Yes, albeit a small one that likes to hide under the bed
Tue Mar 12, 2013 19:19

Serenity confirmed that she had, indeed, come from another school, and he accepted this new knowledge, memorizing the name of the Australian school and filing it away under the section of his brain permanently devoted to solving The Mystery of The Enemy(s) for future reference. Reece often felt as though he was living in a mystery book himself. Not as the main character – the leads of mystery novels were always either incompetent or outright idiotic – and not as the detective, either – they were smarter, but overly so, often overlooking small details and ending up in a fight because of it, whereas Reece placed a rather high value on self-preservation and would never be so overconfident as to accidentally walk into a trap – and definitely not as the perpetrator of the crime – if that were the case, then the scenario would hardly be a mystery, duh!

No, Reece was participating as the reader, the observer, the one who gaped stupidly alongside the main character, mapped out new trails (and occasionally got in a few arguments) alongside the detective, and schemed alongside the bad guys. He was trying to prod the mystery into resolving at a pace more to his liking, but ultimately he was just following along as best as he could and taking note of the different pieces along the way. And it was plot twists like this that were so aggravatingly endearing to the whole thing. How could a reader have expected this? Not one Enemy, but two, probably even more than two, operating a system of indoctrination centers and kidnapping sprees. They were claiming a whole generation of children as their own and yet still they managed to escape the attention of both the general public and the legal authorities. This was big. This was more than big; this was huge! He’d had plans for his autobiography for ages, but this was easily doubling the size, maybe even tripling it. Once he managed to escape, he was definitely going to write it up and release it to the media. The only unfortunate part was that they’d probably classify it as Fiction. Who in their right mind would believe such a fantastical ploy?

He was so caught up in his thoughts that he almost missed the last half of what Serenity had said. But there it was, a quiet mutter that he just managed to catch. “It’s all just a bunch of rubbish.” And what, exactly, did she mean by that? Maybe the Unspecified Enemy who was in charge of their Australian branch was even nuttier than The Enemy was. Reece found that hard to believe, but scientifically speaking, anything was possible, so it was still a legitimate possibility. Having already gotten up from his desk, he was prevented from talking to her further about it immediately and decided to wait until after fetching their supplies.

However, he was still unable to find a suitable moment to bring it up, as Serenity proceeded to talk about EMP grenades more once he had returned. Tsk, such a girl. Because of how quiet she was, a part of him had hoped that she would be slightly less crazy than the females he had already encountered. But, no, apparently she was just as keen about chattering away like the rest of them, Reece thought dismissively. The vast majority of the girls at RMI either never stopped talking, like the mudlover who had incessantly pestered him and hindered his investigations, or had a surprising excess of energy that they released through jumping around and shrieking, like that insane firstie with the blond afro that he tried to sit far far away from in their classes. The remaining girls, an obvious minority, consisted of Charline and Warrior Addi, whose company he found not only tolerable but extremely desirable. Thinking of Charline, he glanced around the room to locate her. She didn’t look to be in a very good mood right now, and Reece made a mental note to go find her sometime after class to make sure that everything was okay. He took his job as her self-assigned guardian rather seriously.

“Useful in ‘places such as these’?” he quoted Serenity, wide grey eyes staring at her owlishly. “What purposes can you see for them? I hear you on the rubbish schools – I’m afraid it won’t be much better here,” he added in a conspiratorial whisper that sounded raspy and somewhat menacing through his gas mask, “rubbish doesn’t even begin to cover it; the profs are all right bangers – but I don’t reckon blasting them would help the situation much.” From under his mask, he smirked slightly, his mind gradually presenting him with the fond image of the cape-wearing lunatics lying twitching on the floor, the annoying two-dimensional figures on the video screens disabled, their dark empty screens fizzing with static, The Enemy trapped in his fancy office unable to make use of his various devices that replicated ‘magic’, and the kidnapped students finally free as the hallucinogens dispersed through the air to a more healthy ratio, releasing them from their delusions in order to pursue normal life once again. Hmm, maybe an EMP grenade would have more of an effect than he’d initially thought...

  • But, do you really have one?Serenity, Fri Mar 8 17:33
    “Oh, that’s too bad; I didn’t realize that people could just transfer here. Did you come from... another school?” Serenity didn’t see how that was too bad, unless of course there was something about... more
    • Yes, albeit a small one that likes to hide under the bed — Reece, Tue Mar 12 19:19
      • Then why should I have one?Serenity, Tue Mar 12 21:02
        Serenity snorted softly. Reece didn’t understand. But of course he wouldn’t. All the magic loving children around them were happily making magnets and casting Point Me spells. She turned to look him... more
        • ...Have you checked under your bed lately?Reece, Thu Mar 14 18:42
          Serenity’s answer was entirely unsatisfactory. Many things? “Well, fine then.” He gave her a look that was somewhere between amused and exasperated and returned to the supplies on his desk, picking... more
Click here to receive daily updates