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Mall Rat -- with Minions!
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The Glenncannon Muses
Part 4 of 4

Note:  This one picks up immediately after Ketaki 017, but from
Kioko/Pixie's point of view.
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Pixie 001
---

Kioko settled on the grass and sighed.  "I don't think it's hit the
news, yet, but *we* have a serious problem."

Karen flinched at the bitterness in Kioko's words, then sighed.  "We
haven't done anything that serious, have we?"

"The shrine worked."

"Huh?!"

"In case you've forgotten, a properly evil mentor only tells her
minions what they need to know.  I got bit pretty bad by that, and
since all of you built the shrine and decided to be known by that
over-the-top name, you get to help me figure out what we do next."

"Oh.  Real bad, huh?"

"Well, Karen, no.  Carl and I came up with that shrine as a way for
him to get kids to open up about being used by pedos.  The way he
figured it, they'd feel like God had abandoned them, and since I work
for Satan, I'm tainted enough those kids would probably feel pretty
comfortable about asking me, uncle Bruce, or Satan, to intercede and
help them get revenge, or punish their abusers."

Karen sighed.  "You said it worked?  That's great, but what's the
problem?"

"Uncle Bruce is probably talking to the media about it, right now.  He
checked in this morning, got all the 'messages' from the kids who
prayed at my shrine, and called the police, before he called the kids
to let them know those pedos are going to be collected, and charged,
so they get punished here, instead of the usual slide the clergy
gets."

"Awesome!"

"Yeah.  Real awesome, because *I* get to show up in front of the media
as Pixie, and then make the right noises about how happy I am, and all
that.  Since this will be my first official appearance as 'The One
True Bitch From Hades', and I will be appropriately thankful that my
'Abject Minions' built a shrine to my nastiness, it is appropriate
that all of you will be present to receive your rewards for such
devotion, and all that other yadda-yadda.  We have less than three
hours, to design our wardrobe, and come up with a ceremony suitable
for the occasion.  Is the picture clear enough?"

"Too clear.  We should have seen it coming, even without the kids
praying for your intercession, right?"

Kioko sighed.  "Yes.  I've already used the creativity I collected on
the way here, to increase the potential so you guys have a chance of
coming up with something, in a real big hurry.  Once we get started,
I'll collect your creativity and feed it back to you, just like I did
when you designed the shrine.  We'll worry about branch shrines,
later."

Karen nodded.  "Another good point that we should have seen coming.
We're new to this stuff, but still..."  

She sighed and faced her friends.  "Ok, Minions.  We got bit, and this
gig got a little more serious than we wanted it to be.  We'll figure
out a way to praise Pixie for her evil deception, later.  Pixie first,
then we'll worry about clothing and the ceremonial stuff.  Kio?  You'd
better become Pixie."

Thirty minutes later, Pixie was festooned with battery powered
Christmas tree lights and trying to figure out some way to make people
take her seriously when she explained their symbolism.  It took her
only a couple of minutes to realize she was wasting her time, by
trying to figure out that symbolism on her own, so she sneezed to get
everyone's attention.

"You guys worry about the costumes and ceremonial stuff.  I gotta go
get some expert help.  I'll grab what they put out and feed it to you.
Don't panic if your creativity gets...  excessive."

"Excessive?"

"Yeah.  The experts I'll be consulting with are my dad and mothers."

She vanished, and everyone looked at each other, then focused on
Karen, who sighed.  "We've been warned.  Things are going to get
*insane*.   Lets relax and go with the flow."

About a minute later, all of their eyes widened, then they all
laughed...  Evilly.

Karen looked around.  "Right.  Lets see which ideas can be made to
work, the fastest."

* * *

Pixie appeared on the back lawn, put up with the giggles and laughter,
then stalked over and settled on her haunches before she dedicated one
head for each of her parents, so she could glare at them impartially.
"Yes, I know I look silly.  You three have about two hours to help me
find a way to make the lights symbolic, so when I am escorted by my
minions, they can hold back their giggles and laughter, while I
haughtily explain why I should be viewed with awe, for my...  whatever
we come up with."

She smiled grimly.  "Do your creative best, because I plan on sucking
all of it up and using it to enhance the creative field that now
surrounds my minions, so *they* have a reasonable hope of designing
suitably impressive ceremonial clothing for themselves."

Glenn laughed.  "White for purity, of course.  What sort of purity,
we'll figure out later."

"Myrto?  Red or yellow, to symbolize Hellfire?"

"Yellow for Hellfire.  Red should be blood.  Ketaki?"

"Blue for something cold.  The ice water her targets never get, or
perhaps the chill she sends through their hearts when she focuses her
gaze on them."

The eyes on Pixie's medallion opened.  "May I play this game, too,
Mistress?"

Pixie sneezed.  "Maybe.  No fire, Heinrich."

"A pity, but symbolism can be fun.  Put the battery pack for the
yellow lights behind me, then run the wire through my mouth, to make
it clear that I am the one who commands  the Hellfire for you.  If you
turn the lights on, I will be able to interfere with the electricity
in the wire, so I may turn the lights on, or off, at your command."

"Heinrich?"

"Ya, Mistress?"

"If all the light strings went through your mouth, would you be able
to control them individually?"

"Four, I could do, if you also put the wires through my eyes and
nose."

"We have five colors to work with.  We'll have to figure out which one
should be on all the time, or go with four."

"I have heard of four, Mistress, What color remains?"

"Green, Heinrich."

"Ah!  It is simple, My Mistress!  Leave the green on, and let it
symbolize how you always strive to encourage people to grow in
wisdom!"

"Thank you, Heinrich.  You are my first and truest Minion."

