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Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Being more than a Simulacrum (Part 14)

[As a reminder,  Place, Joss, Jim, Tim, Zita, Felix, and Wade have met up in an online game where they're attempting to free a captured dragon.  This started last time.  Place and Joss are physically at the secret Yamanouchi ninja school in Japan having arrived the chapter before last.]

“You two are obviously cheating,” Jade Fire said.

“Aren't the important calculations handled server-side?” Joss asked.

“I think she's referring to us using using a custom interface,” Place said.

“Is there a rule against that?” Joss asked.

“No,” Place said.  “But other than not learning the default keybinds what could she possibly be talking about?”

Joss smirked.  “I'm sure that she uses only the most basic equipment.  A two button mouse, a keyboard, a monitor that tops out at six forty by four eighty.”

Place smirked back.  Joss had caught on quickly.  “She probably doesn't even use the default controls herself because those are similar to ones found in other games and heaven forfend that someone should take skills gleaned elsewhere and apply them here.  She must have some sort of randomizer that means she needs to learn a new set of controls for each new game.”

* * *

Jade took off her headset for a moment and looked at her setup.  A custom left handed mouse with eight main buttons and a thumb-stick.  It freed her entire right hand for the whole keyboard since the mouse and thumb-stick controlled looking and moving.  Several of the mouse's keys were bound to macros of her own design so that she could go from thought to in-game action faster than a non-customized setting would ever allow.

She put the headset back on.

* * *

“Maybe I spoke too soon,” Jade admitted.

Joss responded with “Ya think?”

“But you're still trying to steal what you didn't earn,” Jade said.

“And, do tell,” Place said, “if the good princess Enning has earned all of these things,”  Place gestured to the treasure, “why didn't she bring it to the castle herself?”

“Listen you miscreants--” Jade started.

“It seems awfully inefficient to earn all of this loot,” Joss said, “then leave it behind in some random place, and finally hire a bunch of misogynistic mercenaries to bring it to her home base for her.”

“Misogynistic?” Place asked.

“I will never repeat what that one,” Joss pointed to guard with a tree on top of him, “called me.”

“Look,” Jade said, “I'm sorry about the asshole but you're still thieves trying to steal her majesty's tribute and --”

“Tribute?” Place asked.  “You mean she didn't earn it but instead it's being given to her, just like how I got the sword of Elsanor?  I thought you said I didn't deserve it.”

“No more talk,” Jade said.  “You're both going down.”

* * *

“You think we'll catch him before he makes it to the dragon?” Jim asked Tim as they galloped down the path after a horseman who'd gotten away.

“Not sure,” Tim said, “beating the other three took a while.”

“He's got a lead,” Jim said.

“How do you think Zita and the others are doing?” Tim asked.

* * *

Felix tried to assess the situation.  It was more difficult than he expected.

What the odds were really depended on how you counted things.  Eleven of the sixteen guards remained unscathed, Wade had been damaged, Zita was running low on spell strength, Felix himself was at a bit of a loss regarding what to do, and the summoned creatures were downright scary.  Were they outnumbered eleven to three or more like twenty to two?

Felix didn't know.

He slashed a tentacle with his sword and, before he could even figure out which of the creatures the tentacle had belonged to, found himself in a sword fight.  One where he was hopelessly out matched.

* * *

Joss finished reading the item description of the scepter Leela Place had given her just as Jade began to charge.  Josh struck the scepter against the ground.  Cracks opened up, the earth fell away, and Jade was, at least, slowed down.

“Great work cousin,” Leela Place said to her.  “Let's get to the others.”

* * *

“These are the most infuriating knaves in the history of that word being used to mean 'newbie',” Jade grumbled.  Then she got to work climbing back up to what had once been ground level.

* * *

Jim looked at the three horses, and their riders, trapped in the liquefied sand of the path ahead of them.  “Something tells me we shouldn't take the road here,” he said to Tim.

“Yeah,” Tim said, “I get that feeling too.  No idea why though.”

Jim just snickered.

* * *

Felix was one hit away from losing when a lighting bolt blasted his opponent.

“Thanks, honey,” Felix said when he realized that Zita was the source of the bolt.  Then he searched the enemy for supplies.  A healing potion later and he was back in the fight.

Zita and Wade would be better able to defeat their actual enemies, he figured that the best contribution he could make would be dealing with the summoned creatures and stopping their opponents from ganging up on either Zita or Wade.

To that end he tried to find where he would be of most use and settled on the hovering Hell cuttlefish.

* * *

“We just need to find something to boost our speed stat,” Place said as she and Joss dug through the treasure.

“Check this out, cuz,” Joss said.

Place did.  It was a rug, a fairly intricate design, but she wasn't sure at first what purpose it served.  Unless it was going to teleport them to the fight, how could it help them provide backup to--

It was so obvious that Place had to force herself not to facepalm.  It was a magic carpet.  It wouldn't get there as fast as horses, but it'd be a lot better than walking or running.

“You left without saying, 'Good-bye,'” Jade said from behind them.  “It's rude.”

“You accused us o' cheatin' without even knowin' us,” Joss said.  “It's rude.”

“What she said,” Place said while pointing to Joss.

“Why all the running?” Jade asked.  “Afraid you can't win a straight fight?”

“This isn't a fight,” Place said.

“It's a prison break,” Joss said.  “You've no right to hold that dragon captive.”

“The dragon belongs to--”

“Her majesty the extraordinarily exalted elegant effervescent elite elevated extravagant Enning,” Place said, a bit bored with the whole thing.

“Excessive alteration much, cuz?” Joss asked.

“Ask Jade what her rank is if you want to know why,” Place said.  “Though I don't recommend it.”

“You're going to fight me.”

“Why?”  Place asked.

Jade was apparently at a loss, so Place added, “If it's Enning's dragon then why should you fight for it?  Why doesn't she show up herself?”

“She doesn't have to answer to the likes of you,” Jade spat.  Well, as well as one could spit words online.  Jade's microphone just wasn't up to picking up the contempt properly, but Place was pretty sure that Jade had spat the words in real life.

Place glanced at Joss who had laid out the carpet and looked ready.  “We'll just be going now,” she said.

* * *

“Zita,” Jim called.

“Felix,” Tim called.

“Wade,” They both called.

 “Sorry it took so-- Whoa!” Jim said.

There were eight enemy soldiers still in action, and seven summoned monsters.  Big ones.

Zita, Felix, and Wade were all noticeably damaged.

Felix was the first to respond.  He was standing on top of what looked to be a cross between an elephant and a sea anemone and he simply shouted, “Help me fight the monsters so they can focus on the bad guys!”

* * *

There were six soldiers.  They were battered and their horses were nowhere in sight.  Before them was a swirling void.

“Are you sure this time?” one asked.

“I'm sure,” another said.

“Because the last time--”

“I'm sure, alright?” the second shouted.

Then he said some pseudo-Latin and the swirling void disappeared.  “See,” he said; Place wasn't sure whether it was a command or a question.

The others cautiously approached what appeared to the an ordinary section of the road, where the void had been.  One stuck his sword through the now-voidless space.

None of them seemed all that enthusiastic about going forward.  Place wondered what had gone on the last time they'd tried to pass the trap, but it wasn't important at the moment.

The fact that they'd lost their horses and already been worn down was important.  It meant they'd be a lot easier to defeat than they should have been.  Easier than Jade for sure.

“Thanks,” Place said.  "We'd have had a hard time helping our friends free the dragon if you hadn't done that.”

Joss piloted the magic carpet passed the guards so that she and Place would be between them and the main battle.

“Come on,” One of the guards said, “they can't take us--”

“No,” another guard said.

The first guard seemed flustered by that.  “No?” he asked.

“I'm sick of this,” the guard who'd said, “No.” said.  “I thought that joining Ravenna Ening's guild would help me level up, help me make connections with other players, make things more fun.  But this?

“Guarding someone else's treasure, fighting someone else's fights?  This isn't fun.  And what do I get out of it?  A sword that's obviously a hand-me-down,” he dropped his sword, “the privilege of riding a horse that runs away, 'quests' that are 99% boring and 1% getting ambushed.  No.  I'm, done.”  And he walked away.

“You don't walk away from Princess Rav Enning's service!” the first guard shouted.

“You'll have more fun if you find better companions!” Place shouted to the departing ex-guard.

“Yeah, this game seems like a lot of fun if people don't mess it up for you,” Joss said.

“They still can't take all of us,” the first guard said to the other four.

The ex guard shouted back, “Did you notice she has the sword of Elsanor?” and then continued to walk away through the woods.

Place drew the sword.  She glanced at Joss.  Joss was back to having a dagger and a gold chain equipped.  Place followed Joss's lead and equipped a gold chain as well.  It might be a simple strategy --tangle the enemy swords in the chain; strike fast and hard with the sword of Elsanor-- but it stood a good chance of working as well this time as it had before.

* * *

Jade sifted through the treasure in the abandoned cart until she found what she was looking for.  Then she laid out that magic carpet, and commanded it to rise.  Once she was on her way she said, “I'm coming knaves,” as if her enemies could hear.

* * *

Zita sent a healing spell in Wade's direction and stole a glance at Felix.  He was making progress but things were not, on the whole, going well.

She and Wade were slowly wearing down their opponents, but then those same opponents were slowly wearing down Wade and her.

She couldn't summon any more dimensional portals, she was out of elemental spells, she was spent when it came to illusions.  At this point it was all on her sword-fighting ability, and in that arena odds that ranged from four-to-one to nine-to-one (depending on how well Wade was doing) were not particularly good odds.

