Chapter 17-19 Cling

Chapter 17-19 Cling

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17-19

Cling

Kare resurrected just in time to see a giant in radiant armor striking the glass that surrounded her. Blinking as her cog-feed loaded and her phantasmics came online, she realized she knew that armorknew the shimmering bronze plates and the person who wore it.

Shotin Kazahara. Her uncle. Not two meters away hovered her mentor, Paladin Maru Sandrupal, with a cluster of block-sized pylons sparking in the backdrop behind him.

How did they find her? Where was she? Her memories were coming back together, but the way her thoughts flowed was as if parted waves returning to a crashing union. There was a gulf inside her mind that was filling and clarity was slow to return, her focus broken by each ringing impact made by Shotins gauntlets striking her transparent prison.

The structure that held her possessed a strange luster to it, something between polished alloy and a sparkling mirror. Fragments of clotted crimson clattered against her combat skin, and she noticed the deformation of her cage taking on abnormal aspects. It dented under Shotins fists like metal while also fracturing like glass, breaking instead of tearing, but deforming before each crack. The presence of the clashing properties made her skull spin as she tried to clear her head.The original appearance of this chapter can be found at Ñøv€lß1n.

The lead-up to her death was a haze of conflict and chaos. She was swallowed by one of the enormous hydras and then found herself in a wind-wrought tunnel. Shadows swirled about her like they were currents to a tempest, the air whipping at her form like a hurricane. Then, she remembered the battle.

And her enemy.

Chambers. The Lushburner.

She was tearing him apart by the end of the fight. Shredding his Heaven away piece by piece.

But when she closed in to end things, the fire flowed, becoming a conflagration that boiled away her very thoughts.

A final memory lingered inside her mind. Vivid images of Chambers emerging from the ashes of his Heaven, sneering down at her as he resequenced his own Metamind. Ghosts folded and dove across both ends of his halo, rising and falling like cresting waves. Finally, she noticed a single trail of ghosts flowing back into the center of his mind as what appeared to be a spire rose from the phantasmal stratocumulus clouding the inner confines of his mind.

A Ghostjack? He had been holding it in reserve?

Oh, the DRongos are going to like these sequences, he said, snickering darkly to himself.

With each passing second, the fire ate away more of her perceptionmore of her consciousness. It wouldnt be long until there was nothing left her to burn. With a wave of his hand, Chambers called upon miracles of blood and shadow as he flicked her body aside, entombing her upon a structural support within Layer One.

Looking down at the throne she sat upon, she wondered what the man meant by this gesture. To kill someone yet leave their body perched on a throne seemed too polite to be an insult. Yet, during their encounter, he fought like a vile animal, deliberately trying to birth his homunculi all over her, tearing the stillborn infants from his body and detonating them like bombs when she wasand wasntin the vicinity.

Shaking the whiplash from her mind, she pushed herself up and activated her skins thrusters just as her uncle shattered the blood-made walls that sealed her. She tried to stand up, but he forced her back down on her seat as he planted a heavy hand on her left shoulder.

+Im fine,+ she said, trying to brush him off. She hoped her helmets phase shield obfuscated her face enough to hide her blush from Paladin Sandrupal. Nothing like family to embarrass you in front of a superior. +You dont need to+

He suddenly seized her by the other shoulder and shook her hard. +Why are you here+

She tried to push him off but found his Heaven an endless font of might and mass. Bouncing back and forth between his hands, Kare sighed and spat her lie, trying to save what face she could. +I wanted to see what Rash-detail is like.+



+Why? Why? Why?+ With each question, his armored skull was pressed against her. She pressed her lips together and just frowned, meeting his silver-bright eyes without difficulty. Uncle Sho always had these episodes when he was worried. +Listen, there are vicarities for these things. Hells, there are vicarities for childbirththose are hell too, you shouldnt try them. But the point stands, why?+

+You know why!+ she snapped. Lightning flowed through her as she drew upon her Heaven and leaped behind him through his very fingers. She ignored him calling her name as she floated over to face her mentor, trying not to wilt beneath his flat gaze.

+Funny who I ran into on the way down,+ Paladin Sandrupal said. +Funnier how I had to stop him from beating Kassamon to death when the idiot got in his way. You got a real caring uncle, kid.+

Kare didnt know what to say, so she stayed silent.

