Verse 1-The Luckiest Unlucky Man
Morday, 16th Of Whislate, Essence Of Snowfall 2995 A.M., 11:00 Set
Airspace Outskirts Of Big Central, Compass-Star
NARRATOR-The sky was left starless, a black sea with a shimmering center of different color clusters. Big Central’s lights were all around the rounded mega cityscape, a lighthouse for the late night Swansongs flying in. Kayjay had never seen it so dark before, Urban West was a modest section, its light pollution weak enough to give the stars a bit of room to shine. It was intimidating & left him a good bit uneasy, but that all melted away when they were in view of Compass-Star’s capital. His eyes lit up as brightly as the lights ahead, his smile on full display.
KAYJAY-(Looking at Big Central as he stood on the deck, unbothered by the chill of the night’s wind) It’s huge, Urban West is pretty small in comparison. I’ve read all about it online, I’ve even seen a bunch of overhead shots, but still, it’s hard to believe that a place like this actually exists.
[KACEY “KAYJAY” SMITH-The Fledgling Smith, Male, Age 18, Job-Currently Unemployed, Status: Never Been More Excited.]
MARRIJANE-(Arms crossed as she looked ahead at Big Central, not nearly as enthusiastic.) Yeah, but the place starts to feel pretty small once you get used to it, so you probably won’t feel overwhelmed for too long. Even still, welcome to Big Central, where anyone can be anybody & anything could happen to anyone. Just make sure to keep your Koin purse hidden on you.
[MARRIJANE-The Scarlet Girl, Female, Age 17, Job-Amateur Musician, Status: Not Gonna Sugarcoat It.]
MR. RICHARDS-(Coming out to the deck, still in aviator gear) Alright, I jus’ got off coms with the Swansong Airspace Studios for the capital. They’ve given me the proper navigation into the Section. (Stepping towards the wheel on the deck as he glanced at Marrijane) Now from there, I’ll need you to give me the proper directions to where ya’ want me to dock this beauty.
MARRIJANE-(Nodding) No problem, gramps. We came from Urban West so we’re already going to enter into the district we need to be in.
KAYJAY-(His eyes shifting in her direction) District? Oh, I read somethin’ about Big Central being split into districts because it’s so big.
MARRIJANE-Yeah, it’s probably the largest capital in the Philharmonic, I think the only place larger are areas in La Flor De Maga. If they didn’t split stuff into districts, it would be absolute chaos on the politics side of things. Not like it’s my problem, but I’m sure it would lead into things that are.
KAYJAY-How many districts are there?
MARRIJANE-Nine, but I’ll break them down for you later, when we actually step into the streets for real tomorrow.
KAYJAY-Nine, huh? How exactly are they divided?
MARRIJANE-(Sighing) Direction, I guess, don’t worry about it right now.
KAYJAY-Oh, neat. So it’s like North, South, East, We-
MARRIJANE-(Scoffing) Yes, now since you seem to be able to figure it out on your own, no more questions please.
NARRATOR-Kayjay’s eyes went back to the spectacle of the Section light as they grew closer & closer. Marrijane gave Mr. Richards directions, as she also did her best to answer all of Kayjay’s questions. Soon they had arrived at their destination, an old Swansong lot at the inner edge of the district. The lot was a bit dusty & rough looking, but it still maintained some essence of quality, enough to at least make you feel safe docking there. Marrijane had Mr. Richards land in a larger spot in the back, a bit more secluded from the other various Swansongs that were settled in. Kayjay yawned & stretched as he dragged himself down the steps & ladders of The 13th Compass, stretching & yawning again as soon as his boots touched down on the cold gravel of the lot. Mr. Richards followed him out, still brimming with energy. Marrijane was the last to exit, but stepped past them as she began to lead the charge.
MARRIJANE-Okay, come on, we gotta get you checked in & set up with a good rate. Don’t worry about saying anything, I’ll handle the negotiations. Oh, & don’t be too suspicious of the owner. He looks a bit like a sleazy guy…because he is, but he’s dependable enough when you need something affordable.
KAYJAY-(He questioned her attack & defense of this owner) Huh?
MR. RICHARDS-(Following Marrijane with his hands in his pockets) Yep, sounds about right for folks livin’ in Big Central.
KAYJAY-(Even more confused & concerned) HUH?
NARRATOR-Marrijane just laughed off his worries as stepped across the cold, dimly lit lot. When they finally reached the end, it was the entrance most people would've naturally entered. A towering gate was still open with a sign hanging overhead in faded green letters.
KAYJAY-(Trying to make them out clearly in the dimmer light of the area.) Lucky…Jobber’s? 4 Clover Lot?
DEEP BLUNT VOICE-(His tone a mix of melancholy & sarcasm) That’s the name, been one of the best in the biz for almost ten years now.
NARRATOR-His voice startled Kayjay as he turned towards it, Marrijane & Mr. Richards already aware of him. There was a small kiosk-like box sitting not too far off from the right side of the entrance. It was connected to a larger structure that extended further to the side, reminiscent of the shape of a home. Behind the glass of the box was a middle aged man, brown skin with a slightly faded complexion. He had a black kangol over his thinning black curls & a thick pair of tinted glasses over his darker eyes. He wore a gray t-shirt that barely covered up his large gut, a burnt orange cardigan covered in holes, gray sweats & a pair of dingy loafers. He slouched in his seat, though he clearly was no taller than Marrijane, waiting for the group to state their business. As he took a sip from a thermos next to him, he eyed Marrijane the most, knowing she would lead the conversation.
MARRIJANE-(Trying to hold off her death glare as she spoke) Okay, Kayjay, this is Jobber, he’s the owner of this lot.
KAYJAY-(Looking at the man with a nervous grin, still surprised his goggles never alerted him that he was there) Oh! Uh, sorry, didn’t mean to be rude or anythin’, you jus’ caught me by surprise.
MARRIJANE-(Talking before Jobber could reply, a bit more of her temper on display) He’s also one of the few information brokers in Big Central officially licensed by MP3. (Her flames sparking up around her) Unfortunately he’s really bad & shady when it comes to that part, right Jobber?
JOBBER-(Shrugging, his delivery still on the blunt side as he sipped his thermos again.) So now you’re going to be upset with me over a few bits of bad information I got? Actually they weren’t even bad, they were just a little out of date, right?
[JOBBER-The Luckiest Unluckiest, Male, Age 42, Job-Swansong Lot Owner/MP3 Information Broker, Status: Hey, Shit Happens.]
MARRIJANE-(Reaching for her sword) That’s not even the biggest issue here! That pale freak was waaaay stronger than anything an Amateur Musician should be dealing with!
KAYAJAY-(Shocked as he tried to stop her) Whoa! Marri, chill out.
MARRIJANE-This ass hat almost sent me to my death & you want me to calm down!?
NARRATOR-Kayjay quickly backed up, not wanting to get burned as Marrijane continued to shout at Jobber.
MR. RICHARDS-(Shaking his head as he pulled out his Phonograph) These Big Central folks are too much for me at my age, I’m gonna’ call a ride to my inn. (Looking at Kayjay & shaking his head) Good luck, young man, but in all honesty, ya’ should've jus’ let me cut that hair & help ya’ get a solid job.
KAYJAY-(Watching Marrijane swing her sword around & threaten Jobber) No…no I guess I made my choice.
MARRIJANE-Give me one reason why I shouldn’t burn your stupid little house down, Jobber!
JOBBER-(His voice calm) Because you get upset with me like this every time a job doesn’t go as planned. Then you end up realizing that you still ended up with some sort of benefit & then that benefit is arguably better than the initial job that fell through. (Taking a sip from his thermos) Seeing that Swansong you just came in on makes me think that the cycle continues.
MARRIJANE-(His words slowly cooling off her flames) Well…
NARRATOR-Putting her sword back in its scabbard as she looked over at Kayjay. He blushed a bit, finding it hard to make eye contact with her. She then smiled as she pulled her Koin purse out from her jacket pocket
MARRIJANE-Guess you got me there, because this guy’s mom gave me a FAT bag just to watch his back while he gets used to things here. So fine, I won’t burn anything…this time.
