“So, do you have any special abilities or anything?”
Putting a sharp-toothed face to the shadow had quickly worn through Olivia’s reluctance to accept it as real. Either it was real, or she was having a total psychotic break – in either case, there wasn’t much point ignoring it and she may as well make the most of it.
“Uhhhhhh… well, my physical body is basically just a projection, so sometimes if my mind gets too far ahead, the body clips through reality to catch up. So that’s kind of like teleportation? Does that count?”
Shark, as Olivia had taken to calling her, spoke slowly and carefully – she had a strange, unplaceable accent and the fact she was self-conscious about it was one thing Olivia had learned about her. In fact, Olivia was somewhat surprised by how much she had learned about Shark over the last 2 weeks. She belonged to an ancient civilization that had sunk into the sea. They survived not by building boats, but by abandoning physical reality and moving the entire civilization into the plane of consciousness. Much like the space between people physically was large enough to fit bedrooms, apartments, houses, offices, shops, and highways between, the space between minds was large enough for an entire civilization to exist quite comfortably, mostly unnoticed by those that remained in the physical world. Of course, 1000s of years with the same, unchanging group of people got singularly boring, so they would occasionally slide into the physical world and watch over an individual, as if they were watching a tv series. It sounded like a video game plot, which was perhaps why Olivia wasn’t particularly surprised to hear Shark could teleport. “Teleportation, huh? Neat. Maybe SSR rarity? Doesn’t feel exciting enough to be SSSR, though.”
The two of them were walking towards the convenience store. When Olivia wanted peace and quiet, Shark would easily fade out of sight and out of mind, returning to a nondescript grey shadow, but more and more Olivia was finding herself starting conversations. It seemed Shark had never intended to be more than an easily ignored shadow, but something about the artist had spooked her enough that she had panicked and revealed herself. Now that Olivia could actually interact with her, she seemed uncertain and even a bit shy. Even if Shark had lived for millenia, Olivia wondered how long it had been since she’d actually had to talk with someone new. Dragging her into awkward conversation was not only revenge for treating Olivia’s life like passive entertainment, but against her better judgement, Olivia also found her awkwardness kind of cute. “So why do you look like a shark, but also like a human? Is this what the ancient civilization looked like, or do you just look however you want to?”
“Are you talking to yourself, Olivia?” Friend, behind the counter with not a stock box in sight, greeted her with his customary bright smile. Olivia had completely missed that they had passed through the automatic doors into the Square Mart.
“None of your business!” she retorted, louder than she intended, blushing furiously as she strode over to the fried chicken display. Savagely grabbing a still-hot package, then grabbing a banana from the fruit rack nearby, she moved with purpose over to the counter. She wanted to leave as quickly as possible. She was already imagining all the ‘imaginary friend’ jabs Friend was no doubt already processing in his positronic brain.
“Is the scanner being slow tod…?”
Olivia was cut off. “One Square Mart deluxe fried chicken, one banana. Confirm?”
“Confirm.” Olivia responded hastily. Absent the small blip on her phone, Olivia slowly repeated:
“C o n f i r m.”
This time, the small beep from her phone confirmed the charge had gone through. All the while, Friend was smiling. “Have a great evening, Olivia.”
Olivia’s cheeks were burning, and was certain she must have been beet red as she left the store – she couldn’t even muster a response. Once safely outside, and away from the doors of the Square Mart, Olivia turned to Shark and sharply demanded, “Why can’t anyone else see you? It’s not like you’re all that strange, and it would make things a lot more convenient!”
“That’s an interesting friend you have there.” Olivia hadn’t even noticed the familiar figure in front of her. With long, black, silk-straight hair, thin features, and a canvas under her arm, it was the artist from several nights prior, wearing a somewhat awkward smile. Olivia could feel warmth flooding back into her cheeks. She felt ready to cry; Friend was bad enough, but here she was having animated conversations with thin air in front of perfect strangers! It was a moment later that she realized the artist was staring directly at Shark. “Wait, you can see her?”
“Was she supposed to be hiding?”
“Waitwaitwait,” Olivia was sure her brain must be overheating at this point. “Wait, is that Magical Girl Justice Detective?”
“Eh? Oh, yes it is. Are you a fan?”
In contrast to the stunning landscape on the huge canvas she’d been carrying the first night they’d met, the artist was now holding a much smaller canvas, with similarly vibrant colours this time applied to a more familiar cartoon subject. Also in contrast to the small watercolour palette from the first night, this time she was toting a large gym bag that was nearly overflowing with tubes of acrylic paints.
“I’ve, uh, heard of the series…” Olivia said, trying to walk back her earlier enthusiasm, while helplessly aware she was still blushing furiously.
“I know the Justice Detective has a sizable fanbase online, but this is my first time running into a fan in the wild. As it were.” She adjusted the heavy bag of paints on her shoulder slightly before continuing. “Are you looking forward to the new season? I get a few early spoilers, but I still want to see how they resolve last season’s cliffhanger ending.”
She gets early spoilers… Olivia took a second, more detailed look at the painting. The pink ribbon around her deerstalker hat and the longer cape meant the picture was set after season 2’s penultimate episode, and the style was definitely familiar. “That’s… that’s not going to be official art, by any chance?”
