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It had been a while since she'd last talked to anyone from the cult.
Well, of course it wasn't a cult - it was the Renaissance Foundation! Advancing humanity! Ushering in better tomorrows! And all the other corporate bullshit they loved to feed the public whilst conveniently hiding whatever it was they were actually doing! But she'd been through the whole song and dance: Recruit college students via a seemingly unrelated spiritual org promising them all the good stuff - you know, community, acceptance, purpose, a break from the soulcrushing all-permeating burden of living in a turbulent dystopia? Then reel them in and put them to work running errands for the Harbinger division of RenF, mostly still left in the dark in terms of whatever the fuck any of it was for. Finally, once the hooks were in deep enough, reveal the true purpose of the Harbinger Project. At that point they'd either stick around to see things through or get immolated - such things just happen, you know? Just some random magical anomaly which RenF was working hard to keep the world safe from, but boy was it hard without more public funding!
Unlike most members, however, none of this was a surprise to her. She knew exactly what she was doing. You see, Sera was something of an intellectual. A real smart kid. Not great with all the awkward interpersonal stuff necessarily, but made up for it by reading ancient books and piecing together whatever she could about the poorly documented parts of history. Was she a fucking nerd? Absolutely. Was she popular in just about any collective? Haha yeah right. But she couldn't help her fascination with what she was uncovering, and she knew she couldn't have been the first one. There had to be others. But of course pursuing politically inadvisable knowledge wasn't something anyone was going to brag about too loudly... Unless they got a little too drunk, anyway. Yes, that was how unimpressive the story of her learning about the Harbinger Project was.
Long story short, she jumped through all the hoops and eventually became one of the key personnel of HarP, owing to her impressive knowledge. Dangerously impressive, maybe? Could it be that having an insatiable appetite for finding the truth - regardless of whether it confirmed the beliefs of everyone in the vicinity - might be a problem in an organisation whose power structures relied on mass indoctrination? Oh well, only time would tell.
Surely enough it did.
Divinity? Pah, a romantic fable according to most. Life was so much easier if one took all the talk of dormant deities with oft problematic moral alignment for superstitious blabbering. RenF knew better than that - they were communicating with one of the elder beings, after all, even if it was only in a very limited capacity. Aaand it was bending their will in very much the same way they were bending the will of naive kids - oh the irony, right? If only anyone could see it...
Well, a certain someone did. She couldn't tell whether the higher-ups were working with a questionable translation or just interpreting things in the most liberal way anyone had ever attempted in the history of everything, and it didn't matter. This ancient god thing was definitely not going to Advance humanity! or Usher in better tomorrows!, unless one counted a violent extinction event as a better tomorrow. And yeah, okay, on some days she kinda did, but that was beside the point. Ending all of mankind in the name of some misguided attempts at making it better (and RenF did actually seem to believe that was what they were doing for the most part) still sounded way too dumb for Sera to just let happen.
But what could one little nerd really do against a massive corporation?
She could narrowly avoid immolation and run away. She could use her insider knowledge to spy on RenF and follow various leads on the many steps required to bring the elder being back to full strength. She could establish a network of contacts who weren't particular about sticking to any set of rules or morals and leverage it to get an edge. She could use her knowledge of tech-enabled magic to augment her abilities (which, let's face it, were nothing to write home about on their own). All in all she'd formulated a strategy that didn't seem predestined to fail every single time, and that was really the best she could hope for.
So yeah.
It had been a while since she'd last talked to anyone from the cult.
"Lil? Shit, it's been a while," a woman's voice answered from the receiver.
"Yeah..." She wasn't called Lilian anymore, but the less anyone from her past knew the better. This was already a massive risk, but she'd always liked this girl and maybe, just maybe held on to the hope she could make her see reason, leave the cult and join her as an ally and maybe they could even go back to... wait wait wait, where had that come from? Well, Sera was only human, leave it at that. "...so how you holding up?"
A short silence. "Lilian, you can't just pretend like nothing happened." Beth's voice was more cold and distant than Sera remembered it. Not a good start.
"I'm not. Just checking on you. I miss you."
"Miss me?!" A bit angry now, probably? "How long has it been? A year?"
"Just under 11 months. I couldn't talk, okay?"
"Too busy stabbing other people in the back?"
"Beth, I never -"
"Just leave me alone, Lil. Please don't call me again."
