I binged this fic yesterday and I really love it. Today while I was at school I did some doodles of some of the characters: link. Looking forward to following the story as it continues.
I binged this fic yesterday and I really love it. Today while I was at school I did some doodles of some of the characters: link. Looking forward to following the story as it continues.
Alright, I've finally been lapped by this story as a consequence of a very, very busy October, so it's time I outta get gears to grindstones and dish out some commentary before the month ends; I was, after all, very much looking forward to knowing where the preceding cliffhanger was gonna go.
I flew. Avaritia's sins rose to a crescendo, then cut to an abrupt silence behind me, letting me know ey'd retreated to the Forest. I should have done the same. Instead, I flew until the sky grew dark enough to let me feel like I could vanish into it. Only then was I calm enough to tear a hole in the fabric of the world and follow Avaritia back to the Forest.
Avaritia was waiting in my room, sitting on my bed. Eir eyes lit up when I entered and ey tried not to look worried.
"Chiro!" ey greeted me. "You're okay? Nothing bad happened back there?"
I thought of the sensation of my hand around Inessa's neck.
"I'm fine," I said instead. My tone didn't quite manage to reach reassuring.
"I,"Avaritia hesitated, eir tail between eir legs. "I got you a cake. Wanna chat about how things went?"
I wondered about that. Did I? What would my partner think of me if ey knew how close I'd come? I hadn't meant to hurt Inessa; however much she irritated me, however impossible it would be to go back, however much I wished I could take everything she had and make it mine. She was too wonderful and amazing to hate. I didn't want to hurt her.
And yet, I wasn't sure what would have happened if Ida hadn't intervened at the end. Would I have stopped? Would I have been too caught up in that unfair anger at how she refused to see me as the monster I was?
"I beat Inessa," I admitted. "I had her on the ground, one hand around her neck. Ida intervened, so I ran."
Avaritia glanced at me, still clearly worried. "That's great!" ey said, forcing a smile. "Let's see if they underestimate you now!"
"I almost hurt her," I tried to return the smile.
"But you didn't, right?" Avaritia said as if that was what mattered.
Avaritia I can see you're hanging onto that "Well we won't cause any permanent damage and it's all acceptable and chill" narrative with bleeding teeth and nails but you are. Actually completely incapable of navigating what Chiro needs to hear in this situation, because what Chiro needs to hear is "Okay then you don't have to fight your best friend anymore it's clearly messing you up" and you are literally contractually obligated not to say that.
"Like I said, Ida stopped me." I shrugged. I'd been glad to be freed from the impossible situation. And yet, I couldn't know what would have happened if she hadn't been there. Would I have pulled myself back from that edge? Why had I gotten there in the first place?
"The Saints are tough," Avaritia said. "They wouldn't have stuck around if they'd break that easily."
I wondered if that was comfort or irony in eir voice. I didn't know how to respond.
BRO WHY DO YOU THINK "nearly choked to death by friend" IS "break that easily", COME ON.
Man I knew Chiro was gonna have a rough time with the whole 'Get useful emotional comfort for the near murder' situation but I didn't expect it to be. This actually useless.
AMAZING how Avaritia sells making C a Beast as "You can't force someone to be all good and happy when they need to RAGE and admit their hurt instead of bottling it up to be nice!" and then the first time that's put to the test ey're trying to toxic positivity eir way out of it.
Ey reached out for a hug. I froze for a moment and before I could return the gesture, Avaritia had smoothly stepped past me toward the door.
"Sorry, I guess you don't want to be cheered up, huh?" Ey laughed in a way that was almost natural. "I get it, it's scary, to fight and realize what you could do. It's okay to give yourself some time to get used to it, and you shouldn't pressure yourself if you can't handle it, partner!"
There was a hint of tremble in Avaritia's voice, the 'partner' more question than statement.
Hmmmm yeah we sure are starting to hit the limit of something with Chiro's Very Noticeable Disquiet about Avaritia when you put the last two quotes together.
AND ONCE AGAIN C IS JUST PRETENDING IT'S ALL CHILL TO ESCAPE ADMITTING THERE'S ANY PROBLEMS.
JUST A COMPLETE FUCKING CIRLCE.
I'm gonna be real Chiro. Avaritia is like directly obligated to deal with your anxieties as part of eir hiring policies.
Like ey suck at it so I can understand why you don't want to use that membership card bonus but like on a Moral Level ey did this to you as much as you did this to you.
Can't even run away from feeling bad about Inessa as a vampiric monster...
I would have slept in if I had the option. That wasn't my habit, but for all Superbia haunted the Abyssal Forest as my father had haunted home the place still felt so much safer and more welcoming.
Unfortunately, Avaritia Wolf had very little respect for existential horror induced sleep deprivation. At least, not when ey didn't know about it.
The knocks started at 8am. I checked my phone's clock, rolled over and ignored them until they stopped. At 8:30am, the knocks returned. Again at 8:45. At 8:50, unable to fall asleep anticipating the next knock, I gave up on spending the day sulking in bed, dressed myself and cracked the door open.
Avaritia slipped in a few minutes later.
"Morning Chiro!" ey greeted me with far too much confidence for someone who'd spent the past hour knocking on my door every few minutes.
"I had a lot to think about. I guess sleeping helped." At least the sensation of Inessa's throat under my claws felt a tiny bit more distant. I wouldn't have done it. I couldn't have done it. And now, at least, Inessa would never forgive me and wasn't that exactly what I'd wanted? What I deserved?
Avaritia sighed, "You sure?" ey said as if something about my answer had conveyed anything less than absolute serenity.
There are. Some things to be said about how self-defeating "Well even though I hated every second of it at least this means that the only person who's ever always believed in me won't anymore!" is as a sentiment.
I hesitated. C would have withdrawn, hidden his feelings and spent the day ignoring everything around him or hiding in his room alternatively picking at scabs and drowning himself in distractions to avoid any real semblance of introspection.
But I was Chiro now, and I'd stolen Inessa's face. She would have shared her problems, talked them out and probably come out the other side a better person in about half an hour. Maybe that's what really drove my envy deep down, more than her looks, her loving family, her power or her ability to connect to people like she'd stopped being a hollow shell of a human being or…
Okay, I had a lot of reasons to envy Inessa, but that was one of them.
Every time Chiro disassociates from C to make something approaching good decisions it's like, well if this helps, great! But it's still filtered through hating yourself and this distorted idolatry of the girl you're kinning so. Always wondering whether the learned mechanisms for emotional honesty will outweigh the ego collapse Chiro's gonna have to outrun when the evil mode excuses dry out.
But also.
her ability to connect to people like she'd stopped being a hollow shell of a human being
There's something increasingly disturbing to how Chiro keeps referring to "Wow it's so fucked up Inessa used to be a broken corpse walking and now we don't have that in common anymore" like I'm an Inessa Truther I know she has shit going on but seeing the brain spiral in Chiro's POV makes it that much more obvious that the same fertile ground for mental disease is being tilled by Chiro and Avaritia's "Okay but you're a GOOD and LUCKY person who has never felt like a sinner" misery poker like that isn't going to be her Joker Moment.
"Chiro?" Avaritia was looking at me, at Inessa's stolen face. I shook the cobwebs out of my head and smiled at em. Avaritia, of all people, would never deny the severity of my sins.
Chiro I'm sorry but ey kinda would. Avaritia's been doing that this whole story, this whole chapter prior, and likely this whole chapter following, because ey think you're moe.
Also Avaritia you REALLY should not have started the 'wow you're so cute and sexy now you're draped in sin" thing when Chiro's wearing Inessa's face like come on. Seriously. You're just making C's complexes worse and not even in the way you think is hot.
This is why I will always respect Temperance's efforts in the C-Bowl more btw, she knew how to rizz Chiro up before the doppelganger thing muddied the message.
"I'm scared," I admitted. I wasn't like Inessa. For me, being honest felt like tearing off my skin and shoving my bleeding insides into everyone's faces. But envy demanded imitation, and here that seed of sin could give me the little push I needed to do the impossible.
"That you hurt them?"
"That I might have hurt her. That I can't go back, not that I want to, but I can't go forward either because I finally stopped running from all these negative feelings and what I became was so violent and I almost…" I took a deep breath.
"You didn't." Avaritia interjected, the substance of what I had or hadn't done to Inessa going unsaid, "Did you?"
I didn't have anything to say to that.
"You got a little caught up in the fight," she said, as if that legitimized the heat that had taken over me in the moment, "and you lost track of what you were doing. Besides, they're enemies! I get that you don't hate them, I don't hate them. But they're trying to stop us from doing the right thing. If they really don't want to fight, they can just not show up."
To cope with the Abyssal Forest's increase in power, the Saints decide to spend the weekend training. However, when Avaritia's latest Resinner interrupts the girls' training, a shocking development is revealed! Inessa Brandt... can't transform!?
Tune in for Episode 24: Weekend Getaway! It's a Bear, It's a Plane, it's a… Resinner?!
...Okay rereading this makes it look less like "Avaritia sent a Resinner after the Saints while they were diddling in the woods" than my initial read did but that doesn't disabuse my previous point.
Chiro's saying some real raw shit to someone I do not feel is really interacting with it on the front Chiro really needs? But like that's basically ALV in its entirety by now, I should expect this spin cycle to continue.
