Okay, so an Asphodel in Mourning update happened this week of all weeks, but I'm honor bound to finish the Update 19 review that I was saving my energy for this past month, so we're doing that, let's gooooooo.
Unfortunately rest is not something you can afford while the city is in turmoil. The emperor's men have summoned you, and though they said it is not urgent and you can take your time to rest and recuperate, you cannot sit idly by while the guards and the temple have a chance to lie.
At the base of the temple, just before the stairs that lead up, there is a square. It's big enough to hold a few hundred people standing close to each other, surrounding a wooden stage that is no doubt used by the temple's town crier.
You are let through by the crowd, the crutch Justus gave you under one arm and Sophia's shoulder under the other. Step after step, and though you find exhaustion already taking hold of you, you cannot stay still. It takes a few minutes, but you end up right in front of the platform.
The image of this really is like. Historic. Mythic even.
The Olympus storyline has super been a matter of religion and legend and the way Aria keeps finding herself stumbling into the optics as she acts with blind sincerity towards the spirit really ties everything into a bow.
There are a few familiar faces. You can see Uten, who waves at you in greeting before returning to his position of the stern and focused guard. There is the Centurion Argos, on his knees, a man holding a sword against his neck as he is forced to lower his head in front of the people of Olympia.
You can see a woman on a Mudsdale, not on the stage but still eye to eye with those that are.
Argos, you are about to get Fucked Up, rip dude.
Hey Uten! Love you Uten!
And you can see a young man, a boy really, dressed in a uniform in golden and silver colors.
He's younger than you, though not by much. His eyes shine bright blue, like portraits of Kael you have seen in the past, his hair short and purple. His skin mirrors yours, as one would expect of Solian royalty, and though his stature is comparatively small, his presence makes up for it.
You know that the emperor married again after the death of the empress. You know that though this marriage was fast, and even the prince's birth was but a year after the woman's death, that this was done out of a need for an heir, and not to forget the woman he loved.
Loves, still, you are certain.
It is no secret that the emperor does not love the current empress, though he fulfils his duties as her husband all the same.
Heyyyyyyy baby brother Aria has no idea is her half-brother.
...Wait.
Gildera's royalty has blue hair with purple eyes.
Sol's royalty has purple hair with blue eyes.
...Un-fucking-believable.
This is VERY silly. This is VERY VERY silly.
His skin mirrors yours, as one would expect of Solian royalty, and though his stature is comparatively small, his presence makes up for it.
ALSO THE FACT THEY GOT THE SHORT KING FROM THEIR FATHER'S SIDE LMAO!
The Emperor is clearly a perfectly good father who's obvious complexes have never caused strife in his home life.
Your mother loved you so much, Aria. Your father… he loved your mother.
It was the only time your grandmother spoke of your father.
Never ever.
"The guest of honor arrives," the prince says, smiling at you so brightly it makes you feel you're staring directly into the sun. "Please, come up here if you wish."
You don't want to, really, but Sophia's feet are already dragging you towards the stairs to the platform and Uten gives you a pat on the shoulder as you pass him. You can see the smile in his eyes behind the mask.
The dramatic irony going on here is like. Blinding. Frankly.
Aria and the Prince, perfectly in sync: (Weird how that guy's so purple)
Uten I just appreciate you. Sophia you're a little bit putting Aria through the Torment but that's funny so it gets a pass.
"Now I have been briefed on the situation in Olympia," the prince continues, addressing the people of the city with that same smile. "I have heard of corruption among the clergy, and the very same among the guards who were meant to uphold order."
The people do not say a word, unable to speak out of turn in front of the prince. You frown, ready to add your own complaints, but he does not stop to let you.
Rather, he takes the words right out of your mouth.
"And yet I find it ridiculous that in a city that outnumbers both clergy and guards, not one person decided to report this situation," he says, raising his arms towards a group of prostitutes. You recognize the two that went to get Uten's help among them. "That it escalated to the point where people could scream for help at night and not one of the righteous citizens of Sol would stand and help their fellow brother or sister. Do their cries fall on deaf ears, Olympians? Are they lesser than you? If so, please show me the law where my father has decreed them so."
And once again, shameful silence.
"Oh he's just like me fr" Aria who does not even remotely understand how factual this is.
