entitas tenebrarias inter animos (as Caroline Bishop)
There were beings following in the darkness, CETIA knew. Sensing them was a simple task; their minds could not be hidden from the network, even if their forms were. From scanning their surface thoughts, CETIA could determine that there were seven humans or humanoid beings in that group. There was no way to tell if any of them had powers, although the network made an educated guess that at least one of them might have some sort of sensory ability. That was a likely reason for why they had managed to track CETIA so well through the back alleys of the Underground, never splitting apart even as the paths did.
CETIA reporting. Beings remain in pursuit. Reason unknown. Identification requested.
The surface thought scan transmitted itself back to the core of the ETIA itself, making the information available to the other branches of the entity's network. There was a gentle mental pulse as the main entity checked its memory archives. The process normally took only a few moments but with the sparse amount of data that CETIA had collected, it was that much more difficult to make a clear connection. The answer came back after enough time for a quadruple check had passed.
Zmiaxri wpuypuxaiwjm. Vazrnmz wpvyzgcrwyp zmqawzmd.
Nothing, then.
The entity did not know emotion and Caroline Bishop was buried too deeply to feel disappointment, so CETIA merely continued to coolly evade those pursuers. The alleyways were becoming wider and less numerous, however, and sound there echoed rather loudly. The tapping of high heels against concrete in particular was painfully obvious. There was absolutely no way that anybody could miss it if they were searching for it.
Soon enough, too, CETIA came upon a fork and chose the left side, only to find that it was a dead end. A quick survey of the place found no other way out, no ladders or stairs, even. The only possible actions were to either wait or turn back. The former would be useless. The main entity had not dispatched any aid; there was no point to it when CETIA was just a singular pin on its entire network and the consciousness of Caroline Bishop was already woven to it. The human body was utterly replaceable, little more than a puppet to work through. It wasn't brain dead yet, but it was a near thing.
So CETIA turned back and that was when the seven pursuers caught up at last, blocking both of the other two paths. Three women and four men total, all of them in business attire.
"You know, it's really impolite to be running away from people when they're trying to talk to you." The speaker was a bespectacled middle aged woman that CETIA immediately labeled as the leader of the group, standing confidently behind the other six people. She was well dressed in a dark grey pantsuit and her brown hair was in a bob cut. Every bit of her screamed white collar worker. "Now are we going to talk like two civilized beings or not?"
There was something in the woman's voice that registered positively in CETIA's memory and after a search, the network concluded that it was her accent. It was same type that Caroline Bishop had spoken with before she had merged with the ETIA branch. British.
"Two?" CETIA said with a blank look, taking speech patterns from Caroline Bishop's memories. "Are you blind or are your colleagues simply supposed to be invisible?" The vocal inflections were all correct but as the ETIA did not really understand human mannerisms, there was still something quite noticeably off.
The brunette woman chuckled a little. "Oh no, it's neither of those. These men and women here are simply observers. After all, you and your fellow managers are surprisingly hard to get a hold of. If my colleagues weren't present, then doubt could be cast on everything I say about our little chat afterwards."
Sending out a scan on the woman's thoughts right then, CETIA could read the reason for their little chat. "We were not aware that Ouroboros would take such interest in tailoring," CETIA said after a moment, verifying the information with the main entity. "Unless your organization was interested in a commission, Linda Stovall."
Hearing her name, Linda Stovall immediately frowned before it smoothed itself out of her face seconds later. "I won't pretend to know how you obtained that information," she said. "In any case, this is hardly about me."
CETIA surveyed the woman's companions, already knowing that. A few of the other six shifted uncomfortably as CETIA observed them. "Go on, then."
"Your business is rather becoming a nuisance to our operations," Linda Stovall began.
"Which one?" CETIA interrupted. "The drug trade or the counterfeiting ring?"
The woman frowned again. "I don't have to answer that," she said, looking immensely suspicious. "All you need to know is that the increased amount of activity is starting to attract too much attention and it's not only our organization which is feeling the effects of it. We understand that your group is new to the area. It would be unreasonable to expect you to be familiar with the rules around here when you've only just settled into the scene. So let me explain."
"You are what we call a second degree business. You have multiple locations and steady, good business. Most second degree businesses here have agreements with us. Yours does not. Which is your choice, of course," she reassured. "However, when your choice harms the other businesses nearby, that becomes our problem, too. Do you understand?"
"Yes," CETIA said bluntly. "You're attempting to establish a collective, wronged coalition instead of a singular wronged unit and so take higher moral ground for yourself."
