Kinqueduran paces up and down the length of the second-story sidewalk in front of the inn where the Circle has taken up residence. Irritation still rolls off of him in almost-palpable waves, mingling with the thick, fragrant smoke from the new pipe he purchased after the brief, infuriating meeting.
Jaom: "Look, if they told me I had to risk having my entire family put me to the sword in order to save the world, I'd balk. You have to deal with... whoever it is you work for again."
Jaom: "Deimos, right."
Kinqueduran "I don't see why they couldn't have asked someone else."
Kinqueduran "I was on my first vacation in ten years when this shit started. Hell of a way to spend it."
Jaom: "Sometimes destiny doesn't wait for you to get comfortable, I guess."
Kinqueduran "Fuck destiny!"
Kinqueduran "Destiny needs to develop a damn sense of timing.
Kinqueduran "And, lucky you, by hanging around me, you've probably been assigned a similar calendar."
Kinqueduran "What? To get swept up in a hopeless battle to save the world, then turn around and find out that you get to save the world from the guys who asked you to save the world."
Jaom: "... well, not that in particular, but in... adventure. Real, true, life-or-death stuff. Epic things... grand-scale madness those stuffy asses back in the City couldn't even begin to comprehend. Too busy trying to line their nests with jade, all of them..."
Kinqueduran "Epic adventure makes for very, very good reading."
Kinqueduran "And highly unpleasant living."
Kinqueduran "...supposed to be here?"
Kinqueduran "Denial is fun."
Kinqueduran "I wonder if I should try to lie to Deimos, or just be a jacka- ... myself."
Jaom notices, when she turns her gaze away from Kin and back into the room she is sharing with Glory that the mirror looks strange. Her reflection stares back at her without eyes and hairline cracks are spiderwebbing the surface.
Jaom: "I assume you might have an idea what's going on?"
The frowning, scar-torn visage of Deimos glares at Kinqueduran, one imperious finger gesturing him to enter the mirror.
Jaom: "I take that to mean 'yes'."
Jaom: "... I get to meet your boss. Why am I suddenly filled with dread."
Deimos: "You do not invite me, Kinqueduran." With that, a glass-stuck hand grabs Kin around the bicep and Jaom by the scruff of the neck. Tossing both carelessly through the mirror, the Incarna follows.
Kinqueduran "Always so rude. Have you tried courtesy? You should just drop in to have tea with us."
The realm of shattered mirrors and reflective surfaces that Deimos inhabits spins around, reflecting the god far more often then the other two. His halo of broken mirror-shards whirls slightly in response to Kin's prodding.
Deimos: "I see you have taken my suggestions to heart. Or halfway.
Kinqueduran "Completely accidental, I promise. Once I kill a suitable adversary, I'll just borrow something no longer needed by the dead and solve that problem."
Kinqueduran "No, that's my darling wife."
Jaom: "You fucking wish, Kin."
Kinqueduran "It was a joke, Jaom." He looks at Deimos. "Solar...Solar...oh, THAT Solar!"
Kinqueduran "Yeah, we lost that Solar."
Deimos: "You will find him soon."
Kinqueduran "I know it's important to you. It's just not important to me."
Kinqueduran "You have other minions. Why don't you assign the work to them?"
For a moment, the Incarna considers, idly taking a finger-sized shard of glass from his back and playing it through his fingers. With a decisive movement, he breaks it into three sections and jabs them into his chest. A single fast movement later, Kinqueduran is swept up into strong and bloody arms, peering into the depths of Deimos's eyeless gaze. Shadows dance in those bloody holes, boring into Kin's mind.
Jaom: "Kin... you know... maybe now's not the best time to... y'know, be you."
Deimos: "Do you even know my plan?" Deimos sets Kin back on his feet gently. "You will carry out your tasks."
Kinqueduran "Maybe I should repeat myself, since you seem a bit sluggish to realize the truth. I am declaring war on you, Deimos, Lord of Madness."
Deimos: "You forget who my sister is. You may both leave, with blessings." The Lord of Madness barks his laugh again, a chorus of dying hounds. "You have made commitments. They are not so easily overturned as you think." Planting another kiss on Kin's mouth, ignoring Jaom entirely, the muscular Celestine steps into a mirror and vanishes in a shower of glass. Jaom and Kin are left alone in his Sanctum.