It was made worse by the fact that her present opponent seemed to be a good strategist.  To keep from being outmaneuvered in the sword fight she was being forced into a more and more precarious situation with respect to the sword mages constantly trying to pick her off.

One in particular was really starting to worry her.  She'd been able to evade so far but it was only a matter of--

The mage was hit by an unconscious chimera and was out of the fight.  Now she could devote more of her attention to the swordplay.

Jim or Tim, she wasn't sure which, said, “Hika-bika-bo.”

Zita shouted, “Hoosha!”

Feint, lunge, backpedal, sidestep, and she'd gained the blade.  It was only a matter of time.

* * *

Leela Place had dropped the last of the guards, which meant that it was time for Joss to get the magic carpet flying again.  So she went to work on just that.

Leela Place said, “I thought the cart you're supposed to be guarding was way back there.”

Joss looked, it was Jade again.  Joss followed her cousin's lead and said, “Our allies should be picking it clean as we speak.”

Jade threw a dagger.  Joss could see it wasn't going to hit her, and planned on ignoring the whole thing until she realized what it was going to hit.  The carpet was ruined.

“Oh come on!” Joss said.

Leela Place said, “Joss, check the stats on that knife.”  Joss picked up the dagger and looked at the item description.  She heard Leela Place say to Jade, “We're almost there anyway, taking out the carpet was a pointless waste of a good floor covering.  We'll walk from here.”

Joss was impressed by what she was reading about the item.  It had the longest description of any item she'd checked so far.  It could dispel magic, it could be used in any number of rituals, it also seemed to say something about--

“Joss time to go,” Leela Place said.

“Stop running and fight!” Jade shouted.

Joss followed Leela Place in running toward their goal.

* * *

Wade was feeling worse and worse about the outcome of this mission.  There'd been a moment of hope when Zita vanquished the enemy she was sword fighting, but afterward Wade and Zita were still outnumbered seven to two and their allies had their hands full dealing with the six remaining monsters.

Wade had no magic left in him, the same seemed to be true for Zita, Felix had slowed down considerably, and the twins, who'd only just arrived, were starting to show strain.

* * *

“Sorry we're late,” Place said; “we kept on getting interrupted.”

She rounded the unguarded back of the dragon-cart and assessed the situation.

Jim and Tim were fighting a large flying walrus.  Felix was faced off against an undead moose.  All three were distracted from their own fights by trying to keep four other creatures --a living oil monstrosity, a gryphon, a large slimy alligator-esque creature, and a tentacled mass with no apparent overall form-- from focusing on Wade and Zita.

Jim, Tim, and Felix were closer to the front of the cart, with Wade and Zita further back, closer to Place and Joss.

Wade was faced with three guards in plate armor and . . . barely managing to not get killed.  He wasn't even damaging them at this point.

Zita was fighting four and she was doing better than Wade, but it was clear that even if she took one or two with her she'd lose in the end.

“Help Wade!” Zita shouted.

Place headed off to do that when Joss grabbed onto her arm.  Place said, “We have to--”

“I know how to win,” Joss said.

“How?” Place asked.  Things were looking pretty bad.

Joss held up the dagger Jade had thrown at the carpet, “I did like you said.”

Place wasn't sure what to make of that, but that was when Jade showed up.

“No where to run knaves!” Jade shouted, she was close, but she hadn't rounded the cart yet, so she was out of sight.  When she did come into sight she obviously saw the fight that was going on because she said, “Damn.”

Place looked at Joss and said, “Whatever you're going to do, do it quickly,” then drew her sword, equipped a gold chain, and got ready to fight Jade.

Jade, for her part, stowed the magic carpet she'd been using and drew her sword.

* * *

The gryphon was starting to lose interest so Felix threw a rock at it.  Then he hid behind the zombie moose he was devoting most of his energy to fighting.

It seemed like a good idea, but a moment later --when the gryphon missed him and carried off the moose instead, leaving nothing between him and the other monsters-- Felix wondered if maybe hadn't thought that through quite as much as he should have.

As the slime alligator-thing started towards him he shouted, “Jim, Tim!  Help!”

Two things came flying out of the sky.  The first was a rock that the slime alligator-thing mostly ignored.  The other was a bottle that shattered in front of Felix.  Suddenly he was engulfed in impenetrable fog.

“Thanks!” Felix shouted.  He searched the nearby ground for a rock --not the easiest thing when he couldn't see-- and when he found one threw it where he thought he remembered the tentacle creature being.  Then started moving elsewhere in case it decided to retaliate.

* * *

Joss ran passed the combatants, her eyes scanning the cage on top of the giant cart as she did.  She ducked a pass by the gryphon, realized that one of the guards who had been fighting Wade had decided to follow her, and still hadn't found what she was looking for.  She kept running.

* * *

“So you're finally going to fight me?” Jade asked.

“Nah,” Place said.  “I'm going to pretend to fight you in order to distract you from what's really important.”

“Your mouth isn't going to get you out of this one,” Jade said as she approached with her sword drawn.

“I'm completely serious,” Place said.  “Today I'm a distraction.  Have been since before we met.”

Of course in the beginning there had been a plan that didn't quite have this ending in mind.  Right now she just had to trust that Joss's plan, whatever it was, would work.

* * *

“Come on; come on,” Joss said.  “Where's the--”

And then she saw it.

“--lock.”

It had been a bit of a gamble from the start, but she assumed that the cage hadn't been built around the dragon with the intention of being torn apart again once they delivered the dragon.  That meant some kind of door, even if the door was an entire side of the cage that could be removed.

A door meant a lock, otherwise the dragon would be able to push the door open and escape.

Now came part two of her gamble.  It made a certain amount of sense to her for what held the cage physically closed to also be what held it magically closed.  If that were true then the lock would also be, or at least be near, the heart of the magic that prevented the dragon from breaking out.

As she got closer to the lock she saw that the blue glow of the magic was strongest there.

She shoved the dagger into the lock.

At first nothing seemed to happen.

The guard that was chasing her caught up.

She dodged a swing from his sword, converted the dodge into a roll, pulled out her daggers and ended in a fighting stance at the guard's side.  The guard had to backpedal and spin to avoid being left open to attack and hit the cage.  The magic of the cage threw him forward, Joss dodged again, and commented, “I guess the spell does more than contain fire.”

In fact she'd hoped that was the case.  The problem was, her other hope wasn't working out.

The guard got up, took a different stance --one that seemed more serious to Joss-- and Joss resigned herself to needing to fight him.  Then she caught a hint of a blue flicker.

She backed up a bit and waited a moment.  It flickered again.  Then the blue glow stopped altogether.  The guard didn't seem to notice.  Joss, however, was pretty proud of herself and evaded the guard's charge by jumping into the dragon's cage.

“What the hell?” the guard said.

Joss moved to retrieve the dagger, only exposing her right arm on the outside of the cage.  Once she had it, she said, “The Emancipabo Dagger: dispels magic; gets a massive bonus when it's confining magic.”

“What?” the guard said.  It sounded more like an expression of confusion than an actual question.

“Cry freedom and let Jubilee echo throughout the land,” Joss said more loudly.  The dragon noticed her.  Good.  She jumped out of the cage.  She climbed back into the cage.  She climbed back out.  All while the dragon watched.

“Come on,” she said to the dragon, “you have to get this.”

The dragon let out a small, tentative, breath of fire.  The fire went through the cage bars above Joss's head.

“You got it now,” Joss said.

The dragon roared.

Joss figured that cutting through the cage would get her back to her friends more quickly than going around, so she did that.

* * *

Place had known that she'd lose in a straight fight with Jade, that's why she had been avoiding one, but now she was buying time for Joss and that meant fighting a losing battle.

Place had lost her chains.  Sure, she'd been able to tangle Jade's sword in them, but Jade just yanked really hard and Place had to let go for fear of being pulled into an attack.  The sword of Elsanor helped, but one high stat weapon was no match for Jade's level.  Jade had power Place couldn't hope to match and being at a higher level meant that she had access to moves and abilities Place didn't.

Dodging was meant to be the great equalizer, so a knave could, in theory, dodge as well as a level 99 übermensch, but fights were not won on dodges alone and Place was running out of stamina, energy, and any other stats that might matter.

Jade tricked her into dodging right into a downward strike --Place cursed herself for not seeing the feint for what it was-- and had to block.  The force of the blow knocked her to her knee.

Then she heard a roar.

“What?” Jade said as she looked to the cage.

Place looked too.  The dragon had been silent all this time, why was it making noise now?  Then it hit her.  Apparently it hit Jade too because she shouted:

“The flame shield is down!”

She needn't have bothered.  The dragon spewed fire above the battle a moment later, which did a much better job of letting everyone know.

Joss shouted, “Everyone regroup on me!”

It took Place a second to figure out where Joss was, and a moment longer to realize that Joss had run through the dragon's cage.

Place took a moment to check on the others.  Wade and Zita had used to the distraction to get away from the guards.  Jim and Tim let go of the flying walrus and managed to land on their feet.  Felix was already on his way.

Confident that the others wouldn't have any problem getting to Joss, Place ran to regroup herself.

“Get back here!” Jade said.

There was a horrible sound.  Place risked a look back at the cage and saw that the dragon was ripping the cage apart.

* * *

Joss didn't stop running until she was at the edge of the woods.  She just hoped that the dragon's AI was sophisticated enough to mark her as “friend”, along with the rest of her party.

When she looked back the cage was in ruins.  The oil creature was on fire, the gryphon was fleeing, and the guards had been scattered.  No sign of the flying walrus or the mass of tentacles.

The dragon was flying free.

Wade was the last to arrive.  “My character's running on fumes,” he said.  His digital avatar was showing signs of exhaustion.

