Well that's the thing, right? That would be pretty bad for Inessa but on the other hand Chiro and Lupin would be a very cute couple."I feel bad for Inessa, but her crush and her ex-best-friend should start dating."
Well that's the thing, right? That would be pretty bad for Inessa but on the other hand Chiro and Lupin would be a very cute couple."I feel bad for Inessa, but her crush and her ex-best-friend should start dating."
"Watcha doing?" a cheerful and familiar voice practically shouted next to my ear.
I jumped and, mostly accidentally, clubbed the interloper with one wing as I spun around to face em. "N-not so loud!"
Avaritia Wolf stood behind me, aggreivedly rubbing eir ear. Ey tilted eir head to the side, appraising. Then ey gave me a thumbs up.
"Looking good, Invidia." The name sounded like welcome on Avaritia's lips.
"I do?" I asked hesitantly.
Ey nodded, "The wings and the ears are a great addition to the look! You look way more distinctive now."
I blushed, "D-do you have a mirror? I umm," I couldn't really admit that the need to make sure my face looked sufficiently magical girlish had completely distracted me from all my existential dread, could I? I was a guy! Sure, I was a magical girl right now, but, "I was, uh, trying to change back into my boy mode and I wasn't having much luck, so I was thinking maybe if I could see what I looked like now, that would help me, umm…"
I didn't need to ask how Avaritia had found me. Eir presence, now that I was aware of it, practically filled the space next to me. It wasn't a noise, but I couldn't perceive it as anything but; a percussive clash of metal on metal, ringing brightly and clearly, spreading and enveloping everything around it. My own sound was a pitiful whistle by comparison.
"Right, you gotta get back to your dad so you have to hide things," for some reason Avaritia didn't sound very happy about that.
"Umm, we, uh, had a little fight on Friday. Anyway, I'm not going back there for a bit, so, uh, mostly I just need to attend classes, you know."
Avaritia, somehow, didn't seem comforted by that fact.
"So, just Inessa and her crowd then," ey noted.
"They, umm, may have seen me turn into this…" I laughed awkwardly, "I, umm, was staying with Inessa so, uh…"
Avaritia grinned, "Wow! Showing off right in front of your natural enemy and her best friends!" she pretended to nod sagely, "kids these days have a lot of gumption!"
"It's…" I didn't know what to say. Inessa had been everything to me, my only real tie to the world for so long and now that was… what? Did I resent her? Obviously. She had everything I'd ever wanted, an idol I couldn't hope to match; she was simply better than me on every level, and I was… an object in her story, a nice little NPC to hand out advice every now and then with no real chance to participate, a useless boy she could look good saving. Had we ever been as close as I assumed we were? I wasn't sure.
"Sorry," Avaritia grimaced, "that's probably not a fun thing for you. Annnyyywaaay, we can totally get you a room in the Abyssal forest! And then we can go shopping and get you all the girl things you haven't been allowed to have to fill it up!"
I shuddered at that. Could I live in a room permeated with the scent of cinnamon like that? Maybe it would be different. Mr. Noir had never tried to hit me.
"Well?"
"Thanks," I said awkwardly as Avaritia's confident smile "But right now I just need to go back to normal. I can't wander around town with bat wings, can I?"
Ey glanced me over, "right! Mirror. Here, will this work?" I couldn't tell from where, but ey managed to produce a small, if rather pricey looking, compact.
I held it for a moment, nervous. What if I looked strange? What if I was hideous? I shook my head and popped open the compact. The mirror was curved to magnify my features, so it was hard to see, but…
"I'm…" I stared at the girl reflected there deeply. Her hair was tied back into a long ponytail that fell to the small of her back. It, and her eyes, shared a swamp green color with the ribbons decorating her top and the trim on her skirt. Inessa's face had always been adorable, with a button nose and wide innocent-looking eyes, but it was so much nicer now that I wore it, for all I was missing the freckles. A pair of bat ears stuck out the side of her head, but the overall effect was more cute than menacing. She was smiling uncontrollably for some reason, and I could see that she'd gained a pair of positively vampiric fangs where her canines had once been.
"Besides," Avaritia flexed eir bicep, "I'm right here; your big bad wolf ready to tear up anyone that looks at his cute little bat the wrong way."
I couldn't help it; I reached out and patted Avaritia on the head, "good dog," I muttered much more quietly than intended. But I barely stumbling over the words.
Ey didn't react. Lupin just stood there in stunned silence, slowly turning bright red.
"Such a good guard dog," I cooed again with something almost resembling confidence.
"T-that's not fair!" ey managed at last, "when I'm not even allowed to do anything serious back or anything!"
I giggled. Despite our exchanges, we'd attracted no unusual attention. Why would we? We were just a pair of high schoolers goofing off on a weekend afternoon. I could almost believe that enough to bury the anxiety.
