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Not the whole Avant Garde They don’t all live in this dimension See, the universe is kind of like a shitty apart their own di, only the walls are thin and the insulation is garbage and the roof leaks, so so bass and yelling about who forgot to take out the trash Soe around in other people’s stuff whenever they want Some people are shut-ins
Look atlike it’s normal to know this stuff!
Anyway, Still Life and Greyscale caents when they were all of six months older than us, considerably less ees on an MMO called Warlock and Key: The Online Adventure, and called Simon and Nina
Simon clapped his hands and said, “Let’s all have a drink We’ll all need a drink”
I didn’t uy; B, don’t invite yourself into my booze, thanks; and C, Simon was in black and white Like an old photo Just sucked dry of color Other than that, he looked like a nor for the weddings-and-funerals suit he’d obviously felt the occasion deserved, but normal Just desaturated Greyscale Nina looked like the hue photo filters She dressed like she’d walked off the set of a 1970s kids’ show: rainbow-striped shirt, suspenders, pink jeans, green-rionna teach me about phonics in a minute
I like Nina now She keeps chickens because she likes them better than people, and for whatever reason, her powers don’t work on chickens My hands are tied behind s she dropped off last week resting in their carton I asked her once:
“How coame all the ti? I wouldn’t touch a ga for the AP, you know?”
Nina Batista pettedbad happens”
The situation was this: there were, in fact, such things as diic even if it isn’t technically ic Superpowers existed Superheroes existed Supervillains definitely existed Some of these powers didn’t come from a person but froroup of people who had these objects, and now Jason had one too Nina Batista and Simon Steere Still Life and Greyscale Jason would eist in due time
“It’s not really a button,” Nina explained shyly, nodding toward the zole on Jason’s coat “It just looks like one in this reality It’sa se the power of one of the Seven Eidolons of Artifice, who live in the Is of pure emotion that feed on the vibrations created by all huoodness on this plane of existence Does that make any sense at all?”
Jason and I looked at each other and shrugged “Sure,” we said at the sa Star Trek, so”
“Yeah, that doesn’t even sound that weird,” Jason finished for me
Apparently, Jason’s button was the sigil of the Chaotic White Eidolon Si Claw machine when he elve, and Nina stole a bracelet fro to the Pacific Violet Eidolon Whoops Jason explained about the neo-imperial combo box and Alan Greenspan and the alien tentacle lizard CEO and the Civil War soldier with a smartphone and all the rest of our one-hour photos
“Whatwhat can you guys do?” he ventured
“Shapeshift,” said Simon