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Day Forty-Two
Jul. 28th, 2017 11:32 pm“Here,” Queenie says, holding out a brown paper envelope over breakfast. “Your first skill card. Foreteller Gula’s cleared us to give you one for each mission you successfully complete. Apparently your poor showing in Wonderland counts.”
“Queeeenie,” Luso whines, as Eden takes the envelope. “It’s not our fault! Blame Mateus and his cronies!”
Izana reaches across Luso to grab a croissant, taking a bite out of it and chewing thoughtfully. Eventually: “If they were from Vulpes, Anguis, or Unicornis, I’m sure Mateus and the others would be punished for that. Ursus cares more about results than methods, though.”
“But isn’t it against the rules to turn someone into a Heartless? That’s literally the opposite of what we’re trying to do,” Luso asks.
“The Master of Master never forbade it. Maybe it just didn’t occur to him that anybody would try,” Queenie says. “I’d heard rumours that Ursus had done this before.”
As Luso keeps protesting, Eden rips open the envelope, tugging the card within out. The back is black, with the symbol of Daybreak Town on the back, while the front depictd (in shimmering, ornate art) something white, feathered, and beaked, wearing a blue hat, with the word ‘WISDOM’ emblazoned in gold beneath it.
“This is a cool horse,” Eden says.
“I think that’s actually a du -- …”
“The coolest horse.”
---
Chirithy can’t frown, but if he could, he’d be furrowing his brows as Foreteller Gula flicked through the pages of his Book of Prophecy.
“I just don’t see the problem,” Gula says. “You say these Darkballs weren’t native to Wonderland, but they’re not an uncommon variety of Heartless. You can find them scattered across a half dozen worlds, easily.”
“But they shouldn’t have been in Wonderland, Lord Gula,” Chirithy replies. “They’re not native to it. They aren’t even similar to the native species of Heartless. When you consider the Heartless that appeared in Daybreak Town forty-two days ago, it suggests that they might have an ally. Someone who can open Lanes Between, even to places that are protected against Heartless.”
“It’s an interesting theory,” Gula says. “But two incidents is hardly any reason to cause a panic. Stranger things have happened before and turned out to be nothing.”
With a flicker of smoke, Gula’s Chirithy appears on his shoulder, curling about his neck before settling like a grey, furry shawl around him.
“Still,” Gula’s Chirithy says, “I’m sure you’d agree, Lord Gula, that there’s little harm in having the keybearers look out for any unusual Heartless activity. We can say that it’s for record-keeping purposes.”
“I suppose,” Gula says, but Chirithy can tell he’s only half paying attention.
“Then I will see it done, Lord Gula,” Gula’s Chirithy says, and vanishes.
“I’ll return to my keybearer,” Chirithy says. “We should prepare for his next mission.”
“Mmhmm.”
Chirithy considers saying more, but Gula has made it more than clear that his attention’s elsewhere, so he inclines his head and vanishes.
“Queeeenie,” Luso whines, as Eden takes the envelope. “It’s not our fault! Blame Mateus and his cronies!”
Izana reaches across Luso to grab a croissant, taking a bite out of it and chewing thoughtfully. Eventually: “If they were from Vulpes, Anguis, or Unicornis, I’m sure Mateus and the others would be punished for that. Ursus cares more about results than methods, though.”
“But isn’t it against the rules to turn someone into a Heartless? That’s literally the opposite of what we’re trying to do,” Luso asks.
“The Master of Master never forbade it. Maybe it just didn’t occur to him that anybody would try,” Queenie says. “I’d heard rumours that Ursus had done this before.”
As Luso keeps protesting, Eden rips open the envelope, tugging the card within out. The back is black, with the symbol of Daybreak Town on the back, while the front depictd (in shimmering, ornate art) something white, feathered, and beaked, wearing a blue hat, with the word ‘WISDOM’ emblazoned in gold beneath it.
“This is a cool horse,” Eden says.
“I think that’s actually a du -- …”
“The coolest horse.”
---
Chirithy can’t frown, but if he could, he’d be furrowing his brows as Foreteller Gula flicked through the pages of his Book of Prophecy.
“I just don’t see the problem,” Gula says. “You say these Darkballs weren’t native to Wonderland, but they’re not an uncommon variety of Heartless. You can find them scattered across a half dozen worlds, easily.”
“But they shouldn’t have been in Wonderland, Lord Gula,” Chirithy replies. “They’re not native to it. They aren’t even similar to the native species of Heartless. When you consider the Heartless that appeared in Daybreak Town forty-two days ago, it suggests that they might have an ally. Someone who can open Lanes Between, even to places that are protected against Heartless.”
“It’s an interesting theory,” Gula says. “But two incidents is hardly any reason to cause a panic. Stranger things have happened before and turned out to be nothing.”
With a flicker of smoke, Gula’s Chirithy appears on his shoulder, curling about his neck before settling like a grey, furry shawl around him.
“Still,” Gula’s Chirithy says, “I’m sure you’d agree, Lord Gula, that there’s little harm in having the keybearers look out for any unusual Heartless activity. We can say that it’s for record-keeping purposes.”
“I suppose,” Gula says, but Chirithy can tell he’s only half paying attention.
“Then I will see it done, Lord Gula,” Gula’s Chirithy says, and vanishes.
“I’ll return to my keybearer,” Chirithy says. “We should prepare for his next mission.”
“Mmhmm.”
Chirithy considers saying more, but Gula has made it more than clear that his attention’s elsewhere, so he inclines his head and vanishes.
