Price Threefold, Chapter 8- Chloe

“That should just about do it for paperwork.” Paul took a moment to shuffle his papers back together. “It has been quite the pleasure doing business with you.”

AmusementDisdain. Oh, I’m sure it has been. I managed to avoid glancing at Jaz, but I couldn’t keep the snark from entering my head.

Paul extended his hand to me, but Domenic reached over and grabbed it for a firm shake before I reacted. “It has been an education,” he said. With any luck, Paul wouldn’t suspect the barb at his expense. “We might be able to do this again, but I expect we’d better wait until hurricane season’s over.”

Smart. Hurricane season ends in November. If we’re clever, we might be able to time it for Christmas break. I folded my papers up and slid them into my briefcase. “I’ll make certain to contact you as soon as we have a business registration. Should take no more than a week.”

“That gives me time to arrange the first couple payments.” Paul brought his hand up and set it on Davin’s shoulder. “I know the contract didn’t call for payment until the end of the month, but now I’ve got Wiki here to do my legwork.”

IrritationTerritorial HarmlessGlad. Cecelia and Domenic echoed my own thoughts.

“I’m a business tycoon, now!” Davin, at least, seemed excited. “I’m going to need a new costume, and a business suit. Oooh! I can have a business suit as my costume! And a toupee! I need a toupee! And a Nordic girlfriend! Daybreak, you’re a blonde, you can be my girlfriend!” He brought his hand up, so his finger joint touched his lips. “No, wait, you’re still gay. Maybe one of your friends? All hot girls have hot friends, it’s a law.”

On one hand, I was glad that Jaz and Davin had found a chance for, if not a normal life, then at least a happy one.

“Davin!” Jaz moved around Paul and stepped between us, her back to me and her hands on Davin’s arms. “You can’t just say things like that, it can upset people!”

Paul chuckled, and one of his hands moved to Jasmine’s. “Don’t be so hard on the boy, we’re all adults here.” I detected no irony in the man’s tone, for what little that was worth.

As he spoke, his hand trailed up Jaz’s arm until it rested on her shoulder. “Besides, he’s right, attractive women do tend to bring other attractive women with them. You’re here, after all.”

Jasmine’s blush was visible on the back of her neck.

“Eww! Gross! That’s my sister!”

On the other hand, watching them, it felt like Captain Cline had taken something that belonged to me. Not in a romantic sense; I had no attraction to Jaz, and was happy with Domenic regardless. For a moment, I thought back to my parents. Oh, that’s what it is, I thought of them as my employees.

Now that I understood the problem, I could ignore it. I smiled, and if it looked in any way forced, I’m sure it had to do with the awkward scene which played out while I wrestled with my thoughts. “I take it that means you’re accepting the job offer?”

Jaz spun to face me. “Uh… I thought we’d try it out.” Her eyes shifted, as she did her best to avoid looking at Paul. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Why would I?” Aside a dozen reasons that all have to do with my control-freak upbringing. “You did your jobs great, and found a more permanent job in the process. At least this way, I know you’ll be available when we need you for round two.”

Jaz relaxed some, though she still managed to remind me of a field mouse which had found its way into a bag of coffee beans. “We’ll be there.”

Paul gave me a knowing smirk; at some point, he figured out Wiki and Jaz were superfluous to our business, and he knew I know that. “I guess next time they’ll be on my payroll.” I had to hope he saw it as an act of charity for a friend, rather than a more sinister motive.

Jaz glanced at him, then back to me. “You’re sure you don’t need a ride home? It was kinda part of the deal. And I’ll need to head back eventually to sort things out at home.”

ThreatDiscovery. Right, how do we pull this off. “Don’t worry, I can take her back in my vehicle.” Jaz shied away from Domenic and his power-altered voice. “If you staying behind helps us get paid sooner, then I’m all for it.”

“R-right.” Jasmine stepped back, more or less pressed against Paul’s arm behind her. This seemed to give her more confidence. “Thank you for everything.”

I resisted the urge to do the same with Domenic; we’d have to wait until there were no prying eyes. It was better that way, when I could touch him rather than the metal. “I guess this is goodbye for now.”

“You’re not going to wait for the ferry?”

“Sorry, but we’re already running late.” The fault of two more finds on the trip back to port. As Paul said, it was a good problem to have, but we have schedules to keep. “And we can ferry ourselves back faster than a boat. Give your mom my regards.” She’ll be happier if we don’t disrupt her boat with our presence a second time, anyway.

