FIVE
Ganja
I notice little fires lit here and there on the ground amid the milling crowd, and several more hissing fireballs are hurled toward the giant toadstool. In response several hulking fellows in black hoodies run into view from atop the toadstool, a few leaping down while the rest remain on top and begin stomping and batting out the sputtering flames wherever a fireball has landed. The largest of the newcomers, a barrel-chested Nordic guy, runs right past us to the little fire behind us from whence the first fireball had been hurled and grapples with the hurler. He simply clamps the guys collar with one brawny hand and slaps the living shit out of him with the other, leaving the poor firehurler reeling and dazed.
"Hey wut up Tatte87." O greets the stranger, who is as large and imposing as himself, and whose spikey black tattoos spill around the edges of his black hoodie. They knuckle bump in silent greeting. It's like a pair of hams slamming together.
"Damn E D!" Tatte curses, his steely eyes taking in the surging crowd with distaste. They're growing increasingly unruly as the afternoon light wanes and I can now hear arguing and name-calling all around.
"What's E D mean?"I ask.
The newcomer thinks for a moment and scratches his head, then shrugs. "Hell if I can remember, it's just E D. This is what they do - they argue all night about bullshit and slander each other all to hell, and talk on and on and on about all this weird philosophical crap. Damn shroomheads are trippin balls - they think they're at Flaming Man." Another volley of fireballs arcs up onto the massive toadstool and again the security team rush to put them out before any damage is done. "All you gotta do is slap the shit out of em - disorients em and they forget what they were doing and just wander around drooling. Just fuckin glad it isn't R/S!"
O cuts in: "Hey Tatte, you're actually just the guy I was hoping to run into. I gotta talk to Taki."
"What is your business with the Oracle?" asks the hulking Nordic looking fellow.
"We got some questions for him. Very important ones. Important for all of us in fact."
This seems to satisfy the northerner, who extends both thick hands and helps us up onto the spongey unsteady surface. It's like walking on a memory foam mattress. With a colorful psychedelic bedspread. The thing is as big around as a house, and sinks in a little toward the center. As we approach, the strange figure there comes into view - long segmented wormlike body of medium blue with a human head sporting a shaggy sort of light brown afro. He's wearing freaky spectacle-style shades in ever-shifting rainbow metallics and sitting in a worn old recliner. And sitting in front of him is the biggest hookah I've ever seen, sprouting hoses all over and with a decorative ceramic bowl you could eat cereal out of - mounded high with heaping dried vegetable matter and glowing cheerily orange. We sit in two of the empty chairs arranged in a circle surrounding the hookah - chairs seemingly taken at random from a salvation army store. I now notice a pair of spindly human arms emerging from the wormbody which offer us each a hose.
"Ganja dudes." Says the caterpillar fellow, a cloud of thick aromatic smoke wafting around his head like a swirling fogbank. It seems to be a greeting, so we both return it and accept the offered hoses. There's a moment of silence while we fill our lungs with some very potent smoke, during which I notice a flurry of graceful swirling movement in the middle distance - in fact right at the spot where O had first introduced me to Muffin. A strikingly beautiful young woman in an amazingly layered burnt-orange and green satin Gypsy dress is dancing and whirling toward the disabled Gogglebot spider. This seems very odd to me but nobody else seems to notice. A very pleasant warm buzzing starts to suffuse my head.
Finishing his hit, O begins:
"Taki, something passing strange is going on. We need answers."
"Coo'. All is passing strange, aint it? And answers are less important than questions. Fire away dudes."
"First, what is the true nature of this existence we're in? I don't think it's the one we're supposed to be in. Second, certain words and ideas have been deleted from our minds - all of our minds. What are they, and why? And how would be nice too. Also who."
"Damn O! Fuckin investigative reporter and shit!" Ganjataki lets out a snorting choking laugh that releases a series of new clouds around his head. He begins another huge hit on the hooka. While we wait I nudge O and motion toward the Gypsy dancer who is now seated next to the disabled spider robot on the maroon toadstool where I first saw Muffin sitting. Her tuffin. If it can be called that when she's not sitting on it, which is entirely beyond my reckoning. She's tinkering with the robot. But even as O turns his head she vanishes, and the spiderbot along with her.
