Welcome to the z chapters, featuring.... Remy!
Remy spread his wings, playing with his phone and sipping on his Starbucks frappe. He usually didn't have time to indulge in coffee, so this moment or rest was well appreciated. As one of a handful of guardians responsible for sleep he spent most of his time rushing about, making sure that the humans slept proper.
The number of rest guardians had risen suspiciously these past few years. He had been responsible for training two himself. The number of rest guardians had risen from ten to thirty, and the new recruits where certainly doing thier jobs. This is why Remy had the time to purchase a phone and develop a love of Starbucks.
Of course his moment of peace was soon ruined.
"Remy." Another guardian came to him, alighting softly on the cloud next to him as he folded his Gray wings behind him.
"Was up, girl?" Remy replied, barely glancing up.
"The assigners requested your presence," he said. Remy glanced up and the messenger. He looked serious.
"K, I'll be there," He said, putting his phone away and flapping to his feet with his soft white wings.
"I'm to escort you to the entrance," The messanger said.
"Clingy much? Whatever let's get out of here," he said taking flight to the assigners office. The messanger followed behind, stopping at the entrance when Remy went in.
Remy was nervous. The assigners assigned guardians to significant humans on occasion, but mostly they all chose who they protected. Only a few guardians had stable jobs, and Remy was one. But protecting a mortal paid well if you did it well enough.
"Emanuel," a hooded assigner stated as he entered a dark, scone light, circular chamber.
"That's me," he said, sitting in the only available chair.
"The Lord has spoken, listen to what he has to say," another stated, directing his attention to an assigner, hood down and eyes glowing a soft pale yellow.
"The rest giver, the youngest of the ten," the assigneer's mouth moved, speeking not with his voice, but a voice Remy distantly recognised as The Lord's. "Emanuel. Remy, I have an important assignment for you. There is one beyond my sight, whose well being I wish to ensure. I have reason to believe he is risen."
"Oh wow," Remy said, sipping quietly on the coffee afterwards.
"I know not what he looks like, nor where he is. I remember where he went. This assignment is a challenge, but one that I know you are the most prepared for. Do you accept?" The Lord spoke. Remy thought for a moment. Was this the cause of more rest givers? Why him? What made him the best guardian for the job?
"My Lord, if I may, why me? A rest giver? I've never been a protector, and freelance work isn't really my style..." He said, finishing up his Starbucks.
"This case, I know, is best to give a rest giver. You know sleep, and that is closely tied to the person. They must learn to dream before they can wake. They must learn to sleep before they may dream. You can help with that in ways others cannot. Do you accept?"
"I..." He paused. He would admit, being a rest giver got boring after he'd been doing it for so long. This was new, and exciting. "Yes My Lord, I accept."
"Good. My assigners have the details. You have time to get you affairs in order before you set off. There are people here to help you. Good luck, Emanuel." The Lord said fading slowly from the assigner.
"Thank you, My lord," Remy said.
"And Emanuel? Do not neglect to dream," The Lord said, fading from the assigner. There was a moment of silence before they where offered water, and drank greedily. The assigner coughed, before leaving the room, pulling the hood of the cloak up. Remy glanced at the assigners, putting his empty cup on the on the table. The assigners pulled papers onto the table, opening folders and pushing thing onto the table.
"Emanuel, you will venture to Pagan springs, and search the woods. You will look for the one whose name begins with a "v". This is the individual The Lord spoke of. You will guard him. Before that you will be training with Gaberial," one assigner spoke
"The morning star?" He asked.
"The current morning star, yes. Your underlings will take up your duties, while you work on the case. The pay, is hefty," another said.
"5 times your current net worth," said another.
"Gurl..." Remy said in disbelief. He was already very well off, this could easily make him as rich as Gaberial himself.
"You will be provided with the vast majority of what you will require in order to live as a human convincingly, and you will be taught everything you need to know," the first said.
"When do I leave out?" He asked.
"We have a month. You start training immediately. Go to the back entrance, there Gaberial awaits with a messenger. Tell them you have accepted, and follow Gaberial from there. These papers will be delivered to your apartment, you will review them later," said the second.
"Gaberial will guide you through much of the process," the third said.
"Only engage with those relevant to your assignment. You will most likely have little trouble with them. There is normally no point in socialising," said the last. One of them, Remy lost track of which, ushered him out. He left, heading to the back entrance. There stood Gaberial, handsome and ethereal with the largest and most silver wings Remy had ever seen. The messanger stood with him, both looking to him expectantly.
"I- I've accepted." He said. The messanger flew off, and Gaberial smirked.
"Come on then, youngling, you've got a lot to learn," he said, taking flight. Remy followed, following the guardian as best as he could. Gaberial was naturally very fast, and while Remy was too, Gaberial's wings where easily five times the size of his.
They alighted on large marble steps, leading to a building that Remy had previously no cause to enter.