"I promise I won't, just hear me out: if they ask you to go grab something today, don't go there. Okay?"
Nothing but static by that point. Fuck.
She still had to do it, didn't she? If all went well she'd slip in and out unnoticed in no time. And she was confident the intel was fresh out of the oven so there was hope RenF didn't even know about this particular artifact yet. Sure, the difference between 'hope' and 'wishful thinking' could be awfully small, but who knew? Perhaps things would go smoothly this time!
Go time. Sera gathered everything she thought she might need for stealth and basic self-defence:
Upon arriving, Sera took a moment to scout the surroundings. Seemed like a quiet enough neighbourhood, only a couple people around and none of them seemed to give a shit really. Looked like things were going to go silky smooth for once in her life!
The chapel was in a sorry state, clearly a target for vandals and a hiding place for some of the less successful members of society. But she wasn't here to sightsee. Instead she took a deep breath and walked in... Taking that deep breath first turned out to be a brilliant idea actually - a group of teenagers were just smoking something putrid in there.
"Hello, kids. I'm going to need you to leave, yeah?" she requested casually.
An androgynous member of the group lazily turned their head to face Sera. "Or what? ...like, this is our spot."
"Sure, that's fine, I'm not gonna steal it or anything. Just need to have a look around."
"You a fuckin' narc or what mate? Need us to kick your arse?!"
Well this was going great. She really didn't have time for this. "Look, just go for a little walk, get some fresh air and you can have this shithole back. Is that too much to ask?"
"They's a fuckin' cop, I tell ya."
"Yeah! Get outta here, copper!"
What now? Fight them? Nah, she needed to save her energy for the actual mission. This was just the entrée. But the polite approach wasn't working either. She had to go for something inbetween, and threatening a bunch of bored good-for-nothing kids sounded like it might make her feel a little bit better about herself, actually. So Sera pulled out her catalyst and waved it around in what she thought was a threatening way. "You know what this is?"
The teenagers squinted at the messy bundle of mismatched parts. "Shit, I dunno... like, a small brushcutter engine?"
"Be a lot scarier if you had the blade part though."
She was going to have to fire it up, wasn't she? She held it out in front of her as some of the parts began to spin and pulse with light, which admittedly looked really dope with all the lingering smoke in the room. Just a little parlour trick ought to do, no reason to unleash its full potential or anything, right? "Yeah don't make me cut your brush, kid!" Shit, was that Sera's attempt at a witty badass one-liner? It was, wasn't it? Shameful.
"The fuck is that?" one of them asked. Their tone didn't really imply 'I'm scared' as much as it did 'I'm too high to tell what's going on', but it was a good sign either way.
"It's something that can fuck you up, but I'd still rather not have to demonstrate." She wasn't lying. The damn thing was starting to overheat from being in this mode for too long already. This had to work, otherwise there was no telling what might happen.
"Oh it's fuckin' me up alright," the sassy stoner mused, apparently hypnotised by the dancing lights. "You still need to get the fuck out though, a'ight?"
So. Fucking. Hot. It was probably crossing the power unit's safety threshold. She couldn't keep this up much longer, so there were only two options: Back out like a complete wimp and become even more of a laughing stock for these underage villains she already felt defeated by... or actually discharge the energy somehow. Two options are more than one though and she wasn't always great at making decisions under pressure. WHAT NOW?! She couldn't just kill them or anything, right? She wasn't evil, or at least she didn't think so? But backing down would get her no closer to her goal and she'd feel really stupid! JUST GOTTA PICK ONE! The damn thing in her hand threatened to explode any second now. MAKE UP YOUR FUCKING MIND, SERA!
Well, of course it wasn't a cult - it was the Renaissance Foundation! Advancing humanity! Ushering in better tomorrows! And all the other corporate bullshit they loved to feed the public whilst conveniently hiding whatever it was they were actually doing! But she'd been through the whole song and dance: Recruit college students via a seemingly unrelated spiritual org promising them all the good stuff - you know, community, acceptance, purpose, a break from the soulcrushing all-permeating burden of living in a turbulent dystopia? Then reel them in and put them to work running errands for the Harbinger division of RenF, mostly still left in the dark in terms of whatever the fuck any of it was for. Finally, once the hooks were in deep enough, reveal the true purpose of the Harbinger Project. At that point they'd either stick around to see things through or get immolated - such things just happen, you know? Just some random magical anomaly which RenF was working hard to keep the world safe from, but boy was it hard without more public funding!
