Chapter 1: Finding the Right Master in New Locura
(The story has been reformatted from it's original RP form. It's original form begins in here, in New Locura.)
You really have gone to chatkill, haven't you? He thought, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from the nearby table. Lifting a small lighter from his pocket, he put the second-to-last stick into his mouth, lighting it ablaze before returning to his view of the city. Half destroyed, corruption filled...and I'm off fightin' baddies. Can't even take care of the chatkill in my own back yard. He drew back at it, letting out a puff of smoke in the air. But...there's not much to do for now. Contact with my forces has been...shaky, to say the least, and I gotta put a stop to even the most minor of villains if I can. Besides, I think we have some groups on the right side... He moved away from the window, throwing the butt of the cigarette into the street below.
Moving to his bed, he laid down upon it, closing his eyes lightly. Times like this...I feel like I should be relaxing. Clearing my senses for the challenge. But...something is making me nervous...what is it? What is it making me so...nervous? He shook his head. Stop thinking so hard, Mika. Just relax...
A girl in the street narrowly missed being hit by Mika's cigarette butt. She was seemingly in her early twenties, and rather pretty without being overly so. She had tan skin, gold eyes, and knee length green hair that was swept away from her face by an odd hair fastener that vaguely resembled a pair of white ram's horns where it came out from behind her ears and curled around her hair. She wore a silvery jumpsuit with decorative white bars around her joints and no other markings, or identification, except that she had 13374 tattooed on her left wrist. Actually she looked pretty common as Locurans go (green hair and gold eyes seeming to be the new norm).
Her face had a vacant stare as she looked up to Mika's window. Then she began to walk deliberately around the building to the front door of the Inn, absently avoiding contact with passers by without even seeming to see them.
The green haired girl walked into the Inn.
With a vacant stare she walked through the lobby, avoiding physical contact with people and ignoring everything that they said, and headed up stairs and through the halls. As she passed by the room Mecha was in she stumbled and fell against the door, which made a noise as it shifted suddenly in it's frame. Then she picked herself up and continued on until she reached Mika's room. She stopped and tried the knob, but as in all hotels it was locked, so she knocked on the door.
Mecha, who was in Hibernation mode, suddenly jerked away, his arm exploding with weapons. Seeing no one in the room, but someone walking in the hall (Thermal vision), he sat back and retracted his weapons back into his arm. He then stood up when he heard the knocking, suspicious and paranoid, and walked to the door, opening it slightly to see who it was. Of course, slightly for him wasn't exactly slightly for the normal person...
"EH?!" Mika's voice shouted from inside the room, sounding a little off. The door cracked open, Mika looking down on the girl through it. The crack was large enough to see some of his face, along with the fact he seemed to be some kind of empty bottle of his hand, but that's about it. "Eeeeh? Who're you? Room service?"
The green haired girl reached out for the door and fell through it (literally if Mika was holding it firmly shut), and against him, not very heavily as she weighed very little.
"H-hey!" He shouted a little nervously, stepping back as the door got flung open by the girl's reach. Or perhaps it was a bit of a panic from the girl falling through his not so well held crack. He wasn't really in the best position to think though, pushing the girl off him. "Alright, who the hell are you, lady?! I wasn't expecting no one and I'm not very apper...apprei...happy with you bargin' in like this!" His arm swung at her a little.
The girl looked up at Mika from the floor (as he had neglected to catch her), the pupils of her eyes becoming iridescent flowers as they met his, but they also looked rather sad. "I - I don't know. I think my name is Leeta," she said softly, brushing stray hair aside with her tattooed hand, "and I belong here... with you."
"Riiight." Mika just moved to the door, closing it. "Look, just...don't make too much noise, alright? I'm trying to conshuntrate." He glared at her a little. "And if this is some illegal racket, then I had nothing to do with it and you dragged me into it." Throwing off two of the empty bottles, which one might noticed looked like some very old beer brands, he cleared off one of the room's two chairs. "If you wanna sit, then here's a spot." He said, sitting on the bed and trying to take a drink from the empty bottle. "...Empty. Of course." He chucked the bottle behind him, said bottle shattering as it hit the wall. "Ah well, that was a bad bottle anyway."