“That I will.”

I followed behind Domenic and Cecelia on their way to the other side of the island. Around us, the new collection of vacationers behaved much like the old, and gawked at us the whole way. Rapt attention was given as Domenic’s metal reshaped itself around him into angel wings made of swords, with orange lightning running along the joints. ImpressedDangerous. She’s right, that is cool as hell.

“There are warlords out there who wish they had a power like yours,” Cecelia said. A glance at the beach suggested that, if anything, she understated the effect Domenic had on others. Though I couldn’t imagine people would follow warlords around with their cell cameras out. Then again, maybe they would have people follow them around with cameras as an ego thing.

PrideRejection. “If you say so.” The metal folded forward, interlocking as orange sparks danced throughout. By the time we’d made it to the opposite shore, it had begun to fuse into a steel canoe. “All aboard the USS Screw Physics.”

Cecelia jumped in, with Domenic behind her while I took position at the helm and sank my fingers into the metal. “Buckle up, I’m about to give the internet something to talk about.”

I gave them a few seconds, then accelerated as fast as I could without ripping the boat in half. PanicFear ThrillExhilaration. I found my max speed at the point where the boat lifted out of the water and skipped across the surface like a stone. We made it to the mainland in a matter of minutes.

“That was awesome!” Cecelia stood in the boat. RealizationPlan. She turned to where poor Domenic had chained himself to the boat in a cocoon of steel. “Hey, I got a great idea. How about if you drive home, and we go ahead by flight? It’ll be night by the time you get there, and everything will be closed down.”

ConcernUncertainty. “But-” he looked at me. What he wanted to do was ask if I was okay with Cecelia alone, as if she couldn’t tell despite him not saying it.

“I think it’s a good idea.” SupportEager. “She can’t hurt me, and I think we’ll have enough juice to make it hope easy, and have time to register. Then we can meet up tomorrow to sort the last bits out.”

TrepidationAcceptance. “You’re right, it’s a good plan. Just stay near the road, so if you have to land I’ll be along to pick you up.” Domenic stood on shaky legs as the boat melted into liquid steel to rejoin his armor. He reached out for Cecelia. “Here, to help you on the trip.” Metal flowed out onto her shoulders, then extended into something reminiscent of a hang glider.

ApprovalRespect. “We’ll have to think of something more permanent later.” Cecelia stepped closer to me. “Going up?”

I looked back at Domenic. Love you. LoveLonging. We couldn’t say it out loud, for various reasons, but the thought came as natural as breathing. If anything, it was better because we could share rather than tell.

I fell upward into the air, taking us well above the tree line in seconds, then allowed myself to fall backward. ThrillFreedom. Cecelia held on to the decorative armor on my shoulders as we picked up enough speed to set her wings horizontal.

I took my usual feet-first position as we fell out of range of Domenic’s emotional influence. “Sorry, I prefer flying like this. Everything else I’ve tried makes me feel sick.”

AmusementDesire. “Oh, I don’t mind at all. I’ve got a great view from up here.” Lightning danced across my skin like raindrops, each invigorating me as my reserves were no longer depleted.

No, that’s not disturbing at all. “Uh… just warn me if I’m using up your energy too fast.” I picked up speed, until Cecelia’s emotions suggested caution, for whatever reason. I had no way of guessing our speed, but we couldn’t hear to each other over the roaring wind. All said, we made the three hour trip in less than half an hour.

Cecelia poked my left shoulder as I came to recognize where we were. Sometimes I forget how powerful her senses can be. I slowed us down for the landing and banked left. After we ran out of speed for her to stay in flight, I carried her down to the roof of the PREP registry. “Hope you didn’t mind the flight.” She knew as well as I did that Domenic hated flying.

“That was insane!” Cecelia’s temporary wings separated themselves from her shoulders, though she left them with enough charge that they remained in fluid state rather than revert to normal steel. She didn’t release her hold on me, however. “I tried back when my shapeshifting was better, but I never could figure out how to make myself fly.”

I smiled back at her, feeding off her energy in more ways than one. “I always wanted a more versatile ability, but if I have to be a brick, at least I can be a flying brick.”

Recharged, I took us into the air just long enough to land us in front of the facility. Cecelia separated herself from me, but stayed close as we entered the building that seemed to take its design plans from a small post office. In smaller towns, PREP didn’t even have its own buildings, and instead worked out of police or fire stations. Given that even in a town the size of Raleigh the building was empty more often than not, that was to be expected.

