Begin
Fern (V.O.)
Sense. Feeling. Memory. So much of it, and so much light and warmth and life. I could feel it all, all around me, in vast extent, and it all felt new and strange. Even as I remembered much of this the same as when living before, I didn't relate to it. The memories were there, supposedly mine, but they were just memories, same as the infinite multitude of others I had absorbed over the ages.
No, this was different. These feelings, this sense, this space, it was all mine, in the now, with all of the past, present and future before me to be discovered... all mine. I felt like I could do anything, and this scared me. I knew that I felt like I could do anything, and this terrified me. And I felt myself terrified... and this, above all else, reassured me. It centered me, this terror, and in time, it became the entirety of my world, focusing on my fear, fear that I only recognised for what it was from what I had felt vicariously in the many souls that had already come to me, but something that I have never felt before myself...
I do not know how long I lay there, centered in my terror, surrounded by light, by so much everything and not daring to look at it, to touch it, to acknowledge its existence...
And then a goat crashed in through the window, showering broken glass everywhere.
Tree
EXT, ParkDay
DARREN, NATHAN, and ALEXIS are crossing the green on the way to the supermarket.
Darren
(flailing his arms)
No, no, no, no, no! You have it all wrong! I'm talking epic, here. Something truly epic, Star Wars epic, Babylon 5 epic, Lord of the Rings epic, Cthuhlu epic...
Nathan
Otherland epic? Godot epic... Guy trapped in his cubicle epic -
Darren
I've seen that one. He gnaws his own arm off.
Darren
Seriously, though. We need something epic. Something really epic. Something -
Alexis
Epic like the Iliad? Or perhaps the Epic of Gilgamesh or Paradise Lost... perhaps Cantos?
There is an awkwardly long pause.
Nathan
Epics.
Eh, what do they teach you in your schools here?
Darren
(he stops)
They teach things in schools?
Alexis
(smiling)
Not to some students, evidently.
Darren
(he glares at her, continuing)
No, no, I mean a movie or a series or something. Everything lately has been so lame.
Nathan
What about Avatar?
Darren
Don't get me started on that! It's just -
Alexis
You haven't even seen Avatar.
Nathan
Heh...
Why are you so excitable over all this, anyhow? Just tele; not like we can actually live it.
Alexis
Oh, don't be too sure. This is Darren we're talking about...
They walk under a large tree. Suddenly Fern falls out, landing on Darren. There is a brief panic, a flailing, and then Alexis and Nathan manage to disentangle Fern and Darren.
Darren
(standing up)
What the hell just happened?
Nathan
Fairy tale true love would be my guess.
Darren
Seriously what the hell just happened?
Fern
(panicking)
Uh, sorry.
Darren
(turning on Fern)
You attacked me!
Fern
(backing away)
Well, yes, I mean, no! That that's not it at all. See, this is all perfectly reasonable, because we are all perfectly reasonable people, and let's say you are a perfectly reasonable person out walking your perfectly reasonable dog and you bump into your perfectly reasonable neighbour, who was out collecting his perfectly reasonable morning paper; that's just as reasonable as a perfectly reasonable stranger that gets a perfectly reasonable idea and climbs a perfectly reasonable tree because she saw a perfectly reasonable squirrel!
See?
It's all perfectly reasonable!
Fern
(cocking her head)
I... er... um...
(She turns and runs away.)
Darren
That just happened! What the hell was that?
Alexis' phone rings, she answers it, talks a moment.
Alexis
(closing her phone)
Guys, I need to go. Mom fell. In the tub.
Again.
Kidnapping
EXT. Apartment complexNight
It is dark. Two figures, NATHAN and DARREN, are leaving an apartment complex, carrying something large and bulky - a parcel.
Darren
Well, that went about as badly as expected.
Nathan
Eh, it could have gone a whole lot worse.
Darren
True. Someone could have seen.
(They load the parcel into Darren's car.)
Or smelled... or heard...
Nathan
Smelled, eh... they still could. Except that they're probably used to the smell by now... If anyone *noticed,* though... That would have gotten real interesting in a not good, not good at all sort of way, real quickly.
Darren
Worst they could do is arrest... oh. Right.
(he climbs in with the bundle and belts it down)
Well, at any rate, what do you suppose we should do with her?
The parcel is revealed to be a duct-taped YASAKA NIHARI.
INT. Dark hallway
It is 20 minutes earlier. Daren and Nathan are standing outside a door; Nathan is holding a small paper bag.