"Thanks," I whispered.
"T-that's cheating!" Avaritia responded, "G-going from that to that kind of sincerity like that; what kind of monstrous partner am I raising here?"
I grinned back, "A terrifying bat that's almost brave enough to actually go look at clothes."
Avaritia grabbed me by the hand and dragged me toward the mall, "that's the spirit! But you're doing a lot more than looking after that trick miss Chiroptera."
"Hah ha, that's a nice joke," I grinned. Avaritia grinned black; bloodthirsty.
"Please say it's a joke?" I repeated, suddenly right back where we'd started. "You're joking! L-look, browsing is one thing and buying is maybe a yes, but my heart isn't ready for that kind of ordeal!"
"Hiya boss," ey said with a confidence I couldn't understand. Superbia demanded respect. Superbia could obviously crush us for failing to respect him. Superbia was sitting in his chair talking quietly to a reedy figure in a gray robe that left literally everything about its occupant to the imagination.
"What is the meaning of this interruption?" Superbia demanded, even as his eyes focused on me for all my efforts to hide behind Avaritia. He snorted.
"Ah," the robed figure said. "So the fourth has finally awoken. With your leave, I will allow you to attend to this, we can discuss the fruit later." Their voice had a lyrical tilt to it, and a strange ethereal quality that felt familiar in a strange way. Where Superbia made a constant show of authority, the cloaked person managed to sound like they were above everything while miming deference.
"So," ey said, surprisingly hesitant, "I guess I should start at the beginning. How much do you know about the Saints?"
"Not much," I admitted. "They were opening up a little bit, but I don't think they wanted me too involved in things even at the end and, well, I got the whole making Resinners thing, but I don't know the why or what it's supposed to do."
Avaritia took a moment to gather emself.
"Okay," ey hesitated. "So, this is what they told me growing up, you know, and I don't trust it anymore, not all of it, but…"
Ey set down eir chopsticks and sighed and, after gathering emself for a few more moments, began to speak.
"Long ago, people were weak and powerless, and the forest in which we all lived was dark and scary and full of monsters. The children of the forest hid and ran and tried to survive and eventually they found themselves seeking shelter under a tall ancient tree."
"The First Tree?" I asked, wondering where ey could have possibly heard the story.
Avaritia nodded, "The First Tree was kind and wise and decided to shelter the fragile children of the forest who knew nothing. And the Children grew safe and venerated the First Tree in return. But," Avaritia shrugged, "you can't really live just around a single tree. The children grew curious about the dark forest around them, so the First Tree sent a messenger to give them a single fruit, that contained all its knowledge, to help them understand the forest, to let them find the power in themselves to stand in the darkness and thrive."
Ey hesitated, "The rest is a bit different from what they made you learn in school, but Superbia's like old old and he was there for a lot of it, so I trust his version."
I made a note to inquire about the version Avaritia had learned first some other time; it sounded more credible.
"But only a few people could use the fruit, those who were willing to dive into their own desires, who were willing to try to grow and change and be more, to become beasts that could survive in the forest."
"The fruit is where those seeds we used came from?" I wondered out loud.
Avaritia poked me in the ribs, "Yes, but don't interrupt. Anyway, the other children of the forest were worried about those who started to explore. They decided that it was bad to use the Tree's gifts, that the Beasts were monsters who needed to be stopped, that the First Tree was wrong to let them become Beasts in the first place; so they stole a branch from the First Tree and carved it into weapons that they could use to get rid of the Beasts."
Avaritia paused dramatically and looked to me, expectations clear in eir eyes.
"The Saints' powers?" I asked obligingly.
Ey nodded, then poked me again, "Yes, but I said not to interrupt!"
I debated fighting them over the obvious provocation, but settled for sullenly eating my noodles as I waited for them to finish.
"And well, both sides agree that the Beasts lost. The Saints back then won and banished sin from the heart of the Forest and started to teach everyone to be virtuous and good and…" ey glowered.
"It'd have killed Gula," ey said at last. "It was killing her to be the kind of boy they'd do anything to force her to be, because mandatory virtue is just something you use to hurt people until they can do the same."
Lupin grinned, "And sure virtue sounds nice. Let's make everyone be good and all. Except, well, if you're someone who wants things or needs things or doesn't quite fit in the right way; people can be 'generous' with correcting your behavior; they can hurt you out of kindness to teach you humility, you know, and even if you're someone who can make it through all that, it still breaks you a little inside, right? We need to want, to crave, to rage!"
"Oh," I wondered idly, what I would choose if I could have opted to have all my envy and its attendant wants stolen from me entirely. It seemed instinctively better than just living with it unsatisfied. It wasn't any less horrifying than the way I'd dealt with my sins, not really.
