The Emperor's Dragon II

Fuel to the Fire

Nishita looked around curiously. There were more people here than she thought there would be but she guessed that was the power of BS_Hater from the forum. She had no idea who he was - she thought he was a he - but she was impressed that so many people had gathered. BS_Hater had taken her post about the villain lover and had challenged the forum to do something about it. The account was old, but didn't post that much. She'd been vaguely aware it existed, 'cos it had been on the forum the whole time she was there but... he definitely wasn't one of the regulars. She'd asked about him but none of the regulars knew much about the person behind the account.

That's why she'd come. She wanted to know who this BS_Hater was, and what he meant when he said that he wanted to 'do something' about the villain lover.

A couple of people had asked who she was. They didn't want to know what her real name was, rather they wanted to know who she was online. She'd told them an account name. Not her real one. While that would get her instant recognition, Nishita wasn't sure she wanted that, so it was better to use the name of a new account that seemed to share most of her opinions. She'd have loved the recognition. She knew if she said her real account name all the people gathered here would defer to her, but she wanted to find out what was happening more. If she revealed herself, then she'd be the leader and this was BS_Hater's show.

Speaking of whom... Nishita reached up and smoothed her hoodie before adjusting the scarf she was going to use to conceal her face. Where was he?

-ted-

Most of the time, Bokusen had very little faith in humanity. If he'd have gotten his way, most of humanity wouldn't exist because they weren't worthy. But he didn't get his way, and so had to deal with the world that was.

Sometimes though, just sometimes, something happened that gave him hope. Not a lot of hope, because he'd learned that as soon as the thing was over, people went back to normal but there was always the possibility that a few more of them would become decent, would become worthy and... if change happened a few people at a time, it would be far too slow to save the world but it was something. The more people who were worthy the more people who might be able to come up with something to make humans worthwhile. Or the more people there would be who could help get rid of the worthless.

Right now, he was looking at a small gathering. The people gathered here were all different and about the only sameness about them was that they'd worn black. There was a mix of genders and ages and every now and then there was a happy exclamation as two of them recognised each other. These were people from the online forums. Bokusen didn't often post there. He used them for information. Most of the people there loved to complain. Very few would do anything about it. There were always excuses. Oh I don't live there. I don't have time. I can't afford to travel there. I've got something else on. It wasn't that bad. There were a myriad of excuses. A few were real. Most were just convenience. That's why he was kind of happy that so many had gathered. It was only about ten, but that would be enough.

"Hello everyone," Bokusen called out, bringing attention to him. He didn't want to do that, but he knew if he didn't take control of the situation, the group would just mill around for a bit, chat, maybe go for coffee. Rant about how bad the villain lover was and then go home. He wanted something more.

After everyone turned to him, he spoke again. "You are all here because you want to do something about the villain lover," he announced and was pleased with the way they nodded. "I want you to think about this," he told them. "Are you willing to do anything? If you aren't, leave now please, because we don't need pretenders. If you are in, then we'll get moving shortly."

He watched the group critically. A couple of them shuffled doubtfully at his announcement. Inwardly Bokusen gritted his teeth and shook his head. There were always a few morons but outwardly, he nodded calmly. "It's okay," he reassured them, even though he wanted to rant that they were weak. "You can participate another time," he said confidently.