Chapter Three Sunnyside
Good morning! Crystal said cheerfully. Who wants pancakes?I want pizza, Gar mumbled, rubbing his eyes. Geez, woman, it's 9 AM! How can you be so awake already?Maybe because she's not as lazy as you, Raven said, sipping her coffee and scanning the newspaper. Hmm, that's oddWhat's odd? Crystal prompted, a bottle of Mountain Dew Livewire appearing in one hand. She took a swig as she strode over to Raven and stood next to her chair, peering at the newspaper. A magnitude-5 earthquake struck Long Island yesterday', Raven read. At the time this article went to press, damage reports were still coming in, but the tally at 5 AM EDT this morning was over one billion dollars' worth of property damage, as well as more than two thousand deaths and five thousand injuries caused by the temblor'.Okay, that is odd, Gar remarked, his eyes now fully focussed. Actually, I'd call that really damn weird. Isn't Long Island, like, thousands of miles away from the nearest earthquake spot?
Robin whipped his PDA out of the holster on his utility belt (which was always one of the first things he put on in the morning—at least he wasn't OCD enough to put on his mask as well) and typed something in one-handed. he said after a moment. Actually, there are a few seismic hazard' spots in New York State according to the USGS. But— he poked at the screen, shaking his head— it looks like most of the earthquakes there actually have epicentres in Canada, with magnitudes below 4 or so, that just get felt in northern New York. I don't think— He hit a few more keys. No, there isn't. There's no fault line anywhere near New York. Not like here, where we have our big ol' buddy San Andreas.
Starfire's eyes widened. she cried. Could they be related? —That event and what—what happened here—last night Crystal inhaled sharply.
Oh my God, that's a good point! she whispered. The earthquake here wasn't natural either!Could something—have— the princess began, her voice faltering, es-escaped—there, too? Raven shuddered, obviously reminded of the Quasits from the night before.
Vic chuckled nervously. Why don't we turn on the TV? he asked, with false cheer. I hear there's a new episode of Space Walkers this week! Raven said simply, rising from her chair, put it on CNN Her cool gaze told him that he had best do so quickly. The cyborg shrugged and picked up the remote control, pressing first the Power button and then a channel number.
cities of Newark and Atlantic City, New Jersey, exploded around 7 AM Eastern Daylight Time today. A small man in tweed was seen in New York City during these events, running around and on fire, and saying Oh bugger, oh bugger' according to bystanders, reported a calm female voice.
the Titans shrieked as one. As the television screen warmed up, a scene of smoky devastation and the footer CNN BREAKING NEWS' became more visible.
officials have not yet pinpointed the causes of the explosions, Daryn Kagan continued, appearing not a bit frazzled, but the combined property damage is easily expected to top five billion dollars, and the death toll for both cities stands at nearly 50000 and is still climbing.JESUS FUCK! Victor yelled. How many people got killed by that Indian tsunami, again?Over 150 Raven responded. Oh, Azar. That explains why I felt that pain this morning—the feeling of thousands of lives snuffed out at once— Her face was tight, and much paler than usual.
Remember, 150000 all around the South Pacific, Crystal reminded them shakily. This is a third as many, but in a much more concentrated area. Shit, it's probably going to be much higher than that when they get everything figured out——If they can get everything figured out, Gar muttered. I mean, what the hell! Who expected an earthquake in NYC and then exploding cities in New Jersey?We have GOT to find out what the hell is going on! Crystal declared. you—you have some clairvoyance ability, don't you? Based on what I saw last night—
The young empath shook her head slowly. I wouldn't call it that, she admitted. I haveon occasion, but it's nothing I can force.If we could, somehow, combine our powers Crystal shrugged. This is really important. I'm willing to, eh, drop a nut' on this, to use a gaming term.I still want pizza Gar mumbled sheepishly. Starfire took him aside, spoke with him quietly, and then flew from the room clutching a wad of bills.
While you guys are working that out, I'm gonna go check out the scanners, Victor announced, and with a gesture in the general direction of the TV, added, Cause this shit's just too depressing
Robin and Gar watched the two young women converse for a moment, then the Boy Wonder turned to his shapeshifting friend. Where'd Kory go?Oh, I gave her some money, 'cause she said she was willing to fly over to Papa Giovanni's.Huh. I didn't think they were open this earlythe Seirei of Knowledge is Kachriss, Crystal was explaining. Torana is the Seirei of Perception. Together, as Kachrana, they control the concept of divination, clairvoyance, and its related sensory-projecty-things.You mentioned that each of the crystals you wear around your neck relates to and amplifies one facet of your power. Do you have one for Kachrana? Raven inquired.
Not yet. I don't know, since the trigger conditions Crystal sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. I actually still don't fully understand all my powers, so could we continue this discussion some other time? I've been trying to psychically attune to you—I'm pretty sure we'd be able to merge—You know a lot about psionics, huh? Gar asked. Crystal shrugged, but gave him a nod.
Yeah, and I'll be happy to explain what I know some time. She straightened her shoulders and held her hands out, palms up, toward Raven. I can sense that you're just as antsy to know what's really going on as I am.I abhor violence and cannot abide the suffering it causes, Raven said quietly, laying her hands on Crystal's. Whenever someone close by—or a number of people at any distance—dies due to malicious intent, I feel it.