I hesitated at that. I couldn't imagine Inessa—or any of them—stopping just like that. They believed in standing up for what they believed was right no matter what. Avaritia was the same; eir faith in eir cause was almost existential.
Something in my face made em tense, and Lupin deflated a little. "But you still aren't really sold on sin are you?"
"I don't know," I admitted. "I guess, it's just… It felt like I was someone else. Like, I've spent so long avoiding my feelings, avoiding jealousy and anger and wanting things at all and now that I know they're there I can't stop and they're so strong from moment to moment. I was feeling good and then she said something and I couldn't resist the urge to lash out. I don't know if it's the seed pushing me to choke Inessa or some part of me resents her so much I want to crush her."
"Okay," Avaritia breathed a sigh of relief. "We can work with this! You just need to get a better handle on your envy. Figure out what it is your seed wants and how you can direct it better. That way you'll be in a better space next time you encounter her."
I wondered about that. Would knowing that that envy howling inside my chest had nothing at all to do with what I'd almost done free me? Or was I better off sinking back into denial?
The words feel like they're kinda put together in a kinda beneficial order, and Chiro should figure out how to navigate these feelings, but it really does just stick to the premise "See there's this plant brain attached to your real brain and you gotta do what it wants even when it isn't actually what you want" like it's actually super difficult to untangle the semi-literal metaphor of "You have to acknowledge and unravel your negative emotions to guide them into safe responses" from "There's an evil seed that wants you to kill your friends in you."
Well, it's not as if we're gonna leave Lupin Noir's Wild Ride any time soon anyway, so let's just get to it.
The cold winter sun refracted off the last bits of compacted snow struggling to endure early March. It made being outside that much more unbearable.
"Why?" I asked, staring at Avaritia with all the overacted frustration I could muster.
Why, when faced with existential crises, was eir only answer shopping? At least, we hadn't gone back to the mall. The area was at least a little better, one of the bigger streets in town trailing off from the city center proper to offer a number of shops, cafes and other miscellany that I'd never quite been able to conceptualize people actually visiting.
"You see young Chiro," eir tone was insufferably smug, "you're worried about your sin, what the seed wants from you, or rather, what you really feel."
I wondered if that was true, was the seed simply a reflection of my own envies? Its influence felt more like an intruder at times. But I also hadn't realized how much Inessa's simple existence made me burn until so recently.
I looked down the street, heavy with foot traffic.
"An unpleasantly sunny day?"
"And?"
I was a bat! I was supposed to be nocturnal! There wasn't supposed to be an "and" after that! I sighed.
"Shops?"
"And?"
"People?"
Lupin pumped eir fist. "Exactly! People, full of wants, of virtues. Sin."
Ey was right of course. The street was a cacophony of little songs. Envy entwined with a kaleidoscope of other sins I was far less attuned to hear. None called me the way Mr. Brown had called to me. None sang so loudly or so enthrallingly that I could not but gravitate to them.
Lupin nodded, "Right. Take it in, let their cries flow through you and figure out what matches your own. Make them the mirror that shows you what you really need."
There's something really. Odd, if fascinating, about how Lupin takes to Collective Consciousness, when ey don't really connect or sympathize with people who aren't eirs, exclusively.
Or more like.
Like with the Everything about eir belief system, it's weird Lupin doesn't, or even try to, have friends outside eir team, because.
Hmmmmmmmmm.
What's the difference between a potential Resinner and potential Beast, to Lupin? Why is the latter category worth bonding with and supporting, when the former just amounts to fire and forget, like what makes them matter as people different amounts?
I'm not discounting Lupin just liking Chiro because ey vibe with Chiro personally, but like. Is it just about who ey can expect to hang out with regularly? Or who ey're allowed to hang out with?
Like I feel like I could be complicating an intended takeaway as simple as "Avaritia's central flaw is that ey're a pretty self-interested person who doesn't make the effort to consider eir impact on the world and people whose situations are as bad as eirs", but there's something so niggling about how inconsistently ey invest in each and every individual part of eir Deal.
Was that okay? It was different when Mr. Brown's envy had been so loud that I could barely help but hear. But this was spying, spying on the parts of strangers that they wanted more than anything to to hide, even from themselves. Who was I to peek at all of that for my own gain?
The thought of anyone else doing that to me made me sick to my stomach. And yet, wasn't it just because Avaritia had done that that I'd made it here instead of collapsing in on myself? I wasn't sure if that was the right thing yet. I couldn't believe the way ey did for all I desired otherwise.
"It's fine," Lupin whispered in my ear. "You're not hurting anyone. You're not outing their secrets with the whole world or turning anyone into a Resinner, even. And, look." Ey took a deep breath, "It's obvious you're broken up about the fight. And the only way you're going to move forward, partner, is to figure out what envy means to you. The better you understand yourself, the better you'll understand how to guide that envy of yours and shape it and use it in the right ways."
"Isn't envy, well, envy?"
Avaritia bopped me lightly on the head. That was fair, it was a silly question. Mr. Brown's envy was a haunted longing composition as different from my own howling emptiness as night was from day. Of course it couldn't suffice to delay the inevitable.
"How?" I asked, accepting once more that I would put my own interests over the right thing to do.
Every time I see it I have no idea if that'll make Chiro happier in the end or not.
Now I'm contemplating the ethics of psychic surveillance and voyeurism versus literally enhanced empathy and self-recognition through other and I have no idea what to do with that so I'm moving on.
"Just pick someone with enough of your sin to get a feel for, and, you know…" ey waved eir hand ambiguously.
"What?"
"I have faith in you, partner!" Avaritia gave me a bright and cheerful thumbs up.
"You," thinking of it, Avaritia had talked a lot about how little human contact ey'd had until recently. "You're just making this up aren't you?"
Ey had the nerve to wink at me as ey grinned. "Well, I mostly came to Greed in a big empty castle, but it definitely seems like a good idea," ey said cheerfully.
"Is this an excuse to go shopping together..." I felt bad for saying it. I didn't think Avaritia would really take advantage of my malaise like that. Sure, ey'd manipulate me if ey thought it would help or shove a supernatural seed into me without asking first if ey thought it was in my best interests, but for all eir impulsiveness, ey cared in a way that seemed almost impossible to explain.
It's so weird when Chiro says this. Like there's always this outright statement of "Avaritia wouldn't take advantage of me, like ey already have, for my benefit" that falls short of like. This is hard to articulate, but I don't think there's ever been a reassessment on if this is a status quo Chiro should just, go along with?
Like. Hm. Wow this is Chiro's every "Okay I know it looks like this person is abusing me, but they really actually care" fantasy come true huh.
"It's youth! Youth!" Avaritia said, cutting through my circling thoughts with mock outrage.
"But, seriously, I think… Well, we couldn't really do much of this kind of thing back in the forest. But, just going around school it's wild how different everyone's greed feels. I'm not that good at sensing things. But, feeling all the different ways it can express itself, all the emotions that are greedlike but don't quite have that sinniness to them, it seemed like it would have helped a lot if I wasn't amazing and already had everything sorted out."
I sighed. It was invasive; it was wrong. But I'd already done so much worse. And, I… I'd almost hurt Inessa. I didn't want that. I couldn't do that again even if I did.
Letting Avaritia take my hand and guide me down the street, I took a deep breath and listened.
All around me, songs spread out, quiet and desperate and beautiful in their own ways. I let them sweep me away as I looked for any that might spark something.
A hollow, thumping beat caught my attention. Slow and echoing, it seemed to almost pull everything around it into itself, or it would have, were it not so poorly nurtured. I had it in me to fix that.
Avaritia tugged on my arm and, embarrassed, I withdrew my free finger from my mouth and wiped the drop of blood off against my skirt, eliciting a painful wince from the wolf next to me. Right, I was listening, not making monsters.
"Well, what'd you find that made you react like that?" ey asked, glaring at my skirt as if there was anything noticeable there!
"It's hollow," I admitted as I actually looked at the source of that beautiful little baseline. She was smiling as she window shopped with her friends.
"I tend to think of my own envy as a hollow kind of sound, so one like that seemed like a good place to start."
They were laughing and chatting and I had almost turned their day out into the subject of horror. And yet, the envy was there, thumping quietly in every gesture, as steady as her heartbeat. A part of me ached to release it still, to make her face herself and stop denying that dark little emotion in her heart.
"Tell me more," Avaritia's voice helped ground me.
"It pulls everything in," I answered, thinking. "Or, perhaps it makes everything into more of itself, harmonizing as if it could insert itself into their melodies and pull them toward itself."
I looked more closely. They were staring at a display of jewelry, one of her friends talking. Wondering if she should buy it perhaps? The tiny song in her heart grew ever so slightly louder.
"She's jealous," I said, then blushed. Obviously she was jealous. I wouldn't have noticed her if she wasn't.
"Money, I think," I said at last. I wasn't sure why, but that felt right, or at least close enough. "She has a lot less than her friends; it makes her feel bad and a part of her wants to drag them down to her level."
Understanding came as soon as I put the first bit to words. She hated that they had more, and yet, her envy didn't drive her to grow or copy or become, or perhaps it did. Perhaps the little ways it tunneled into their songs weren't just to drag everyone down but to puff herself up in comparison? She had good friends, so obviously she could be worth something. And yet, it also wanted to tear everything away from them, to expose them for the privileged fools they were and drag them down to the world of have-nots.