"Any questions?" Avaritia asked after ey'd settled down and resumed messily getting eir lo mein all over my bedspread.
"So, you're," I hesitated. It didn't really change anything, but it was strange to realize how foreign Avaritia really was, "You're one of the Children of the Forest?"
Ey shook eir head. "Nope! Avaritia Wolf is a Beast of the Abyssal Forest. But," ey gave up trying to force a grin, "yeah, that's what we used to be."
"And Superbia?" I pushed aside the familiar sensations his name caused.
Lupin shrugged, "The same. Gula decided to run and, well, I couldn't let her do that alone, could I? And, you know, recent choices aside, she's basically always right when she actually makes up her mind. It was… close," ey shuddered, and I wondered how old they had been when they decided it was better to risk a dark forest only Beasts could survive than stay in their hometown.
"But, we found Superbia sealed away in the Forest from all the way back when that first war happened, and we let him out and he gave the seeds that let us turn into Beasts so we could join him against the tyranny of virtue."
That put a spin on Superbia's power. How much longer had he been doing this than any of us?
"And Michael and that robed guy with Superbia?" I asked. Lupin already knew Inessa was Castitas somehow or other. So naming the Saints' mascot seemed like it was only a small betrayal on top of everything else.
"No clue who Michael is and," Avaritia frowned, "No real clue who the robed guy is either to be honest."
There were so many questions I wanted to ask. Nothing about this idea that the Forest had a civilization or people just living there matched with any of what little exposition I'd managed to wrangle from Michael or the Saints. And, I couldn't believe that Inessa all people was the vanguard of some kind of dystopian society.
"Okay, so why are you here?"
"I'm getting to it, okay! This isn't easy to talk about!" Lupin glared at me.
"Sorry, sorry," I took a large bite of lo mein and waited for Lupin to get back to eir story.
"Superbia knew we'd lose if we fought, and he found a way to a world outside the forest entirely. So, we figured we could come here and empower our seeds and recruit new allies like you! People that need their darker emotions; that crave something more than they can have being all nice and kind and doing what society wants them to do."
I wasn't sure how to square my own envy with that; but any way to pretend that I wasn't a monster who'd sold myself out to team evil just so I could stand on the stage instead of just being a powerless bystander posed obvious temptations.
"And making Resinners?"
"The more monsters we make, the more power of sin we spread, the stronger we can get and then we can go back and show everyone they were wrong. Superbia has it all figured out."
And that was the problem. I trusted Lupin; despite every sane part of me telling me I probably shouldn't. I couldn't bring myself to think anything but the worst of our former guidance counselor. He was too much like dad in so many little ways to feel otherwise.
Shouldn't there be an "of" in between Inessa and all like say "Inessa of all people was the vanguard of some kind of dystopian society."There were so many questions I wanted to ask. Nothing about this idea that the Forest had a civilization or people just living there matched with any of what little exposition I'd managed to wrangle from Michael or the Saints. And, I couldn't believe that Inessa all people was the vanguard of some kind of dystopian society.
Shouldn't there be an "of" in between Inessa and all like say "Inessa of all people was the vanguard of some kind of dystopian society."
Fits with the whole "don't let your virtue consume you" thing Michael seems to have. So it seems the conflict may have been people reacting badly to the tree's power and getting consumed, with a safer method being developed. Course, that doesn't mean the branch users are immune to falling to their virtue, as we've seen with Ida, and what seems to be the issue with the Children of the Forest.I mean one thing to note is, if you're placing them within people, seeds can grow, and leech off the 'soil'. While branches can be made into full trees with the right treatments and all, thematically they don't grow and leech off of the 'soil'
Fair enough. Though when I said old ideology, I meant old ideology from another dimension. Superbia being so reminiscent of someone from modern Earth had thrown me for a loop.I appreciate this line of thought, but I feel it's worth pointing out that:
- Characters in fantasy stories often represent things other than literal people. Superbia's role as a reactionary patriarch giving advice to disaffected "boys" which is meant to sculpt them into the kind of men they can control (a la modern conservative assholes) would be muddled if Superbia was mad about the Gauls or whatever.
- Superbia isn't from Earth. It makes as much sense for him to have a real-world modern ideology as a real-world historical ideology.
- Superbia hasn't gone deep into any particular ideology—not modern conservatism, not classical Laconophilia, nothing. Superbia has the vibes of a Jordan Peterson, but if the two of them were to actually meet up, they'd probably find a lot of differences in their beliefs; most alt-right types tend to be more open about supporting one specific model of Good Living, while Superbia claims to support embracing your true desires. That's a big difference!
My gut reaction is it's going to turn out to be Chiro's missing Mum, because that's the sort of twist that blow everybody's mind. Whether she's also a named fallen angel or something, who knows?
