Knights Apocalyptica

Chapter 26: Cut

Chapter 26: Cut

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- Notice Of Class Action Settlement: Vortex Industries V. John Truce (2102, 2nd Era)

Erec explained to Garin quickly that Boldwick had summoned him to his office. Was it because of his swing on his brother? Did Bedwyr stop lying? Or about how he fought against the monster? Perhaps something else entirely? The man had staked his name on getting Erec into the Academy, and Erec was playing a careful game to try not to reveal any of his fears.

After mulling it over, Garin shrugged and wished him good luck.

The trip through the halls of the Verdant Oak quarters was pleasant as always; the living atmosphere of the place grew quite quick on the soul. Though the note said an hour, he didn’t know how long Gwen had taken to deliver it. And since he was still new to this place, Erec had no clue where Boldwick’s office lay. Certainly somewhere down the central hall—but as he peeked into room after room, it became an increasingly annoying task.

But there was no one to ask. The typical assortment of wandering Knights were still in the field cleaning up after battle and war, leaving Erec to his own devices.

At least the beauty of the rooms kept the panic from growing too much. He came across one room with an artificial lighting spell leading to a floor of thyme and lavender that flushed a pleasant scent with the door open. Another was a thought-provoking display of animal prints and wasteland photography. Once courses started, which of these would he become a regular in? What sort of lessons would he be taught?

That was if this talent didn’t lead him to a grave mistake.

“You lied to me,” Erec said as he roamed the halls—eyes still scanning for where Boldwick’s office might be. If he were a Master Knight with a high enough rank to snatch whatever room he wanted—where would he make his office?

[Query. I stated that if you threw a tantrum once more, I’d put you in time out. I attempted to. The attempt failed. My data regarding the sedatives didn’t account for the unprecedented response of the anomalous energy to further ramp up adrenaline and testosterone production. Now that this information is known further tests may be conducted to devise an effective solution.]

“We both know you’re avoiding what I mean. You waited, VAL. If you had used it earlier—“

[You’d rather I administer a sedative while surrounded by hostiles and as your allies were under direct assault? I thought it more prudent to gather data and not risk my employee. OSHA would disapprove of such an act.]

Fuck. VAL had a point. And Erec knew that before getting into this conversation. Letting him rampage also allowed him to slay the ooze harassing Garin and Olivia. But he wanted someone to be angry at. If he couldn’t get mad at VAL—what was he left with? Himself? The Goddess for this double-edged talent?

“I apologize. Given the circumstance, you tried to follow my demands while keeping me and the people I care about safe. I’m just—it’s frustrating. I’ve gotten so far, and this thing—this talent might take that away? Was Bedwyr right? He’d never struggle like this; he’s never struggled like I have.”

[Are you familiar with the scientific method?]

“Uh. Somewhat, I mean—“

[Observe and question. Then research. Form a hypothesis based on the research. Devise experimentation and test. Once you’ve gathered data, analyze it. Draw conclusions from the analysis. Then the cycle repeats, countless iterations until you’ve achieved a satisfactory conclusion for a research topic. Query. Do you realize why I state this?]

Erec shook his head slowly. It was impossible to say.

[Conclusion. Each cycle brings research closer until, eventually, results are achieved. It is not the failed hypotheses that matter, but the exhaustive and detail-orientated process that provides evidence to answer the conclusion. Science is repetitive, grueling, and detail-oriented. Yet it is more potent than anything else humanity has devised.]

He let the message sink in, aware of what VAL was trying to goad him into doing. He’d observed this talent, and the next step was finding more information. From there, he could form a hypothesis on how to use it best. Experiment. And then test.

Or, maybe, VAL was trying to distract from its failure to sedate him and there wasn’t a subtle message in there anywhere.

Either way, Erec’s resolve firmed once more. There wasn’t a point in concluding Fury was a death sentence to his Knighthood when he lacked all of the facts.

Eventually, Erec found the door to Boldwick’s office.

A firm wooden plank door, very much something you might see in history books from the 2nd Era—left half open and spreading into a room with a hide pelt rug in the center.

The first thing to draw Erec’s eyes inside was the bookshelf. Packed to the absolute brim and spilling past that with old texts, many marked with slips of paper shoved in every which way and direction.