Darren
You sure this is the right apartment?
Darren
Is it the one she said?
Nathan
Sure, it's the one she said, but right about now I'm having a few doubts as to whether or not it is the right one, if you get my drift...
Darren
You think she lied about her apartment?
Nathan
Well, put it this way. Were you addicted to a game and had a friend coming to your area who had already, ah, expressed a distaste for said addiction, would *you* necessarily tell him where you lived?
Darren
(he considers)
Maybe.
(turns to Nathan)
Let me handle this.
(he knocks. Nothing happens, so he knocks again, louder)
Yaska Nehhari, we know you're in there. Open up!
block
A muffled clunk emits from inside.
Darren
Ms. Nehhari, we're with the -
Nathan
(cutting him off)
Yasa, it's Nathan. We brought food.
The door immediately slams open and a highly dishevelled head pokes out.
Yasa
Really?!
(she sees Nathan and then hugs him)
Kawaii! You're even cuter than the picture!
Nathan
(pushing Yasa away)
Now, now, love. Don't be so forward - technically we just met.
Yasa
(she takes the bag from Nathan)
Oh, very funny.
(She starts poking around in the bag and then retreats back into the dark room)
What'd you bring, here...
The others follow her in. Darren fumbles for a light switch for a bit, then manages to turn on the light, revealing a horrible mess.
Darren
I think it's time for plan B...
Yasa
(looks up, eating a cupcake)
Hmm?
Nathan
We had a plan A?
Oh. Yasa, the WoW marathon is over.
Yasa
(she drops cupcake melodramatically, throwing out an arm for some reason)
What?!
Darren
Sorry to do this, but...
(he pulls a roll duct tape out of his vest)
An epic scene ensues in which Nathan and Darren attempt to overpower Yasa. There is much grabbing and flailing, after which Nathan manages to pin down Yasa, whilst Darren has at her with the roll of duct tape. Somehow, staple removers, nail guns, dead plants, a lamp, frying pans, crowbars, wax lips, and a small ferret also come into it. After much struggling, Yasa resembles a large parcel - the parcel seen previously.
Then the door slams and all is quiet once more. Some stuff flutters down, including a doctor's appointment note...
Yasa's cat pokes out of a corner and starts eating the abandoned cupcakes.
Cleaning
FERN's house
Nathan and Darren hand Yasa over to Fern with a brief explanation as to why. They put her on the sofa and leave.
Fern
(unbinding Yasa)
Ah, little one... they meant no harm. But you are an interesting one... a lady of butterflies?
Yasa
(she sits up groggily)
Nnnnnggg?
Fern
You have not flown for awhile, little birdwing. What happened?
Fern
No matter, no matter.
(she stands)
Come, let's get you cleaned up.
Yasa
(jumping back)
What?!
Fern
(she backs into a shadow, allowing her eyes to glow in the dim lighting)
Cleeeaaaned.
Noises are coming from the bathroom.
Yasa
Agh! It burns! It burrrns!
Fern
Oh, hold still. It's like you never saw a bar of soap...
Yasa
Nooooo! Let me go! Let me gooo!
Fern
You know, if you'd been eating properly the past few weeks, you'd probably be strong enough to just go...
But no. Instead you shall be cleaned
Yasa
Mercy!
Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow! OOWWW!
Fern
It's just a hairbrush!
Yasa
You devil of a creature...
Fern
You talking to me or the toothbrush?
Fern
I hope you don't mind dreadlocks...
Story setup
INT. Shahanna living roomNight
The party is gathered around Fern's chair, a large armchair pulled up to the coffee table.
Fern
Right, got the information for making the characters around here somewhere...
(she rifles through her bag, then shoves her arms, head and shoulders into it in a desperate, all-out reach, then emerges victorious.)
Percy
So, basically, we are... being these people? Things?
Alexis
Basically. That, or you could say we are their authors. We say what they do, they do it. It's like writing a story, except each person controls one, and the 'dungeon master' controls the setting and everything else.
Alexis
It's a figure of speech...
Percy
...a 'master' who has never done this before.
Alexis
Hey, means we are in good company.
Maya enters with a bowl of dumplings and places it on the table.
Maya
Courtesy of the freezer and a well oiled frying pan!
(She eats some dumplings.)
Fern
Erm, here. Stuff. Basic class descriptions, setting information I wrote at two in the morning, races, gods, more stuff you may or may not find useful...