Linda Stovall pursed her lips together. "Now that's rather harsh, don't you think?" she said lightly.
CETIA stared blankly. "No."
The woman sighed harshly. "Fine. Have it your way," she said, scowling. "It's all well and good to bring in the wealthy clientele to the Underground but the rate has risen so much ever since you've come in that the law is taking notice. Everybody knows that some questionable activities might occur across the Underground. None of us have ever had a problem with the authorities before, however. The fact is, none of the locals care and none of the outsiders cared either, until they had enough reasons to make regular visits in some of the Underground's more unreputable locations."
"That seems like more of your problem than ours. Why not just move?" CETIA suggested.
"Do you have any idea how much equipment we would have to take with us?" Linda Stovall said impatiently. "We have been in these locations for decades! It's not easy to simply pick up and leave. That's not even touching on the amount of people we would have to shift around. Your franchise in particular is very ill placed. If you were to move more to the outskirts of the area, many of the issues between us would be resolved. Or perhaps your entire chain would be better situated downtown. Your products are not magical, after all. Our organization would even help you, all of you, with the move."
CETIA forwarded the offer and the main entity pondered over it. It would be very easy to agree to this proposition, as it seemed reasonable enough. But that was rather bland and the ETIA was curious to see what would happen if it answered no to a perfectly good option.
"No," CETIA answered. "We will not be moving, thank you."
"You can't possibly be answering for all of your absent colleagues," Linda argued.
"We will not be moving," CETIA repeated calmly, noting that everybody had taken a few discrete steps backwards. "We are of the same mind and this is our answer."
The look on Linda Stovall's face was dark. "What a pity," she said, almost to herself. "Very well then. Marcel, if you'd please."
CETIA observed that she appeared to be speaking to the short man with blond hair who stood in front of her. Nothing happened for a good few moments and through Caroline Bishop, the main entity observed in bemusement. As CETIA was debating whether to simply slip around the group, however, something stabbed sharply into the network. The human body gasped and dropped to its knees as somebody tried to wrestle ETIA for control.
If there was one thing that the ETIA could hate, it was having its network messed with. Though even now it was not angry per say, it leaned towards being vengeful as it turned the network's defenses against the attacker.
With a howl of pain, the blond haired man fell down, convulsing. CETIA looked on with something like fascination.
There were beings following in the darkness, CETIA knew. Sensing them was a simple task; their minds could not be hidden from the network, even if their forms were. From scanning their surface thoughts, CETIA could determine that there were seven humans or humanoid beings in that group. There was no way to tell if any of them had powers, although the network made an educated guess that at least one of them might have some sort of sensory ability. That was a likely reason for why they had managed to track CETIA so well through the back alleys of the Underground, never splitting apart even as the paths did.
CETIA reporting. Beings remain in pursuit. Reason unknown. Identification requested.
The surface thought scan transmitted itself back to the core of the ETIA itself, making the information available to the other branches of the entity's network. There was a gentle mental pulse as the main entity checked its memory archives. The process normally took only a few moments but with the sparse amount of data that CETIA had collected, it was that much more difficult to make a clear connection. The answer came back after enough time for a quadruple check had passed.
Zmiaxri wpuypuxaiwjm. Vazrnmz wpvyzgcrwyp zmqawzmd.
Nothing, then.
The entity did not know emotion and Caroline Bishop was buried too deeply to feel disappointment, so CETIA merely continued to coolly evade those pursuers. The alleyways were becoming wider and less numerous, however, and sound there echoed rather loudly. The tapping of high heels against concrete in particular was painfully obvious. There was absolutely no way that anybody could miss it if they were searching for it.
Soon enough, too, CETIA came upon a fork and chose the left side, only to find that it was a dead end. A quick survey of the place found no other way out, no ladders or stairs, even. The only possible actions were to either wait or turn back. The former would be useless. The main entity had not dispatched any aid; there was no point to it when CETIA was just a singular pin on its entire network and the consciousness of Caroline Bishop was already woven to it. The human body was utterly replaceable, little more than a puppet to work through. It wasn't brain dead yet, but it was a near thing.
So CETIA turned back and that was when the seven pursuers caught up at last, blocking both of the other two paths. Three women and four men total, all of them in business attire.
"You know, it's really impolite to be running away from people when they're trying to talk to you." The speaker was a bespectacled middle aged woman that CETIA immediately labeled as the leader of the group, standing confidently behind the other six people. She was well dressed in a dark grey pantsuit and her brown hair was in a bob cut. Every bit of her screamed white collar worker. "Now are we going to talk like two civilized beings or not?"