"It's complicated," I said at last. Was that bad? Hating the well-off, just a little? I liked to think that society probably should be more equal, and yet, that didn't seem the way to get there.
Well, Avaritia would say that obviously sin wasn't bad, that virtue just maintained a restrictive status quo that only served those on top. But it was hard to think that that kind of quagmire of a vice could really change anything or save anyone. And yet, I still wanted to make her sing at the top of her lungs.
"Want to share more?" Avaritia asked, squeezing my hand gently to help pull me away.
"It's all messy," I said, watching the woman smile and joke. Who was I to judge? Her envy hadn't supped on her veins and replaced her face with a mask. She was nice and kind and happy and that envy was a tiny little thing, not like mine.
Mr. Brown wasn't hard to find. It was lunch. He was in his classroom, grading at his desk as he ate a sad looking ham and cheese sandwich and drank what was probably his fourth coffee of the day. I did not knock. I might have if I was being Chiroptera, but now was the time to let Invidia run free and a Beast of the Abyssal Forest had no need to knock.
He started to say something, but I did not listen to anything he said. Avaritia had been very clear that they wouldn't remember this part. Instead, I flared my wings to intimidate him into silence and turned my ears toward the sin shouting silently in the air.
I let myself drink it in; Wallace Brown's worries about his retirement, his feelings of being trapped in this job year after year after year, while the children around him got to constantly move and grow. He envied that, deep down. He wanted to help them of course, and took pride in the adolescents that passed through his classroom. And that just made the quicksand all the more inescapable. He was trapped and he envied those who still had something new to explore.
There's so much more nuance in Chiro's analysis this chapter, much more attention, and contemplation (which is, of course, the point), and more than that, there's a question of "Well, what does it help to feel this way?"
The way Chiro reflexively validates this lady, she's nice, and kind, and happy, and her envy is so small, what right does Chiro have to judge, it's like...How much of the rest of her do you see? Is it based in a fuller understanding of this person, or because your tendency to lean on a kinder impression of people when you put yourself down in comparison?
"Most people are," Avaritia said cheerfully. "It's a reason why people who are all about virtue are wrong. It's normal, you know, to want in the wrong ways? Anyway," she said, turning from eir imminent campaign speech to the immediate topic, "how do you think it compares to your envy?"
I wondered at that. We were both hollow. We both saw ourselves as failures compared to our friends. And yet, this stranger wanted to ruin her friends, to pull them down. What did I want? I had literally stolen Inessa's face, but I hardly thought I deserved to be Inessa Brandt. Both I and this stranger were hollow, and yet our emptiness was so profoundly different as to be incomprehensible from each other's.
"I'm not sure," I admitted.
Avaritia nodded companionably, "Plenty of fish in the sea Chiro, you'll figure yourself out sooner or later."
Everytime Avaritia says something about eir philosophy I'm just. Well in reality that's true but you're actively bringing about a different reality where people wanting in the wrong ways gets them turned into rampaging monsters.
"It's a reason why people who are all about virtue are wrong." Okay cool but you're not fighting the "We need to stop Sin from happening" people you're fighting the "We need to stop random monster attacks" people and it's making my brain nonsensically fax out this image:
"But with the ability to understand and untangle the roots of people's innermost dark emotions, you could just give them therapy? Actual therapy?"
"TURNING PEOPLE INTO BIZARRE KNICKKNACK MONSTERS IS THERAPY!"
And so it went. We walked down the street and pretended to window shop and talked and I spied on any stranger who crossed my eyes. At the very least, it got a little easier to hold back that urge to set free every petty desire I found.
That particular want, even Avaritia agreed, was the seed mostly. And yet, refusing that urge earned no punishments. Ey were probably right, though it wasn't like I couldn't sympathize. I ached to tell people that those petty desires they buried were fine or good or that they could face those and be richer for it. My envy had grown in the shadows of my heart until I couldn't control it anymore, until it was all I had left. These petty desires weren't like me. They didn't need to eradicate themselves to change.
And yet… I caught my face—Inessa's face—in a window and sighed. Had accepting that twisted desire fixed anything? Envy had given me everything I'd never been allowed to want and that same envy would never let me confuse it for something of mine. I was happier, I thought, as a beast wearing the mask of a hero. But I wasn't fixed. My envy would give me any facade I needed, but my essence couldn't change. It would let me pass on its gifts or not, take the stage or not, so long as I didn't forget that Chiro and Invidia were people I could never be.
Something deep inside my chest pulsed comfortingly, offering a silent affirmation. So long as I basked in my nature, the seed wouldn't turn against me.
Also uh. Damn. You kinda created your no win scenario Avaritia.
Lupin thinking about how great it'll be when Chiro figures out the trick ey've been playing and embraces being a girl: Heyyyy, what did you learn from our self-discovery field trip?~
Chiro: Oh, just that as long as I realize I'll never actually be Invidia or Chiro or anything I deserve to love myself as, the Envy Seed will let me do whatever.
Lupin: .................................Oh.
"It's strange," I said to Avaritia, watching a manager who'd just gotten promoted and begun to resent his employees for 'having it easy'.
Ey looked at me curiously, urging me to continue.
"Just, for so many envy isn't about wanting to change yourself. It's hating what you don't have, but a lot of them just want to pull everyone down with them."
"And that's not how you feel about the Saints?" Avaritia was rapidly developing a habit of rhetorical questions.
"Inessa's…" I didn't know how to express it. "She's a person I could never be. She has things I'll never have, but she's good and right and I don't…"
I didn't want to hurt her, did I? It would explain why I'd been so eager, why I'd needed to escalate this conflict at every turn.
"I don't know."
I'd like to say that I just wished I could become like her. But even I couldn't delude myself into mistaking that kind of admiration or aspiration for a sin. Sins were bitter and dark and twisted even if we needed them.
"I, uh," I couldn't hide it unless I was ready for her to tear me to pieces. "I dream about being a magical girl all the time, about joining them and getting to be that strong, heroic and cu-cool and that's weird because I'm not a girl, so I definitely don't get to be a magical one and boys shouldn't want to be magical girls in the first place! And even if I somehow could, it's not like someone who only wants to show off or be special would deserve it. "
"Let's take a break!" Avaritia's words cut off my musings.
I blushed, even now, ey were taking care of me, watching and looking and knowing me better than I knew myself. In others, I'd hated that pushy halfhearted kindness, but Lupin seemed to get it in a way that they didn't.
"And do what?" I asked, sticking my tongue out at em.
"Well," ey tapped eir finger against eir chin, pretending to think, "I am a greedy greedy girl of course, and I just so happen to have a cute girl out with me, so, it would simply be outside my nature not to take her shopping."
I blushed at that and stammered agreement, letting Avaritia take the lead with a great deal more purpose. And there it was. For all it hurt to see Inessa looking back at me in the mirror, for all the people I pretended to be could never replace Charlie deep down, the pretense alone was light and joy and laughter in a way I wouldn't have gotten otherwise.
I giggled to myself and nearly bumped into a pedestrian.
He was tall and thick and he smelled of alcohol.
"S-sorry," I muttered. Then our eyes met, and he really looked at me and for one terrible moment I was back home.
I wilted under that scrutiny, waiting to be named, to be seen and to be dragged back where I really belonged.
There was nothing resembling recognition in his eyes.
The moment passed and the man walked past, muttering something under his breath.
Avaritia said something; I didn't hear it. Ey froze for a moment, then grabbed my hand and pulled. I stumbled after Lupin, down an alley, through a tear in the world, and back into the comforting emptiness of the Abyssal Forest. Somewhere in that process I managed to tell Lupin I was okay, that it was fine. I wasn't sure if that did anything to assuage em.
It took till I was in my room hugging a pillow before I could manage to give word to thought.
"I bumped into that man and," I took a deep breath. "I thought it was him for a moment. Umm, dad that is."
"I don't think it was." I admitted, then laughed. I hadn't seen him in, what, two weeks? And I couldn't even tell him apart from someone who looked like him.
"But, I just… I expected him to see me and know because, well, even if I've changed I'm still me and even if he hates me, he's still my dad. I was terrified and, even then, I still wanted him to say something. Some little part of me still wanted him to say it had all been a mistake and to accept all this and welcome me back," I trailed off pathetically.
Avaritia, ey was far too much a wolf in that moment to go by any other name, nodded bittersweetly.
"It's hard, isn't it. There were good times too and they're never all bad and you want to just cling to those and you wish that others could see that little bit of it instead of just lashing out or telling you what's good for you. He," I wondered if it was my father ey was talking about or someone else. Either way, the words soothed, "hurts you sometimes and does bad things and that's not okay but that doesn't mean he doesn't also do nice things or that he's not suffering too in his own ways and you want to change things and make them work, even when you know that no matter how hard you try to greedily hold on to every tie you can, something's going to break."
Avaritia stopped abruptly, clamping down on something ey hadn't meant to share.
"Yeah," I said, wondering which of those that had hurt Avaritia so was the one in eir mind now. "And yet, eventually you have to go, and then you can't let yourself go back, can you?"