"Thank you, Mistress.  Do you need me, or may I go back to sleep and
dream of my future reward, for my service?"

"Go back to sleep and dream your dreams of your pretty fire,
Heinrich."

The skull's eyes closed, and Ketaki laughed.  "We know our symbolism,
and you have a way to turn the lights on or off at the appropriate
points in your speech, that hasn't been written yet.  What is left, is
to make what you wear, fashionable, instead of...  having it all look
like you just came in from being in a hurricane!"
====

Pixie 002
---

After the lights were rearranged to Ketaki's and Myrtoessa's
satisfaction, Pixie became Kioko, hugged each of her mothers, pecked
her father on one cheek, then vanished.

When she reappeared, she took the time to solemnly study her minions,
before she giggled.  "I see my minions have exceeded my expectations."

Karen nodded.  "The bathrobes fulfill the function of being ceremonial
robes, and they signify our unity of purpose.  We have two more
waiting for you.  We will use one for Pixie,  to hide you from view,
until you are ready to let us reveal the malevolent gaze of the two of
your heads that judge, or something like that, if you come up with
some patter that sounds better."

"So you want me to lie my heads on my back, or something like that?
The Medusa shtick.  I like it.  The construction paper hearts, with
flames on them?"

"So people may see that we have survived the trial by fire, and now
serve Satan."

Kioko studied her friends.  "A...  Lie?  None of you have sworn
yourselves."

Karen sighed.  "Yes, a lie, to hide the truth that in our hearts and
minds, we have sworn to serve you, not out of fear, but friendship."

Kioko finally nodded.  "Thank you, Karen.  We'll discuss it more,
later.  The skull masks?"

"Simple.  A way of saying you always see what is beneath the surface,
and living with that is a requirement for those who consort with you."

Kioko thought about it, then sighed and became Pixie.  "So, the theme
is 'Lies are used to hide the truth'.  It needs some work, but it's
enough to get us through today.  Garb me, then I will change back, we
will link hands, and go see what happens.  Oh.  Karen.  Don't forget
your laser pointer, and figure out a way to carry it up your sleeve."

"What will I need it for?"

"Some bad theater.  Karen, you will be my 'Chosen Hands in The World
of Mortals',  and use the pointer to select who may speak to me.  Keep
it ordinary.  'I choose you to speak', that sort of stuff, make it
sound like they are too beneath our regard, for you to waste time on
ceremony.  The rest of you will remain silent, to suit the seriousness
of the situation."

"You want me to be...  Haughty and disdainful, while I'm wearing my
bathrobe?!"

Pixie laughed.  "Haven't you stood in front of your mirror and
practiced being a Queen, while pretending it's a fancy gown?"

"You knew?!"

"Safe bet.  Do you know any girls who *haven't* done it?"

"Ummm...  No."

Karen gestured.  "Let's figure out the best way for Pixie to place her
heads, so she doesn't look like a side-humped camel, after we get her
robe on."

Eventually they settled on having her put one head on her shoulders,
while the other one crossed under her neck and held the edge of the
robe so it stayed tight, while they pinned the other side in place

The result was a hunch backed dog with broad shoulders and a deep
chest, and it was pronounced adequate, as a lie.

Pixie became Kioko, she put her robe on, decided she didn't want to
wear a skull mask, and then her friends surrounded her and linked
hands before Kioko touched the hand Karen offered her.  "Well, it will
either work, or be a spectacular failure.  I suppose the best part
will be that no matter what we say, folks are going to speculate about
what we *didn't* say, and do the rest of our work for us.  You guys
ready to go make some news, instead of watching it being made?"

They all nodded, so Kioko sighed.  "Thanks, and...  If it means
anything to any of you, I've already put in a request that all of you
be fast tracked, no matter who you eventually decide to work for."

Karen smiled.  "Thanks, Kio.  We're wasting time."

"Settling my nerves.  Ok.  Let's go make history."

They vanished.

* * *

She landed them behind Cerberus, then waited.

He and her brother turned to see what the media had focused on, then
he noded slightly.  "We haven't been waiting that long.  Glad you were
able to get here so quickly."

"Thank you, Master Cerberus.  My Minions did well, and I am pleased
with their work."

Carl walked over and held out his hand.  "Looking good, Sis.  These
folks got some questions I can't answer.  Like Uncle Bruce said, it's
good to see you and your minions."

She shook his hand, then let go and smiled before she became Pixie.
"Minion Karen.  These people are not familiar with my ways, so please
be patient with them."

"Yes, Mistress.  Do you wish them to see you in all your glory?"

"Yes."

Karen gestured.  "Remove the robe that conceals the truth of our
Mistress' beauty."

The robe was removed, and there were stunned gasps, assorted snorts
and giggles, and finally, a nervous silence after Pixie brought her
heads up and used all three of them to study the reporters.

Karen spoke haughtily.  "Behold our Mistress, The One True Bitch From
Hades!  Feel honored, that she has chosen to let you see her
magnificent glory in this world, instead of making you wait, until you
face her to be judged, in Hers!"

Pixie lifted her center head higher, and spoke softly.  "Minion
Heinrich.  Explain the symbolism, so these people may begin to
understand what some of them will someday face, when they come before
us, to be judged."

"Ya, Mistress, it will be a pleasure."

He paused, then went on.  "We are absurd looking, yes?  That is a good
thing, and a lie, of course.  The purpose of a lie, or lies, is to
hide the truth.  But, they only hide it.  The truth is still there, to
be found, and understood.

"Remember that.

"The ever-burning green lights Pixie wears, symbolize her eternal
desire that the people she is given to judge, grow in their wisdom,
until they no longer need to face her, and they may continue to seek
their true place in their new life."

