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Jaryn was perfectly content with lettings things be, as they are, as they always have been. Content, but definitely not amused enough to be passive with the situation laid at hand. The safe haven of her and her brother's refuge, the one they built with their own hands, their hard work. It was up high, towering over the part of the town one could call their own. Their little glasshouse, rising in the very middle, now wrapped in the middle of chaos. They were left alone, while DCI was preoccupied. Blind.
Oh, what a mistake that was.
Humanity's last resort, have not even been bothered to check on them. Beg them for help. Hmm, what a shame, really. To be able to laugh at them right in their faces would be a simple joy, yet still a pleasant one. She will have to manage in other ways than that. Maybe adding to the pot brewing right now in the capital...
With Kerith at her side, and with Jaryn at his, they could conquer the world. And yet, not in the way that that old man wanted to. Tan's methods lacks finnese and is, above all, so, so boring. Not above using his own son? Did he really think he could raise him so well, with ideals grand and novel, and then attempt to mold the world for him so against all of those? She herself would first focus on indoctination, if anything. Preferably work alongside him, as one could not go alone with a project this big.
Oblio is going to turn against him. That is a fact and all she does is wait for that moment.
Sitting on top of the skyscraper, in her armchair, sinking deeply and comfortably into it, with Kerith on her left and glasses of champagne for them both. She did not use to wish for much but this... is all she would have ever wanted, back then when they were nobodies. A thought a bit dreadful, yet they had to start somewhere. She had heard what others in town made of them. They were all wrong, plain and simple.
Mischief... What an immature word appeared in her head. Equaling themselves to a bunch of children, but maybe that is all there is to fun? Their idea of entertainment may be screwed, but they deserve it nonthenless. Glamour, polish, posh and glitter, a bit of fruit fragrance to that all. Everyone else was so... boring. Uninspiring. Maybe one or two others have caught their interest, Jaryn specifically. They did not appreciate her presence as much as she did theirs. Shame.
She will get Oblio back from the unworthy hands and get him to join her. She will put him where he should be, should have always been. His father seems to be rather unappreciative of his presence. Does not value it quite enough. She will change that, as soon as she has him back. She... missed him? She supposes.
It has been calm after he lost his senses, too calm for her liking. As much as possesion had its' merits, as she cannot deny he was quite an eyecandy while senseless, but it wasn't him. It wasn't really him. This state looked great, but not on him. He is as strong of a figure as she is and submission did not look good on him.
He was made to lead, not follow old geezers in their idiocy.
She had faith in him, and so she would wait. He will be able to get freed without her help. Was it alone or with somebody else's help did not matter to her much. He is strong and so he will be freed of his shackles.
He will turn against his father and he is going to win. Those are facts and all she does is wait for that moment.
She should have prepared more champagne, they are going to have guests. And there may be more incomers than she could possibly estimate. If Tan's puppets were to come there... Well, all those idiots could do is fight with their soulless dance, but there was a chance this will be enough to best them. They could fight few at a time, but not masses.
As much as she agreed to follow the rules, she liked her independency and free mind more and for that, she was definitely not above punching a few of those helmets on the sides, or maybe even closer to the center right between the eyes. She worked hard to get to the top and she would absolutely not hesitate against protecting what was hers.
As much as others were there, they were all background noise for her and Kerith. They did not matter in a grander scheme of things. It was always only them, just them against the world. No matter the others, no matter how bright or horrid outside world looked like. And so, they will not start caring now. Quite a payback, she thinks. But it's not like they need her, them. They did not ask for help, never checked if they were okay.
They would not go out of ther way, they did that enough before, when they had less to themselves and that was never appreciated. Never again...
Kerith stood up and Jaryn quickly followed. Their moves, while not overly rushed, had a sense of urgency, importance. It was them, just them, on top of the world, while it was burning, destroying itself under the weight of a single idea. Or maybe that was a creation of something new and it was before the world had been ruined? Maybe these two could coexist?