The artist didn’t offer an answer, but she chuckled softly at the suggestion, smiling conspiratorially. Olivia was convinced. The image on the artist’s canvas was a perfect match for the aesthetic of Justice Detective, which contrasted the bright and vibrant against the dark and dour, not only in the design of the title character, but also in the background art, which was most usually a neon-drenched night-time cityscape. It was way too good to just be fan art. Olivia resolved to check through all the splash art and concept illustrations she could find to try and match the style when she got home, but for the moment, only one thought was dominating her mind. I want to be friends with this person. I want to be friends with her. I want to be friends with her!
“Uhhhh…” Olivia began awkwardly. It hung in the air as the artist politely waited for Olivia to continue, while Olivia’s brain stubbornly refused to put any words together. How did you make someone your friend, again? Where was the dialogue box? Option a, b, or c – if only she had some lines to choose from, she’d make the right choice 100%. But this was a human person in front of her! There was no dialogue box, and no time to look up a playthrough to see which choice leads to the best ending. Olivia cast her mind back to the last time she made a new friend. What had she said? Want to come over to my house after school? My mom can make us cupcakes! Olivia was 29! No way in hell she could use that line now!
A soft chiptune alarm interrupted Olivia’s spiraling thoughts. “Oh, sorry, I really do need to get this scanned off to the publisher. This one was a last-minute commission, and the timelines are a bit tight. It was lovely meeting you and your friend.”
The artist waved politely, before turning to leave. She was escaping! “Uh, I hope we run into each other again some time!”
Olivia couldn’t see how red she was, but her cheeks were positively burning. She also belatedly realized she was smiling her usual, over-exaggerated smile. She was definitely not presenting herself like a normal, well adjusted Justice Detective fan. But to her relief, the artist turned, and said lightly, “That could be nice. Hopefully when there’s a bit more time to talk. I do apologize, I really must be going.”
Then she again turned and resumed her walk towards the station, moving as quickly and lightly as her overfull bag of paints would allow, which was to say, rather slowly and heavily. Olivia watched her go, realized she was staring, and quickly spun to finish her return to her apartment. She found Shark was there behind her with a dark look on her face. Was it concern, fear, frustration? It was difficult to read the expressions on her sharky face. “I get it, you don’t like her.”
“You can’t see her.” Shark stated simply.
“I can see her well enough.”
Shark shook her head. “You can’t see her mind. It’s like a… web? A really big web, all focusing at a single point. If you’re a pale spark and I’m a glowing ember, she’s like looking up at the night sky. You shouldn’t get closer to her. She’s dangerous.”
Olivia’s smile had faded. “I’ll get closer to whomever I feel like. And you’re hardly one to talk about strange minds – how do I even know you’re not dangerous, huh?”
Whatever emotion had been on Shark’s face before, it now just looked sad. And slightly transparent – maybe Olivia had been a bit harsh. “Look, I’m not worried about you being dangerous because I feel safe with you. I didn’t feel anything dangerous from her either, so I’m sure she’s fine too, no matter how big her mind is.”
Shark seemed lost for words, but nodded her head slightly.
“If anything does happen, you can say ‘I told you so.’ Okay?’
Shark seemed conflicted, but in the end just nodded again. Olivia figured that was good enough, and again set off for her apartment. Shark followed silently. By the time she had gone back up the stairs and passed through the door into her room, she had finished with the fried chicken and her enthusiasm was starting to return. Leaving her banana on the counter as a snack for later, she eagerly woke up her computer and started diving into the fan-collected Justice Detective image galleries. Far beyond the official image galleries, fan galleries were far more comprehensive, drawing in art from not just the show and its promotional material, but art also from art books, ads and promotions, posters, blu-ray covers, tie-in novels, video games, card games, and even fan art. Very quickly, with the image filter for ‘Official Art Only’ still on, she found what she was looking for. The same brilliant use of swirling colours, the same sharp contrast between light and shadow. A few of them even looked to be physical media, painted onto a canvas and then scanned in after the fact, rather than drawn on a computer from start to finish. Olivia grinned to herself, “Found you, Alice_. Mwa ha ha.”
Her evil laugh was completely deadpan, but she did feel satisfied with her detective work. As an added bonus, she had also saved a dozen new art images to her digital collection, tipping her folder of Justice Detective art, screenshots, and memes to just over 4000 files. Still buzzing with excitement over who she’d just met, she switched to her streaming platform, loaded her virtual avatar, then cheerfully hit the bright red “Go Live” button. “Hello everyone! It’s your shining star in the dark of night, KiraKira☆Kiara! How are you all this fine evening?”
Replies flooded into her chat window:
“Early stream?”
“Not late?”
“Someone’s excited”
Olivia began her story, “You’ll never guess what happened to me today. I was walking out of the convenience store…”
“Just another normal Kiara night”
“Oh no, is this another fried chicken story?”
“Please eat healthier ”
Olivia was undaunted, “And I ran into one of the main artists working on Justice Detective! She had painting supplies and everything, it was so cool! It was Alice – she had to keep things quiet, but I’m sure she was working on key art for the new season!”
“It’s Alice underscore”
“Oh, not fried chicken. Justice Detective, your other addiction”
“Kiara socializing in real life :o”
“It’s Alice underscore – you pronounce the _”
“It’s Alice underscore”
“Alice ‘underscore’ – and you call yourself a fan /s”
“Fake fan SMH LMAO”
“LMAO”
Chat was being their usual, belligerent self, but Olivia was too excited to care. She spent another hour enthusiastically yapping about Justice Detective, before remembering she had scheduled Night Souls II gameplay for this evening. She fired up the game, loaded her save file, and proceeded to yap about Justice Detective for the rest of the night.