"The equipment building for high rank missions. This place has basically anything and everything you could need or have want for." Gaberial said, walking to the entrance.
"Starbucks?" Remy said, following.
"I mean, yes? That's normally not the first thing people come up with, but there's all forms of currency so there's gift cards for that," Gabriel said. "But first things first, to the east wing, housing division."
"Welcome to the housing division, morning star Gaberial! What can I do for you?" Said a young, pepy gaurdian. She ignored Remy, focusing on Gaberial.
"Thank you, Mary. This is Emanuel, we need to select mobile housing for his upcoming mission," Gaberial said, motioning at Remy. The attendants face fell slightly before she pulled out some paperwork and pens.
"What rank of importance was he assigned? I can get him a rank 10, but any lower than that and you need another building." She said.
"Rank one, we're looking at rank one housing," Gaberial said. Remy, despite being surprised about the rank was smug with her disbelief.
"You almost had me there Gaberial! They don't give anyone but you the rank ones, everyone here knows that," she laughed. "But no, for real, what's his importance rank?" Gaberial said nothing, but pulled out a rank card, it had a photo of Remy, some information, and on the back and the front where both the number one, showing the rank.
"I see, my apologies, morning star Gaberial," she said, filling out some of her paperwork with the card. She hurridly picked up all her papers before leading them down a hall. Gaberial passed the card to Remy, who put it in his pocket to look at later.
"We have a somewhat narrow variety of Rank one apartments, but they are highly functional," she began. "They all have dimensional capacity, item summoning, storage for centuries! Will you be needing a filling cabinet?"
Gaberial raised an eyebrow at Remy.
"Uh... Yeah that'd be cool, or whatever," Remy said.
"We'll make sure you have that. All of out styles are fully stocked, and self cleaning. Let's take a look at modle 1A," she said. They went from apartment to appartment, the attendent giving a brief tour of each. Remy settled on 1D, a clean and creamy apartment that had lower lightning and the fluffiest furniture. It felt similar to the rest givers headquarters.
"Now that we've got that settled, onto the wardrobe department!" Gaberial said. They walked over to the west wing. They passed through large double doors, into a seemingly never-ending warehouse of clothing.
"Oh my gursh," Remy said.
"Hello, Hello!" Out came a young gaurdian, a measuring tape around his shoulders, and scraps of fabric pooring from his pockets. "Welcome to wardrobe! Do you know the duration of your earthy venture?"
"Lengthy, possibly eternal," Gaberial said. "Emanuel here's just been given a high rank assignment, and he'll need a bit of everything."
"Of course! Let me just get some measurements here, find your size, and we'll talk about style in a jiffy!" The gaurdian said, pulling off the tape measure and going to work. Remy's style as it turns out was "sleepy teenage rebellion" as the gaurdian put it. He chose comfortable clothes in mainly blacks, prefering fluffy jackets, soft skinny jeans, and thin shirts that where just as much nightwear as they where daywear.
"You'll definitely be getting a lot of these, but I'll also include a bit of everything! Until you file your final report we'll keep the wardrobe updated for you. Stop on by every once and a while so I can update your measurements."
"Dope," Remy said. still letting his eyes wander over the assortment of clothes. Gabriel pulled him to the next section, the kitchens. The gaurdian there was plump and joyous. He shoved bite sized sample after sample at Remy while another guardian, probably an intern, kept trying to handle paperwork. He found that all the food was delicious, but he definitely had a bit of a sweet tooth. Gabriel pulled him to another side of the building after he complained about getting fat for the fifth time.
"We're heading to the currency section. We don't know exactly where you'll be, so we're gonna fill your wallet when we get it from the dressing department. Right now, we're talking monetary systems and spending." He dragged Remy to a room.
The currency guardian was large and grayed. He was looking older than any guardian, but he tuaght Remy about money with all the youth and vigour of a teen. Remy knew that he was amounghts the 100 oldest guardians, and that this guardian wasn't, but the way he talked and carried himself planted doubt into thousands of years of certainty. He left there will more knowledge about human currency than he thought was possible and a minor exsitantal crisis.
"He was just, too old!" Remy said.
"He's barely even 4,000 years old," Gabriel replied, walking with purpose.
"I know but he's just, like. Really old."
"You're more than twice his age!"
"Girl, I wear it better."
"It doesn't matter. We're approaching the armory," Gabriel lead him in. The walls where glistening with the metallic light of thought of weapons. Wooden weapons and other unique weapons where on smaller racks throughout the room and sheilds hung from wooden rafters, filtering the outdoor light that served at the only source of light. In the center of it all, on a pile of sheilds sat a small guardian, half Remy's height, polishing a knife. Gabriel walked quietly towards her, stopping within her feild of vision, not speaking. Remy followed, eying up and down the shelves and walls.
There was a lot to take in.
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