault before hitting the ground, it’ll be legendary. Jump! Jump!”
Another elbow to his friend, the short one wormed his way closer to the Rshast. “Knock it off, Kland.” Then he stared at the Rshast, “What the hell has you up here ready to take your life? I mean, you might as well tell someone otherwise … well, we’ll never know. And these sorts of things need to be known.”
“I doubt you care.”
“Try me.”
The Rshast gripped the side of the building a bit tighter without outstretched arms grabbing onto the window fixtures next to him and pushing his back harder against the wall. “It wasn’t my fault, but I’m being punished for it. They decided to demote me and make me the primary bureaucrat for … for this other company. I know nothing about this stuff. I used to be the primary bureaucrat and a rank 19 of one of the top companies, you know, Lyndax … “
“The big financial brokerage?”, the short one said, slowly inching out towards the ledge.
The Rshast kept looking forward, “Yeah, that’s the one. But they pulled some bullshit, set my rank to 29, and told me that I’d be working with the city trash company. I’ve been … humiliated, demolished, so I might as well drop.”
The small Ghargol started to move forward and the motion caught the attention of the Rshast, his eyes turning towards them. He exclaimed, staring right into the Ghargol’s eyes, and stared. “What… what ARE you? What kind of alien are you?”
“Just be calm, pal. It’s not the end of the world.”
“Yes it is. I can’t afford my apartment on a 29’s salary! I cannot afford my vehicles! I cannot even afford a simple bribery permit on a 29 salary!”
“Sounds like you need to change pal.”
“Sounds like that I just need to die.” as the Rshast started to lose his grip on the building and lurching forward.
The Ghargol lurched forward and gripped the legs of the falling Rshast, who started to kick and resist against the save.
“Let me go!”, cried the Rshast, “Let me just plummet down there. I can’t do this.”
The masked Ghargol looked at his partner, “What are you doing? You’re interfering. She’s going to hate this, you know.”
The smaller Gharghol narrowed his eyes at his partner, not letting go of the Rshast as the black material that the Ghargol was made of started to liquify and ooze down the legs of the dangling Rshast. “I don’t care. And I think I’m ready to interfere more.” as his eyes glinted with the hint of an idea. His leg extended to get a better grip on the building to accommodate for greater balance on the building.
The black ooze encompassed the foot and started to move up the leg as the Rshast looked back up at the Ghargol. “The hell is happening to my leg? What are you doing to my leg! Just let me drop!”
“No way, pal. You’re my ticket to figuring this place out for once and for all. Why is your planet so important? Even as a 29, you can make changes within the company you work for, including personnel files.”
The Rshast dangled, befuddled, and said in sync with the shorter Ghargol’s patner. “What?”
The short one closed his eyes as he felt the goo cover over the Rshast, “You’re becoming one of us pal. And then you’re gonna hire us. We’re gonna work for you in the night and … your company has access to the Bureaucratic Buildings to clean them.” His eyes opened with a blue glow and a wide grin came across the Ghargol’s face.
“So?”, the masked one tipped his head in confusion.
“So, what it gives us is access to their trash, to their entire building, to their files. We can get closer to their computers than we ever have been before without setting off alarms. We can see what they want to throw out or what we’ll be tasked to shred. I bet we can learn a lot more than we can from the top of the building. And most Rshast don’t do business work, at least in the Bureaucracy, during the depths of the long night here. That’s when we work. That’s when we WILL work.”
“Sheen is going to hate this.”, as the masked one watched the black ooze coat over the Rshast who started to scream as he felt the takeover of his body happen, “And you can’t walk like the Rshast. You can’t work like them.”
“That’s why I’m gonna borrow some of this guy’s body… I still got a slot free for some Rshast coding.” The Rshast felt his face get coated over with the black shiny material as his head was quickly overtaken, quickly squelching any screaming.
The masked Ghargol warned, “Won’t he become stone in the daytime too?”
The shorter one shook his head, “Not the way I’m doing it. He’s going to be a free agent for us.”
“And you’re taking on some of HIS … some Rshast physical attributes?”
“I don’t want to squat walk forever, besides, it’s part of the deal in finding out more about this place.” The Ghargol looked down at the dangling Rshast, “Are you quite done trying to die?”
“I … obey.”, said a meek voice.
“Help me bring him up, Kland.”, and with a hand, the masked Ghargol assisted his partner to bring the black shiny coated Rshast to the ledge and then to the other side of the building where the ledge was much wider.
“What are you going to do, Grond. You’re not going to get away with this.”
“Are you going to stop me?”
“No.”, admitted Kland, lowering his head, his eyes going green.
“Don’t worry about it. Let’s find out a bit more about our friend here.” Even as he sat, small changes started to occur within Kland, the legs starting to develop a bit more and more towards the bipedal shape of the Rshast. “I need to sit anyway for a bit as I digest this shape. I hope to do a reasonable fusion between this one and a Rshast. It’s gonna take some work and I gotta focus.”
“I … obey.” said the Rshast, mumbling as he submitted further into the black goo.
“Right pal. Why don’t you obey, and tell us your name. When I’m done with this, you’re gonna go down and create personnel entries for my friend and I … and then hire us into your new company. We’ll help you set up your new life -- which you are going to be very happy with -- and we’re going to do some kickass work. After all, doesn’t this new body feel good?” Grond took a finger and rubbed it along the shiny Rshast’s nose. The Rshast closed his eyes and moaned.
Another smile went across Grond’s face as a few lumps and features started to form along his body. “Good boy. Obey. If you play ball with us, we can make sure your life … and what you feel here … is all kickass and great.”
“Won’t they question his new skin and appearance?”, Kland tips his head in inquiry.
“There’s a form for that. Worst case scenario, we have him delete his own entry and add a new one with his new attributes. Or, we can roll back his new special skin, at least his visible areas, for the daytime if we really want to. There’s a number of options and I need to consider what’s best. But we got plenty of time. And they’re playing a movie on the top of the building over there… let’s just sit and watch it for tonight. Maybe we can find out if our new friend can make jokes and heckle as well as we can. And maybe we can give him a nice thick nose rings.”
“You think everyone looks better with a thick nose ring. Even that red lizard that you tricked at the fair we emerged from...”
“And your point is…?”
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