The Evangelion comparison had to be pointed out to me.This story is going into Christian themed alien biotechnology. It's looking pretty cool.
Oh yeah, had forgotten we had a Patientia candidate. I imagine the relatable "I'm pissed what I made isn't good/I'm not advancing enough" vs "gotta be patient with my work and myself" was her thing?Worried about the Abyssal Forest's growing power, the girls resolve to investigate the whereabouts of possible Saint candidates. They find rumors about an art prodigy known for volunteering her time teaching at a local daycare. However, before the girls can figure out if she has the talent to become Angelic Saint Patientia, Avaritia attacks!
But I don't think that's what Superbia wants, and I definitely don't think the history ey presented is accurate, though ey almost certainly don't know any better...Avaritia shook eir head. "We don't want a world without virtue, just one that has a place for sin."
It's quite disturbing, and has parallels to how extremists capture downtrodden people in real life. When what they say is three-thirds being your good buddy and one-third calling for making the world burn, the last quarter starts to sound convincing.Eeeuuurhh... Great chapter, but man for every three cute lines Avaritia has ey spout one line that reminds me how absolutely fucked the abyssal forest's worldview is if taken to the extreme. I think honestly that the best line to sum up the good parts of eir worldview is this.
Yeah, any two of them would make a cute couple.Well that's the thing, right? That would be pretty bad for Inessa but on the other hand Chiro and Lupin would be a very cute couple.
Considering the temperance-themed, temperance-named superhero who named her civilian identity after the English word for temperance, who didn't even abbreviate that word, this doesn't seem remarkable.I'm sorry, did your bat-themed, bat-named supervillain just name her civilian identity after the scientific name for bats?
Kinda awkward considering Chiro looks like Inessa's twin now. Though I have seen the plot of a trans girl copying the appearance of the friend she admired and starting a relationship with her when they meet again twice.
I think there was the implication of something between Lupin and Temperance. One episode preview had Temperance looking at a couple and apparently missing Lupin.
?Though I have seen the plot of a trans girl copying the appearance of the friend she admired and starting a relationship with her when they meet again twice.
If nothing else, they have her outnumbered.So the seed will urge her to steal traits from a lot of people without staying consistent or going for what she actually wants, and beat up the Saints. And the latter will be more difficult to do.
On one hand, it seems like they split up due to irreconcilable disagreements about some combination of sin, virtue, and whether following the narcissistic demon dude was a good idea or not.I think there was the implication of something between Lupin and Temperance. One episode preview had Temperance looking at a couple and apparently missing Lupin.
Even with the identity magic, it's weird to think an Inessa lookalike will come to school and the only thing the Saints will notice is that Michael feels something weird from her.
Michael uses she/her.
I disagree with this assessment mostly because I think you've misread that last part. Chiro's entire avoidance of decisions wasn't made out of cowardice but apathy. A sin of passive inaction rather than deliberate avoidance. She never went out of her way not to reveal or acknowledge things, only let herself indulge in a fantasy that nothing had changed.Chiro has only made decisions to change her circumstances when under pressure. She didn't run away from her dad until he shattered her excuse of "He's never hit me at least" She only revealed herself to the Saints because they realized something was changing about her appearance.
This sounds like an in-universe crack fic premise.I actually think it would be amusing for Inessa to switch sides first. Seeing her best friend again after transitioning could make a latent crush turn into an active one. Driven by guilt, she'd embrace her own sin of lust and try seducing both Lupin and Chiroptera at the same time. And it kind of works for a little while, but maybe Chiroptera finally has enough of being manipulated and actually starts actively fighting with Inessa in courtly intrigue. And seeing the blatant callousness on display and how Superbia is playing both of them against each other and tearing them both down could finally be the thing that makes Lupin realize that Superbia never wanted balance, but instead wanted supremacy. So she runs off and joins the Saints, leaving Inessa and Chiroptera to their steadily growing acrimony.
And then the robed figure reveals that she's been Michael the whole time and he needs more magical girls to sacrifice themselves at the roots of the tree in order to become fruits. These fruits carry within themselves, hidden until the fruits are destroyed, the seeds of their own unrequited desires. And then we say oops it's madoka again!
There are some small places where I disagree with you, but not in ways I feel are worth arguing about. And then there's this.The thing about motion though is that motion generates momentum. Now that Chiro had started moving so suddenly and quickly, I don't think she's going to stop any time soon. She might need a few more pushes to change things in the right direction, but I don't think she's going to just hunker down and situate herself again like she was before, mostly because I don't think she can.
Well, the closest things we have in this story to immobile and indestructible objects are Superbia's arrogance and Chiro's eggshell, and honestly I can't decide which is tougher.(Unless you have a functionally immobile object for the thing to bounce off of, but I don't know what that could possibly be in your metaphor.)