“We won, though, right?” Joss asked.

“Yeah,” Zita said.  “We won.”

The dragon roared overhead.

“You're welcome!” Joss shouted.

“So, what did you do?” Leela Place asked.

“Kind of wondering that myself,” everyone looked to see Jade.  None of them were really up for a fight, but there were seven of them and only one Jade.

“Everyone, meet Jade Fire,” Leela Place said.  “Jade, meet Zita, Felix, Wade, Jim, and Tim.”

Leela Place didn't bother preparing for a fight.  She collapsed to the ground then found a tree to lean against.

“You really do know Zita Flores?” Jade said in what Joss assumed was shock.

“Doy,” Leela Place said.

“Jade actually gave me the key,” Joss said.  She showed everyone the dagger.  They passed it around, each of them looking at its stats, when it came back to Joss she offered it to Jade.  “I'm guessing you want it back, and I'm not up for fighting for it.”

“Keep it,” Jade said.  Then she sat down against a tree.  “This was one hell of a session.”

“I think we ruined her day,” Leela Place said.  Joss could tell Leela Place was trying not to laugh.

“Look on the bright side,” Jim said.

“With all of the other guards beaten or scattered,” Tim said.

“You can take whatever treasure you want from the convoy,” Jim and Tim said together.

“There's gotta be some good swag in there,” Felix said.

“Might as well,” Jade said.  “Princess Enning is not going to be happy or forgiving when she finds out we lost the dragon.”

* * *

Place looked around.  She looked at her friends: Wade, Felix, Zita, her brothers, her cousin --maybe even Jade, given that the girl had stayed around rather than run or fight.  She was starting to make connections of her own.  This was something Kim would never have done.  This was all hers.

Joss whispered something to Wade and then he said, “Yeah, I can do that.”

A moment later a disembodied voice said, “We got Ringo and Ronnie Wood gonna help us out on this one, too.”

Then the music started, Bob Dylan sang:
They say everything can be replaced
They say every distance is not near
So I remember every face
Of every man who put me here

Too many voices to identify sang in the chorus:
I see my light come shining
From the west down to the east
Any day now, any day now
I shall be released
. . .
* * *

“I like your taste in music,” Place said as she pulled off her circlet.  She was startled when there was someone standing over her in the real world, but she had enough control not to show it.

“Yori-san,” Place said.  “I wasn't expecting to see you out here.”

“I came to see if you were in need of anything Possible-san,” Yori said.  “Your eyes were glowing a most unusual shade of green.”

“Our eyes were glowing?” Joss asked.

Yori nodded.

Place closed her eyes.  “Yeah, one of the side effects of the VR method.  Sorry I forgot to tell you.  You should blink a bunch or just keep your eyes closed for a while.”

Place opened her eyes.  “Dry eyes are not happy eyes, you see.”

Yori offered her a hand, and she accepted the help getting up.  Then she offered Joss the same help.

The three began walking back to the main peak and the school.  Joss walked slightly ahead of Yori and Place.

“In addition to checking that you were well, Possible-san,” she said, “I wished to extend an offer to spar tomorrow.  It could be instructive to the students, would be entertaining to them even if it is not, and would give you an opportunity to practice your skills with partners who are not usually available to you.”

“If Hirotaka-san was any indication of the quality of Yamanouchi students,” Place said, “I believe I would lose quickly.”

“Perhaps, perhaps not,” Yori said.  “You will not be expected to answer until you have had a chance to sleep on it.  Part of why I came to meet you before you retired.”

Yori turned her attention to Joss, “The same offer is open to you as well, young Possible-san.”

“I . . . I don't know what ta say,” Joss said.

“You are not required to say anything,” Yori said.  “Was your meeting productive?”

“Um...” Joss was clearly lost.

“It was very productive,” Place said.  “We were able to remain in touch with three friends and two family members, meet a potential friend, and rescue an electronic dragon.”

“Your meetings sound a good deal more interesting than mine,” Yori said.

“Whether that's a good thing or a bad thing depends on the purpose of the meeting,” Place said.  “For my purposes today, meeting within an online game was productive.  In another situation it might be catastrophically wrong.”

“I was just along for the ride,” Joss said.

“She's being overly humble,” Place whispered to Yori.

“I can hear ya,” Josh said.

“Clearly my whispering technique could use some work,” Place said at a normal volume.

Yori actually laughed.

* * *

“You up yet cousin?” Joss asked Leela Place.

“I'm never up,” Leela Place said.  “If I ever claim to be awake it means I'm talking in my sleep.”

“You're a horrible liar,” Joss said.  “You're gonna miss breakfast if you don't get up.”

Leela Place grumbled, but eventually started moving to get up.  Josh said, “I'll leave you to make peace with mornin'; I'm gonna get some grub.”

* * *

Joss was wandering around in a way Yori interpreted as somewhat lost.

“Good morning Possible-san,” Yori said to Joss.

“Good morning Yori-san,” Joss said.  After a pause she asked, “Which way is breakfast?”

Yori smiled.  “This way, Possible-san.”

As she was leading Joss she asked, “Where is your cousin?”

“Uhh... comin' to grips with the fact that she needs to actually sleep sometimes if she wants ta be able to wake up in the mornin', I think,” Joss said.

Yori suppressed a laugh.  “An inability to recognize her own limitations is a trait she probably picked up from her sister.”

Joss nodded but she didn't seem to be fully paying attention.

“Yesterday she started talking about my team,” Joss said.

“I was unaware that you had a team,” Yori said.

“I don't,” Joss said.  “She was talking about my future team --if I decide to pursue world saving-- and suggested that it could include her brothers.”

“The composition of one's team is an important consideration,” Yori said.  While Yamanouchi tried to teach its students so that they would be able to operate alone, it was always considered a last resort.  In the field there were too many variables, and too many dangers, to be a lone operator.  Kim always had Ron and Rufus to watch her back.  Joss would need someone to do the same if she hoped to have success.

Joss remained silent.

“What's troubling you, Possible-san?” Yori asked.

“I want ta make a difference, and I'm willing ta put myself at risk ta do it,” Joss said, “but . . .”

When Joss was unable to complete her thought, Yori risked a guess, “You are less willing to put others at risk.”

Joss nodded.

They had reached the breakfast line.  Once they joined it --Joss ahead of Yori-- Yori said, “The desire to keep others out of danger is commendable, Possible-san.  However, you must also remember that respecting others' self-determination is important as well.

“What your cousins, any of them, do is up to them and not you.  Unless you think that they would be at notably greater risk than you would be, it would be unfair to deny them the choice you have made for yourself: whether or not to put oneself at risk,” Yori said.

Joss snatched rice and sushi from the lunch plate.

“If I'm team leader, though,” Joss said, “then isn't it my place. . .”

Yori had her own food, and Joss had yet to finish.

“In that case it would be your place to determine whether or not a given risk was too great for anyone on your team to take,” Yori said, “but again: it would not be your place to deny others a choice you give yourself.

“Obviously there are complications.  The same mission may not pose the same risk to two different people, and trying to gauge such a thing is inexact and difficult,” Yori said.  “Sometimes it is simple: I, for example, would be at far less risk undertaking a mission than one of my freshman students.  So a mission that would be an acceptable risk for me might not be for them.  Other times it is not so simple.

“If I needed to call on your cousin for help during her stay here, I would have great difficulty determining how much danger such a request could place her in.  It would be impossibly difficult to tell how that differed from sending her sister on an identical mission.

“There are no simple answers to these things, Possible-san,” Yori said.  “All of this is in the future, though, and dwelling on it will do you no favors.  There are more important questions you should ask.”

“Like what?” Joss asked.

“Do you trust the people who may be on your team?  Do they trust you?  Is that trust deserved?  Can you live with the mistakes that will inevitably be made?  Can they?  And most importantly of all,” Yori said, “what are you going to do today?”

Joss laughed.  “Is that truly most important of all?”

“There is nothing wrong with planning for the future,” Yori said, “but you must not let it distract you from the fact that you are always here, not there, and you are always living now, not then.”

“Thank you,” Joss said.

“So I've totally failed to drop any eaves,” Leela Place said as she joined them.  “Whatcha talking about?”

“I've been thinkin' 'bout what you said yesterday,” Joss said.

Leela Place asked, “What did I say yesterday?”

“About my team,” Joss said.

Leela Place closed her eyes.  A moment later she opened them and said, “Over dinner.”

“Yeah,” Joss said.

“Well . . . just remember that that was me talking,” Leela Place said. “What actually happens is up to you, Jim, and Tim.  Wade too, though I'm pretty sure he'd be willing to help you if you wanted his help.”

“If I may,” Yori asked.

“You may,” Joss and Leela Place said at the same time.

“Jinx, you--” they also said at the same time.

“So much for a free soda,” Leela Place grumbled, though when she finished there was a smile on her face.

Leela Place seemed to thrive on the interaction, but Yori had no idea what the soda reference was about.  Yori didn't try to make sense of American customs.  If they could accept whatever they saw as strange about her culture, she would accept the things she saw as strange about theirs.

“Why do you assume that Joss would be the leader of her eventual team?” Yori asked Leela Place.

“Jim and Tim seem content in supporting roles,” Leela Place said.  “Also Joss would likely be the primary combatant and the Possible tradition is for the person in the most danger to be the one who calls the shots.  That's why it's Team Possible and not Team Stoppable.”  After a pause she added, “Well, that and branding.  Ron really was cursed with a surname that doesn't make for a good team name.”

“It's a darn shame,” Joss said.  “The best I was ever able to do was call him 'The unstoppable Ron Stoppable,' and everyone just made fun of it.”

