Ceramic DM Round 3-1: Macbeth vs. BardStephenFox, the DM vs. Player showdown.
Distortion
By Sage LaTorra, a.k.a. Macbeth
For some people a job means a 9-5 monotony, for some people a job means hours of meaningless work for minimum wage, for some people a job means any number of things. But for Niles, a job meant hunting djinn.
"What? You want me to hunt..." Niles was confused.
"A djinn. A genie. A middle eastern mythical creature." The man in the center responded. The men on either side of him, likely his muscle, did their best to look intimidating, and succeeded admirably.
"And by mythical you mean...?"
"A creature of the imagination."
"Oh, that's good. I thought that mythical meant it didn't exist." The sarcasm was dripping from Niles' voice.
"It does. Djinn don't exist, or at least not in the same way you and I do." The man in the center still had his back to Niles, as did the men who on either side of him.
"Care to explain? Or will I be left in the dark as usual?"
"Your complaint is noted, Mr. Niles. And in this case, you will be informed. Djinn exist because we think they do. They are a product, or rather byproduct, of years of myths, tales, and stories. For many years they were unique to the Middle East, but as the stories spread, they shifted. This is the first time we've seen one in America, and as best we can tell, he fled his home to come here."
"Fled his home?"
"The turmoil in the middle east is no less hard on creatures of imagination then they are on those of flesh and bone." The central man cleared his throat. "And by coming here he has been changed."
"Changed?"
"The American Zeitgeist holds a different view of djinn then the middle east. Specifically, this djinn has found that he can grant wishes."
"And what's so bad about that?"
"We have a creature roaming the heartlands that can warp reality. That's bad enough. So you're going to track him down."
This was more familiar ground for Niles. "Dead or alive?"
"I don't give a damn. But be weary: he can change just about anything to meet other's desires. From what we know, he feeds by fulfilling desires."
"Won't make a difference. The bastard is still going down."
"The one bit of advice I can give you: at this point, he's still adapting to his new found powers. His little modifications to reality cause... distortion."
"Distortion?"
"Best way to describe it. Like an out of focus picture, or looking down into a pool of water. You'll figure it out."
The shell like structure flared into life in front of the three men, throwing them into relief from Niles' point of view. The shell displayed a video of an airplane flying over seemingly endless plains.(1) "He was last sighted by this automated drone flying a routine test flight over Dakota." The image on the screen flew forward, and two small shapes came into view on the ground below, barely distinguishable as humans. As the shapes grew closer, the screen seemed to bend and distort, and without warning there was a car beside the shapes. One of the men got into the car, and drove out of sight, just as the drone flew over where the other man still stood.
Niles' was confused, a depressingly common situation at this point. "What was that?"
The man in the center pressed something on the pillar in front of him, and the screen went blank. "That was our friend, the djinn, creating a Ferrari out of thin air. Luckily the man he was 'helping' had a fairly mundane wish. But what if he was a Nazi? Or a member of the KKK? What might he have wanted? It seems our friend Mr. djinn works on subconscious desire, not a decided want. If he happens to encounter the wrong person, say a person with suicidal tendencies, the world could end."
"Fine. Normal pay?"
"Yes. Your rather exorbitant fees will be payed."
"Expenses covered?"
The man in the center sighed. "Yes, fine."
"Good. I'll see you when I have him."
Niles turned and walked out of the room, trying to shake the tingle on the back of his neck that he got whenever he talked to his employer.
The driving was pure boredom. Mile after mile of nothing after nothing. Niles had begun to hate the heart of America, from the time his radio cut out, and failed to find another station, AM or FM. He played games in his mind. He doubled numbers until he lost count, somewhere around 294805 (he never was very good at math). He tried anything to keep himself awake.
Finally he reached a small town. A diner, a gas station, and enough houses to keep the people who staffed both. Niles needed a break, so he pulled off the highway into the parking lot for the diner. In the diner, he sat down, ordered the local specialty (ominously known as "Just Steak"), and settled down for a rest.
As he was waiting for his food, a man in a dark suit and sunglasses sat down across from him. Most people would be wary of this, but Niles had too much experience with shady characters and conspiracies. "Who are you?" he asked, taking in as many details as he could about the black suited man.
"A friend. I've been sent to help you."
"And how do I know you're not working for an enemy. I've got more then a few people who would be happy to send somebody to help me die."
"I know you have enemies. I'm not one of them." The dark suited man casually rearranged the silverware at his place, turning the knife to face himself.
Niles caught the signal. "Good. You got a name?"
