Beryl smirks. "Did anyone else spot that he was sending a group of teenagers to a place where-"
I grin and nod at her.
"-teenagers keep killing themselves?"
"So if anyone feels like killing themselves, let me know. I can make it quick and painless. Or slow and painful, if you prefer."
At least most of the team are reasonably well-adjusted. No emo instincts.
Richard got Madagascar where his sneakiness and knowledge of criminal networks will be most useful, Kaldur got Nepal where his cold resistance and ability to manipulate water will be an asset and M'gann got Pakistan, for pretty much the reason I assumed. One magic user per team, one top tier brawler and… Nearly one Lantern per team.
Wonder where we can get another?
Ooh, ooh, I know:
Hope Corgi!
Shades covering my eyes to disguise the glow, I take a look around. Not looking deeply, just… Trying to spot any black. I got a reminder of what suicidal intent looks like from Ms Fuller, but… Not seeing anything like that. I mean, there's some black in the mix, but nothing exceptional.
"There is nothing to be gained by self-murder." People are looking at Linda, but that's mostly because she's a stunningly attractive blonde woman rather them recognising her in her public identity or anything supernatural. "Your soul will endure, and everything you hoped to flee with accompany you to Hell."
I'm sure it seems like a good idea at the time, though. Depression and other triggers aren't logical or sensible.
Leonid turns the corners of his lips down for a moment. "I am an atheist."
I frown. "Really? You know we can prove objectively that souls and gods and whatnot exist, right? That's how magic works?"
"Then I do not see why some… Spirit should own my soul."
Man has a point.
"I think of it more like insurance. Sure, you don't need it, but it can make life a lot easier."
Beryl nods. "Or death, in this case."
As they saw with OL's little adventure over Christmas.
He frowns mildly at her. "What god have you chosen?"
"Nike."
"Really?"
"Best trainers I've ever worn."
They aren't even pronounced the same! Nigh-key, the sneakers and Nee-kay, the Goddess. Bet that torques her off no end.
Leonid frowns further. "There is a god of shoes?"
"Goddess.
"
"There is a
goddess of shoes?"
"Probably, but Nike is the Hellenistic Goddess of Victory.
"
I assume he didn't correct her pronounciation for the laughs?
Beryl nods. "You sold the whole Hellenic pantheon pretty well. Oh, and the higher suicide rates go back for as far as they've got computerised records."
"And what does this goddess do in exchange for your soul?"
"Basically, nothing."
Better than some religions. (not naming any names,
Noriel.)
"Then you are being cheated."
Beryl beams at him. "Thank you."
"What for?"
Pointing out the inconsistency, I expect?
Linda shakes her head. "Heathens. The disposition of your immortal soul is no matter for joviality."
"I'm not being jovial. Erebos sounds great. And wasn't invaded by demons a few months ago." She glances my way. "Was it?"
"No. As I understand it, demons would find Erebos even harder to exist in than they do the material universe. They're not especially vulnerable to Erebosian magic, but they don't fanatically hate the place either."
Fascinating. I suppose it's because of The FIrst of the Fallen's influence on Hell as it formed around him.
"And you can just do whatever you want without being stuck in a pod?"
"Hades hasn't said anything to me about putting people in pods. Though if you want to check, you can just go and visit."
Though Hades might be a bit busy with an influx of fresh alien souls...
"See?" She makes eye contact with Linda. "They do tours. Openness and honesty. That's the sort of thing I look for in a god." And back to me. "Have you met Nike?"
"No. With the Amazons, she effectively subs in for Ares as God of Fighting, because… They won't worship Ares because he's an arsehole." She nods. That's hardly a surprise at this point. "But I've never encountered her directly. Do you want to?"
One quick trip to her temple on Themyscira...
"I dunno. I think I should actually win some more stuff first. Mm, no real seasonal variation, matches expected changes with the economic climate…"
"So it's deaths added to the base rate, not a flat level of deaths."
"It's more than that. If something was making people more miserable, normal self harm triggers wouldn't make deaths go up by a little, they'd go up by a lot because more people would reach that… Threshold. This looks more like a serial killer."
Which Word of Zoat has confirmed.
"A serial killer as old as written records. Not.. impossible. Garth?"
He shakes his head. "I haven't felt anyone using magic since we arrived." This close I can dimly see his tattoos glowing under his coat and concealing bandages. "My detection spells aren't infallible, but… So few people in the surface world use magic that the field has a certain untouched feel. This feels like that. I don't think that anyone's used magic around here for a very long time."
"Kind of sad when the old customs get abandoned." He looks at me blankly. "The Native American magic tradition wasn't up to much, as far as I've been able to tell. But they could use magic. If any were around here then it wouldn't feel like that."
So, the Magic Indian trope could actually have happened here? Whatever indigenous heroes ran around in the Wild West days might actually have had shamanic powers. Hilarious. Wrong region for Manitou Raven, isn't it?
He nods, but doesn't look particularly troubled by the idea. Atlanteans don't generally have a lot of respect for magic users whose knowledge of the subject is without a rigorously taught background in thaumaturgy. You don't get academic respect by throwing theorems at the wall and seeing what sticks.
"Linda, are you getting anything?"
"I have felt no demons or hellish magic since we arrived. Nor angels either."
Good of her to consider that possibility, at least.
Beryl looks curious. "Do demons do that? I wouldn't have thought-. I know the Catholic Church used to say that committing suicide sent you to Hell, but being mind controlled into doing by a demon isn't the same." And now a little more concerned. "Is it?"
"Would it not be right to judge them on what they have become?"
"No, no it wouldn't."
And back she slides. Two steps forwards, one step back...
"The Catholic Church took a hard line on suicide because it was the one form of violence it was impossible to do penance for. Since we now know that formal penance isn't necessary but rather just helpful, I doubt that it's a deciding factor. And Noriel? Your Linda's showing."
She bites back whatever her next comment was going to be.
Still not completely intergrated yet, eh?
"We need more information. Beryl, Leonid, head to wherever Kennedy keeps the written public records that haven't been computerised yet. See if you can find any other statistical anomalies." They nod. "Linda, Garth and I are going to do a tour of local teenage hangouts and popular suicide spots, see if we find anything odd. Contact us in an hour."
Hoo boy. Estimated time to explosion: 15 minutes.