Leela Place looked at Yori then back at Joss, “I don't think you have to worry about people putting Ron down here.”

Yori knew that Leela Place was talking about her in particular, but the truth was that there were far more people here than just herself and Master Sensei who respected Ron.  “The first time Stoppable-san came here he had difficulty gaining acceptance, but he showed his heroism then and has helped the school since.

“I believe that the name Stoppable has gained the respect it deserves within these walls,” Yori said.  “I must attend to my morning class, I invite you both to join me.”

* * *

It was around noon when Yori reiterated the offer of sparing, and that accepting the offer would be seen as a favor since the students would be able to learn from observing it.

Place decided to take her up on it and soon they were preparing in a court yard.

Yori bowed to her.  Place bowed back.

Place circled counter clockwise and waited for Yori to either attack or show an opening.  Just as Place was about to have a decent shot from the side Yori lunged forward into what looked like a handspring.  Before Place realized that it wasn't --that Yori had reversed direction instead of continuing forward-- Yori's feet had almost hit her in a double kick.  Place dropped under Yori's legs and converted the downward momentum into a roll.  She ended up where Yori had started.

Place noted with a bit of satisfaction that Yori was a bit off balance for a moment, but the moment passed and they were back on their feet facing each other.

Yori had already made an attack, it was Place's turn.  The student's didn't need to be taught that waiting to attack until your opponent got so bored as to start an ill thought out attack was sometimes an effective strategy.  If the students were going to learn anything, the combatants would need to trade blows.  Or, at least, attempted blows.

Place faked a leg sweep, which Yori naturally jumped over.  In theory that would have placed Yori right in line with the punch that was to be Place's main attack.  In theory.  In practice, Yori blocked the blow in the air with enough force to expose Place's back, which combined with the less than solid stance that resulted from the fake sweep meant that Place had to drop to the ground just to avoid being a completely open target.

* * *

As Joss watched Place and Yori fight, an activity that seemed to consist entirely of near misses, she made note of the various moves the two combatants used, and occasionally acted out ones that she knew well.

She gradually became aware that she wasn't alone in doing so.  All of the students, some of the teachers, and the lunch woman were watching.  Some of them were doing exactly what she was doing.

* * *

“Don't you ever get tired?” Place asked.

“Do you?” Yori asked.

“Yes,” Place said.  “So very much: yes.”  She walked to a wall of the courtyard --the spectators made a hole for her-- and let herself sink to the ground with her back against the wall.  “Someone bring me water.”

Yori let herself collapse next to Place.  “Bring us both water, please”

“So. . .” Place said.  It took her a bit to push her brain passed that word.  “Who do you think would have won if we'd kept going?”

“I have no energy left, Possible-san,” Yori said.

“Ditto, Yori-san,” Place said.

“I hope ya'll ain't expectin' me to do that,” Joss said as she helped the students who were bringing the Yori and Place water.

“No, young Possible-san,” Yori said.  She drank some water and then said, “Each to their own abilities.”

“Yeah,” Place said.  “When I was your age I didn't exist.  Would have been truly unfair to expect me to do something like that back then.”

“You were never my age, cuz,” Joss said.

“My point exactly,” Place said.

* * *

“You realize we're both stupid, right?” Place asked Yori as they watched Joss show her skills to a teacher who was gauging who she should spar against.

“I'm sure that we both have many shortcomings,” Yori said.

“Each of us should have called off that fight well before it ended, especially after it became clear that the other wasn't going to do so,” Place said.

“I was caught in the moment,” Yori said, “as were you.  It is an oversight that we both must watch for in the future.”

“Yup,” Place said.

They watched Joss in silence for a bit.

“Do you think I fight like Kim?” Place asked.

“I believe that you fight like Leela Place Possible-san, cousin of Joss Possible-san, and friend of Yamanouchi,” Yori said.

“Good answer,” Place said. “But I'm not looking for my insecurities to be soothed, just an honest assessment.”

“You fight like you and your sister had the same teachers for many years,” Yori said.  “Nothing more, but also nothing less.”

Place nodded.  Joss was about done being assessed.  “I don't know what it means to be a friend of a school,” Place said, “but if you're willing, I'd be interested in learning what it means to be a friend of Yori-san.”

“I would like that, Possible-San,” Yori said.

* * *

While Joss and her opponent were prepared for her fight, Yori had a short time to talk to some of her students about her match with Leela Place.

“What did you learn from watching Possible-san and I fight?” Yori asked.  “Other than the fact that sometimes I do not know when to stop and, apparently, neither does she.”

“Outsiders can be as skilled as we are,” one student said.  Yori nodded.

“She isn't a master of any style, and still she matched you,” another student said.

That was the answer Yori had been looking for.

“Yes, Possible-san has learned, perhaps, as many as twenty styles of martial arts, but has not become a master of any,” Yori said.

“Based on a memory she believed that she would lose quickly, but in fact I never came close to defeating her,” Yori said.  “The reason for the discrepancy between her expectation and the reality was related to the number of styles employed.  In the memory the fight was limited to a single style of kung fu and my schoolmate, Hirotaka-san, won quickly and easily.  In the fight today she was free to draw on all of her knowledge and skill.

“What we do here is a form of rigorous training,” Yori said.  “We teach formal styles and strictly adhere to them.  It is not the only way to fight, however, and one certainly cannot expect their enemies to fight in the same way.  If you learned nothing else from the demonstration today, be sure to remember this: Possible-san is a master not because she has studied and mastered an existing style, but because she has created a style of her own that works for her.

“That is neither better nor worse than the way we teach here, and when your classes are over, you've graduated from this school, and moved on to using your skills in the outside world, it may turn out that her way of doing things fits you better than the way we have taught you,” Yori said. “If that happens it does not mean your time here was wasted, because what we teach you here is the clay from which you will form your own style, should you do so.”

“I'm sure you're all eager to watch the younger Possible-san,” Yori said.  “Go.”

* * *

Joss' sparring match was considerably less epic than the one between Place and Yori.  Joss displayed considerable skills --it was notable that she fought a second year student even though she was significantly younger than the youngest first year student-- and the match was probably as close as the match between Place and Yori had been, but it was overseen by teachers who knew better than to let the two fight to complete exhaustion.

* * *

“So, you've had a taste of what the students here are like,” Place said to Joss after the match. “Any new thoughts about the school?”

“I am totally going here if they let me,” Joss said.

Place smiled.  The enthusiasm was nice.  “Well, if you're so sure you might want to start learning Japanese, not to mention learning about Japanese culture.”

“I can do that,” Joss said.

“I'm sure you can, you've got a couple years to do it in,” Place said.  “There remains a question of what you'll do until then.”

“Whaddya mean?” Joss asked.

“Well, do you wait on the world saving until you get training here, or do you start up right away?” Place said.  “You can ask Jim and Tim to join you any time.  You don't have to wait.”  Place paused for a moment.  She remembered Montana.  Was it seriously only two days ago? “Though there might be good reason to wait.”

“Like what?” Joss asked.  “If you think I'm ready--”

“I do,” Place said.  “I was just thinking about water guns.”

“Water guns?” Joss was pretty clearly flummoxed.

“Remember the fun we had back at the ranch?” Place asked.

Joss nodded.

“Don't you dare throw that away,” Place said.  “If you do decide to start getting into the hero business when you're still a kid always make sure you allow yourself to be a kid.”  Place paused again, this time just to collect her thoughts.  “It would be a tragedy if you stopped having fun for the sake of fun because you were in too much of a hurry to do great and notably noble things.”

“You think Kim grew up too fast,” Joss said.

“I think that shooting you with a squirt gun was the most fun I can remember having,” Place said, “and I don't want you to miss out on that kind of fun.  I especially don't want you to miss out on that because of something I said or did.”

“I shot you more than you shot me,” Joss said.

“Did not,” Place said.

“Did too,” Joss said.  Then before Place could respond, Joss said, “And, cuz, if I'm supposed to do kids' stuff. . .”

“Yeah?” Place asked.

“Tag,” Joss said as she lightly hit Place, “you're it.”

Joss bolted.

“I'm still tired from fighting. . .” Place said.  Place had wanted to shout, but she wasn't in the mood or frame of mind for it and thus the words came out as an exasperated phrase Joss would never hear.  “Aw hell,” Place said.  She ran after Joss.

* * *

“I've had rebellious students before,” Master Sensei said, “But I believe that this was the first time the entire school was overrun by a game of tag.”

Place wanted to be apologetic.  Unfortunately her emotions weren't in the right place for that.  She chuckled.  “I guess I'm a bad influence.”

“Do you recall when Ron, Yori, Kim, and I went over a waterfall?” Master Sensei asked.

It wasn't hard to dig up the memory.  While the others had grabbed onto physical things to stop themselves from falling, Master Sensei had simply levitated.  Ron had called it, “That mystical floaty thing,” and after hearing that Master Sensei had started to do random maneuvers with no practical purpose.  Ron had concluded, “Ok, now he's just showing off.”

“I enjoy fun as well,” Master Sensei said.  “I believe that is what 'fun' means.”

Place nodded.  “Something like that.”

“I have meditated on what I observed in the shrine yesterday,” Master Sensei said.  “My conclusion is that you are not currently under any magical influence, and you are no more at risk of such influence than anyone else.”

Place bowed, “Thank you, Master Senesei-sama.”

“Now that you know your hopes were correct and your fears were not,” Master Sensei said, “what do you plan to do?”

“Make my way back home,” Place said, home being the lair, “perhaps meeting people on the way.  I'd prefer that people close to Kim learn of my existence from me, rather than a news report or gossip.”

