idle hands are the devil's workshop Who: Ken and Open When: 8/17, evening Where: Le Chateau du Chaton What: Watching the news. Rating/Warning: PG
Ken let out a groan and slumped back against the couch. The news anchors had been discussing the economy for the past few minutes and Ken had hoped that they'd move onto the next topic soon. No such luck, though, because the studio had apparently gone to the trouble to bring an expert in for a special report. Which meant the lovely people of Calias would be treated to an "expert" opinion about how much the market sucked. It wasn't exactly the type of news Ken had been hoping for.
He knew he wasn't going to get any breaking leads about Esset in the nightly news and he knew that the think tank in Kritiker was always pulling overtime, but still, every effort counted. (Besides, he was pretty sure he had pulled a muscle the other day which meant working out wasn't an option.) Still, there was always the chance that something innocuous might just be the break they were looking for. The smart money said no to Zombie Apocalypse but a rash of unexplained disappearances was always a possibility.
It really didn't make sense, not that it ever did (or had.) Resurrection was some heavy duty science (or was it magic? something else altogether? whatever.) but it was stupid to kill someone just to bring them back to life. Ken still wasn't entirely convinced that Omi had been killed (and was having second thoughts about Farfarello) but even setting those matter aside, there still wasn't an explain the mysterious reappearances of the Esset elders and Tot. It just didn't make sense. That seemed to be one universal trait of Esset, being overly complicated. Not to mention secretive to the point of paranoia and sadistically psychopathic.
On the television, the report was finally wrapping up. (The international economy wasn't doing well so naturally that was bound to have repercussions. Well, no shit.) The news anchor squared off his papers and launched into the next topic-- celebrity scandals.
"Come on," Ken groaned. "Give me a fucking break."