It's so funny to me. The tension. The righteous indignation. The way they can see the good in people so clearly as to demand it when none arrives.
The main thing separating them is less the chromosome and more the fact Princey can keep a smile up while he's mad.
"It is quite a debacle," he says, his voice tight and his shoulders tense. His eyes move from the crowd to Argos. "Not only has my father's trust been broken by those who should know better, but in our time of need it was a foreigner who took up blade and spilled her blood on our soil to keep his subjects safe."
"Your Highness—" the Centurion begins. The prince does not say a word, he does not need to, the man holding Argos down presses his blade closer to his neck for speaking out of turn.
Don't worry, the blood wasn't even a
little bit foreign! You'd find it all too familiar, honestly.
Love how we got Argos out of being sacrificed just to put him through this. Deadass think he'd have preferred getting God Murdered.
"A shame, really," the prince continues. "The governing of these cities lies in the hand of the faithful, as long as the emperor's laws are upheld. Collusion between the temple and our very own guards is something we should have considered before. Perhaps a harder hand must be used to keep the peace, don't you think so, Maria?"
The pale woman on the Mudsdale gives a nod. She does not speak, her lips drawn in a thin line. Her eyes are fixed on you, quite clearly staring. You stare back.
Aria getting shooters every arc. EVERY arc.
"You, woman," he says. You blink. You? Well, at least he didn't try 'girl'. "The people of Olympia have given you many names, but I know not the one you prefer. Titles are harsh, and life is too short to worry about formalities, don't you think?"
"Aria," you say, frowning. You don't like how he speaks, though you can tell from the way his voice breaks at the end of some words that he is putting on a show. For the people, for the peace, and for his knights as well. "That is my name."
You are Aria, and even though you can say your old name with pride, the name you have chosen will forever be the thing you introduce yourself with.
"Aria, Titansbane," he says, using a title despite his earlier words. "I must thank you for your service, in the name of the Sun, and in the name of the temple. Though tragedy has no doubt struck this city, the worst was avoided by the blade of you and your companions."
His fist hits his chest plate twice. He bows his head, very slightly, and the people around you follow suit, bowing much deeper.
That's because you're older than him! And for the first time in your life taller too!
Oh he definitely knows about Adrianne though.
A hole appears in the ceiling. Sunlight streams down between dirt and stone, and you can hear the people of Olympia shouting down. You hear the people who put their faith in you. You hear the righteous path like a choir in the back of your spine.
"I am Aria," you say, loud and proud. The sword in your hand sings. You hold the blade to your face, closing your eyes in deep thought. "I am Adrianne!"
Not was or will be. Your name shakes the earth, and your blade carves mountains across continents. With a swing of the sword, the demon is pushed back until it hits the far wall of the cave. With another swing, you cut the distance between the two of you.
"You, woman," he says. You blink. You? Well, at least he didn't try 'girl'. "The people of Olympia have given you many names, but I know not the one you prefer. Titles are harsh, and life is too short to worry about formalities, don't you think?"
"Aria, Titansbane," he says, using a title despite his earlier words. "I must thank you for your service, in the name of the Sun, and in the name of the temple. Though tragedy has no doubt struck this city, the worst was avoided by the blade of you and your companions."
Decided to be preeeeeeeeeetty deliberate about immortalizing whatever it is she calls herself when not in the heat of the moment.
.
Wait.
"Well, in for one corpse, in for two," he says, the knives in his hands spinning for a moment as he changes his grip. "What name do you want on your gravestone, girl?"
"Aria," you say, pointing the sword at him. "Memorize it so you can share it with the rest of the scum in prison."
Ohhhhh, so that was just straight up the callback, huh!
"I didn't do it for the thanks, Your Highness." You don't get very far with your sentence, he waves you off.
"Please," he says, walking up to you. He extends a hand, and though your entire body screams at you as you extend your own, you still grab it. "Call me Kieran."
"Prince Kirean," you decide to compromise.
Aria please call your baby brother by his name this is probably the most emotional intimacy he's gotten from his family ever.
Oh but fr Kieran DEFINITELY knows. Like definitely definitely.
...Wait this is so funny. Literally Kieran. This little purple boy is gonna be so normal about this.
He notices the lack of strength in your grip.