Crystal gave her a long, sad gaze. she said. It's not just something that happens in RPGs. I've felt it too. She closed her eyes. Now, then— Raven also closed her eyes, and the room fell silent but for the slow breathing of the two females. Crystal's lips moved occasionally as if she was speaking soundlessly, and Raven twitched once or twice as if suddenly presented with some gruesome spectacle.
they suddenly said in unison, opening their eyes.
There, we'll find information on Ferozandaakhi— Crystal said,
—and Kaman-Dûl, Raven finished.
Gar asked, utterly lost. Robin woke up his PDA and Googled Um, I hope you know which Sunnyside you ladies are talking about, he said hesitantly, because there are a lot of themIt's a suburb of San Francisco, Crystal elucidated. Does anyone here have a driver's licence or a car?Yeah, Vic built a spiffy thing he calls the T-Car, Gar explained. I'll run and get himI hope Starfire doesn't take too much longer, Robin murmured, glancing at his watch. The sooner we find out what the heck is going on, the happier I'll be.
Crystal glanced around the room impatiently, bouncing on the balls of her feet. Um, if you don't mind my asking, she began, facing Robin, how many members of the Titans aren't human?Oh, only a few, he responded. Raven, Starfire, and—well, Vic's a cyborg, but he was initially human.
The Mutant teen glanced at Raven. Really? That's cool.I don't really feel that way, the empath said quietly, since my relationship with mynonhuman parent is less than optimal. My mother is, however, human.And Kory is Robin sighed and rubbed his hands together. do you promise you won't laugh? I'm being completely serious.Why would I laugh?Um. Yeah, of course you wouldn't, butI know this is going to sound kind of crazy, but sheshe's an alien.
Crystal blinked, her expression nonplussed rather than skeptical. Not crazy at all. I know full well that we're not alone in this dimension. What kind of alien? he replied, though I don't know if you've heard of them She shook her head. Koriand'r—that's her real name, by the way—told me a little bit about her people, and I was able to figure out that the Tamaranean race has a feline ancestor rather than an ape one like we humans do.
Crystal grinned. Hey, that's really cool! She's a flying, photokinetic, alien catgirl! God, it feels like I'm in some kind of animé series! This is great! Then she turned to Raven, wondering, So what's Gar's power? He's human, I take it?Yes, but he possesses unique abilities granted by an experimental treatment given to him when he had a rare disease as a child, Raven explained to her. His DNA has been augmented to include genes from many different species of animal. I suggest asking him about the details, since I can never keep all of them straight.Is that why he's green, though?Yes, though I don't understand the exact mechanism, so please don't ask me. He's a shapeshifter, but any form he takes is always some shade of green.
She nodded. Interesting. That's a pretty neat power. Vic called, entering the room with Gar on his heels, Gar said you guys need to go somewhere Gar begged, putting on his best cute-puppy face (and for a shapeshifter, that can be quite literal). Will you please take us to Papa Giovanni's?
Victor seemed slightly taken aback. That's it?Gar, we don't need to go to the pizzeria! Starfire can handle a carryout order by herself, Robin huffed.
The green boy pouted. I don't wanna wait, though Crystal said, putting on her best serious face (others always said she was too silly! well, she'd show them), Raven and I took a dip into the noetic totality to find information. The only definite thing that came to us is that we should visit the suburb Sunnyside. She drew herself up and looked into his eyes as well as she could, which took some effort considering he was over a foot taller than she was.
He chuckled nervously. Hey, it's all right there, Crystal. Youyou feelin' okay? All a beautiful woman like you's gotta do is ask. She blinked, surprised, and to her horror, felt her cheeks warm. We're reasonably-close acquaintances. There's no need to get all polite.Of—of course, she mumbled. It's just of the utmost importance that we find out what we can as soon as we can.
Koriand'r reappeared, bearing two large boxes. Have care! she reminded Gar as he took them from her. They are fresh from the heating chamber and very hot. he grunted, dropping the boxes onto a table and flipping one open. Was there change?
She blinked. Change? A change in what?
He whirled around. Oh, no way. Don't tell me you—
Starfire laughed and reached into the cuff of one of her boots. Only a joke, Garfield. I am not so naïve in your tongue as it might seem, and I do understand your odd human methods of payment, to an extent. He reached out a hand, and she dropped a few bills and shiny coins into his palm.
Okay, then, Vic said, stealing a slice of sausage-and-ham pizza despite Gar's wails of protest, we're heading off. Who all's coming?
As it turned out, the entire team, plus Crystal. She and Raven rode in the front of the T-Car (which was a lot like a tricked-out sedan-tank with a hybrid engine and insanely cool features) to give directions.
Are we supposed to go to a specific place in Sunnyside, or will the information magically pop into your heads once we reach the boundary? Gar asked. Hey, that sounds pretty coolknowledge from nowhereOur destination is the library of Sunnyside High School, Raven explained calmly. There we will be able to find out what we need to know, though I'm not sure if it will be from books or if there is someone there whom we can ask.
Crystal stared into space for a second, then shook her head. So odd she murmured. Why do I feel like I should know something about this, but can't place it She turned to the driver. How long is this trip going to take?