NARRATOR-Kayjay’s blushing turned over to red embarrassment as Mr. Richards gave him a pat on the back.
MR. RICHARDS-(Steeping towards a luxury land cruiser as he smiled wide) Keep ya’ chin up, young man. And hey, don’t take it personal…I’d be goin’ stupid if I got a bag that fat too. Hahah!
NARRATOR-He kept laughing as he entered the luxury Swansong. Kayjay sighed & gave a sad wave.
KAYJAY-See ya’ later, Mr. Richards. Thanks for ya’ help…
MR. RICHARDS-(Still laughing as the luxury Swansong drove off) Should’ve jus’ let me cut that damn here, boy! Hahahahah!
NARRATOR-Kayjay watched him drive off into the night in front the edge of the lot’s entrance, turning back to Marrijane & Jobber once the vehicle was out of sight. He quickly realized things had devolved back into an argument.
JOBBER-(Bluntly) 600 Koin a month, 400 Koin deposit with first month’s rent.
MARRIJANE-(Flames reigniting) What!? Does it look like I just flew into town for the first time ever!? 400 Koin a month, 200 Koin deposit!
JOBBER-You’ve known me long enough to know I don’t run a charity, be serious now girl.
MARRIJANE-If we’ve known each other so long, then why can’t you hook a girl up with a damn discount!?
JOBBER-Because you clearly have the Koin for it. You just got paid for going on a job I gave you the info on, didn’t I?
MARRIJANE-Oh, don’t try that shit with me, you greedy asshole! I already paid you for the info & I almost died because of it! This money came from a totally different source.
NARRATOR-Kayjay watched the two go back & forth for a while longer, feeling the day catching up to him. It wouldn’t be until midnight that they had finally come to a mutual agreement.
Verse 2-The First Day
Fervday, 17h Of Whislate, Essence Of Snowfall 2995 A.M., 12:12 Rise
The 13th Compass, Big Central, Compass-Star
NARRATOR-With all the paperwork signed, Marrijane walked with Kayjay back to The 13th Compass, the young man in much need of some sleep. They entered the main elevator & followed along with the various guides left by Charie, heading straight to level 5: Personal Rooms. Kayjay was definitely curious about what all the other floors had to offer, but that curiosity did not recharge his already drained battery. They walked down the surprisingly long hall of rooms, most of them would probably never get any intended use. At the end of it they found the one that literally had Kayjay’s name on it. It was more spacious than the room he had grown up with, but lacked its sense of him, containing the bare minimum. A bed in one corner, a desk with a computer in another, a tv set up in a third & a dresser with some fresh clothes in the final one. There were even some crafting materials next to another mallet similar to his own next to the dresser. Everything he would need, but not everything he would want in that moment. Perfect for a fresh start.
MARRIJANE-(Eyeing all the little details of the room) Your mom definitely got you set up for the long hall. I doubt she & that old man moved a bunch of all this stuff in here last night. She had this planned out ahead of time forsure.
KAYJAY-(Showing admiration through his yawn) Yeah…I don’t think she knew this is how I’d suddenly be takin’ the plunge, but she saw it on the horizon. Definitely some weird, magic powers all moms have.
MARRIJANE-(Trying to hold back her own yawn) Yeah, well I’ll take your word for it when it comes to that. (Rubbing her eyes) Anyways, I’m going to head out & get some sleep myself. I’ll have you following my lead around Big Central tomorrow, consider it a tour & a crash course on life out here, so be ready. I know you Soundsmiths already tend to lean towards early mornings, but I gotta warn you that I start the day off the same, no exceptions. So just be up by 6, okay? Okay?
NARRATOR-Her words lacked an audience. Kayjay had placed his mallet next to the back up, kicked off his shoes, thrown off his hoodie & Crown Goggles & was already snoring loudly despite his face sunken in a large pillow. Marrijane rolled her eyes & shook her head as she exited the room, closing the door behind her.
MARRIJANE-(Walking back to the elevator as she gathered her thoughts) I guess I’d be sleeping soundly too if my rent was only 500 Koin a month with a 300 Koin deposit. You’re welcome by the way. The things I get myself wrapped into…
NARRATOR-As she was leaving the lot, she once again ran into Jobber, who was locking up for the night.
JOBBER-(Standing in front of the half close main gate) Not spending the night? What happened? You strike out?
MARRIJANE-(Flipping him off) Oh, fuck off, you know it’s not even like that.
JOBBER-(Small smirk as he spoke straight forward as possible) Not yet.
MARRIJANE-Wishing you the worst of nightmares, Jobber. Just make sure the country boy is safe here. Or else his mom will bury us next to each other & I don’t want eternity with you.
NARRATOR-Jobber simply nodded as he waved for her to exit, before closing & locking the main gates to the lot. Kayjay didn’t know it but his first day in Big Central had already started.
Fervday, 17th Of Whitslate, 6:10 Rise
NARRATOR-Kayjay had progressively stripped down to his boxers as he slept through the night, peacefully dreaming of the upcoming excitement he would soon be getting into. He was at peace despite the sound of the elevator dinging at the other end of the hall. He was comfortable despite the swift & demanding steps getting closer & closer. He was left naked & unprepared for the reckoning that had arrived. Light filled the dark room as the door swung open, almost smacking against the wall.
MARRIJANE-(Her voice igniting like a stove burner beneath him) Ain’t no way you’re still asleep!
KAYJAY-(His eyes wide open as he leaped out of bed to escape the heat) Huh!? What!? No! I’m up, I’m up! (He turned to see Marrijane standing in the doorway, her arms crossed, but looking away from him. He then realized he was still in his boxers.) Oh! Oh! Sorry! Sorry! (Quickly wrapping himself in a blanket) I-I jus’ sleep a lot more comfortably when I-uh, when I sleep in my underwear-
MARRIJANE-(Already walking back to the elevator, a small carrying bag visible in her hand) Just hurry up & get your scrawny ass ready to work. I’ll be talking with Jobber outside.
KAYJAY-(Watching her walk out of view, blushing) I-uh…right, right.
STATIC-(Buzzing lightly in his head) Swing & a miss for the scrawny ass! Big Central is really turnin’ out to be the place of ya’ damn dreams, am I right?
KAYJAY-(Tossing his blanket back on his bed) Shut up, I haven’t even stepped out into the world yet, things can only go up from here…I hope.
NARRATOR-As he prepared to come out from wherever he started, Marrijane was trying to ignore whatever bottom he had hit as she conversed with Jobber.
MARRIJANE-(Leaning against his booth) Really? Nothing new at all?
JOBBER-(Sitting in his booth as he sipped his morning coffee & read his paper. Bluntly speaking.) Oh, but I thought I was some sort of scammer or con artist.
MARRIJANE-(Scoffing) Goddamnit, Jobber, I don’t want to have to go to the damn W.D Venue when I’m already off schedule.
JOBBER-Why not just hit up another info broker then? You’re not short on options.
MARRIJANE-(Sighing) I can’t, they don’t like talking to me anymore.
JOBBER-(Sipping his coffee) Why?
MARRIJANE-Because I’m always talking to you…
JOBBER-(Flipping to another page of his paper) Sounds like you should stop talking to me then.
MARRIJANE-(Glaring, her eyes almost sparking up into flames) Just give me something to chew on, you asshole! Anything.
JOBBER-(Squinting his eyes & adjusting his glasses as he stared at his paper) Hmm, well I may actually have something for you.
MARRIJANE-(Eyes lighting up as her tone softened) I knew you were worth a damn, Jobber. That’s why I still fuck with you. So what do you got for me?
NARRATOR-As Jobber was giving Marrijane the scrap of info he managed to scrape up, Kayjay approached them. He adjusted the zipper of his hoodie & got his Crow Goggles in a comfortable position, before yawning one last time. He wasn’t all the way in reality quite yet, but he managed to get this far due to his desire of avoiding Marrijane’s wrath.
KAYJAY-(A weak smile & wave) Mornin’ Jobber. Thanks again for all your help with settin’ me up here.
JOBBER-(Giving a thumbs up as he spoke bluntly) No problem, kid. Sorry I can’t help you with her today, but it shouldn’t be too bad. Enjoy your first day in the capital.
