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Meticulous Laughter
Inner Sanctum Nobility
Inner Sanctum Nobility
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"You're not going to like this at all. This is fair warning. Sure, you'll see a couple of butterflies along the way, and maybe even a tulip or a thousand, but no one says it's going to be sunshine all the time. Butterflies get their wings plucked. Bees are too hostile to pollinate those tulips, so kiss the petals while you can, kid. They ain't nothing but a step in the direction you need to go."
"You know that sense of right and wrong you thought you had growing up? Well, you can shove that sense in the gutter, because you're not focusing on the right one anymore. You need to focus on your sense of tactic and individuality, because if you don't Saint Jhin will get his way. Bet you're wondering who Saint Jhin is, aren't you? Come on, Kid. I thought you woulda caught on by now. You remember that big fat kid who blew up the elementary school, killing 6 teachers and 18 kids after giving them the option of giving all of their lunch to him to make him strong enough to beat Bully Ryan? They refused and then, to show them the error, that 8 year old fatty chunked a huge one out the school, let Ryan live, and Ryan Ulter turned out to be that serial killer in Minnesota?"
"That fat kid was Saint Jhin."
"That fat kid was also one of the detectives who found Ulter. He wanted to show Ulter that killing 4 people after watching an 8 year old kid kill 24 was silly. How can that be? Simple. Saint Jin is Traveler. Just like me. Just like you and those other kids."
"You think this is the only place bad things happen to? You're wrong. This is only Second Earth, the present. There's still First Earth, Third Earth, Yurok, Nielheight, all of those other places in Halla... Damn. Don't even know what Halla is, do you? That's the entire life and existence as we know it. Take this universe and add a crap load of more universes in it. Saint Jhin wants to corrupt Halla and make it his own... and you know how he's going to do it? He's Traveling to different Verses and finding their climax of right and wrong, and twisting the mind of the people to make the Verse fall."
"Take this, there's a Verse called Iloid. They thrive in mining diamonds, riches, gems, but all of the gems are going to merchandise like food and clothes. The miners think it needs to be this way to make Illoid strive. The lloid civilians, however, want more riches. They want the gems and riches of the mine for themselves, so they demand that half of the profit goes to the King so that the King can make more expensive things that people can buy. Let them live the "high life" instead of bugging it in the streets."
"Saint Jhin can change into any person and persuade the Iloid people of sending them into their own demise. No one knows who he is at the time. He could even be a close friend. All we know is that he can topple a Verse by not even touching it. That, in itself, is destroying Halla."
"Shit's a headache, I know. But, hey, there's a bright side. The Travelers are coming together to Travel to the other Verses and bring down Saint Jin wherever he is. You are the Traveler of this Verse. You need to take that ring on the ground and go to the door marked with a star that I showed you. Remember? From there, the ring will do the rest."
"And hey, Kid, promise me one thing. Don't think on your sense of right. Saint Jin is a complicated fellow, I know. But, sometimes, you have to make sure you're stopping his work, not the work of the people in the Verse. Because, if you do that, you'll be destroying Halla, and then you're no better than that bastard, are you."
"Good luck, kid. Halla needs you. All of you."
"Now go to the door. You'll know what to do. If you didn't, The Steel Curtain wouldn't have chosen you."
Marsha hung up the phone with an awkward close, looking over the blistering cold that was the Manhattan December night. The voice mail was the longest she had ever received, but it couldn't have felt any shorter in her entire life. She replayed it 6 times and still could not believe a word her Uncle Kurt told her, but there was something strange about his words. Strange about the story and the message...
... because if he were lying, then why was there a crude, encrypted star engraved above the broken down Manhattan subway with ring lying carelessly underneath?
"You know that sense of right and wrong you thought you had growing up? Well, you can shove that sense in the gutter, because you're not focusing on the right one anymore. You need to focus on your sense of tactic and individuality, because if you don't Saint Jhin will get his way. Bet you're wondering who Saint Jhin is, aren't you? Come on, Kid. I thought you woulda caught on by now. You remember that big fat kid who blew up the elementary school, killing 6 teachers and 18 kids after giving them the option of giving all of their lunch to him to make him strong enough to beat Bully Ryan? They refused and then, to show them the error, that 8 year old fatty chunked a huge one out the school, let Ryan live, and Ryan Ulter turned out to be that serial killer in Minnesota?"
"That fat kid was Saint Jhin."
"That fat kid was also one of the detectives who found Ulter. He wanted to show Ulter that killing 4 people after watching an 8 year old kid kill 24 was silly. How can that be? Simple. Saint Jin is Traveler. Just like me. Just like you and those other kids."
"You think this is the only place bad things happen to? You're wrong. This is only Second Earth, the present. There's still First Earth, Third Earth, Yurok, Nielheight, all of those other places in Halla... Damn. Don't even know what Halla is, do you? That's the entire life and existence as we know it. Take this universe and add a crap load of more universes in it. Saint Jhin wants to corrupt Halla and make it his own... and you know how he's going to do it? He's Traveling to different Verses and finding their climax of right and wrong, and twisting the mind of the people to make the Verse fall."
"Take this, there's a Verse called Iloid. They thrive in mining diamonds, riches, gems, but all of the gems are going to merchandise like food and clothes. The miners think it needs to be this way to make Illoid strive. The lloid civilians, however, want more riches. They want the gems and riches of the mine for themselves, so they demand that half of the profit goes to the King so that the King can make more expensive things that people can buy. Let them live the "high life" instead of bugging it in the streets."
"Saint Jhin can change into any person and persuade the Iloid people of sending them into their own demise. No one knows who he is at the time. He could even be a close friend. All we know is that he can topple a Verse by not even touching it. That, in itself, is destroying Halla."
"Shit's a headache, I know. But, hey, there's a bright side. The Travelers are coming together to Travel to the other Verses and bring down Saint Jin wherever he is. You are the Traveler of this Verse. You need to take that ring on the ground and go to the door marked with a star that I showed you. Remember? From there, the ring will do the rest."
"And hey, Kid, promise me one thing. Don't think on your sense of right. Saint Jin is a complicated fellow, I know. But, sometimes, you have to make sure you're stopping his work, not the work of the people in the Verse. Because, if you do that, you'll be destroying Halla, and then you're no better than that bastard, are you."
"Good luck, kid. Halla needs you. All of you."
"Now go to the door. You'll know what to do. If you didn't, The Steel Curtain wouldn't have chosen you."
Marsha hung up the phone with an awkward close, looking over the blistering cold that was the Manhattan December night. The voice mail was the longest she had ever received, but it couldn't have felt any shorter in her entire life. She replayed it 6 times and still could not believe a word her Uncle Kurt told her, but there was something strange about his words. Strange about the story and the message...
... because if he were lying, then why was there a crude, encrypted star engraved above the broken down Manhattan subway with ring lying carelessly underneath?
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