Iced
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Well as normal as Unseelie ever look. I think.
I whiz around two beefy ones, studying their bumpy rhino faces, gashed mouths bared on tusks, analyzing that thought.
It occurs to me that maybe their expressions arent normal. Im basing my assumptions on what I know of humans, of how our faces react. Christian is proof that I cant do that. I cant even figure out when Christian is smiling.
Logic demands I eliminate my assumption that the Rhino-boys had no warning. Can a Rhino-boy look terrified? I dont know. Perhaps they show fear by something so small and weirdly Fae as a tiny rainbow-hued glint in their beady little eyes, and the white frost is concealing it. Ive never noticed what their faces look like when I kill them. Im usually too busy looking at the next one I plan to stab. Im suddenly looking forward to finding one tonight and performing a test. Any excuse to kill an Unseelie is an awesome one.
What would do something like this?
And why?
It has to be a Fae because I just cant see a human managing to build a freeze-ray gun that works on this scale only to go vigilante.
Then again. I cant eliminate that possibility either.
So far, both places Ive seen iced are exactly the kind of places I would ice myself. If I had such a wicked cool weapon.
Most folks wouldnt believe that someone who can move like me, fight and hear like me, could exist. Ergo, I cant rule out the possibility that someone else might be so smart they figured out how to build a massive freeze-ray gun thats capable of reducing the temperature of places to the frigidity of objects in space. Given enough time, I think Dancer could manage it. Hes that smart!
Bugger. I have facts and no connections. I can deduce nothing. Yet.
Suddenly I see past the frozen figures.
The warehouse is packed full of boxes, crates, and pallets, piled everywhere. Theres a pie of iced electronic stuff that looks like audio equipment of some kind. I guess maybe for the club. Crates are stacked to the ceiling, and more stuff was being brought in when whatever happened did.
I make one crystal clear deduction: Ryodans the dude emptying the stores! Preying on humans just like the Unseelie. Stealing our ability to survive so he can sell it back to us at whatever cost he decides to demand.
Its all iced. Every bit of it.
I wonder if any of the edible stuff can be thawed and saved. People are going to die because hes such a greedy pig.
Im so pissed that I smash open a crate as I go whizzing by. Oops, I say, all innocent and accident-like. Wood splinters, two-by-fours, go flying in all directions.
Automatic weapons explode from the wreckage and skid across the iced floor, where they smash into frozen Unseelie who shatter like little glass goblins.
Okay, so that crate had guns in it. It just means I kicked open the wrong crate. Im so sure hes theprick stockpiling the food that I kick another, not even pretending it was by accident this time. More guns.
I go on a smashing rampage. Each time I smash a box or crate open that holds ammo or guns, I get madder. Figures hed hide the food from me before he brought me here. Im about to kick open my fifth crate when Ryodan suddenly has me hanging in midair by the collar of my coat, manhandles me into potato-sack-girl over his shoulder again, superspeeds me out the door, slams me into a telephone pole and says, What the fuck is wrong with you? at the precise moment the whole building blows up.
Dude, are you arming these places to blow? I say on the way back to Chesters. Is this another of your stupid tests? I have to solve your little mystery in the whopping three seconds I get to study it before the scene gets blown to smithereens? The whole building had exploded outward, for a city block. Wed barely freeze-framed from the shrapnel zone in time.
I lost a great deal of personal property in both explosions. I sacrifice nothing that is mine from which I might profit.
Which translates into as long as Im useful, since you think Im yours, Im not going to get the I drag a finger across my neck.
Kid, you might just annoy me into killing you.
Right back at you, boss.
He smiles and I feel myself starting to smile back and it pisses me off so I look out the window and get real intent on what scenery I can make out in the pinkish moonlight, which isnt much because the Shades took everything worth looking at out here. Got three hidey-holes down this way and a big stash. Didnt know Ryodan was holing up here, too. Ill vacate this district as soon as I get time to relocate.
Observations, he says.
Four imperial Unseelie guards were the only commonality I was able to isolate endemic to both scenes. Theyd been standing, armed, at the dock doors, overseeing the delivery.
He gives me a sidewise look. Wow. That was, like, a whole sentence. With nouns and verbs and connective tissue. Endemic. Fancy word.
Sloppy, dude. Should have omitted the connective tissue part.
Nothing else.
I give him a look. I hate his statement-questions. Im not answering them anymore.
He laughs. Nothing else. His voice rises on else about one one-hundredth of a note higher than the word nothing, a concession only someone like me with superhearing would ever be able to pick up. Still, its a concession. From Ryodan. Rarer than water in the desert.
The ice was layered the same. Maybe hoar frost. Definitely hard rime. Clear ice on top of it all. The hard rimes weird. White ice comes from fog freezing. Whats fog doing inside both these buildings?