"I apologize, your deeds sound so great it is easy to forget your injuries," he says. "There's something I wish to discuss with you, though perhaps it would be better to meet in private after the criminals have been prepared for transport."
"Transport?" you ask. He nods.
"To the capital, while I would usually decide the punishment myself, this man was appointed by my father, which means that the punishment must be issued by him."
You nod. "That makes sense, sorry, I'm not very familiar with the laws of Sol. We can meet after, of course, I still have to meet up with a few people now that I'm up."
"Of course, thank you," he says, giving you a nod. "We'll be setting up at the guard's barracks, do not be in a hurry, it will be a few days before we are ready to leave."
ONCE AGAIN ARIA HAS DELAYED A PRIVATE INTERACTION WITH HER FAMILY, HOW
WILL SHE DO IT NEXT!
Argos is in for
such a bad time, rip.
Tia and Lora are there to greet you on your way back. Sophia does not let go of you, though, her grip tightening as she helps you up the stairs to Debora's office. It's been cleaned up, no doubt by Justus, though the destroyed desk is not something he could fix so easily so you try not to look guilty.
One day Sophia, you're gonna have to get off thot patrol when it comes to perfectly nice prostitutes.
You need to save your AP for when Capella flies in like an actual rod of god!
Aria: I'm sorry. The thirst for solving puzzles came over me.
Justus: You're gonna have to use whatever fancy hero money you get for paying back to desk.
Aria:
You'll never take me alive hussy sorry that is SUCH rude phrasing in light of this establishment's line of work.
"I apologize, you should be resting and all people are doing is dragging you around," Debora says. You smile.
"It's fine," you say, "I'd go crazy if I have to sit in that bed for another hour. This is a good distraction, I even got to meet royalty."
I can hear you laughing Elpis. I can
hear you.
Honestly though Debora, it kinda goes as much for you two, you got Wrekt.
"The prince is the pride of the empire," Debora says, crossing her arms. You look at the ceiling. "While not every emperor was a good man, the current one is, and with the prince the apple has not fallen far from the tree it seems."
"He seems like he has a good head on his shoulders," you say, nodding. "You didn't call me here to talk about him, though, right?"
Just a little gassing up, laying the foundation of how funny this topic is gonna be in hang on.
Debora says, crossing her arms. You look at the ceiling.
Aria is there anything you want to say to class. The Sophia shaped class. About why that gesture made you look up.
"Right," she says. "I wanted to thank you, Tia and Lora have informed me about everything we didn't have time to talk about in the tomb. Now that the guards don't require bribery, a lot of our funds have opened up, so I wanted to give you some of it."
"I can't accept any money," you say. Ray rolls her eyes.
"Sure you can," Ray says. "It's really easy. Watch this. Half."
"Not in a million years, you little shit," Debora says, raising her nose at Ray.
I have no idea where this hatred came from but it DOES make me clap.
Ray: I'm gonna teach Aria a little trick called accepting generosity. Pay me for it.
Debora, who is trying to teach Aria a little trick called accepting generosity: Kill yourself.
"I need you to accept at least enough to get a new sword, I know that the material is not something you can find in Sol."
"We accept," Sophia says. You want to say something, but she does not let you. "It won't be able to replace that sword, I know, but the alternative is not getting it replaced for a while. You can't feed yourself with gratitude."
"Fine," you say. Sure gratitude won't fill your stomach but these people have suffered enough, haven't they? Cutting them a break isn't wrong! "But no more than the price of a sword."
"Of course," Debora says. She winks at Sophia for some reason. Sophia… winks back? You choose to ignore that.
This is the most positive interaction Sophia has had with a woman of the night since she entered this city.
Bro you are gonna get Scammed (by being paid so much money that you could only use for the most expensive sword).
I love how much of a dipshit Aria is, she's learned how to accept help but in no way if it's financial help.
"Truth is, we owe you a debt we can't repay," Justus says. "The whole situation became much bigger than a missing matron but you kept your cool and helped us out. Thank you, Aria."
"Thank you," Lora and Tia say as well. Lora continues. "You saved all of us, you'll forever be a friend."
"Indeed," Debora says. "While our friendship isn't much to write home about, we do have places in other cities that will give you shelter and aid whenever you need it. Take this to prove you are one of ours."
