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There was shouting just a few feet from where I was on the beach. I'd gone
looking for Lucere in hopes of sharing a few more intoxicating kisses. Instead
I'd found shouting.
Upon inspection, I found that my boss was causing a scene. Not that she wasn't
justified in being absolutely pissed. She was making a lot of good points.
Its not like I even got a choice in being here. It was either do this or get
merc'd by a corpo security team.
I should have kept my own bodily autonomy, like Marv presumably had. Not
getting an implant directly in my brain would have been a much smarter idea.
But I supposed I was a bit too impulsive. It was too late to worry about in
any case.
I heard a little chime in the back of my head. It was different: more like a
thought than an actual sound. It was the notification bell I'd enabled while
waiting for Vivian to collect herself.
I opened the messaging application.
\textbf{Manafed:} Can you deescalate that? You're closer and I can see that
Vivian already trusts you a lot more than me.
I thought up a quick reply and sent if off.
\textbf{Cantlin:} Viv is making some good points and I'm not sure I should
interrupt the angry boss woman. She's got a lot on her mind and y'all haven't
exactly been helpful to her it sounds like.
A moment of silence before the notification 'sound' chimed again.
\textbf{Manafed:} Alright, fair. I shouldn't be asking you to break up
arguments between officers anyway. They have rank over you. I don't expect
that'd be anything actionable here, but you may not be used to our culture yet.
Yeah, Lucere could've said that again. This place, despite being on the
surface and anti-corporate safe-haven, was still a part of a corporate entity.
That alone gave me the fuel for every nightmare I could think of.
How was I supposed to be a runner? How was I supposed to get Berdie's meds?
How was I, working for an extension of a corp, supposed to exist as me? This
was the antithesis of everything I stood for.
Do I just get into contact with Anna the Pale Goddess and like, convince her to
say no to the corporate games? But how would she create new mages without
killing them?
I'd heard of groups of runners that could afford such lavish facilities as
this, but what then? Wait until they got attacked by a corp? Maybe even
Eastern Hills?
This was a complicated line of thought and the answers weren't always what
you'd expect. Nor what you could immediately think of, for that matter.
\textbf{Cantlin:} Why don't you take care of it? I think I have to seek the
Pale Goddess and give her a piece of my mind.
\textbf{Manafed:} You do you. You'll find it helpful to go to your mind,
though. Its unlikely that she'd appear here.
\textbf{Cantlin:} What, the goddess a bit shy?
\textbf{Manafed:} No, she's just incredibly tricksy and a bit of a pain in the
ass.
Deities. Figured they'd be problematic with their own set of rules.