(She passes them around.)
Darren
(not looking at them)
Meh... details.
Alexis
(reading)
So if I just want to... um... ninjas...? Next they'll have pirates in motorboats off Sumatra...
Nathan
Yeah, Lissal makes no sense.
Fern
You should be glad as many of the gods make sense as they do.
Really, the things I could have put on there...
Yasa
(holding a sheet upsidedown)
Meh, sense.
(She turns the sheet rightsideup.)
Who needs it? I could wonder why you made your own set of gods in the first...
Ooo, angry hornets!
Percy and Alexis exchange amused looks.
Introduction
INT. Shahanna living roomDay
The group is gathered around the coffee table, D&D books and character sheets scattered around. There's a bowl of dumplings on top of them.
Fern
(gesturing broadly)
Sarathi.
(she pauses for effect)
Blah blah blah rich planet blah blah floating cities blah. Blah lost contact blah no signals blah blah blah anyone who ventures there never heard from again, blah. Blah blah. Satellite imaging blah oddities blah blah.
(she leans forward)
Blah, Sarathi blah blah blah.
Treasure blah blah blah blah blah.
(she grins, making a sweeping motion toward the others with her arm)
Blah blah blah so now you all are going to Sarathi blah for some reason, blah blah.
(another pause for effect, then with emphasis)
Blah!
Fern
(looking confused)
What?
Percy
Is that...
(he looks toward Alexis, confused)
Alexis
(she half-shrugs, shaking her head)
No idea.
Nathan
Fern... you're a horrible DM.
Maya
Really? I quite liked it.
Maya
Certainly! It may seem trite to you, but I'll have you know that we have just been witness to nothing less than a distinctly satiric commentary on the state of modern entertainment, tying together principles of minimalism and suggestion to put more than merest description before us, but indeed concept, a concept from which we may create our very own worlds that are ever so much more dynamic than the flatness that would be one shared reality.
Percy stares at Maya, mouth agape. Around the room glances are exchanged and eyebrows raised, whilst Maya looks decidedly proud of herself and then promptly gets sidetracked by a dumpling.
Kitchen
Yasa and Maya are poking at the saucer under a potted plant.
Alexis
Oh, for the last time. That's wet soil, not dead ants.
Dilemmas
Shahanna hallway
Fern is walking down muttering to herself.
Fern
I must tell them...
No, I cannot...
But I must tell someone...
But them?
Someone...
Why? Why tell anyone?
I must!
No, I cannot tell them...
Nathan
Eh, tell whom what?
Fern
(startled)
Erm, Nathan... do you make a habit of loitering outside of bathrooms?
Nathan
Only when someone hogs them for the past HALF HOUR.
Maya
(inside)
Agh! Go away!
Fern
Oh. I should probably come back later, then?
Nathan
You know, there are two other bathrooms.
Fern
Then why are you loitering outside this one?
Nathan
It... I left... I mean...
(He turns red.)
Fern
Aaaah, machinations of the male psyche. Intriguing.
Nathan
Bloody hell, woman, no!
Yasa walks up behind him.
Yasa
Nay-nay-chan... I'd have thought you would know better. Really, trying to peek on a girl as she -
Yasa
Seriously. You take me for an unserious, a flutterby of butterflies, a... um... unserious thing?
Yasa
Yeah, I totally forgot what I was going to say there.
Hams
Campnight
Most of the party is trying to sleep. Nathan is glumly sitting an insomniac watch. Yasa gets up and wanders off, and Maya does the same, but in a different direction.
Maya pokes around, looks in various rooms, exploring. She finds one full of fanged hams.
Maya
(half singing)
Oooh, magical food. Wonder what it tastes like... perhaps it can turn me into a mutant! A... vegetarian mutant, because it would be cannibalism to eat ham.
And there's no meat out there besides ham, of course.
Or does magical ham eat ham? Perhaps they eat regular ham? But wouldn't that still be cannibalism?
(She smiles.)
Well, now I'm curious! But how to find out...?
And I still wonder what it tastes like.
The hams start sqlorsh/sqrawing toward her.
Maya
Oh... well. Let's see, now.
(She picks up two nearby ones.)
Excuse me Mr. and Mrs. Magical Ham, I just need you for a little experiment. That's fine by you, right?
(She grins, nods what might be the head of one of them, and answers for it in a play-voice.)