KAYJAY-(Concern of his face in response to his words) Huh?
MARRIJANE-(Sighing as she reached in the bag she was carrying & tossed him something wrapped in fancy white paper) Don’t worry about it, your focus needs to be on getting up at the time you’re supposed to. Now come on, we’re going to have to eat & walk, try not to get lost in the morning hustle.
NARRATOR-Kayjay gently pulled back some of the paper, revealing a home made breakfast sandwich with a fat sausage patty, fried egg, cheese & some sort of aioli on buttered & toasted bread. He was hit with its incredible aroma almost immediately, waking him from his sleepy daze. He quickly followed Marrijane out of the lot & into the streets of Big Central proper as he bit into the sandwich. The mix of flavors was almost too perfectly blended together to be something made on some sort of bar line. He felt a bit of a tingle of excitement roll through him. It was different from what he felt fighting Thursday, but still had tinges of nostalgia related to it. He proudly walked out into the city, feeling energized to face the day, dazzled by the large, vibrant buildings & sea of people shuffling around.
KAYJAY-(Thinking) Feel that, Static? Things are already looking up-oh!
NARRATOR-Kayjay almost fell over, barely catching his sandwich after it bounced out of his hands a couple of times. He looked around to figure out what happened, the reality of Big Central truly washing him. The vibrant buildings were washed in neon graffiti. The shuffling crowd were packed in tightly as they attempted to squeeze around each other, just so they could reach their destination a few seconds faster than average. The noise of horns from the nearby Swansong highway, the chattering of teeth from numerous small talks, the scent of it all in the air weighing on him. He almost froze entirely, the realization too much to absorb all at once. He was unable to actualize as the guy that he bumped into was shouting at him. A taller young man in a coat & jeans.
SHOUTING MAN-The fucks your problem, nigga!? How about you pay attention to where the fuck you’re going? You know what fucking time it is.
KAYJAY-(Panicking & getting excited at the same time) I’m sorry…I’m uh, new around here, so I’m still gettin’ used to things. (His tone was sincere, but he couldn’t hide his slight smirk)
SHOUTING MAN-(Even more annoyed) The fuck are you smiling about?
NARRATOR-Before things could escalate, the Shouting Man gasped & stepped to the side, almost falling over. Marrijane stood behind him, holding her sword in its scabbard like a club.
MARRIJANE-(Returning her sword to behind her back as she grabbed Kayjay’s wrist) He’s a Trainee & he’s with me, so lower your damn voice. It’s too early for all of that. (Walking ahead as she dragged Kayjay along) Come on, don’t let the culture shock stun-lock you that fast.
KAYJAY-(Feeling himself actualized back into the moment as he was pulled through the dense crowds) Sorry about that…
MARRIJANE-(Biting her sandwich as she easily forced her way through the crowds) Don’t stress over it too much, just try not to get separated from me. I get it, this place is a lot, but it’ll drown you if you stop swimming. So today just observe & get a vibe for things.
KAYJAY-Is that why you called me your Trainee? You think I should become a Musician?
MARRIJANE-It was just easier to say than explaining the real situation that no random on the street is going to care about. I’m not saying you need to be anything, you said you came here to figure all that out for yourself, right? I’m just making sure you don’t sink while you sort it out. I owe your mom that much.
KAYJAY-(Surprised by her consideration) Oh…well, thank ya’. So um…where to?
MARRIJANE-(Sighing) A place you never want to go to…especially in West District.
Verse 3-Presale Bundle
Fervday, 17h Of Whislate, Essence Of Snowfall 2995 A.M., 7:03 Rise
W.D. Venue, Big Central, Compass-Star
NARRATOR-Marrijane brought them to a large brown building nuzzled tightly between a liquor store & a laundromat. It was about seven stories tall, all of the windows tinted too dark to get a view of anything inside. The deep booms of bass from inside were sending vibrations through Kayjay’s body. Another culture shock. As he gazed up at it, he read the sign sitting on top aloud.
KAYJAY-MP3 Venue: Big Central West District Branch. Oh, these are like Musician check-in stations, right?
MARRIJANE-(Nodding, looking at the rattling building with disgust) Yeah, they usually will have a few in every Section of a Harmonic, but capitals like Big Central are way too big & require a lot more. Big Central has one in each district. You can register to become a Trainee, pick up jobs, report them back dead or alive to get paid, all that junk.
KAYJAY-Ya’…don’t seem happy to be here.
MARRIJANE-Brilliant deduction. Yeah, coming here sucks, especially when you’re looking for work. (Sighing) And it's extra especially if you come to the West District branch.
KAYJAY-(Looking a bit more nervous as he continued to feel the vibrations from inside) Wha-what do ya’ mean? What’s so bad about it?
MARRIJANE-(Stretching as she elaborated) You see how pact it is around here in the morning. That doesn’t change when you go inside anywhere. Everyone wants to eat & that means everyone wants to get to work. (Stepping towards the door) When we go inside, just stay by the front desk & wait for me. Musicians can get a little rough when they’re trying to grab some work, you don’t want to make yourself look like competition.
KAYJAY-Oh, uh…got it.
NARRATOR-Marrijane nodded as she waved for him to follow. They entered, being instantly greeted by the full power of the base shaking them from the outside. It was accompanied by hard hitting snares, kicks, & a voice that carried itself above it all. Rhymes & punchlines that instantly grabbed Kayjay’s attention. The music caused him to slide his Crown Goggles off, they were beeping in response to all the Musician Volumes in the main hall; it was distracting him from the music. Marrijane glanced at his head bobbing, smirking as she left him safely by the front desk. The main hall kept it fairly simple, nothing more than some tables, chairs & benches widely spaced out. At the opposite end of the hall near the elevator & stairs was a long row of bulletin boards covered in flyers for Jongleurs of various levels of infamy. At least Marrijane knew that’s what it should look like.
Kayjay continued to vibe out to the music that echoed throughout the hall, almost losing track of where Marrijane had gone off to. His head bobbing slowed to a stop as his eyes honed in on her stepping towards a constantly shifting crowd of bodies, rearranging themselves in an attempt to force their way in front of some bulletin boards. He quickly fumbled around as he tried to put his goggles back on, seeing all the various Volumes readings from the pile. He was left in disbelief as Marrijane moved to enter the crowd.
STATIC-Oh shit! She’s about to join in on that freaky ass pile!? She’s pretty bold.
KAYJAY-Stop it, ya’ know that’s not what this is about. I think they’re all tryin’ to grab flyers for jobs…
STATIC-Hahah! Well good luck with that, don’t know how she’s gettin’ to the front of that pack.
NARRATOR-Marrijane eyed the crowd briefly before a thin layer of crimson music gave her dark skin a radiant afterglow. She made her way to the dead center of the crowd, reaching out & pushing people to the side. As soon as she made contact, the crowd began to struggle to pull themselves apart, sweating & shouting as they felt her body heat start to sizzle them. She had parted the human sea of struggling waves & stepped directly towards the bulletin boards. She took her time, picking out the jobs she wanted to deal with, then made her way back through the parted ocean of bodies with a stack of flyers. The crowd reverted back to its natural chaos as soon as she stepped away, forgetting that they almost were truly proven a fire hazard.
MARRIJANE-(Waving the flyers as she approached Kayjay) Got us a solid presale bundle.
KAYJAY-(Slight smile on his face, his tone impressed) Were ya’ really gonna’ light those guys on fire?
MARRIJANE-(Shrugging) Who knows? I only turned up the heat enough to separate them, I’ve never had to go hotter than that. It’s always Amateurs in the morning too, Pros & Experts have the work come to them so I never run into any real trouble.
KAYJAY-If ya’ can just do that, why did ya’ stress so hard about not wantin’ to come?
MARRIJANE-(Making a disgusted expression again) Because I hate having to walk through them, they’re always so damn funky & sweaty. They rush down here to get work & forget to shower or put on some deodorant.
STATIC-Hahah! Man, this chick’s a lil’ weird even though she tries to act all cool & shit.
KAYJAY-(Unable to hold his laughter) You’re stranger than I thought.
