Katalepsis III: "Conditions of Absolute Reality" (part three)
Heather tries to bait the skinheaded sniper lady out again for Twil to jump on. And it works, at first! But then they stupidly chase her into an alley that turns out to be near one of the cult's dimensional ratholes, where they get separated and Heather gets nabbed. Granted, even after sending Twil off in the wrong direction via whatever space-warping fuckery they use, bringing Heather in is a hell of a lot harder than it would have been a month ago.
The first cultist who corners Heather is a nervous boy, her own age or even younger, who doesn't seem to have ever done violent operations before and tries his hardest to convince her to come peacefully before nervously going for the grab. Seemingly having moral reservations as well as lack of confidence in his physical ability. Heather's small enough that he can outfight her, especially after she kicks him in the crotch just hard enough to remove his moral reservations without quite disabling him, and it seems like he's got her. But then Tenny does some kind of barely-tactile distraction thing, and...this happens:
Well. +10 style points for doing the face grab before casting it. Maybe we're moving away from lesbian Edward Elric and toward lesbian Scar just a tad.
Anyway, that boy seemed like he might be redeemable with an early enough intervention, and hopefully he'll receive that in the Fleaman Republic. He just needs to have better manners than Evelyn did, and they'll set him up with a quality de-programming counsellor as soon as he's a naturalized citizen.
Also, Tenny can distract meatspace people by waving enough appendages through their brains. I wonder if that's just her, or if all pneuma-somatic organisms can do that? Maybe that's supposed to be the explanation for the random chills and little spasms people sometimes get; a big creature just happened to intersect with their central nervous system at that moment.
Now, when Heather recovers, I expect to see some interesting moral thoughts about what she did here. See how much Raine really has rubbed off on her.
Unfortunately, Heather is left all seizure'd out by that volunteer work for the Fleaman Department of Immigration, and the much more experienced skinhead lady - named eventually as Amy Stack - finds her sprawled out over a pool of her own vomit, easily captured. Heather has to actually touch something to send it on an interdimensional adventure, and unlike the last poor schmuck Amy knows to keep her from doing that. Also, she has countermeasures for Tenny at the ready; as soon as she sees Heather staring at an ostensibly empty patch of alleyway, she pulls out a little metal runic thingy and releases a tougher version of those seaweed-drones from arc 1. Yeah, these are the guys who sent that spybot to follow Raine way back in 1.1, that's one mystery solved.
Tenny turns out to be capable of a bit more than mildly distracting opponents when they are on the pneuma-somatic plane with her, but unfortunately this combat specced seaweed-drone is put together much more sturdily than the spycam model, and its an even-ish match. Also, apart from being ethereal Tenny appears to be literally a shoggoth.
All the way down to the congeries of iridescent black spheres as a transitional form. If she were just material, it would be a 1:1.
Also, the specific combination of animal traits her battle form is described as having - goat, eagle, lion, and snake - make me think that this chimaera looks a lot like THE chimaera, from Greek mythology. Or, at a few more steps of removal, a Cherub from Biblical angelology. Cherubs are supposed to be the guardian-type angels, so that would make sense given Tenny's role. Though that would imply Lozzie is God, which...eh, you know what? Legit. I can see it.
Also also, despite her description being clear in the text, I can no now longer help but picture Amy as the pokemon trainer guy from Mob Psycho 100. Whatever his name is, the guy who tries to stuff Dimple into his little metal jar. Yeah, that's what she looks like now.
Seaweed Monster MK2 and Tenny keep fighting on the ethereal plane offscreen as Amy marches the limping, still-nauseous Heather to meet the boss. Careful to keep herself out of Heather's arm's reach and her hand near her pocket. Heather is promised that this will be a friendly meeting (lmao if that was true they'd have just sent her a letter or gotten her phone number or something), and that it will occur in a public place. The "public place," by the way, turns out to be a closed cafe that the boss and a couple of his other minions have broken into for this purpose.
And, oh man, the boss, Lozzie's brother. The youngish librarian-looking guy from the nightgaunt chop-shop scene. Alexander Lilburne.
This guy.
This fucking guy.
I'm going to have to do this scene in my old commentary style, because there is no doing justice to it otherwise.
1. "My minions should know better than to do X."
2. "My minions do not know better than to do X."
3. *nervous stammering*
No. No, she does not know his name. Why would she know his name?
More importantly though: why is he proud of her not knowing his name?
Oh you have no idea how right Heather is yet, just keep going for a bit.