"I've got one. But you can call me Marid."
"Odd name."
"Well, I'm an odd person."
"Aren't we all?"
Marid laughed, a deep, windy laugh. "I guess we are, I guess we are. How much further have we got to go to find the target?"
"Nother 3 hours or so."
"Ugh. You look tired. Want me to drive?"
"Fine, I could use some sleep, just let me eat first."
"You already order?"
"Yeah. The local special."
"Just Steak? Not worth waiting for."
"Too bad, I'm hungry and we're waiting."
"Fine." The waitress came back with the "Just Steak," which turned out to be very deserving of it's title. Marid glanced at the beef, and turned to the waitress. "A glass of water, please?"
"Sure, hon." The waitress turned, and walked off to get Marid's water. When she returned with the water, Marid downed the entire glass in one gulp.
Niles took note. "Thirsty?"
"Always."
"Then you'd better bring a water bottle. We've got a ways to go."
After the Just Steak was Just Finished, they set off, with Marid driving, the sunglasses still perched on his face.
The roads continued, as did the nothing around them, and Niles took the chance to sneak in a nap. He hadn't realized just how much he wanted a companion, somebody to take the wheel, just for a bit. As he nodded off, the car shifted, the seat faded, the road stopped. Niles was asleep, in bed. No more roads, nor more monotony, just a simple bed to sleep in. The moon dominated the window above the bed.
Niles settled into his dream, curled beneath the sheets, settled into the bed.
Then he became aware of the eyes.
The room had been pulled apart, long claws pulling the ceiling apart, letting in the eyes.(2) He knew, somehow, they were djinn eyes. They were eyes that had seen ancient empires, eyes that had spent years in the desert, eyes that had seen war after war. The eyes stared for a second, taking in Niles, digesting him. Then the eyes burst into flame. Even in the dream, Niles could feel the djinn, closing in, the burning eyes filling his vision, he tried to crawl away, he moved back, he...
Noticed the distortion. This wasn't his dream, it was being altered.
Niles woke up. Marid was shaking him. "You alright? You were squirming around a bit." Marid still had his ever present sunglasses on. Niles wondered what his eyes looked like.
"Yeah. I'm fine." Niles hoped he sounded more sure then he felt. He composed himself for a second, then spoke. "I think he's nearby."
"Who? The target? But we've still got another hour to where he was last seen, how can you know where he is?"
"He's taunting me. Or trying to scare me. He's doing something to me, he was in my dreams."
"Damn..." Marid's voice trailed off. "Well, we're about a mile out of the next town. Seems like a good place to start."
"Sure." Niles settled back down into his seat. Despite the disturbing nature of his dream he felt relieved. He realized that this was perfect. The djinn hat tipped his hand. Now Niles could find him. This was just what he needed, an easy catch. As they neared the town Niles idly pondered what Marid's eyes looked like.
Marid pulled into the small town of Mill. The slowing of the car pulled Niles out of his half-hearted sleep. He yawned. "This it?"
"Yep. Where do we start?" Marid's sunglasses still obscured his eyes.
"I would guess we talk to the locals. Ask about anything strange."
"Fair enough." Marid pulled the car into the most public place to be found: a large diner that seemed to double as the town meeting hall. Marid led the way in.
A cheery waitress, a few years too old, obviously tired of life, greeted them as they entered. "What can I do for ya'll?"
Niles stepped forward. "Well, we're from the Inquirer, we heard some reports of strange happenings in these parts, Mam. Know anybody we could talk to, interview, something like that?" He did an admirable job of shifting from the mannerisms of a hardened killer to a talkative reporter.
"THE inquirer? Wow, I read that all the time, I loved the story about the Alien abductions in Belen, can't believe nobody else carried that article."
"Well, Mam, the government controls all the other news companies, and they have an interest in covering things up."
"Don't ya know it. Well, if your looking for information, I'd go see Tex, over up Main Street, blue house, number... let me think... 723. He knows just about everything that goes on round here."
"Thank you Mam. We'll be in touch."
Niles led the way back out of the diner. "We going to 723 Main Street?" Marid asked, as he got into the drivers seat. "Of course." Niles replied, back to being himself.
Main Street turned out to be a bit of a misnomer. It was not a street, rather a dirt road, and the only thing main about it was that water main that could be seen under the dirt. Marid found 723 with no problem. "This looks like it."
"Fine. You come in with me, but don't talk unless you have to." Niles began to mentally shift to the manners of an Inquirer reporter.
"Why can't I talk?"