MARRIJANE-(Rolling her eyes) Fuck off, now come on. You still need a tour of B.C. & I’ve got work in almost every district. What was that thing you & your mom were saying? Two birds & stones unturned, or something like that.
KAYJAY-Ya’ mean two birds with one stone leaves no stone unturned-
MARRIJANE-Alight, you get it! Now let’s roll, we’ve got a long day of work ahead.
KAYJAY-(Feeling excited for the day ahead, but questioned the actual plan) Wait, what exactly do ya’ want me to do?
MARRIJANE-(Grabbing his wrist & dragging him along through the West District crowds.) Just do what I say. Other than that, just observe. Easy, right? Good, now for the last time, let’s go. The first job is out here in West District.
KAYJAY-(Not even attempting to fight against her grip, letting himself get pulled along) Okay, okay, okay! Ya’ don’t need to keep me on a short leash, I’m not a pet.
NARRATOR-As Marrijane led Kayjay through the crowds, she gave him a bit of insight of what to expect from each district.
MARRIJANE’S VOICE-Out of all nine Districts in B.C., West is definitely the most dense & crowded. It isn’t nearly as expensive as other Districts, but it also strikes a good balance with safety. Most people here are on the way to work here or in other Districts, so most crimes here are simple pickpockets.
NARRATOR-While exploring the streets, Marrijane began to be more deliberate through the crowds. Kayjay held on to her tightly as she slithered around large groups, intentionally avoiding shoulder checking people. Her pace suddenly quickened as she shifted from the crowd & into an alley. Kayjay almost fell over as she suddenly let go of his hand. Her steps were sharp as she drew her sword & held it out in front of the path of a smaller man in an old coat. He quickly held his hands up as Marrijane cut his pocket open, numerous Koin purses falling out.
[Dean “Pocket Hands” Dames-1 Star Jongleur-Pickpocket-Status-Captured]
MARRIJANE’S VOICE-Northwest District has a lot of warehouses & storage buildings, so businesses throughout B.C. keep a lot of extra stock here. They of course have plenty of security around here that keep watch over things 24/5, so you’d think things would be pretty safe. The recent get rich scheme however is getting some Jongleurs with no criminal records to work here & then get their associates the five finger discount. Pretty fucked for the Jongleurs who are actually trying to get work & turn their life around.
NARRATOR-A group of security workers were exiting a warehouse front gate. They pulled out in their work issued Swansong on their way to their next patrol location. They suddenly almost spun out before hearing a fiery & sharp Volume. They all got out of the Swansong, seeing their wheels had been melted & shredded. They observed their surroundings, the fierce Volume still blaring around them. They honed in on it too late, Marrijane smacking them all unconscious with her sheathed sword. Kayjay watched from a safe distance, before popping the Swansong trunk & discovering the stolen goods.
[Movers & Shakers-1 Star Label-Warehouse Theft-Status: Captured]
MARRIJANE’S VOICE-North District has the most snobbish people living & working there, they think they’re living in the Front Face of Up North or some shit. It’s got plenty of fancy apartments, big university & prestigious hospital, you’re essentially going to want a little extra Koin to live comfortably up there. The crimes they love out here are scams, loans & very aggressive debt collections…lucrative business.
NARRATOR-Kayjay nervously chuckled as he was backed into a corner by a couple of cooks behind a restaurant. They were trying to force him into signing a sketchy looking contract compiled of incredibly small black text. As one of the buffer cooks went to remove his apron, Marrijane stepped out, shaking her head. She threw a plate of food at the back of the guy's head, peppers & noodles flying everywhere. He turned to face her, his face red with anger only to be further colored by Marrijane’s flames. Seconds after all the cooks were on the dirty ground, Marrijane scoffed as she burned the contract to a crisp. Kayjay looked relieved, but it shifted to being more apologetic as Marrijane began to scold him for wandering off from her.
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[Big Central Gourmet-1 Star Label-Scamming/Money Laundering-Status: Captured]
MARRIJANE’S VOICE-The public transit Swansongs definitely come in clutch for most people living on the go in B.C., place is too damn big, it be so annoying to travel by foot alone. They come on a pretty regular schedule, but depending on the time of day, they may be absolutely packed, just keep that in mind. Since they’re always moving, they’re also a good place for Jongleurs to conduct deals, pick ups & drop offs.
NARRATOR-As Kayjay & Marrijane sat on the near full public transit Swansong, a man in a button up, slacks & a briefcase hopped on at one stop. Then a guy with a polo, jeans & a satchel got on at the next stop. They sat across from each other & didn’t seem to interact with each other, both on their Phonographs. Marrijane approached them, snatching both Phonographs up with ease. The other passengers looked confused as the two men stood up, looking annoyed. Marrijane shook her head & flexed her Stage, forcing both back to their seats. Marrijane tossed their Phonographs to Kayjay, letting him see they were discussing prices & amounts of product they were willing to exchange. Marrijane searched their bags, finding the product in the briefcase & Koin in the satchel.
[Andy “Add ‘Em Up” Myers & Cramer “Stove Cook” Jones-1 Star Jongleurs-Drug Dealers-Status: Captured]
NARRATOR-After the two men were picked up by the police, Kayjay & Marrijane arrived at their next destination: Northeast District.
Verse 4-Don’t Romanticize
Fervday, 17h Of Whislate, Essence Of Snowfall 2995 A.M., 2:45 Set
Northeast District, Big Central, Compass-Star
NARRATOR-The Northeast District on the surface was a crowded & cramped series of shops & food stalls at seemingly random variations of elevation. A chaotic mess you would more than likely want to avoid if you could help it. It was the common mistake of an outsider looking in, but if they could gain a bird’s eye view, they’d actually find a grid purposely laid out to manage the flow of foot traffic while stacking on some charm to the aesthetics. Locals were happily navigating their way through the walking paths & stairways to hit all their favorite spots, upbeat music blaring throughout the area. It was Marrijane’s ideal location to take a break.
MARRIJANE-(Walking beside Kayjay, the two of them eating what looked like giant turkey legs.) A nickname for the Northeast District is Eatery Town. (Taking a big bite) Because, people only ever come here to eat & maybe buy some merch from the local shops.
KAYJAY-(Taking massive bites from the leg) Smoked Rockarooster…I heard it was good, but this…oh my Muse, this is amazin’! (Taking a few more large bites)
MARRIJANE-(A bit of concern on her face) Don’t forget to actually chew your food, jeez dude.
KAYJAY-(His eyes lit up as he was eating) Sorry, I can’t help it! This is just so refreshin’ after all the hustlin’ around we’ve done so far. I really needed a break, thanks Marri.
MARRIJANE-(Shaking her head) It’s still Marrijane…and sure, no big deal. I owe you & your mom, so consider the debt paid after today.
KAYJAY-(Still biting into the leg) Oh, I guess the same goes for breakfast too, huh? Ya’ made that ya’self, right?
MARRIJANE-(Her eyes scanning the area as she led Kayjay down a more wide open path) Yep, but don’t get used to that either, I couldn’t have you wandering around B.C. with culture shock & an empty stomach. (Still scanning the area, noting the lightened amount of people in the area) This first day is more like a training run than anything. I’m not usually rolling around with a team or even a partner unless it's for a bigger job, so don’t expect living out here to be like this everyday.
KAYJAY-(Finishing off his Rockarooster leg, nodding slowly) Oh, uh…yeah, I get that.
MARRIJANE-Look, I’ll let you help me out with these lesser jobs & pay you a little cut of the Koin, at least until you find work for yourself out here. You’re also more than welcome to call me for EMERGENCIES ONLY. Sound good?
KAYJAY-Yeah, sounds good. (Tossing the meatless bone he was holding in the trash) You really are a loner type, aren’t ya’?
MARRIJANE-(Biting into her leg before she replied) Hey, no hard feelings, I mean that. I’m just used to grinding on my own & I have to make everyday count & make as much Koin as possible. I’ve got something I have to take care of sooner or later & I need to be ready physically & financially. That’s why I don’t have time for the whole best buddies schick.
STATIC-Heh, juicy, wonder what she’s keepin’ close to her C cup chest.