Heather is still a little brain-frazzled from operating the Dogworld Express a few minutes ago, so I don't hold this against her. If she wasn't slightly brain-frazzled, she'd realize that he's said absolutely nothing that you couldn't learn with a name, a photo, and thirty minutes in front of a search engine.
The Google algorithm isn't what it used to be, I know. :v
WHAT "HAND" HAVE YOU EVEN MISPLAYED?
It's soooo obvious that he imagined doing this in a private room at a fancy steakhouse where he could be holding a goblet of red wine and listening to classical music for Heather's arrival, spent a frantic hour calling every fancy steakhouse in town trying to get a reservation, suddenly got the call from Amy, panicked, and broke into a random coffee shop thirty seconds ahead of them.
Also, he apparently has a minor mind control ability, but it's not super reliable. Good to know.
"We believe that a liberated brain is like a stone within a mighty river. Worn completely smooth."
This man thinks himself a veteran of the world of secrets and hidden things. One who walks in the shadows in which people disappear, and other people exist who were never known in the first place. A liberated mind.
And...he can't believe that the girl who he KNOWS has reality-warping powers might have a secret sibling.
He's been waiting for someone to tell him to go to hell for months.
Tsk tsk, Heather. He didn't "dredge" that out of you. You did that on your own.
Fortunately, it didn't stick.
oh my god he actually has no fucking idea what he's doing at all does he
HAH.
Now, you'd expect him to see that she's just trying to throw him off here and drop the pretense of friendliness (not that there was ever much of a shot with that, since, you know, if he ACTUALLY wanted to deal with her fairly he'd have just approached her like a normal person). But no. No, he takes her at face value, and oh my god...
She did. And apparently it was a really good deal for you. If it's such a bargain, why aren't you taking it, Alex?
Tell her without telling her that you don't really have a million pounds lmao.
A pity Heather still can't remember the dreams all that well. Speaking of which, I wonder if the reason Alex looks strangely familiar to Heather is because of a family resemblance, or if there's some other connection.
Anyway, it's pretty clear if you read between his lines here that the breakthrough that upped the cult's threat level was on Lozzie's end, not Alex's.
Going out on a little bit more of a conjecture, I suspect that however he ended up getting control of her was completely by accident.
And now I'm just reading him in Donald Trump's voice.
"Lovely woman, very nice to me. The Sayes were the best family - one of the bests, I think mine is a little better - they were one of the best families, now they're the worst."
Says the guy breaking into closed coffee shops to hold court in and who has like five people working for him.
YOU CAN'T EVEN COUGH UP A MILLION POUNDS, DIPSHIT!
HEATHER: "Do you know how many hookers I could get with a million pounds?"
That said, the fact that he knows about her sexual deviancy does suggest that he might have supernatural information sources after all. I doubt that google turned up anything about Heather's desire to fuck architecture.
ALEX: "Name your price"
HEATHER: "A million pounds."
ALEX: "No, but really. Name your price."
HEATHER: "I want my sister back."
ALEX: "No, but really. Name your price."
LMAO
Please be civilized and just put a bullet through Heather’s head now, Alex. It's a kinder death than what the second-hand embarrassment must be doing.
"Amy, I will give you 500,000 of my million pounds if you kill your prick boss right now."
Ah. A real evil wizard's overambitious failnephew. That explains everything so, so perfectly.
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Remember what I said about Superbia Dragon, in my "A Little Vice Review?" Magnify all of that by at least 3 or 4, and you've got Alexander Lilburne. I love him. I would read entire books about him. A+. He's like a sitcom villain, only he's managed to stumble into juuuust enough real power that the characters are forced to take him seriously. Even though he will never, ever deserve it.
Alexander could have been a character in “The Big Lebowsky” without sticking out whatsoever.
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Fremdschamen aside, I like how we have some dark mirror (or at least, pathetic and annoying mirror) going on with this bunch and the protagonist team. Alexander idolizes his living wizard family member even as he chafes under his authority. He has a competent action-girl underling, but she can barely contain her contempt for him even during important diplomatic meetings. He has a reality-warping anomaly girl fuelling his new research, but rather than trying to rescue her sibling she is the sibling who needs to be rescued from him. And uh, I guess the big zombie lady who's been looming menacingly over his shoulder for this whole conversation is their Praem or something.
It's effective. I just hope that the gang gets a more intimidating dark mirror than the Brotherhood of the New Sun within a few arcs, because oh my god.
