Yup. Still following me.
Footsteps behind. Still no chance for that chat, pheh.
Nor here.
Mental note: I’ve seen him spying on me in 2 clubs now in different parts of the city. He’s ready.
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00430412 (Edward D.)
She called in her big brother for intimidation and I knew I had to stop, Hustle kids both. I didn’t follow her this time as she walked away. I decided then and there to switch these kind of activities from night to day, and from women to men. So the next day, Thursday I believe, Edward fairly quickly came into my scope as he passed the V that represented me. Which brings us to the present, I suppose.
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It took me 27 minutes and 19 seconds into this more ambient video to turn the game location Red Dirt into the blog location Red Dust, pheh. But I got it. Edward was nowhere to be found — I thought I’d try this out first since it’s the last location we’ve seen him in time-wise, staring at that Mars guitar of all things. He *knows*. Anyway, I must move on… the 45 minute video’s over.
We’ll call him Edward Doofus per V’s nickname to differentiate him from Edward Daigle seen in earlier sections of this here novel. But underneath the different game exteriors they seem to be one and the same. That’s another twist. Now: to figure out how it happened. We last saw Edward *Daigle* on a ship 1 after 909 heading to Mars, sitting a couple of rows behind super smart Fern Stalin going to same. But — hold on — maybe Mars is Arroyo. Maybe Red Dirt *is* Red Dust. Someone decides to hold out a knife to test the theory on a particular rusty and dusty day. *Brnng*, it rings, as he unsheathes it while a Red Dust cowboy videotapes the whole thing, hoping to fully form in this reality. Another Youtuber?
Results inconclusive. But we appear to be on the right track! Back into Arroyo it is.
00430411 (2nd J-Town encounter)
She didn’t turn around when V entered the shop, as if she was expecting him. “Show me what you found,” she seemed to say as much to the magenta hued statue before her, also illuminated by candles at her altar for it. No crack about the porn from the last time. Both understood it came from Silverhhand, not V. She accepted the scan.
“A ring… huh,” she spotted. “I’ve seen these before. 3 metals involved, gold, silver, bronze. Hard to tell which this was in the light. Do you think this is an NPC or a regular character?” she tested.
“NPC. Found her standing inside a chair in front of a table in a restaurant off Sagan. Thing is, there were *2* of her, both standing in chairs not 15 feet from each other. I could tell one of the agents following me was calling in the anomaly, even though he spoke in code.
“Since I wasn’t their focus in the moment,” he continued, “I thought I could take advantage of the situation and go over and speak to Edward, who, *ahem*, just by chance was also in the area. Watching me of course, as I watched him before. The stalker had become the stalked. But the other agent following me turned around and gave me a knowing look as I was trying to leave, making sure that I knew he was also keeping watch while taking a lunch break. So no go on speaking with Edward. Couldn’t take the chance. And I still haven’t had that chance, Mysti, even 3 days after, let’s call it, The Switch.”
knowing look
“Hmm. All this stuff is fascinating, V, but I must tell you before we go any further that the woman — women — in the restaurant were not NPC’s — not really. I’ve seen them — her — before in another scan, just yesterday. Given to me by, get ready for it, Edward.”
“Edward??”
“The ring is a give away. I don’t recall any other woman wearing it in Nightsity. Only men wear the ring, V. Men of power whether they know it or not. This woman is special.”
He tried to figure this all out in the moment as Mysti continued staring with those deep, accepting eyes, as if she were trying to read his thoughts. And maybe she could, who knows? But all he kept thinking of was a snake swallowing its own tail, and that he should stop following this particular rabbit down its hole. He was looking too far, creating complexity when there was only the simple and open.
Mysti returned to her statue, seeming to seek answers there. After a moment; perhaps channeling the knowledge (the oracle speaks?):
“You must approach Edward and ask him why he is following you. Be kind to him. If you are not coercive then he will yield the answers you seek. This all ties back to Silverhhand and the Relic. He’ll tell you. If you’re nice.”
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00430310
“What about that chick behind me, V? You stalked her around too. If you choose her instead of that orange Doofus — maybe we’ll get along better than ever. You can see what ol’ silverhhand here can actually do.” He stares down at his metal hand and expertly wiggles each finger to emphasize his point. I’ve decided not to go with this “Hustle” girl for these very reasons. We have enough complications to deal with besides sexual attraction, at least on the part of Jonny. I told him this.
“So it’s Edward, then, hmph,” he replied, kind of lowering and shaking his head, then raising it again with a new thought. “Oh… about the Japantown girl. I remember her name — speaking of hands. It’s *Han*. And as I recall, yeah she lived over there somewhere. Mysti’s probably right about all that. 1/2 Japanese as I also recall. Couldn’t tell it by her eyes, though.”
I think: So Jonny also believes she is his missing hand come back to haunt him. Interesting. I became curious. “So… Jonny. What actually happened to your hand, your arm? I mean the real one?”
“Threw it away in that deep trash pit over in Japantown — what do I care?”
But that’s exactly where *they* found it.
(to be continued)
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00430302
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“I’m actually here looking for V, Emeralda. Have you seen him around lately? Horns, you know, like me, except two of them. Like if Benny and I were one again, Horns of Hatton and all. We’re looking to synchronize the left and the right again, two parts of one. Side for you, side for me.”
“V is in a different world,” spoke Emeralda in that strange, smokey voice of hers. Only 1/2 woman at best. 1/2 human actually.
Jer Left Horn waited for more, then had to ask himself. “Okay, *which* world?” Authoritative tone for an authoritative man. Brother Benny’s in contrast was ordinary, even goofy. Like he didn’t give a damn about his high position in the world. Except for the women — low self esteem you see — figures it’s the only way he can get any.
“His own”, she answered, then just vanished from the couch after flashing him some weird sign, he observes. First a V with one hand then a V with the other with the first still held up, then joined together. VW… V or Val’s World? he ponders later.
Great, Jer Left Horn thinks in the present. My only contact in this God forsaken place disappeared into thin air like the green genie she is. He’ll have to poke around himself, see if he can find any more clues concerning the whereabouts of his… well… father. *Supposedly*.
Meanwhile, on a different world, V looks to switch bodies again, knowing new agents were on his trail. This doofus will do, he thinks, seeing the figure superimposed with his letter as he passed him on the streets; determined it was destiny. To prepare the transfer, he’d have to stalk the fellow for a while, learn his habits, figuratively live in his skin before doing so literally. All this coming from the future — shouldn’t be hard since it was preordained. Pieces should fall into place pretty quickly, he thinks. Side for you, side for me.
Sunklands 