Leeta moved over to the chair, very quietly, and sat down. She looked over at Mika, as if expecting something, though she wasn't sure what, and then around the room, and back at Mika.
"...WHAT?!" Mika shouted. "Whadda want?! Food? Money? Something to drink? Or did you just come in here to stare at me and maybe get a free night of rooming?!"
"I'm sorry!" she said softly looking down. "I just... I... Can I do something for you? Get you something? If you just want me to sit here and be quiet I will. I don't really need anything."
Mika just sighed a bit. What, did someone buy me a slave or something? Well...uh... He shook his head. Jeez, I'm too tired for this...
"Don't need anything? What, you photosynthesize or something?" He asked.
"I don't know." she said, and it sounded like she really had forgotten everything she once knew. "I just don't feel like I need anything. If... if I'm bothering you, I could wait out in the hall. You could call me when you want."
"Nah, don't do that. A perfectly obedient girl, or at least so it would sheem, all around in an Inn of who knows what kind of people, with no one there? I get the feeling I would be helping a few crimes if I let that happen." He sighed. "Uh...lesse...you said your name was...Leeta, right? Well, if it isn't, let's just go with that. I can actually remember it." He rubbed his forehead. "Do you know if you sleep? Will I need to get a second bed up here or something or...?"
"I could sleep anywhere you wanted me to. I could even clear a place on the floor... but a bed would be nice," she said wistfully. "I don't want to put you to any trouble. And don't be concerned about me obeying anyone else." She looked into his eyes and her pupils did that iridescent flower thing again. "I will only obey you."
"O...kay. That's a little creepy, but whatever." He sighed. "Well, I'll have to talk to the managers of this place about getting a room with another bed or getting one up here. But until then, uh..." He grabbed one of the two pillows he used to sleep, along with a very large sheet, and threw them a little off-target at the girl. "You can use the sheet as some kind of mini-comforter. Usually, I sleep with two pillows, but I can go with one. Ain't I a nice guy?" He chuckled a little.
"I suppose so," she said smiling a bit as she deftly caught the sheet and pillow. She seemed just a little bit more at ease. "Were you sleeping when I interrupted? Would you like me to go to sleep now, and wake when you are finished sleeping? Or would you like me to do some cleaning, or anything else?"
"Nah, I was just drinking. You're free to help yourself to that, by the way." He replied. "Aside from that...uh...do what ya want? I don't really have much I want you to do..."
"Do what I want..." she mused. "I want to be useful to you, to help however I can, beyond that... I can't really remember. I only know what I feel at the moment. I don't really remember if there is something I want to do besides that. And I don't yet know what would please you." She looked around the room, at the mess and the shattered glass. "Do you mind if I clean for a bit while you drink?"
"Sure. Why not." Mika replied with a shrug, getting up. "Better then doing it myshelf, I guess." Retreating to the mini-fridge, because any man worth his weight in salt buys the inn room with the mini-fridge, he procured another one of those drinks.
Leeta went about the room cleaning with a quiet gracefulness. She organized all of Mika's stuff (by similar kinds) on the surfaces (which she wiped down with one of the washcloths from the bathroom, she also wiped the mirror, the walls, and the worst spots on the floor) and in the drawers, made up Mika's bed, and a little bed in the corner for herself, and picked up the trash and put it in the waste bin. As she was picking up the shards of glass, still slick with the remnants of beer, an idea occurred to her. She didn't know if she could do it without a direct order... but he had said "do what you want", and she did want to please him, even if it was just a trifle. She held out her hand over the shards. For a brief moment nothing happened, then the shards came together forming a whole bottle, and then stray atoms and molecules came together inside the bottle reassembling to fill it with a very good beer. She knew it was even though she didn't know how she knew. Then she handed the full bottle to Mika.
"Wait. So does this mean your power is...like...the ability to make beer out of thin air?" He asked, staring at the drink somewhat skeptically. "...Lady, I think that this is the beginning of a beaut-i-ful relationship!" Glug. Glug. Glug...
