New World Order Re-Written (TNE)

Chapter 11 - The Psychics of UpperGate

Daxton and Jasmine were on a mission. Daxton had fallen into his monotone self that he often took on while at work. Jasmine tried out some black dresses before leaving, but eventually decided that a black suit would work best for formal wear. Setting up speakers would be a process that they would have to take on diplomatically. For the other town set up along the outskirts of Prism City, they were able to merely sneak them into facets along walls or inside compartments, but to even access the floating island would take some talking so as to be drifted up. The Unknown the day before had been working nonstop on strength training for their slimy tentacle exterior. The idea was to use it as an intimidation tactic, as since the transformation muscle mass stayed for only a short period of time but grew far faster than with ordinary humans. This allowed The Unknown to train up for mere hours before the gas was to be properly released to the public, and have strength far above even other transformations. The group was prepared and ready.

Only one problem, Chief had decided to add one more member to their group. Crystal was to join them and she was prepared with stories, as evidenced by her tired eyes and the plastic bag full of soothers that she brought to work that day. The Unknown was there to give her a massage on the trek over to UpperGate. It seemed as if the rest of the group was forced to suffer for Spark's actions the previous night.

"So I put Spark to sleep, you know a naturally great sleeper."

Daxton and Jasmine looked at each other with exhaustion at every lie that came out of Crystal's mouth.

The Unknown used their multiple hands/limbs to grab tools, pens, paper, clipboards, etc. to multitask across the journey. They would slither up dark, grey, rough mountains yet never complain with their mind left in the clouds. While they rested, with a blue and white picnic blanket, and an assortment of baked goods there was a moment of peace. On top of the mountain they could see their goal in the distance, hovering in the air. The Unknown would use multiple tentacles to assure a clear sight of the journey ahead, acting as the scout and the messenger for future travels. Crystal had brought some exquisite food, even through her tiring stories the snacks meant they couldn't kick her out entirely. Jasmine had to admit that she'd rather be exhausted and full, then awake and starving. The jam, croissants, scones and berries made for pleasant dining.

"Where did you get this?" Daxton asked, referring to the blackberry sitting on his palm.

"I grow those myself. Just in the back garden."

Crystal mentioned her backyard, as if they were anywhere near it. The landscape they were surrounded by was quite the sight to behold in fact, they were surrounded by fir trees that seemed to cascade their leaves upwards in a fountain of forestry. Jasmine was glad to notice that the fish had returned to the river surrounding the mountain as a moat. Jasmine had vouched before that one of the major points of the monsterization experiments is that from the various in-fights the process would cause, native animals to Prism City would return. The pollution offset typically caused by the city was massively decreased by the new industries that were created from the purple gas. As opposed to taking public transit people could hire psychics to hover them around the city, for a fee of course. After seeing all the negatives of the experiment, she was glad to see a positive spring up.

Daxton picked up a small plastic imitation for a butter knife and squeezed it between his index finger and thumb. He used the cutlery and scooped out a dollop of jam from a jar. His favourite flavour, mango. Mango jam isn't quite as common as Daxton would have preferred, not to mention the fact that it's an impossible fruit to grow in Prism City or the surrounding suburbs. Daxton had to accept for a moment that Crystal had cared enough to specifically pick out a fruit jam that she couldn't have grown because she knew he would like it. Daxton smiled lightly and looked to the right of Crystal. Crystal's blue dress made of thick silk softly swayed in the wind at the top of the mountain, and the picnic came to an end.