'Of course, dear, go right ahead.'
Maya tries to feed the hams to each other. One of them tries to bite her and succeeds in smacking her in the face. She flails and drops the hams.
Maya stares pointedly at the one, then at the other. The entire horde starts coming toward her again, so Maya grabs a piece of smashed door and swings at them; a few go flying but seem unharmed.
As Maya turns and runs away screaming, the hams give chase.
Large hall
Yasa enters a large hall that may be a temple, full of cat images.
Yasa
Someone really likes cats...
Midriin, Araktil, Lissal...
Kiria...
(she smiles)
Ah, hello, Shakhi...
LOKSHMI appears behind her.
Lokshmi
What, no hello for me?
Yasa
(turning)
Er...
Hi?
Where are you?
Loksmi
(pointing)
Down there.
Yasa
Lokshmi, three-tailed, keeper of secrets, the glimmer of death, a destroyer at heart... you are the goddess of the night, of fury, frozen fire, memory, past, revenge...
Lokshmi
You surprise me, lady butterfly. Are you generally so versed in the gods of far off worlds?
Yasa
Nope! But Fern seemed to like you.
Lokshmi
Fern... she isn't with you.
Camp
Maya runs, screaming, into camp chased by a horde of fanged hams and then tries to lead them through the fire.
Alexis
Again? Does your sister make a habit of being chased by hams, then?
Maya makes another pass through the fire.
Percy
Well... Maya's always had a weak spot for ham?
Lokshmi
Enough!
Down, hams!
Lokshmi
Well, well. You and yours really are full of surprises, Lady Birdwing.
Darren startles awake and looks blearily at the hams and then goes back to sleep.
Yasa
Yeah, but I believe the proper word is 'issues'. We have issues.
Maya carefully picks up a ham with a pair of chopsticks, then casually pokes another ham with it.
She grins, roasts them both, and starts eating one.
Maya
Isn't it nice being eaten, Mrs. Magical Ham?
(singsong, waggling its 'head')
'Oh yes, dear, we do love providing little girls with proper protein.'
You taste deliciously, too!
'Oh, that's sweet of you, dear.'
Lokshmi
(to Alexis)
For a paladin, you choose interesting company. Willingly travelling with the chaotic evil?
Alexis
Those two? Please. The only reason they ended up 'evil' was becasue 'lazy moron' wasn't an allignment option.
Yasa
(imitating Darren)
'Throllog smash stuff good! Throllog beat you! Graaaw!'
(she eyes Alexis suspiciously.)
Wait, are you calling me a lazy moron?
Nathan and Percy exchange looks.
Alexis
(smiling)
Someone had to keep them out of trouble.
Lokshmi
(she nods)
Know this.
Your characters hail from Hakeris Veroun, but this is Arikdirin Vak. You will find little respite here should you try to pursue their pasts.
Lokshmi
Yes.
I can tell you this, for what little good it may do you: here, it is Ajirad and Irundha of Arikdirin Vak who reign king of the sandcastle. Be wary of them, for they do not abide by the same standards of mercy as your own Karamah of Lijria Savai.
Alexis
These are all kings?
Lokshmi
It is what we call them. Madmen named and charged with the protection of all that is, of all that we have and are. We may venerate these kings, we may curse them, we may ignore them outright, but they are always there.
Maya
(playing with a ham)
Except when they're not.
Lokshmi
We are barred from those worlds.
Maya
(ventriloquising the ham)
Why?
Lokshmi
You would have to ask a king that. Or an emissary.
Cell
INT. Cell
Yasa, Maya, and Nathan are sitting in a cell. A GUARD is standing guard outside.
Nathan glowers at them from the other bed.
Yasa
Incredibly bored.
(she picks up a pebble.)
Maya
Astoundingly bored.
(also picks up a pebble, and bounces it off the guard's head)
This is boring.
The Guard he stops, turns, and thumps on the bars for emphasis.
The guard then moves further away, out of range.
Nathan
The bloody hell'd you do that for?
Yasa
You have a better idea?
Maya picks up another pebble and looks at it, considering.
Face off
Space between space, time between time
Fern and Irundha float in the void.
Fern
Alright, you have my attention. What is it that you want?
Irundha
The same thing as you want.
Fern
A bucket-full of muffins?
Fern
Oh, well. That's boring.
Irundha
Do you not value existence?
Fern
Of course. But that does not devalue the alternative. The lack, the absense, the death that gives life meaning...