He paused, and a white 'S' appeared on each of her foreheads.  

"The S on each of Pixie's foreheads symbolizes her oath to Satan, and
that though her mind is in three parts, they are unified when it comes
to her service to He Who Judges First.  The white stands for the
purity of thinking she expects in herself, her minions, and those she
judges.  It also represents His Love, for all of us."

The red lights came on, and Heinrich put some sadness in his voice.
"The red on her legs is the blood of the innocent and guilty, that she
must walk through as she performs her freely chosen tasks, in this
universe, and the next."

Two lines of blue lights came on, and they made lines along her two
outside necks, then went down  her outside noses.

"The blue...  Ahhh, the pretty blue that matches the icy disdain the
unrepentant see in her eyes, when she lets them see the contempt they
have earned."

Heinrich grinned, and the yellow lights came on, then started
flickering as he varied the voltage to them.

"Yellow.  The oh so pretty yellow of the Hellfire I wield at my
Mistress' command, when she wishes to chastise the one she judges
unfit to be allowed to continue their journey."

Pixie spoke gently.  "Enough, Minion Heinrich.  You have done well.
When next we work, I will find you a Lost Soul, that you may torment
for me."

"Ya!  Thank you, Mistress.  Perhaps..."

"Speak your mind, Minion."

"Plagiarists are so boring, Mistress.  They have no true creativity.
Members of the clergy can be fun, but after so many of them, I find
them boring, because they are so predictable."

"You do not let that boredom affect your job performance, Heinrich.  I
have not needed to let you feel my touch for a long time.  You are
allowed to dream.  If I find it a worthy one, I will make an effort to
turn it into reality for you."

"I have never dealt with a modern reporter, My Mistress.  Perhaps?..."

"Perhaps, Heinrich.  When next we work, I will look into the matter."

"Thank you, Mistress!"

"It will be an earned reward.  Now, be silent."

Pixie lowered her head.  "Minion Heinrich did well.  My other Minions
wear robes, to signify their unity of purpose.  The hearts with the
flames in them, remind them that I always know what is in their
hearts, and that if I do not like what I see, I may cleanse them, with
the Hellfire that is mine to command, and they will not protest my
action.

"The masks they wear, are their way of telling the world that in my
eyes, all of them are equal, and that I see the truth that is beneath
the lie of their mortal flesh."

Pixie paused, dipped her heads slightly, then raised them so she could
watch the reporters.

"Minion Karen.  As my Chosen Hands, select the first person with whom
I will converse."

Karen brought her hands out of the sleeves of her robe and revealed
the laser pointer she held.  "I will test you, until I find the one I
seek.  The test is painless on the physical plane."

She turned the pointer on, then played it over the gathered people,
until she finally let it linger between a woman's breasts.  "I find
you suitable.  You may converse with My Mistress, until she is done
with you."

"May I know what made me suitable?"

"You did not flinch when the light touched you, and your eyes are
unable to hide that you understand the message My Mistress has chosen
to deliver, to those who are willing to hear the meaning she gives it,
instead of applying their own meaning to it.  For that, and other
reasons, you and your companions may address her in whatever way you
wish."

The woman studied Karen, then nodded before she focused on Pixie.

"Pixie.  Isn't it presumptuous of you, to have Minions?"

Pixie pointed with her nose.  "You have companions who do your bidding
while you focus on doing your job.  You give them many titles, but
ultimately, they have all agreed to place your needs above theirs.  We
are more honest about that fact, because we know that lies are too
important to waste on trivial matters."

* * *

The interview lasted for several hours, and when it was over, everyone
was satisfied with how it had turned out, even unto The One True Bitch
From Hades being pleased enough to allow as Her Minions had exceeded
Her expectations many times over, and She would reward them suitably,
with ice cream and other treats.
====

Pixie 003
---

Karen tossed her bathrobe on the grass, sat on it, then buried her
head in her hands while she laughed hysterically.  She finally
recovered and looked up to watch Kioko.  "Did we *really* do that?!"

Kioko took her bathrobe off, then switched to being Pixie.  "We did.
Somebody get these stupid looking lights off me."

They removed the lights, Pixie stood and shook herself violently, then
she sat and sneezed her disgust.  "And we did it live.  Extra points
or whatever, for all of you, since you managed to stay sober and make
eating ice cream look like it was some sort of special ritual."

David laughed.  "Thanks, Pixie.  You did pretty good, yourself."

"Thanks.  That reminds me.  Heinrich!"

"Ya, Mistress Pixie?"

"Well done, and all that stuff.  It might take me awhile, but I'll
find you a modern reporter to play with."

"Thank you, Mistress.  Perhaps your Minions can devise a way to put
laser pointers behind my eyes?  I noticed that many of the ones we
dealt with, found the touch of Karen's, very frightening."

Pixie grinned.  "I think they want to be noticed, not singled out.
Karen?  See what you guys can come up with.  No hurry.  I need a long
break, after today."

"No problem.  Maybe we can design some sort of mounting system that
looks like it belongs there.  Heinrich?  If the laser lights come from
the side, could you make them change direction as they pass through
your eyes?"

"Ahh!  Karen, you know me well, already!  True roving eyes!  I will
find a way!  Thank you!"

"You're welcome, Heinrich.  I think your explanation of the symbolism
was what made it possible for us to act serious.  I know when I heard
it, I was able to *believe*, because suddenly, it was all truth."

"Ya!  Ya!  All *was* truth, because when there is nothing, whatever is
there first, becomes truth even if it is a lie."

"I need to think about that."