“Hello!” The college boy behind the counter jumped to his feet the moment we came in, then fumbled with his book before he set it down open on the counter. “I mean, how may I help you?”

Cecelia stepped a little closer. AmusementWeak. Yeah, what a dork. “We’re here to register as independent heroes. I think I’m on file with the police as Daybreak, but it was never my official name, and my friend is unregistered.”

“Umm… okay.” He went to work on his computer. “The process is quite simple. If you’ll just follow me over there to take your pictures while I ask about your powers, and your vocations.”

DisgustChained. And here’s the part where they probe us for information about our powers to stick us in the system as good little worker ants. “The team name is Arclight. She’s Spark, and I’m Plasma. Oh, and we’ll have a third member, who’s on record as Damascus but will be changing his name to Ballast to fit our theme.”

The kid looked back and forth between us. “Uh, one thing at a time, please.”

ImpatientAnnoyance. You’d think they’d hire more competent people to be the government’s face for people who can ignore bullets or set things on fire with their minds. Needless to say, the next hour was a slow, frustrating process, but we through with only minor headaches. Made worse for their requirement that Domenic register in person. We worked around it by registering the team as just the two of us, so we could just have him add his name later.

AnxiousOpportunity. Cecelia turned to me with a grin that came across more as a predatory cat than a person. “Hey, how about we have some fun before we go home?”

I wanted to tell her that we should wait for Domenic, but the words I said were quite different. “Sounds fun. What do you have in mind?”

SmugHappy. “Oh, nothing dangerous,” Cecelia’s voice was sing-song sweet. “I just spotted a drug house on the way here.”

That does sound fun. “You can sense that?”

She shrugged. “More or less. I’m good at spotting people who are hiding from the law. That many in one place, it’s either drugs or prostitutes, and if it were prostitutes there’d be more desperation and less violence in the strands. We go in, bust a few heads for fun, and come out heroes.”

I should say no, but isn’t this what we’re planning for anyway? “There are laws against head-busting,” IrritationDisregard “but if we’re smart, we can beat them.” I stepped closer to Cecelia, and slid my arm around her before taking us into the air. “I’ll explain the plan on the way.”

We landed a few minutes later in front of a rundown farm house on the edge of town. I could have passed it a thousand times while thinking nothing except that it was another victim of economic downturn and multiple years of drought. I stepped up to the door and knocked. No one answered.

SuccessCowards. Cecelia waved at the window on the far side of the building. I took that as a sign, so I knocked again.

A man opened the door after another minute. “The hell d’ you want!”

RecognitionCertainty. “Oh, we just found out this is a drug house.”

“I know my rights, now git off our property.” The barrel of a shotgun poked out the door, just above the first man’s shoulder. If he pulls the trigger like that, and he’ll do more damage to his buddy than me.

“Yup, you’re right. There are all sorts of laws which say we can’t do a damn thing to you.” True on every level, save for one.

“‘Cept call the cops.” Cecelia leaned over to rest her head on my shoulder. “Pigs and dogs sniffin’ all over. Think you can flush all your product in time? Remember, they find even an ounce of pot and you lose all your money, too. Think they’ll put the house-” Whatever Cecelia was going to say was cut short by the explosion of a twelve gauge going off in our faces.

The increased durability Cecelia got from our Interaction stopped the slug with all the discomfort of a soft poke.

SuccessAttack! Cecelia had hold of his face before the smoke of gunpowder cleared, and his screams sounded more like a rabbit in the jaws of a fox than anything a human could make. Meanwhile, the other guy had fallen on the ground, either because she’d knocked him out of the way or because his eardrum got blown out by the gun. I didn’t care enough to ask.

WeakBoringMore. Cecelia bolted into the house in search of other entertainment while I watched the fallen guards. “I know you don’t believe this, but you got off lucky.” I hovered over the discarded chew toys, then looked around for a phone. Huh, still has a cord, don’t see those anymore. I picked it up and dialed.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“Oh, I was just shot by a drug dealer. I’m fine, but I think he needs an ambulance.” Screaming echoed from some unseen part of the house. “Better make that two ambulances, just in case his buddies did something even more stupid. Oh, and maybe a K-9 unit and whoever it is that deals with Imbued.”