Taki suddenly leans toward me and lowers the reflective rainbow shades onto his nose, his rainbow-shifting eyes drilling into my head with an incredible intensity, but seeming unfocused all the same. "The unasked question is the most important. The Vanishing Woman. The Spider Princess. Beware her most of all. She weaves the deadliest magick. You must find the center of her web to unravel all these mysteries. That is all I can say. It's too much already, but yet not nearly enough. Now fuck off dickheads. Quit bogartin' all my stash."
With that the strange caterpillar man starts giggling insanely and building a thick cloud all around himself like a cocoon. And Tatte and several of his security henchmen appear, obviously coming to remove us forcibly if necessary. We stand up and start to walk away, but just as we do I notice the worm-man's spindly arms fiddling with something buried in his left armpit - a zipper. He slides it down, opening what I now see is a sleeping bag, and thus revealing the secret of his strange segmented body. He's just a dude. A stoner. In a sleeping bag.
Tatte takes hold of O's upper arms and begins to escort him to the edge, and a burly henchman does the same for me. But O calls back toward Taki, who is now all but invisible inside his thickening cloud cocoon. "Who is the Spider Princess? How do we find her?"
A flurry of sharp coughs emerges from the cloud, causing a quickening of the swirls right in the front where Taki's mouth must be. "Dude! Come on man! GTFO. I don't know shit but what I told you man. Damn, I'm comin down hard. Need some Dorintoes and Sally-Qs and Orange Squirt."
We drop down to solid ground again. The crowd has largely dispersed with the falling of ultramarine semi-darkness. A few small fires still burn weakly here and there, and the few clusters of people remaining have become very quiescent. O is tense, jaw tight and head hung down in angry concentration. He slams a fist into this palm. "Dammit!!! He didn't tell us shit man!! Vanishing woman?! What the hell does all that crap mean?"
"Uhm... I was trying to show you... a Gypsy dancer. She did something to that spiderbot, and then she disappeared, and took it with her."
Tatte leans down and "Psssts" us quietly. Apparently so Ganja his boss can't hear. "She's SaffronAxe. Nobody ever sees her for more than a few seconds, then she disappears. Happens all the time." Then he withdraws his blonde head.
Just then a commotion breaks out in the crowd. People step aside as something moves through. Something too small to see, but it makes a very familiar jinglebell sound. O's eyes widen and he grabs me by the arm, pulls me with him as he steps behind a cluster of nearby toadstools slightly taller than us. "Shit!! It's too late!! Neener is here! Whatever you do, don't let her see you."
The strange little white dog that led me into all this suddenly bursts from the crowd, drifting smoothly a few inches off the ground and working its little legs comically. The pleasant buzz that began when I hit off Ganjataki's hookah is rapidly escalating now to something more like a tornado in my head, making me all confused and disoriented. I can feel my pulsebeat pounding in my head and its rhythm seems to make everything jump and vibrate in my field of vision. I recognize the signs - I'm about to black out.
Now something larger is moving through the crowd - making it part much wider. As colorless dots mount in my vision I can make out a tall slender woman of immense majesty and statuesque form, her head and shoulders visible above the people surrounding her and gliding forward smoothly as if she's standing on a moving platform of some kind. Where she moves she's surrounded by a stunned hush.
Her little dog spins around three times in a clear area next to the toadstool cluster where O and I are hiding, and suddenly from out of the crowd springs a scroungy little white mongerel mutt whose hair is all plastered down with something crusty and white. It leaps onto Neener's softly glowing white dog and bears it down to the ground under its weight, mounts it and starts humping for all its worth. The poor little thing turns its head toward me, beady black eyes nearly bulging out of its skull as it yelps and yips helplessly. O's arm shoots out and expertly grabs the scroungy white-caked mutt by the scruff of its neck and snatches it off her back, withdraws back into the cluster of toadstools.
"Damn!! What have we here?!" he asks, holding the mutt up and looking into its big brown puppy-dog eyes, which look immensely sad. Its muzzle opens and a strange growling animalistic speech comes out.