Pixie bobbed her head.  "Yeah.  I bet we all got lots of things to
think about, like how to balance being ourselves, with our fame. Don't
be surprised if folks start treating you like regular stars, or...
like they do Mom and Dad."

David shuddered.  "You mean that intercession stuff, and autographs
or...  No privacy?"

"I don't know how crazy it will get, Dave."

"Yeah.  We're the first.  Umm...  You gonna have some sort of policy
we have to follow when we're being Minions?"

"No.  You guys can come up with your own, or you can wing it and each
do whatever you want to do.  I bet kids and even adults are going to
want to get in on this, so about the only thing I can think of, is
that whatever any of us do, we're going to have to find ways to
channel all that...  'Evil Energy', which means we gotta figure out
ways for evil folks to do good, and make it sound like it has to be
that way."

He sighed.  "Maybe we can use that 'Lies to hide the truth', stuff."

"I dunno, Dave.  That's what those pedos do.  We do that, folks are
going to keep a closer eye on us, because they'll be wondering what
the truth really is."

"Ouch.  Ok.  Bad idea.  Sorry.  That reminds me.  Is this Minion stuff
until we grow up, or can we make it for life?"

Pixie sighed and went back to being Kioko.  "People are going to want
us to keep it serious.  We all have to grow up, someday.  Even me.
It's up to you guys, really.  You're my friends, no matter where this
crazy stuff takes us, ok?  I...  I won't lie about it.  I need you, or
people like you, to help me keep it all in perspective."

She bent her head.  "But guys?  You all got free will, ya know?  Don't
do what you think is right for me, or us.  Do what's right for you,
ok?  Me?  I got duties and other stuff that's a part of who I am."

Karen sighed.  "That Muse stuff?"

"That's some of it.  I don't know what a lot of it might be.  I have
to let it hit me, then I get to decide how I want to deal with it.
Like that stuff today.  I just found out I need to know a lot more, so
I can think about more than the immediate stuff."

"So if we stick around, we'll have to think about more than ourselves,
too?"

"You're my inner circle, Karen.  I hate to be blunt, but you guys
forced it on me.  I'm glad you did, now, but if you want to walk away,
no hard feelings, and you'll still be my friends."

"Damn, Kio.  That's worse.  Friends are like...  forever.  Minions is
like a job that we can leave at the office."

"Yes.  And I'm Pixie.  Be nice if I had some people around me who can
help me keep Kioko and Pixie from becoming one person."

"What about Blackie?"

"I dunno.  I think we have a connection, but...  I gotta talk to him
about what happened today.  I think it's going to change things.  A
lot."

Karen sighed.  "Call him.  Now."

"Yeah."

She dug her phone out, sighed, then called Glenn.

"Hi, Kio.  You ok?"

She raised her eyebrows, then let him hear her sigh.  "No.  I'm
scared.  Can't think, only react, ya know?"

"I do.  You gotta learn to control your tail tip better.  Need me?"

"Yes.  Your arms...  All of it, if you're still willing to be there
for me."

"Shit!  Get over here!  Now, Kio.  Back porch."

"Love you, Honey.  Thanks."

She hung up and stared at her phone.  "Looks like we got a connection,
still."

She vanished.

Karen looked at her friends, then sighed.  "Guys?  I don't care what
anyone else thinks, we all look stupid in bathrobes and skull masks."

She took her mask off and looked at it.  "Would you believe I forgot I
had this thing on?"

She sighed again.  "Come on.  Let's go back to being whoever we really
are, and put all this stuff away.  We got the stuff for a picnic, so
anyone who wants to stay, can keep me company until they have to go
home."
====

Pixie 004
---

Kioko was reading her email when a subject line got her attention.

She read the email, frowned, reread it, then sighed and waited for her
father to take his break from writing.

"Dad?"

"What, Hon?"

"Can you take a look at this email I got?  I've been getting a lot of
this stuff since the interview, ya know?  Anyway, this one got past my
filters, and...  I dunno."

"Tell me about it."

"Well, somebody wants to pay all of us to do some voice work in an
animated series about us.  They'll come up with better costumes, and
all that.  They want to pay to send us on tour, so we can promote it,
and set up my shrine, which they're calling a 'pedo catcher'."

"Pretty creative, for a phishing email."

"Yeah.  Then, at the end, it gets *really* strange."

"Oh?"

"Uh huh.  I checked all the links and phone numbers, and they match
the ones on the official web site for this company."

"Smooth."

"I know, but that isn't the strange stuff.  At the end, this person
says:  'Ask your father if he's willing to do a followup documentary
while you folks are still hot properties, and either way, he should
call my private number, if he still has it.  Regards, Lani.'

Her father got up, then walked over and braced on the back of her
chair while he read the email.  Finally, he sighed and went back to
his chair.

He leaned back, sighed again, then told her the last thing she
expected to hear.  "Lani is legit, Kio. I don't know what she's doing,
being an agent for an animation studio, but since she wants me to call
her, I will."

"She a special friend, or something?"

"I suppose she's more 'something', than a special friend.  Lani is the
woman who did that documentary about me, Cerberus, and Ke.  Matter of
fact, the Frisbee exhibitions were her idea, after she dug real deep
and found out about my past."

He opened his contact list, found the number he wanted, then hit
Speakerphone and let it dial.

"Lani speaking.  Hello, Glenn.  I see I'm not the only person who
hangs on to their phone number."

"Been a few years, hasn't it?  You're on the speaker, and my daughter
is with me.  What happened?  You finally found something more insane
to do, than con a Father, his Muse, and the Dog of Hades, into giving
Frisbee exhibitions?"

