|| -------- -- -----  A E R I E   O B L I V I A N A . singular book of text wandertainment by Frank Edward Nora ------------------- ----------- HADRIAN FOZZCOLT--CUP 5--"BLINE KALIAPHANT" <-------  ||  Severe Repair  ||  Hadrian Fozzcolt  ||  -------> (Cup SRhf005, Created v2 (6/7/99), Copyright 1999) = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = "You are a little jerk." Bline Kaliaphant said. She looked like a disheveled woman in a waitress outfit, and she sat in an empty subway car. "Why's that?" Hadrian Fozzcolt responded. Bline was silent. Hadrian sat across from her. After an annoying period of silence, Hadrian spoke. "That mission you sent me on was a joke, right?" "You are the joke." she responded, speaking in a tired, detached manner. Again, Hadrian didn't respond. There was silence for over a minute, and then Hadrian stood up. "I'm tired of this. I don't need to know anymore. I don't know what you want, and I really don't care. Whoever the fuck you are, why don't we just forget this whole thing? I have enough to worry about." Bline continued to stare into space, expressionless. Hadrian waited for a few moments, and then turned toward the door. "I'm leaving." he said. "No." "No?" She looked at him. After a pause, he said "Why am I not leaving?" "Because this is where things get different." "Meaning...?" "Meaning that it's not the same anymore." Hadrian sighed and sat down again. "Meaning that WHAT is not the same anymore?" "Hadrian, Hadrian. Little jerk. I'm not your mother." Hadrian took a deep breath of resigned frustration. Bline continued. "I have observed Daptin Gone in his activities. He is gone now." "Who? Who's that?" "Daptin Gone. You don't know the name. You're a fool. A little jerk." "Why do you keep on insulting me?" Her eyes widened. "We cannot move forward anymore," she said. "Daptin Gone has been unexpected. He knows of you." Hadrian shook his head. "No... no... you're not gonna keep on piling the bullshit. Not this time. You're gonna tell me what you're talking about." She nodded. "Your fight," she said with bitterness, "was approaching a climax. Johnny Pitch against Daniel Odd. I know what the ending was supposed to be. I don't know anymore, though. I don't know what's going to happen now." Hadrian leaned to the side and looked down. "Are you gonna tell me what you're talking about, Bline?" "I will." "Yeah okay, well why don't you go ahead?" "That man you were all fighting, Ebsekkian..." "Yes?" "Father of the twins Pitch and Odd..." Hadrian frowned and sat up. "What?" "He is their father. You would have found out about it sometime. They would fight, and it would all come out. And with your help, that fucking Johnny would prevent Ebsekkian from destroying the world." "So that is Ebsekkian's intention." "Not anymore." "What do you mean?" Bline took a deep breath. "Now listen you little bastard. Times are dome. Johnny Pitch is a fucking TV show. Daptin Gone watched it. That's it to him. You and your whole little jerky world is science ficiton. To him. But he has an effect on us." "Bline..." "No. Listen. He is affecting us. Our little corner of reality." She paused and looked upward. -------> ------------------- ----------- -------- -- -----