+So,+ Paladin Sandrupal continued, regarding her with a raised eyebrow, +howd you like Rash-detail.+



Kare shrugged. +I think Im more suited for desk work.+

Her mentor grunted a rumbling laugh. +Thats what we all say.+ He looked past her and regarded Shotin. +You know, I should start reading our op-briefs instead of letting you give me the condensed version. Seems like you neglected to mention a few things to me this time.+



She straightened her back and drew in a breath. +I have no defense for my perfidy and will submit to a formal inquiry if you deem it necessary.+



Paladin Sandrupal groaned. +Absolutely fucking not. Dont think you get to juke my ass and then punish me more with paperwork, rook. You know how much I hate filing forms and shit. You know Ill be making you write the report in the end anyway. No. Lets just call this an unhappy coincidence. Hows that sound, Seeker?+



+Accurate,+ Shotin responded with a smile in his voice. +I dont suppose I need to leave a statement?+



+I dont suppose youll come quietly if I try to bring you in?+



+Well, lets not be reckless with your life, Paladin. What would your wife think?+



+I dont have a wife.+



+What? Why?+



+Because Im not waiting for the DRongos to take another swing at you,+ he said. +I cant keep you safe if you keep bouncing around the city playing peacekeeper.+



Anger tightened in her gut but she kept it contained. He knew better than this. He was trying to rile her. Rattle her enough that she seemed unbalanced before her superior so he could press his will. He always did shit like that. +I dont need your protection, uncle. I can manage myself. And Im not playing at anything. I have a job. Im going to do it.+



Shotin cast a quick look at her former enclosure and scoffed. +Listen, Kare, you wanna be an adult? Ill treat you like an adult. You got hit by a Conflagration. Incubi mind-burner. Thats the type of stuff we use to salt the Nether and burn entire lobbies.+ She opened her mouth, shocked at how openly he was talking about Ori-Thaums forbidden devices before she noticed Sandrupals perception splashing off to stare at a nearby way, as if unaware of his surroundings. Realization dawned inside her a moment later. +When did you+



+Spoofed in deep twelve seconds after running into him,+ Shotin said. +Come on, turnip. Its me. And you tell him that he needs to stop using Sanctus wards. Theyre shit. And double to my point, if I alone can do this, whats going to happen to you if Clan DRongo decides to stop with the warning shots and just go for you? Youre not an Ori anymore. Not after you took those oaths. And the damnest thing is the Paladins cant do a single thing to keep you safe.+



+I dont want to be kept safe,+ Kare replied. +And get out of his mind. H-have you been inside his mind this entire time?+



+Well, yeah, I saved us another three pointless arguments, didnt it?+



+I cant fucking believe you You absolute piece of shit+



+And there you go sounding like her again.+ Shotin shook his head. +Look. Whatever is happening, its more than the Paladins can handle. Naeko took you all over the deep end as is. Detaining an Instrument of Highflame; arresting an Ori-Thaum Elder. You might just be an opportune victim. A target on the intersection to multiple parties they want to threaten.+



+Then let the threats come,+ Kare said. +Im not afraid.+



+Well, I am!+ Shotin snarled. +I am! I am! I just I just spent a day shitting dead babies out from my flesh, and I resurrect to find a literal flood of Paladins about to fuck everything up. I resurrect to find your name among the active personnel for Rash-detail. I resurrect trying not to throw up because I see you listed as missing in action.+



+And your response was to, what? Jack into the minds of my colleagues? Twist them to your own ends.+



+Ill do whatever it takes to keep my clan and Guild safe. To keep whats left of my family safe. You understand what that means.+



+I+



+It means that Ill be watching over you even if I have to frag every other Paladin there ever was. You understand? I failed once. It wont happen again.+



And there it was. The old wound that never healed in him. The shadow of her mothers death cast a pall over both of them. Kare folded her arms as her insides turned into a screaming cocktail of anguish, resentment, and concern. +We cant keep living this way. We cant keep living in the past. I know what I want. Youll do anything for me? I die to see this city made safer. So. Where do we go from here?+



A silence settled between them. Sandrupal, still befuddled by Shotin, cleared his throat and began to hum to himself.

+Sorry,+ Shotin said, turning away from her. +I just uh.+



Kare wanted to reach out. To comfort her uncle. But anger won over compassion, and she kept her arms folded instead. +Yeah. Youre always sorry in the end. We always end up doing this again.+

He let out a breath. +Ill be going back up the Tiers. Im not going to be telling the Council of Elders about this. Not until I can put whatever evidence I have before a Heaven of Truth. I suggest you do the same. For both our sakes. In the meantime, Im gonna give you an Agnos to contact. Get your Frame boosted. No arguments about this. If our family ends up at war, I want your Sphere high and Soul bright. Do this for me, right? Keep yourself safe for me.+



She didnt respond immediately, waiting till he began to move away. +Whos going to keep you safe?+



Shotin paused. He turned back to look at her. +What?+



+Do you think its easy for me, knowing you or dad can die at any time as well?+ she asked. He gave no answer. +Youre a piece of shit, Seeker Kazahara. Selfish. And selfless.+



+Yeah,+ he said, strength bleeding from his voice.

+Go, then. Ill see if I can find anything on our shared problem. And let my mentor go.+

That earned a chuckle from Shotin again as speed built around his body. +In a couple of seconds, turnip. Just suffer me for a few seconds more.+