Deus grinned. "You're an interesting one. Well, you're welcome. If that's that, I think I'll take my leave for now. Someone's causing a ruckus in the Hall of Causality."
She got up, and headed for the door. Halfway through the frame, she turned back and added, "Oh, and next time I stop by? French toast. Do that and I might just owe you a favor. Ciao."
[Hall Of Causality]
My my, aren't we the good sport? Well, I suppose there's nothing in the rules that prohibits it, but don't expect it to be as easy as simply finding them.
Deus raised his arm to his face in a mock watch gesture. Oh would you look at the time! Well, time for you all to go. Places to go, people to see and murder, you're going to be very busy. Shoo! Go on!
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serialMeanwhile...
"I get the feeling," mumbled Lië Rosenthal to no-one in particular, "that I am somehow missing out on something."
"Wirklich?"
"I don't know. It's just a feeling."
"Erleuchte mich."
"Like there was a mistake somewhere, and the plot of the story is happening to some other POV character."
"You're probably just hormonal."
"Thank you, Mother. That's your explanation for everything."
"I'm serious! When I was your age, I thought about that sort of thing all the time."
"When you were my age, you smoked pot, slept three hours a night and thought Aristotle was Belgian."
"It's a valid interpretation. There's this book which you should read-"
"What percentage of it is in French?"
"...all of it, but there's a translation-"
"Never mind, then. It'll bore the readers if we have to include quotes from that kind of content."
"Look. Statistically speaking, the vast majority of fiction must necessarily be composed mostly of characters where the plot of the story is happening to someone else. It can't happen to everyone. Of course, that principle isn't without exceptions, notable examples being-"
"Actually, I suddenly realised I have to take the narration somewhere else. Right now."
"Where are you going?"
"Out."
"Out where? Be specific."
"Where else?" she replied lazily. "To look for the other POV characters, of course."
"Could you buy some milk while you're at it?"
edited 29th Jan '12 5:02:28 AM by RiotousRascal
The phonecall could wait. Joachim had a strict policy of never letting anything interrupt his morning routine. Once he was done, though, Joachim grabbed his phone off the table and called the number back. Any opportunity for an alliance would be appreciated. He eyed the fire axe hanging over the mantlepiece, perfectly honed and as far from ornamental as possible. A perfect weapon in trained hands like his.
The call was picked up immediately on the other end.
" Hello." It was same robotic-sounding female voice. " Mr. Sandberg, I presume."
" Your call came right on schedule. Amazing to think that these diaries can predict people's actions so perfectly." The voice continued in a perfect monotone, without the slightest hint of emotion showing. " It would be disheartening to know that our fate can be written out like this if it wasn't so easy to defy it once you know about it."
" But never mind my ramblings. We should discuss the terms of our alliance. And quickly, for preference, since I do not doubt that someone will be quick to move against you."
edited 29th Jan '12 10:42:40 AM by Gilphon
"Ha! I'm getting the feeling that I'm not welcomed here for the time being, Deus." Raymond chuckled as he stood to his feet. "Well alright, I guess I should be on my way since the game won't end anytime soon if I don't take some action. Keep that throne warm for me, Deus." And with that said, Raymond vanished from his platform.
"Okay then." Joachim said, "I don't plan to participate in the game per se, in that I'm not actively pursuing the other contestants. Mutual nonaggression for sure, but I also propose we work together to track down the other contestants and either get them on our side or kill them. In other words, we should work together to save lives."
" I see. While I do not necessarily agree, I can see the value in that stance. Yes, assuming this is not an elaborate trick, I believe it would be in my best interests to keep you alive as long as possible. And now that you have this number, it's best to keep you on my side. Yes, I will assist you in saving lives for now."
There was a pause as voice considered the situation. " Tracking the others down is of course a must, though I suspect a decent number will simply come to you, as I have. After all, your identity is the only solid clue we have. If none come, we should try to cause a large unscheduled in order to attract their attention, or simply keep to our current future, so that any change will obviously be the work for another. I will leave the details up to you, though I would consider it a personal favour if you did not leave your home for the next hour or so."
"Okay, lets see here, I've already found out the identity of one Future Diary Holder. Joachim Sandberg...a firefigher that lives five minutes away from a fire station huh? I wonder how many of the other Future Diary Holders will try to encounter that man." Raymond muttered to himself as he wrote down a few things down in a black notebook.
"I think I'll head down there and pay him a little visit later." He grinned as he closed his black notebook and headed out the door from his house.
There was a pause.
" Understood. I'll go to the fire station and try to find you in person, then. Until I arrive, keep a careful eye on your diary. I doubt anyone will try to attack on while you're on the job, but we can't be too careful."
The 8th hung up.
Hmm. Did Sandberg suspect something, or was he just that much of a boy scout?
The 8th wasn't sure which option was preferable.
edited 29th Jan '12 5:58:29 PM by Gilphon
"The third. Huh." Mark scratched the back of his head as he continued to clean up of soot and grime a certain shotgun. The outlands never were gently towards guns, but that was what they were made for. Leverage and struggle.
Well, I suppose I'm not a bad candidate for godhood. If such a god was an angsty God of War..
He checked his electronic agenda. "Maybe I should try to shoot myself to test it...Nah." He shrugged it off as he hid it and started a new day in the shop. Not breaking routine just yet seemed a wise idea, as it'd net concealment.
After walking around for awhile, Raymond had finally reached the fire station, in hopes of finding Joachim Sandberg. "Hmm, I can't just go in there and ask for him directly. That'll instantly reveal my identity as a Future Diary Holder." He sighed as he scratched the back of his head, trying to come up with a plan. He slowly paced back and forth in front of the station until an idea had finally hit him.
"I'll just wait across the street for a little while until I can confirm his identity." He muttered quietly to himself as he walked across the street and leaned against a wall while writing stuff down in his black notebook, patiently waiting for Joachim Sandberg to appear.

Joachim's phone stopped ringing as answering machine picked up.
The voice leaving the message sounded female, but synthetic; robotic. Clearly the person on other end of the line was, at the very least, using something to disguise his or her voice.
Mr. Sandberg? This is the 8th. I have decided to take you up on your offer of an alliance. Call me back as soon as you can, there's a lot I would like to discuss.
edited 28th Jan '12 7:06:04 PM by Gilphon