Chapter Forty: Hangover

Chapter Forty: Hangover

Tom had no trouble finding Val again. Between using his new sense and following the direction provided by his bond with Sesame, he caught up to them quickly.

When he stumbled out of the trees in the early afternoon, Val quirked a quizzical eyebrow at him. Sesame gave a worried little roar, sending him rapid queries through the bond now that they were close enough. Apparently hed felt all sorts of vague, bizarre sensations through it all night.

Find anything nice, Tom? Val asked, raking a critical eye over his dishevelled appearance.

He produced the black, oily looking essence, and handed it to her. She looked it over for a moment, then back to his scarecrow visage, his red-rimmed eyes squinting against the mild afternoon light.

And she burst out laughing.

She laughed for hours. Every time she was about to trail off, she would look at Tom, and find his withering glare upon her, and it would set her off again. He was certainly in no fit state to interrupt. Eventually, she stopped, and only then when he thought she physically couldnt laugh any longer, even with her Idealist-enhanced endurance.

I bet you had a real fun night, she told him, still chuckling. Hows your head?

Its not too bad, he replied, I just didnt sleep. And I feel

Fragile? she answered for him.

Yeah, I guess, Tom acceded. How did you know? Have you touched one of those frogs before too?

That set Val laughing again. No, not me. Never seen one myself. But Ive heard a few stories. her face turned serious. Youre lucky you didnt die. Ive heard the journey it sends you on lasts half a day.Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only

Toms thoughts went back to the big, drugged up cat hed found next to him when hed woken. She had no idea just how lucky he had been, and he had no intention of telling her. If he was extremely lucky, hed come away with only a scolding for his negligence.

The trip the frog poison had sent him on had really highlighted for him the limitations of Sweet Suffering.

Everyone, regardless of whether or not they were an Idealist, lived in The World, and under The Worlds rules. It had been the subject of heated, passionate debate for as long as anyone could remember. Wisps were supposedly here to help those who had developed a sufficient understanding of The World to delve deeper into its meanings, and to simultaneously help The World understand us.

If that was true, then there was a lot lost in translation. What The World deemed to be a poison, or a debuff, for example, could be arbitrary in the extreme. The frog poison obviously didnt meet the threshold.

That could be because it didnt have any negative effects, or because it didnt meet some hidden threshold cached within the inner workings of his skill, or any number of reasons. Tom also recalled that one of Vals skills, Love You to Death, had its effect classed as a buff, even though it was purely negative.

He resolved to be more mindful of it in the future. He had been chugging the poisons Harvey had given him like water, while Val had been training him. Any one of them could have suddenly killed him.

Tom made a mental note to be more careful when testing them. If one of them actually poisoned him, then he could always recover using another potion he knew worked as intended with his skill. He would have to report all this to Harvey, next he saw him. He mentally set aside an entire one of the next seven days he would get to spend in the city to spend with the funny little man.

Eyes up, Tom. Just because youve got a hangover, doesnt mean you can slack off, Val admonished him.

He immediately returned to scanning the trees. To be fair to himself, he already had been with Hunter-Gatherer. He scolded himself for that too. It was too easy to fall into the habit of relying overly much on passive skills, and every one that he had still had limitations. He refused to let his discipline lapse overly much.

At least I got its essence stone, Tom said, after a few minutes of silence. Theyve got to be worth a bit, right? I cant imagine those frogs are very common.

Val snorted. If you found someone willing to buy it, maybe. If you did, though, you could buy a golden house. Theres a reason Thought-Painting Frogs are so rare. Forty years back, give or take, the gangs in Wayrest cottoned on to them. Every Reaping theyd head out and hunt them specifically. Paid huge bounties for their essences, so that villagers would risk their lives trying to get them too. Eventually, the Council banned them outright. Too many people getting killed. No use for it now, not unless you want another trip. She tossed the stone back to him, giving him a wry smile.

Tom had never done drugs before in his life. There were myriad ways to get high in Wayrest, but hed never had the time to indulge in such things. He wasnt necessarily opposed to them, not on principle. It was a shitty world they lived in, and he didnt begrude people their escapes. Having said that, even though the place hed gone to with the frog poison had been somewhat enlightening, even though it had unravelled some small knots in himself he didnt know existed, he didnt feel any need to do it again.

