The new Zelda game (A Link Between Worlds.) Arrived on Wednesday, so I’ve been pretty caught up in that. I’m definitely enjoying it, though it wasn’t as amazing as I hoped. That mostly rests with me thought. It’s a sequel to A Link to the Past, for the SNES, which I’ve played through a few times. The land is almost identical which takes away some of the fun of exploring (at least for me.) I’ve found a few things because I remembered it from the previous game (e.g. Oh, there was a secret hole in this wall in the SNES version, place bomb, boom, yep, secret door.)
Still, despite that it’s pretty enjoyable. I’ve pretty much been playing that non stop, with some breaks for food.
I also have my conferring on Monday. I’m not sure how I feel about it. I have to wear one of those gown things. As far as I know, I don’t get a hat. I don’t know if I should be disappointed or not about that. Still, should be an interesting experience!
On with the show!
Jeremiah sat in his office, brooding. No one would disturb him, at least no one who wanted to keep their jobs. Things had been stressful in the last few weeks, then, they were out of his control. He didn’t like giving up control. They had planned everything meticulously, but then George had to go and get himself killed. Well, Jeremiah wasn’t too upset about that, after all it made things easier for him. He had planned to take out George, there was no point in lying to himself, but he hadn’t planned on it happening so quickly. There was so much power there. So very much and he had no access to it. None at all. At least not for the moment. He spun his chair around to face the large window and looked out at the city. It was still a little thrilling to look out at it all. He could remember when this was just a crazy dream, one that he would never achieve. The office was silent. The window had been soundproofed. The entire city was moving at an incredible speed, people were running about. It was exhilarating all that life, all those people.
He spun back around to face his computer, he picked up his drink and took a sip, then he clicked through the images again. Two people, breaking in. He knew who the man was, he had died and they’d ID’d him pretty easily, the other though, she was an unknown. A young girl, hard to pinpoint an exact age due to the shadows, but young. She had been smarter than her counterpart, she had run.
It had been a nerve-wracking day, they had spent it alone, reading and rereading everything they had managed to find. They would be calm, collected and in control. Together they had opened the container and watched as the darkness began to ooze out of it. Then it happened. That single noise. A sharp inhalation, that was all it took. George had let go of the container in surprise and stepped toward the door. It was all over for him then. Jeremiah wouldn’t have a better chance, but it wasn’t until later that he realised what his haste had cost him. He did as the other two had and ran. He had seen it in action, what it could do. He couldn’t let that happen to himself. He had waited for three days, fearing that it would come for him, but it never did. When the fear faded, he realised that it couldn’t.
He had managed to pull a few strings to protect himself. People wouldn’t know of Georges death, at least not yet, nor would they be aware of the death of that criminal, he had plenty of time to cover his own involvement in either death. He knew people were squatting in Georges house, it wasn’t an ideal arrangement but it would do for now. He would need access soon, but by then they would probably have moved on. George didn’t have anyone that would come looking for him, no one worrying about inheritance. Georges wife had died thirty years ago, suicide, and he had never remarried, never had children. Jeremiah was glad that there was no extra complication there, he never understood children. He had four of his own with two wives. He saw them occasionally and that was more than enough. His wives and the nannies had raised the children and he was perfectly happy with that. Children were loud and a distraction and he couldn’t afford to be distracted, then or now.
Brett looked at Grady, wondering how he was going to keep everyone safe. They were eating dinner, Chinese food, at the table. There was a strange atmosphere at the table, one that he didn’t bother trying to decipher. He had no doubt it had something to do with the revelation the previous day. Grady and Amy hadn’t wanted to eat dinner with everyone, but Brett had convinced them. It would look strange to Jack. Brett was still unsure what to do about him. They’d have to tell him or get rid of him. Brett had hoped that Jack would clear out, he had been mouthing off about it, perhaps Amy would go too. It was easier when there was less people to control and Amy was a non entity in this. Once she was gone, he would be free to manipulate Grady as much as he could. Before he wouldn’t have cared about any of them, he would have simply tortured them to death and moved on, but something had changed. He had allowed Grady a position of power, grudging though it was, she was helpful in his release and he wanted to reward her for that. The others, they were going to die, but she, she would have been allowed live. He took another forkful of food. Then he found himself caring about Grady. That was Rose’s fault really. Grady had given him a powerful ally, one that he could control and that put him in Grady’s debt. The longer he was free, the more his anger at them receded. They were idiots. Every last one of them. They didn’t know what their friend had caused. Ignorance was not an excuse, but in this world, people dropping dead raised questions and if someone asked the right kind, it could lead to him and Rose. He speared a piece of chicken with his fork, he should have just killed them. Someone else would have freed Rose. Simon could probably- he stopped chewing. Then swallowed the lump of food with difficulty. He took a drink, hoping no one had noticed. What if Simon could open the canisters? That would give Simon power. He’d have to keep an eye on that. Simon had never been weak, so to see him so easily swayed now was disconcerting. Perhaps it was all a ploy. He had never been particularly cunning, but perhaps he learned.
They had been sitting still for too long. Grady was a shield that would only protect them for so long. They needed to get moving. Brett had already decided what her role in this would be. It would take some finessing and a few lies, but he was sure he could convince her of what he was saying. Make it some kind of adventure for her. People loved that, with an air of danger. She’d be more than willing to help and, if it put her on the line, well that was just more incentive for her not to fuck it up. He cared about her, but not enough to allow himself to die for her. He always endured, as had the others. It was no time to stop now. The rules were changing, or weakening, they had a perfect opportunity here to be free and if it could be achieved, they could do anything. Once the other had been taken care of, they could rule this place and take their rightful place as gods.