She hands you a pin in the shape of a yellow rose. You accept it, though you can't quite attach it to your clothes yourself without Sophia's help. She fishes something out of her pocket, the emblem you received for your title of honorary knight, and does much the same for it. They look off, but somehow you feel pride in your chest.
You are now part of
[The Hoe Brigade] Aria!
Being real I do think it's charming that Aria is wearing the emblem of the Spectrier Knights and Olympia's brothel with equal prominence, it's just the most earnest thing. These
are equal things, they're gestures of the same gratitude and support.
"You're a good child, Aria," Debora says. Any upset about being treated like one is met with that warm gaze of hers. "A thousand lifetimes could not repay what you've done for us and the city. Whatever reason your journey has, I am glad your feet walked through those gates and into our lives."
"Me too," you say, giving Ray a nudge. "My friends might one day come through here looking for me. Knowing them, my name will already be enough. If they come here, can you do me a favor? Point them wherever I go, so they can catch up."
Journeywoman...
The fact Aria has accepted her friends might follow before she comes back, and she's ready to embrace that, because being out in the world has been changing her for the better, and she hopes that's the same for them? Daww.
You don't want to be the very best, but you will be damned if you can't be good enough.
So as your journey continues you are placed in front of many choices. As you have to rest now, you will have to let your Pokemon do the fighting.
But one day, when your hand can grasp your fate once more, you will need to pick a weapon.
[ ] Reforge your sword.
It is your attachment to Gildera, to the Glastrier Knights. The swords in Sol are made from Bronzong, less conductive but quite useful in other ways.
[ ] Forge a new blade.
You find yourself evolving, and the style of swords in Sol might prove useful in finding new ways to fight. The swords in Sol are made from Bronzong, less conductive but quite useful in other ways.
[ ] Completely change your weapon.
If you pick this, another vote will trigger later on what kind of weapon. You will not lose your shield, though you might get less use out of it if your weapon ends up too big.
So this is the first vote of the chapter! Interesting, interesting, I do wonder what got picked.
That she's gonna be using the metal of a Steel/Psychic-Type, juuuuuuust like Solgaleo...How convenient.
The guard's barracks are quite plain overall, which is suspicious. The money that was gathered never went into the place, or the equipment. You see rusty spears and swords, you see broken tables. The best that this place has to offer is right in front of you, the old desk of the Centurion that is now being used as a tea table.
Argos I feel like you're just ticking up the summary execution you've earned.
Sophia and Ray sit with you. Prince Kieran sits across, that eternal soft smile on his face. Maria is there too.
The maid pours tea for you before leaving the room. You stare at the cup, calculating the probability of making a fool of yourself if you try to lift it right now and spill half of it on the floor. The alternative is Sophia's aid, which also seems a bit ridiculous to display in front of royalty.
I mean it'd be a pretty royal gesture. Honestly.
Sophia would go "My liege can't lose to yours!" to Maria and by initiating this rivalry would unknowingly save herself from competition.
You settle on simply enjoying the smell of the tea.
"If you don't mind me asking, why were you near the border anyway?" you ask, not actually caring if he minds.
What is your
damage Aria?
"Oh I can't be improper or entitled enough to need medical assistance in front of the crown. Now where's my damn lunch money?"
It's like she's addicted to whatever gives her the most problems. For some reason.
"The conflicts with Gilderan knights have escalated," he says. "Because I was on my way to the Research Tower anyway, I decided to check the situation. The Marchioness was celebrating something, so we ended up staying at Wallburg for a few days before making our way back."
The Tower. The place where science is made, as you know it. Though on Solian territory, officially the Tower has been declared neutral ground that is funded by both nations and nobles to learn more things about the world. You don't know much more, but you imagine it would be a place you'd like to visit as well. It's not too far from the border, though quite a long while away from the capital of Sol.
"It's not a good situation," Sophia says, frowning. "I hope you found that out yourself."
"It's not pretty, I admit," Kieran says. "The late empress' death has left scars across the continent. They run deep, like the tombs beneath our feet, and they threaten to ruin a peace that my father worked too hard to establish."
"But it's not that easy to solve," you say, already knowing where it's going. "Imperial power is low near the border, I've heard the whole thing already. How'd you fix it?"
Towerrrrrr. New Locale Get.
