Chapter 27: Chapter 9: Amongst The Borgia Part 1

Zavier woke up to the sound of rustling. He just had the same dream as the night before. The one with sword in the ice and the sad man staring back at him. He was starting to get annoyed. His displeasure with his subconscious was interrupted as the rustling continued. It was coming from across the room. Yafu had woken up and was not doing a great job concealing it. Zavier heard the rustling stop, then about five seconds of dead quiet, then a quiet, more deliberate rustling as Yafu tried to inch off his mattress.

“I’m up.” Zavier was ready to end Yafu’s terrible attempt at being courteous. This prompted a very loud and quick departure from his bed and an opening of the door letting in the dim hallway light.

“It’s probably for the best because we have to go soon.” Yafu said, eyeing Anenna’s room. Yafu knew he had to knock but he had some trepidation about it..

“Go where?” Zavier asked as he himself got off the mattress and lumbered into the hallway.

Yafu took a deep breath and then responded plainly, “The party.” As he finished the last syllable he gave a sheepish knock on Anenna’s door. They both waited. Anenna came out rather quickly afterwards.

“We don’t need to go for another hour or so.” Anenna said calmly. Zavier felt a little ridiculous at the particular moment that he and Yafu were that jumpy about knocking on her door. On the other hand, an angry Anenna terrified him.

“I want to go when it starts. We should not miss an opportunity to find this woman. Stay focused on the path and stuff.” Anenna responded to Yafu's shallow begging with an eye roll but walked out of the doorway and shut the door behind her.

“I assume we just leave the doors unlocked.” Anenna said with contempt for the residence. Yafu nodded disappointedly. Zavier was at a loss as to why Yafu thought their group would think much of his abode in the first place. After that they strolled down the hallway and down the stairs. Eel was no longer in their pathway, most likely having retreated into one of the rooms on his end of the hallway. The scene was pretty similar at the bottom floor as it was earlier. There were a few more people at tables. The same group of old men were at the same table. It looked like they hadn’t moved at all. What surprised Zavier was walking outside. The sun was just setting into the ocean. He was expecting morning since they had crashed at Yafu’s place in the late afternoon.

“Did we sleep an entire day?” Zavier asked, slightly concerned with the implications for his sleeping habits.

“No, it’s the same day.” Yafu said, very perplexed by the question.

“Days are significantly longer here, Zaiver.” Anenna had seen through to the root cause of Zavier’s confusion.

“Oh yea.” Yafu interjected, drawing out the end of the yea. Zavier did his own eye roll at Yafu. He didn’t notice. “I remember it feeling like your sun was racing across the sky. Before I could get anything done, it was already dark.”

They continued to walk through the congested streets to the plateau’s edge. Yafu dashed at the end and began to flip the tiles. Yafu had to stop and reflip a few tiles. In his haste he had made several mistakes. Finally, he got the board looking the way he wanted and immediately cocked back and blasted it with energy. The platform lurched, responding to an overload on Yafu’s part, before correcting itself and beginning to move across the sky.

“So where exactly are we meeting this woman?” Zavier's intrigue was officially piqued as he saw multiple instances of Yafu’s impatient excitement and the use of the word ‘party’.

“The invitation the lovely Anenna is holding onto is to the Free Rock of Revival City! The event, I have no idea. But an invitation to anywhere in that enclave is better than gold!” Yafu was loose and living dangerously. Zavier could feel the stare from Anenna despite it not being on him. Yafu continued, clearly let down by the lack of excitement in the reactions on the platform, “It’s free of so many ordinances and oversight from the Junta. You’d have to kill someone to get in trouble there.”

“Do you speak from experience?” Zavier asked, rather unabashedly curious toward Yafu’s alleged criminal record.

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“Are you kidding, I never thought I would be let in a million cycles!” The timing was almost prescient as the platform reached the outer edge of a large rock outcropping in between the one Yafu lived on and the largest one in the middle. There were two men and one woman wearing the same robes as the Junta soldiers they had seen earlier that day at this platform dock. The woman had two white triangles on her sleeve and she took the lead approaching them.

