The Perfect Run

Ryan loved Genome parties. They always involved a lot of property damage.

He had attended a few elsewhere in Italy, usually when he joined a group. However, this one looked like it would be the biggest yet; and since tomorrow would mark Quicksave’s first week in New Rome, the courier intended to cap it off with a bang.

Well, he had probably spent two months or so in the city across various loops, but still! This party might be something entirely new and surprising.

“How many people will come?” Ryan asked, having traded his usual trench coat, hat, and mask for a classy, dark purple suit. While Ki-jung had insisted he could dress casually, the Genome would settle for nothing less than the best outfit in the room.

You couldn’t half-ass elegance.

“Oh, no more than one-hundred,” Ki-jung replied, her fingers fidgeting in anxiety. She had traded her glasses for contact lenses, and her modest clothes for a sleeveless black dress. Her boyfriend meanwhile wore a simple blue shirt and black pants.

“Do you want more tuna pizzas?” Lanka asked while on the sofa while typing on a phone. That tasteless black sheep alone hadn’t made any effort to dress well. “We still got enough party funds for four more.”

“Add a few vegan ones for Fortuna,” Ki-jung said, before checking the kitchen for the fifth time in the past hour. Jamie had gathered an impressive array of alcohol bottles on the counter. “Will that be enough?”

“They’re the strongest liquors I could find,” Jamie replied, intending to work as the barman and already busy making cocktails. Since Genomes had a more efficient metabolism than normal humans, they needed ten times the usual dose to even feel the effects of alcohol.

“I’ve got Genome-only stuff in my car,” Ryan said. “But you will start shining in the dark and see invisible things.”

“Don’t worry,” Jamie said quickly. “Fortuna is bringing strong stuff, and, I quote, ‘party pills.’”

“No Bliss?” Ki-jung asked, her face tensing up.

“No Bliss,” her boyfriend reassured her, while someone hit the doorbell. “Come in!”

The first guests opened the door, Ki-jung anxiously standing straight next to Ryan while they walked inside. Night had fallen outside, and while the party was scheduled to start at eight, most guests would be fashionably late.

“Hello everyone!” Fortuna entered the house, followed by her boyfriend and a younger girl around fifteen. Lucky Lady wore a golden dress even more scandalously lavish than usual; whereas the teenage girl dressed so tastelessly, that Ryan couldn’t look at her without fighting the urge to drag her to a tailor’s shop.

Fortuna’s date was around Ryan’s physical age, with short well-groomed brown hair, blue eyes, and an elegant all black formal suit. He looked rather plain when compared to his girlfriend, but the courier felt an intense vibe coming from him.

In fact, he seemed vaguely familiar.

The mystery boy immediately singled out the courier, who waved a hand at him. “Hi, I’m Ryan. I would say I’m immortal, but you probably know that already.”

“Mathias,” the man replied, shaking Ryan’s hand with a small smile. “Mathias Martel.”

The way he moved, his aura, the slight inflection in the voice… “I know, we’ve met,” Ryan replied cheerfully, testing the waters.

“You did?” Fortuna asked while Mathias’ smile strained a bit. Since he hadn’t cut that lucky woman’s hair this time around, she seemed a lot more well-disposed towards Ryan. “Matt, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Yeah, you’re usually a very transparent kind of guy, Matt.” Ryan winked at him. “I hope you don’t hide anything else.”

Matt’s poker face remained ironclad while he answered his date’s question. “It didn’t seem important at the time.”

“Fortuna, you brought your sister?” Ki-jung asked the blonde bombshell, although her eyes remained focused on the teenage girl. “Isn’t she too young for this kind of party?”

“I’m almost fifteen!” The younger girl pouted. While she was no top model like her sister, she would probably grow into an attractive woman in time. She had short, light brown hair, ocean blue eyes, and a heart-shaped face.

“Fourteen and a half,” Fortuna teased her, her younger sister pinching her in the arm.

“Hi, I’m Narcinia, Narcinia Veran.” The teen smiled brightly at everyone. “Alias Ceres.”

“I still can’t believe Augustus gave you an Olympian name before me,” Fortuna complained, her boyfriend glancing away. “If only Felix hadn’t gone crazy, we could have become Diana and Apollo.”

“Has he answered your messages?” Ki-jung asked, a look of concern on her face.

“I wish!” Fortuna complained, crossing her arms angrily. “I swear when he comes back—”

“If he comes back,” Narcinia replied with a depressed face.

“Maybe he got hit by a car,” Ryan said, the others glaring at him. “Well, he is a cat. Or was that too soon?”

“He will come back,” Fortuna insisted, though she looked at Jamie and Ki-jung. “Can’t you help? Give him a call?”