I cannot express how much it's taunting to go "Oh yeah Aria's unknown half-brother got to meet Aria's aunt, but not Aria."
Man I wonder how messed up that relationship is. Literally the replacement kid and the sister who's there to keep the peace for a woman who's gone.
This is honestly like a ghastly conversation. Kieran talking about how peace is dead because a woman he could only exist in the absence of.
"Your tongue is sharp, but you forget your place." The words are harsh, coming from the stoic woman standing behind the prince. Now that you get a proper look at her, you can say one thing for sure: this woman is dangerous. It's a feeling similar to the priestess Adelheid.
SHOOTERS EVERY ARC.
It's so funny. Charisma +10 can't stop that mouth of hers from biting Aria in the ass.
"Maria, please," Kirean says, giving you a nod. "It's a valid question, I was the one who asked us to forgo formality."
Maria does not say anything, but her gaze remains on you nonetheless. Sophia glares at her, but does not speak up either.
It really does feel like Maria—Hang on.
Maria.
Maria.
Aria.
Hm.
Anyway there
is a sense Maria is like "My Prince this is a rival for your throne" "It's fiiiiine" "It's not" "It's fiiiiiiiiiiine."
"To be honest with you, I don't know yet," Kieran says, answering your question. "I could do it with a heavy hand. There's some ways to do that—none which I would like to use, to be honest. Disowning nobility would breed malcontent, gathering greater forces to keep our own in check looks like preparation for an attack, and to be honest with you, the conflicts do not stem from one side alone."
"The Spectrier Knights would not pick fights at the border for no reason," Sophia says. You nod. Though there are issues with the size of Sol, Gildera, and specifically the Marquisate, are not too big to keep track of movements near the border.
"It's not Spectrier Knights, though there are some who remember the old wars and aren't too keen on peace," Kieran says. "Seized goods have been reported, injured merchants who have sworn before the emperor that they were cut by Skarmory steel."
Sophia looks at you with worry, as if you are about to react badly. But the truth is, after all that has happened, you can just nod.
I like how it took this long to point out the obvious bias Sophia had brought to the table and remind everyone that this realpolitik runs
deep.
"The Glastrier Knights are a mess since Drake's death," you say, crossing your arms and glaring at the rapidly cooling tea. "And last I spoke with Redwood, he said war was practically inevitable, that there are forces that want another conflict."
"Redwood? Mountain Bear Redwood?" Kieran says, his eyes lighting up like a child's. "You spoke with one of the captains of the Glastrier Knights?"
"Ah, yeah, sorry," you say, blinking away the surprise. He looks… so much like a child all of the sudden, it makes your defenses crumble. Maria looks embarrassed for him. "I was a Glastrier Knight, and Redwood was one of my teachers."
Aria there is a TERRIFYING possibility that you're going to adopt your baby brother before you find out he's your brother. It is going to be hilarious and a bloodbath.
The way Aria has decided that she doesn't give a shit about secrecy anymore and she's just gonna tell everyone any part of her backstory she cares to. Really funny.
The fact that Kieran is just
one (1) year younger than Aria. But he baby. This implies nothing about how baby Aria is, no sir.
"My father told me stories about the people he crossed blades with," Kieran says. "Redwood and Drake were amongst the strongest, so I always wanted to meet with them. It's unfortunate that I am too late for one of them."
Unfortunate indeed. Somehow you cannot feel too much apprehension with a person who idolizes the same people that you do.
The layers of this. The literal actual layers of this.
Okay so at least Emperor Aurelius read his kid bedtime stories. At least.
"I wish we had the same dad" "Me too" [People with no idea which the other is talking about]
"Then again, while you are injured now, I would love to spar with you one day," he says. "You are a hero in the making, after all."
"I'm not that great of a person," you say. "I just did what anyone should do."
The way he looks at you makes you wonder if you misspoke. His eyes are distant, as if he sees someone else in front of him.
"You're admirable, Aria of Gildera," Kieran says. "If the nobles at the border had a heart half the size of yours, I know I could go in peace."
You don't know what to say to that.
So for the first time in a while, you simply say: "Thank you."
OUGH. THIS IS DEPRESSING.
LITERALLY THE SIBLINGS WHO NEVER HAD EACH OTHER.