Ey didn't answer that. In its own way, the silence and the commiseration helped to soothe more than any advice would have.
Wanna have a good long think on that response Lupin?
"wondering which of those that had hurt Avaritia so was the one in eir mind now" Chiro, I think we've all read the Themes and Parallels enough to know exactly who's on eir mind.
Love the like. Redemption Arc Trojan Horse of this all.
And then evening came and Avaritia went to answer Superbia's call, to face eir monstrous savior alone to avoid any hurt to eir precious partner. When ey returned, eir hands were behind eir back, clutching something I couldn't see.
"Hey," ey said, radiating a casual confidence even more brittle than eir usual.
"Hey," I answered back.
Avaritia gave me a confirming nod.
"Thanks for earlier." I added when the conversation froze there into a moment of quiet uncertainty.
To cope with the Abyssal Forest's increase in power, the Saints decide to spend the weekend training. However, when Avaritia's latest Resinner interrupts the girls' training, a shocking development is revealed! Inessa Brandt... can't transform!?
Tune in for Episode 24: Weekend Getaway! It's a Bear, It's a Plane, it's a… Resinner?!
"I got you something," ey said mischievously, as if ey hadn't taken every opportunity since the mall to shower me with gifts. "I was going to wait for a happier time to give it to you, but, well, you seemed like you might need it now."
I blinked at that as Avaritia shoved something soft with a pleasant furry texture into my hands. I squished it experimentally. The plushie flopped. I looked at it and fell in love.
It was pillow sized, and dark purple, with large floppy wings protruding from the sides. It—he had a tailored waistcoat around his round body and long fangs protruding from his mouth.
"I'll name him Count Fruitula," the ears were short and the face had that youthful energy associated with fruitbats, or at least as associated with fruitbats as a plushie could be. Besides, he was clearly too nice to be a vampire.
Lupin's mouth shaped itself into a savage smirk and I felt my cheeks turn beat red.
"So, partner," ey said more seriously. "Superbia wants, well, if it works we could all get a lot stronger, but it'll be a little bit, well, I'll be fine because I'm kind of amazing, but, well, I need to think about this a little and I wanted to see if you thought you'd be okay on your own tomorrow after, well, everything?"
I mock-glared at em. "Of course I'll be fine!" I said at last, "Honestly, I'm not sure what I want to do or what my sin means, but I'm strong you know." Or at least I could fake it now, "I'll be fine on my own."
Ey grinned and thanked me with a quick, eep-eliciting hug, and then ey were gone.
I wondered at that. Avaritia, who declared eir greed was keeping others close and giving them the world, pushed me away the second ey faced eir own worries; that wasn't fair at all. But, well, I didn't understand them the way ey so effortlessly seemed to pull apart my issues. And platitudes didn't feel like the right response. I had too much experience to think that would do anything but make them wall themselves off, desperate not to seem like eir continued worries were my failure.
So Sunday passed in quiet contemplation. Besides, I might have been quite so embarrassed to spend so much of the day hugging a plushie and watching bat videos if Avaritia had seen me.
And, when Monday finally arrived I felt almost whole enough to look my former friends in the eye after everything I'd done. Well, at least I could mimic Inessa's confidence and pretend it was so.
In order to help Inessa cheer up after her failure to transform, Ida takes her and their new friend Chiro for a girl's day out. Unfortunately for the girls, this puts them right in the path of Invidia's latest Resinner. Will Inessa be able to reawaken the flames of purity in time to help Ida defeat the monster!?
Tune in for Episode 25: A Close Shave!! The Root of Inessa's Worries
Man I knew Chiro was gonna have a rough time with the whole 'Get useful emotional comfort for the near murder' situation but I didn't expect it to be. This actually useless.
Yeah...her only source of emotional support is Avaritia, who doesn't really want to kill the Saints but can't articulate why that's a bad idea without contradicting her reasons for going along with Superbia's plan.
Well, there's also Superbia, but...that's the mental health equivalent of jumping in front of a truck.
Can't even run away from feeling bad about Inessa as a vampiric monster...
Yeah...Avaritia has probably been desperate for a bestie ever since Gula left, and for all eir sin brainworms, they know Superbia is a bad choice.
Also Avaritia you REALLY should not have started the 'wow you're so cute and sexy now you're draped in sin" thing when Chiro's wearing Inessa's face like come on. Seriously. You're just making C's complexes worse and not even in the way you think is hot.
God, Lupin. If you're gonna be like that just ask the normal human Inessa out. Everyone can see she's into you. That won't cause dramatic soap opera nonsense when one or both of your secret identities are revealed.
(If this was a real anime, there would be so many Lupin/Inessa slash fics.)
Shadell said:
"Besides, they're enemies! I get that you don't hate them, I don't hate them. But they're trying to stop us from doing the right thing. If they really don't want to fight, they can just not show up."
The writing's been on the wall for Avaritia's justifications. That won't stop em from doing their best to justify everything ey've done for the past two cour, though!
What's the difference between a potential Resinner and potential Beast, to Lupin? Why is the latter category worth bonding with and supporting, when the former just amounts to fire and forget, like what makes them matter as people different amounts?
I'm not discounting Lupin just liking Chiro because ey vibe with Chiro personally, but like. Is it just about who ey can expect to hang out with regularly? Or who ey're allowed to hang out with?
Until Avaritia explains more about what they think about Resinners, "Avaritia cares more about people ey can hang out with than people ey won't" seems like a decent theory to work from.
Bro I don't think you're going to convince Chiro of your endgame the way you think you are.
Like.
What?
BRO WHY ARE YOU TELLING CHIRO TO DO SOMETHING YOU DON'T WHEN YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT'LL DO. PSYCHOLOGICALLY???
...
I've got a funny idea for an edit if anyone can find the original post and not, like, three character PFPs with the individual lines next to them.
Also uh. Damn. You kinda created your no win scenario Avaritia.
Lupin thinking about how great it'll be when Chiro figures out the trick ey've been playing and embraces being a girl: Heyyyy, what did you learn from our self-discovery field trip?~
Chiro: Oh, just that as long as I realize I'll never actually be Invidia or Chiro or anything I deserve to love myself as, the Envy Seed will let me do whatever.
Lupin: .................................Oh.
It was pretty much inevitable. Avaritia saw someone whose repressed desires were making her miserable, did the thing that was supposed to make people feel better by un-repressing her desire, and that made her even more miserable. Ey either need to re-examine eir priorities and beliefs and end up unable to accept Superbia's plans and worldview, or dive even deeper into the behavior patterns that make em miserable out of a sunk cost fallacy and/or fear of change.
And, I mean...someone has to pick the first option eventually, right?
Hm! Wonder what that's about.
"The Saints are tough," Avaritia said. "They wouldn't have stuck around if they'd break that easily."
To cope with the Abyssal Forest's increase in power, the Saints decide to spend the weekend training. However, when Avaritia's latest Resinner interrupts the girls' training, a shocking development is revealed! Inessa Brandt... can't transform!?
Tune in for Episode 24: Weekend Getaway! It's a Bear, It's a Plane, it's a… Resinner?!
Dream Invidia copied the Saints' powers by biting them.
You know, Rice's catch of Avaritia being possibly troubled by Inessa's state. It might be helping crack eir view soon. We've seen that Superbia's plan is troubling em. And trying to turn the city into a nightmare sounds like a recipe for a lot of damage to it. We've already seen how close to disaster the fights are, and Chiro commented on the damage to the salon. I don't think anyone's gonna die, since this sounds like the kind of thing that'd mentally ruin Avaritia, and Chiro if she feels responsible. But I imagine it's gonna cost a lot to the city.
To be fair to the "why are you turning people into monsters instead of giving them therapy" thing, getting people to sit still and accept therapy, especially from an unaccredited weirdo they don't know, is easier said than done, and also takes a lot of time.
Obviously turning people into monsters as a way of "getting them in touch with their feelings" or whatever is very very wrong, but if you somehow lobotomize the awareness of that fact out of the process... well, having had the stress of dealing with someone who really, really should have gone into therapy and instead just poured more and more concrete over their neuroses and insisted other people were the problem more than once in my life, I can kind of sympathize in a perverse way.
To be fair to the "why are you turning people into monsters instead of giving them therapy" thing, getting people to sit still and accept therapy, especially from an unaccredited weirdo they don't know, is easier said than done, and also takes a lot of time.
Alright, time to clear my overdue debts and finish catching up with ALV, I do so rarely get the sheer immediacy on what happens next as I am now, admittedly.
Despite the fact that I should have literally been able to teleport out of my room, my attempts to sneak out early Monday morning nevertheless ended in failure. Accordingly I was coerced against my will into abandoning the giant hoodie aimed at hiding poor Chiros away from the onslaughts of their justifiably angry ex-friends. At least the dress code mandated skirt and blouse Lupin forced on me looked cute together and my earrings weren't going to accidentally inform anyone who I was this time around.
That said, school remained an agonizing exercise in being visible. I could look into a mirror all I wanted, but no matter how cute I looked it still felt like everyone was inches away from figuring out what I really was.
Of course even that stopped mattering as I crossed the school grounds well before the first bell. Temperance was by the doors.
I slowed to a stop as I approached, unwilling or unable to fully cross the final few feet between us. Right, there were bigger problems facing me than my gender anxiety. We stood, facing each other, slightly too distant to talk comfortably, neither of us able to bridge the gap.