Irundha
As is my domain... tell me. Where does the valued go with this?
Fern
Around?
Just live a little, Irundha. We're all so terrible at it, but when we do, it's grand.
The two dark sisters stare each other down.
Fern
Well, this is awkward.
Irundha
(shaking her head)
Existence was like a walking purgatory for you...
Neither dead nor alive, never feeling a thing...
Just existing.
Existing.
Fern
Things are how they are. They will always will be how... however they are. At the time.
There is no better or worse, but there is change.
Irundha
Then how can you possibly condone change? Or action? Or do anything at all?
Fern
Without words, of course. Is is, but that don't make it right, and just because there ain't not such thing as right don't mean you can't want right when it ain't there. Any goat could tell you that.
Bathrooms
Yasa
It's like bathrooms. Erm, public bathrooms - restrooms... with the stalls.
(she gestures to indicate the spacing)
People walk in and use the one on the end because they think it won't be as well used. Except enough people figure that that one won't be used and use it that it actually ends up the most used, you know?
(gesturing in the opposite direction)
So flip it around. Figure that people will figure it won't be used and use it, and so choose the one in the middle, instead. Except what if enough people figure that, then maybe using the ones on the end wouldn't be such a bad idea afterwards... but what if they figure that -
Alexis
(cutting her off)
Yasa, people don't generally think that much.
Yasa
(after a pause)
What, am I not a person?
Phone call
INT. A cluttered roomDay
A sleeping woman,
Fern, is sprawled on a sofa with three cats sitting on her. A laptop is open on the end table, on which the following conversation is shown:
- (10:32:22) Alebran D'tariel: Poke
- (10:32:23) Nobody: Auto-reply: wut
- (11:04:18) Alebran D'tariel: Poke
- (11:04:18) Nobody: Auto-reply: wut
- (11:18:46) Alebran D'tariel: Poke
- (11:18:46) Nobody: Auto-reply: wut
- (12:20:01) Alebran D'tariel: Poke
- (12:20:02) Nobody: Auto-reply: wut
- (12:52:50) Alebran D'tariel: Poke
- (12:52:51) Nobody: Auto-reply: wut
- (13:18:56) Alebran D'tariel: Poke
- (13:18:56) Nobody: Auto-reply: wut
Fern sits up partially, dislodging two cats, and, upon seeing the screen, pulls it toward her and types:
- (13:19:16) Nobody: WHAT!
The response appears:
- (13:19:32) Alebran D'tariel: PUT ON YOUR TARGED HEADSET, WOMAN!
With a groan, she sits up entirely and unmutes the headset already on her head.
Fern
(yelling as loudly as she can into the mic with another cat still sitting on her)
What?!
Alebran
(Over the headset)
You suck.
Fern
(She pauses, rubbing her eye.)
Huh?
You spent the past three hours poking me to tell me that, of all things?
Fern
Are you... entirely aware what 'suck' means?
Alebran
(He mumbles incoherently)
Sorry, uh, translator may have miscallibrated again.
What I meant to say was that you're very wonderful and benevolent and glorious and adjective and are you busy tonight?
Fern
Er...
Alebran, darling, I know you're dense, but it's been over a year. Couldn't you at least say 'hi' before propositioning me?
(she pushes a cat away)
It's only being proper.
A silence ensues, during which the cats return to Fern's couch, lap, and shoulder, making themselves comfortable.
Fern
(She pinches her nose)
Hello. How are you?
Another silence passes, this time punctuated by the shoulder cat falling off, catching a claw in Fern's shoulder on the way down.
Fern
Cat, sorry. Gods, Alebran, you utterly suck at this.
Fern
Conversing. Like a normal person. Were I clever, I could make a joke right now about you not knowing what a normal person is, but it would be entirely lost upon you anyway.
Alebran
No, I know what normal people are. They're like the folks whose house I've been sneaking into to use their bathroom while they're not looking.
Fern
And that's just not normal.
Alebran
Hey, that's why I need you to come by, help me recover my own bathroom. Please?
Fern
Alebran, I've got goats.
Alebran
Please, Sadzi? You're my only hope. Seriously, their bath salts are driving me nuts.
Fern
Uh...
(she pauses, pinching the bridge of her nose)
Y'all right, fine. But you'd better not pull anything too weird. And I really do need to feed the goats first.
Alebran
You're the best not dead ex-girlfriend I never had.