So that's what the name of the title comes from...Thank you...
Aria please give your baby brother noogies. Maria would kill you for it but this is everything he could want.
"The truth is that you made an impact, and this means attention," Kieran says. "Attention is not always good. A lordless knight from Gildera prancing about the continent, solving problems that the nobles can't? Resentment is the least of your worries, there will be people trying to recruit you and not taking no for an answer."
"I'm quite good at avoiding things I don't want to do," you say. Ray laughs softly, still the silent observer to the conversation. "You needn't worry about me, Prince Kieran."
"I am worried, regardless," he says. You notice he hasn't touched his tea either. "I don't want you to be bothered by such things when we owe you a great debt. I do have a solution, though it might not be to your liking either."
"Oh?" you ask, urging him to continue. If he already knows you won't like it, you are even more curious to hear why.
Kieran is soooooo ready to angle this into adopting Aria as his personal knight sister and you
really do have to ask if he like. Knows. Or is just going for it too fast to pay the obvious any mind.
Aria: I'm so good at staying in my lane.
Ray: Really? Seriously? You couldn't even turn on blinkers.
Aria: Shut.
He smiles. "Your deeds are great enough for a good reward, if we make a public showing out of it that'll satisfy the nobility."
"What kind of reward?" you ask. "I've got an honorary knight title for getting a flute back, I don't think I need another."
"A flute?" he mouths at Sophia, who just shrugs at him in a 'what can you do' kind of way.
Honestly amazing how much more confusing Aria's backstory gets when she. Says things.
When she says nothing? Open and shut case, when she blabs? Literally incoherent.
"Not what I had in mind," Kieran admits, "but not that bad of an idea. It'd probably be a small piece of land in Sol, establishing you as a true daughter of the land instead of a foreign national. You wouldn't need to actually live on it, give it some time and you can just sell it."
THE WAY THIS IS. THE WAY. THIS. WAY.
You are making
so many excuses to make her part of the royal household without opening that political can of worms yet, are you fucking with me.
Their dad did so much work to have Aria not be a part of this country (apparently?) and Kieran's just clicking CTRL+Z until the keyboard breaks.
True daughter of the land.
"Borders and politics," you sigh, leaning into the seat. "Is it really that important for me to count as Solian?"
"Even if you don't have any pride in your nationality, others do. Perception is everything." He raises his fingers to his chin, cupping it. "You can live your life as you wish, and find importance in so many things that are not your blood, your name, or your nation. But regardless, to them that is important, and if you had wished to avoid such attention you would be better off laying down your blade instead of toppling gods."
Like Ray and her faith, you imagine. Just because your own worldview doesn't subscribe to asking the gods for deeds that a woman can do, doesn't mean you should sell short how much it means to her.
Of course, to some people their nation is as important to them as your friends and your freedom are to you.
Can you see any borders from here? What has borders given us? We're going to start over from scratch. That's what V2 is for.
I think what makes this really. Something special is that Aria isn't just
obviously Solian, to everyone who looks or even thinks to ask, that it's been haunting her her whole life—
"You'd know," one of the more daring noble girls decided to rise up to the challenge. It's amazing what kind of childhood must create such expressions on faces way too young for them. She looks at you as if she stepped into something rotten. You return the glare without hesitation. "There's no need to pretend, Flamberg. Everyone knows you're not actually nobility."
"Yeah, a mistake," a boy speaks up. "A maid's child, at best. Maybe not even that."
"A peasant who gets to share our table," another girl speaks up, raising her face. "And insults us? Isn't that strange?"
"Mother says you're clearly not the child of Marquess Flamberg." Their faces blur together, you can't even tell anymore who's saying what. They're all the same, they're all the same. "She calls you a mongrel, because that's what you are."
You know for a fact that the boy who said this didn't know what a mongrel was.
But you do. It's not a word you've heard for the first time.
"You don't look like them at all," one says, reaching out and grabbing your hair. "Look at it, your hair is all wrong, and no noble family has skin like yours in Gildera."
Ah.
They know, of course. About the blood, the smell clings on you even if you've already gotten used to it. You take the uniform off, laying it in a heap on the ground before untangling the clothes they offer. A loose shirt with long sleeves and thick trousers that'll stave off the cold. There's even a hat there, to hide your hair and ears. There's not much that can be done for your skin, but from the looks of it, this close to the border you're not the only person that has a darker complexion.