“If you would like to travel home via Florence,” Master Sensei said, “I believe I can arrange transportation to get you that far.”

For a long time Place didn't know what to say.  Finally she said, “Florence is good.”

-

Thursday, December 3, 2015

Being more than a Simulacrum (Part 13)


Just before Place closed the door, Joss asked, “Sneaking out on me cuz?”

“If I were sneaking,” Place said, “you'd have had a harder time telling that I was doing something.” She paused a beat, using it to turn to Joss. “I'm not saying you wouldn't have noticed, but it would have been distinctly harder.”

“But ya're going somewhere, right?” Joss asked.

“Yup,” Place said. “I'm going to a different peak so that I get better reception when I meet some people in an online game.”

“What game?” Joss asked.

“Everlot,” Place said. “The one that Ron--”

“--got trapped in and Rufus was legendary in,” Joss finished. Because of course she knew. She was Joss. She might have missed out on some the details the first time she learned about it --because she, like most people, had had a blindspot the size and shape of Ron Stoppable-- but once she became Ron's biggest fan there was little doubt that she'd learn all the details.

“That's the one,” Place said.

“I've never played it.”

“Want to?” Place asked. “I mean, I can't promise that the group will want an extra member, but we'll never know if we don't ask.”

* * *

Joss looked at the device that seemed like a metal headband with blinking lights, “So these won't get us--”

“Trapped in virtual reality? No,” Leela Place said. “These are Wade-tech.”

Leela Place put her 'circlet' on and Joss followed her example.

The mountain was gone, and they were in a stylized world of straight lines and sharp corners. Still, it was easy enough to tell what was what. They were in an evergreen forest atop a rock outcropping, and beyond the forest a castle was visible.

Leela Place had become a stylized version of herself, though in peasant clothes--

“I thought that the immersion caps took a picture of the clothes you were wearing or some such,” Joss said.

“It was a bit more complicated, than that,” Leela Place said, “but since your clothes are supposed to be part of your game equipment, and game status, Wade made sure his wouldn't do that anymore.”

“So it would break the game to simulate normal clothes?” Joss asked.

“Not break,” Leela Place said, “but it would mess with the gameplay and game balance.”

Joss nodded. The one exception to Leela Place's drab appearance was an impressive looking sword with a glowing blue blade.

She looked down at herself and saw that she was in the same peasant garb, less the sword.

“So, who are we meeting?” Joss asked.

“Leela!” Jim and Tim said in unison. Joss and Leela Place both turned to look at the source of the voices.

“J, T,” Leela Place said to them.

Joss looked over her other cousins. Both of the twins were in outfits much more impressive than Joss and Leela Place's own. Matching chain-mail armor, Jim with a green tunic over his, Tim with a red tunic over his. Joss wondered if they ever switched colors just to confuse people.

“Joss?” Jim and Tim asked when they saw her. Then they looked at Leela Place.

“Are you,” Jim started.

“in Montana?” Tim finished.

“Actually we're,” Joss said before realizing that maybe she wasn't supposed to say. She looked to Leela Place, “Am I allowed to tell?”

Leela Place cocked her head to one side in thought, the immersion stuff obviously made it so one didn't have to bother with game emotes, and then said, “I don't see how saying the country could hurt.”

“We're at an undisclosed location in Japan,” Joss said.

“Cool,” Jim and Tim said in unison.

“So are ya'll who we're meeting?” Joss asked.

“They're not all of them-all,” Leela Place said.

* * *

“So --J, T-- I take it you got Wade to forgive you for hacking his network?” Felix heard Leela ask.

“He doesn't mind hacking so much,” one of the twins said.

“So long as you don't spike him,” the other, presumably, said.

Feliz looked to Wade's virtual form, decked out as a wizard. Wade shrugged.

“Cousin Joss have to get an ok from the others too?” a twin asked.

“Or was that just us?” the other asked.

“We haven't asked them yet,” Leela said.

They reached the outcropping. “Well, you can ask us now,” Felix said.

“We're here,” Zita said.

* * *

After introductions were made, Zita got to outlining what had brought them to these woods.

Yes, Leela had asked if anyone had objections to Joss joining in, but they weren't going to turn the girl away when she was right there. Besides, they could use the seventh member for what they were going to try tonight. Any help would be desperately needed tonight.

“That castle belongs to Ravenna Ening, calls herself 'Rav',” Zita said.

“Because she likes the fact that it makes her full name sound like 'ravening',” Felix added.

“Charmin'” Joss said.

“We're not convinced she knows what it means,” Wade said.

“I think she does and she's just counting on her followers to not know,” Zita said. “She expects people to think savage and vicious not, you know, hungry.”

“It's not like Everlot has a built in dictionary and thesaurus,” Felix added.

“She fancies herself the princess of this region,” Zita said, “and has a pretty loyal base of fans to back up that claim. Mostly lower powered players flocking to someone who they think is cool, but she's got a few heavy hitters too.”

“As fun as it might be,” Felix said, “we're not going to unseat her tonight.”

“She has a shipment coming in tonight,” Zita said, “the convoy will have to come through these woods to get to her castle. We're going to hit it, rob it, and set the cargo free.”

“What kind of cargo do you set free?” Joss asked.

“Lots of types,” Felix said.

“In this case,” Zita said, “a dragon.”

That clearly shocked the various Possibles.

“Dragon artifacts are worth a lot in the Everlot economy,” Zita said.

Wade conjured a spreadsheet.

“So,” Zita continued, “our good princess Ening could be planning to use the captured dragon as a way to get a lot of gold or barter without having to work for it. More likely, she just plans to put the dragon on display.”

“Plenty of people will be impressed with her if she can boast that she has a live dragon she can poke with a stick,” Felix said.

“It may just be lines of code on the Everlot servers,” Wade said, “but treating it that way is just plain wrong.”

“So we free the dragon,” Joss said.

“Hika-bicka-boo,” Jim said.

“Hoosha!” Tim and Leela said in unison.

* * *

Place and the others surveyed the convoy from a distance that they were reasonably sure was safe. Granted the only reason they could do the surveying was that Wade had cast a spell that let them see through trees, which served as a reminder that one's normal intuition about such things might be entirely wrong. In front of and behind the convoy were some guards on foot. Given the distance and how closely together they walked, Place couldn't get a solid count of them. Cavalry was easier. If she assumed that the far side had the same numbers as the side she could see, then there were two per ordinary cart, 12 roaming, and 16 around the dragon, leaving them outnumbered six to one by the cavalry.

The dragon was in a giant cage, pulled by at least a dozen oxen, at the center of the convoy. The cage featured bars that were probably two feet wide and also had a glow around it.

“What's the blue glow?” Place asked.

“Fire rebound spell,” Zita said. “If the dragon tries to attack with its breath, the flames will bounce off the spell and come right back at it.”

Place nodded.

“Why are they so spread out?” Joss asked. “One group probably can't even see the next given the twists in the path.”

“Accounting,” Felix said.

Jim and Tim said, “Huh?” in stereo.

“Ening isn't big on group cohesion,” Wade said.

“Because if her underlings started being more loyal to each other than to her, they might notice that she doesn't really contribute much,” Zita said

“So getting each cart to the castle counts as a separate quest,” Wade said, “and they stay apart so that each can claim they defended their cart on their own.”

“Isn't that going to be a problem for our plan?” Place asked.

Zita's plan called for a three pronged attack. A group at the front would stop the convoy and try to draw enemies toward them. As soon as the convoy came to a stop a second group would attack the back, again trying to draw as many foes as they could into that fight.

Finally the third group would attack the center, which would hopefully be far less defended than it was now as a result to the distractions at the front and back.

While there were doubtless other impressive treasures in other parts of the convoy, the dragon was the prize, so the strongest guards would likely stay with it in the center. Thus it made sense for the strongest group to be the one to attack the center. That was Zita, Wade, and Felix. Place, Joss, Jim, and Tim would have to provide the attacks at either end.

“We think it'll be different this time,” Zita said, “since they'll all get in trouble if they loose the dragon.”

“It looks sad,” Joss said.

Place focused on the dragon itself. It was a fairly standard design, probably lifted from the movie Reign of Fire --which Ron always insisted was worse than the original Rule of Pyr-- and it did look rather sullen.

“They're programmed to fly free, horde treasure, and occasionally fight knights and such,” Wade said, “I very much doubt this situation is giving it positive feedback.”

“It was designed to be an NPCP, not a captive,” Place said. “Whatever personality it does have, it wasn't designed for captivity.”

That was about when Place realized she'd lost everyone. Finally Zita asked, “NPCP?”

Made sense, it was a term she made up on the spot, why would they know it? “Non-player-character player, it's not an exposition font, a quest giver, or an obstacle. It's supposed to be playing every bit as much as we --the actual players-- are, just with different rules, objectives, and probably different expletives when it's killed and has to restart from the last checkpoint.”

Wade nodded. “That's more or less right.”

“Thanks,” Place said. She looked back to the convoy but Wade's spell soon wore off. “I think Zita's plan should work. The twins take the front, Joss and I take the back, the rest of you in the middle.”

Zita, Felix, and Wade all nodded.

“How are we,” Jim said.

“going to stop them?” Tim finished.

“You two have been building rockets out of video games for so long,” Place said, “don't you think it's about time you built a rocket in one?”

She couldn't see it, but she was sure that the twins, sitting at their computers --which happened to be right next to each other-- in reality, looked at each other and exchanged truly malicious smiles before their in-game avatars dashed off.

“J, T,” Place called to them, hopefully not loudly enough to alert the convoy.

They turned back. “Yeah, sis?” they asked as one.

“Two things,” Place said. “First, good luck. Second, it doesn't have to work; it just has to explode. Loudly.”