"Be cause you haven't proved to me that you can talk your way out of a lie."
"Can't prove myself if you don't give me a chance." Niles couldn't tell if Marid was being humorous. Damn sunglasses.
"Can't have a chance until you've earned it. Now shut up, and act like you're a reporter." Niles knocked on the door. A few seconds later the door opened, revealing a man, dressed in clothes that made it painfully obvious he was a rancher, or at least wanted to be one. "Can I help you gents?" the obviously-trying-to-be-a-rancher said in a forced drawl.
"Well sir, we're from the Inquirer," said Niles from the Inquirer 'we heard there might be some interesting occurrences round these parts."
The admiration in the man's eyes was clear. "The Inquirer? I love your reportin', weren't nobody else who would carry the article bout the ratboy born in Mississippi, but you guys reported it, pictures and all."
"That we did sir. Mind if we come in and ask you a few questions?"
"Sure, sure, come in. My name's Tex." the obviously-trying-to-be-a-rancher said in the same forced drawl. It was clear that the only way he got the nickname Tex was by asking people to call him that.
"Well, thank you Tex. My name's Robert, and this is Fred." Niles extended his hand.
Tex took it, and shook it hardily. He motioned for them to sit down in the kitchen, which was slightly hazy, but with no obvious source for the haze. "Now, lets see what I can think of... odd happenings... let's see..." Tex started to list off a series of minor strange occurrences. Odd noises, strangely shaped vegetables, various deities appearing alone, or, rarely, in small groups, in soup, yogurt, oatmeal, and, on one occasion, a Just Steak from the place down the road, things that would interest Inquirer reporter Robert Niles, but nothing that sounded even the littlest bit djinn related. Niles dutifully took notes, to maintain the facade of being a reporter, but his attention was slipping.
Finally, just as Niles thought he couldn't take anymore, as he desperately hoped Tex would either stop or bring up something interesting, something caught his attention. "And I finally managed to bring my dead buffalo back to life. Being wanting him to come back for years, but didn't happen till yesterday."
Niles jumped back into reporter mode. Marid was still sitting there, and he seemed to be smiling faintly. Niles got back into the rhythm of reporter speak. "That's certainly interesting. Think we could see it?"
Tex nodded. "Sure, but don't get up. Now that he's back, he's house trained too." Tex cupped his hands to his mouth and yelled. "Come 'ere, Fluffy." The floor of the house began to shake.
A huge buffalo emerged from a hallway that Niles could only presume led outside. Tex looked all the more absurd with a buffalo that had probably died from his own lack of knowledge nuzzling his foot. Inside his own house.(3)
"This here's fluffy." Tex said, with no small amount of pride.
Niles tried to compose himself. "So... How did he come back to life."
"Don't know, don't care. Been hoping for him come back for years, and he's finally back."
"And you're sure it's him? That this is... fluffy?"
"Yep, Same birthmark, same teeth, same horns, same measurements, and everything. He's even got the scar from where I accidentally nicked him while trying to get some of his fur."
This definitely seemed to be the djinn's work. "When... Fluffy... returned, was there anybody else around?"
Tex sat in thought for a second. "Yeah, that boy from out of town was over here doing odd jobs for a little cash."
"Boy from out of town? Is he still here?"
"Yeah. Staying down at the motel. Let me see if I can find the room number." Tex dug through a number of small papers. "Sure 'nuff, here it is. Room 23."
Niles made a note. "Well, thanks Tex, I'm going to go see if this boy... what did you say his name was?"
"Abe."
Of course, thought Niles. Probably short for Abraham. Middle eastern name. It must be him.
"We're just going to go talk to Abe. I'll see you later, Tex."
"You too, Robert." Fluffy snorted, as if to say goodbye.
As they got back into the car, Marid adjusted his sunglasses (which he still had not removed) and spoke. "You didn't find out what motel he was talking about.
"Think about it. In this town, you don't need a name, it's just THE motel. I'll be there's only one."
"Sharp."
"You've got to be, in this line of work."
Marid and Niles drove away, towards the motel.
There was indeed only one motel, and room 23 was easy enough to find. Niles banged on the door, with Marid beside him, his sunglasses sparkling in the sun.
The door opened a crack. "Can I help you?" the voice had a slight accent. This must be him, Niles thought.
"Sir, I'm with the Inquirer. Could I ask you some questions?"
"I guess so." The voice was cautious. The door swung the rest of the way open. "Abe?" Niles asked.
"That's my name." Abe was whiter then Niles expected. If not for the accent, he wouldn't have expected him to be from the Middle East.