Wall
EXT. Terras streetDay
FERN and ALEBRAN lean over a fence by one of the neighbours' houses, chatting.
Alebran
It's over. It's all over... we put that behind us. No more saving the world, no more fighting for survival.
(He gestures grandly)
I am here and I am now and my most pressing concern is whether or not to get a dog.
Alebran
Eyup. Good show.
I really am considering a dog, though.
Fern
Three heads, max, or I'll sic my cat on you.
Fern
I... I promised your neighbours you'd tone it down.
Alebran
Well, that was dumb.
Vacuum cleaner
Yasa
Pfft, dildos... if you want to just stick something in you, it's not so incredibly difficult to pick up some guy in a bar and stick him in you, you know. Just make sure he understands condoms and even the texture is about the same. Cheaper too, really.
But that's the thing, right? If you're just you, why would you stick some little thing inside yourself? Sure, that's what sex involves, but if you just want pleasure there's no need for any of that squelchy stuff. Skip that, right? Straight to the orgasm.
Nathan starts to enter, then just stops in the doorway and stares. The two women haven't noticed him yet.
Fern
(looking slightly amused)
Would it creep you out if I said I knew exactly where you're going with this, how you came to this conclusion, and that I utterly agree despite not being entirely sure what a 'vacuum cleaner' is?
Yasa
What...
(she stares at Fern)
I... Yes, it most certainly would.
Nathan
(he blinks)
Vacuum cleaner?
Fern
Then I did not say that.
Fern
(brightly)
Please continue.
Yasa
You know what? Just...
(she takes a step backwards)
How could you possibly know that?
Fern
A few things. A lot of things. Most things, really. Not quite everything, though, and a lot of it hasn't happened yet, and some of it isn't real, and almost none of it is any use at all, really...
(she trails off, her mind clearly elsewhere)
Nathan
What did I just...
(he stops, the strangest expression on his face)
Yasa
(turning red)
Whoopsie.
Fern
(she turns toward Nathan)
Nathan, do you have a vacuum cleaner?
Nathan
That's just... I was just... I mean...
(He sputters)
I... I was just leaving.
(he gestures back toward the door)
Outward. Yes.
Nathan hastily turns around and leaves.
Wandering
Fern
(walking, looking around twitchily)
I queried the Madness. 0 rows returned. Opening the black box for the third time, the empty heart is stolid.
This is the place to be for the end of the world show.
Hobo
(backing away)
You ain't right.
Fern
(still walking)
Ain't right. Ain't right. World for the ain't right. This is what it says, you know. This is all what it says, and the Apheori said she knew your heart, but I cannot say it for fear of shivers. Whispers in winds.
It helps, you know. Saying things. Repeating things. Old thoughts. Old memories. Throw off the dark man in the open cloud. He's young. Doesn't see. Doesn't remember. Doesn't understand. It's all mad to him.
There's solace in madness.
Solace in madness.
EXT. FieldDay
Fern is standing in the grass a few hundred feet away from the road. Nathan has parked his car nearby upon finding her.
Nathan
(picking his way through the grass; he yells)
Fern?
Fern
(staring off into the clouds)
Tell me.
Do you believe in demons?
Audience
INT. Office
Fern and Nathan stand before the desk of the High Priest of the One.
Declien
(hiding annoyance at their unexpected arrival)
Welcome, my child. What brings you to the Sahada?
Fern
I come seeking your help.
Declien
Of course. If any of the God's children seek, we will -
Fern
It is no small favour I ask.
(She takes off her mask.)
Fern
I have a demon within me. It has resisted all standard attempts to remove it thus far, and it is all I can do to keep it... suppressing the thing is becoming more difficult with every expiring moment. Please. Can you help?
Fern
I believe it is called an exorcism?
Declien
I mean how are you keeping control of so powerful a being?
Fern
Long story. Suffice to say this should have been able to happen, but my curiosity got the better of me and now here I am, barking mad and with an even madder entity trying to up and be me.
Like it ever could be me.
Declien
Just how long has this entity... possessed you?
Fern
Approximately three weeks, two days, eighteen hours and twenty-seven minutes.
Fern
It's helped my concentration.
Declien
And now you... want an exorcism.
Declien
Well...
(He takes a deep breath.)
We will do what we can, by the grace of the God.
Why, though? Why come to us? You do not follow the God.