Temperance didn't speak; she didn't threaten me. She didn't need to. I knew what she was considering. If anything, I should have been surprised she hadn't already outed me. It made sense that it was over. I'd failed to hide from her and that meant getting caught, especially now that I'd shown I was committed to Sin.
And yet, I'd only had Chiro's mask for a single school day, and even then, the idea of losing it was agony.
"Please don't," I found myself nearly begging.
"Why not?" she asked after a few agonizingly still moments of consideration.
Okay alright I'm ready to see where this conversation is going. We've kinda already had the answer spoiled by the preview but I very much like that it has to be a discussion this time around!
It was a fair question. Why not? The fear of failing Lupin's expectations was an obvious reason. I didn't want to mess up a mission, to leave em making excuses to Superbia, to leave em any reason to interact with Superbia at all. That was the big thing. I might be a silly little bat, powerless to help, but I had to do everything I could to protect my partner nonetheless. Except, that didn't really feel like all of it.
Was some of it because I wanted to keep being Chiro? There was a part of me that liked playing dress-up with Lupin and pretending to be a normal girl, for all that actually appearing in public like this left me a constant blushing mess, bouncing endlessly between anxiety and anticipation. Chiro was supposed to be a mask. Those feelings shouldn't have mattered; they did anyway.
Perhaps I was afraid of hurting them yet again. That raw need to make Inessa acknowledge me for what I was had driven me to violence, and yet now I was terrified of being seen. I had no right to worry about hurting any of them any more. Even so, the thought of not just fighting them, but betraying them again, felt like more than I could take.
"Lupin could get in trouble if I fail," I said at last. It was a low blow, for all it was true. I didn't want to think of what Superbia might do to em for my failures.
Also Chiro I'm sorry to say but you Pushed The Lupin Button so you have to deal with Temperance interrogating you about her ex.
Honestly though I am curious about. Like what would Temperance even have to say about the Inessa Situation between her and Chiro? This meeting even happening is kinda an unexpected swerve (though, logically mostly because I hadn't expected us to come back to school before certain other things were Resolved first), and it'd say what Temperance's concern for the other Saints actually is since that's been. A bit of a cipher?
"Avaritia seemed off when ey attacked us yesterday," Temperance said.
I didn't answer immediately. I hadn't heard whatever plans Superbia and Avaritia were working on, but even then, I knew better than to leak anything to Temperance. And it wasn't like Lupin had told me anything in the morning either. If anything ey'd been distracting emself treating me like eir dress-up doll.
"Ey were stressed about something," I said at last. "But Lupin didn't talk about it."
Temperance cast her gaze out across the playground and sighed in a way that spoke of long suffering familiarity.
"Avaritia really is greedy," she said with something that could almost be mistaken for indulgence.
"Are ey?" I wondered at that. I'd heard the song of Avaritia's greed of course. It was impossible to be near Lupin and not notice. And yet, whatever eir misdeeds or eir impulsiveness, Avaritia had practically devoted emself to saving me. Even eir attitude toward greed seemed to express something I struggled to interpret as sin.
Temperance, for her part, considered her words carefully. I wondered what she was about to say. Was she going to say I was enabling Avaritia? Demand I come back to the light?
"Has Avaritia told you about how we got here?" she asked at last, choosing some incomprehensible third option.
But Temperance's ability to flip the board aside, you really are not considering how Temperance is clearly making the decision to actually answer your question, huh Chiro?
"Yeah," I said, wondering which of those that had hurt Avaritia so was the one in eir mind now. "And yet, eventually you have to go, and then you can't let yourself go back, can you?"
"What?" I asked. I didn't know why Temperance had decided to share, but the information that the eternally calm Temperance had planned to consume a seed so at odds with her everything. It was simply too distracting a revelation to bypass, whatever the rhetorical ploy.
Temperance nodded exactly once, as if I had been asking her to confirm that wasn't a joke instead of to explain, then lapsed back into a silence that stretched for what felt like forever.
"We'd just run away. I was… angry," she smiled ruefully, or at least she tried. Any expression at all still looked forced on her face. "Back then, all I wanted was to lash out at everything. Avaritia was scared it would consume me. For all ey still talk about sin…"
She shrugged. "Avaritia always says that ey ran away for me, but, it was crushing em too. Ey'll betray you in every way that counts if ey thinks it will help, even if ey think you'll never talk to em again. But ey won't ever ask for help with eir problems. Ey wants to help everyone ey likes, but ey won't let anyone help em."
...This is an obvious statement of Avaritia's character, but it's also. Perhaps the most stark expression of how little Avaritia believes in what ey're saying.
Ey. Ey told Temperance to take a less fitting Sin.
...I wonder how else Avaritia has "betrayed" Temperance, in this way and not.
It was a perspective on Lupin I hadn't considered. It was also, very obviously, true. Lupin was lonely, sure, and desperate enough for a friend that ey'd recruited me of all people. But ey had also been barely able to open up enough to push me to go with em to the mall to buy me a present.
Superbia had come up with some strange plan which made em anxious and ey'd run out and gotten into a fight instead of telling me anything. And yet, ey always forced herself into my heart. Lupin's way was to hold eir friends close, live for them and help and refuse to let them do the same.
"Ey really is greedy," I agreed at last, wondering how I felt about that.
There was jealousy at how much better Temperance knew my partner than I did. After all, I was just the cheap copy, the second-rate replacement Lupin had picked up by the side of the road with looks stolen from Inessa and apparently enough feminization that you could almost confuse my plot arc for Temperances'. I'd never have the kind of bond they'd had before Temperance dared to throw it all away.
"Was that why you quit?" I asked, a bit too afraid of what Temperance could do to Chiro to be as passive aggressive as my instincts wanted. A sudden surger of fear in the back of my throat helped recenter me. I couldn't claim to know what Temperance was trying with this conversation, but the matter at hand wasn't my partner's ex's complicated feelings about said partner.
"Avaritia was right to trick me into taking Gluttony," Temperance conceded. I wondered how long that realization had taken her. "Wrath suited me too well. Indulging was different. Even then, it didn't help in the end. It was something new and exciting until it got bitter. And then, I couldn't say no to Inessa when she told me to change. I thought Avaritia would follow."
"Why would you believe ey could?" Temperance's words baffled me there. If there was one thing Lupin believed in, it was eir cause.
"Ey want to keep eir people happy, to keep them close and give them everything. That's eir greed. A Beast shouldn't choose what it thinks is right over what satisfies its sins."
Again, Temperance understood Avaritia more cleanly than I did. And yet—my seed sent a brief flare of pain down my spine as I realized that I knew something about Lupin that Temperance didn't. Despite all the reasons it shouldn't be so, ey still cared about Superbia.
"Is that all you wanted to talk about?" I asked, burying the truth deep down. If Temperance didn't get it, it wasn't my place to share that kind of twisted emotion.
I can't fucking believe you. You're confusing your own plot arc for the whole damn planet.
Chiro's naked fear of Temperance is rarely the correct emotion, but this one time. Maybe. Especially if you KEEP SHUTTING UP ABOUT THE THINGS YOU SHOULD TALK ABOUT COME ON.
Like. Chiro. You kinda literally threatened Temperance with what Superbia would do to em, this is like the one and only human being you might be capable of having a straightforward conversation on how gross and awful he is to you all.
The way the Seed hurts Chiro for realizing there's something genuine that Temperance doesn't have more of with Lupin...Man fuck this.
I bit back laughter. As if I could go back. As if I didn't know already that for all its gifts, sin would never set me free. As if my envy would leave me any room to imagine salvation from its stolen beauty. Worst, the seed wsa still better than remaining where I'd been.
"Are you going to tell them or not?" I wasn't sure just when the power dynamic in the conversation had changed. And yet, Temperance seemed so uncannily open and vulnerable for once. It was surprisingly easy to press.
Avaritia I'm going to be real you backed off from the play you took with Temperance on perhaps the worst person you possibly could have.
Like that's what gets me, apparently the least damaged Beast in the world is the one who was, deliberately given the wrong Seed. And what she did with that less sustained addiction was leave. And like. It's not as if Avaritia made the decision on this premise, because ey are nothing if not flying off the seat of eir pants on impulse, but goddamn you are working cross purpose actually choosing the fitting Seed for Chiro Avaritia.
...Actually, hang on.
The thread has had conversations on how Chiro would actually a lot fit Sloth, especially since C's major malfunction was always about refusing to embrace the effort to change on personal initiative as much as desperate jealousy towards the Saints for shining better?
And. That would avoid a lot of the stalling points in Chiro's Envy Alignment from crashing into the hesitance towards externalized malice over internal harm?
"No," she admitted at last. "But, Chiro," the emotion seemed to drain from her faceas she spoke, until her voice was a freezing monotone, "We all want to help you. But, if you take advantage of letting you stay at school to hurt Inessa again, I will end you."
Temperance doesn't say a lot, but what she does speaks volumes.
Like there's a line in the sand here. It is a very direct statement on what is Not Allowed.
Man I don't say this enough. But I really wish Shining Virtue Angelic Heart was a real show so I could see what the rest of the cast is cooking. Like this story is too well committed to "This is the fic of a hypothetical anime about the missing scenes of a side character turned secondary villain" as a premise not to have me going "Okay but where can I watch the original property, I want to know the rest of the plot. Please."