He exhaled, calculating. I'm thinkin' right about an hour, he said finally. That's if I get on the freeway up here and take that to the exitAn hour! she whispered, and Raven looked mildly appalled. That's so longSo much could happen in an hour Raven said softly.
Well, if you wanted speed, Gar put in, leaning forward onto the back of the front seats, why didn't you and Crystal just teleport there?I didn't want to risk it, the empath explained. I can move myself through the ether-space with no difficulty, but if I attempt to take extra objects, they are sometimes lost. I would not want any living creature trapped in the void between worlds. Crystal mused. It sounds like you just need to get your caster level up.Sorry, I don't follow.Oh, never mind, she said, with a wave of her hand. It's a D&D reference. I'm just trying for levity. Don't mind me. Robin asked. Doesn't that mean drunk and disorderly'?
Crystal sent him a look through the hole beneath her headrest. Dungeons and Dragons, she explained. The oldest and probably most popular fantasy role-playing game on Earth. She turned back to face the front and slumped back in her seat, letting out a heavy sigh. she pleaded, this thing must have some kind of turbo mode, right? Could you please turn it on? I could chip in for gas if it's—Yeah, it's got extra speed an' stuff, he said, glancing about at the mirrors, but there's a couple of cop cars behind us, and they wouldn't be too happy if we just shot off, 'cause 120 miles per hour is way over the speed limit.Awww, come on, Cyborg! Gar begged, looking excited. Just do it! You know you wanna! It's not like the cops can catch you or anything!I know that, he retorted, glaring at the green boy via the rearview mirror, but this isn't exactly a common model of car, and it wouldn't take the cops too long to find out who owns it and send a big fat ticket to the Tower.And in this state, the fine is calculated based on how fast above the speed limit you're going, Robin elucidated. You try paying off a three-hundred-dollar ticket. He shook his head, smiling ruefully. Mr. Way—Batman had to take care of one of those once after trying out a new feature in the Batmobile. He wasn't real happy about it.Batman? You're friends with Batman? Crystal asked, surprised.
Well, yeah! I'm his sidekick! Don't you watch the news?Superheroes and their ilk are very rarely credited in the mass media, she said quietly. Remember that we Mutants, for instance, haven't been out in the open for too long, and humans in general tend to be paranoid and distrustful of anything they don't understand.Isn't that the truth! Starfire exclaimed. When I first arrived on Earth, I could not understand why everyone I saw avoided me. I knew not to fly, since I saw no humans doing that, and my clothing—though unlike the humans'—was not as different as some I saw, and my golden skin and crimson hair certainly could not have been more unusual than any of the other colours of humans on the street.
Crystal nodded. She certainly doesn't look as freaky as some of the ganguro wandering around Toukyou she said softly, one eye twitching.
Gar shrugged. Well, no, actual yellow isn't really a normal human skin colour, he said. Of course, neither is green, so who am I to talk? Your skin certainly looks better than mine.
She smiled, becoming even more beautiful for a split-second. Thank you. Robin felt an uncharacteristic, and quickly-repressed, surge of jealousy.
Crystal was still murmuring, and Starfire suddenly perked up and leaned forward. Ah, rakan mandetiru Minfo? Izranas! Kormir ondo 'tsah kokish-aluwan airistre-nal dsaru mandetiru Raven turned slowly and gave her an odd look, and Crystal spooked as if just returning to attention.
she asked, giving the princess a blank stare.
You're fluent in Minfo? Raven asked at the same time.
Well, of course! Starfire exclaimed. Minfo is a very common language throughout the universe, especially among the Sekhtali and their allies. It is only sensible for a member of the royal family to be trained in many forms of communication. I can even comprehend the light-language of the Tkachronki, though of course I cannot—Minfo is used as a galactic trade language? Raven mused. How very unexpected. Yet it makes sense. It is the only true universal' language, being the tongue of beings that have existed since before CreationWas I talking in Minfo again? Crystal asked, seeming a touch guilty for some reason. Sorry, I do that sometimes My powers are purely psionic, but I can sometimes amplify their effects by chanting as if casting a spell.A spell? Starfire queried.
That's right, Raven explained. Many of the people in Azarath were sorcerers of one type or another, and since Minfo is the language ofwell, everything, I heard it often whenever they used magic.Were you casting a spell? Vic asked, giving Crystal a suspicious look.
she said, then giggled nervously. you wouldn't mind, would you? he responded. What kind'a spell?Greater Teleport?Oh, for crying out loud—! he huffed. C'mon, be patient, won't you? It's not like the world is gonna end before we get to Sunnyside! Look, fine, I can take this next exit and get onto the tollway, which goes right there but has a booth. Anyone got change?Oh, I'll pay for speed, Crystal said quickly. She dug in a pocket of her black leotard and fished out a pair of quarters. Ah, shit, is this all I have? FuckI'm gonna have to find a job She dropped the coins into Vic's outstretched hand, and he deposited them in a tray on the dashboard.
Money is such an inefficient currency, Starfire commented quietly. With trade, values of objects stay the same and do not blow up. Gar asked, utterly confused. Oh, you mean inflate. Some words aren't always interchangeable in English, Kory. It's a stupid language.
