"Hey, Orange Lantern. Having fun?"
"I think I might have headed off a potential problem. And I've found out that what we're attempting is suicide. You?"
So, the Caliph
is considering your suggestion, then? It's certainly a lot less
disruptive than having a magical city pop out of nowhere right in the middle of Iraq...
"I got abducted and locked up in a dungeon while they sucked my dreams out."
…
...Oooh, that's a
loud silence.
"I trust that you've resolved matters to your satisfaction?"
"They dragged the people away in chains. Their boss is explaining himself to the Caliph now." Alan looks around the room. "No sign of Doctor Mist?"
An impressive show of restraint from OL. I suspect if Alan said it
wasn't resolved, there'd be a
conspicuous lack of orange in the room right now... Plus some very
unhappy people, including the Caliph... Since OL tends to get a bit
noisy.
"If any of us could navigate a magic city, I'd assume it would be him."
Sanderson perks up a little. "I can probably do that now."
Then again, he may show up as they go to leave, complaining that he spent all that time wandering around lost and
none of them thought to look for him...
"Now?"
"I made a deal with Morpheus."
And OL feels a sudden need to facepalm, hard. Give in to it, OL. You know you want to.
There's a sharp intake of breath through my lips, and the lips of… The courtier who brought them in, who after a moment nervously walks towards him.
"Sir, did you say that you made a 'deal' with the Lord of Dreams?"
I'm amazed he got any of that out
without his voice breaking in fear and horror.
"Yeah, I guess that's kind of a big deal for you guys, huh?"
"Could this humble one ask what the terms of your deal was?"
If only to gauge how big the
blast radius will be when it goes wrong?
"Sure. The Dream will give me prophetic visions in exchange for living through them. Oh, and I can get visions of other places in the Dream and teleport to them."
I blink. "Does that include the Tower of Fate?"
Ha! Trust OL to consider the min-max possibilities.
"I dunno. I don't know what the Tower looks like." He shrugs awkwardly. "I never visited. Salem wasn't exactly a day trip."
"Okay, but-." I glance over to where the courier is dashing out of the room with one hand on his turban. I suppose that if the Caliph wasn't informed of that fact before now it does warrant a bit of haste. "Ah, but what exactly are the limitations? Can you take people with you? Because I wasn't exaggerating earlier when I said that everyone I asked said it was suicide."
No, no, simply dying is the
best probable result. I'm sure you got a few 'erased from existence as if you had never been' responses too, right?
"I don't know. I haven't tried much with it yet."
"Okay, well, try teleporting back to the graveyard. That way we'll know whether you can go between regions of the Dream or not."
Well, one way or another, Sandy's going to be doing some
training, huh?
He looks to Alan to check whether that's a good idea or not. Alan considers for a moment, then nods slowly. "Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. If you can just teleport us inside the Tower-. Paul, you've got recordings of the inside of the Tower, don't you?"
"No, but I can generate three dimensional images from my memory. I'm… Not sure what it looks like from outside, though."
I mean, the teleportation could be entirely conceptual. He's only been taking
short hops with it so far.
"Why would be want to get outside?"
"I'm not sure if the interior exists from the Dream."
Which makes for some real dimensional
fuckery when it transits in and out, I suppose.
"Would Mist know?"
"I don't know. He'd probably have to look at it. Constantine?"
The Demon has been rather quiet, hasn't he? Hope he's not sulking
too hard over the mystical binding...
He leans back, folding his arms across his chest. "Oh, remembered I exist? How about getting this seal removed?"
"How about getting the Caliph to tell us how to activate it?"
Hard to go past a classic like chanting a religious mantra under your breath. Worked for
Tang Sanzang, when he needed to make
Sun Wukong play nice.
"That's cruel and unusual punishment. What happen to being recognised as a person?"
"We're not in America and I'm not an American. And you're an escaped supervillain. You're still at large on the condition that you actually help us resolve this situation. In case I wasn't clear before: we're not friends or colleagues."
Think of it as a work release program.
"Hey." I turn to Sanderson, who's still here for some reason. "The Constitution doesn't ban 'Cruel and Unusual Punishment' because it the Founding Fathers just felt like it. It's banned because it's so immoral that no one should ever do it, whether they're American or not."
"I'll be sure to remind Zauriel of that next time I find myself in Hell."
Now, now, OL. Don't get
grumpy because the young man has principles not aligned with yours...
"I don't know who that is, but someone else doing it doesn't make it right for you to do it."
The Demon raises his eyebrows, clearly pleased at the situation. Alan looks a little awkward, but I know he agrees with Sanderson.
You're outvoted, OL. It happens.
"Do you feel that it's cruel and unusual to handcuff normal prisoners?"
"No, of course not."
...OL, are you seriously trying to defend yourself? Great, now
I want to facepalm.
"Demons are able to either tear through or magically subvert normal cuffs. The only things we have to restrain them are magic artefacts or spells. Not all of them work in the way we'd ideally like or as reliably as we'd like, but so far courts have found that having a restraint that actually works is more important that having a restraint that makes the prisoner comfortable. It's like how Belle Reve collars have the capacity to electrocute their prisoners. Unusual, yes, but not 'cruel' because it's actually required. The Demon Constantine has already escaped Belle Reve. As such, a spell that cripples him when activated is legally proportionate and necessary."
All true, but you
were seriously rolling across the fine line between 'sassy anti-hero' and '
dick'.
Sanderson shifts uncomfortably. "O-kay, I guess. But could you sound a little less enthusiastic about it?"
I nod. "If it makes you feel better. Are you going to try teleporting now?"
Yes, let's put that rubbish behind us. Back to the experimentation!
"Yes." He takes a moment to calm himself, then-.
That's… Instant Transmission. He even did the little shimmer thing that Goku does before he vanishes.
For visual reference:
over an hour of Instant Transmission scenes.
Enjoy.
Damn it. I'm going to have to find a new joke.
There's another shimmer as he reappears.
Pfft. Like anyone in
your circle of colleagues would know what it was.
"It worked. They're sitting around camp fires and telling stories."
"Oh yeah?" Alan raises his eyebrows. "What are they saying?"
...What would the stories involve? Surprising
mundane moments?
"Rrrruh. Aaaagh. Things like that." He takes in our confusion. "I can tell that they make sense to each other. I've just got no idea what they're saying."
"Honoured guests!" The courtier from earlier runs back in, looking a little dishevelled. "Honoured guests." He comes to a halt. "His Excellency believes that he can resolve your issues here to your satisfaction, and can ease your path to the great storm."
Anything to get them out of explosion range of his city, I suppose?
"He believes that he can get us out of the way before anything else goes wrong."
"… It is impolite to argue with guests."
"Then we would be delighted to hear what he has to say."
In other words: 'You're right, but I'd probably lose my head if I said it...
Literally, mind you!'