Niles stepped in, Marid a step behind him. "Well Abe," he began to reach for his notebook, but instead started to dive at Abe.
"No" was Abe's only reaction.
Niles enjoyed his High School years.
It was good to be back outside the Burger Berg, the smell of their french fries permeating the air around the building, his back pressed up against the wall with the Lizard mural by her body. His arms wrapped around her, like explorers, mapping the geography of her body, occasionally going too far and being reluctantly pushed back towards the equator of her body.(4) So far he had made it as far north as Florida, by his best estimate, and as far south as Peru. He hoped to reach the Tropic of Cancer and the Tropic of Capricorn in his room later. His thoughts drifted to the plans for the rest of the night...
And then he noticed the haze, a slight distortion. This wasn't real. Of course not. High School was years ago, but he wanted to go back, deep down.
Niles punched up through the layers of illusion, forcing himself to the source. And he saw him.
He had yet to really see Abe. He had seem a man, but this was really Abe.
His pale body moved the air around it like water, parting, shimmering, making ripples. His thin frame seemed powerful, his shirtless chest flexing.(5) His eyes had been replaced by gems of some type, and they sparkled like fire. He seemed to exist in more then one place, like Abe was moving beyond his body. A second, immaterial set of arms stretched out behind him, and faded into the shifting patterns of reality behind him. Abe moved the air, moved reality, like a swimmer in a pool: twisting it about himself, making small changes, moving himself through it at will.
And the illusion ended. Abe knew it, and he fled the room. Mirad tried to stop him, but Abe was too fast. Mirad’s glasses feel to the floor, revealing... a pair of hazel eyes. Mirad picked up his sunglasses. "That bastard better not have scratched the lenses. They're Oakley's."
Niles stood up. "Worry about your glasses later, he's getting away."
"Right." They both gave chase. Abe might have been able to shift reality, but he couldn't run very fast, and with the only desires nearby being two people dead set on catching him, consciously and subconsciously, Abe could only run. Niles caught up to him with ease, and tackled him.
The fight was short and brutal. Niles had a huge physical advantage. He knocked Abe out and dragged him into the car with Mirad's help.
The drive back was as monotonous as the drive to Mill. Mirad drove again and Niles slept, and when he couldn't sleep anymore, he thought. He thought about djinn, he though about distortion, he thought about desire, he thought about how Tex's kitchen had been hazy almost... distorted, he thought about how everything had happened at just the right time, the dream, the buffalo, Mirad, everything, he thought it was all to easy.
Why would Tex's kitchen have distortion? The djinn had been there some time ago, hadn't he? Could it just have been hazy? No, it was too thick to obvious, why would there be distortion there... unless the only reason Tex's buffalo had come back to life was to give Niles a lead? Then the djinn must have been there... but how? Abe was at the motel. So he wasn't the djinn... that's why it was so easy, why everything had been like Niles wanted it to be. He wanted a companion, so Mirad showed up, he wanted a lead so Tex's buffalo came back to life, he wanted to find a djinn, so Abe had been there. But then the real djinn was...
"Pull over." Niles said as he sat up again.
"You figured it out."
"Of course I did. I'm not stupid. You did it all. Abe wasn't a djinn, Mirad, you are. Why? Why did you help me?"
"Because you were the biggest source of desire in the area, and I figured if I could help you find a genie, and feed myself, and avoid capture, it would be the best for everybody. And it still could be. He could be your djinn. You did capture him. You saw him fulfilling desires."
"No. I'm taking you." Niles grabbed the wheel with one hand, and cold clocked Mirad with the other. Mirad slumped over, the blow to the head knocking him out. The car slowed as Mirad's foot stopped pushing the gas. When they stopped, Niles bound Mirad, lay him in the back with Abe, and continued back to headquarters. The boss would be happy.
Mirad walked back towards Mill. Humans were so easy to manipulate when they got what they wanted. Niles wanted to knock him out, and Mirad had granted his desire, and now Niles would return with what seemed to be Mirad. Barely any distortion either. He was getting better. Now if he could just find somebody who wanted him to get back to Mill without having to walk...
Picture Use:
(1)
The boss and his assistants from Niles’ point of view while the video plays.
(2)
The djinn’s eyes disturb Niles’ dream.
(3)
Tex’s kitchen, with fluffy, hazy from the effects of the djinn’s magic.
(4)
Niles’ delusion when Abe warps reality to match his desires.
(5)
Abe’s true form, warping reality like water and air.