As the next few minutes passed, filled with advice to Koriand'r about the proper use of English, Raven lifted her hands and silently stared at the golden rings that had once been worn by the demigoddess Azar. They were symbolic, symbols of the strength of peace and love that had raised Raven and were still with her despite her fiendish heritage, but beyond that, they had always held a mystical energy. Could Azar, long-since ascended to an existence beyond mortal comprehension, lend Raven help? There was only one way to find out. The dark-haired empath sighed, leaned back in her seat, and completely relaxed her body and mind. With hardly an effort, she pushed her soul/consciousness out from her body, into the void. She was unaware that the chatter in the T-Car had stopped, all her teammates staring in horrified silence at the bird-shaped cloud of shimmering darkness that had escaped the pale body and disappeared through the roof of the vehicle.
Oh, shit, Crystal whimpered. Did Raven just die?
Robin shook himself. No, no, she's just astrally projecting, he explained quickly, though he was as pasty as anyone. Dammit, though, it always freaks me out to see her do that.Does she often do stuff like that? Crystal wondered.
Oh, Raven's got lotsa freaky powers, Vic explained. I dunno if she told you or not, but she'sNot so loud, he admonished, wincing as his electronic left ear squealed in feedback. Raven's mother, Arella, is human, but her father is Trigon, some nasty dude who's apparently overlord of Hell or something like that. Crystal mumbled. Holy fuckYou've heard of him? Robin queried.
Um, sort of, she explained. my friends and I We used to play a lot of Dungeons & Dragons, and sometimes we, uh, really played it. I don't mean like LARPing, I mean spellcasting. Selinda's a quantakinetic, Baran's some kind of tank, Rasha is a sorceress It was really cool when we could duplicate stuff that was in the PHB or the Psionics Handbook, but we did find out some stuff, likelike the fact that forces beyond mortal comprehension not only exist, but interfere in the affairs of this world from time to time.Forces like Trigon? Vic asked.
Forces like Cthulhu, she hissed, her face tight. After that, wegenerally stuck to dice-rolling. She sighed, giving herself a shake. So Raven's a Half-Fiend But a good one, not evil?From what we know of her history, Robin explained, Arella, her mother, was forced to breed with Trigon by some cult that worshipped him. Arella ran away from them and was taken in by a woman named Azar, whom I believe is some kind of demigoddess. Raven was born and raised in an alternate dimension, Azarath, and learned to use her inborn powers to help others. She fights against Trigon as staunchly as anyone, and is part of the reason the Teen Titans originally formed. Crystal said simply.
The taxi came to a stop. This's as far as I can take ya, the driver, Dougie, said. I think there's a ferry station down past there. He pointed at a lightpost perched on the embankment, and turned to face Selinda, who was staring out the passenger's-side window at the gleaming T-shaped pillar of glass and steel. That'll be $30.56, eh? she said, shaking herself and glancing at him. D'you take credit cards?No, sorry.Oh. Well, then. Here— She counted out the requested price from among the cash Deathstroke had provided, accepted the change, and exited the cab. Her companions followed, and Dougie gave them a friendly wave and took off.
A Canadian cab-driver, Gizmo muttered. What the deuce! Baran shot him an odd look.
Jinx bent over and took off her sandals, slipping them carefully into the rucksack slung over one shoulder. She started down the pebbly slope toward the edge of the San Francisco Bay, taking an occasional glance over her shoulder to see if anyone on the street was paying attention. The few who wandered by seemed oblivious, so she gestured to the others and they followed her down to the water's edge.
Take my hands, she said, and Shimmer and Mammoth did so. Gizmo stood back, looking at them in a manner that suggested he thought they were bug-nuts and did little to conceal the fact that he was clearly confused but didn't want to show it. Oh, come on. Hold his wrists if you don't want to touch his hands, Jinx huffed.
What the hell are you doing? he snapped. If you think I'm gonna take off my shoes and join in some stupid hippie flower-ring, you're sadly fucking mistaken.What the hell is your problem? Baran growled, but Jinx cut him off.
Fine, be that way. Complete the circle, you two, she directed, and took a deep breath— Suddenly they were across the Bay, standing on the neat path that led up to the giant steel doors of the Titans' Tower between two patches of carefully-tended flowers, still damp from what had apparently been a heavy rain the night before.
Yeah, let the little ponce be, Shimmer told her brother. If he's as smart as he claims to be, he'll figure out that he's gotta cooperate with us or be left in the dust. Gizmo jumped up and down in frustration on the other side of the water, his angry screams and insults unable to carry even over the surface of the liquid. Then he fiddled with something on his forearm, and a long steel beam rose from his backpack, extended a set of rotors, and bore him into the air. He 'coptered across the arm of the Bay, taking much longer than the other three had, and finally dropped to the ground near them.
Next time, why don't you SAY you're gonna teleport us, instead of just being such a tacit jerk! he snapped.
Now, look here, Selinda said angrily, dropping to a crouch in front of him, Deathstroke and Headmistress Renton sent us on this mission to accomplish something. They expect us to work together, got that? If you can't effectively work as part of a team, you can leave right now.And don't forget, Baran put in, that the three of us combined could easily kick your li'l American ass.Oh, I don't think it will come to that, Shimmer said firmly. Will it, Gizmo? He scowled.