KAYJAY-(Annoyed as he tried to shake the Static off) Get ya’ head out of the gutter! Besides, whatever she’s workin’ on, isn’t our business, so I shouldn’t pry. It's just-(He looked over at Marrijane, seeing her more serious expression) I won’t pry & I won’t try to change your mind or anythin’...it's just…you’re kinda too kind, social & bright to just be some loner if that makes sense.
MARRIJANE-(Sighing) Is that so? Well, let me put it in a different way for you to understand.
NARRATOR-She reached for her sword, Kayjay took a few steps back with his hands up.
KAYJAY-Whoa! Wait, what did I say to deserve gettin’ stabbed or burned!?
MARRIJANE-(Her Stage slowly forming as she drew her sword) As much as I hate to admit it, I’m really similar to Big Central. Pretty & seemingly easy to get to know & get used to, though maybe a little rough around the edges once you first approach me. Despite all that, the flaws seem like a small trade off in exchange for how awesome I seem to be. People have romanticized me like how they romanticize Big Central, but either way, they end up getting burned the moment they let their guard down. (Readying a sword swing in Kayjay’s direction) They get too comfortable too fast & get hurt when they least expect it…even when they’re doing something as simple as taking a lunch break.
NARRATOR-As she swung, Kayjay prepared to get out of the way of the blade, but something told him to stay put. Maybe it was Static. Maybe it was the kindness that remained in Marrijane’s glare. Maybe it was the faintest beeping he could unconsciously hear coming from his Crown Goggles, the earphones resting around his neck. Kayjay could pick any of these options & he’d probably be correct, but regardless of the choice, he knew Marrijane wasn’t out to harm him. Her blade cut around him, her target behind his back, quietly running up in a low sprint. Her swing scared them back & she pulled Kayjay close beside her. The two faced their attacker. A young man with darker skin, & a greasy mess of curly black hair. He wore an old t-shirt with a black blazer, dingy jeans & a perfectly clean pair of white sneakers. He had a confident smirk on his face, despite his failed sneak attack, a burnt orange aura fading off of him.
MARRIJANE-(Her eyes focused on the enemy, but still taking quick glances around the area) Put your goggles on, have your Instrument ready & Stay close. It’s an ambush…just like Jobber said.
KAYJAY-(Doing exactly what he was told) Seriously? Wait-wait-wait! You expected this.
NARRATOR-As soon as Kayjay had his Crown Goggles on, they beeped in response to more attacking Volumes close by. From the corner of his eye he saw a shimmering object corkscrewing at him, attached to some sort of pale blue rope. He wasn’t able to make out the switchblade coming right at him, but Marrijane had already deflected the attack away from him. The blue rope returned to its owner as they appeared from a nearby corner. A shorter man than the first, but he looked a bit older & his skin a bit darker. He wore a brown beanie, a white tank top, brown cargo shorts & black slip on shoes. He smiled, revealing one his teeth were missing. Before Kayjay could thank her, Marrijane was already shoving him out of the way as she blocked a large, muscular mustard yellow fist from crashing into him. As she pushed back on the strike, the attacker landed safely next to the guy missing a tooth. He was much larger than any attacker so far, showing off the physique of a body builder. His lighter skin had an awkward glow due to his aura & his black ponytail looked like it was tied much too tight. He was shirtless with a pair of gray sweats & dusty sneakers.
MARRIJANE-(Thinking) Can’t believe they sent these losers after me out of all the Jongleurs in Big Central…still, it’ll be too dangerous for Kayjay if all of them show up. (Glancing at Kayjay) Hey! Get as far from here as you can! I swear, I’ll have this sorted out, no problem-
NARRATOR-Much to her disappointment, Kayjay leaving was already out of the picture, dusty purple bugs that looked like mutated hornets blocked any escape routes he could take. A young light skinned woman stepped forward next to the first man to appear. Her dark brown hair was styled to be bouncy & silky, but it was clear she hadn’t had any upkeep on it in a while & the way she applied her make up made her almost look like a clown. She wore a gray top with an old looking brown fur coat, black bell bottom jeans & heals. She smirked, clearly trying to flaunt her large chest, her Stage formed around her in the shape of a dusty purple bee hive.
KAYJAY-They-they already have us surrounded…
MARRIJANE-Looks like it. Don’t stress it though (Facing the enemy) Alright, alright, I’m sure whatever hit Dead End Crew put on me was pretty fat if you guys think you even have a chance, but I’m sure there’s no bounty out on the scrawny kid, right?
KAYJAY-(His voice could be heard right behind her) I’m technically older than ya’...
MARRIJANE-(Ignoring his comment) Cut him loose & I’ll give myself a handicap by fighting with one arm. That way the fight might last a little longer. Deal?
SCRATCHY VOICE-(Annoyed & amused at the same time) Like hell it’s a deal.
NARRATOR-A man around the age range of the rest of the group stepped up as the other four gathered around him. He was above average height with an above average build, but looked painfully average other than that. He had a slightly darker brown shade of skin, his head was shaved completely bald & he wore an old pair of glasses. He was wearing a black t-shirt, black baggy pants, & black sneakers with black laces. He smiled, but he was clearly angry.
SCRATCHY VOICE-(Pointing at Kayjay) Bounty or not, that little punk isn’t going to disrespect us by just standing there with that stupid smile on his face.
MARRIJANE-Seriously? (She looked back at Kayjay & scoffed when she saw him smiling just like how he had been against Thursday) Do you just have some sort of kink for danger?
KAYJAY-(Shrugging) Can’t help it, this is so terrifying, but at the same time…I’m hyped.
MARRIJANE-(Rolling her eyes as she faced their opponents again) Dude, what the hell will I say to your mom if you end up dead on your first here? Ugh! Fine, but stay close & do what I say. Follow my lead just like with Thursday.
KAYJAY-(Nodding) Right, but uh, who exactly are these guys? Ya’ seem to already know them.
MARRIJANE-(Sighing) A bunch of annoying low life Jongleurs that go by the Label Five Fingers Gang, but now isn’t really the time for introductions-
SCRATCHY VOICE-Nah! Fuck that! We’re calling the shots here today, Scarlet! Gang, introduce yourselves to the punk so he can know who sent him to the other side!
MAN IN BLAZER-(Picking his nose with his pinky) Pace, the pinky finger, & fastest here.
[PERCY LONG-The Pace Pinky, Male, Age 23, Job-Five Fingers Gang Label Gofer, Status: Self Proclaimed Fastest.]
MISSING TOOTH-(Blue gum around his ring finger) Razor, the ring finger. Master thief.
[ROAMAN HATTER-The Razor Ring, Male, Age 29, Job-Five Fingers Gang Label Pickpocket, Status: Self Proclaimed Master Thief.]
BUFF GUY-(Flexing, giving a thumbs down) Tank, the thumb, I’m also the Heaviest hitter.
[TATE WELLS-The Tank Thumb, Male, Age 23, Job-Five Fingers Gang Label Muscle, Status: Self Proclaimed Heaviest Hitter.]
CLOWN WOMAN-(Pointing at her chest) Intoxicating, the index finger. Sexiest femme fatale.
[INES GOOD-The Intoxicating Index, Female, Age 25, Job-Five Fingers Gang Label Hitwoman, Status: Self Proclaimed Sexiest Femme Fatale.]
SCRATCHY VOICE-(Flipping them off) I’m Mic, the middle finger & big boss around here!
[MOE DIGGS-The Middle Mic, Male, Age 27, Job-Five Fingers Gang Label Leader, Status: Self Proclaimed Big Boss.]
NARRATOR-The group stood posed, waiting for the reaction of our protagonist.
KAYJAY-(Smile turned to disgust) Wow, that was really lame, a familiar kinda lame though…
MARRIJANE-(Covering her face, embarrassed) Yeah, it's even worse than the last time I saw it.
Verse 5-The Five Fingers Gang Is..
Fervday, 17h Of Whislate, Essence Of Snowfall 2995 A.M., 2:50 Set
Northeast District, Big Central, Compass-Star
MIC-(Looking even more annoyed, his seaweed green stage forming into a mega phone) Ahhh! Fuck you guys then! Kill them both!