Anyway! Heather's remaining brain cells are spared a horrifying fate when a sudden rescue consisting of Twil, Tenny, and one of the Praem avatars breaks into the already-broken-into coffee shop. Don't think they arrived as a group; more likely they were all just trying to track down Heather independently after dealing with their respective obstacles and happened to reach her at the same time.
The rescue is as confused as you'd expect, given the lack of coordination between participants. Heather manages to get some good tactical moments herself, including a bit of feinting that I didn't think she had in her. The New Suns know she has a plane-shifting touch, but they don't know exactly how long she needs to wait to give her brain a rest after each use. She also knows that Alexander would rather take her alive if he can. Using this knowledge, she's able to do some nice crowd control and manoeuvre the enemies into the rescuers' line of fire just by moving herself around the room.
The best moment is on Praem, though. At least I hope it was Praem. We later learn that Evelyn can remotely perceive and command Praem's avatars and was doing so for some bits of this operation. But, when Alexander starts making a lot of noise trying to spur Zheng the Zombie into action and Amy tells him that he should probably try to avoid making so much noise when they're in a shopping mall during business hours, I like to think that it was Praem's own idea to pull the fire alarm.
The outcome, after all is said and done, is Alexander foiled but uninjured, Amy with a broken arm, Tenny all ripped up from fighting other pneuma-somatic constructs but still seemingly okay, and Twil bridal-carrying Heather to safety out of the stampeding crowd-filled mall. Not sure what happened to the Praem instance. Frankly, I'm not sure how she even got there without attracting attention in the first place, being blue and all. Maybe she can teleport or something.
Speaking of "teleport or something," Zheng the zombie is appearing and disappearing in various shady alleyways after them, trying to cut them off. Zheng is the one New Sun unit onsite that nobody was able to deal any visible damage to; at best, they just kept her distracted and confused while dealing with the others. So, she's still a problem.
...hmm. It was mentioned a few chapters ago that Gelus praeministra are most often given corpses to use as avatars. With Evelyn's mother having done exactly this on a regular basis. And it's now been implied (unless Alexander was just completely making that bit up) that the Lilburnes and Sayes have had some friendly interactions in the past. If Zheng has a weird transportation power, and Praem also has a weird transportation power, then yeah, overwhelmingly likely that Zheng is another G. praeministra.
...oh my god.
...
What if Praem's trolling runs deeper than anyone could have expected, and she and Zheng are actually *the same* G. praeministra? It's got its central brain floating around in the ethereal plane somewhere nearby and is making both groups feed it strawberries while its sock puppets "fight" each other?
I hope this is it. That would be perfect.
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Long story short, they manage to repel Zhang long enough to meet up with Raine (Heather got her phone turned on again) and then make their way to the relative safety of Evelyn's house. Twil is reluctant to enter. Evelyn is reluctant to let Twil enter. But, at this point, they've got too many friends in common and too many enemies in common to not bite the bullet. The bullet called friendship.
Well, more like "passive-aggressive tolerance" than "friendship." Twil does talk shit about the interior decorating, and Evelyn does threaten to sic the robospiders on her, but nothing comes of it at least yet.
Interesting detail is that when the robospiders are slow to follow Evelyn's commands, she has to raise her voice at them. And then, after that, they act sort of...timid? browbeaten? Anyway, they were described as "pneuma-somatic robots" earlier, but they seem to have a lot more awareness and feeling to them than mindless automatons. Wonder what all went into their creation? And...if they perhaps used to be something different? Unpleasant thought, given what we know about Saye's ancestors and the kind of shit they got up to.
This segment is bookended by another Lozzie dream. She apologizes to Heather for not finding a way to make her warnings stick in the waking world, and for not finding a way to stop her brother from being cringe at her. And then, with this imminent threat dealt with, we get our attentions called riiiiiight back to a previous one that the story'd been hinting at. Remember how I said that Heather's personality is going through some changes that don't feel quite natural given the circumstances? Wellllll...
So. For those of you not familiar, Carcosa - domain of the King in Yellow - is an invention of Robert Chambers that was co-opted by Lovecraft and then expanded on by the later Cthulhu Mythos contributors. An alien realm accessible by imagination and sensory stimuli, inhabited by contagious, reality-warping infomorphs. Pretty much a genre byword for "cognitohazard." If Lozzie has at least one foot in the door of Carcosa, and Heather is sharing dreamtime with Lozzie without a top-shelf antivirus, then yeah. There's malware getting through.
I guess that'll be the next problem that needs dealing with after Alex and before the Eye.