As they set up the board and pieces in our very normal world.
Parasol - "One game."
Parasol - "One game."
nameless - "Two out of three and I ignore your new governmental affiliations."
Parasol - "Deal. But you can't continue to pass judgement on my every deed one by one watching my every move. It's my life to live. Mine. You can judge me in the end, like you always do."
nameless
- "Kira, you have a heart of gold and I love you more than the land.
But you are currently the most dangerous thing walking among these
people. One mood swing and ... "
Parasol - "I don't have mood swings. That's you."
A look ... he holds out two fists for her to choose a color.
A look ... he holds out two fists for her to choose a color.
Parasol - "You go first."
nameless - "Hm."
Parasol - "You have to learn to trust me."
nameless
- "Like everything else, I trust you to act according to your nature. A
heart of gold. Living in a world of evil. But you're
right." He moves his far left pawn out two paces.
"The
problem is there's a lot going on right now, and you keep coming up in
the middle of it. Our people would have been in that room either way,
and I'm just your father expressing concern."
Parasol - "So we're playing rooks."
nameless - Smiles, "I do like the rooks."
Parasol - "Hm."
Our world twists into theirs mechanically as though every building had the other already inside. Homes split in half leaving lovers with another and thinking the same.
People
worked one place and now another, people going somewhere remember they
had other plans while the armor ghosts march the streets. Suddenly they
step to one side in unison with a thrown down snap of the fingers
(1:01), they start to dance.
~ F M K ~
Clyde works a small punching bag, the road trippers pack their bags, the armors dance the streets through swirling symbols created from the signs and papers' ink into new gates, through which more dance out snapping their fingers.
The world grinds back into ours, the ghosts moving as wisps among the people before dissipating.
Parasol - "Check mate, game one. The rooks are a powerful move, but heavy handed leaving you few abstract options to back them."
nameless - "Hm. You do know that I love you right ?"
Parasol - "Ugggg ... yessss ... I love you too. Just ... please don't kill them all."
nameless - "We'll see."
The Abstraction
(The 1961 Oldsmobile Starfire Convertible)
They travel the freeway exit, the off-ramps sliding alongside the road reinforcing the tunnel connecting one stone to the next, each connecting to all those around them.
The arms disconnect a stone too far connecting to the nearest, each crawling their way among each other, marked on the computer in their car (see below).
Alley and Mary seem to be enjoying themselves well, singing along while Parasol plays her game head down, Geneva looking distracted next to her in the back.
Another arm sways over head, seen through the glass above, inertia of their own in turn drifting the car with Alley's increasing acceleration. Ahead the traffic's backed up awaiting the connection while they speed to catch its passing.
She skids up the rounded wall around the slow starting cars when the connection's made, drifting sideways to drop in front of them and on.
Ahead the many worlds, the cities to pass though and their roads off to another and another, their first stop an apparent nexus of truckers and their cargo drops.