"That would be nice," she murmured with a smile, her eyes going all flowery for a moment. She had actually managed to please him. "My 'power' is whatever you wish, whatever you command. I am here to serve you."
If she had truly remembered the past though, she wouldn't have freely told him of his mastery over her, or as easily revealed her forgotten abilities. But the heart aches of the past were forgotten with everything else. At the moment she only wanted to please him, and have him like her in return. So she waited, as he had just said (("Wait.")), for the next order.
"Hmmm...this is kind of fun." Mika mused. "I'm not entirely sure how this works, though..." And a snap of the fingers signaled the calling of an idea. Of course! If she does whatever I say, then I just need to tell her to tell me what I need to do for that to happen until I stumble on the words to make it work! "Oh, that's smart. Anyway, uh, Leeta I think it was. Whatever. I...uh...command you to tell me how this whole "obedience" thing works."
"Eons ago," she began, giving information that she didn't know she had, "an irremovable curse was put upon me to obey a master's orders, as a perversion of my original purpose to serve and maintain the world of my origin. Once a person has become my master, which is shown by a change in the pupils of my eyes, I must obey that person and only that person for as long as that person lives, or until such time as I am ordered to seek out or serve a new master. I am able to obey any command, even ones that require me to alter my shape or objects around me in ways that are usually considered impossible, though such difficult things I can not do on my own without an order. For example, I used your order to "do what you want" to make that beer, because I wanted to please you and it was your order to do what I wanted. It was more difficult to do because the order was not a direct one, but I couldn't have done it at all without that small order. If you had said I 'must' or 'will' do something, said 'I wish', or made an off hand statement like when you said 'Wait,' and 'just don't make a lot of noise' I would have to follow those as if they were a direct command, even if you didn't really mean it. A question though, or a suggestion, like 'you should' or 'you could' would not be a command, and I couldn't answer your questions about my past, who I am, or why I came to you, because I was at one time ordered to forget my past as a standing eternal order. When you cease to be my master, I shall forget you too," she said sadly.
"Though I have no memory of my past you could get me to tell you things that I don't remember by a direct command, as you did, or by saying 'Tell me...' and asking a question. You could also just ask me to remember and I would, until you ordered otherwise, or you ceased to be my master. I do have a will of my own, and I could sometimes interpret, or stretch an order beyond the exact statement to fit the needs of a particular situation, like I did with the beer, but my will is... well... my actions could be clouded by my desire to... to win your approval and affection... and my desire to help people and other life forms. It would be easy to over ride my own self interests and do myself harm... or allow myself to be hurt. Also... If you truly wanted to destroy innocent people, or the world... I might actually subvert a weak command, so as to help others... though it would case me pain to go against my master's true wishes."
She looked up at him, her eyes all flowery, and yet sad in a hurt puppy sort of way. "I hope... I hope you are not the kind of person who enjoys hurting others," she murmured. "I don't think you are." She didn't even react to the distant sound of breaking glass. She was fully concentrated on Mika.
"Riiight. Okay." He rubbed his head. I'm way too smashed for this...and this room doesn't have any lamp posts... "Well, I'm getting kind of sleepy, so..." He rose his hand, as if a king commanding servants. "I command thee, the knight Leeta, you're a knight now by the way because I say so, to go to bed while the king sleeps. Use the bed I made with the pillow and sheet, because I can't fit two people on the bed." He promptly passed out on his bed.
Leeta immediately went over to her "bed" in the corner and laid down, falling into a deep sleep. As she did her clothing made not so subtle changes. Her hair fastener transformed into a kind of winged helm with her hair neatly braiding itself into a long plait, and her jumpsuit became a finely linked mail shirt with a padded under tunic that extended to her knees and was fastened by a metal studded leather belt at her waist. There was even a sheathed dagger on the belt. She also wore calf length leather boots with a metal shin guard on the front, and protective metal arm bands from wrist to elbow. As she slept a sword and a small round shield formed beside her. The sword's pommel was a large emerald, and the shield had a green tree and a white swan painted on it.
Leeta stirred in her sleep and woke with tears on her face. It must have been a dream, she thought, and a dream based on a forgotten memory too, as she couldn't remember anything. She was thirsty and uncomfortable in her mail shirt and helm, but she couldn't get up until her "king" awoke. So she went back to sleep.