“Invitation or family ID?” The woman asked in a professional, pleasant tone. It appeared the Free Rock was rather exclusive. Anenna reached into her robe pocket and handed the sheet the machine at the search house had spit out. The woman peered over it inspecting it line for line before looking back up at the three of them. After a few more quick oscillations of her eyes from the paper and them, she motioned for them to walk past. She kept the papers with her making reentry unlikely.

It was a nauseating scene. The amount of nightrock in the roads and the building was several times more than anywhere else Zavier had been in the city. Much of Nightrock was covered in gems and jewels. Power was being generated from somewhere because the Nightrock was shifting and twisting in all sorts of ways. It made looking down every street like looking into a seizure-inducing kaleidoscope. In addition to the living, breathing aesthetic of the infrastructure, the people provided another massive draw for Zavier’s eyeballs. It was very obvious why someone like Yafu never got here. Almost every person had a robe that was so intricate it may as well have been a cloth painting. Many of the men and women also had an obscene amount of jewelry pierced into their face and braided into their hair and their just gorgeous faces. It was apparent, however, that the plastic surgery here was not leaps better than on Earth, because Zavier could see the artificialness of many of the sculpted faces as he got a closer look.

As he kept taking this in, one memorizing view at a time, he suddenly felt very ashamed and out of place. The robes were the biggest problem. The three of them were sticking out more than if Anenna and him started blasting blue everywhere.

“We really needed to dress better.” Zavier said, vocalizing his embarrassment.

“Then let's get some robes!” Yafu said excitedly, and moved in front of them to peel off toward a building on their left. Zavier focused his vision on the storefront to translate the sign. “GOOD CLOTHES.” His translation never lost the forest for the trees. As they walked in, there were racks and racks of robes along with a row of dressing room doors on the back wall. There seemed to be no cashier or store clerk present.

“We’re not stealing, are we?” Anenna asked, giving a disapproving look toward Yafu.

“We couldn’t if we wanted to. It’s the Free Rock. Everything everywhere is free. I’m taking everything I can carry back.” Yafu said as he snatched an entire rack of robes.

“You’ll take one to change into. It will draw attention if someone like you is bringing back things from this place.” Anenna said flatly. Yafu turned and gave her the saddest look, like a child who lost their favorite toy. Ultimately, he rifled through the robes he had grabbed and returned all but two to the rack. One was a green robe with a dragon-like creature running along the back and the sleeves, the other was red with orange and yellow splattered in. Nightrock was clearly involved because the dragon thing slithered around the robe’s surface as Yafu moved and the red robe looked like it had a live fire burning on it. Yafu handed Zavier the red one. The fire became stationary.

“You’ve got to give it a little life if you want it to breathe.” Yafu said. Zavier made an attempt and to his delight got the fire effect to start again. He turned back up at Yafu and was stunned to see a frightened look on his face. He returned a puzzled look trying to decipher his friend's sudden fear.

His question was answered when he heard Anenna speak up behind him, “You can’t do that again, it will out you.” Looking down again, he noticed a slight blue glow coming from his hands. He quickly shut it off. He was going to have to live with a static robe tonight. After that they all went into separate changing rooms and slipped on their new robes. Zavier left his old robe in a pile of robes in the corner of the changing room. The other robes in the pile were indistinguishable from the robes on the rack. Even the garbage here was rich.

Walking out he saw Anenna and Yafu waiting at the door to the store. Yafu had slipped in nicely to his green dragon robe. Zavier felt a tinge of jealousy watching the creature slide across Yafu’s shoulders and back. Anenna was sporting a black and white checkered robe. Most likely the most understated one in the store. Zavier would likely be left to guess what giving it juice made it do.

“Do you know where the Trock building is? That’s where we're heading.” Anenna asked Yafu.

“Let me ask.” Yafu then turned and walked out. Zavier and Anenna followed him outside and waited in front of the store as Yafu walked around the street, speaking to several groups of people passing by. After having a slightly longer exchange with one older woman, Yafu walked back to them. “Follow me.” Yafu said as he walked past them and headed down the opposite way from the older woman.

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