Fern
Follow is such an ambiguous word. I do not worship your God, or any, it is true, but that is simply the way of my people. We know what they are and what they stand for, and even, for that matter, what they sometimes dredge up. What you might call their demons.
I suspect this is one of them.
Nathan
Just tell me you haven't dated the God and I'll be happy.
Fern
Though I prevent the demon from acting, from affecting the outside world, it is in essence trapped within my mind. It can see through my eyes and hear through my ears and it knows my thoughts as soon as I do... and visa versa. It speaks to me, rants, rails, intimations and offerings... anything to disrupt my concentration, for that is all that holds it back...
It has mentioned names, many of them, but two stand out: Karamah, whom it reviles, and one with which it seems to call itself. You may recognise it.
Ephaeriod.
Declien
Eph... do you realise what you are saying?
Fern
Yes.
It is why I have come to you specifically.
Nathan
Fern, why didn't you say something?
I mean... you said it was...
That's not just a demon. If the name is right, you've got the bloody demon of demons trapped in your pretty little head!
Fern
Yes... and let me tell you, it is not happy about that.
Nathan
Bloody pissed, I rather imagine.
Fern
If it could, it would destroy you all just to hurt me... destroy everything I hold dear.
Declien
(standing)
Demons seek harm the faithful for the impact they would have on the God. That this one would so go after you is unusual.
Fern
(smiling, standing unsteadily)
You must admit, it does have a certain style.
Nathan
Oh, bloody hell, woman, you really did date him, didn't you?
Declien stares at Nathan.
Nathan
(wincing)
Hey, Father Declien, please. Do what you can.
Declien
Right. Come to the Basilica of Akina in two hours.
EXT. Street
They step outside and then both try to speak at the same time.
Nathan
Look...
Eh... sorry. You were saying?
Fern
No, what were you going to say?
Nathan
Just say it, love.
Fern
No, no... by all means, speak your mind.
Nathan
Well, I suppose we could spend the next two hours arguing about who should speak first...
Fern
Mmmm... well in hand with the spirit of wasting time.
Nathan, just spit it out.
Nathan
Oh, well... eh... bloody hell. Now I forgot what I was going to say.
Nathan
So, er... how's the demon?
Fern
It's deploring muffins.
I'm wholeheartedly agreeing just to throw it off.
Nathan
Okay, you're... you're just weird. I know I've said that before, but 'sa truth.
Fern
Raight, Nathan. I think I should tell you...
(She tries to lift her foot; it's stuck.)
Though...
(She tries again.)
(tries harder.)
Fern
I think my foot is stuck.
Nathan
Eh, I can see that.
Fern
I mean... really stuck.
(She tries a yank, to no effect.)
Nathan
(taking off his backpack)
Hold on.
Fern
(stops struggling)
Hmm?
Nathan
going through his bag
Nathan jams the crowbar under and frees Fern's foot.
Fern
You came... prepared.
Nathan
(stuffing the crowbar back into his bag)
I got the idea from you.
So what were you saying?
Fern
Um... well. This won't reassure you at all. This whole... experience...
Nathan, I may not survive this. I also know that theoretically, I could... remove the thing myself, but in the process irrevocable damage to... er... equilibriums of things may occur, and I cannot take the risk, not for so few, nor for any number of, er, really.
So if and when the thing finally does break free, it will do what it can to punish me for the inconvenience.
I don't intend to let it, but...
Fern
Kill me first. I will be able to die without any lasting damage, and in truth it is not something I have ever experienced first hand, so it should prove quite interesting...
Nathan
(taking a step back)
I can't do that.
Fern
I'm not mortal, Nathan. I cannot truly die, not in the sense that most folks eventually do. Not anymore.
Not again.
Ritual
EXT./INT. Basilica of Akinaday
Nathan and Fern approach the basilica near dusk. Long shadows come up to meet them, and gargoyles stare down.
Nathan
Well, that's... uh... inviting.
Fern
(taking his arm)
C'mon, dear. Our utter doom awaits.
They enter. Inside, several priests are loitering about the walls, and four stand around a circle chalked in the center. The High Priest Declien stand behind it. He gestures them forward, toward the circle.
Fern steps into it, while Nathan takes a seat nearby.
The four priests chain an unresisting Fern down and then start doing suspicious things with sand.
She lifts a manacled hand enough to bonk on an invisible barrier that has formed over the circle.
Declien
Do you know the dangers involved in undergoing such a ritual?
