After I finished my little
introduction, Boss whisked me away to the meeting place and said to wait while
he gathered the others. The meeting place was an abandoned warehouse in the
middle of…somewhere. I'm not quite sure where as we used Bliss to get here.
Special little treat people like me get to use is Bliss for fast travel. Normally
Boss doesn’t like people treading on his turf. I got to say that Bliss is one
of the weirdest ways to travel though. Other Domains you actually travel
through, like you walk a short distance and then you’re at your destination.
But with Bliss it`s just FLASH and you’re there. It’s like travelling via white
wash.
I sat myself down while waiting for the
others to show, which took about thirty minutes. Everyone came the same way I
did, white washing (cuss that’s totally the new term for Bliss travel) through
the door. There were eight of us in total, some of them I knew or at least knew
about, others… not so much.
One I was surprised to see
was Mordecai, who was off brooding in a corner. He recently became the head of
the central Timberwolf faction after the death of his father. He’s technically
the most powerful man in the Timberwolves besides Boss himself. I was happy to
see him, a nice familiar face. Can’t say the same for him though, he didn't
seem too happy with me. That may be because the last time he saw me I was
making a condiment stew in his shoes but hey that was three months ago. I
thought he’d forgive me by now.
The only other people that
I knew personally were Charon and his crony Locke. Charon I can only be
described as having the biggest hard-on for the 1920’s. Seriously, the guy goes
out of his way to dress like a 20’s mobster to the point that I think the only
things in his wardrobe are pinstripes and fedoras. He even speaks with a
Brooklyn accent that to this day I swear is fake. Locke on the other hand,
is the complete opposite. How those two managed to become so close is beyond
me. At best he’s a computer nerd. At worst he’s a genius. You know one of those
guys that just love to rub it in your face and end’s every sentence with “I am
a genius you know.”
The next guy I had only
ever heard of, Horus. He’s the leader of the up and coming Egyptian branch
called the Udjats. Yeah, apparently we’re spreading to Egypt now. And I thought
I was going to be the most foreign, being from Italy. The guy looked more ready
for a party then a Timberwolf gathering, being all dolled up in a suit top and
dress pants. Also, dear god if you looked up shit eating grin in a dictionary
you’d fine the one he gave me when he walked in. My lord… or would my Archangel
be more correct… my Archie… My Boss?
Beside Horus was... Liber?
I think that’s what his name was. Either way he was someone I had only heard of
in passing mention. A rich boy who funds a good deal of operations for the
Timberwolves. And boy does he love to show off his money. With the fancy tux (I
was starting to feel severely under dressed for this meeting) and fresh hair
perm he was sporting. Too bad his look was completely spoiled by the massive
scowl he had on his face. Just one of those looks that screams “Stop breathing
my air.”
The last two of this
little get together were the only ladies in the house. One of them, Freya,
looked like she had just come from an anime convention (and took the whole
buffet with her if you know what I mean) and didn`t bother to take off he
costume. Seriously who goes around in a gothic dress and pigtails… I type while
in my leather jacket and silver hair…. Shut up. I shouldn't rag on her though,
she was the only one of us that seemed at all upbeat.
The other girl, Helen, was
a total space case. She didn't say a thing throughout the whole meeting. She
just sat there and stared at the celling. (And people say it looks like I'M on
drugs.) I think Locke tried to talk to her but she just ignored him or maybe
just didn't even notice him. Didn't seem
to matter to him though, he was pretty content with looking at her… um…eh…
boobs.
After everyone showed up it was still another
few minutes before we really thought to acknowledge each other. Charon kicked
us off;
Charon: Sooooo, we gonna
get this meeting underway, or are we gonna start a standing club?
Dante: Oh Oh can I be in
the club? Can I be in the club?
Locke: Sorry Dante, it’s a
grown up’s club.
Horus: Hehehe.
Dante: Jerk
Charon: Seriously, why’d
Archie bring us here if he’s just gonna make us stand around? I was in the
middle of important dealings you know.
Locke: Microwaving a
burrito is not “important dealings”.
Charon: … Ok I'm gonna
side with white head over there, shut up jerk-face!