No, I can probably kick the big lug's ass by myself, he muttered.
Shimmer harrumphed. Is that so? Without even a gesture, she transformed the steel machinery in the angry teen's backpack and laced through his bodysuit into wood. He yelped in surprise, probably unaware of the nature of the change but definitely feeling the sudden difference in density. I'd rather not anyone find out the hard way if you can't.I hate PKs, Mammoth grumbled. Kid's probably the type that would kill other PCs in an RPG if they looked at him funny.Hey, just because my characters are always the most powerful Gizmo snapped.
So it's TRUE! Baran dropped the bag of weapons to the ground with a loud CLINK and shook his fist.
No wonder he was never in our group, Jinx mused. Nobody at school wanted to inflict a player like that on anyone else.
Selinda let Gizmo's toys revert to their metal state and looked around. Well, there's the door, she observed. I suppose we could approach this like a dungeon crawl. Baran, d'you want to get started by kicking in the do— She was cut off by a hail of gunfire from above and shrieked, throwing herself to the ground. Jinx leapt behind Baran, who spread his arms to block all the bullets aimed at her, and Gizmo let out a muttered word that seemed to scorch the air for a split-second.
When did we wander into Shadowrun! Jinx wailed, cowering. Mammoth grunted as bullets bounced off him; none caused more than a scratch, but it was still uncomfortable.
I'll Shadowrun' you, Mike snarled, keying in a combination on the numberpad on his forearm. Four long, spindly metal legs sprouted from his backpack and planted themselves into the ground, bearing him up like some kind of mechanical amputee spider. He hit another button, and a barrel popped up from his shoulder-mount; a rocket-propelled grenade shot out with a mighty hiss and puff of smoke, streaking upward. It curved around the side of the Tower and impacted where they couldn't see, sending shards of steel and glass in all directions. The gunfire paused only a moment, then resumed, from a clearly-different position. Not that it was at all easy to tell its origin.
What the fuck! the adolescent artificer hissed, firing another missile. This one also turned past the corner of Titans' Tower, but then arced back to one side, suddenly exploding in midair where there was clearly no target.
Jesus Christ! Gizmo yelled. These are heat-seeking smart grenades! How the fuck can they be fooled?Cast a spell, Jinx! Mammoth bellowed. Something that ignores concealment, like Magic Missile! A bullet bounced off his metal headpiece; he instinctively reached up and felt a sizable dent. GORRAMIT, YOU HIDDEN WANKER! THIS THING WAS FUCKIN' HARD TO MAKE!Ignores concealment, Jinx said quickly, racking her memory. Ah, Hell, what did Crystal say was? Oh, right She reached up, concentrated on where the bullets were coming from, and intoned, Makuitrèm, isaal'ut kani alimetu! Five shafts of light collected around her and shot off in that direction, swinging around the corner of the Tower and upward. However, she only heard four of the twinkly sounds that meant the missiles had connected. Son of a bitch, she swore in Bengali, then called out, I think the bastard has spell resistance!How could he? Shimmer wondered. Not many people realise that magic actually exists in this world! She dived to the ground and rolled up to the door, ninja-fashion, and stared up at the heavy steel plates comprising it. Baran? Come here!Stay behind me, luv, he grunted at Jinx, and edged his way over to his sister. Gizmo continued to swear while firing more missiles, all of which detonated—seemingly randomly—in flight.
Boot the door! Selinda barked, and he was about to do so, but a shrieked reference to mammalian reproduction from Gizmo's direction made the huge youth glance back just as an apple-sized orb of checkered metal landed at his feet. Jinx cried something disturbingly similar to what the teen artificer had said, followed by a word that was definitely not English, as Mammoth snatched the grenade from the ground as fast as he could and hurled it into the Bay, straight over the fleeing Gizmo's head, who barely noticed in his haste to retreat that the weapon had passed closer to him. The grenade went off just before hitting the surface of the water, but the explosion seemed incredibly tiny andspherical.
Jinx dropped to her knees, panting. vara! That's a stupid-ass defence system to have—something that would destroy your own—What'd you do, Tal Rasha? Mammoth asked, using her gaming handle'. Something to the grenade? she said, still catching her breath—Gizmo was now dodging more grenades and what looked like shuriken— Otiluke's Resilient Sphere?But you quickened it, Shimmer pointed out. That couldn't have been normal casting time.Oh? Well, that's great, I guess, she said.
Which means you're not a sorcerer, luv, Baran said.
She sighed. Whatever. Why are we worrying about this now? There's some psychotic auto-defence system that's gonna kill us all!Hang on! Selinda whispered suddenly. sensing Psi residue in the area. I—I think Crystal's been here!That's great, Shimmer, but at the moment we need to— Gizmo cried. I've been keeping track of the bullets this fucker's been shooting at us, and based on maximum human carrying capacity, he can't have more than one or two clips left! He's gotta be almost out of ammu—
Raven's spirit-self sighed. Where was Azar? Time had no meaning in the Astral Plane, so she had no idea how long she had been absent from her body. Would the others wake her if?
RAVEN?
She spun around, glancing among the star-like specks surrounding her for the voice. Can it be? Yes, I am here!
