This Occupy Wall Street thing, huh? Crazy, huh? A bunch of dumbasses (some of whom wear masks) making demands when they don't even know what their demands are, and another bunch of dumbasses brutally opposed to this first group taking the law into their own hands. It all seems marginally familiar somehow. And then there's me, not really choosing to take either side. Wow, I'm really forcing this metaphor, aren't I?
But really, Jacob's been pretty stressed about all this, since these protests affect him more or less directly. Or they would if the protesters decided why exactly they're sitting out there. They decide that they're all going to take up space on Wall Street to fight corruption, but when people finally say "okay, fine, what do you fucking want?" they just kind of go "um...we...don't want corporate greed." Oh. Okay. That's a noble cause. I can get behind that cause. Just one question--how the hell exactly do you go around changing that? "Hey, it'd be really nice if you people completely stopped loving money! Do that and we'll go away!"
But I'm not here to discuss politics and the economy, because I tend to make myself look like an idiot when I do. I'm here to talk about what's been going on the last few days. As usual, Poe and Nee-chan had their Saturday anime session. Only thing that makes this time notable is that Nee-chan brought Theta over for a visit.
Theta is...well, built like a bodybuilder isn't a good phrase, because while he's one of the most muscular people I've ever met, he's not really that stocky. Built more like a gymnast or a stuntman, I guess. Tall. Bald. Necklace of Theta symbols (θ) tattooed around his neck. He walked in and just sort of stood there, as if perfectly content to remain standing in one spot.
"Uh...hey," I said. "I'm The Messenger."
He looked at me and gave me a slight nod. "Theta." Notably deep voice.
"You...need some coffee or a glass of water or something?"
"You...wanna at least sit down?"
He gave another slow, slight nod. "Thank you."
I led him to the kitchen, sat down opposite him. Tried to talk to him some. Theta is...not a conversationalist.
"So, you're Nee-chan's partner, right? The two of you are Hunters, right? What exactly do you do?"
"Hunt." He said it in dead seriousness, though maybe with a hint of confusion, like he couldn't understand why I'd ask such a stupid question. Didn't bother asking him to elaborate.
"So where do you live, then? I know you don't live with Nee-chan."
"Fortunately. She accidentally killed her last partner. Living about half an hour away. Lived there with Helios until her partner killed him." He nodded over at Poe. I attempted to change the subject.
"So what exactly do you think of Nee-chan?"
"Nice girl. Dedicated. Good at her job." A pause. "Glad I'm not living with her." I chuckled a bit. He didn't. I stopped pretty quickly.
Theta didn't stay long. I'm kind of glad he didn't, as he's kind of got this intimidating presence. He rarely speaks, and when he's not speaking, he looks deep in thought. It worries me, not knowing what he's thinking about. Nee-chan left later, enthusiastically waving goodbye. Poe told me that I should watch with them next time, or at least pretend to watch. I might, but I'm not watching anything in Japanese. Nee-chan's going to have to understand that.
And of course, Big Brother decided to call me yesterday.
BB: Messenger! How nice to hear your voice again!
M: So Theta's big and silent and intimidating. Your point?
BB: Well of course you don't know what my point is. That's why I've called.
M: So what is it about Theta? So he's kind of creepy.
BB: I wouldn't go with "creepy." More along the lines of "heartless." Complements Nee-chan quite nicely, actually. Nee-chan's overly emotional. Wears her heart on her sleeve, so to speak. Theta? You can never quite tell what he's thinking, can you? Nee-chan's stupidly innocent and naive. Can't quite seem to grasp the consequences of her actions? And Theta? Theta understands, he just doesn't care. He doesn't have some convoluted sense of loyalty and duty like Screwtape. Doesn't second-guess himself like Caper. Doesn't really have a reason to be on the side he is like you or Poe. He's just here, doing Father's bidding. Try interviewing him. I'm sure that whenever you ask "why," he'll just answer "because."
M: So he's mysterious.
BB: Not mysterious. Emotionless. Heartless. Cruel. Very devoted to what he does. Practices a lot.
M: Practices killing people? Like down at the shooting range or something?
BB: Shooting--really, Mr. Funeral, you know how strict the gun laws are. No, Theta doesn't carry a gun.
M: Then how the hell do you practice something like that?
BB: Well, there are some particular people he views as...disposable, shall we say? People who aren't really people anymore? Can't really say yes or no either way?
M: Wait, what?
BB: Oh, wait, sorry, that's an uncomfortable subject for you, isn't it? Your girlfriend used to be one.
M: You know she's not my girlfriend.
BB: All but name, Messenger, all but name. But while we're on the subject of Miss Poe, why don't we talk about what she hasn't been telling you?
M: I don't know what you're talking about.
BB: Well of course you wouldn't know, she hasn't been telling you. You know her partner Screwtape, right?
M: Of course I do.
BB: Well he's a lot different than Caper. A lot more overbearing. If you had a mind to, you could probably call it harassment. It maybe is, considering how much he hates her. You see, he's not exactly too fond of "Father's dolls," as he calls them. Thinks that the "Chosen" are the people Father's choosing to build a better society. The "dolls," on the other hand, oh, they're being punished, because clearly they're the worst of the worst.
M: Sounds like you don't agree with his assessment.
BB: Maybe I don't. But maybe I do. I'm just trying to be neutral here. Let you form your own opinions. Chances are, he's must as right, if not moreso, than you. But anyway, can you see why he might have, shall we say...problems working with someone who he thinks deserves to be a brainwashed mindless slave working among the elite?
M: You're an asshole.
BB: You want the truth, don't you, Messi? I'm just giving you that inside scoop that reporters like you love so dearly.
M: I'm not a reporter, I'm a hacker.
BB: Really? Well, you had me fooled!
BB: Ah, ah, ah! I've got the conch shell yet, Messenger. I'm calling to let you know that...well, I'd like to meet you soon. Talk to you face-to-face. Would you prefer that?
M: Yes, I think I would prefer that.
BB: All right, then. I'll get back to you once I've made time in my busy schedule.
And here he hung up.
So. Looks like I'm finally going to be meeting Big Brother at some point in the future. Wish me luck.
-Don't Shoot The Messenger-