NARRATOR-Pace was first to charge in, his burnt orange Stage forming into the shape of fluffy clouds. Orange clouds shrouded his feet, as he raced ahead, almost looking like he was walking on air. Close behind was Razor’s pale blue gum like substance, a switch blade attached to the end of it, his stage formed into the shape of a smiling mouth chewing gum. The blade curved around Pace’s path so it wouldn’t interrupt his charge. To back up the pinky & ring finger’s attacks, the index sent in a swarm of dusty purple wasp like bugs to close in on Kayjay & Marrijane. Kayjay smiled at all the incoming danger, slipping into his desire for thrill & falling into a sense of comfort as he felt the heat of Marrijane’s flames.
Marrijane quickly looked over at them all. She held her sword back, flames gathering as she prepared for a wide swing. Her Trailblazer was unleashed almost instantly, cutting across the distance between them. The dusty purple bugs were burned to a crisp, freeing them from any sort of incoming entrapment. Pace increased the density of the clouds around his feet, forcing him to a stop before he charged right into the flames. Razor adjusted the angle of his gum, having it hop over the horizontal arc of flames as the blade continued to point right at her. Marrijane recalled her flames, stepping to the side while dragging Kayjay back with her. Kayjay’s eyes scanned over the data coming through his goggles & the switch blade just barely missing his cheek. He watched its return path closely before his goggles beeped & he noticed something had cast a shadow over him.
KAYJAY-(Looking up & seeing Pace) How’d he get up there so fast? (His eyes honed in on the lighter looking clouds just barely covering his feet) Is it because…
PACE-(Aiming his right leg down like an arrow while he made the clouds on both his feet gradually more dense.) Bet you didn’t see this one coming!
MARRIJANE-(Scoffing) New tricks, same old bull shit!
NARRATOR-She prepared to thrust her sword upward, but before Pace could fall on her sword, he came to a sudden stop. Marrijane was a bit caught off guard, but wasn’t shaken, charging up her Trailblazer. Kayjay’s goggles beeped as he turned to see Tank had slowly closed the gap between his quicker comrades. His Stage formed into a flexing bodybuilder as he wound up a massive punch covered in his mustard yellow aura.
KAYJAY-Marri, wait! It's a set up!
NARRATOR-She turned in time to see a giant, muscular mustard yellow arm swinging at her to deliver a devastating haymaker. Pace used the distraction to quickly float away from Marrijane, who had turned her upcoming Trailblazer towards Tank’s incoming punch.
MARRIJANE-Stab! Rough Red Road: Trailblazer!
NARRATOR-Her strike collided with the fist & pushed it back with ease, it quickly dissolving right after. Marrijane recalled the flames as she rushed Tank before he could prepare another strike. She heard the buzzing of Intoxicating’s bugs behind her, but knew she could easily out pace them. As she prepared to strike Tank, she raised her sword to deflect the shiny blade attached to Razor’s gum. She then turned around to swat away the bugs that had closed the distance while she had defended against Razor. Tank raised his foot, a muscular mustard yellow version of it forming to personify it. Marrijane was still faster, shifting to the other side of him as she prepared her flaming sword to slice. She began to swing but-
KAYJAY-(Shouting as he was running over to help) Marri! Behind you!
NARRATOR-From the corner of her eye she could see Pace floating above, kicking Razor’s deflected blade back at her, aiming to stab her in the back. Marrijane flipped her sword around to face the ground, her Trailblazer pushing her just high enough into the air to avoid harm. She quickly landed, but was greeted by a much larger wasp-like bug that Intoxicating had created. She smiled as she waved for it to strike Marrijane. Marrijane swung to counter it, but they were too close to each other.
MARRIJANE-(Trying to think of a way out of the situation) Shit, best I can do is a draw? I could try a Trailblazer, but it’ll take too long to charge up. Damn, when did they get so good at setting each other up? I’ll be able to take them down, but I really don’t feel like being poisoned…fuck it, it is what it is.
NARRATOR-Marrijane prepared to come out victorious with some scrapes & bruises, only to see Kayjay’s mallet, coated in a crystal clear aura. It was only for a brief moment, but his Volume hit the scene like an owl swooping in on its prey for the first time. His mallet sent a burst of force through the large bug, causing it to violently pop into purple shreds. Kayjay’s aura had vanished just as fast as he came to Marrijane’s defense, but he couldn’t keep his smile hidden. His eyes had observed, his Crown Goggles processed the information & his body reacted almost on its own when he had come to a solution. He was living in the moment & he stood ready to swing his mallet again, just like how he had done countless times in his family’s Sound Station. Marrijane couldn’t hide how impressed she was before lightly jabbing him in the arm with the pommel of her sword 3 times.
KAYJAY-Ow! What’s all that for?
MARRIJANE-(Still keeping watch of the Five Fingers Gang) The first two were for my name, it’s Marrijane, not Marri. The third was for you charging in like an idiot! I’m trying to keep you alive.
KAYJAY-(Holding his mallet tighter) I get that & that's why I’m returnin’ the favor by makin’ sure ya’ don’t get hurt.
MARRIJANE-You don’t have to worry about me like that, these guys won’t kill me.
KAYJAY-And with me backin’ ya’ up, you’ll pull it off unscathed. Right?
MARRIJANE-(Watching the opponents close in on them) You seem real confident, you got a plan in that curious head of yours?
KAYJAY-(Nodding) Yeah, I think so…
MARRIJANE-Think so?
KAYJAY-I’ll be able to confirm it soon enough. It might just be a dumb coincidence, but I think I know where they got their strategy from. Just take the lead & I’ll back ya’ up when I catch the pattern.
MARRIJANE-(Irritated by his lack of explanation) Hold up, you can’t just tell me to go off whatever vibe you’re feeling-
KAYJAY-Razor will try to hook his knife gum thing around ya’!
NARRATOR-Marrijane turned, blocking Razor’s knife attack. He quickly reangled the knife & tried another strike, but it was easily deflected again. Pace then tried to cloud surf straight towards Marrijane while she was clashing with Razor. He spun quietly through the air on a light clouded foot while extending his other leg as it gathered dense clouds. He spiraled in to strike the young Musician only to feel all the wind get knocked out of him as his Stage, aura & clouds faded back into himself. He gasped before he smacked against the ground, left completely unconscious. Kayjay had raised his mallet, swinging it down just like he had always practiced. His stage floated around for the brief moment of the strike, the mallet cracking into Pace’s chest. Kayjay exhaled, the big swing almost knocking him over.
KAYJAY-(Data still running through his Crown Goggles) I knew it, it’s just like it, beat for beat.
MARRIJANE-(A vertical swing of her Trailblazer forcing Razor to stop his successive attacks to avoid being hit) Just like what?
KAYJAY-(Turning to face her & slamming his mallet down with all his might, his Stage flashing in & out once again) Pace & Intoxicating are mainly here to run interference-(Striking down another large dusty purple bug) They’ll try to do damage if they see an opening, but they just fill in time for Razor to angle his attacks &-
NARRATOR-Tank was already right behind Marrijane, the muscular image of a giant leg was falling down on her. Without Pace or Intoxicating’s bugs distracting her, she didn’t even feel threatened by the incredibly slow moving attack. She had already shifted behind him, leaping forward before his giant aura leg had even touched ground. His eyes went white as the pommel of her sword struck him in the back of the head, his Stage & Presence fading back into himself just like with Pace. The man slumped to the ground, out cold.
MARRIJANE-And Tank would have time to wind up his slow ass attacks, right?
KAYJAY-Yeah, distraction, attack, distraction attack. A cycle the four of them could run over & over again to keep the pressure on ya’ & prolong any retaliation…it’s just like the old cartoon I used to watch. Ultra Troopers: Unity Brawlers.
MARRIJANE-(Sighing) Dude, you can’t be serious. They’re just copying a cartoon show!?
KAYJAY-Hahah, see, I told ya’ it would sound silly. But yeah, the show focused on a team who didn’t have any individually strong members, but they would work together to compensate for it. Their go to strategy was exactly this: the Hit & Run Trooper Cycle Strike.
MARRIJANE-(Shaking her head as she glared at Razor & Intoxicating) Ain’t no fucking way.
