The universe always seeks balance, as any Veritas will tell you, and the only way the Ianua community can hope to regain its footing and settle down the Fury, is to have strong leadership. One Addo just ain’t gonna get us there, kids. So, I believe the universe has given us an incredible gift. Sean Reese. Our very first, Simple Mox.”
“We need, therefore we are given,” Imad says with a slow nod. “This has always been right.”
Sisi’s fingertips play at the base of her long, brown neck. “So now you say we shall recruit the Simple?”
“Not recruit, ” the Addo says. “Accept. But only those Simple who show the natural ability, such as Sean Reese has. I’ve never seen it happen in all my years, but I’ve never seen such a major loss of Addos either. Our community is up the proverbial crick, without sufficient Addos to bless the Memories and organize the troops. The universe always strives to balance and this seems like a solution to help keep the peace. So, while I’m presenting my Simple Mox, let me ask: do any other Curas have Simple Moxes to present?”
I think it’s a pretty clever way to flush out some traitors, but instead of a Cura presenting a Simple Mox, i t’s like the Addo has just asked the crowd if anyone is aware of flying pigs starting up an airline service. Some of the people in the balconies are laughing, some are staring down on the Addo like he just fed them bad eggs, and the hater from Tuco’s balcony is still mooning the Addo.
“Alright, now that that’s out of the way,” Addo says, once the crowd has quieted down again. “Which of you have Moxes to present?”
Only two balconies have hands raised. Addo does a disappointed groan in the back of my head.
“Send them down, please,” he says. “And while we are waiting, I will introduce you to my Mox, Sean Reese. He is the first born of my own Procella, Miranda Reese, and the late Basil Reese. He also has three brothers who are all active Contego.”
At the mention of the three brothers, since Mark and Brandon are still missing, Addo clears his throat to hide the way his own tone dips. He turns and motions for Sean to step forward. Sean does and the room goes dead silent. I focus in on Sean so hard that his tight, shallow breathing fills my ears.
And then someone starts clapping.
I turn to look at Garrett, but his hands are hanging at his sides. He’s in his highest alert mode, although he appears nearly fluid, while watching the crowd.
The clapping is coming from Mrs. Reese. I want to join in, but with my luck, I’ll look away and that’s when somebody would hammer Sean with their platter of cookies. I stay vigilant, but I glance at Mrs. Reese and see how her eyes are wet and her smile is wide, as she keeps on clapping for her oldest son. Sean shoots her a smile, but when he looks back at the Outer Cura’s Procella, and especially when his eyes rise up, balcony after balcony, his smile fades away. At least the butt has disappeared from the ledge on the 9 th floor.
My skin bristles as the elevator door to the courtyard opens. Two girls enter, but Zane walks over and stops them before they can approach the Addo.
“Whoa ladies,” he says. “Close enough.”
The first girl, with thick black hair that surrounds her face like a spiked heart, lifts her chin and steps up to Zane. She’s almost as skinny as Zane and about the same height, but when he doesn’t move, neither does she.
“Move,” she says. “I am the Mox from the 9 th Cura.”
“Whoopty ding,” Zane says. “I’m the bad ass Contego from the 13 th . No one’s getting close to my Addo.”
“ Our Addo,” Tuco moves forward from the opposite side of the courtyard, but Mrs. Neho and Carducci block him. The room is instantly saturated with waves of energy that hike up my nerves, even though there are no other sudden movements.
“Oh now,” Addo chuckles. “Settle down ,
“We need, therefore we are given,” Imad says with a slow nod. “This has always been right.”
Sisi’s fingertips play at the base of her long, brown neck. “So now you say we shall recruit the Simple?”
“Not recruit, ” the Addo says. “Accept. But only those Simple who show the natural ability, such as Sean Reese has. I’ve never seen it happen in all my years, but I’ve never seen such a major loss of Addos either. Our community is up the proverbial crick, without sufficient Addos to bless the Memories and organize the troops. The universe always strives to balance and this seems like a solution to help keep the peace. So, while I’m presenting my Simple Mox, let me ask: do any other Curas have Simple Moxes to present?”
I think it’s a pretty clever way to flush out some traitors, but instead of a Cura presenting a Simple Mox, i t’s like the Addo has just asked the crowd if anyone is aware of flying pigs starting up an airline service. Some of the people in the balconies are laughing, some are staring down on the Addo like he just fed them bad eggs, and the hater from Tuco’s balcony is still mooning the Addo.
“Alright, now that that’s out of the way,” Addo says, once the crowd has quieted down again. “Which of you have Moxes to present?”
Only two balconies have hands raised. Addo does a disappointed groan in the back of my head.
“Send them down, please,” he says. “And while we are waiting, I will introduce you to my Mox, Sean Reese. He is the first born of my own Procella, Miranda Reese, and the late Basil Reese. He also has three brothers who are all active Contego.”
At the mention of the three brothers, since Mark and Brandon are still missing, Addo clears his throat to hide the way his own tone dips. He turns and motions for Sean to step forward. Sean does and the room goes dead silent. I focus in on Sean so hard that his tight, shallow breathing fills my ears.
And then someone starts clapping.
I turn to look at Garrett, but his hands are hanging at his sides. He’s in his highest alert mode, although he appears nearly fluid, while watching the crowd.
The clapping is coming from Mrs. Reese. I want to join in, but with my luck, I’ll look away and that’s when somebody would hammer Sean with their platter of cookies. I stay vigilant, but I glance at Mrs. Reese and see how her eyes are wet and her smile is wide, as she keeps on clapping for her oldest son. Sean shoots her a smile, but when he looks back at the Outer Cura’s Procella, and especially when his eyes rise up, balcony after balcony, his smile fades away. At least the butt has disappeared from the ledge on the 9 th floor.
My skin bristles as the elevator door to the courtyard opens. Two girls enter, but Zane walks over and stops them before they can approach the Addo.
“Whoa ladies,” he says. “Close enough.”
The first girl, with thick black hair that surrounds her face like a spiked heart, lifts her chin and steps up to Zane. She’s almost as skinny as Zane and about the same height, but when he doesn’t move, neither does she.
“Move,” she says. “I am the Mox from the 9 th Cura.”
“Whoopty ding,” Zane says. “I’m the bad ass Contego from the 13 th . No one’s getting close to my Addo.”
“ Our Addo,” Tuco moves forward from the opposite side of the courtyard, but Mrs. Neho and Carducci block him. The room is instantly saturated with waves of energy that hike up my nerves, even though there are no other sudden movements.
“Oh now,” Addo chuckles. “Settle down ,
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