The couple exchanged an embarrassed glance, one heavy with regrets. “He didn’t leave the house on the best terms,” Jamie said stoically. “Felix… Felix needs time to figure himself out.”

“But—”

Mathias put a hand on his girlfriend’s arm before she could insist. He seemed more insightful than her, though that wasn’t hard.

Having talked with Atom Cat on the Dynamis path, Ryan quickly put two and two together. He had a pretty good idea of what caused his feline friend to leave the Augusti, namely, Ki-jung's situation.

Something else also bothered Ryan. Felix the Cat said his sister Narcinia was adopted, and she matched a certain description… Could it be?

This party already promised a lot of surprises.

isn’t here?” Fortuna asked as she scanned the room. “He’s

attacked him again when his bodyguard took a bathroom break,” Jamie replied with a frown. “The attacker

Ryan asked at the same

Jamie replied with a sigh. “And yes, a salami. Don’t ask me why. They say the city is safer with the

a vigilante,” Ryan said. “Some handsome fellow possessing a strange sense of justice, fighting crime with a hockey stick in one hand and a

Lanka pointed out from the sofa, too lazy to leave her spot. “Nah, blabbermouth, it’s just petty revenge. If

glancing at Fortuna. “Now that the Meta-Gang has left New Rome, will you

hasn’t released us yet,” Fortuna complained. “Though we cleaned up Rust Town

a large fire, but the Junkyard had transformed into a pile of molten trash conveniently hiding the bunker’s entrance. Vulcan had tasked the group to patrol the area in case the Meta returned, while she left with

to do about Mechron’s bunker, and Len hadn’t contacted him again either. He hoped the party would help him

we discuss this while…” Ki-jung cleared her throat while looking at Mathias.

has seen right through us,” Ryan said with a smirk, delighting at

you is the Hockey Killer,” the man replied

himself. Touché. “It’s okay, Chitter, I vouch

a second date,” Mathias

happen whether you like it

the two of you meet?” Ki-jung

Fortuna asked. “I narrowly avoided death by falling off the window, and Mathias

with a deadpan face. “I didn’t

love at first

if you were alright, and when I tried to leave because I had other stuff

woman falls on your lap and asks

and she couldn’t stand

hint of sarcasm whatsoever. “When I look at boys, they

a bit shy in the presence

them the DJ: a brain in

Narcinia asked, though unlike the others she seemed more excited than bothered. “So

take care of

those who don’t know what they want!” Ryan replied, activating

as it did, a light shone from inside its tank. As the liquid protecting the grey matter changed color, creating a nightclub ambiance with

Lanka admitted, nodding to herself

while her rats started breakdancing around

Theft Auto remix,” Mathias said, much to Ryan’s surprise. “A

a game designer,” Fortuna said since he was clearly too modest to boast for himself. “He’s super

date replied with a sheepish grin,

to test that man’s knowledge first, before getting his hopes up. “Have you

but I prefer Super Metroid,” Mathias replied.

“Best Square RPG?”

Fantasy VII, but VI holds a special place in

another gamer alive on this God-forsaken planet!” Ryan was almost brought to tears at

her head above the sofa with a

is painted brown, with thirty beer cans in a corner

Blue,” Lanka shrugged before he could finish. “If you tell anyone what’s

with pride, putting an arm around his. He seemed much more uncomfortable about open displays of affection than his girlfriend. Ryan

from the kitchen and then raised it

could react, a drop of blood falling on the parquet. The liquid quickly expanded

group looked at a cute

in

out a cry. “Nothing too complicated or too

can make any kind of goat?” Ryan asked, now extremely

“Of course! Why?”

looked at this pure-hearted girl deep in her big

“Goat fights.”

goat. A black-furred born-fighter, with golden eyes. “Which one do you take, Ryan?” she asked, as the two goats

“The black one.”

already see the untapped

eight goats, as new guests decided to participate. She granted each of them a different color and held a tournament while the house slowly filled up with people. A few

English. She locked horns with her rival, ready to claim her rightful

on a golden

long against Shub-Niggurath’s implacable ferocity. The black goat managed to toss her rival to the side, who joined

head with smug confidence. The spectators applauded, though none as loudly

Lanka grumbled while finishing her current smoke. With the spectacle finished, most guests

cheat

time advertising her boyfriend to everyone who would listen. Jamie, ever the peoples’ person, engaged Mathias in a friendly conversation while mixing cocktails, though the programmer remained guarded. Ki-jung welcomed every new guest as

helped Jamie with the bar by moving drinks around, while a

if the party didn’t end up with one or two

me of goat racism?” Lanka brought him back to the

rodents climbing on top of the larger goats. Most

make a wolf, to eat them,” Ryan suggested, his goat champion looking up at him.

rid of the wolf afterward?” Lanka asked the hard question, expecting