Whatever has been happening, it is revolutionary, historical, worth remembering. Both of them, in shadows of current events, will be forgotten if they keep staying passive. That... now that is unacceptable. Mischief it is.
A little flavor to the chaos of today, so they are worth mentioning by a line or two. That is enough, not villains, not heroes, none of that. Alone and independent from already existing forces. Those have always been the most fascinating in stories and it is exactly what she attempts to become. Fascination runs in her veins and she won't settle for any less.
Now, how they should go about it is quite a different matter, but they will manage. They always have succeded in making a name for themselves. Always succeeded in being on everyone's lips, making them talk, go on and on. That is a quality they have and they have gladly used it.
And now it was time to go again. Make them stars once again, like they deserve. On the top of the world, above everyone else, idolised, hated, talked about, causing emotions to get created, nurtured and bloomed.
Jaryn did not think she could be surprised with the amount of people (were they even people at that point?) who would come. Tan did not disappoint, of course, sending few dozens to their den. Just for two little them, so harmless and defenseless... Who was she kidding, he and she both knew he did the correct assesment. They were in trouble.
She will let him believe so, at least. He lived oh so long, would he really think she would not play dirty? Forbidden her ass, she would show her claws. She would go all out, forbidden or not and consequences be damned.
Tan's army appeared in their doors, letting themselves in. Jaryn glanced at Kerith, who already had his eyes focused on his sister. He seemed worried. Not a common look for him, and quite frightening one as well. She got her her sight back at newly arrived bunch, tried to look confident, for herself and her brother. But he knew, she's sure he knew. She was scared.
Tan's army moved inside the room and made their way towards them, their movements robotic and absent of life. Like one mechanism, programmed to consume what is left of humanity and make them a part of itself.
Jaryn did not wait for them to finish their sequence, didn't even wait quite enough for them to start. She threw herself at them, she kicked, she scratched, she threw her punches. Someone grabbed her by her wrist, she was unable to move. So she bit hard and sunk her teeth deep in the flesh. She was let go. She went again, this time making sure it didn't happen.
She heard a scream. They had Kerith. They had Kerith. He couldn't move, his arms locked. So she went, punching, scratching, screaming in a uncontrollable rage. Was she crying? She made her way closer and closer, before they could put their cursed helmet on him.
She threw a punch at the man on the left of Kerith, heard a crunch as the attacker let her brother go. It was not one of her bones, luckily. Kerith finished the job, hooking the other person, making them effectively unconscious. They did it, with minimal losses.
All of their enemies laid on the ground, either knocked out or unable to stand anymore. She glanced at Kerith and saw tears in his eyes and a smile on his face. Her face looked quite similar in fact. Make up on their faces smeared and actively dripping down their faces. Both of them looked awfully miserable. Kerith aquired an painfully red brush on his cheek, Jaryn got her lip cut and a purple patch was slowly forming on the bridge of her nose. Their newest white and golden outfits, now at loss their shine and pureness, scratched, dirtied and torn in many places. But that did not matter, they survived.
Jaryn got to work, removing helmes off of her opponents one by one. Whoever remained still conscious was slowly coming to their senses. They seemed lost, angry. Jaryn could not care less about them though. Kerith was what's important. She ran towards him, right into his embrace. Kerith heard a quiet sniffle, as Jaryn was shaking in his arms. He hugged her tighter.
“I thought I would lose you,” she sobbed out, sound muffled by Kerith's torso.
“So did I, sister dear, I really did so too,” he whispered back, unable to speak up any louder.
They stayed there for some time, embraced by one another. Others forgotten, the world slowed down just for them both. They were safe now, on top of their tall little glasshouse, in each others' arms. What happens later will be a concern for that time.
She took her seat in an armchair, champagne in hand, having an unobscured view on the Crow's Nest. She watched the old man's pathetic attempt at fighting off DCI. They had the winning hand, clearly, power of innovative genius being the only unobtainable skill by him and a final nail in his plain, rotten coffin.
She watched, as Oblio got out of the control of his father and as soon as that happened, he turned against him and won. That was a fact and that moment finally came.