ULKATAI SENSE YOU HAVE GROWN BOTH IN BODY AND SPIRIT SINCE LAST WE MET. The use of her truename, unknown to all but a few souls in the entire Multiverse, filled her with warmth and comfort that made her feel as safe as a child in the womb.
Metrion! she called, and from between the silvery stars formed a hulking shape of crystal and steel and light. The great beast regarded her kindly, its gemlike eyes glittering, and reached out to touch her in an astral greeting.
So why are you here? I thought you had returned to your home plane, she thought at him.
I HAD, BUT MY CRUSADE IS NEVERENDING, he responded. He did not truly speak in this form; his voice simply echoed in her mind, like telepathy. I MUST FOIL THE MACHINATIONS OF CHAOS WHEREVER THEY APPEAR.
I understand. Do you know where Azar is?
AH, AZAR. I HAVE NOT SEEN HER FOR NEARLY A FULL TURN OF THE WHEEL. HOWEVER, I BELIEVE THAT SHE HAS FOUND A PLACE AMONG THE HEAVENLY REALMS.
She has? So she truly has become a goddess? Raven was filled with elation. All the better to defeat Trigon!
INDEED. BUT I MUST ASK, WHY DO YOU SEEK HER?
The young empath sighed. There have beenon my world recently. Terrible, senseless acts that I have no doubt have some evil force behind them. I seek Azar's counsel on what my comrades and I face.
FEAR NOT, YOUNG ULKATA, Metrion told her. HELP LIES CLOSE BY, CLOSER THAN YOU THINK. ALREADY THINGS ON YOUR PLANE HAVE BEGUN TO MOVE. YOU WILL BE ABLE TO FIND THE KNOWLEDGE YOU SEEK, AND ALLIES IN THE FIGHT AHEAD, AT THE POINT WHERE YOUR FRIENDS ARE HEADING WHILE WE SPEAK.
Friends Raven mused, with a slight smile. Can you believe I used to think I would never have friends? that I didn't deserve them?
I BELIEVE YOU NEVER FULLY THOUGHT THAT. Metrion's form rippled in the manner Raven had come to associate with smiling. BUT, AS YOU KNOW, OUR TIME TOGETHER GROWS SHORT. WE BOTH HAVE MUCH TO DO.
True, true. I'll take my leave of you now, Metrion. It was very good to see you again.
AS IT WAS TO SEE YOU. TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF, ULKATA, AND NEVER FORGET WHAT YOU HAVE LEARNED
Raven sat up. Vic was slowing down, scanning the street, and Gar cried out There's one!I see it, the cyborg responded, flicking on the turn signal and switching the mounting of the wheels to make it easier to parallel-park.
Welcome back, Crystal said to the passenger on her right. Find anything useful?Oh, this and that, Raven murmured nonchalantly. Crystal suddenly glared at Victor.
What—? Did you just roll sideways into the spot? That's cheating!It's easier than the normal method, and I don't have to worry about nickin' anyone's Beamer this way he pointed out.
But it's not fair! she huffed. God, I want a car like this.Well, we'll see. Gar, feed the meter, will ya?I did it last time! Why can't you do it? You had money for the tollbooth!Most of which wasn't mine to start with. You're the rich kid here. Deal with it.Make Robin do it. He's got more cash on him than I do, the green boy muttered.
Someone do it! People are dying here! Crystal demanded.
Fine, fine Gar mumbled, climbing over Starfire and hopping down out of the car. How long d'you think we'll be here?An hour, tops Vic wondered, glancing at his comrades.
Make it two, Crystal said. I don't know why, but I just have a very odd feeling about all thisWait, I thought of something. If it's a school, won't we need some kind of permission to go in and look around? Robin asked, his face a bit concerned beneath the mask.
Hmm. Good point. Crystal reached up and snapped her fingers. Not if they can't see us. Let's go.
The Teen Titans set off up the gently-sloping lawn to the concrete-and-brick edifice, which had large brass letters announcing SUNNYSIDE SENIOR HIGH SCHOOL' in an outdated font over every entrance. Crystal took hold of one of the door-handles and pulled. Damn! It's locked!Well, can't you use your powers to— Gar began, but trailed off as a pair of female students popped out through the door, chatting animatedly yet vapidly about fashion and hot celebrities. —never mind.In, quickly! Crystal directed, holding the door open as her companions rushed in. One of the preps jostled against the invisible Starfire, and looked back in disgust, but saw nothing, so rolled her eyes and continued down the steps. She stood on tiptoe, glancing about through the seething mass of adolescents. Good Lord, makes me happy I dropped out of high school. All these people She stole a peek over her shoulder at Robin. Actually, come to think of it, how come you guys aren't—?
Raven shook her head, staring off in one direction. This way, she directed, steering Crystal down the hallway. Library's on the first floor.And be careful, guys, Crystal suggested as the others followed. Nobody else can see or hear us, but we'll still be solid if we bump into some— She sucked in her breath as a harried-looking teacher carrying armloads of paper nearly collided with Kory, who this time shot straight up into the air rather than risk being run into. Smart girl, she murmured.
The library may have been only on the first floor, but it felt like it took more than a mile of twisting, packed corridors until they reached a pair of large swinging doors, through the windows of which could be made out a set of electromagnetic gates. Good, we're here, Raven said, pushing through the doors. Crystal quickly dispelled the invisibility so the exhausted-looking people seated at a table piled with books wouldn't think they were losing their minds. However, not one of them looked up from the texts they were poring.
