Before we get started, who has seen the final episode? Well, in honor of that episode, I'm giving you a very (kinda) special treat: TWO CHAPTERS IN ONE DAY! And on the topic of that EPIC finale, there's something I wanna say:
Gravity Falls isn't over. There will still be the Fandom, with its fantastic fanart and fanfiction, right!? And (hopefully) therories! And rewatches! And the Shorts! Maybe even some fan animation! AND THE JOURNALS THAT ARE COMING OUT THIS YEAR! This CANT be over. It will NEVER be over, NOT FOR AS LONG AS I LIVE! FOR AS LONG AS THE FANDOM LIVES! GF WILL ALWAYS AND FOREVER BE THE SINGLE BEST TELEVISION SHOW IN THE HISTORY OF EVERYTHING!
Spread the word, the happiness, the joy, and the love of GF, so that it NEVER DIES!
Transcendence Rebels
Chapter 15
Two figures swathed in black stalked over the low rooftops of Gravity Falls to their assigned destination, crossbows strapped to their backs.
"Nearly there." One of them said, her female voice a harsh whisper, muffled slightly by the cloth mask covering their lower face.
"I know, Lav. I can see too." Lavendyr grinned an unseen smile.
"Vereyu, you never cease to amaze me with your smart-ass personality."
"Why thank you." She replied sarcastically. Her face turned serious. "We're here." Lavendyr snorted.
"Oh, the irony." Vereyu was confused.
"The irony of what?"
"The irony of you stating the obvious after telling me off for doing so." The spy explained.
"That's called being hypocritical." She corrected.
"Ah, right. Anyways, remember. One soldier each, shoot to injure, not to kill." Vereyu nodded.
"I'll be across the street."
"Got it. Now go." Lavendyr ordered, and the other blonde obeyed. The spy settled into position, watching the street.
"I hope Pacifica and Marcus do their bit without getting caught." She whispered to herself. It would be fantastic if they could pull off this mission without a hitch.
A glimmer of gold caught her eye. She glanced up, and saw Vereyu get into position across the street, the sun glinting off their golden rebellion pins. Why gold? It stands out against the black of their clothing. She only wished that they could have used real gold instead of the cheap paint they stole.
Lavendyr smiled, and signaled the older blonde to shoot at will.
For herself, she studied the guards below. One seemed to be the commander, the self-made leader of the current group down there.
Perfect.
She unstrapped her crossbow.
There was a soft twang, and a guard went down with an arrow in his shoulder. She looked up to see Vereyu backing up out of sight. It was her shot that took down that soldier.
The spy smiled a lopsided grin as she pulled an arrow out of her quiver and clicked it into the notch of her crossbow. She pulled back the string until it clicked and she aimed.
And fired.
Pacifica eased through the market crowds, muttering false information to herself about Gideon's grip slipping. As if she was complaining silently about it. Several heads turned her way as she did so, but none cared to comment. Except for one.
"Is it true?" Someone behind her asked. She turned, pleading that no-one would recognize her in the illusion Qual put on her. Just her, not Marcus, who was naturally unnoticeable.
"Sorry?" Pacifica asked as she took in the stranger. He was a black-skinned fishmonger, wearing blue overalls over an orange shirt.
"I said, is it true? Is Gideon no longer protecting us?" She nodded.
"I'm afraid so."
"So the soldiers are slacking off, there are monsters everywhere, and even Gideon can't control them." Several people started to pay attention.
"Yeah." Pacifica replied solemnly. Someone else spoke.
"Gideon can't control the soldiers or the monsters?"
"Both." Someone swore.
"What will we do!?" They cried. "We can't trust people who won't bother to protect us!"
This is going to be easier than I thought, Pacifica thought to herself.
"Wait!" The fishmonger shouted. "How do we know you're not lying?" He asked accusingly. Suddenly a soldier went down next to them.
"You see!?" She yelled. "They're even slacking on the job!" With this new information brought to light, no-one noticed that he was injured with an arrow in his shoulder.
The crowd screamed in fright, knowing that the only thing stopping monsters from attacking the townspeople was the amount of soldiers loitering about.
Another guard fell, this time a commander, an arrow in his thigh that no-one saw. Pacifica drew a dagger.
The crowd started to run for shelter, fearing the paranormal creatures that were sure to come.
In all the chaos, no-one saw Pacifica carve the rebellion's symbol into a wooden post.
Then she blended in with the terrified people running for their possibly-endangered lives. In truth, they were completely safe, their fear being their only danger. As she passed a public noticeboard, she noticed a community service volunteer sheet that looked like it had been up there for years. And it was completely empty of names.
An idea struck her.
Grabbing a pen, she quickly drew a small symbol and changed the meeting address and date.
"That should raise our numbers quite a bit. And with so little people volunteering for actual community service, there'll be no mix-up." A voice came from behind her. She whirled around to see Marcus looking at the edited sheet. Pacifica simply nodded.
"Yeah. That's what I was thinking when I did it. Now come on. Lavendyr and Vereyu should be waiting for us at the edge of town." She ordered.
And so they went, the slip of old paper slowly filling up with names behind them.