NARRATOR-The two just looked over at their leader & Mic just looked away embarrassed in response. Marrijane got a mean smile on her face as her stage blazed around her.
MARRIJANE-You guys tried to kill me with cartoon show choreography!?
KAYJAY-To be honest, I thought their introductions & poses were familiar. They’re just variations of the ones they did during the show’s run. It’s probably why the cringe I felt was so nostalgic.
MARRIJANE-(Stepping towards Intoxicating) Oh I’m going to get a kick out of this one…
INTOXICATING-(Looking panicked as she surrounded herself with a massive swarm of bugs) Wait, why the hell are coming after me first?
MARRIJANE-(Her flames growing) Because you tried to poison me.
NARRATOR-As Marrijane closed in on her, Razor switched to interference, swinging his gum like in a straight line, the blade like an arrow aimed toward the back of her head. She gazed back at him, but returned facing forward once Kayjay had run in front of the path. He breathed in, exhaling as he swung, Stage flashing around him like a glass sculpture. He smacked the blade directly, sending it hurling back towards Razor. He panicked, jumping back to avoid it instead of just simply turning his Presence off, hitting his head against a wall right behind him. As he knocked himself out, Marrijane swung her Trailblazer through the hoard of bugs Intoxicating had created, burning them to a crisp. Intoxicating walked out from the flames, her hair burnt & frazzled & her clown makeup caked in the ashes of her dead bugs. She collapsed in front of Mic as he stood angry & scared, watching Marrijane slowly approach.
MIC-(His Stage radiating off of him) You…you bitch.
MARRIJANE-(Her Stage glaring at him) So Kayjay, what did the Trooper leader do?
KAYJAY-(Walking over to her, looking exhausted) He would just hang back & coordinate them.
MARRIJANE-Crazy, I guess they didn’t fully copy the show since Mic ain’t do shit. (Teasing tone) So, what’s it gonna be, Moe? You want to try & press the issue or pick up your team & beat it?
Verse 6-Crazy Is A Start
Fervday, 17h Of Whislate, Essence Of Snowfall 2995 A.M., 4:35 Set
East District, Big Central, Compass-Star
KAYJAY-(Walking slowly down an old looking street, soda in hand) I’m surprised ya’ just let them go like that. They tried to kill ya’ & they were worth some sort of Bounty, right?
MARRIJANE-(Walking next to him, shrugging as she sipped on her own soda) Yeah, it’s not like they ever had a chance of killing me anyway. And I’ve turned them in before…they ain’t worth much.
KAYJAY-(Taking a big gulp from his soda, a refreshed smile on his face) Well, if ya’ say it's okay, then I guess it's fine.
MARRIJANE-(A bit of relief on her face) You look a lot better too, cool.
KAYJAY-Hm? Do I?
MARRIJANE-You really don’t know how to look after yourself, do you? You swung that mallet around like three or four times & you looked like you were going to pass out.
KAYJAY-(Looking embarrassed) Geez, I guess my inexperience just keeps gettin’ put on full display, huh? I probably don’t have a lot of Musikal aura to burn.
MARRIJANE-(Shaking her head) Nah, dude, I think you got it mixed up. Your inexperience is definitely as clear as day, but the key issue is that lack of experience, not the pool of Musik you have to work with. You’ve only been able to use your Musik in super brief bursts, but since you aren’t a properly trained Sonicnaut, the amount you release is all over the place. (Flashes of the Thursday fight running through her head) That time with that pale freak we didn’t notice, because we were too busy fighting for our lives & you never actually struck with Musik. You only used it to keep up with the battle. This time you were making contact with Musik.
KAYJAY-I guess, but I mean I strike with my Musik all the time back home Soundsmithin’.
MARRIJANE-True, but you hit with trained intention, you’ve probably been trained to hit materials to craft them how you want them. You don’t have a way to gauge how hard to hit a person or how much Musik to use for those strikes. Earlier you were just swinging with everything you had every time. That along with the bursts of Musik burnt out your larger supply.
KAYJAY-But if my supply is bigger, then why’d I burn out so fast?
MARRIJANE-(Sighing) Man, you need to learn how to start hearing Volumes & feeling out Musik on your own, because it’s kinda crazy & dangerous you didn’t notice. Each of those bursts had you LEAKING Musikal aura. Your lack of control is like you turning on a hose at full blast, you were wasting more than you were using.
KAYJAY-(Shocked) I was!?
MARRIJANE-Yeah & if it wasn’t for your large supply, you might’ve ended up killing yourself.
KAYJAY-(Eyes wide) I could’ve died!?
MARRIJANE-Yeah, & we couldn't have that on your first day. It’s also partly why I just let the Five Fingers go, had to make sure you rested & started building some of your reserves back up. It’ll be fine at the end of the day since those idiots usually only stick to lower level crime & haven’t really been a danger to anyone but other weak ass Jongleurs.
KAYJAY-(Eyes wide & jaw dropped) You were really lookin’ out for my well being!?
MARRIJANE-(Irritated) Why the hell are you shocked about that? I’m a loner, not an asshole, you should know by now I wouldn’t just leave you to die.
KAYJAY-I know, sorry, still just tryin’ to process all this. (A genuine smile on his face, not from thrill, but appreciation) Thanks…Marrijane.
MARRIJANE-(Sighing) Yeah, yeah, don’t mention it. Just try to be more careful from now on.
KAYJAY-(Quickly nodding in agreement) You got it! (Looking around at the unkept apartment buildings & brownstones covering the streets they were walking down) So what should I do? To avoid that whole Musik leakin’ thing I mean.
MARRIJANE-What’s a person do to become a Soundsmith? They train under a master & learn the basics. You aren’t a Sonicnaut, but your pool of Musikal aura would make you a great fit for someone to train. You also aren’t very muscular or heavy either & you’re still pretty young. It would make you well suited for training now more than ever, it’d be like a Master Soundsmith getting their hands on a perfectly shaped, uncut block of Tunelite.
KAYJAY-(Looking down at his scrawny frame) Well…ouch, but yeah, ya’ do have a point. (Looking around at all the local liquor stores & delis at the bottom of all the apartment buildings. Hearing the street musicians performing with raw energy & emotion, people dancing at their corner set ups. His eyes lit up.) Is that why we’re here? Ya’ takin’ me to some sorta’ master Sonicnaut that’s long since retired & led a life of seclusion? Now I’ll be taken on as his sole disciple & learn his long forgotten techniques?
MARRIJANE-(Looking at him from the corner of her eyes as she was waiting to cross the street) What? No, what the hell are you talking about? A plot from one of those cartoons you watch?
KAYJAY-(Blushing) A game, actually…
MARRIJANE-(Rolling her eyes as they were free to cross) Like I said, don’t try to romanticize Big Central.
KAYJAY-(Following her) Then what are we doin’ in East District? Another job?
MARRIJANE-(Hitting a right as soon as they crossed) Nah, East District is probably the most peaceful spot in Big Central when it comes to crime & foot traffic. It isn’t the most glamorous place, but it’s pretty down to earth & that’s something most folks respect.
KAYJAY-(Making an effort to be the one walking closer to the street) Huh? Yeah, the vibe here is definitely strong. Why didn’t we try findin’ a place for me here?
MARRIJANE-Because you got that big ass Swansong to take care of & there aren’t any safe or affordable lots in East District. If you did that, you’d be paying rent for an apartment & the lot space & the traveling fees across the Section to & from the lot. It’s too messy & expensive. Not to mention that it costs a lot more to live here than West District, you wouldn’t be able to afford it.
KAYJAY-Ya’ sound pretty sure of that.
MARRIJANE-(Making a left at the corner) Yep. That’s because I live in East District.
KAYJAY-(Almost stumbling over turning the corner as he heard her) Wait, really!? (Catching up, making sure to walk on the side closer to the street once again) So wait…are you gonna be the Sonicnaut Master to train me?
MARRIJANE-(Trying not to laugh in his face) Dude, please be forreal! I already told you not to romanticize me too. I’m not fit to train anyone in anything, I wouldn’t have the patience for it. I just wanted you to know where I stay at just in case you can’t get in touch over Phonograph. Best way to commit something to memory is to actually do it, so be sure to keep this route in mind.