After a moment, one of them—a roguishly handsome, dark-haired boy—stifled an enormous yawn and slumped back in his chair. Good God, my eyes! he muttered. Crystal twitched, for he and his study-buddies were shockingly familiar to her. The youth glanced at the girl collapsed on the table next to him and let out a mirthless chuckle. Holy shit, even Winona's asleep, and we KNOW how much she loves reading! This is insane.Zane, that's a half-hour detention, said the eldest in a soft British accent, turning the pages of his giant musty tome.
You forget, said the cute blonde across the table from Zane, Nigel's still a teacher.
Zane sighed. Oh, right, he muttered, scrubbing a hand through his already-tousled hair, I always feel like he's one of us, especially when we pull these all-nighters. His neighbour was snoring slightly. Hey, Win, wake up, he said, gently poking her.
Huh? M—Mom? I'm up, I'm— The girl, with one cheek as red as her hair from where it had been leaning on her creased sleeve, looked around and took stock. Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to—
Nigel—who was obviously the librarian—took off his glasses and rubbed his face with his hands. No, no, it's quite all right, he said in a voice hoarse from lack of sleep as he shut his book. I'm beginning to think that we've exhausted the resources currently available to us. Crystal whispered, the oddest expression on her face as she looked at the tall teacher, who was now stretching his arms and legs as he strode around the table. Buffy? Xander? Willow? No wayWhat are you going on about now? Gar asked, just as Nigel the librarian noticed them and gave a start.
Oh, heavens, he said. Terribly sorry. What did you— He stared hard at them, then walked back around the table to retrieve his glasses. I'm—so sorry. Are you new here? I hadn't heard of any transfer stu—No, no, we're not students—here, Crystal said quickly. Um, we, just, uh, were told that this library is the best in the area. When it comes to—erm, school libraries, anyway. See, we're doing research for a school project—
The blonde rose from her seat. she said. And it's just coincidence that people asas you just happened to walk into the library of Sunnyside— the redhead, Winona, said, a slightly scandalised expression on her face. Yes, Crystal thought, she's definitely every bit as cute as Aly Hannigan
Britnie shook her head and brushed hair from her face, leaning on the table. N—nothing. Sorry, guys. I'm just so tired lately—can't seem to— She cut off suddenly as she stretched, the colour draining from her face. 'Scuse me. I've gotta go puke— And she dashed from the room. Nigel looked quite taken aback.
What was—?
Raven put a hand to her mouth as she watched Britnie rush by. Oh, Azar—I think she's— Robin asked. Raven lowered her gaze, looking sad.
That poor girl, was all she said.
Yeah, something's definitely up, Winona remarked quietly to Zane. Did you notice she asked for my hot dog the other day at lunch?
Zane glanced at her. So? You never eat the school hot dogs anyway, 'cuz they don't use the delicious all-beef Kosher kind.Neither does Britnie. She hates hot dogs. Don't you remember hearing her sayWinona, Zane, please, Nigel said. It's clear that these people have very important questions— he turned back to face them— and, we can only hope, some answers.What makes you say that? Crystal asked.
He made an idle gesture. Sorry, sorry. We've just all been running on adrenaline for the last eighteen hours—very odd occurrences, as you probably noticed—you're from the City, I take it?Yes—how did you— Crystal stopped as she glanced down at her T-shirt, which bore ALCATRAZ PENITENTIARY SWIM TEAM' across the front in large letters. Um. Nem'mind.Have you been researching the earthquakes? Raven asked, stepping forward. Nigel seemed a touch taken aback, but she continued, It's all right. We're well aware, as it seems you are, that something decidedly unnatural has happened in the last few days.Oh, I don't know, it's actually quite Nigel began.
I'm a witch, Raven explained, she's a psion, he's cybernetic, he's a shapeshifter, and she's an alien. Don't worry about freaking us out with knowledge of the paranormal.I—I see. Well—erm, that is—well, then— Nigel took off his glasses, polished them extensively on his shirt, and cleared his throat. That, eh, clears a few things up. Now, then, what was it you neededWe need all the information you have on Ferozandaakhi and Kaman-Dûl, Crystal stated. Who they are, what they are, and why they've decided to pop out of the earth like strippers from a birthday cake.And throw in some dirt on Lord Voldemort while you're at it, Gar added, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
Robin said, glaring at his friend through the corners of his eyes. The Changeling snorted.
What do you know about Lord Nigel began, then shook his head. No matter. No matter. Yes. Ferozandaakhi and Kaman-Dûl. Powerful archfiends, both of them. I'm afraid, though we have background aplenty on them, their followings, and their powers, nothing I have states how or why they both broke free within the last two days. There's no demonic festival, no eclipse, no portent of— Raven whispered. Two archfiends loose on Earth, wreaking chaos She appeared even paler than normal.