"It wasn't *my* idea, Glenn.  I'm just the senior partner, and my
staff smells the kind of exposure and money that will make us a
serious player, finally.  I'll admit I've always wanted to do a
followup documentary.  We can talk about that, later.  I'm about an
hour away, and if you folks are willing to get me through the gate,
I'd like to see all of you in person.  I think we should hold off, on
bringing in Pixie's Minions, until you've heard all of it."

Her father sighed.  "I'm ok with it, if Kio is."

Kioko took a deep breath and let it out.  "Lani?  You do know this
sounds more insane than the interview we did?  An animated *series*?"

"That was the teaser.  What we'd like to do first, is a live action
cable mini-series."

"Oh.  Yeah, sure.  I gotta hear this.  Can I improve our position, by
asking Mama Ke to set a place for you?"

"Please!  Ask her if she wants to do some sort of special, about what
Muses do, to relax.  See you folks when I get there."

Kioko studied her father, who was studying her.  "Dad?  Forget about a
fancy dinner.  Let's make it a double picnic.  I'll get Blackie and
the Minions.  I don't want to make *that* mistake again."

He smiled at her.  "I'll get everyone else here.  Street clothes, for
all of us?"

"Sounds good.  I'll have them bring all the concept sketches.  Should
I do any field enhancement?"

"Suppress it, so we can all focus better.  If you decide you need to
get rid of any of it, give it to Bruce, since he's going to be
negotiating for me and our side.  You'll have to decide if you want
him working for you folks."

"Dad?  That's Evil.  Anything else?"

"Probably, but lets get the basics dealt with.  We can worry about the
rest, when we hear what Lani wants.  Go."

She vanished.

Glenn thought about it, then reached for the intercom.

"Security.  What can we do for you, Mr. Glenncannon?"

"We're expecting company.  A woman by the name of Lani.  Let her in,
by herself.  Anyone else who says they want in, to see me, or any of
my family, keep them out unless one of us vouches for them in person.
Expect Paparazzi, so...  get some more people here, and send us the
bill, like usual."

"Yes, Sir.  We'll warn your neighbors that their usual guests might be
delayed.  Anything else?"

"If anyone asks, we'll have a statement for the media, tomorrow."

"Got it.  Have a pleasant evening, Mr Glenncannon."

"Thanks.  Glad to have you here."

* * *

Glenn, Kioko and Sir Bruce were waiting when Lani was delivered by a
security cart.

After she was in front of them, Glenn offered her his hand.  "Good to
see you, Lani.  Since Kio's significant other is here, and his name is
Glenn, everyone is going to be calling me Jack, to avoid confusion."

She shook his hand, and smiled.  "Well, Jack.  Who do I admire for the
smoothness that stripped my field crew from me?"

"Blame me.  It was less...  embarrassing for you, if I did it that
way, than letting them in and having you find out when you got back,
that none of their fancy gear worked."

Her eyebrows went up, then down.  "I see, I think."

She studied the girl next to Jack.  "You must be Kioko.  That Kimono
is very becoming."

"Thank you.  It is also less silly than our bathrobes."

"Our?"

"All of my My Minions are here, along with my boyfriend.  I didn't
tell them everything, once, and we got bit pretty good.  It's not a
mistake I want to repeat, when I know I can avoid it."

Lani smiled.  "Something I can relate to."

She offered Bruce the back of her hand.  "Hello, Sir Bruce."

"Just Bruce, this time."

He nuzzled her hand, inhaled, then turned his head away and snorted,
before he looked at her.  "You've been consorting with embezzlers
recently.  A new project?"

"No.  All I did was check in with our accounting department, so I
could get an idea of how far we could go, before I *have* to tell you
folks, you reached the limit of our funds."

He finally nodded.  "Well, if you're happy with your people, you're
happy with them."

He opened the door.  "Everyone is out back.  It's set up as two
loosely joined picnic groups.  Ke is handling the cooking."

One of his heads focused on her.  "Both groups voted to let me handle
the tedious details, if they decide to get serious about closing the
deal."

She finally smiled.  "So I've been consorting with embezzlers.
Interesting.  Let's go see what we can do, to make sure you get to
deal with 'the tedious details'."
====

Pixie 005
---

Satan settled with Kioko and her Minions, then smiled.  "Relax.  All I
want to do, is pass on our thanks, for a job well done."

They all looked at Kioko, and she smiled.  "Here's your chance, to get
some personal attention, and nothing you do or say here, will change
things.  Free time."

Karen sighed.  "Scary stuff, Kio.  Ok, Satan.  It started as Mall Rat
stuff, then it got serious."

He nodded.  "We're familiar with the problem, since essentially,
that's what happened to us.  Go on."

"You guys were Mall Rats?!"

"Pretty much so.  Just some folks out looking for a good time, and...
I guess you could say it found us."

"Wow.  So...  This is going to sound sorta stupid, since we're in the
middle, but we're wondering what the job was, that deserves the 'well
done'."

"Fair enough, and pretty good.  I should have expected that, from
Pixie's request to fast track all of you.  The request has been
approved, since we're always short handed.  That's long term, so we'll
get back to it later.  The 'job', was something a lot of people are
working on, and you kids got it done first.  You gave us the excuse we
needed, so we can spend some time dropping in on the people at the
top, so we can maybe convince them that we're not very happy about
some of the tings they do, in our names.  Included in those talks,
will be some pretty radical policy changes."

"Like man's laws coming first, when the religion is directly
involved?"

"Yes."

"Umm...  Good.  Ok.  I guess the only other question I have, is pretty
selfish."

"No problem.  Granting selfish wishes is what I do the best."