Kinqueduran "This has to stop."
Jaom: "... question is how, if you even can."
Jaom: "Hoi... death is the last option. If you fight, in anything, you fight to live first, and win second."
Kinqueduran "You're not the one he kissed."
Jaom: "Yeah, true.."
With a twisting, screaming shattering of silvered glass one of the mirror walls breaks open and devours Jaom and Kin. They are vomitted out of the mirror world and back into the room Jaom and Glory share, looking none the worse for their passage.
Jaom: "... mn. You gonna be alright, Kin?"
Kinqueduran "When I was in school, my teacher told the class that there were no stupid questions. She lied."
Deimos: Xansha did say there were stupid people though.
Jaom: "... okay, let me rephrase that. Are you going to not turn into a puddle of sobbing flesh?"
Kinqueduran "Yeah, I'm alright enough to carry out my promise."
Jaom: "... you have to be one of the most stubborn men I've ever met."
Kinqueduran "I fail to see how that's a bad thing."
Kinqueduran "I'm going to pretend that's a compliment."
Jaom: "It is... not alot of people fight."
Kinqueduran "And when the current is wrong?"
Jaom: "Nnnnn. But you're not going to, are you?"
Jaom: "I wouldn't expect anything less from you."
Kinqueduran "It's futile defiance, though."
Kinqueduran "It's just a matter of time before I give in, or before Deimos uses some more powerful form of suggestion, if not outright control."
Jaom: "... if it goes that far, and I have a chance, I'll do what I can to try and stop you. If you'd want that, of course."
Jaom: "I haven't tried you out in bed yet, so it'll have to wait, eh?"
Jaom: "Pfah. Fuck the gods, there's time for the rest of us."
Kinqueduran "No, there isn't time. That's sort of the whole problem we're facing."
Kinqueduran "I doubt she has any interest in helping us."
Jaom: "Who knows? The end of the world as we know it might weigh on her soul. Who's to say what she will and won't do?"
Jaom: "... hope not."
Kinqueduran "I think I'm going to skip the shave and haircut."
Kinqueduran "I need to repair my lance if I'm going to war with a god."
Jaom: "... Kin?"
Kinqueduran "What will you tell them? You're hanging around with a servant of the Abyss who's trying to get in your pants, a perpetually confused farmboy with a family falling apart, and a disfigured half-mad demonslayer chasing an impossible goal with insanity gnawing at his heels?"
Jaom: "... in gentler words, yeah."
Kinqueduran "I was being diplomatic."
Kinqueduran "I'm sure they'd send a damn legion out to find you. Which, actually, might work to our advantage. We could get an extra hour or so of defiance in before the world comes crashing down."
Jaom: "Pffft! Cathak? Spare a legion for a crazy dreamer? You must not have been paying attention to the news of the day."
Jaom: "Oh, *fuck* that! The last thing I want is to be tied down!"
Jaom: "I don't want power. I want... I want to have someone write stories about me. I want to either retire and go home to crank out kids and do my dragonly duty, or have some grand last stand for a good and just cause. I... I don't want to be a bureaucrat."
Jaom: "Just want to be someone's hero, someday."
Kinqueduran "Do you think you'll every get any of that?"
Kinqueduran "Do you know what I want?"
Jaom: "A vacation?"
Kinqueduran "I want my life back."
Jaom: "... yeah. I can understand that."
Kinqueduran "I miss my job. I miss my boss, my partner. I miss my biggest problem being Febrisa trying to set me up with someone or another."
Kinqueduran "...well, that and the reprimands for excessive force."
Kinqueduran "I was planning on not getting too drunk until the eve of destruction."
Kinqueduran "On the last night of Creation, I'll drink until I throw up my innards."
Jaom: "If it comes to that, count me in. Won't let you drink alone."
Jaom: "Woe unto me, huh?"
Kinqueduran "Yeah, it's probably a bad sign."
Kinqueduran "Do you know any songs?"
Kinqueduran "Sing it for me.
Kinqueduran "I think we need to talk with the Sisters."
As the song dies off there is no obvious reaction.