St. Rudolph Universe, Psychic AU side story
Title: Missionary Work
Author:Hamburger Jack
Rating: R
Warnings: Suggestive themes, Suggested Violence
Disclaimer: Konomi-sensei owns Prince of Tennis. Not me. Boo.
Notacias: I'm a rabid fan of many of the things
kat8cha writes and I'm always rather intrigued by the smallest of tidbits in her stories. Psychic AU has many organizations and I decided to elaborate on one! :3 With permission of course.
And every night, depending upon your location in the galaxy, when the stations went on stand-by or the night was filled by dead air, a particular broadcast would begin.
It always began the same. The sound of static or a picture of snow, followed by a voice.
The voice.
The television would show a set of hands, folded together on a table, the figure in shadow. The hands wouldn't move, but the voice would talk. Steady, pleasant, welcoming.
It spoke to you.
Only to you.
"With open arms, he welcomes you. With unending mercy, he forgives you. Be free of all your sins and all your mortal woes. He is generous, he will not reject you."
And so the voice would say again and again, projecting calm and love and welcome.
And then at the end of the broadcast,
"Free yourself of mortal woes. Free your self of property and of finance. Give to him so that he may give you immortality of soul. He is Rudolph. He is freedom."
"He is Rudolph. He is Freedom."
And the broadcast would end, but the voice would not. It was no longer the voice of the tv, but now the voice of the listener.
Again and again they would say, "He is Rudolph, he is Freedom."
And it is said that those listeners, lucky or unlucky, would then simply disappear into the night. Their accounts empty, their properties and lives signed over.
All in the name of St. Rudolph.
****
****
"You're a cult!"
"You're MONSTERS!"
"GIVE ME BACK MY SON!"
The young man ignored the jeers of the crowd and simply headed for his vehicle. Before he got there, there was the sound of a bang of a rock off his window and he turned, frowning.
He looked at the crowd, the benevolent feelings reaching him, the malevolent feelings rising above. He focused on those, pushing.
Suppressing.
One man got a nose bleed and someone touched his arm.
"Mizuki-san, there are media."
And he stopped immediately, looking to one of his body guards. The young man had black hair and an innocent open face.
"Kaneda, correct?"
"Yes sir."
"New, aren't you?"
"Yes sir."
There were cameras. There was even a reporter. Mizuki focused on the dark feelings again, this time a few people fainted.
The reporters and media ignored them and instead focused on him, taking pictures. Mizuki turning to wave as one person wandered out into traffic to be run over.
"Mizuki-san! Mizuki-san! Is it true, the Church of St. Rudolph will be building another missionary school out on Thedas Prime?"
"Yes! That is true! We must spread his word, his love, his generosity! We will allow him to work through us, to feed and clothe the less fortunate! No child should grow up among the harsh conditions of a mining world! They need our love, our education!"
The crowd cheered and Mizuki beamed, looking back at Kaneda who seemed gobsmacked.
"What do you say to the nay-sayers! Those who say you brain wash people!"
Mizuki laughed. "If freedom is brainwashing, if soul saving is brain washing, if TRUTH is brainwashing well then... I must be brain washed too!"
The reported gushed. "Praise him!"
"Praise him!" Mizuki said back. He turned and went to his car again, Kaneda following him.
"...do they work for you?" He shut the car door and he signaled to the driver. They began to move off and Mizuki got comfortable.
"Do you know... why I hired you?"
Kaneda was confused. "Sir?"
"Because you're a dead zone." Mizuki fixed him with a gaze. "A Dead Zone." he said with emphasis. "You won't be swayed or controlled or manipulated."
"...sir?"
"Psychic ability is now found in over ninety percent of newborns. Those display abilities over level four are just over sixty percent. Everyone else can simply manage shields and bend spoons... but Dead Zone children... are rare." Mizuki winked. "You're normal."
The car turned a corner.
"You have no psychic ability and yet... your ability is the absence of and negation of." he smiled then. "You're an asset to me."
Kaneda didn't know whether he was being praised or scolded. "Thank you. Akazawa-senpai -Akazawa-san recommended me."
"I know. I trust him."
Mizuki hadn't answered his question, but now Kaneda didn't really care.
"We'll be going off planet tonight, heading towards Basilica."
"...wait, THE Basilica? The giant, colony class space ship?"
Mizuki smiled. "It's not a ship anymore than a beam cannon is a gun. It's so much more. So, so much more."
"...what is it?"
Mizuki looked out of the window. "Paradise, Heaven, and Salvation in this black hole sinners universe." he looked back at Kaneda. "Eden for the worthy."
The car stopped and they got out, Mizuki looking up at the hotel. "You have free time until eight tonight. Be prompt."
And Mizuki walked away then, the staff bowing to him.
