Blessed by Night

338  A WTF Kind of Power

"Hi, sweetie! You look so pretty!"

Serana looked down from her hellish mount for the source of that oh-so sweet and familiar voice.

She found a woman whom she definitely didn't recognize waving at her happily.

It seemed like the slightest movement was going to be enough to cause the breasts that subsisted her in infancy to spill out in front of everyone.

But none of that was as concerning to Serana as…

"All the shit you gave me for getting my bellybutton pierced and you turned yourself into a chipotle bag the minute that I wasn't looking?? It's only been two days for you, woman!"

Sei huffed. "Y-You know I didn't do this to myself, I hate needles! It's apart of my power now I guess!"

"Your new genetics came with a boob job and liposuction?!"

"S-Stop commenting on my body, I didn't raise you like that! You could have at least said something about my hair first!"

"Well your hair wasn't really that surprising, Mama. I mean isn't it time for you to start getting a little bit of… gray?" Serana's voice only became smaller and smaller as she looked at her mother's face.

She knew that she was wrong. She knew that she should stop herself.

And yet her words just kept coming like a tidal wave. She was absolutely powerless to stop them.

Sei's face turned so red that it mirrored a ripe cherry.

"Y-You.. you…!"

Sei's hand unconsciously went to her arm and her eyes took on an odd silver glow.

She made a throwing gesture and 'something' left her body and traveled through the air.

The most unbelievable thing in the world happened.

A very familiar man who was well known in American history appeared flying through the air. In his hand he held an equally familiar bag of cheesy tortilla chips.

He spoke in a deep southern dialect that would have been instantly recognizable to anyone who made it through elementary level history.

"I had a dream… that one day little pink haired Japanese girls wouldn't give their mothers so much SASS!" *Whap!*

"Oww!"

The apparition swatted Serana over the head with his bag of chips.

He then flipped through the air and landed in front of the crowd of slack jawed men and women.

As he stood up, it was 100% clear who this was supposed to be. Everything from the voice, to the appearance, to the natural cadence was all perfect.

"I also have a dream… that one day we will all eat freely from the bag of prosperity, as one people underneath almighty God."

The apparition held out his bag of chips for the room to share, but needless to say, everyone was too stunned to take them.

Their jaws were wide open. Their faces aghast.

The only one who didn't know what had just happened was Nadine. She wasn't even originally from this planet.

A moment of true togetherness was indeed created when everyone in the medbay turned to stare at Sei like she'd just… well, like she'd just resurrected a famous civil rights hero to chastise her daughter.

Malachi slowly turned around like a revolving door. He even took off his sunglasses.

"Baby… How did you just do that?"

Sei's face went from red with anger to pink with embarrassment. "R-Reflex..?"

"I don't think that answers my question for real…"

Sei only looked increasingly more embarrassed. "I-I told you, my tattoos are dreams. I guess I can store them in my skin and… pull them out when I need them??"

"Well who the hell had a dream about MLK wielding a bag of Doritos?!" Serana asked as she rubbed her head.

Sei turned to stare at Joanne, who was desperately trying to hide herself behind the cover of her large white wings. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

She could feel her family's gazes boring into her feathers like drills.

"…You guys know I like the history channel." She said quietly without revealing her face. "And I get really snack-ish late at night… so stop staring at me."

The Saint family continued to keep their gaze on her for a couple of more seconds before inevitably turning back to the bigger problem at hand, which was Sei.

Luna paid more attention to the artwork adorning her chest.

She hadn't really noticed at first, but now that she was taking her time… there was no mistaking it.

"This is mine… I had a dream I was in a field of spider lilies on the moon." She said in wonder.

Sei nodded, a faint smile hinging on her lips.

Dr. Wells especially would pick that apart in less than an hour.

19:07

It wasn't worth the trouble.  Nor was it a good way to build trust among his team.

"So… Everytime that we go to sleep now you're going to steal our dreams and wear them on your body?" Bianca asked in genuine curiosity.

"I… I honestly do not know." Sei shrugged.

Everything that she knew and had done so far was purely instinctual. She would need time, and a lot of it, to fully understand everything that she could do and if she had any limitations at all.

"Fret not, Mrs. Saint." Dr. Wells began filling out a new patient chart. "We'll sort out everything going on with each of you as quickly as we can."

He finished writing something down and turned to Malachi.

"But first, we're going to need that backstory you're holding on to. All of this… it's leaving the boundaries of what I can realistically explain with science."

"And where the hell did Serana get that murder horsey from?!" Another member asked.

"His name is Bagheera! Ain't he precious?" Serana gushed.

"If that thing comes near me I'm going to turn my pants into a chocolate fountain!"

"Aw."

The time had finally arrived.

Malachi replayed this moment over and over again in the car.

There wasn't really a good way to tell a part of the truth. He had to either tell these people everything, or give them a story rife with holes.

Dr. Wells especially would pick that apart in less than an hour.

It wasn't worth the trouble.  Nor was it a good way to build trust among his team.

So he had to be honest.

"For starters… the gods are gone. And they aren't going to be able to play games with our lives anymore. It's funny, I don't even know where I should begin." He laughed dryly.

"But I guess I should start with… the day I found an egg inside a dungeon."

By pure coincidence, it just so happened that at the moment Malachi was explaining everything that had happened on his end, the gods were finally convening to address the fact that their favorite means of pastime had been suddenly ripped away from them.

And unsurprisingly, they were… less than pleased.

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