Boldwick sat at a simple wooden desk, his wild hair tied back, several open books laid out in front of him. All of them were recent texts, and from his angle, as he approached, Erec saw that they primarily detailed research about Rifts and the behavior of creatures spawning from them.

As he closed the distance to the desk, Boldwick folded a page of the tome directly in front of him, then closed it. He nodded toward the door, the message fairly straightforward even without words.

Close it.

Erec complied, turning around and doing so before returning to the desk.

There was a single chair in the room, and Boldwick was sitting in it. Either Boldwick wasn’t used to visitors or didn’t care to provide chairs for them. So, instead, Erec awkwardly stood in front of the Master Knight. Boldwick leaned back in his chair and examined him.

“Well?” Boldwick asked, slipping into a relaxed position with two hands behind his head and kicking a foot up on the desk. “What the hell happened today?”

Erec thought about lying. Thought about maybe trying to solve his problems alone with VAL. Even now, he wrestled with the unfounded fear that revealing his problem might get him thrown out of the Academy. But it was short sighted, and a path that would lead to failure.

“My Divine Talent Ignited.”

There was a heavy silence. Boldwick broke it with a snort. “Thought as much. Could tell you weren’t acting within a normal realm for your power from the moment you bashed in that brat’s face. Some kind of enhancer?”

“It was called Fury.”

“Fury—fury…” Boldwick glanced up at the ceiling. “Well, nope. Can’t think of any records with that one written down. Not all talents are unique. But the names are usually partial giveaways—in this case, I’m guessing it’s what's on the label. Makes you angry?”

“I swung at Bedwyr without being able to stop myself,” Erec admitted. Even if it labeled him as dangerous, it was better to get ahead of it. The way Boldwick seemed relaxed and calm was reassuring.

This time his eyes snapped back to Erec. “It made you hit him?”

“…Yes?” Erec asked. If it’d been Garin, would he have? His head leaned toward yes, even if his heart refused to agree.

“Well, that’s not great. So it makes you a loose cannon, a danger to enemies, allies, and probably yourself. But I guess we don’t know the last one for sure, yet.”

“Yet?”

“Where do you think you are?” Boldwick barked out a small laugh.

“The Academy.”

“And what do you think we do here? Teach our Knights how to do fancy arithmetic and which fork to use at a high-class dinner party?”

Erec’s cheeks burned. He was, in fact, confident that those types of courses existed here. He’d heard tales of it from Garin long before signing up; there were a lot of things that made many different types of Knights. Boldwick must have seen that thought on his face.

“Not in this Order, not you, at the very least. I got you in here, put my name out there because I saw it—“ his finger jabbed toward Erec. “That little bit of a spark. That raw instinct. There’s a fighter in you, a survivor. The sort of type that I can turn into a little scavenger and send running across the wastes to get me information; and trust to come back to me in one piece after fending off against all the nasty beasts out there that want to eat you alive.”

“I—thank you.” Erec bowed his head slightly. Boldwick’s certainty in him was humbling—

“Plus, I liked how you beat that brat’s face who back talked me.”

—maybe he was a little unhinged. But still, Erec was grateful. “I’ll do my best to live up to your expectations.”

“Don’t be grateful, and don’t make that promise to me; you haven’t even glimpsed my expectations for you. I’m going to make you bleed, sweat, and probably cry. And only then, after all that, after I’ve turned you into a living weapon and tool for this Order, do you get to thank me.” Boldwick leaned back in his chair again and sighed. “All of you damn initiates, get all worked up before you’ve put in the time. This is deadly, it’s hard, and it’s shit work. You won’t be a hero if you do it right, you probably won’t even be thanked.”

Erec slipped into silence, unsure of how to respond to that. Boldwick muttered a couple curses under his breath before settling his gaze on Erec.

“How are you going to deal with your problem?” he asked.

“I’ll control my emotions,” Erec said back.

“Wrong.” Boldwick shook his head. “You learn how to use them properly. If you swing around a sword by the blade, you’ll get cut. But if you jab it into something while holding the handle, you’ll stab the monster dead. After your exam I’ll see to getting you into a special talent development course with a couple of the other early bloomers. Damn funding change has made it harder to devote the time, but given your talent, it’ll be easy to argue it as essential for your training. Dismissed.” At that, Boldwick whipped the book back open and began to pore over the words.

[Procure one of those books.] VAL commanded.

Erec instead left. He owed Garin an apology and an explanation.