Unlike most members, however, none of this was a surprise to her. She knew exactly what she was doing. You see, Sera was something of an intellectual. A real smart kid. Not great with all the awkward interpersonal stuff necessarily, but made up for it by reading ancient books and piecing together whatever she could about the poorly documented parts of history. Was she a fucking nerd? Absolutely. Was she popular in just about any collective? Haha yeah right. But she couldn't help her fascination with what she was uncovering, and she knew she couldn't have been the first one. There had to be others. But of course pursuing politically inadvisable knowledge wasn't something anyone was going to brag about too loudly... Unless they got a little too drunk, anyway. Yes, that was how unimpressive the story of her learning about the Harbinger Project was.
Long story short, she jumped through all the hoops and eventually became one of the key personnel of HarP, owing to her impressive knowledge. Dangerously impressive, maybe? Could it be that having an insatiable appetite for finding the truth - regardless of whether it confirmed the beliefs of everyone in the vicinity - might be a problem in an organisation whose power structures relied on mass indoctrination? Oh well, only time would tell.
Surely enough it did.
Divinity? Pah, a romantic fable according to most. Life was so much easier if one took all the talk of dormant deities with oft problematic moral alignment for superstitious blabbering. RenF knew better than that - they were communicating with one of the elder beings, after all, even if it was only in a very limited capacity. Aaand it was bending their will in very much the same way they were bending the will of naive kids - oh the irony, right? If only anyone could see it...
Well, a certain someone did. She couldn't tell whether the higher-ups were working with a questionable translation or just interpreting things in the most liberal way anyone had ever attempted in the history of everything, and it didn't matter. This ancient god thing was definitely not going to Advance humanity! or Usher in better tomorrows!, unless one counted a violent extinction event as a better tomorrow. And yeah, okay, on some days she kinda did, but that was beside the point. Ending all of mankind in the name of some misguided attempts at making it better (and RenF did actually seem to believe that was what they were doing for the most part) still sounded way too dumb for Sera to just let happen.
But what could one little nerd really do against a massive corporation?
She could narrowly avoid immolation and run away. She could use her insider knowledge to spy on RenF and follow various leads on the many steps required to bring the elder being back to full strength. She could establish a network of contacts who weren't particular about sticking to any set of rules or morals and leverage it to get an edge. She could use her knowledge of tech-enabled magic to augment her abilities (which, let's face it, were nothing to write home about on their own). All in all she'd formulated a strategy that didn't seem predestined to fail every single time, and that was really the best she could hope for.
So yeah.
It had been a while since she'd last talked to anyone from the cult.
"Lil? Shit, it's been a while," a woman's voice answered from the receiver.
"Yeah..." She wasn't called Lilian anymore, but the less anyone from her past knew the better. This was already a massive risk, but she'd always liked this girl and maybe, just maybe held on to the hope she could make her see reason, leave the cult and join her as an ally and maybe they could even go back to... wait wait wait, where had that come from? Well, Sera was only human, leave it at that. "...so how you holding up?"
A short silence. "Lilian, you can't just pretend like nothing happened." Beth's voice was more cold and distant than Sera remembered it. Not a good start.
"I'm not. Just checking on you. I miss you."
"Miss me?!" A bit angry now, probably? "How long has it been? A year?"
"Just under 11 months. I couldn't talk, okay?"
"Too busy stabbing other people in the back?"
"Beth, I never -"
"Just leave me alone, Lil. Please don't call me again."
"I promise I won't, just hear me out: if they ask you to go grab something today, don't go there. Okay?"
Nothing but static by that point. Fuck.
She still had to do it, didn't she? If all went well she'd slip in and out unnoticed in no time. And she was confident the intel was fresh out of the oven so there was hope RenF didn't even know about this particular artifact yet. Sure, the difference between 'hope' and 'wishful thinking' could be awfully small, but who knew? Perhaps things would go smoothly this time!
Go time. Sera gathered everything she thought she might need for stealth and basic self-defence:
- The personal invisibility device she'd built out of some black market parts. It was... far from perfect, granted, but as long as she stayed away from direct bright light and didn't move much the visual artifacts weren't very noticeable until it started running out of juice.
