A few hours after The Darkspade telegraphed his little message of dread and total annihilation to the entire world.
(ooc: best song I can find to compliment this family mess, and no Charon is not preggy, at least that I am aware of!)
KAAAAAAAAAFFLLLLLUSSSSHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
The scene materializes at a diner in the darkness of night, with a view of an "OCCUPIED" message on the front of the woman's bathroom door! Finally, the door swung open with Charon of Death exited- in her right hand was her cellphone.... she had just finished err- among other needs, well to the best of her ability to stay sane while watching it, her father's little psychotic episode.
She rolls her eyes back and places the phone next to her head as she leaves cash on the table where she had dinner and exits the diner. The call went through, but it was unclear who she was calling- she is outside with the phone and calls for a cab, which catches her summons from across the street- it makes a turn and stops in front of her.
::To whoever she was talking to::
Charon of Death: "Right. That promo sucked."
Charon enters the cab and the next scene cross-fades showing her ride stopping in front of the giant hotel she was staying for the weekend, leading up to Master of the Mat.... Charon exits the cab- throws her hoodie over her head to hide her identity from any fans lurking around.
She swiftly enters through the double doors and makes a right to a secluded bar room in the west wing of the hotel.
As hoped, there was hardly anyone present- it was a very fancy place indeed- the establishment itself was well hidden... an exclusive bar where velvet curtains muffled every whisper and the scent of aged bourbon clung to the air like expensive perfume!!
Charon scanned the room and moved toward the farthest booth tucked into the back corner where the light barely reached. It was the right place for a private conversation- and away from curious eyes. The kind of place where secrets were exchanged instead of drinks.
She sat down and was approached by a bartender who knew her and her need for privacy- he takes her order of a margarita.
Then, cellphone in her coat vibrated violently.... An uneven series of electronic hums pulsed through the speaker.... there was something odd and different about the device-- it was modified!
HMMMMMMMMM—
BZZZZT.
HMMMMMMMMM—
The sound sounded like an old dial-tone you would hear from an OLD AOL dial-up.... Charon presses the big green button on the screen.... and her expression darkened.
Charon of Death: “Right. Obed,” she said coldly. “If this is another one of your theatrics..”
Only the sound of the humming was her reply- Charon then fiddled with the controls on the LED screen until the frequency was better tuned... then... suddenly...
The device projected a crimson and pale-blue light upward into the empty seat across from her. Digital fragments spiraled violently in the air, assembling bone by bone, shadow by shadow, until a figure materialized like a ghost stitched together by corrupted code..... the figure of.... Obed Marsh!!!!
The hologram flickered with his form unstable... an older man dressed in dark ceremonial attire and parts of his face fragmented into static before reforming again several times until it was finally solidified.
Obed Marsh: "So uh. Hows your dad?"
Charon, at this time, just received the drink, the bartender did not say a thing about Obed, and once Obed asked about her dad- she spat out the margarita in her mouth!! the alcohol flies through the form of Obed.... Charon was chuckling....
Charon of Death: "Bollocks. Err... well... the same ol' insane lunatic?" Obed's right eyebrow rose- his form still shaking a bit from the transmission projected over realities.... "Well that's an improvement!! at least he's talking to you?"
Charon shakes her head.... "... well, don't expect I'll be getting him a Father's Day gift coming up.... he can forget it!"
At this time, Obed's form was worsening.... it was obvious that the transmission was only temporary....
Charon of Death: “Look… I need you to investigate something. This whole situation surrounding The Void is starting to unnerve me. He’s never spoken about The Unholy Darkness like this before… not once. My gut tells me it has something to do with the Silver Mirror. And the worst part? It almost feels as though the Silver Mirror itself is conscious… aware… keeping him here for a reason.”
Obed nods....
Obed Marsh: "I am right on it.... oh... is that his latest message" **points to the LED screen overhead from the bartender across the room.... showing The Unhol... err Cardinal going all bat-shit-crazy.
Charon shakes her head....
Charon of Death: “Right… yes. At least that part is somewhat normal. But did you notice the servers were actually feeding power directly into his body? That’s the part that disturbs me. In the past, the Unholy Cardinal form was something he invoked through the combined force of all his manifestations… as though they were acting like one massive living battery fueling the transformation. This was different. The technology wasn’t merely surrounding him… it was sustaining him. Amplifying him. Maybe even controlling the process itself. Now, I understand that my father... or perhaps even the Mirror itself.... managed to tap into the Technocracy mainframe. But the question still remains… what exactly is the connection between him and all of that tech?”
Just before the scene fades into black, as Charon flung an olive through a vanishing Obed Marsh out of jest, the bartender watching phased in and out of reality as it was cleaning the top of the bar table.