~TBC~
Author:Hamburger Jack
Rating: R
Warnings: Suggestive themes, Suggested Violence
Disclaimer: Konomi-sensei owns Prince of Tennis. Not me. Boo.
Notacias: I'm a rabid fan of many of the things
kat8cha writes and I'm always rather intrigued by the smallest of tidbits in her stories. Psychic AU has many organizations and I decided to elaborate on one! :3 With permission of course.And every night, depending upon your location in the galaxy, when the stations went on stand-by or the night was filled by dead air, a particular broadcast would begin.
It always began the same. The sound of static or a picture of snow, followed by a voice.
The voice.
The television would show a set of hands, folded together on a table, the figure in shadow. The hands wouldn't move, but the voice would talk. Steady, pleasant, welcoming.
It spoke to you.
Only to you.
"With open arms, he welcomes you. With unending mercy, he forgives you. Be free of all your sins and all your mortal woes. He is generous, he will not reject you."
And so the voice would say again and again, projecting calm and love and welcome.
And then at the end of the broadcast,
"Free yourself of mortal woes. Free your self of property and of finance. Give to him so that he may give you immortality of soul. He is Rudolph. He is freedom."
"He is Rudolph. He is Freedom."
And the broadcast would end, but the voice would not. It was no longer the voice of the tv, but now the voice of the listener.
Again and again they would say, "He is Rudolph, he is Freedom."
And it is said that those listeners, lucky or unlucky, would then simply disappear into the night. Their accounts empty, their properties and lives signed over.
All in the name of St. Rudolph.
****
****
"You're a cult!"
"You're MONSTERS!"
"GIVE ME BACK MY SON!"
The young man ignored the jeers of the crowd and simply headed for his vehicle. Before he got there, there was the sound of a bang of a rock off his window and he turned, frowning.
He looked at the crowd, the benevolent feelings reaching him, the malevolent feelings rising above. He focused on those, pushing.
Suppressing.
One man got a nose bleed and someone touched his arm.
"Mizuki-san, there are media."
And he stopped immediately, looking to one of his body guards. The young man had black hair and an innocent open face.
"Kaneda, correct?"
"Yes sir."
"New, aren't you?"
"Yes sir."
There were cameras. There was even a reporter. Mizuki focused on the dark feelings again, this time a few people fainted.
The reporters and media ignored them and instead focused on him, taking pictures. Mizuki turning to wave as one person wandered out into traffic to be run over.
"Mizuki-san! Mizuki-san! Is it true, the Church of St. Rudolph will be building another missionary school out on Thedas Prime?"
"Yes! That is true! We must spread his word, his love, his generosity! We will allow him to work through us, to feed and clothe the less fortunate! No child should grow up among the harsh conditions of a mining world! They need our love, our education!"
The crowd cheered and Mizuki beamed, looking back at Kaneda who seemed gobsmacked.
"What do you say to the nay-sayers! Those who say you brain wash people!"
Mizuki laughed. "If freedom is brainwashing, if soul saving is brain washing, if TRUTH is brainwashing well then... I must be brain washed too!"
The reported gushed. "Praise him!"
"Praise him!" Mizuki said back. He turned and went to his car again, Kaneda following him.
"...do they work for you?" He shut the car door and he signaled to the driver. They began to move off and Mizuki got comfortable.
"Do you know... why I hired you?"
Kaneda was confused. "Sir?"
"Because you're a dead zone." Mizuki fixed him with a gaze. "A Dead Zone." he said with emphasis. "You won't be swayed or controlled or manipulated."
"...sir?"
"Psychic ability is now found in over ninety percent of newborns. Those display abilities over level four are just over sixty percent. Everyone else can simply manage shields and bend spoons... but Dead Zone children... are rare." Mizuki winked. "You're normal."
The car turned a corner.
"You have no psychic ability and yet... your ability is the absence of and negation of." he smiled then. "You're an asset to me."
Kaneda didn't know whether he was being praised or scolded. "Thank you. Akazawa-senpai -Akazawa-san recommended me."
"I know. I trust him."
Mizuki hadn't answered his question, but now Kaneda didn't really care.
"We'll be going off planet tonight, heading towards Basilica."
"...wait, THE Basilica? The giant, colony class space ship?"
Mizuki smiled. "It's not a ship anymore than a beam cannon is a gun. It's so much more. So, so much more."
"...what is it?"
Mizuki looked out of the window. "Paradise, Heaven, and Salvation in this black hole sinners universe." he looked back at Kaneda. "Eden for the worthy."
The car stopped and they got out, Mizuki looking up at the hotel. "You have free time until eight tonight. Be prompt."
And Mizuki walked away then, the staff bowing to him.
~TBC~