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meant.
    He
had no idea what Zakkery wanted with the pendant specifically, but it didn’t
seem worth asking him about the details.  The jackass would probably spend
several hours explaining them all and none of it would be true anyway.
    Honestly,
Kingu couldn’t have cared less about the Phases and their petty plots and
schemes.  Zakkery was undoubtedly working with someone and they were
undoubtedly plotting to attack their enemies with the necklace, but what
possible difference did it make which Phases killed the others?  They were all
equally useless.  Kingu might as well take sides in a war between grasshoppers.
    Elementals
were beneath his notice.
    “I
know what the deal is and I’m not trying to change anything, but you’re being…”
    Kingu
cut off Zakkery’s complaint.  “Good.  Because, until I get my woman, you get nothing from me.  I’m immortal.  I have time for generations of females to be
born and for me to look them over, if that’s the way you want to play it.  But,
I get the feeling you’re in a bit more of a hurry.”
    “So
what the hell do you want me to do, then?”  Zakkery demanded.  “Bring you every
woman in the universe who isn’t pretty?”
    Perpetually
dressed in torn jeans and hightops decorated with one of the human flags, Zakkery’s
incessant casualness annoyed Kingu.  So did the fact that the Phase looked like
a matinee idol.  It wasn’t that Kingu was envious of some pathetic
Elemental, of course.  But, it irritated him that someone so obnoxious would be
gifted with such uncanny good looks.  Especially, since Zakkery didn’t even
seem to appreciate what a genetic blessing he’d received.  Women loved this
asshole.  It was dumbfounding.
    The
Smoke Phase basically seemed like he rolled out of bed, randomly tossed on
whatever semi-clean clothing he scrounged up off the floor, scraped his hands
through his too long hair and began a hard day of chain smoking.  It aggravated
Kingu to be around someone so… chaotic.
    On
Zakkery’s right hand, he wore a bicycle chain for a bracelet and sported a
Banishment mark.  It was seared into the skin on the back of his palm.  It took
a lot for a Phase to scar, so Zakkery’s House had really made sure that the
branding went deep enough to last.
    Hopefully
the process had hurt.
    A
lot.
    “I
want you to listen to what I’m telling you.” Kingu snarled.  This whole
misadventure had started two weeks before and so far they’d gotten nowhere. 
Immortal or not, he was losing his patience.  “I want one woman.  Just
one.  Who isn’t brainless, grating, high-pitched, skeletal, or blonde.  Or
breakable.”  He tacked on the last one because he worried about accidently
hurting a woman.  He didn’t want her bones snapping because of his size.  And
on a related note… “I would also prefer one doesn’t back away when she sees
me.”
    “ That condition’s gonna be tough.”  Zakkery muttered.
    No
doubt he was right.  In fact, Kingu had yet to meet a woman who didn’t move
away when she first spotted him.  Not that it mattered.  “I don’t give a shit
what you have to do.”  Kingu said truthfully.  “All I want is my woman.”
    “Well,
pick one and she’ll be yours.  Christ!  Is there really that big a difference
for someone like you?  Pick the one you most want to fuck and let’s move the
hell on.”
    Kingu
rolled his eyes.  It was impossible to explain to his motivations to a lesser
creature.  Zakkery wasn’t capable of understanding what it meant to desire a
woman for more than just breeding.  The Phases were a base species, ruled by
their biological impulses.  Kingu wasn’t even sure himself why it mattered so
much that he find this one specific girl, just that his powers would let him
know when he finally located her.
    “Perhaps,
interchangeable women are suitable for you .  I have higher standards. 
None of these cookie-cutter Phases you keep offering me are even close to