“Hika-bika-bo?” Jim asked.

“Hoosha!” Tim answered.

* * *

Joss watched her cousins head off to do something, apparently explosive.

“They make rockets out of videogames?” Joss asked Leela Place.

“My best guess,” Leela Place said, “is that they re-purpose the electronics for their guidance systems.”

Joss nodded. Made more sense than using them for the fuel.

“Joss is the only one newer than me,” Leela Place said to the others, “so she's in desperate need of equipment before we're up.”

“Weapons?” Felix asked.

“I was thinking more like a grappling hook,” Leela Place said.

“Ohh, are you gonna be a thief?” Zita asked Joss.

Joss was caught off guard and stammered, “No-no, I'm-- I want to be one of the good guys.”

“It's just a character class, Joss,” Felix said.

“It really does go with a lot of the sorts of things Kim did,” Wade said, “sneaking, crawling through air vents--”

“Fighting style that focuses on dodges and speed rather than packing a powerful punch or being able to take a hit,” Leela Place said.

“It's nothing about good or evil,” Zita said, “just the class your character is.”

“I do have a grappling hook,” Felix said.

* * *

“That was loud,” Joss whispered.

“The twins usually are,” Place said. “Remember, we don't move until--”

“Good and stopped back here,” Joss said.

“Exactly.”

“I do have a question about that, by the way,” Joss said.

“Now is the time to ask,” Place said.

“If we're at level zero,” Joss said, “then how do we beat them?”

“Two things," Place said. Then amended, "No; three. We have three advantages over normal newbies.

“First, the circlets mean we. . .” and Place realized she'd lost Joss. “The portable immersion caps,” Joss nodded that she was following this time, “mean we don't need to memorize any controls; we think, virtual body does. Second, they're going to underestimate us when they see what we're wearing.”

After a pause Joss asked, “And third?”

“We're Possibles,” Place said; “it doesn't matter if their level is nine, ninety nine, or nine thousand if we don't let them land a blow in the first place.”

“Dodges and speed?” Joss asked.

“Yup,” Place said. “Keep it a question of skill, not how hard they hit or how much health you have.”

“And count on the circlet to translate real-world skill into button-pushing skill?” Joss asked.

Place nodded. Then some shouts had her taking a look at the extreme rear guard of the convoy. They'd stopped. She said to Joss, “Now get up a tree and follow my lead.”

* * *

Joss stood in the branches above the two rearmost guards, they were obviously annoyed with the delay.

She then saw Leela Place walk into plain view and give a casual greeting to the guards. The response seemed disproportionately rude:

“What do you want, knave?” said with venom and disdain.

“Oh . . .” Leela Place said, “forty gold pieces, a hundred and fifty XP, and one live dragon.” That threw the guards. Joss made sure not to giggle. “Why, did you think you could help?”

“How do you know of Princess Ening's dragon?” One guard asked.

“Don't mention the dragon!” the other said.

“Can we just skip to the combat already?” Leela Place asked.

Joss didn't watch, her job was different; she moved forward through the trees.

The sound of combat beneath her would doubtless draw additional guards. That was why she was in the trees. She found what she considered a good spot and watched the path ahead. Soon enough six guards appeared rushing toward the fight. They were in heavy armor: full plate armor.

“Dodges and speed,” Joss whispered to herself then descended behind the guards.

“Hey!” Joss yelled at the six. “You missed me.”

Now six well armed and well armored warriors were headed toward her.

She ducked a longsword from the first and rolled straight into the legs of the second.

That knocked the second into a third and stopped her roll setting her up to lunge at the fourth, which meant that by the time the first was ready to take another swing at her she'd knocked down half of the group and disarmed one of them.

She decided not to keep the sword she'd wrestled from the fourth. It was heavy in her hands and would slow her down. She threw it into the woods then flipped over the next swing from the lead warrior, planted her feet on the warriors' chest-plate, and kicked off hard to flip back into a combat stance.

Only two members of the group hadn't hit the ground and they were the farthest from her.

It was going well, if slowly.

* * *

Place looted the bodies of the characters she'd knocked out. She figured they should be grateful she hadn't just killed their characters. She did get some gold, but the find that interested her the most was a pair of daggers. They'd make good weapons for someone pursuing a fast style.

She ran toward the sounds of fighting up the trail to catch up with Joss.

When she got there she used the sword of Elsinore as a club on the armored heads of the two enemies nearest her. Joss seemed to be doing a good job of handling the four nearest her, but Place saw more coming down the trail beyond Joss.

“Heya cuz,” Joss called.

“Got you some presents,” Place said, tossing the daggers to Joss, “watch out behind you.”

Joss caught the daggers, shoved the enemy nearest her into the the other three, and looked up the path in one smooth motion. “Got it,” she shouted back to Place.

* * *

“We've taken down twelve already and haven't even reached the rear cart of the convoy yet,” Joss said as she searched the unconscious bodies. “If the others are having as good of a time--”

“They won't be,” Leela Place said while she searched.

“No?” Joss asked as she stood, there hadn't been much worth taking.

“These ones were to stop us before we got within striking distance,” Leela Place said. “Some people believe that the best defense is a good offense, but from what we saw when we were watching earlier, the defenses were set up by someone who thinks the last line of defense ought to be the strongest.”

Joss thought that through. “So these were the weakest.”

Leela Place nodded. “If they'd been better they'd have been rewarded with the mobility of a horse. Plus, the heavy hitters will be staying with whatever loot they're guarding, with the majority around the dragon.”

“That doesn't explain why twins would be having a different experience,” Joss said. “If the fore-guard is the same as the rear--”

“I don't think it would be,” Leela Place said.

Joss didn't follow. “Why not?”

“It's just a guess,” Leela Place said.

Joss wanted to understand the reasoning behind the guess, though, and so she said, “But?” in a manner she hoped would provoke elaboration.

“Well, they're nearly at their destination, so they'd be expecting any attack to come from behind them instead of in front of them,” Leela Place said.

Joss nodded.

“In that case the twins are probably fighting the tough opponents by now,” she said.

“Why should they have all the fun?” Leela Place asked in a way that sounded almost conspiratorial.

Joss smiled. “Onward!” she ordered, one of her daggers held aloft like a sword. Then she and Leela Place charged away from the defeated rear guard and toward the convoy they'd been guarding.

* * *

Jim eyed the six knights on horseback who had halted his advance. Them being arranged two by two wasn't optimal, he'd rather have one row six wide, still, it was better than single file.

“We are the elite guard of her majesty Princess Rav Ening,” the guard in front on their right, “do you honestly hope to stand against us alone?”

“Two things,” Jim said. “One, I wouldn't be sitting right there if I were you.”

“And two?”

“I'm not alone,” Jim said the moment it was too late for the guard to doge the log that slammed into him from his right. Everlot didn't have the most accurate physics engine in history, but it did have enough that hitting someone with great force would send them on a pseudo-parabolic path at a vaguely appropriate speed.

In this case that translated to the guard who was hit being flung into the one next to him and both of them landing pretty far afield from their horses.

The horses themselves were fairly simplistic NPCs, nowhere near as advanced as the dragons, and were programmed to respond to any stimuli considered “highly unexpected” with something with the outer appearance of panic.

The AI, insofar as there was one for such a simple implementation, was no less calm than if it were taking its rider to a designated destination, and with that knowledge in hand Jim and his brother had had a lot of fun messing around with the horses of Everlot. The only things equivalent to comfort or discomfort in the horse-programming were related to food, direct physical harm, and kind or harsh treatment from riders.

Normally Jim and Tim made use of those limitations to have guilt-free great fun with strange situations, and even kept the horses, when they were dealing with horses, happy by giving them digital apples. At the moment it meant that, since a loud noise followed by no longer having riders was related to none of the horse comfort-discomfort variables, the “animals” were internally unperturbed, but causing a fair amount of havoc.

This, in turn, caused the horses farther back to switch into “it looks like panic” mode, and soon none of the guards had their attention on Jim.

By the time Tim called out, “How many did I get?” Jim was in the center of the four remaining mounted guards.

Jim, dropped a bottle containing a fog potion, counting on it to break on the ground, and shouted, “Just two!”

* * *

Tim ran toward the fray and saw that Jim had already spooked the horses of the local guards. The twins chain-mail weighed them down less than the plate armor of the guards, but if they wanted true mobility they'd need at least two of those horses.

Tim threw a “battle hammer” at one of the mounted guards and, when the guard fell, decided to concentrate on that horse. He selected an apple in his inventory and headed toward it.

“Down!” Jim shouted and Tim obeyed, narrowly avoiding a sword. Apparently someone had regained control of their horse more quickly than Tim had anticipated. As soon as he was on his feet Tim threw the apple at the offending rider's head, watched with satisfaction as the rider was knocked over, and decided to focus on that now-empty horse.

* * *

“Surrender!” shouted the guard with a sword to Jim's neck. Jim wasn't fazed. In real life he and Tim would have won by now, but Everlot didn't favor quick knock outs. The two that were hit by the rocket-log, sure, but the rest simply took longer because that kind of extreme force was hard to bring to bear.

Besides, in order for the sword at his neck to do damage it would have to be pulled back and swung, a move that would take enough time for Jim to duck it. Putting the sword to his neck was a losing move. Posturing amateur.

Still, Jim needed a moment longer. So he asked, “Why?”

“You can't hope to-- What the Hell!?” the guard said as Jim finished cutting through the girth of his saddle. The way he just slid around the horse was a bit absurd, but the trick never got old. Everlot programming allowed the girth of a saddle to be damaged for a reason, yet no one ever seemed to expect it.