"Oh.  Dumb me.  I want to do this stuff that Lani told us about,
because I want the money, more than I'm worried about sending some
sort of message.  Will you be ok with that?"

"I'm ok with that.  Karen, it really doesn't matter if you do it, or
not, because people are already making their own videos of you folks.
About all this will do, is let you sleep better, because you'll know
that you had your say.  People are going to see and interpret it all,
however they want to.  Nothing you can do about that, except damage
control."

He stopped, looked down, and sighed.  "Which is what God and I are
finally doing.  We should have done it a long time ago, but we don't
see time the way you do, and..."

He raised his head and gestured vaguely.  "We were having so much fun,
we got bit pretty badly.  If you kids learn from our mistakes, that
will be enough, because we're paying pretty close attention to the
lessons you're teaching *us*."

"Umm...  That's pretty surreal, ya know?  So you think we should do
it?"

"I do.  You people have a saying about riding the tiger, Karen.  When
it happens, you can stay on, or you can get off."

"Yeah.  One way, we're already on, the other, we're still off.  Screw
it.  I'm gonna go for the ride, because being poor, sucks.  I'll worry
about the message, when someone asks me what it is.  Thanks."

"You're welcome.  Anyone else?"

Blackie nodded.  "Mom and Dad have always figured I'd wind up in his
church."

"It's normal for that to happen."

"Yeah.  I know, since I hear it all the time.  Anyway, all I can say
is that maybe I will do that 'work for God' stuff, after I die."

"Pixie has clued you in, about how that really works?"

"Yes."

"Good.  Go on."

"I guess you know that Kio can tell what's in people's hearts, even
yours and God's?"

"She was designed to be that way, so she can do her job properly, *if*
she chooses to do it.  If she doesn't, we'll keep trying, until we
find someone who is willing to tackle it.  We're already giving
serious consideration to asking her father to try it out."

"Uhh...  I need to think about that.  Anyway, what I want isn't much.
Will you bless our relationship?  I don't think having God do it,
would mean anything to me, right now, and...  I don't want to find out
if I'm right, about his blessings being less sincere than yours."

"You have them."

"Thank you, Satan, for both of us."

"An earned gift.  I don't think His blessings are any less sincere
than mine, but that is my opinion, and I know I don't see the world
the same way you do.  Think of it this way.  I have a craftsman's view
of the world.  God deals with the finished product.  There are details
that he will never know about, that I know intimately.  At the same
time, he has an appreciation for a much larger picture, that I only
see as individual parts.  If you wish to discuss that with someone who
understands both aspects, spend some time with Father Glenncannon,
because as an author, he is comfortable seeing the world both ways."

Kioko's eyes widened, and Satan smiled.  "Just so.  Your father is our
confessor, because we know his view of life here is more 'true' than
ours."

He stood.  "And now, I should go back to my cooking."

They watched him leave and go over to talk about something with
Ketaki, then Kioko sighed.  "Ok.  Being in has nothing to do with my
job, but I'm in.  Like he said, if people want to see some sort of
message in it, we can't stop them.  If I have a complaint about it,
it's how they want to go over the top with the special effects."

Karen looked around.  "You guys know I'm in it mostly for the money.
And yeah, ok, the designs for our clothing are good, too.  If they
weren't so serious about the line of toys and stuff that will tie in,
I'd be thinking they're pretty nuts."

Blackie chuckled.  "Maybe we can use that.  Use the cable series for
the origin story, then take the animated stuff over the top.  Way
over.  Sort of like a 'League of Evil', and we're doing the good
stuff, because we're tired of being stereotyped, so we're taking on
our own people."

Julliette laughed.  "Kids revolting against our parents, like you
are?"

He winced, then decided to laugh.  "Yeah.  Like that.  That's what
made me think of it.  Make it a reverse of all the religious wars that
are supposed to be about Good against Good, or Good against Evil."

He turned so he could look at Lani.  "I'm in.  Do you think your
people would be willing to switch to something like modern evil
against ancient evil, as the basic conflict?"

She sighed.  "Right now, I think they'd try anything, just as long as
it has your approval.  That's an edge we all want, because...  like
Karen said, being poor, sucks."

David chortled.  "What if we did some sort of 'Born Again Evil
Minions' thing?  We're just kids, and we're upset with the old folks
and their tolerance of people who aren't 'pure'.  That would give us a
real good reason to go after folks like those clergy who are pedos.
Make them declare for one side or the other.  No more on the fence
stuff."

Lani was shaking her head.  "It sounds like I can consider all of you
in?"

Kioko nodded.  "Blackie and I are in, and we know Karen is in.  That
leaves twelve, to declare themselves.  Way I see it, you can use those
of us who are in right now, to get started.  Those who don't want in,
can still be my minions in real life, if they want to, and we'll treat
the series stuff like it's a side job.  Anyone wants in later, or out,
same deal.  No hard feelings, or pressure about it.  Hey!  If those of
you who stay out, want to play it like a schism in the ranks, go for
it!"

She pointed at David.  "Dave?  We'll start with you."

"In.  Definitely.  My family might freak, some, but money talks pretty
good, so if I have a check in my hand, soon, they'll go along with me.
Being able to opt out cleanly will help, too.  It might be fun to have
some of us be conflicted, and we do the switching stuff until we
settle on one side or the other."

"Got it.  Julliette?"

"In.  Make me some sort of over-dedicated type, who has it in for
priests and people like them."

Kioko raised her eyebrows, and Julliette shrugged.  "I think Carl's
cute, and he should have some inside help he can count on, if he gets
involved in this."

"Right.  Lani?  You heard?"

