Somnus Deus Ex – Chapter Two

Somnus Deus Ex – Chapter Two

Daisy turned her head and looked at the alarm clock sitting next to her bed. It was battery operated, which was the only reason it still displayed the time. 12:10, in the AM.

She almost wanted to cry.

It was, in every way that mattered, Monday.

With a long-suffering sigh that came from deep, deep within her, Daisy pushed her blankets up. They were heavy, thickly padded things, and the plushies on top only served to make the blankets even harder to raise.

Are you well?

“Yeah,” Daisy said. She slipped her feet into her slippers, then stood. “It’s Monday.”

I can confirm as much, yes.

Daisy very, very reluctantly stood. She adjusted her nightgown, then just stayed where she was, the weight of having to wait a whole six days until the next Sunday pressing down on her. “God damn it,” she whispered.

Is everything okay? Your hormone levels are consistent with someone grieving. I’ll admit that I’m somewhat concerned.

“I’m in mourning. Another Sunday has laid its life on the line and won’t ever be seen again. It’s a tragedy.” She shook her head. “Sorry, I’m being melodramatic. It’s just frustrating that I have another week to wait.”

I probably shouldn’t bring this up, but you know that as a Vanguard, the usual rules don’t truly apply to you.

Daisy paused, then shook her head. “No. They still do. The rules don’t apply to powerful samurai. I’m not that. Not yet. But I guess I can work on it.” She stretched, a hand raising up as high as she could bring it while she tilted her upper body to one side. “How many points do I have?”

One hundred and thirty. Twenty from the two kills you secured. Another ten from your daily allowance.

“Okay. How do I spend them?”

That depends very much on what you want. What are you looking for?

“You’re the expert,” she said. “But I’m gonna head out now. So whatever would help?”

I see. Do you mind if I look into your media profiles? I can deduce from that the kind of equipment would be best suited for you. Though your actual preferences might be different after actual time spent in the field.

“Go nuts,” Daisy said. “Can’t imagine I’ll get the good stuff for one-thirty.”

In practical terms, I’d suggest energy-based weaponry. As for your defensive capabilities, I’d suggest not being hit.

Daisy blinked, then laughed. “Yeah, alright, I can do not being hit.” She stretched the other way, then gestured to a row of trophies over her dresser. “Do those factor in?”

Your gymnastic experience is a factor, yes. It will be hard to tell how accurate you are until you pick up a weapon properly, but you did well enough with your father’s shotgun at close ranges. The weapon is notably not suitable for you in terms of size and weight.

“Mhm,” she said. The recoil had surprised her the first time, and the kick had hurt. Not enough to leave a bruise, but enough to make her respect the gun a little more with the second shot. “Alright. Shortlist some sort of light armour anyway. Something that I’ll be able to move in. But first priority is on a good weapon. Third priority is on utilities.”

Utilities?

“Something to help me move around. Gear to keep me in one piece. Cameras, better augs than what I have. I’m not averse to replacing bits and pieces of myself, but I’m guessing that kind of thing’s expensive.”

Daisy changed into an outfit better suited to leaving the house. Nice, tough jeans, a clean blouse, then a long-sleeved shirt with a few small pockets tossed on top of that. She picked through her closet until she found an old faux-leather jacket.

Catalogue unlocked: Light Energy-Based Weapons
Points reduced to: 80