“Hop on,” Tim said from somewhere behind him, and soon there was a horse beside him.

Jim mounted it and headed toward the first cart in the convoy, “Sorry, I can't stay,” Jim called to the guards they'd left on the ground.

“Stuff to steal, people to see,” Tim said.

* * *

“I hate waiting,” Zita said.

“This was your idea,” Felix said.

“I know I just--”

“It's working,” Wade said. “Sort of. Maybe.” He was looking at images appearing in a smokeless fire he'd lit.

Zita walked closer to get a look at the images.

After a bit of looking she said, “They've taken out all of the infantry, and the twins brought down half a dozen mounted soldiers.”

Wade nodded then said, “Six mounted units are making their way towards Leela and Joss,” he paused in a way that Zita knew wasn't final even though he seemed to want it to be, then said, “the rest are staying with their carts.”

Zita groaned. The plan wouldn't work if a majority stayed at their posts. “How many is it again?” Zita asked.

“Sixteen at the dragon, four on every side, two on each of the other carts,” Wade said as he looked at the swirling images.

“Meaning thirty, and they'll all consolidate at the dragon when we attack,” Zita said. “Ten to one odds.”

“Once the others reach actual treasure,” Felix said, “the guards on the ordinary carts will move to help. And then it'll be easy.”

Felix's confidence, Zita knew, was because things weren't going too smoothly. Felix always said that that tended to be when things went catastrophically wrong, often adding an, “after all,” to the end of the statement.

* * *

Magic words tended to require characters of a certain level or objects of power. Given that they hadn't leveled up even once, Leela Place and Joss were dependent upon the second. One of the guards had had a magic telescope, and the magic words were apparently usually in extremely basic Latin. At least that's how Leela Place had explained her decision to say random phrases in a dead language to the magic telescope.

Then Leela Place stopped and was silent for a bit.

“Looks like there's only cavalry left,” Leela Place said. “We got the attention of six of the roaming guards, the cart guards are staying with their carts.”

"D'you know you're not even pointing in the right direction?" Joss asked.

Leela Place shrugged, “I didn't program the game.”

Joss found she had nothing to say to that.

“The easy way would be to hang back take the six mobile ones before we engage the ones staying with the rear cart,” Leela Place said.

“So I'm guessing you're not planning that,” Joss said.

“I was thinking we both go in the trees this time,” Leela Place said. “We drop directly on the cart, and then fight out from there.”

Joss nodded. It would have the advantage of being unexpected, at least.

“Grab some rocks,” Leela Place said.

Everlot rocks, those that weren't part of the landscape, came in conveniently throw-able size.

Joss grabbed several.

* * *

Jade Fire didn't like this. There had been no news on exactly what the loud bang was, nor the second, smaller, bang. They'd been stopped for too long. Staying on the move was the only way to keep this much treasure safe in the open.

The rear guard had engaged an unknown enemy after the sound of fighting from the two walkers she called the “caboose” who stayed well behind as a sort of early warning system. The rear-guard had not reported back. Now the rear contingent of the free cavalry was heading back to investigate, but she and her co-guard of the last treasure cart would have no idea what was going on until they reported back. If they reported back.

As soon as the free cavalry's hoofbeats faded, Jade heard a sound in the woods. Then another.

She didn't see anything, though. She rode her horse back and forth to see more angles. Maybe it was nothing.

Another sound.

Jade called to her co-guard, some macho creep she'd never bothered to get to know, “I think we're being flanked!”

“Yeah,” came the reply.

Jade started off the trail and into the woods when she heard a crash behind her.

* * *

Place and Joss landed on the cart more or less as one, facing in opposite directions, ready to jump toward the guards on horseback they'd distracted with the rocks.

The choice of direction was pragmatic. Joss had the grappling hook, so she was faced off against the one who had charged away. Place was facing the one who took a more cautious approach and was thus closer.

She jumped and swung her sword as one and landed on the horse's rump while smashing the guard with the sword.

The guard gave a yelp, but managed to not fall off the horse, instead hanging onto the left side of it and trying to get back up while Place struggled to get to the reigns.

“Clever,” the guard said. Her voice was notably female.

“So this isn't a 'boys' only' club,” Place said, whacking the guard with the sword again.

“How could it be?” the guard said as she grabbed onto Place's leg and gave a yank. “Our leader's a girl.”

Place had been prepared for blows, she hadn't expected to be pulled, and soon found herself trying not to slide off the horse's left side with the guard. She sheathed her sword; she'd need both hands to climb back up. The guard took the opportunity to land a punch on Place's side.

Place grunted then said, “One spoiled brat does not an egalitarian society make.” She threw a punch but it was halfhearted and easily blocked, the important thing now was to get back on top of the horse. If it went into panic mode with her in this position things could go downhill fast.

“The princess--” the guard said.

“Self proclaimed princess,” Place said.

A punch came in with a fair degree of anger behind it, Place blocked it without trouble.

“Princess Ening is worthy of the title,” the guard said.

Place gave one final yank and was back on top of the horse. Now she needed to get the reigns.

“Worthy people don't mistreat animals,” Place said. She punctuated her next word with a kick to the guard's head, “Dragon-napper.”

The guard grabbed on to Place's leg, but Place was ready for it this time and responded with a whack from the sword.

“It's a sword, not a club,” the guard grumbled.

“Did you want me to slice and dice you, whoever you are?” Place asked.

“Jade Fire,” the guard said, not letting go of Place's leg, “and I just don't like the idea of a knave who,” Jade started to climb up Place's leg, “doesn't even know how to use the weapon she obviously doesn't deserve--”

Place hit Jade in the helmet with her sword's pommel; “It was bestowed upon me,” she said, “by the true Queen of Everlot.”

“Like you know Zita Flores,” Jade said, not actually making any efforts to change the situation.

Place didn't particularly like having someone hanging off her leg, but she accepted the apparent break in the action --it might give her a chance to get the reigns-- “Known her for years now,” Place said. “Sort of.”

“Sort of,” Jade spat.

“I've got her sword,” Place said; “who are you to talk?”

“Jade Fire, Elevated Elite--”

“'Elevated Elite'?” Place said, practically laughing.

“--of her majesty Enings--”

Place was still on “Elevated Elite” so she offered up, “Extremely exceptional excellent exclusive elevated elite elect--”

“You,” Jade spat, giving a yank on Place's leg, apparently the conversational truce was over, “Will,” Place was ready for the yank and stayed atop the horse, but this just meant that Jade pulled herself upward and grabbed onto Place at a higher level, “Not,” Jade yanked herself up again, “Mock” Jade straddled the horse and landed behind Place, again latching onto Place, “Her Maj--”

Place did not want Jade behind her so she drove both of her elbows straight back. Given that Jade was in armor this probably did more damage to Place than Jade, but it was worth it because it freed Place from Jade's grip.

There was a severe penalty to the damage of any blow when trying desperately not to fall off of something, be it a cliff, a wall, or a running horse, but safely on the horse Jade would do full damage and no amount of skill would allow Place to go blow for blow against someone whose level surpassed her own by as much as she guessed Jade's did.

She needed to be somewhere with more space to maneuver than the back of a horse, that meant plan B.

Before Jade had time to recover from the elbows, Place launched herself forward, onto the horse's neck.

“What are you--” Jade didn't have time to finish asking; Place dropped off the horse and took the bridle with her.

Place picked herself up and watched the horse take Jade away, “Later your esteemed eminence,” Place called; “I have a dragon to free.”

How long before Jade came back depended largely on whether or not she tried to regain control of the horse without reigns, or if she just jumped off and returned on foot.

Place didn't care. She just had to get back to Joss.

* * *

Joss threw her grappling hook as soon as she landed, then braced hard. The hook caught on the guard's armor, as planned, Joss braced herself against the treasure cart, as planned, the line went taut, as planned, the guard stopped moving away while the horse continued onward, as planned. The guard landed with a satisfying thump, as planned. After a moment of slack and calm the line was taut again, it took everything Joss had to avoid being pulled off the cart, and the entire treasure cart flipped over, not remotely as planned.

As she dug herself out of a pile of gold, grabbing a nice looking necklace on the way, Joss slowly became aware of a very loud, very angry, guard returning from where he'd landed.

She'd let go of the line to her grappling hook, so his attempts to reel her in that way had failed, but that just meant she'd have to defeat him to get the hook back.

He had full plate armor, an obscenely large sword, and a vocabulary Joss wouldn't repeat even in impolite company.

His first swing splintered the overturned cart and made Joss feel better about her chances. It was a powerful blow, obviously, but it was also a slow one. If he kept to attacks like that she wouldn't just be able to dodge them, she'd be able to tap-dance on them.

Sure enough, the next swing was just as slow, and she decided to jump on his sword where it embedded itself in the ground. “Missed me,” she said.

Having apparently run out of profanity and obscenity, the guard simply growled. Then he aimed a blow at the empty ground on the side of him opposite Joss. Since she didn't jump back off the sword in time the effect was to launch her over his head and into the trees. It also dealt her some damage, but it was negligible in the scheme of things.

“Sill here,” she called down with bravado that was at least half false, “ready to surrender yet?”

More words Joss would never repeat, many of them aimed at her sex and gender and having no bearing on the situation at hand.

Joss looked around. The Everlot rendering was hardly subtle so what she wanted shouldn't be too--

There was a large dead branch she was sure she could take down with a well timed and well placed jump. Now just to get the misogynist under it.

“I'm over here, dimwit,” Joss said when she was near the dead branch, “Please direct all insults in this direction.”

