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Even Dragons Need a Vacation, Part 3

Posted on Sun Apr 21st, 2019 @ 6:55am by Senior Headmaster Absynthe "Syn" Drake & Category IV Dyami Bentley (Tribal: Bent Leaf)

Mission: Every Day - February 2012
Location: Townsend Tower - Atlanta, Georgia
Timeline: The Year of the Apocalypse - 14 February 2012

Dyami roused himself from his memories, his plan already formulated in his quick thinking brain. First he needed to talk to someone.

The Indian Shaman arrived at the Tower early in the morning. Security at the Tower was still heightened, due to the recent attack on the mall, guards eyed him warily as he stood in line patiently waiting his turn to go through the scanners. Once cleared he made his way to one of the many empty conference rooms in the enormous tower.

Taking a seat Dyami said, “OG, I need to speak with you privately, do you have a moment?” He directed his words to a security camera in the corner of the room.

“What do you want Mountain Man?” OG’s disembodied voice came over a set of speakers in the room. “I don’t see you dragging some poor child to us. I have to admit, when you came through the front door without any trouble, I was curious.”

“To be honest sometimes being normal causes greater suspicion than being bad. Those guards should be more on their toes for the next few days.” Dyami laughed and continued, “Besides I am here to ask a favor. I will admit it is easier to ask if I am not causing you trouble first.”

“Especially when it comes to you,” the digital being nearly muttered. There was a soft digital sounding sigh that followed. Dyami was a good enough sort, normally, and he did tend to keep security on their toes. After a moment of silence, OG asked, “Well, what is this favor that you want from me?”

“I am not a man that mixes words or beats around bushes. I need access to Syn’s private quarters without her knowledge,” Dyami said bluntly and awaited the digital being's response.

There was a long pause, one that moved towards awkward rather quickly. “Why on earth would you need to do something like that? It’s not like she doesn’t invite you there often enough,” OG finally said sarcastically.

Unbeknownst to OG, Dyami had secondary goals in approaching the AI this way. He was hoping to learn more about her, if she was truly alive, if she had real emotions, or if she was an extremely well programmed sarcastic computer program. “OG you know that Syn and I have known each other a very long time. Over the years we have been through a lot together. After this last incident I came to realize that I could not waste any more time. I need to show her how I feel. Do you understand?” Dyami waited to hear her response.

OG did know that the two of them were close, long before Syn had ever come to the Tower. There was another pause, this one not quite so long. “I think we all got a rather nasty shock that day. I’ve never seen her get hurt like that before. She normally walks away unscathed.” When she continued, her voice was lower, “I didn’t see anything, alright?”

“Thank you for trusting me OG, I owe you one.” Dyami laughed, “You know I am beginning to think that you really do have a heart hidden somewhere in this giant tower.”

“Yeah, well, don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation to uphold,” OG quipped sarcastically. “Oh, and Dyami. In all of the years that Syn has been with us here, I’ve never seen her even pretend to be interested in anyone but you.” With that, the digital overseer went silent.

Dyami made his way through the Tower at a leisurely pace. After all he was allowed to be here. And no one other than OG was the wiser to his plan. He stopped and reached out with his preternatural senses until he knew where Syn was. Knowing she was not on her private floor he made his way to the elevator.

When he reached the ornate door to Syn’s apartment it unlocked and slid open on its own. “Thanks OG,” he said quietly as he entered. “Remember to delete this when I am done. We do not want her pulling up the tape and ruining the surprise.”

Dyami knelt down as the door slid shut behind him, and calling out he said, “Yin, Yang, come to me babies.” The black kitten with white feet arrived just a moment before the white kitten with black feet. The catman loved on and played with the kittens for a moment before swearing them to secrecy.

He had earlier used a spell to cover his scent and to prevent him from leaving any trace evidence in the room as he made his way to his lover’s bed. The Shaman of the Nations address the kittens, “Now little ones you can not play with these flowers until your mother comes home.” Each of the kittens promised him they would not.

Dyami’s plan was simple and romantic; first he removed from his dream bag one hundred and sixty-six cherry blossoms that were picked from the grounds of the monastery where Syn had spent her childhood. These he arranged on the bed and left a trail leading out the large door to the balcony, high atop Townsend Tower. Outside, at the end of the trail, he placed a small simple box containing a small jade figurine. He surrounded the box with small candles enchanted to light when she approached.

Then, locking the door behind him, he transformed into and eagle and flew high into the sky to await his lover’s arrival.

By the time that Syn got home, she was tired from a long day of dealing with the oddities and monotony of being the Headmistress of an academy full of mutants. As well as the administration duties that landed in her lap from general tower administration. Sometimes she longed for the days of wandering the world with no one to answer to.

As she pulled her robes off, she paused. It was quiet. Too quiet. She had grown used to having two mewling kittens run from some corner of her suite to rub at her ankles as they begged for food and attention. The diminutive dragon lady tilted her head to the side, listening for her spoiled little predators as she quietly laid her golden-embroidered black robes on her couch.

Still no patter of little feet, but her preternatural hearing at least picked up the soft sounds of their rhythmic breathing. Still, Syn couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off, and she drew her skin-tight nano around herself. Her skills were long trained, stealth was something that she prided herself on, and she snuck through her own quarters, eyes and ears alert.

When she entered her room, her eyes immediately landed on the cherry blossoms on her bed and her breath caught in her throat. These weren’t just any blossoms. The scent brought her back to her childhood at the monastery and she felt the minute scales that covered her body shift subtly, not unlike someone’s hair standing up on end.

Her precious kittens were curled up around each other, and they looked up and yawned in unison, then gave her soft little mews. Syn couldn’t help but smile, but she was still thrown by the blossoms. Her fans seemed to form in her hands, and she asked out loud, “OG, who accessed my quarters?”

OG responded, “You mean other than you just now?”

Syn sighed and said, “Of course other than me.”

“I have no record of anyone accessing your quarters, other than you,” OG stated, a bit shortly.

“Well, someone has,” Syn shot back, just as shortly.

“Hmm, there seems to be some corruption in the system. I can’t access those files. I guess it’s time for some housekeeping,” was the digital overseer’s response.

Again her scales shifted, and Syn prepared herself for some kind of attack. It wasn’t like assassins hadn’t been sent after her before and some of them, much like herself, had a flair for the dramatic.

“Do you want me to send security?” OG asked.

“No. If I have to gut someone and toss them off the balcony, I’d rather not have any witnesses,” Syn said, her own tone edged with sarcasm as she followed the trail of blossoms to the locked balcony door, counting the white flowers as she went. There were often clues as to who sent an assassin in such gestures.

TBC

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