"I did.  One of our worries was how to match the animated characters
to the real people and their personalities.  The more we can establish
in the live-action series, the easier it will be to produce an
animated series that doesn't have that 'So-and-so isn't like that!'
feel to it."

Kioko made the rounds, and when it was over, everyone had declared
themselves in, with the option to opt out at any time, if they felt it
was something they had to do.

When the voting was over, Lani smiled.  "Thank you, all of you.  I
will now let Sir Bruce know what is going on with you folks, and
before I leave, he and I will settle on how much I should write the
checks for, that will be payments for your 'series consultation
services'.  Once all the paperwork is taken care of, I will see that
all of you have access to our studios, so you can...  help our people
make sure what they come up with is suitably over the top.  They're
pretty good, but I don't think they're up to consistently maintaining
the standard you folks set during that interview."

She walked away, and Karen was the one who recovered first.  "Someday,
I'm going to be that casual about money."

Julliette giggled.  "It's a lot easier, when you know the money you're
spending isn't yours, and you have orders to spend what it takes, to
get what you want!"
====

Pixie 006
---

Lani finally left, with Sir Bruce escorting her, so they could discuss
what they wanted to say during the brief statement they'd decided to
give the media.

Everyone else finally left, and after they picked things up, everyone
settled in the living room.

Kioko settled on the rug, studied the check she held, then put it on
the coffee table.  "Dad?"

"A problem?"

"Not really.  I guess I'm nervous about what's going to happen next
month."

"You'll get used to having the cameras around, fairly quickly."

That's not what I'm worried about.  It's my friends.  I'm worried
about how much it's going to mess with their lives."

"The documentary is about us, not them, so as long as they don't come
here, they won't have to worry."

"What about when I go there?"

"Same thing.  Since you are going to be working on the series stuff,
they agreed that unless you're with us, you'll be ignored."

"By them."

"True."

"Ok.  I'll be somewhere out back, if anyone needs me."

* * *

Kioko was lying on her back and staring at the darkness, when she felt
someone approaching.

"Relax, Bro.  I was hoping you'd show up."

"Hoping?  You're changing a lot, all of a sudden, Sis."

"You will too, someday."

"That a big hint, that I need to figure out how I want to deal with
Julliette?"

"Might depend, but yes, you can call it a hint, if you needed it."

"Thanks.  I did, because I'm used to adults, even if they are ones
that are pretty emotionally stunted."

"Don't sweat it.  Just get her off somewhere you can be alone, and be
honest with her.  She's going to be pretty scared, because she knows
you got way more experience than she does, when it comes to sex."

"Less, with the serious emotional stuff, Sis."

"I know, kinda."

"Work?"

"Yes.  If you can't talk to Dad, talk to Glenn, his dad, or one of the
minions.  Oh.  Sorry.  You were with the others, so you never got
asked if you want to help with the series stuff.  It's opt in, and you
can get out whenever you want, and no hard feelings.  We're all in,
and we're treating it like an outside job."

"Of course I'm in, Sis.  Way I see it, anything that makes it so the
pedos in the clergy, pay in this life, I gotta do it.  It's my job.
You going to tell me what you're ducking?"

"I wish you'd been there.  Satan did some ducking.  I think he bailed
out of answering questions, sooner than he really wanted to."

"You get that from his field?"

"Yes.  It was pretty obvious he cut the Q and A off."

"Yeah?  That's not like him."

"I know.  I didn't say anything, and I'm pretty sure he cut it off
because I was there and he didn't want me asking an awkward question,
that he doesn't want to answer."

"Weird."

"Very.  What's like, Bro?  What's it like, to know what your real job
is?  Did you have the option of choosing to not do it, like I do?"

"Whoa, Sis!  Are you telling me you don't know what your job is?  Or
are you saying you do know, but you aren't doing it yet?"

"I don't know.  Satan said something real strange, just before he
bailed out.  Something about he and God are doing some real serious
thinking about letting Dad have a shot at it, if I decide I don't want
to do it."

"Dad?!"

"Yes."

Carl stretched out on his back, and looked at the dark sky for a long
time, before he sighed.  "I don't get it, Sis.  That would make some
sense only if it's something Dad can do after he dies.  He works more
for God, than he does Satan, and I don't think that's likely to
change.  You thinking about switching?"

"No.  What I'm doing in Hades feels right for me to do.  I'm uncle
Bruce's understudy, so I guess they might be grooming me to fill in
for him, someday."

"Oh.  I get it now.  Whatever the job is, it must be something that
will be done here."

"Uh huh.  I haven't said anything to anyone except you, about not
knowing what job I was designed to do.  It's weird, that Satan said I
have the option of refusing, in front of all my minions, and Lani.  I
think..."

"Yeah?"

"I think he did it deliberately."

"Umm...  Sort of like those pedos do, to lead me into things?  Lots of
hints, and then I have to figure it out, to make it look like I'm
initiating things?"

"Yes.  I think he's done a lot of little things, to set me up, and now
it's up to me, or maybe me and my friends, to figure it out, then
decide if we want to do it."

"All of you?!"

"He emphasized that doing this series stuff will be like doing damage
control.  We can't change how people think about us, but we can get
our side out there.  He also emphasized that us and them are a lot
alike.  We're kids out to have a good time, and we got bit.  He said
that's what he and God were doing.  They were looking for a good time,
it found them, and I guess they made some serious mistakes, because
they're finally doing some damage control, and watching us to learn
what they can so they don't make things worse."

"You think you and I are part of that damage control stuff?"