Sure enough, he came exactly where she wanted him. She jumped, the branch broke, it and she came down on the guard, and that was about when the six mobile guards on horseback made it back to find the cart overturned, one of the guards incapacitated by a large branch --which they might mistake for a small to medium tree-- to the helmet, and the other guard missing.

Which caused Joss to wonder, where exactly had Leela Place and the other cart-guard gotten to?

There would be time for that later, though, as right now the six guards on horseback didn't look happy to see her.

Joss wasn't sure how to respond and went with “Um, howdy?”

That didn't seem to be the response they were looking for and Joss barely had time to grab the downed guard's sword before she was ducking their swords. Actually, she was mostly staying very low and dodging horses. The size of the guards' horses and the size of their swords left a two foot tall safe zone near the ground unless the guards dismounted or leaned too far for safety.

Additionally, even in the low areas they could hit, they couldn't do it with great accuracy or range, and if they tried for force Joss would be long gone before the sword reached where she'd been.

Attempting to simply trample her just got their horses in each others' ways.

It was the fact that Joss was so used to robotic horses that made this strategy even possible. The simplistic AI used to control the Everlot horses was so many orders of magnitude more basic than the AI used to control the horses at the Lazy C that she didn't even have to try; being able to see several moves ahead, thus always stay at least three steps ahead, came without effort.

The guards finally seemed to realize that their initial haphazard strategy wasn't working and pulled back so they could get back to trying to trying to defeat her rather than trying not to run into one another.

This changed everything as it meant that the horse's AI would have fewer variables consider and thus player input would play a far larger role. That meant Joss could no longer tell exactly what the horses would do, not even close actually, but it didn't matter; this was what she had been waiting for.

She stood up and waited for one of the guards to make a move.

When one did, picking up speed as the horse made for the empty space to her right so the guard could lean over a bit and get a good swing at her, she simply used the sword for a massive over the head blow. It was slow, powerful, and the kind of thing that would be easy to dodge if you weren't on a charging horse trying to lean in for a blow without falling over.

One guard down, five to go.

The remaining five wouldn't make the same mistake, which meant that the sword was fairly useless to her now. She dropped it and ran for the treasure cart's remains. That should provide for various new possibilities in combat.

* * *

Zita was talking with Felix about the logistics of an upcoming real-world get together when Wade said, “That's interesting.”

Zita had once been told that “That's interesting,” or perhaps, “That's odd,” which generally meant the same thing, was usually a more significant phrase in science than, “Eurka!” Of course she asked, “What is?”

Felix asked, “What did you scry?”

“Leela and Joss tricked the six into overshooting them then attacked the rear cart,” Wade said.

“What about the twins?” Zita asked.

* * *

“Does this seem like it's going slowly to you?” Jim asked Tim after exchanging another set of blows with one of the guards around the first cart of of the convoy they'd come to. Next up was to circle the horse back around, go by the guard again --no difficulty there as the guard would do the same-- and hope that one of the blows in that encounter actually changed things. Unlike the blows in all the previous encounters.

Tim responded with a bored, “Yup,” and Jim decided that it was time for a new strategy.

Instead of circling back to his opponent, or Tim's opponent, he went by the front of the cart itself jumped onto it.

The driver, a knave who wasn't equipped for combat, jumped off and wisely ran away. There was a reason they hadn't included the cart drivers in their tally of enemy combatants. Having one of them secretly be the greatest warrior of the bunch would require imagination their opponents seemed to lack.

Jim signaled for the horses pulling the cart to go forward.

“He's stealing the princess' treasure!” one of the guards shouted.

“Of course I am!” Jim shouted back. “Did you think we were fighting you for fun?”

“You people are way too under-powered for this to be fun in itself,” Tim said.

“I'll show you--” the second guard started.

“Ignore him!” the first guard snapped. “He's trying to distract us while the other one gets away.”

* * *

“Are the guards farther back following?” Zita asked.

The wonders of computer generated pryomancy showed that they were.

“And the guards in the rear?” Felix asked.

“They got aggressive quickly,” Zita said. While the front guards approached the twins cautiously, essentially each pair moving forward one cart and leaving only the cart closest to the dragon unguarded, the rear guards appeared to be massing for a single assault on Leela and her cousin.

“I don't think Leela and Joss can handle them all at once,” Wade said.

“They won't need to,” Zita said. “We go now.”

* * *

When Place made it back to the road there were three unconscious guards on the ground.

One appeared to have a tree on top of him; another had a massive dent in the chest-plate, perhaps struck by a ridiculously overpowered (and thus absurdly slow) blow; the third was among various treasure objects all about the size of softballs.

Joss was fighting four guards like a whirlwind of dagger and gold.

“Need some help?” Place asked.

The guard nearest Place turned toward her, it was a mistake, Joss used the distraction to knock the guard to the ground and then used the fallen guard as a platform to vault off of, landing near Place.

“Grab some gold chains,” Joss said, pointing to the demolished treasure cart. “They hate it when you use them to tangle up their swords.

That explained the gold.

Place headed for the cart as advised, and opened up a “details” window as she looked at the assorted treasures. That's when she really understood Joss' use of gold. Treasure had no durability value. No value meant nothing to subtract from when it was hit. A good thing if you don't want the rewards of your quest to be ruined when someone drops them on the floor, but a massive oversight in combat. The thinnest of jewelry would be able to take a sword blow without deforming or breaking.

Granted Everlot physics wasn't advanced enough to sew treasure into unbreakable armor and was advanced enough that trying to use an unbreakable nondeformable treasure sized thing to keep from getting hit would fail because the blow would just take the form of unbreakable nondefomable thing hitting you as hard as whatever you tried to block, but --given the work that had gone into rope and tangle calculations, mostly for reasons of magical vines-- it was still a huge oversight to let ropey tangly things like gold chains, be they anklets or elephant decorations, be completely impervious to all forms of harm.

Place wondered how long it would take after this battle to get a patch addressing that.

For the moment though she just took the longest treasure chain she could in her right hand, equipped her sword in her left, and joined the fray.

Which was about when a horn was blown somewhere up the path and two of the guards said, “The dragon,” in unison while a third said the same about a half second later.

* * *

Three against sixteen hardly made for good odds, but they had separated the other 26 riders from the dragon remarkably easily, all things considered. When Zita finished setting up a trap for the riders who returned from the rear, Felix tried to ask her, “Do you think--”

But Zita cut him off with, “Don't jinx it,”

“You do think,” Felix concluded.

“What?” Wade asked, apparently done with his trap as well.

“Nevermind,” Zita said. “Ready?” When Wade responded with a nod she said, “Attack.”

Zita started with a ground attack using the aspen power wand, and that's about when things went sideways.

Wade and Zita had a heated discussion of whether it should even be in the game --apparently the copyright status of Lovecraft's post-1923 work was in dispute; Felix just said, “I knew things were going too smoothly.”

He jumped at one of the mages summoning the creature in hopes of interrupting the spell before the summoning was complete. In a single fluid move the mage somehow managed to dodge the attack, get off his horse, land in a perfect defensive stance on the ground, and enchant his horse into becoming a hydra of the Lernaean sort.

Felix swore, Zita cast something --along with multiple riders-- into a dimension window, Wade went flying, and someone blew a signal horn.

* * *

With the distraction of the horn, the Place and Joss had little trouble dealing with the four guards. The key feature of the sword of Elsanor, it seemed, was that it was incredibly powerful and light. Unlike most very powerful weapons, it didn't slow one down. So with Joss setting the guards up, all Place had to do was wack them in the helmets. They weren't all that powerful anyway, if they had been they'd have been assigned to guard an individual cart. It was when the four were dealt with that Place and Joss were presented with a different problem entirely.

“How is it possible that not one of them thought to secure their horse before getting into a fight on foot?" Place asked. She didn't ask Joss, she more asked the universe.

She and Joss were, quickly, looking through the treasure to see if there were any combat-useful things in it. They might not make it to the main fight as fast as she liked, but Place wanted them to be as helpful as they could be once they got there. That meant constantly being on the lookout for new equipment that might be better. She was about to check the stats on a scepter when someone shouted behind her.

"Who the Hell do you think you are?"

"Hi, Jade," Place said, turning to face the warrior and handing the scepter to Joss.

"You're going down knave," Jade spat.

"You have no idea who you're messin' with," Joss said.

"Yes, I think I've established that," Jade sneered.

"She is Leela Place, I'm her cousin Joss, and you're in over your head," Joss said.



Kim Possible had a habit of giving things barely modified names, for example "Pals" instead of "Friends", I'm more of a "just say the name of the thing" person, having the real movie Reign of Fire mentioned as a knock off of fake movie title via thesaurus-like means Rule of Pyr is me playing with that.

This whole episode, which was meant to contain more story (the entire game session) is inspired by a line from episode six (last episode of the first season) of the original Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy radio show:


It is a planet with an ancient and mysterious history, in which the most mysterious figures of all are, without doubt, those of the Great Circling poets of Arium. These Circling Poets used to live in remote mountain passes where they would lie and wait for small bands of unwary travellers, circle round them, and throw rocks at them. And when the travellers cried out saying ‘why didn’t they go away and get on with writing some poems instead of pestering people with all this rock-throwing business,’ they would suddenly break off and sing them an incredibly long and beautiful song - in which they told of how there once went forth, from the City of Vassillian, a party of five sage princes with four horses. The first part of the song tells how these five sage princes - who are, of course, brave, noble, and wise - travel widely in distant lands, fight giant ogres, pursue exotic philosophies, take tea with weird gods, and rescue beautiful monsters from ravening princesses, before finally announcing that they have achieved enlightenment and that their wanderings are therefore accomplished. The second, and much longer part, tells of all their bickerings about which one of them is going to have to walk back.