This piece is part two of two
This piece is something that happened at the last Dystopia Rising Game I went to. I tried doing a piece that sort of explained the aftermath of it, but I never got to a point that did it justice. Here is attempt number two, only this time, it’s me recording the event from my character’s perspective. Also, normally, I don’t put this reminder up since most of the information I post is well known. Not all of this is well known, so please remember to keep this out of game until you find out in game. 🙂
Jeanie sat at the table in the Ripton Falls hospital. She was shuffling the Vegasian cards that Mister Oddfellow had given her. But he had left. And no one wanted to play. So she just sat at the table shuffling the cards. An Ascensorite sat watching her. His eyes were two different colors. He wore bells on his ankles. He watched the Iron for a moment before slipping into the seat in front of her.
“What are those?” he asked, curious.
“Vegasian playing cards. Mister Oddfellow gave them to me.”
Jeanie didn’t know how long she’d been sitting there. She couldn’t stop shaking. She couldn’t stop the tears. The overwhelming feeling of being completely alone had returned. It was almost as bad as when Caleb March had died, only this time it was worse. This time Sliphox chose to let himself be destroyed. Some might argue he wasn’t dead. Some might argue that they had finally made him better. But no one else had been called his mate. No one else knew, just knew, that there was nothing of him left. He was gone.
“What do you do with them?” he asked as he placed his paws on the table. That was weird that he had paws and not hands.
“You play Black Jack.”
“How do you play?”
At some point, Anne came over and wrapped her arms around Jeanie. There were no words. There was no questioning why Jeanie was so upset. Just gentle arms carefully holding the shaking Jeanie. But of course, it wasn’t Sliphox. Why would he do that? Why would he protect her or do anything like that when a rover born like him would break a promise he made?
“Jeanie,” Anne said quietly, “He’s asking for you.”
Jeanie shook and didn’t answer. How could she answer? How could she go over to him and be there for him when he refused to be there for her? She felt the tears fall more quickly. It didn’t matter if he was asking for her. It wasn’t him anymore.
Anne gently stepped back and walked away leaving the shaking Iron alone.
He scrunched up his face as he stared at the two pages of science in Jeanie’s notebook. “What’s it mean?”
So, Jeanie carefully explained the game. She explained about how you didn’t want your cards to go over 21. She explained how you wanted to be able to to get as close as possible but the other person didn’t know all you had because you had one card that only you could see.
Then the sound that Jeanie was dreading. It was deafening, though no one else seemed to notice how loud and painful it was. A jingle of bells. Each step and that jingle seemed to echo through the entirety of the building. Each step made it harder to stop the tears from falling.
Jeanie looked down, trying not to watch from the corner of her eyes as the Rover-born Ascensorite made his way over to the shaking Iron. He placed his spear down on the ground next to her and knelt down on the ground. Jeanie’s eyes dropped into her lap. She couldn’t look at him.
He shook his paws in front of him and his eyes darted around the room. Then he dropped his gaze back to his cards and peaked at the one card that wasn’t face up on the table. He finally sighed and bounced the nails of paws onto the table. Jeanie slid him a card and he quickly picked it up. Then his shoulders drooped and he placed the card on the table. “I didn’t want that card.”
“Jeanie,” he said quietly.
She didn’t look at him. She couldn’t stop shaking. She couldn’t stop crying. It wasn’t Sliphox. She didn’t know who it was anymore.
He gently placed his paws on either side of her head and placed a kiss upon her forhead. “I love you.”
Jeanie shook her head. “You’re not you.”
“You’re my mate,” he answered quietly. One of his paws dropped away from her head. The other slid down to hold her cheek. “I love you.”
“But you’re not Sliphox anymore. You left. You’re gone.”
“How do you know?”
She held her left hand out in front of her, eyes looking down at her palm. “You promised. You said you would never leave me. But you’re gone. You broke your promise.”
He looked down at her palm. “It’s gone. We’ll have to fix that.” He wrapped her hand around his blade. Then he wrapped his palm around the blade and pulled quickly, cutting into both of their palms. “Jeanie, I will never leave you. I will always take care of you and protect you. You are my mate and I love you.”
“But you left. You’re not you anymore. How do I know who you are?”
Jeanie dealt out the next round of cards. He quickly peaked at his face down card and then bounced his nails upon the table. So Jeanie slid him another card. He looked at it and then peaked at his face down card again. He bit his bottom lip. Then he shook his hands in front of him. Jeanie flipped her cards. She had 19 points. He flipped his card. He had 20. He grinned and slid his cards into the pile of used cards that they’d been building up.
Jeanie looked around the room. She couldn’t look at him. She couldn’t answer him. She didn’t know what to say. She dropped her eyes back into her lap. “We haven’t played the Vegasian cards in a long time. You didn’t want to play.”
He stood up. Pulled a table over and made sure that he had a chair on the other side. He sat down and smiled. Jeanie was trying so hard not to look at him, not to meet his eyes. But she could still see him out of the corner of her eyes. He started bouncing his claws on the table.
Jeanie pulls out the Vegasian cards and very carefully begins to shuffle the deck in front of her. She starts dealing out a game of Black Jack.