"Naughty Knight. Let me hammer the bitch. Get my revenge. Her black mistress did this to me! Drag that shiny balloon animal through the mud. Like me, through the salt of the sea. The salt of all my uncried tears."
"WTF!?! ScurvySeaMutt??!! Is that YOU??!! I'd recognize those immensely sad puppydog eyes anywhere! What the hell happened to you man?"
"It was Neener. I made the mistake of loving her. I love everyone, but I hate them all too. I watched Neener at her bath in the waterfall under the acacia groves with her handmaidens laving her ivory body, and I saw her in all her naked glory. I was transfixed to the spot - unable to turn away because I was stricken to the core by her supernatural beauty. For that crime she called me dog, and dog she made me. But that was not enough. She fixed chains to my collar and chained me to an ivory ship and dragged me through the depths of the sea till I emerged caked with all its salts. Let me drill that proud little bitch of hers into the dirt. All I want now is revenge."
"Sorry dude" O breathed. "That'd draw her attention right toward us. Now keep quiet - don't make me hafta muzzle you."
Now the Black Queen's coterie begins to emerge from the edge of the crowd. She's standing on a broad low platform that seems to float just over the ground. Pulling it is a team of 8 pure white stallions of immense size led by 8 massive white wolves tall as a man, and arrayed on her shoulders a pair of jet black ravens that blend with the blackness of her elaborately coiffed hair. Her statuesque ivory form is wrapped in a long white toga draped like something from a Roman sculpture and her hair is worked with fine silver filigree and studded with gems. Walking behind the platform is a pair of ornately rigged white elephants with elaborately carved tusks.
"Loving her was their only crime." growled the salt-crusted dog still hanging by his scruff from O's brawny fist. At least O had turned him so he could see what was going on. And it dawned on me - the wolves, ravens and horses and elephants... all had once been human. Transformed by her magicks as ScurvySeaMutt had been.
"It's what she does." O hissed through clenched teeth. "Turns them into her slaves. And that's the ones she likes. Her lovers. The rest she turns into poor dumb brutes like Scurvy here and lets them fend for themselves. Or lets her ravens and wolves hunt them."
And with that one of the ravens lifts powerfully and silently from her ivory shoulder and pinions directly toward us. There's something terrifying about its sense of absolute purpose, the intelligence in its black eyes. But not nearly as terrifying as the look the Black Queen fixes on us a second later as her aquiline head follows her raven's flight. Her eyes are solid black orbs like her dogs eyes, like the eyes of the shroomheads all around us. She waves a hand at the cluster of toadstools behind which we crouch and they suddenly grow at incredible speed, as if in one of those speeded-up iTube clips shot in time lapse. They balloon up ridiculously, then begin to shrink rapidly and fall instantly into rotting piles of brown pulp that just as rapidly disappear, absorbed into the ground. It's all very Freudian.
Now the other raven and the wolves all come at us. The white wolves, as tall as a man, form a ring around us and bare gleaming fangs as long as my pinkie finger. The two ravens grasp ScurvySeaMutt by his collar and lift him, bear him bodily to the ground before the Black Queen's floating platform and deposit him there, trembling and whimpering in terror. They land and take up positions flanking him in case he tries anything. O's jaws are clenching and unclenching rhythmically as beads of sweat run down his face. He seems frozen to the spot with terror.
Her obsidian eyes are locked on O's now. "My little wiggly piggly." she intones. His eyes now bulge from his head and he begins to tremble all over. And her head snaps forward suddenly, viciously, eyes slitted teeth gritted and lips drawn back in a horrible grimace to hurl the curse.
"Neener Neener!" she shrieks, sounding like a bird of prey screaming its inhuman rage and hatred. And before my eyes O transforms into a squealing pink pig. His clothing and weaponry transforms with him, shrinking to fit. Even the little black shades still fit him. He grunts and screams his displeasure but the ring of immense white wolves keeps him from running.
And then her eyes turn on me. "And what have we here, tagging along? You're new, aren't you. I haven't seen you before." She makes a pretty little moue as she considers what to do with me. But I hardly notice because the rising tide of unconsciousness that began with Ganjataki's powerful weed is swelling to uncontrollable proportions and making everything seem far away now - so far away...
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