Archangel: Heh, I had at
least hoped I could be back before you started hating each other.
Everyone sprang to life
once Boss walked in. Well not so much sprang as looked in his direction. But
hey, that was the most exciting it had been in the last half hour.
Dante: Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
Booooooooooooooooss.
Archangel: Hello Dante.
And in that moment I swear
he rolled his eyes at me. No I don`t care that he`s wearing a gas mask, I could
fucking tell. So Boss walked more into the room, surveying the area or
something. I don’t know he looked from left to right, he could have been
checking for sheep for all I care.
Archangel: Well it seems
you haven’t killed each other yet. That’s step one at least.
Charon: Might it be
frivolous to hope that “Step 2” is telling us what the heck we’re doing here?
Mordecai: Watch your
tongue Charon. Remember who you’re talking to.
Archangel: I suppose an
explanation is in order. I can tell you there is a reason to why you`re all
here.
Charon: And that is…?
Archangel: A hunch of
mine.
Mordecai: A… hunch? Excuse
me Father, but what exactly do you mean by that?
Archangel: Exactly as I
say Mordecai. I have a hunch about something soon to come, and I’ll be needing
all of you together if it’s correct.
Horus: Father, is it
really… smart to bring us all together based solely on a hunch? Some of us, me
especial have much more important business to handle right now.
Archangel: You disagree
with my methods Horus.
Horus: Yes. I believe you
made a poor judgement.
Mordecai: HORUS!
Charon: Cheeky grin over
there got’s some balls on him.
Archangel: Now, now. Horus
I can assure you that my hunches are much more precise then one’s humans have.
I can guarantee this little group will prove quite valuable as End Game
approaches.
Dante: End game? Now
there’s something I thought I’d never here, Boss wanting to end a game.
Archangel: This is no
ordinary game I'm talking about Dante. The ending to the Great Game is almost
here. Well it should be. Provided everything pans out. Which is why you’re all
here. Each of you has something you can offer to help things run smoothly, and
I need you together for this, too much risk thinning you out.
Locke: So this is a sort
of pre-emptive strike than sir?
Archangel: More like the
planning of a pre-emptive strike.
Locke: Brilliant.
Charon: I still don’t get
what this means for us. What exactly are we going to be doing now?
Archangel: For now,
nothing. You’re to stay here and wait for further instruction.
Charon: Stay here?!
Dante: In this little
shack?!
Archangel: Shack? Did none
of you bother to look outside?
At this point Boss lead us
outside and showed us that what I thought was a warehouse was really a garage,
which was connected to this really nice looking house. Still in the middle of
nowhere it seems though.
Archangel: I had Liber’s
men built this a year ago along with many other “Safe Havens” for Timberwolves.
You’ll be living out the next while here. There should be enough space for all
of you.
Horus: Heh, with all this
it’s starting to feel like we’re some kind of super group.
Charon: What are we the
Timberwolf version of the Justice League?
Archangel: Well I was
going to give your team a name. I find that boosts moral.
Dante: Oh oh oh!
Archangel: You don’t have
to raise your hand to speak Dante.
Dante: Can I suggest a
name, can I suggest a name? How about, now bear with me here, how about The
League of Pompous Names!
Archangel: … Well if
Dante’s done being an idiot.
Dante: But I was serious.
Archangel: I think The
Comedy is a fine name. It’s one of the few books written I find enjoyment in.
Charon: The Comedy eh?
Well it sure is fitting. People will sure be laughing at us like a comedy…
Archangel: Oh, and also
for the record. A log of your activities will be kept. I've become quite fond
of the “Blog” concept, so you’ll be using that.
Dante: Oh so that’s why
you had me make that blog earlier.
Archangel: Yes Dante, in
fact you’ll be in charge of documentation.
Mordecai: Dante?!
Locke: Excuse me sir, but
is that wise.
Archangel: Dante is an
expert at getting into other’s business, so yes. I think he’ll keep… good
records. That and it will keep him occupied.
And with that this blog
was born! Yeeeeeeaaaah!
It’s my job to keep you
informed on all things related to The Comedy. (My name is still better).
So welcome all, to The
Silver Lining.