“Okay. Who’s calling?”

“You’ll have me on file as Daybreak, but I’m calling myself Plasma, now.” Another scream echoed, along with a crash. BoredomContempt. “Yeah, we’ll need two ambulances.” Hmm, I should make another call when I’m done here.

Several hours later, we stepped out of the police precinct. I was afraid they were going to detain us all night, but they kept us just long enough to nag at us about how we’re supposed to call the cops before confronting criminals, and then only confront them if someone’s in danger of immediate harm. I was unimpressed; this far south, we had reasonable vigilante and stand your ground laws. They shot first, and Cecelia had used her electricity to inflict pain rather than damage.

Cecelia sighed. “Is that why everyone hates cops?”

I thought about my mother, also a cop. “Part of it. Oh, I got you a presant.” I pointed at the gas station parking lot next to the station.

AmusementEager. “Oh, did you?” She snuggled up against me. “Well, let’s go.”

I used a pulse of power to fly us over, more as an excuse to hold her than anything. A nondescript brown car in the corner struck me as the obvious place to start, a hunch which was confirmed when an older gentleman stepped out of the passenger side. “Hello. Miss Plasma, I presume?”

“That’s me.” I set Cecelia down, then stepped forward to shake his hand. “Sorry it took so long, Mr. Grant, but.” I gestured over my shoulder at the police station with my thumb.

“I thought it might,” he said. “Gave me an excuse to catch up on my reading. Imagine my surprise when you called the station, asked for me by name, and promised an exclusive interview. I had to show, if only to sate my curiosity.”

RecognitionApproval. I smiled my best. “No, you’ve never met me before today, in or out of costume, and I only know you by reputation. It’s an excellent reputation, by the way.” In truth, all I knew was he frustrated my parents, for reasons which were never discussed in front of me; all I knew for certain is he wasn’t tabloid trash.

“It’s nice to know my hard work pays off.” He looked between me and Cecelia. “But if you’re using flattery to get a good story, I’m afraid it’s wasted on me.”

ReasonableHonest. At least he has Cecelia’s approval. “I’d be disappointed otherwise,” I said. “But if you’re looking for some hard hitting conspiracy story or something, I’m afraid it’s you who’ll be disappointed.” Even though I could drop a journalistic nuke at any time. “Like I told your office, we’re just hoping to get our name out there for now.”

“But,” Cecelia’s voice was right next to my ear; she’d opened the mask hiding her mouth some time ago. “If we do get big, we’ll owe you a favor or two in the future.” MischievousDesire. “Hey, would you mind getting a couple photos before we do the talking part?”

“Don’t see why not.” He grabbed his camera. “Lighting’s not great, but it’s a good camera and papers aren’t known for high resolution.”

I smiled for the camera, but then Cecelia pulled me back against her, and brought her lips to mine.

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14 thoughts on “Price Threefold, Chapter 8- Chloe

  1. A/N- If this book ever becomes a movie (#wouldtotallysellout)- pretty much the whole farmhouse scene is going into the trailer. Also, Domenic’s sword-wings. Because if someone’s going through the effort of animating liquid-metal-sword-wings with orange lightning highlights, then it goes in the damn trailer.

    I love Wiki, I really do, but I think I’ve gotten as much mileage from him and Jasmine as I’m going to get in this story (which is a lot for what was intended to be a throw-away meant to show not all Imbued will or can be superheroes and/or villains), so don’t expect to see them again any time soon, if ever. On the other hand… next chapter has Beatrice in it, and I am FAR from done with her character (he says to the surprise of no one).

    I have so many things I want to say about this chapter that I can’t because I want to see the readers see it for themselves. I love subtlety, but sometimes I fear we have an abusive relationship.

    So instead, you’ll just have to wait for readers to figure it out. Or pay me to write a “director’s cut” of the book where I discuss all the little things I do. :p

    Also, vote for me. That’s good, too. It won’t prompt me to give away free secrets, but the more people are reading my story, the better the odds that someone else will pay me off.

    http://topwebfiction.com/vote.php?for=price

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  2. Honestly, I would be more into a director’s commentary type thing as a bonus than I would a smutty interlewd (although I would also not mind reading exactly what happened last chapter). Which reminds me, you should expect a birthday present donation sometime this weekend. I’ve been meaning to show you some support lately anyway, and this way it does double duty. Does admitting that diminish the value of the present? Hope not.

