"Uh huh,(thanks for nothing) what's going on between the Taoists and... whoever else their fighting? Is it something worrisome?
(Parentheses is thought speech, I didn't actually say that)
"The Taoists are upstarts. The newcomers. Ones who have very quickly seized a considerable amount power. This is all about who controls the city. Who controls Akasha as a whole."
It gestures to the article about the Teflon trafficking.
"As you can see here, Curfew has been trying to weaken them. Spread the sale of Teflon, an anathema to the weaker Taoists. They target Dreamers, which Curfew would rather employ."
It shakes its head wearily.
"It is muddled, it is all muddled. The Bourgeoisie have many at their beck and call. Curfew has those who fall under their protection and pay favors in return. The Edgelords have their legions of Sleepers,. Even the Whistleblowers who print these papers have their contacts and those who they have convinced. It is hard to tell who works for who. The Taoists chose a different path. A lonelier one. They lack both allies and contacts, yet they require neither for they are everywhere. Watchdogs and White Knights patrol these markets. Snipers watch over them from the spires. And the Five Eyes are here with us. They are where everything else is, waiting to kill those who are identified as threats."
It pauses for a moment.
"It is not quite a war. Most of us can live under the rule of most of them. Taoists, will protect many, and kill others on the faintest of suspicions. Curfew is acceptable, though they may seek remuneration in return. The Bourgeoisie will crush competition, but mercy is not beyond them. Edgelords do not desire rule in the first place. And Whistleblowers? They are too weak. Were too weak."
It flicks the newer newspaper over to the "Nightmare of the Month" article. It has a photo, taken from the inside of a bar. Sitting in the center of the image is a monochrome monster dressed in monochrome suit. Its skin is like paper, its fingers sharpened pens. Its eyes are pitch black, matching its black and white suit. It has fluid-like tentacles emerging from its back. It's blood is like ink. You know that because it is pictured shooting itself in the head with a revolver that looks identical to your own, maintaining a crooked grin the whole time. In front of it are its winnings. To the side of it, is you. The caption simply says
the new king and its retainer at a game of russian roulette.
"I know little of who this king is, few if any do. Or how you have crossed paths with them. But some Whistleblowers are already beginning to unite under their banner, though they know not of their name."
((This is what I get for going to sleep.))
Rachel would have taken the corgi thing.
Question, can she see all the stuff happening with Stacy?
Well, she can't hear the whispers, feel the breath, or smell the rust, but she can certainly see that B-grade horror movie reject.
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