Like it's the. Integrity to the narrative framing. That we literally have no idea what's going on outside Chiro's askew, underinformed POV, but also there's undeniable interiority to every other character that's a bunch of little jiggling keys trying to lure us around to what's Going On There.
We have so much depth on Chiro's relationship with every major character that it makes it that much more stark that we don't have nearly as much on the interpersonal dimensions of the rest of the cast outside our MC, besides like, Temperance+Lupin being more and more drip fed, but then we get this one line from Temperance, who has been obviously fond and invested in spite of her rigidness towards Chiro for being the egg she wants to give more kindness than she got (and also maybe make out) for this entire story, that's just "Hey if you fuck with her I'll kill you" for Inessa's sake.
It says a MILLION things that go unspoken because this is a story that's all about being the direct inversion of an ensemble cast magical girl anime in central perspective.
Chiro I know being held accountable for you sins is like your kink but maybe. Maybe less.
Just a deeply unfair character, I think the main reason I have all this criticism to say every time I'm here is that this is the most well written villain protagonist I've ever had to stare into the unobstructed brain wrinkles of for the entire duration of the story.
We walked in silence for a few minutes. There was nothing left for us at the moment but to return to school.
"Mr. Brown's recovering well," Temperance said at last. "He seemed a lot less stressed."
"That's good, he deserves it," I said, as if I was really the kind of person good enough to even really remember that my actions were theoretically meant to help him.
Chiroptera: We have nothing to do but return in silence.
Temperance: Hey.
Chiroptera: God damn it.
Okay this is the first time ever we've heard about the condition of a Resinner post-Resinning (and from a former Beast...) and I'm like.
What does this DO to people, is it stress relief if you get it beaten out of you? Is it stress relief even if you don't get it beaten out of you??? Like what happens to Resinners if the Saints don't kick their ass I can never figure out how it benefits anyone but Superbia's wackass endgame without that context.
"Inessa's fine, physically," Temperance added a few minutes later.
My muttered thanks would have been too quiet for her to hear, and yet, somehow her footsteps grew qualitatively more smug for the rest of our silent walk back to campus.
"Hiya Chiro!" Inessa greeted me in second period, faking a smile in a way that twisted the knife.
"Hi," I replied, somehow ignoring the contradictory urges to scream, attack her, run and break down begging for forgiveness. I didn't manage to say anything else. At least, I could take solace in knowing that she would finally see me for the monster I was from now on. Really, it was a kindness to crush the illusions she had held onto over a boy who'd never been real.
It also helped that Ida seemed as pained by Inessa's pretenses as I was. That didn't help make second period any easier. Inessa's malaise even lingered past her physical presence, haunting us all through third period chemistry. Ida and I barely managed to exchange any words.
At least fourth period left me alone with my guilt. When the bell rang, I managed to pick out the sound of Ida's approaching footsteps and hide. And that meant that she didn't get to commit a literal war crime by dragging me to the Saints' table again. And sure that meant sneaking into an empty classroom for lunch, but I was evil now! That meant I could do rebellious things like have lunch outside the cafeteria!
Okay, so I still felt a little guilty about breaking the rules, but it was still a lot better than getting forced to sit with both Inessa and Temperance. Inessa's fake smiles were an old friend from back before she'd suddenly found herself. Seeing her return to anything resembling that bitter state when she was supposed to be so much better than me now felt fundamentally wrong.
But, I didn't deserve to comfort her. And really, had I even been that in the wrong? Maybe I'd taken things a bit too far, but she was the one who showed up to my monster attack and started shooting at me! She was the one who refused to acknowledge my own agency, to accept that I wasn't just that pathetic boy in need of saving anymore. No, the more I thought about it, the more I was okay with what I'd done. I was evil now and the sooner my former friends understood that, the less they'd suffer as I proved, again and again, how far I was willing to fall to join them on stage.
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I ducked out of school immediately after classes ended and hurried back as fast as I could to the Abyssal Forest.
Chiro reaaaaally likes to present it as "Inessa is just thinking about that deadname boy when she's convinced of my better side" as a way to ignore feeling really really bad about everything, which is some, drastically advanced tech on the level of trans denial we're looking at here.
Inessa's fake smiles were an old friend from back before she'd suddenly found herself. Seeing her return to anything resembling that bitter state when she was supposed to be so much better than me now felt fundamentally wrong.
"Avaritia~!" I called, feigning a good deal more enthusiasm than I felt as I pushed open the unlatched door into my room, "your adorable partner's home, so let's go do some plotting or something!"
"Ah, Invidia," his voice was as shrill as ever and it still felt like fear, "I see you have been adapting."
It seemed that it was not, this time, Avaritia who had left my door open as they sat awkwardly on my bed waiting for my return. Mr. Noir did not often wander the Forest beyond his throne room and quarters; at least, that's what Avaritia had insisted. It seemed today was an exception.
"Mr. Noir," I gave him a shallow curtsy instead. Avaritia had cautioned me to avoid our boss, but had told me exactly how to behave if that proved impossible: demonstrate obedience, accept what he said and go to em if there were any larger problems. Above all, I was not to start a confrontation. It wasn't hard to remember; I was used to following rules like that in my relationships.
"Superbia," he said with disdain, "as I've told you Invidia, there is a power in names."
I lowered my head, acknowledging the reprimand. I couldn't start a fight, couldn't argue. And yet, it would always be Mr. Noir that had pretended to be my confidant, had twisted me around his fingers for his own ends. Some part of me refused to acknowledge that we shared the same species now.
He eyed me silently for a few moments, "I must say, I did not expect this degree of aberration, boy."
For once he wasn't twisting things around. My sin had transformed me in strange ways. And yet, it still inspired a spike of icy rage that threatened to overcome my instinctive fear at his presence.
He surveyed me for a few moments, those horrible eyes meeting my own until I could no longer meet his gaze. Then he shrugged, "perhaps you are not quite of the caliber I initially thought, but it is clear you embody Invidia well. I am glad to see that you have not entirely failed to reach the potential I saw in you."
"Thank you," I said, trying desperately to say it in a way that didn't sound like I really meant that I wanted to claw his eyes out.
Superbia's stare told me exactly how successful I'd been. He paused for a moment and his presence grew far louder, a sound so sharp and bright it could cut. His sin was light itself, monotone, glorious, and capable of pressing itself over any other lesser noise. It brooked no defiance, no stain on his glory. The raw power of his presence was overwhelmingly greater than Avaritia's or mine. It drove me to my knees, struggling to breathe, to perceive anything besides that terrible might.
Then the noise eased. Superbia looked at me as he might consider a bug, "It is your nature to have jealousy for your betters. So long as you remember your place, these expressions of your sin are tolerable."
I wanted to laugh; I couldn't imagine what would happen if I did. Superbia thought I was jealous of him? Of everyone involved in this entire performance, Superbia was the one person who had nothing I wanted to imitate. No matter how strong or how sure of himself he was, I wanted nothing of his brittle pride or his casual cruelty.
That alone, Pride could never be allowed to know. I could see that, seeing the feel of him. Pride saw envy as its natural consequence. To resent him, to want to steal his power and his status, was only natural in Superbia's view. To look upon him and despise him instead? This, I knew instinctively, was a blasphemy of the highest order.
"Thank you, sir," I let fear dampen my voice. He would appreciate that.
You know there's a lot I can get into with this, but I think I'll leave it at. Mr. Noir teaching Chiro how to hate really is his greatest service in this story.
Really good writing. Actually immaculate ambience for Pride As A Powerset. Makes me feel perfectly obliged to killing this guy with a rock.
"Good," he said stiffly. "I have a mission for you."
"What about Avaritia? I understood my missions would come from em," again I did not have to feign the slight tremor in my voice. He wouldn't destroy his most useful lieutenant; but I had no illusions that Superbia wouldn't punish em in all sorts of ways if he felt it necessary to spare his vanity. He really was just the same.
"She," he practically spat the word. Avaritia must not have been high in his esteem at the moment, "has been reminded that her other duties warrant a great deal more haste than she was inclined to give. I believe it necessary to inform you of this plan personally, and to assure you that if either of your incompetence ruins my work there will be consequences."
"I am glad you understand. This weekend, it shall prove necessary to distract the Saints to ensure that they are busy as Avaritia completes her task. I do not believe they are likely to interfere with work in the Forest, but there can be no allowance for errors."
There was nothing to it, and I'd already committed to fighting the Angelic Saints. Whatever lingering stage-fright I still felt over taking the place that I'd sacrificed so much to claim, I could never go back to being C.
"As you command." The poison fruit was far more bitter than usual.
You know I am. Not even sure this would do anything? Since, as Noir himself says, it's mostly the case the Saints just react to shit instead of trying to make ground in the Abyssal Forest (I gotta wonder if the rescue mission made him just a little less secure in that, though), and that's especially the case now that Inessa is tapped out.
But then, there's a more obvious angle than "Noir is actually really worried about the Saints getting in the way", and that's a reminder of how He's The Boss, and Avaritia doesn't get to direct eir little underling as ey please if ey aren't doing what ey aught.