    Speaking of Cecelia not being able to fly, exactly how limited is her shapeshifting ability now? I know that after her last surge she traded some of that ability for the whole fate-sense thing, and that she was still able to alter her appearance to help with the whole faking death plan, but I can’t remember how extensive her power is now and can’t find the right chapter in IT to double check it.

    I’ve got a couple of vague ideas/concerns about stuff that happened in the last few chapters that that information would be very relevant to. I don’t want to speculate too much here in case it ends up being a spoiler for someone else, though.

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    1. Heh. Well, I’ll put them both up as bonuses for now, and we’ll see if there’s any bites. Thing is, a proper commentary needs to be post-book so as to avoid stupid-massive-spoilers.

      Cecelia’s shapeshifting is now almost purely cosmetic, along with minor augmentation and improved healing. She still has access to animalistic senses and muscle types. *Before* she could change almost everything, including her apparent sex or even to some extent species and pop out deadly poisons and what have you. As well as creating deadly poisons on her skin and what have you.

      Now… give her fifteen minutes, and she can look like just about any woman around her body type, and that’s about it.

      Also… please do speculate. If I think it’s too close to spoiler territory, I just won’t answer. But I *love* the speculation, and yours is amongst the better.

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      1. See, that is what I was wondering about with the shape shifting. The only question that that leaves then is just how different Cecelia and Chloe are body type wise. I know that Chloe is on the smaller side, but if she is close enough then there may be a chance that the last chapter ended on a bait-and-switch.

        Honestly, I might fund the interlewd just in the hopes that it gives a hint about whether Dom just had secret-sec with a shape shifted Cecelia or not. I am having a hard time thinking that Chloe would be bold enough to just come up to Dom and hop in bed with him, especially with Cecelia relatively nearby. But going back and rereading the end of that chapter, it mentions that Chloe looked embarrassed and floated over to his bunk. The first one should be simple for Cecelia to handle but the second bit has me questioning my questioning.

        It also feels like, in general, the pairbond has hit these three pretty hard pretty fast. I don’t think we have any details on how it works normally, but Chloe in particular seems to be getting affected very strongly in a short amount of time. Between the whole love and possible physical attraction that she has going with Dom, and her general ease around Cecelia, Chloe seems to me to be thr furthest from her baseline compared to early in IT. Dom is still able to stay somewhat level headed when the pairbond hits a feedback loop, and his world view was already more grey than Chloe’s clear cut black and white one.

        Cecelia is probably still super broken but I’ll leave off judgement until we get a chapter from her PoV (which I am really looking forward to).

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        1. Well… I tried to make it pretty clear that, whatever else, it wasn’t the first time. Comments like “waiting for this all day”, and no confusion or surprise on Domenic’s part are meant to convey that they’re too comfortable to be blushing virgins.

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          1. I…legitimately did not catch on to that. It does make sense in hindsight though. And also crushes my half hope, half fear that Cecelia was trying to seduce the two of them so make sure they don’t leave her, or whatever broken reasoning she came up with.

            That said, now I am even more confused on the time frame of when this story starts compared to when IT ended.

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            1. Well… In Triplicate mentioned dates which goes to mid June- confirmed in Death of a Hero, with Kitten’s rap sheet. Threefold specifically mentioned a date while Chloe did paperwork.

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  3. So I guess the pair bond is screwing with their sense of attraction and inhibitions towards each other, because lesbians don’t become straight just because they like a straight guy, and I don’t think Chloe would be ready to snuggle a serial killer after a few days of making nice either :)

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    1. I want to make a point about how being a lesbian doesn’t necessitate being unattracted to all men, but in this case we have plenty of internal dialogue from In Triplicate where Chloes actually is upset that she doesn’t find such a good guy like Dom attractive in that way. And your bit about snuggling Cecelia is even more extreme, since in this case the serial killer also murdered her mother, and recently to boot.

      But even if a lesbian was attracted to and slept with a straight male it wouldn’t mean she “became straight.” Something something sexual fluidity. I don’t actually want to get into it at all, I’m just an uncontrollable pedant.

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  4. I was over-simplifying myself :) My guess is that it is easy to confuse the others’ attractions/excitement, conveyed through the bond, for her own. Of course, that doesn’t explain the lack of thought about it, so it has to be a little more complicated than that, but I think that is the main driver. Another possibility that may have been hinted at is some growing hive mind/merging, first manifested through shared desires.

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