There was something in the woman's voice that registered positively in CETIA's memory and after a search, the network concluded that it was her accent. It was same type that Caroline Bishop had spoken with before she had merged with the ETIA branch. British.
"Two?" CETIA said with a blank look, taking speech patterns from Caroline Bishop's memories. "Are you blind or are your colleagues simply supposed to be invisible?" The vocal inflections were all correct but as the ETIA did not really understand human mannerisms, there was still something quite noticeably off.
The brunette woman chuckled a little. "Oh no, it's neither of those. These men and women here are simply observers. After all, you and your fellow managers are surprisingly hard to get a hold of. If my colleagues weren't present, then doubt could be cast on everything I say about our little chat afterwards."
Sending out a scan on the woman's thoughts right then, CETIA could read the reason for their little chat. "We were not aware that Ouroboros would take such interest in tailoring," CETIA said after a moment, verifying the information with the main entity. "Unless your organization was interested in a commission, Linda Stovall."
Hearing her name, Linda Stovall immediately frowned before it smoothed itself out of her face seconds later. "I won't pretend to know how you obtained that information," she said. "In any case, this is hardly about me."
CETIA surveyed the woman's companions, already knowing that. A few of the other six shifted uncomfortably as CETIA observed them. "Go on, then."
"Your business is rather becoming a nuisance to our operations," Linda Stovall began.
"Which one?" CETIA interrupted. "The drug trade or the counterfeiting ring?"
The woman frowned again. "I don't have to answer that," she said, looking immensely suspicious. "All you need to know is that the increased amount of activity is starting to attract too much attention and it's not only our organization which is feeling the effects of it. We understand that your group is new to the area. It would be unreasonable to expect you to be familiar with the rules around here when you've only just settled into the scene. So let me explain."
"You are what we call a second degree business. You have multiple locations and steady, good business. Most second degree businesses here have agreements with us. Yours does not. Which is your choice, of course," she reassured. "However, when your choice harms the other businesses nearby, that becomes our problem, too. Do you understand?"
"Yes," CETIA said bluntly. "You're attempting to establish a collective, wronged coalition instead of a singular wronged unit and so take higher moral ground for yourself."
Linda Stovall pursed her lips together. "Now that's rather harsh, don't you think?" she said lightly.
CETIA stared blankly. "No."
The woman sighed harshly. "Fine. Have it your way," she said, scowling. "It's all well and good to bring in the wealthy clientele to the Underground but the rate has risen so much ever since you've come in that the law is taking notice. Everybody knows that some questionable activities might occur across the Underground. None of us have ever had a problem with the authorities before, however. The fact is, none of the locals care and none of the outsiders cared either, until they had enough reasons to make regular visits in some of the Underground's more unreputable locations."
"That seems like more of your problem than ours. Why not just move?" CETIA suggested.
"Do you have any idea how much equipment we would have to take with us?" Linda Stovall said impatiently. "We have been in these locations for decades! It's not easy to simply pick up and leave. That's not even touching on the amount of people we would have to shift around. Your franchise in particular is very ill placed. If you were to move more to the outskirts of the area, many of the issues between us would be resolved. Or perhaps your entire chain would be better situated downtown. Your products are not magical, after all. Our organization would even help you, all of you, with the move."
CETIA forwarded the offer and the main entity pondered over it. It would be very easy to agree to this proposition, as it seemed reasonable enough. But that was rather bland and the ETIA was curious to see what would happen if it answered no to a perfectly good option.
"No," CETIA answered. "We will not be moving, thank you."
"You can't possibly be answering for all of your absent colleagues," Linda argued.
"We will not be moving," CETIA repeated calmly, noting that everybody had taken a few discrete steps backwards. "We are of the same mind and this is our answer."
The look on Linda Stovall's face was dark. "What a pity," she said, almost to herself. "Very well then. Marcel, if you'd please."
CETIA observed that she appeared to be speaking to the short man with blond hair who stood in front of her. Nothing happened for a good few moments and through Caroline Bishop, the main entity observed in bemusement. As CETIA was debating whether to simply slip around the group, however, something stabbed sharply into the network. The human body gasped and dropped to its knees as somebody tried to wrestle ETIA for control.
If there was one thing that the ETIA could hate, it was having its network messed with. Though even now it was not angry per say, it leaned towards being vengeful as it turned the network's defenses against the attacker.
With a howl of pain, the blond haired man fell down, convulsing. CETIA looked on with something like fascination.