Of course, given the next episode preview only mentioned Inessa and Ida together with Chiro, that might mean this powerplay ends up less than useless with the piece on the board left in play...
My first battle had been a heat of the moment thing. I had been angry and stupid and had someone there that stimulated all of my instincts as the incarnation of envy. Mr. Brown had been the kind of person Avaritia spoke of, someone whose sin needed an outlet, who seemed to have found some solace in the days after the attack. Preparing to just unleash a monster somewhere where the Saints could find it was far more anxiety-inducing.
The fact that I hadn't seen Avaritia in the Forest at all since Superbia's comments about assigning em to other tasks did not help my mental well-being. I should have at least been able to hide at school. But, having let Avaritia dress me up twice, it would have obviously been suspicious to any snooping magical girls if I stopped now. So, despite the absence of the wardrobe police, I had literally no other choice than to keep dressing up in cute outfits and doing my makeup every morning.
Worse, while Temperance had decided to ignore my existence completely for the moment and Inessa remained In A Mood, Ida was worse than either. For whatever reason, she seemed to have fixated on Chiro: dragging me around, forcing me to eat lunch with the group despite my presence worsening the tensions already tearing things apart, and otherwise trying to befriend me at every opportunity.
Fortunately Ida's schedule remained an exercise in self-flagellation. She had relatively little time to breathe, sleep, or stalk new friends and it was only during classes and lunch that she proved inescapable.
Honestly given Ida is the Least emotionally perceptive Saint, it's incredible that she's landed on "Okay the problem is No C so we should get the closest thing to C in the room to fic this" as a solution and she's enacting it using. C.
Or it should have been like that. Except, during lunch on Thursday, she'd openly defied the mood to gloat about a rare free Saturday and invited everyone to join her on an outing to a new salon a family member was running.
And it wasn't like I could refuse the offer. It wasn't that I wanted to try going to a salon, or that it was obviously meant to cheer up Inessa!
No, It was simply that Chiro—the fundamentally good girl I was pretending to be—was supposed to be a caring and surprisingly intuitive person who went out of her way to try and support those around her. And, well, if I just had to distract the Saints, maybe making sure the spa day proved distracting would work better than trying to hurt them again.
Ida was clearly counting on us to help cheer Inessa up and turning her down would have made Chiro seem like a monster and obviously that would break my cover. So I had no choice but to agree to attend. It was simply completely outside my control.
Temperance had looked at me with something between profound exasperation and lingering resentment, then announced she had a prior commitment, and I felt a flash of guilt. Obviously she knew this whole thing with Inessa was my fault and that I was low-key a terrible person for just pretending to be their friend like this. Obviously she didn't want to be around me at all and obviously, seeing me play nice with Inessa and hiding that I was the reason for her current struggles had to hurt her.
But, that meant that I definitely couldn't back out after making Temperance give up her spot for me.
Temperance I am SO SORRY this dumbass is making you live like this.
But also you're clearly using this as cover for sneakily hunting down Lupin while Chiro completely forgets that this plan is meant to distract ALL the Saints independent of this blatant ruse cruise to have a spa day with the besties.
"We'll be there soon! It's just another block or two. My cousin's great! I don't really go for all that girly stuff personally, but it's nice to find an excuse to visit her every now and then." Ida smiled, as if we were doing her a favor by being here, desperate to keep Inessa active and engaged. I wondered what responsibility she'd pushed aside to make time for this.
"I've never really done the whole thing like this. It's a little bit scary to be honest…" I blushed and looked away.
Well, mostly I was afraid of what Superbia might do to us if I messed up his plans, or what I might have to do if the Saints decided they suddenly had to run out for some unspecified emergency. But Chiro wouldn't have any reason to worry about that, so she was allowed to be nervous visiting a fancy girly place like this.
"Never?" Ida asked, surprised.
Oh right, a real girl would probably have been to places like this all the time.
"Well, dad never approved of this kind of thing so, like, mostly I just got a friend to help style my hair and I haven't really gotten any other stuff done," I didn't actually know what other stuff entailed, but I was sure it was strange and girly and forbidden.
Chiro you're not trying hard at that "I'm not actually concerned about Inessa's well-being or driven to do right by her outside this cover up" pretense.
Inessa is just...God. What a travesty of a romance fiend.
I blushed, because obviously this would embarrass Chiro. Invidia—the very serious, scary, evil bat—had abandoned mundane emotions like shame, so I would never really be awkward or shy about this, I just had to keep up appearances.
"I don't know," I admitted. "Ey're really nice to me, but, it's, well, a little complicated." Besides, any interest Avaritia had feigned in me could easily be attributed to the fact that I'd stolen Inessa's body, or that she was treating me like a replacement Temperance. Either of them was quite the catch.
Inessa pumped a fist. Her heart wasn't in it, but this was still the best I'd seen her since my most recent betrayal.
"Well then," she pulled me closer and whispered conspiratorially, "we'll just have to make sure you come out of this so cute your friend won't have any choice but to confess."
"Please," I said, method acting as the kind of person who found the idea of being desirable agonizingly desirable purely on its own terms, even if it was obvious that there was no way anything could really come of it.
Ida shook her head sadly at us, "Honestly, you're both… You can just try it and see if they're interested! This isn't rocket science!"
"Oh, Miss I have no free time? What would you know about dating?" Inessa was too far from any of her crushes to collapse into a black hole of shyness, so she had no problem retaliating against Ida's comments. I wasn't quite sure what to feel about this working. I didn't want Inessa to suffer, not really. But, even the writhing sin inside of me wasn't sure if it wanted her to recover this easily when it was her turn to feel bad.
Ida smiled imperiously, "I've had lots of boyfriends!" she said, her voice thick with hubris.
"Wait, what?! Lots?" I had, of course, gotten all this gossip from Inessa before, but Chiro hadn't.
She nodded, "Two in high school so far!"
"And who are you dating now?" Inessa asked rhetorically.
Ida deflated, "no one," she admitted.
"And why is that?" Inessa ruthlessly slammed shut the jaws of her trap.
"I don't know! They kept complaining that we never had any time to do things together, but we always did lots of stuff together!"
Inessa tutted, "Ida, Ida Ida…" then she turned to me and explained for my benefit, "she had Javed agree to manage the girls basketball team and then kept having 'study sessions' with him where she actually just studied the whole time."
Ida had the grace to blush, "How was I supposed to know that Javed didn't mean studying when he said I should come over to study! Studying is important and working side by side with your boyfriend just seems like it would be really nice…"
She looked desperately toward Inessa and me, "I-is it too much to want a boy that doesn't mind that I'm as tall as he is, or stronger than him, who won't tell me to act girlier, and who actually cares about improving himself like I do? Is it so bad to want someone who can keep up with you?"
I didn't know a thing about dating boys, and despite being one for most of my life, my own gender seemed an alien species to me half the time. Inessa, likewise, had exactly zero experience dating. But it wasn't a hard question to answer.
We glanced at each other and nodded silently.
"Yes, way too much!" we chorused.
"Ida," Inessa said, not without sympathy.
"You absolutely deserve a boy who accepts you and likes you and supports you as you are; but..." I continued somberly.
"No one can keep up with you!" Inessa announced the final verdict as I nodded along consolingly.
"Let's just go inside," Ida responded, resigned to her sentence.
Inessa and Chiro's absolute tag team destruction special...
Like it cannot be understated though.
These bitches are talking a lotta trash for people who are completely failing to land so much as a crumb of ass.
WHO WOULD WIN: Lesbians who can't even confess long enough to be rejected, or straight girl who lands dates long enough to be dumped for her character flaws?
Gallantly, she pulled the door open to a small salon, the sign outside drawn in a pink cursive font that bespoke a forbidden territory people like C weren't to enter.
Oh sure, I'd always dragged myself to Supercuts every time dad decided my hair was getting too long, but this was different. This was the real deal, a world I'd never dared venture into for fear of how I'd be seen.
I took a deep breath and…. let it out in a disappointed sigh as it looked pretty much identical to its off-brand imitations. Chairs spaced far enough from each other to allow comfortable access from all sides, black plastic sinks with headrests specially designed for washing hair, and a few busy employees. No one was at the register, around which a small set of seats were positioned for waiting. The decor was nicer of course, but it lacked that air of essential mystery I'd been dreading and anticipating. It was just a place like any other.
"I'll be with you in a second, Ida," the voice came from someone who was obviously Ida's cousin. Just like Ida, she was tall—enough to tower over me now—and had a dark complexion. Though slimmer and less muscular than our resident sports addict, her eyes carried that same sense of indefatigable purpose.
Ida nodded, then glared at us both, "Not a word to Nia about boyfriends," she whispered urgently, earning silent nods from both Inessa and I.
She looked at us oddly for a moment, "You know, you two really do look alike."
"Do we?"
Inessa glanced at my face, searching curiously for a few moments. I feigned confusion, hoping that my secret was not about to accidentally be revealed in a moment of casual observation.
"Yep, you could practically be… sisters," Ida said, wincing as she reached the end of that sentiment.
The smile fell from Inessa's face, "I don't think I'm feeling so good, after all."
Ida cursed quietly under her breath, then stepped in to hug Inessa.
"What's wrong?" I asked, wishing I could be literally anywhere else.