"I don't know.  Oh. Wait.  Sure.  We have to be part of it.  He
thanked us for a job well done, and when she asked what the job was,
he told Karen we'd set things up so he and God could have a good
excuse to get in the top folks' faces about some of the things they're
doing and saying, that isn't what they wanted.  It's going to get
interesting, because there are going to be some major policy changes
pretty soon."

"You think they're going to stay hands on for awhile?"

"Have to, if they want stuff to change and stay changed.  Mom's
already done the 'I told you so' stuff."

"Which mom?"

"Sorry.  Yours.  She's pretty special."

"Yeah?  What's so special about her?  Isn't being a Muse, enough?"

Kioko rolled to her side so she could study her brother.  "Damn, Bro.
You got a weird briefing, if nobody told you how important Ketaki is."

He sighed.  "Sis?  I got told enough to know what I had to do right
away, so I wouldn't let myself change a whole lot, on the outside.
Satan wanted me to be pretty innocent, otherwise."

"Ok.  Ketaki, is 'The Muse's Muse'.  She's in charge of the Muse's
Council."

"Like a CEO or something?"

"Yes.  I think that's how come Satan and God are dropping in all the
time.  She and uncle Bruce are the closest thing they have to experts
on how humans think."

She sighed.  "Except for us and Dad."

"Oh."

"Anyway, Bro, you done ducking?"

"You helped.  I'm real driven, Sis.  I'm hoping that once there are
more like me, I'll be able to relax.  What's weird, is that until you
mentioned it, I never thought about having the option of saying no.
I've already figured out that I'm going to be commuting a lot, if I
keep wanting to set pedos up.  Have to, if I want to make a real
difference, and not just drive them somewhere else."

"We live in a pretty big city.  You can stay busy here for a long
time."

"Maybe.  I need to remember to check in and find out what they want me
to do."

"Like those random drug tests?  Move around so they don't set up a
club somewhere else?"

"Yeah.  Wish they'd given me the ability to understand fields, like
you can."

"Sometimes it sucks, Bro."

"Oh?"

"I pick up on creativity, sure, but stop and think about it.  Any time
you're making a decision, you're being creative.  It's like living in
a room full of people who are talking all the time.  And because so
many people are doing stuff on all the social media sites and stuff,
it can get pretty intense.  Plus, in order to do my job in Hades
right, I have to be able to tell what they are being creative about.
It's like being able to look at someone and know what they are
thinking, almost all of the time.  Makes it impossible for me to have
what humans think of as a normal relationship."

"I get it.  Does Glenn know?"

"He does, and sure, it bothers him, but not for the reasons you'd
think."

"Oh?"

"The no privacy, he's used to.  It's not that much different than
having a priest for a father.  What bugs him, is knowing that if I
wanted to, I could lie or hide stuff, and he'll never know it.  He
doesn't have a choice, I do."

"Our Moms and Dad make it work."

"Regular Muses are different.  Dad can hide from them, because they
can't read fields the way I can."

"You the only one?"

"For now.  Ketaki gave orders that nobody is to do anything that might
create someone else like me, until we've had some time to see how I
work out.  I don't think I'm an alpha version, but I'm definitely a
beta version of whatever it is I'm supposed to be."

"Anything you think they should do differently, Sis?"

"Not yet.  Can't make those decisions until I know what I was designed
to do, and start doing it."

"If you don't do it, they'll try again."

"Satan already said they would, and I think they'll blow it, and keep
blowing it, until somebody like you or I tells them they need to
change the way they think."

"Radical.  You sounded pretty certain.  Tell me?"

"Yes.  Sure.  Tell me something, Bro.  I know you haven't been doing
your thing with the pedos for very long, but I bet you and the other
kids got pretty tight with each other."

"Yeah.  We did.  Who else can we talk to, about it all?"

"Point.  So...  You were some sort of leader, and a lot of them looked
to you?"

"Uh huh.  Pretty scary, because I knew that if I blew it, it might
mess them up worse, and for the rest of their lives."

"I know a lot about that.  Now, stop and think about this, because I
need your best answer.  While all that was going on, did they do the
usual stuff, and some of them trusted you more than others, and did
you use the ones who trusted you the most, to relay stuff to the kids
you couldn't talk to directly?"

"Of course."

"Damn.  I was hoping you'd managed to avoid that."

"Avoid what?!"

"Maybe it happens because of human nature."

"Huh?!"

"How's it feel, to have your own 'Disciples', Bro?"

"Are you nuts?!"

"No.  I'm scared, because I'm pretty sure that one of us is going to
have to tell God and Satan that *if* they want their damage control to
work, they're going to have to stop reusing a solution that doesn't
work.  I don't even have a clue if they might be repeating themselves
unconsciously."

"Will you *please* talk some sense?"

"They're still using 'leaders and followers', to solve the problems
and get their word out.  That's fine, in a structured society, but
there are a lot of independent people out there, and there's something
worse.  The leader-follower stuff works, only if the leader sticks
around and keeps things on track.  As soon as the original leader
leaves, someone else steps in, and reinterprets stuff.  Do that long
enough and you get..."

Carl sighed.  "What we got now.  You think that's your job?  Find a
solution?"

"It might be part of it."

"You know, Sis, there must be a reason we're together and have the
same father."

"Other than he's the first mortal to have two Muses in his life all
the time?"

"Oh.  Other Muses are in non standard relationships, so they could
have created us a long time ago."

"Yep.  I dunno, Bro.  Maybe you have a point, but I can't think of
what would justify giving us the same parents.  Guess I'm gonna have
to let my job bite me."

"Yeah.  And I need to think about my options, now that I know I can
say no."

Kioko didn't say anything, and the two of them were still on their
backs and staring at the sky when dawn arrived.
====

End:
The Glenncannon Muses
Part 4 of 4

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