—It's that Aria
does think of Sol as her homeland.
In the high grass around Olympia, where the plants stand at attention from the charge in the air. The static is lessened inside the city itself, and though you know that part of it is the massive deposits of electricity aspected minerals in the ground, there is a feeling of something more surrounding you.
Or maybe that's just your entire body waking as the sun crawls over the horizon and touches your skin. You feel home—
Are Solians really that different? Does living under the gaze of the Sun God grant blessings that those banished to darkness cannot hold in their soul?
"I really don't understand why you're surprised," Ray says, her earlier irritation once more slipping away to ponder with you as Cubone looks up at Sophia, confused. "Aren't you the same, Aria?"
Are you?
You think, and think, and think, but nothing seems to stand out. Except—
"I was never an early bird," you say, frowning. "But since coming to Sol, I wake up when the sun comes up. That's the only thing that's changed, really."
In a place beneath conscious thought, she feels an innate belonging, and why wouldn't she? She was born here.
Which is why there's so much irony, so much instinctive contempt to having to "prove" she's a daughter of the land, and that only gets more complicated when her political manifesto is "Hey why can't everyone just be free without tyranny or discrimination? You dipshit?"
The longer we go with Aria just. Not Knowing, and having to make her beliefs independent of what her birthright is, the more you can feel the shape of her Rebellion become tested, more developed, more thought through independent of her circumstances, and what she believes is right for
everyone. It's her Praxis!
"I can't make that decision yet, I have to talk to my friends."
"Of course," he says, smiling softly. "I can't reward you myself, of course, which means you'll have to come to the capital with me if you choose to accept."
"We're going," Ray says. You frown, turning to her. She looks you straight in the eye. "You can't enter the capital without a really expensive permit, being invited means we skip the line. There's no way you're going to say no."
You raise your finger, ready to say no out of principle, but her eyes grow big and wet. Since when is this a we? Apparently Ray decided to follow suit with Sophia and just attach herself to your party.
[ ] Don't go.
There is no way you can say no to this girl right now.
[X] Accept your fate.
Fine.
SENT TO HELL. SENTENCED TO RAY PITY PARTY.
Every fakeout vote is funnier than the last.
"Fine." You sigh. The capital was on the way anyway. "But only if we can stop by the Tower."
"That's fine, anything for our hero," he says, smiling. Maria rolls her eyes with such subtlety that you would not have caught it if it wasn't a dire change in her expression. "Rest up as much as you can, you'll ride in my carriage if you don't mind. It is quite comfortable."
"I must protest—" Maria begins. Kieran smiles at her.
"Of course you all can share it, I will ride ahead with my dear knight," he says. Maria's mouth shuts quickly, her teeth clacking against each other. You raise an eyebrow. Though you don't know what exactly is going on, Sophia seems to, giggling before Ray joins in.
And so you're on your way to the capital.
I see Maria is our new champion among suffering women everywhere.
Sophia: Ganbatte Maria...!
Ray: You wanted her dead in the dirt before you found out she's down bad for purple dumbass too.
Sophia:
GANBATTE MARIA...!!!
Daughter of Sol, whose name carves mountains across continents, whose heart dwarves the size of the mad Titan. You find another letter in that fractured husk that would have become a god. - Imp rial. Soon you will be complete.
On the way to the capital, there is a Tower. The men and women that work there have already heard of your deeds, and they wish to reward you as well. In front of you are three Pokeballs, all carrying the seal of the Tower. You are meant to pick one. They each represent your FIGHTING SPIRIT.
[ ] Chespin.
This one seems rather shy.
[ ] Tepig.
This one is quite a handful.
[ ] Quaxly.
This one is very easygoing.
FIGHTING SPIRIT!
And three sets in we're finally see just straight up Starters! Right after the ancient immortal Starter Aria couldn't keep and didn't like!
I wonder the votes successful kept things at no repeating Types for—
WAIT THESE ARE ALL FIGHTING-TYPE FINAL EVOS! That's so funny.
Anyway, ahhhhh, good time. Eventually I'm gonna catch up and have a real fucking emotion about ABfI, but I really am thrilled to be an audience for your work Elpis, signing off.