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|| Dearly Beloved || Utada Hikaru ||
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|| Dearly Beloved || Utada Hikaru ||
"I need you to do something for me," Azariah Reiss stood on a dark street corner, her face obscured by a large sunhat and despite the late hour, she carried an umbrella. "I don't work for you," Jace growled, arms crossed, leaning against a brick wall. "I think it is within both of our interests that we work together you see my daughter... has been inducted into this little game."
"What do you mean?" Jace pushed off of the wall, rounding the corner to face her. "Minnie is a human, she can't be in the game." Jace seemed unconvinced, "my daughter acted out of her own selfishness and decided to contact the Game Master. She's been injected with something, a virus, to make her compliant like the androids. I have a feeling it's a microscopic chip that is influencing her, but without any proof, I can't do much." Jace's expression darkened, "Who's her partner?"
"You are, Jace."
"Tch, I'd be better off dead." She bit down on her thumbnail, that child was going to be a hindrance. Still, the fact that Minnie had done such a thing meant that Jace would live to see and fight another game round. "Where is she now?"
"At home, sleeping. My men found her on an abandoned subway platform, terribly ill."
"And what do you want me to do?"
"Protect her, at least until the Game Master can be found and stopped." A reasonable enough request. They were in this together now, but there was one last thing that Jace needed to know. "Why did you tell Fina to kill me and Callisto?" Had it just been Jace, she wouldn't have been surprised, but Callisto too? Now that was making it personal. "I thought Fina, no, Io, might be happier if her sister wasn't around. You're attached to her hip, if Callisto had to go, you would too."
"You don't get to make those decisions. You're playing G-d Reiss. I'll accept your offer, but once this shit show is over, I'm taking Callisto and going home."
"You have my word," and that was enough. For now.
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"What are you doing to me?" There were wires in her neck, in her spine, code running across her eyes faster than the rush of a waterfall. "It's time for an upgrade," his voice was cold, the floor where she was tied up even more so. It was clear that Callisto wasn't going to be able to fight her way out of this, if she wanted to get away from the Game Master, she was going to have to be smarter.
Another broadcast had started, Callisto could hear it now. "Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, it's time for round three! Now that you've taken out half of the competition, things are going to get harder. We're leveling up!" He sounded so gleeful, his fingers flew across the keyboard so fast they had become a blur. "In this round, I've hidden flags all across the city. Find them before the hour is up. Good luck."
"Why? Why are you doing this?" Callisto asked, jerking. "Those are people you're killing!"
"They were useless anyways, weren't they?" The broadcast had already cut out, but it wouldn't have mattered anyways. "Orphans, convicts, the bottom rung of society. Instead of helping them, they're kidnapped and turned into slaves. I'm doing them a favor."
"You're sick!"
"And you're to loud!" He pushed a button and red numbers flashed across er eyes along with the puddle of code, Callisto blinked. "Androids should only speak when spoken to."