For starters, hed almost died for his lack of vigilance. And today, beyond being tired from not sleeping, he felt out of sorts. Like the poison had permanently altered his perception, twisting and poking little pieces of his consciousness until it was a slightly different shape, and now that it had been dropped back into his body, it felt like it didnt quite fit the same.

I didnt want to scare the villagers last time, is all. No help for it now, though, I guess, he explained, shrugging. Rosa didnt even seem to have heard him, she was that focused on her work.

Surely youve manifested a familiar too? he asked.

She slowly stopped scratching Sesa. A good thing, too. He looked like he was about to roll over for tummy rubs, heedless of the chaos it would cause with the loaded travois.

Yes, of course I have, she said, drawing herself up haughtily. I just havent met all the requirements yet. Mother wont buy me them, says it will teach me responsibility to get them myself.

Tom nodded his commiseration. They began to walk into the village centre. What Ideal is it under? What do you have left to fill?

Its from Smoke - my second skill. I already had the life essence, so that is done. And the fire was easy too. A small flicker of flame formed around her hand as she rolled it casually to one side.

Im working on the smoke essence; I need a fucking lot. Ill find enough on my own eventually, but its cheap enough to buy too. And then theres the water essence, I have that. And the air, also. The last one is speed essence. Fucking speed. Each one, they cost at least three months wages! And I need five! Its robbery!

Tom listened to her rant. It was nice to simply be around someone. For all he felt comfortable out in the Deep, he knew he could never be completely without companionship, without civilisation.

For all that the prestige of her House, for all her smoky beauty, and impeccable mind, Rosa was not judgemental. Not even in the slightest, and he appreciated her greatly for it. And for all her mercurial nature, and foul-mouth, and baffling changes of tack, she was a friend, too. He made a mental note to see if Val had any speed essence in her chest. It was the least he could do.

They arrived at the village meeting hall, and soon were set to unloading the precious drake bones and hide with the excited proprietor. The Corin who currently ran the village even stopped by, staying for a brief chat with them, before heading off in search of Officer Dale and Val.

Soon, they had it all squared away neatly for transport back to Wayrest. Sesame groaned in relief as they finally dismantled the travois. Tom requested some storage with freshness enchantments on them, and when they were supplied, he transferred over the delicate drake heart, eyes, and venom sacs. The proprietors eye bulged at the sight. Drakes were rare enough that this was perhaps the only parts of them he would ever see. They would bring in a significant amount of coin for the village, enough for them to make very substantial improvements.

He saw Rosa glaring at him, but she waited until they were outside, heading back towards the bakers where they had last grabbed lunch, before accosting him.

A fucking spatial storage skill?! Are you fucking kidding me?!

Tom shrugged helplessly. It just kind of happened. Its only part of a new sensory skill I got.

She stared at him flatly. Only a part of a skill. Just a little part, Im thinking.

She immediately launched into another tirade.

Fucking spatial storage! You deserve to be exiled again, you fucking fuck! That luck is criminal, she ranted, her hands flicking about angrily.

Next thing youll be telling me you killed the drake! And I bet youve manifested your pinnacle now, too! Let me guess- she paused theatrically, tapping a slender finger to her chin. -its a domain pinnacle! No! A portal! It must be!

Only an aura, actually, he confessed solemnly. But I did kill the drake.

Rosa stopped in the middle of the street, forcing him to stop as well. A couple of curious villagers paused to stare.

Tom-fucking-Cutter, if you are lying to me she said, a dangerous note in her low voice.

Not lying, just lucky, he said with a shit-eating grin.

After Rosa had chased him around the square, trying to slap the grin off his face, they grabbed lunch from the bakery, and sat in the green under the trees again. Theyd lost all their leaves now, and the grass had suffered under the rains, but it still made for a good enough spot for a break.

Rosa told him of life as Guard, of the skills she had manifested, and hoped to manifest. Tom told her of his pinnacle, and the drake. They both regaled each other with stories of minor fights against creatures of the Deep. Sesame lounged nearby, lapping at a little pot of honey from the baker, who had also been very taken with the big lovable lump.

If only he could package this day up, and bring it back to Val. This would surely qualify as nice.