KAYJAY-(Nodding in agreement, but smirking) I don’t know, ya’ sound pretty good at teachin’ to me.
MARRIJANE-Shut up, it’s just basic pointers to help you navigate the Section.
NARRATOR-Marrijane hit another right, Kayjay following along while he made sure to be the one walking closest to the street & they finally reached Marrijane’s apartment. It was an older looking building, even compared to the others in the East District. It was about 6 stories tall & the bricks that constructed it were stained black with a mediocre paint job, revealing the original red color they originally were.
KAYJAY-(Gazing up at it) What floor are ya’ on?
MARRIJANE-(Typing something into her Phonograph) 6th floor, apartment 604. If you can’t get me to buzz you in for whatever reason, you can just wiggle the gate a specific way to get it open. I’ll show you another time.
KAYJAY-(Looking at her as she was still on her Phonograph) You’re surprisingly trustin’ of me. We only met a few days ago.
MARRIJANE-(Glancing up at him) True, but I know a mama’s boy like you wouldn’t try & cross me or do anything stupid.
KAYJAY-I’m not a mama’s boy.
MARRIJANE-(Scoffing) Sure & you just taught yourself how to be old fashioned & walk on the outer side of the sidewalk.
KAYJAY-(Blushing as he looked back up at the building) So, uh, what’s next for the day?
MARRIJANE-(Putting her Phonograph back in her pocket) Nothing. The day is done early this time. You need to get some rest & think about what you want to do from here. If you still want to help me out, that’s fine for now, but you need to consider what you really want to do for permanent work out here. (Looking around to see if any Swansongs were pulling up) You’re also going to need to consider at least hitting a gym to learn some Sonicnaut basics, if you’re going to be backing me up, you need to pull your weight & keep up.
KAYJAY-I guess ya’ have a point…(Thinking back to all the times he turned down lessons at the local gym in Urban West.) Ya’ know anywhere good?
MARRIJANE-There’s a few places I have in mind that are probably within your budget. There’s also a spot I’ve been hearing good things about in the Central District. Hear they got a new coach working there that’s super talented in all Musikal Elements. He’s not really a Maestro, or anything like that, but his natural talent makes him perfect for teaching newbies the basics. Place is also full of interesting shops & attractions, meaning it attracts a lot of sly Jongleurs too. It’ll be a great place to have a solid day's work in.
KAYJAY-(Rolling his eyes) So ya’ just want to go for work, huh?
MARRIJANE-(A small smirk) Hey, two birds & stones & all that shit. Any who, your ride home is here.
NARRATOR-She pointed at an approaching land cruiser Swansong. It wasn't as fancy as the one Mr. Richards had gotten the night prior, but it was still fancier than what Kayjay was used to.
KAYJAY-Oh, thanks.
MARRIJANE-I hope you didn’t think I was going to let a guy I just met up into my apartment.
KAYJAY-What? No, of course not! I just thought I would have to take public transit home.
MARRIJANE-Relax, I’m just teasing. Get home & get some rest, I’ll come meet up with you tomorrow morning & we’ll hit the gym, okay?
KAYJAY-(Failing to hide his embarrassment) O-okay, yes…Yes! Sounds like a plan to me. Thanks for all the help today, Marri! (Heading into the Swansong)
MARRIJANE-It’s Marrijane.
KAYJAY-I know, I’m just teasin’.
NARRATOR-Marrijane waved him off as the Swansong took him home before she turned to get into her building. She rubbed her aching head with a small smile.
MARRIJANE-Either he’s going to have to stop being so friendly, or I’ll have to get used to all these kindness headaches…Jobber & his stupid blessings in disguise.
13th Compass, West District, Big Central, Compass-Star, 9:15 Set.
NARRATOR-Kayjay laid in his bed, completely exhausted from the day’s events. Despite how much his body ached, he couldn’t help but smile. He felt his Phonograph vibrate, seeing he had received a message from his sister.
CEEJAY’S MESSAGE-Yo, baby bro! Hope all is well with ya’! Mom told me ya’ finally left home & are takin’ on like in Big Central. She seems worried, but I’m sure you’ll be fine with the pretty Musician girl she said was helpin’ ya’ out (Still a lil’ charmer, I see). I know that curiosity of yours is ready to spill out & absorb as much as ya’ can. Just try not to lose ya’self in the struggle, okay? I’m busy travelin’ around as usual, but maybe I’ll try & pay ya’ a visit if I’m around Compass-Star. (DON’T TELL MOM I TOLD YA’ THAT) Anyways, I’ll get outta’ ya’ hair, I’m sure ya’ livin’ it up right now. Love ya’, best of luck on ya’ dreams lil grown owl.
KAYJAY-(Laughing to himself as he plugged his Phonograph into the charger) Livin’ it up big, alright…so to speak…
NARRATOR-Kayjay drifted to sleep, finding it easier than it had ever been in years.
Marrijane’s Apartment, East District, Big Central, Compass-Star, 11;45 Set.
MARRIJANE-(Shooting up from her bed in the completely dark room, the only light from her Phonograph, illuminating her face) The hell do you mean he was murdered!? I was just telling Kayjay I was going to take him over there tomorrow!
JOBBER’S VOICE-(Blunt, but serious) Well, that’s off the board now.
MARRIJANE-(Sucking her teeth) Shit, how’d he die? I heard the guy was pretty damn tough & well trained on top of his talent.
JOBBER’S VOICE-I don’t have all the details just yet, but from the little dirt I could dig up, it almost sounds like he had holes melted into his body, rotting him from the inside.
MARRIJANE-(Her stomach dropping) Fuck.
JOBBER-What? That match up with that Thursday guy?
MARRIJANE-No, totally different, if he was turning someone’s insides to goop, he’d do it a lot sloppier than that. This sounds more precise with whatever Presence & Instrument the killer had.
JOBBER-Makes sense. What’s making this so wide spread though is the fact that there have been some talk going on about a possible serial killer in Big Central. The people that have turned up dead up until now were lower star Jongleurs though, so it wasn’t getting a lot of attention.
MARRIJANE-(Sighing) Well our lazy new Orchestrator is going to have to give it some sort of attention now, before too many false rumors spread.
JOBBER-Knowing how that lady acts, I’m sure she’ll make some sort of wild statement. I just called to let you know this could be a potentially juicy job in the near future. Should I keep you posted?.
MARRIJANE-(Flashes of Kayjay’s thrilled smiles running through her head. Her expression more serious) Yeah, keep me posted, just make sure that the newbie doesn’t catch on to things just yet.
TRACK 003 END
TUNE IN FOR MUSIKAL TERMS
Maestro-The term given to a Sonicnaut near Expert level or above, specifically tasked with training up & coming talent. They can be found at gyms, various Venues throughout the Philharmonic & even hidden in seclusion.
Musikal Elements-The 21 principles of Musik that Sonicnauts study to become official. The concepts are split into 5 sections, better known as Elements, with the 21st principle, the Album, at the center. Think of it as a hand, each finger an Element & the palm as the Album. The 5 Elements are: Core (Presence, Stage, Volume, Soul), Forms (Choreography, Melody, Rhythm, Flow), Methods (Lyrics, Remix, Technical, Deluxe), Style (Instruments, Audio Arts, Tools, Covers) & Abilities (Songs, Talent, Hit Record, Zenith).
Five Fingers Gang-An extremely small time Label, local to Big Central. It is only composed of 5 members: Mic, Intoxicating, Razor, Tank & Pace. They joined forces in order to make up for their individual weaknesses & failures, usually committing small-time crimes & gaining smaller bounties from MP3. They have been locked up countless times, but have been freed relatively quickly due to the crimes being non violent & their lack of high threat.
13th Compass Floors:
Base-Storage Space For Supplies & Smaller Vehicles, Also Acts As The Hold The Entrance To The Swansong & The Main Elevator.
Level 1-Sound Stations & Jam Session Rooms
Level 2-Concert Halls & War Meeting Rooms.
Level 3-Piloting & Operations Space.
Level 4-Lounging Spaces & Kitchen.
Level 5-Crew’s Personal Rooms, Bathrooms & Shower.
Top-The Main Deck With Classic Piloting Controls.
