Home is where people don’t try to kill you
It's eight PM and Jane Blake is watching TV with her parents. It's not how she thought to pass this Saturday evening, but the latest news left her no choice.
Vesta and Quantum have returned after disappearing for six weeks, and the news are having a blast speculating on their absence. But while she's captivated by the world's first super-heroes, Jane is more interested in the Asian-American they're working for: Noriko Null.
Noriko was her best friend before turning super-smart overnight; she hasn't heard from her for months. Like all of her classmates, Jane has been interview several times about Noriko…and like the others, she didn't know what to say.
Jane gasps when she looks through the peephole. When she opens the door, two silver eyes are staring at her.
Noriko says.
An hour earlier, in front of Null Tower
Noriko is staring at a holographic reflection of herself, while two armed guards are keeping an eye on her. The silver eyes of both Norikos flash at the same time.
the real Noriko orders.
After saying this Noriko puts a hand on her chin, pensive. It takes her a few seconds to formulate a strategy and simply add:
Now, Blake house
Noriko sits down on Jane's bed, studying the room. It's no different than any teenage girl's bedroom, and she's been here before on a couple of sleepovers.
But she was a different person the last time she was here; now a poster gives her every known fact about the singer, every book cover comes with every translation and commentary ever written, even just a piece of clothing relays volumes of selling graphics and history of fashion.
Jane doesn't comment, crossing her arms. It's one of the dozens of body language details that confirm to Noriko that she's upset.
Jane's taken aback by her friend's reply…she's not sure she's the same person. She certainly looks like Noriko…who else would ever wear that ugly green jacket…but nobody talks like that!
<…>
Noriko hugs back awkwardly; she doesn't feel sorry at all for embracing her newfound life, but she really did miss her friend.
Noriko answers. She makes an effort to lessen her eye's brightness; Jane isn't used to see them light up.
Noriko's mind is bombarded with images of the past months…fighting the Many on the Moon, almost dying at the hands of the Talos, starving in a Myridian prison, killing a goddess…
A dark alley
Kari Zel is standing in front of the burning flame that floats in the air, but she's still shivering: it's way too cold to wear her Myridian sleeveless top and miniskirt.
A streak of light illuminates the alley, when Max Black a.k.a. Quantum turns back into human form with a shiny golden necklace in his hands.
he says to Vesta
she shrugs
<"Our" heads? You're not coming?> Kari asks, while an exact duplicate of herself is rubbing her arms to heat her a little more.
Vesta adds, starting to float away.
Max protests.
Vesta giggles. She can't remember the last time she enjoyed mortal company this much.
The goddess flies away, leaving Max alone with a purple-haired alien girl and her duplicates. He has no money, no home, no job, and the last order Noriko gave him was "Lay low; I'll contact you".
He also has fifty thousand dollars worth of gold in his right hand.
Max looks around: there's no trace of a red-skinned alien swordsman. He slaps his forehead.
Another block
True to the stereotype, none of the New Yorkers that meet Torn stare at his red skin; in fact, few people seem to acknowledge his presence.
This isn't the first godless planet he's visited, but it's by far the most advanced. Most worlds forgotten by the gods are primitive and savage, but this is clearly a flourishing culture.
It's a little overwhelming to be exposed to an alien culture, even though the stoic Torn doesn't really show it. But when he sees something familiar, he's so overjoyed that the permanent scowl on his face almost disappears (almost: he's still Torn).
No matter where you are in the galaxy, there is always a bar.
The music is loud and the atmosphere is lively. Not his kind of bar, but a decent place to buy a drink.
He walks to the counter, where an attractive African-American girl is smiling at him.
Before Torn can say anything, the girl is already filling a glass. He's clearly staring at her.
she notes, puzzled by the customer.
He drinks the beer faster than anyone she's ever seen, and she's been to college. He then stares at the bottom of the glass, before placing it back on the counter.
The girl stares at him like he's from another planet. He is, but he can tell it's because she didn't understand what he just said.
he clarifies.
Torn stares at the counter, confused. Then looks at the girl, the counter, then the girl again.
Watching the weird man with red paint on his face, the girl shakes her head.
Torn returns to the bar, lifting the ATM with one arm like a fisherman showing off his prey. Behind him, a trail of dollars flutter in the air. Both Torn and the banknotes are drenched in the red paint that makes the theft utterly meaningless…or if would, if Torn realized he had just pulled an ATM from the wall.
The girl stares at Torn with her mouth open. She starts pouring another beer…for herself this time.