Yeah, this Furz—Faroz—Farza—thingy is a real bastard, Zane commented, ignoring the looks from Winona and Nigel for his choice of phrasing. I was half-asleep through most of what I read, but from what I saw, he seems like some kind of ickiness-demon.Aren't they all like that? Britnie asked quietly, reappearing at the door. Always with the slime and the tentacles, the virgin-blood sacrifices. They're all the same. I'll be happy to take a crack at him as soon as you've found out how to kill the guy.Britnie, please don't be so flippant, Nigel said. Ferozandaakhi is nothing like the monsters and vampires you've slain so far. He's a demon prince, an archfiend, lord of one of the levels of Hell. His power is so great as to be almost—Wait. He can't be a demon AND a devil, Crystal asserted.
Why not? Britnie asked, hopping up onto the checkout desk. She was still quite pale, and looked like she needed a good sleep and something to eat.
Demons are chaotic evil; devils are lawful evil, the psychoarcanist explained. I wouldn't normally be making such comments, but my line between fantasy and reality has been seriously blurred of late.
Nigel chuckled. Dungeons & Dragons. How cute. Well, if you want to be quite accurate, I think Ferozandaakhi's more neutral evil than lawful or chaotic. He's most likely a powerful Daemon. Possibly a Demodand, but I think it's unlikely that— He stopped short, looking down at the psychic teenager suddenly clinging to him.
Crystal squealed, squeezing him tighter. You use their real names instead of calling them Yugoloths'! I love you, Giles!Er, I— What? He attempted to pry her off, and she obligingly let go. Who's Giles?Oh! Ah, I mean, Nigel! I'm so— Crystal's hands flew to her face. Ohmigod, I'm sorry! I never introduced myself! Gesturing at herself, and each of her companions, in turn, she explained, My name is Crystal. That's Raven, Gar, Kory, Robin, and Victor. he said, cleaning his glasses a second time. I'm the librarian here, Nigel Robertson. The young lady behind you is Britnie, and seated at the table are Zane and Winona. Each of the named nodded or lifted a hand.
Man, I don't get it, Zane said, shaking his head. I can hardly flap an R' in Spanish, and Nigel goes on about Furzo—Fazakh—maah like he's been saying it all his life.Um, yeah. Speaking of Kaman-Dûl and Furz—Frazz—geh—Los Dos Bastichos'— Gar squeezed out, what do you guys know about what's going on? Seems to me we should compare notes. He strode over to the table and lowered himself into the chair Britnie had occupied.
Zane tried not to stare, as he clearly had not had a good view before of Gar's unusual complexion. Winona smiled nervously and stuttered a few times before uttering, I—I like your skinYeah, thanks, he said noncommitally, lacing his fingers behind your head. I like your hair.
She looked very embarrassed for some reason. I bet you get that a lot.So, are you a You know Zane asked, giving Gar a significant look.
A what? A Mutant?Mutant? Aw, no. A—you know—He's not a demon, Zane, Britnie said, sliding off the counter and slowly approaching the group with her arms folded tightly, as if she were cold. Nigel immediately went to her side and took hold of her wrist, looking down at his watch.
You've lost weight, he said quietly as he measured her pulse. Now, Britnie, if I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times. You are NOT unfit. Just because the rail-thin girl on the cover of the fashion magazine has purged herself back to her birth weight doesn't mean— He sighed and shook his head. I've told you, don't even think of going on a weight-loss diet. You need to keep your strength up if you're to—
Britnie yanked her wrist from his grasp. Yeah? You may be my Warden, Nigel, but that doesn't make you an R.N.!Well, actually, yes it does, he muttered. The Wardens' Council makes each member pass a strict set of— she cried in frustration, throwing her hands in the air. As she stalked to the table where her friends were seated, the library doors burst open to admit a dressed-to-the-nines young woman who, to Crystal's mind, looked suspiciously like Charisma Carpenter.
What are you guys doing in here? she demanded. It's pizza day! Why aren't you down in the cafeteria enjoying the delicious break from school food? Zane called, grinning widely to mask his obvious discomfort. Is it—is it really that late already? Man, time sure flies when you're up all night researching moldy Babylonian demon-gods! He sent a glare at Nigel's back.
Batrachian, not Babylonian, the librarian corrected. Zane threw his hands in the air.
No joke, Cady, Winona said with a rueful smile. Nigel has us on double-research duty.Well, I'm glad I'm not in your shoes, then, Cadence said airily, and glanced at Winona's footwear. Though I'm proud of you, Winona, for at least looking at the cover of Cosmo when you're in the supermarket checkout.Damn, Cadence, can't you leave her alone? Britnie snapped. Cadence drew back, looking shocked.
Well, someone clearly needs their nap, she said, affront exuding from her almost as strongly as her Klein-or-knockoff perfume. Why don't I just leave you to that? She spun on her heel and stalked from the library.
Winona said, starting to rise from her chair.
What? I'm fine. Just—not in a good mood today.It can't just be from lack of sleep and a good breakfast, Nigel mused. You've spent nights researching with me before, and never before come off this—er, tired. He glanced around and leaned closer to her. Could it be we're approaching Britnie grumbled.
Beg pardon?I was supposed to start yesterday. Nothing. No cramps or anything. Raven sighed and shook her head sadly. Britnie glanced up at her.
What's wrong?I just feel so sorry for you Raven said. I could tell. I'm an empath. I can read auras.Well? Is there something wrong with me?I'm afraid so, the dark-caped girl sighed. It seems you're pregnant.