Fern
(she grins)
Do you know the dangers involved in not? 'Sides, I've got know when to stop exercising my demons.
Declien
Um... right. Ephaeriod, can you hear this?
Ephaeriod
(speaking through Fern)
I hear you, mortal. A prison upon prisons? Do you know who I am?
Fern
(silently)
You cannot act, little demon, yet you still goad them... intriguing.
Ephaeriod
Should you? Do you care that this woman you call a friend has been lying to you? Do you know who it is that you call 'friend'?
Declien
Enough, Ephaeriod. We do not fear you, nor what you can do. We are here only to remove you from this... one.
Ephaeriod
You stop calling her child... do you care to hear her real name?
Fern stiffens, then reasserts control.
Nathan
Really, I never would have guessed.
Fern
Some are kind of... embarrassing.
Chanting rises around them.
Declien
(to Fern)
You must place this -
Fern
I already wear the symbol of the One.
Fern
It angered it. It seemed appropriate.
Declien
Only anger? Then you truly have no room in your heart for the God.
Fern
(hurt)
Don't say that.
The chanting and crap rises. There is a valiant and slightly overdramatic struggle for control, then Ephaeriod takes over. Declient moves forward and chants over Fern/Ephaeriod, sprinkling sparkly stuff on them.
Ephaeriod
(rising)
Fool mortals. You cannot defeat me.
Nathan can't take it anymore and bursts out laughing at the sheer over-the-topness of it all.
Nathan starts choking and nearly falls out of his seat. The coughing goes on for awhile before Declien smacks him.
Kharamah and Ephaeriod stare at him expressionlessly for a moment, then turn toward each other.
Kharamah
(to Fern)
Hello, Amadi...
Ephaeriod
Amadi is dead.
This one shall soon die as well.
Ephaeriod
(to Nathan)
You have something to say?
Kharamah
You will leave this woman's mind, Ephaeriod.
Ephaeriod
It is no longer hers. She has surrendered -
Nathan
(croaking)
Yeah. Totally. Surrendered.
(He takes a deep breath.)
She fell asleep, you idiot. She finally got somewhere where she deemed you couldn't do any real damage and now she's taking a much-needed nap.
Ephaeriod
The mortal thinks it knows what it cannot comprehend...
Nathan
Yeah. That's it exactly. Of course. You win. Zombiebaron is the prizes.
Kharamah
Ephaeriod.
Leave.
There is a definite sigh in the air, and Fern collapses. Nathan stares at her.
Kharamah
Her life is her own again. Nathan Felwood, you will tell her it need not be so that the bindings hold. She is not who she was, nor are we all, and the others have long forgiven her. Amadi, the Dark Sister, your Fern, may act and be welcome.
Kharamah
She will understand.
Kharamah disappears, and the room returns to a slightly more normal state, though a somewhat more apparently exhausted one.
A loud snore erupts from Fern.
Declien
Well, that... was different.
Nathan
For us, not so much.
One of the priests moves to unchain Fern and kick aside the sand.
Declien
(he pauses)
I don't even want to know.
Nathan snorts with laughter.
Nathan
(nudges Fern)
The Mathesian God is Kharamah, no?
Nathan
But there's no reference to a name in anything of the religion on this world. Is there a reason for that, or is it just something that happened, never really relevant?
Fern
Oh, there is definitely a reason.
Nathan
Really. Care to share? And who is... who was Amadi, anyway?
Fern
She was the cat in the first story of the Book of Nightmares. Or one of the cats... I suspect there have been many; most of the splits happened well after all of that.
Fern
(smiles and turns away)
Now, now, Nathan. Best not go prying too far into the affairs of immortals. You may not like what you find. Or who you wind up by the end.
New Game
Shahanna living room
Yasa, Nathan, Darren, Alexis, Percy, Fern are once again sitting around the coffee table drinking tea and eating dumplings, while Fern tries to find notes on her laptop.
Alexis
(over her tea)
So just what did happen? Out with it.
Nathan
(rolls eyes)
We went and had a plot.
Yasa
What, you were plotting?
Nathan
A story. You know.
Yasa
(grinning)
The horror...
Fern
Yeah, and I think I lost my notes... sorry.
Nathan
How do you lose your notes? Just open a terminal and type locate... eh, some word in them.
Fern
Well...
If I knew how...
Open a terminal?
Nathan
...nevermind.
What OS are you running, anyway?
Nathan
Oper... nevermind.
