They were at peace, for the time being. How much longer said peace would last was an unknown quantity that was causing Coda... well, a
certain degree of apprehension. As she was prone to do in times of great tension, she did what she always did when stressed the hell out about something: she
acted.
The blonde-haired woman rose to her feet, fussily brushing away non-existent dirt from the length of her skirt with a twitchy little flourish that clashed oddly with the grim atmosphere simmering in the air around their odd bunch. In the same motion, she reached up to slick her hair back— before remembering the mask and quickly retracting her hand, a mildly embarrassed flush staining her cheeks.
Spine straightening, Coda turned around to face the others. She unhurriedly removed her sunglasses from her eyes, pinching them with great delicacy between her thumb and forefinger. A pair of serpentine pupils darted from one person to the next, faintly illumined by a virulent glare of devilish red, betraying the high emotions she was, rather unfortunately,
still compelled to feel.
Her lips pursed together, twisting into a pouty moue of dissatisfaction. This team was
far from ideal, but it would have to suffice, for the time being. Besides, the only way to achieve
true perfection... was to put in the necessary effort. And as it so happened, Coda Nitai was
more than willing to put in the work.
“Gentlemen,” she said, then paused, amending for Nanaue, “—and, erm,
gentleshark. If I may.”
Individual conversations came to an abrupt halt, their little huddle in the woods falling eerily silent at her words. Mister Satan peered over at her, one eyebrow loftily raised. The two yakuza were suddenly quietened, as well, training their gazes upon her with an intimidating keenness. Nanaue paused mid-chew, and Zayin sat up a little straighter, offering her the full extent of his attention.
Coda, steeling herself against the piercing weight of all those eyes, suppressed the nearly overwhelming urge to gulp in nervousness. Instead, her chin lifted slightly, baring her throat, almost as if to say—
here I stand, unafraid and ready for whatever may come. Cross me, if you dare, but you will NOT live to regret it.
“My comrades... and I daresay adversaries,” Coda began, folding her arms behind her back and fixing them with a steely gaze. “We stand here at a crossroads, you and I. I shall
not lie to you and profess any false sense of camaraderie for every person here today, for I see that same thirst for victory in your eyes. Let us be honest; our allegiance is one of convenience and little else. Any one of you would as soon try to dispatch me as any other—
pest —on this island, if the opportunity arose. I can see it in your eyes, just as I see it in myself.”
She took a deep, steadying breath, her leering stare sweeping across the row of faces before her. Something almost like
challenge glimmered in her unnervingly reptilian eyes, a smirk twisting upon her lips as she began to pace back and forth, head bowed as if in deep contemplation.
“...
However. I also sense a…
profound shared trait between us all. Call it a warrior's spirit, a desire to be a champion for the people, or even simply an inherent...
protective instinct. The other fools on this island would have us turn against each other, scrounging like
dogs over whatever paltry scraps of power this event's organizers deign to throw to us. But I see things differently, and I believe you will as well, my respected allies, if you will listen for but a moment. We must...
recognize this bigger picture, or else we will almost certainly perish, hunted down to the last man by the infernal creatures skulking about this very island.”
The mere
mention of said creatures was enough to send shivers down the backs of every soul present. As one, all eyes strained to peek through the dim, shaded treeline from whence they had come. Wisp-like traces of ash and smoke were still visible at a distance, a faint odor of burning wafting through the air, stinging at their noses— the beast seemed to have lost their trail, but for how long? And would their luck hold out during their next fateful encounter?
Coda stifled a shudder, composing herself with a gentle clearing of her throat. It didn’t bear thinking about; she needed to focus on the here and now, nothing more.
“This creature… this
being that we have just barely escaped from— it sought to divide us by capitalizing on our anger, controlling our emotions, to sow chaos amongst us. Just as the very nature of this competition might seek to divide us and prevent any sort of alliance. But...
I say that we shall
not be so easily manipulated. Instead, we must
band together as one force, because
that is the only way we can survive.”
She broke off her frenzied exercise of pacing back and forth, spinning on her heel to face her rapt audience once more. Her golden-orange eyes flared ever brighter, an almost manic energy shivering through her frame.
“Now... have any of you seen...
The Matrix?”
A heavy silence hung in the air, the collective gaze of all present focused solely upon Coda, creating an almost tangible force crushing her soul beneath its weight. Her heart dropped like a boulder tumbling down a long flight of stairs (or into a volcanic pit), its echoing thuds resonating inside her stomach with every. Distinct. Impact.
Of course none of these OLD guys have seen that movie, what the hell were you thinking, Coda?! Coda cursed herself, contempt underlining every self-deprecating thought.
It’s like, a billion years old—
“Man dodge bullets!” King Shark blurted out suddenly, voice rumbling in the quiet. Coda’s gaze instantly snapped to him, a resplendent grin blooming upon her face.
“
Yes. That’s exactly right, Nanaue! Man dodge bullets,” Coda nodded encouragingly, before redirecting her attention to the others. “In the film, humans are kept sedated in the real world while their consciousnesses exist within a computer-generated dream called the Matrix. They serve as an energy source for the machines controlling this virtual dream. But once a person trapped within the dream becomes aware of the Matrix, and learns the truth... they are unplugged from it, and most importantly, they are
free. They can do
anything within this simulated world. Hence…”
“Man dodge bullets,” Nanaue finished the thought for her, nodding sagely.
Zayin hesitated, and then cautiously lifted a hand. “I'm afraid I'm still a little lost," he admitted, though he seemed quite apologetic about it.
But Coda merely smiled. She appeared to be in her element, a surprisingly
patient air about her now that things had quietened down.
“That's alright, Zayin. To tell you the truth, this metaphor might be getting away from me a little," she said with a sigh, shrugging a little. "But the point is... We need to
wake up to the reality of this event, and most importantly, we must
work together to do it. Dreamers can't escape the Matrix without getting unplugged first, right? And at present, as a single entity, we are unconquerable. Anyone on this island would do well to fear us! With cunning and intelligence, we
can make it out of this alive, and we’ll do it together. All I ask for... is a little faith, trust, and pixie dust!"
Mister Satan snorted, though it was clear some sort of machinations were in the works behind his eyes. "Alright, you've made your point. I gotta ask, though. What's that 'pixie dust' a metaphor for...?"
Bouncing girlishly up onto the balls of her feet, Coda grinned in a manner reminiscent of a Cheshire Cat. "Why, our weapons and show-stopping capabilities, of course! What else?"
Majima let out a surly
hmm as he shot a quick look over at Kiryu, who appeared to be in a trance-like state of stoic contemplation. He spun back towards Coda, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You're quite the little firecracker, ain't ya? Fine, have it your way! But don't forget who you're dealing with. Cross us, and I can
guarantee it'll end badly for you."
"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it!" Coda denied, flapping a hand in front of her face. "So, uh. We're all good, then?"
Kiryu, unfreezing from his moment of intense quietude, held his steely composure as he returned Coda's gaze. He slowly nodded his head. "Yes. We're good."
Coda has channeled her inner S.T.A.R.S. Captain (and her Social Master Skill!) to cajole Mister Satan, Kiryu and Majima into forging a long-term alliance. It's a risky play, but let's see how it works out for her!