I whiz around two beefy ones, studying their bumpy rhino faces, gashed mouths bared on tusks, analyzing that thought.
It occurs to me that maybe their expressions arent normal. Im basing my assumptions on what I know of humans, of how our faces react. Christian is proof that I cant do that. I cant even figure out when Christian is smiling.
Logic demands I eliminate my assumption that the Rhino-boys had no warning. Can a Rhino-boy look terrified? I dont know. Perhaps they show fear by something so small and weirdly Fae as a tiny rainbow-hued glint in their beady little eyes, and the white frost is concealing it. Ive never noticed what their faces look like when I kill them. Im usually too busy looking at the next one I plan to stab. Im suddenly looking forward to finding one tonight and performing a test. Any excuse to kill an Unseelie is an awesome one.
What would do something like this?
And why?
It has to be a Fae because I just cant see a human managing to build a freeze-ray gun that works on this scale only to go vigilante.
Then again. I cant eliminate that possibility either.
So far, both places Ive seen iced are exactly the kind of places I would ice myself. If I had such a wicked cool weapon.
Most folks wouldnt believe that someone who can move like me, fight and hear like me, could exist. Ergo, I cant rule out the possibility that someone else might be so smart they figured out how to build a massive freeze-ray gun thats capable of reducing the temperature of places to the frigidity of objects in space. Given enough time, I think Dancer could manage it. Hes that smart!
Bugger. I have facts and no connections. I can deduce nothing. Yet.
Suddenly I see past the frozen figures.
The warehouse is packed full of boxes, crates, and pallets, piled everywhere. Theres a pie of iced electronic stuff that looks like audio equipment of some kind. I guess maybe for the club. Crates are stacked to the ceiling, and more stuff was being brought in when whatever happened did.
I make one crystal clear deduction: Ryodans the dude emptying the stores! Preying on humans just like the Unseelie. Stealing our ability to survive so he can sell it back to us at whatever cost he decides to demand.
Its all iced. Every bit of it.
I wonder if any of the edible stuff can be thawed and saved. People are going to die because hes such a greedy pig.
Im so pissed that I smash open a crate as I go whizzing by. Oops, I say, all innocent and accident-like. Wood splinters, two-by-fours, go flying in all directions.
Automatic weapons explode from the wreckage and skid across the iced floor, where they smash into frozen Unseelie who shatter like little glass goblins.
Okay, so that crate had guns in it. It just means I kicked open the wrong crate. Im so sure hes theprick stockpiling the food that I kick another, not even pretending it was by accident this time. More guns.
I go on a smashing rampage. Each time I smash a box or crate open that holds ammo or guns, I get madder. Figures hed hide the food from me before he brought me here. Im about to kick open my fifth crate when Ryodan suddenly has me hanging in midair by the collar of my coat, manhandles me into potato-sack-girl over his shoulder again, superspeeds me out the door, slams me into a telephone pole and says, What the fuck is wrong with you? at the precise moment the whole building blows up.
Dude, are you arming these places to blow? I say on the way back to Chesters. Is this another of your stupid tests? I have to solve your little mystery in the whopping three seconds I get to study it before the scene gets blown to smithereens? The whole building had exploded outward, for a city block. Wed barely freeze-framed from the shrapnel zone in time.
I lost a great deal of personal property in both explosions. I sacrifice nothing that is mine from which I might profit.
Which translates into as long as Im useful, since you think Im yours, Im not going to get the I drag a finger across my neck.
Kid, you might just annoy me into killing you.
Right back at you, boss.
He smiles and I feel myself starting to smile back and it pisses me off so I look out the window and get real intent on what scenery I can make out in the pinkish moonlight, which isnt much because the Shades took everything worth looking at out here. Got three hidey-holes down this way and a big stash. Didnt know Ryodan was holing up here, too. Ill vacate this district as soon as I get time to relocate.
Observations, he says.
Four imperial Unseelie guards were the only commonality I was able to isolate endemic to both scenes. Theyd been standing, armed, at the dock doors, overseeing the delivery.
He gives me a sidewise look. Wow. That was, like, a whole sentence. With nouns and verbs and connective tissue. Endemic. Fancy word.
Sloppy, dude. Should have omitted the connective tissue part.
Nothing else.
I give him a look. I hate his statement-questions. Im not answering them anymore.
He laughs. Nothing else. His voice rises on else about one one-hundredth of a note higher than the word nothing, a concession only someone like me with superhearing would ever be able to pick up. Still, its a concession. From Ryodan. Rarer than water in the desert.
The ice was layered the same. Maybe hoar frost. Definitely hard rime. Clear ice on top of it all. The hard rimes weird. White ice comes from fog freezing. Whats fog doing inside both these buildings?