Fortunately, she wouldn't have to wait long, as Mika got up more than somewhat uneasily.
"What hit meeeEEeeEE...?" Mika said uneasily, rubbing his head. "Yo, little lady, wake up!"
"Yes, my liege," she said getting up on one knee to bow. "Do you require my assistance?" Then noticing how his head seemed to be hurting him she said more softly, "I could make your head feel better, sire. Do you wish for me to help you with that?"
"Yes, that would be nice. Make it so!"
Leeta asked Mika to sit down and then she began to massage his head and neck. As she did so his blood chemistry and fluid levels returned to normal, making his hangover disappear (not to mention that the massage itself felt good).
"So...like..." Mika said with a contented smile. "Whenever we find out who made this, I've got to give him a big thank you."
"I'm glad that you are happy, your majesty, even if you do make me wear strange clothes and speak in this unusual manner," she said with a smile. Her own needs for food, water, a bath and clean clothes, were forgotten for the moment. "But who is it that you want to thank? What did he make that pleases you so?"
"Well, whoever made you...like...all able to get rid of hangovers 'n' stuff." Mika replied. "I mean, we can presume it's unnatural, right? Therefor, somebody did it, and that somebody must be a genius."
"I gather, from the information I gave you last night and what I feel, that I was always able to do these kinds of unusual things, for the good of my world. That was my purpose for existing... only it was diverted by the curse to serve just one person, as a slave," she said rather surprised at the idea of someone making her in the first place, though it was possible. That kind of person would have to have amazing powers and wisdom, great enough to make the world that she served, but if that was so, why was she allowed to become a slave that could be forced to destroy everything that she was made to preserve? That was a puzzle she had no pieces for. "Also," she continued with a bit of an angry edge, "that curse limits my abilities. I have to have an order to do these things. I know inside that I was once able to do these things freely of my own will. So... are you going to thank the possibly non-existent person who created me, or the one who enslaved and limited me?"
Her own anger surprised her, "I'm sorry my liege," she said quickly. How could she have talked like that to him? "Please forgive my outburst. I truly want to help you with whatever you need. I'm glad that you find pleasure in something that I can do. If you want to thank someone for making me that's fine." She hoped he wouldn't hold what she said against her. It didn't even occur to her that Mika should probably thank the one who sent her to him, since she had forgotten.
"Aaaaw...does little Leeta have a button?" Mika said, basically unfazed, poking Leeta a bit playfully in the forehead. "Also, stop talking funny. You sound like those stuck-up knights from the old days. And if your one of my knights, you don't talk all "My liege" like. You talk naturally." Mika sighed. "But man...there's a whole world of people like you? Locura got snuffed by evolution, I guess. I mean, if we had a species like that, we would never have to worry about hangovers again!"
Leeta smiled in relief he wasn't angry at all. "Thanks... umm, master? Do your knights wear something different than this armor? Because this stuff is pretty uncomfortable," she asked. Maybe she should ask more, and not be so afraid that he would hate her or something. "And I don't know if my world had more people like me or not, that standing order to forget my past you know. If you asked me to tell you, I'd know it then."
"Yeah, sure. I mean, I'm a knight and I wore rags like this back then. So, feel free to wear whatever you want. If I need to formally order it...uh..." He coughed a little. "I, master Mika, command thee to wear whatever you wan, of which is comfortable for you! And so it was written, and so it was done!"
Leeta gave a delighted and natural laugh. "You don't need to be so formal with orders, master Mika!" she said, her stiff mail shirt transforming into a soft pale green and white dress and her boots into slipper like shoes, while the helm reverted into the hair fastener that she had before, only with stylized "feathers" instead of ram's horns. The sword and shield still lay on the floor by her "bed".
"I like having some freedom to choose! Thank you," she said. "And I think your name is beautiful! Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"Actually, yes, there is. But not here." Mika replied, opening the door. "Come on. Walk with me, talk with me." He quickly left the room, heading down the building's stairs.
Leeta followed quickly, catching up with Mika to walk beside him.