- A hooded cloak with magically conductive fibres woven in - smuggled that one out of the RenF compound on her way out and dyed it beyond recognition. The conductive mesh was attached to a rather old-fashioned looking control panel with several gems in it and a selector switch, allowing the user to imbue the fabric with resistance to extreme temperatures, a directional anti-gravity field that effectively dampened most physical attacks and a couple of other features she hadn't used nearly as much.
- A DIY catalyst. Sera was still working out all the quirks (building magic-augmenting technology almost from scratch in one's basement was quite the project) and it burned through energy cells like there was no tomorrow, but at least the side effects of using it were usually not too dangerous anymore.
- Spare energy cells for everything. She was going to need a few.
- An assortment of throwing knives and similar implements worthy of a circus performer.
- And of course, her combat knife. Not just any old blade either - this was originally a ritual dagger she'd found on one of her previous missions, and it turned out it had excellent affinity for short-term magical enhancements. Oh the joys of seeing someone laugh at your 'pathetic little paring knife' only to eat those words when it turns their skin into charcoal... But, being a ritual dagger, it had this one awkward massive downside to it - imbuing it with magic consumed her own energy. Emergency use only.
Upon arriving, Sera took a moment to scout the surroundings. Seemed like a quiet enough neighbourhood, only a couple people around and none of them seemed to give a shit really. Looked like things were going to go silky smooth for once in her life!
The chapel was in a sorry state, clearly a target for vandals and a hiding place for some of the less successful members of society. But she wasn't here to sightsee. Instead she took a deep breath and walked in... Taking that deep breath first turned out to be a brilliant idea actually - a group of teenagers were just smoking something putrid in there.
"Hello, kids. I'm going to need you to leave, yeah?" she requested casually.
An androgynous member of the group lazily turned their head to face Sera. "Or what? ...like, this is our spot."
"Sure, that's fine, I'm not gonna steal it or anything. Just need to have a look around."
"You a fuckin' narc or what mate? Need us to kick your arse?!"
Well this was going great. She really didn't have time for this. "Look, just go for a little walk, get some fresh air and you can have this shithole back. Is that too much to ask?"
"They's a fuckin' cop, I tell ya."
"Yeah! Get outta here, copper!"
What now? Fight them? Nah, she needed to save her energy for the actual mission. This was just the entrée. But the polite approach wasn't working either. She had to go for something inbetween, and threatening a bunch of bored good-for-nothing kids sounded like it might make her feel a little bit better about herself, actually. So Sera pulled out her catalyst and waved it around in what she thought was a threatening way. "You know what this is?"
The teenagers squinted at the messy bundle of mismatched parts. "Shit, I dunno... like, a small brushcutter engine?"
"Be a lot scarier if you had the blade part though."
She was going to have to fire it up, wasn't she? She held it out in front of her as some of the parts began to spin and pulse with light, which admittedly looked really dope with all the lingering smoke in the room. Just a little parlour trick ought to do, no reason to unleash its full potential or anything, right? "Yeah don't make me cut your brush, kid!" Shit, was that Sera's attempt at a witty badass one-liner? It was, wasn't it? Shameful.
"The fuck is that?" one of them asked. Their tone didn't really imply 'I'm scared' as much as it did 'I'm too high to tell what's going on', but it was a good sign either way.
"It's something that can fuck you up, but I'd still rather not have to demonstrate." She wasn't lying. The damn thing was starting to overheat from being in this mode for too long already. This had to work, otherwise there was no telling what might happen.
"Oh it's fuckin' me up alright," the sassy stoner mused, apparently hypnotised by the dancing lights. "You still need to get the fuck out though, a'ight?"
So. Fucking. Hot. It was probably crossing the power unit's safety threshold. She couldn't keep this up much longer, so there were only two options: Back out like a complete wimp and become even more of a laughing stock for these underage villains she already felt defeated by... or actually discharge the energy somehow. Two options are more than one though and she wasn't always great at making decisions under pressure. WHAT NOW?! She couldn't just kill them or anything, right? She wasn't evil, or at least she didn't think so? But backing down would get her no closer to her goal and she'd feel really stupid! JUST GOTTA PICK ONE! The damn thing in her hand threatened to explode any second now. MAKE UP YOUR FUCKING MIND, SERA!
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