"Alright," Ida's cousin returned, "I'm still putting out a few fires, but if one of you wants to go with Kelly now, she had a cancellation and we should be able to get to all of you…" Nia's voice cut off as she saw the situation.
I looked awkwardly between Ida and her cousin.
"You can go," Ida said, looking at me over Inessa's shoulder, "Inessa's going through some issues. I should stick with her for a sec."
C would have stayed. He was close and awkward but he'd known Inessa better than anyone, and there was no real point to him if he couldn't even help comfort her. Chiro was an outsider in this situation who was also secretly an alter identity of Invidia, who was literally an embodiment of envying Inessa.
And that meant I was allowed to just leave, even if a part of me still managed to feel bad for doing it.
"If you're sure," I pretended to be a little hesitant before leaving at one final nod from Ida. Besides, Inessa needed better support than a jealous bat like me.
"Everything okay there?" Nia asked as she led me toward the back of the salon.
"She's been doing pretty bad all week," I said sadly, "Ida staged this whole thing to help cheer her up, but I'm not sure it'll work too well."
"Well, we'll see about that!" Nia grinned, taking it as something of a challenge, "I can't let that little cousin of mine rely on me for once and not fix things, now can I?"
"I'm not sure," I said, hesitating. I could imbue her right now, allowing her to sprout in the next few hours and taking care of my obligations to Superbia. But, this was Ida's cousin's shop. It could get destroyed. Would this be breaking my deal with Temperance? And… could I really just do that again? Mr. Brown had been one thing. His anger demanded release; but Kelly's sin was smaller for now. I ached to set it free, as I always craved sin's release, but it was harder to justify forcing it.
"Keep it fairly close to what you have now?" she asked.
I hesitated. I was Inessa's mirror, and that included the hair, even if green was a clearly superior color. I remembered the way Lupin had looked at me, had started flirting as soon as I looked like eir old enemy. It was all jokes of course, playing up the new girl's confidence. And yet, looking like Inessa had to make it easier.
Nia had said that a style change could change your perspective. Inessa had joked about winning over Lupin with a new look. And yet, I had no value of my own. I was an imitation, nothing more. My sin writhed at the idea of breaking that pattern.
"Actually," I said, wincing at a sudden burst of tightness in my chest, "let's change things up a lot. Something shorter? More stylish? Like a…." My sin writhed in irritation under my skin. Its roots gently tightened around my heart and it tore at the underside of my skin, peeling away at me as if to say this mask was a gift and a reminder, and if I refused to play my part it could be torn off of me at any moment. And yet, Avaritia had said pushing it could be good, to learn more about myself and… I just wanted to sit down and change my look like I was a real girl who could just do that and not look in the mirror and see even her hair tell her how fake she was. It was just my hair. It wasn't like I wouldn't still know.
The flickers of agony were one thing. Just as fundamental a problem is that I wasn't a real girl. I had not been schooled in the arcane language of describing hair styles. I fumbled for a word, anything to avoid looking like an imposter, "Maybe a bob?"
Kelly ran a hand through my hair, gently undoing my ponytail and handing me the scrunchy, "Yeah, I think that could work well for you. Let's get you washed up and get to it."
I let out a relieved squeak, satisfied to have passed this test as Kelly escorted me from her chair to one of the sinks and began gently shampooing my hair. It felt relaxing enough that I could almost ignore Invidia's discontent.
Instead, I dipped a metaphorical fang into Kelly's sin. I had to know what made her feel so similar to me to decide whether I would release her. Hers was no great mystery. She saw Nia, who wasn't much older than her, running the entire salon and she wanted that for herself. Alone, that wouldn't have been enough to stimulate my seed. But, she buried it down deeper and deeper, acting ever the kind friend and loyal subordinate as she denied her own desires and resentment, pushing it under worlds of pressure.
I managed to hold it back until she was wrapping up my hair and talking about all the other ways I would get pampered today. But my sin was unhappy with me, and this restraint was one imposition too many. A flicker of weakness was all it took to let Envy's thorns pierce my skin, to let myself push a single drop of sap into her chest. We were close enough that it wasn't hard to hide.
At least this helped calm the writhing envy inside of me. It did not like that I had abandoned, to some extent, my mockery of Inessa. Feeding it another's envy served to soothe and distract and its grip on my heart loosened.
Of course, where Resinners usually took hours to blossom, my sin approached hers with startling enthusiasm, practically pouring out of me to give her everything it could in punishment and reward alike. And that meant my Resinner had all the sustenance she needed to grow strong far more quickly than I'd been anticipating.
Her transformation was instant. One moment she was standing next to me, the next she was approaching Nia in a daze as her arms deformed and stretched into massive scissor blades, her body following-suit with the transformation.
Bad Cut mashed its blade-arms together in an effort to separate Nia's head from her body. Fortunately, Nia slipped and fell to the ground in shock, leaving the blades to close over empty air.
Diligentia's familiar "Steadfast as the Earth" followed a few moments later as the Saint of Diligence rammed into Bad Cut with her shield, shoving the Resinner through the salon's doors and into the street.
I winced at the sound of shattering glass. How expensive would the repairs be? Would Nia have to give up on the store because I couldn't control my sin?
Still, Ida and Inessa would make short work of a single Resinner once they transformed; that should have been the case. Instead, Inessa stood there, fingering a bracelet with worried indecision and nearly getting hit by a piece of stray glass.
"Come on!" I shouted, dashing toward her only a little bit faster than Chiro should have been able to move and pulling her toward a back room. Bad Cut faced Diligentia and spread its arms as wide as they could go before beginning to spin like a helicopter. I shuddered to imagine what that might have done if it was still in the salon.
Inessa didn't react, but did allow me to pull her through an employees only door into a back room. She was shaking.
"What's wrong?" I asked stupidly. Chiro would have no reason to wonder why a friend panicked at the sight of a monster. That was the expected reaction.
"I…" Inessa sagged against a wall, "I can't do anything."
"What do you mean?" I asked, feigning confusion. Chiro wouldn't know how wrong those words were from Inessa's lips.
"I'd decided to just charge at everything straightforwardly, to be pure and just and help people, and…" She was trembling.
Inessa was terrible at keeping a secret identity. Absolutely terrible. I should probably be taking advantage of this, twisting Inessa further until she lost any chance of regaining her power in the short term. A part of me wanted to. A part of me wanted to shove in the knife, to pull her down into the swamp with me. And yet, that felt wrong. This was not the Inessa I longed to be.
"And?"
"I… there was someone close to me I thought I was helping. Things were bad for them and not in the way I could just punch," Inessa said as if she hadn't punched a great many threats to my well-being, "but, I thought that if I just told the right people and faced them honestly, tried my best and gave them a hand when they needed, it would all work out."
"And something went wrong?" I could hear the sounds of the battle in the street.
I'd made a promise to Temperance. And evil or not, I couldn't just abandon that if I wanted to keep being Chiro. My sin, for once, supported this. Everything I was was a pale imitation of Inessa Brandt. A part of me wanted to show her how futile her efforts were, how little she could do, how little she could understand. And yet, Castitas was a perfect hero, beautiful and strong and pure of heart. She wasn't supposed to be so weak or so vulnerable.
Inessa sighed. "They hurt me," she admitted. "Things got really bad, but I thought that was finally what they needed, maybe, to really let us make things better for them. I really thought we could take them in and show them how much nicer things could be from now on, to really help them get out of the state they've been in for so long, but…"
"They took advantage of your kindness and betrayed you when it counted the most?" I said, knowing the answer.
"No!" Inessa practically shouted, "They… did lash out and they did other things," she wasn't in any condition to find a vaguely plausible explanation for me almost strangling her, "but it wasn't that. It was… They said they were jealous of me."
She trailed off into silence.
"They were jealous of me, and I'd never even noticed. I thought I understood everything, thought we knew everything about each other and that I knew how to help and…" she sighed. "They lashed out and, well, I wonder if I was really helping at all. Even when I kept trying to approach them, they just got worse and worse. And now I can't even fight."
I wondered about that. What Purity meant to Inessa. The absence of lust was, well, I couldn't see Inessa being Castitas on those grounds. But, that sincerity of emotion, to put her heart in her actions and to genuinely love those around her, to care about her everything. Was that a part of it?
I couldn't believe I was the one stuck doing this. I'd abandoned the role of giver of platitudes and bland moral encouragement to take a place on stage. But I couldn't leave Inessa like this.
"Was that really how they felt?" I asked neutrally, "and, just because they reacted badly doesn't mean you did anything wrong. Maybe, deep down, they're just not someone that deserved saving; maybe you tried your best and that's okay and that just means you're a good person and they weren't."
Inessa shook her head furiously, her still-wet hair flopping around her.
"No, there's no one who doesn't deserve saving! But… if trying to help just made things worse, how am I supposed to fix things?"
That I couldn't stand. Still, after all my betrayals, after showing her I could still stand on my own as a magical girl every bit her equal, Inessa Brandt refused to see that any of it was my choice. To her I remained an object in her story. Even now, she refused to abandon me, refused to just let me sink into the Abyss. Her doubts weren't over her misjudgement, but the fact that she'd failed to pull me out of the mud on her own.
"What?" she asked, taken off guard by my bitterness.
"Have you actually ever looked her properly in the eye and asked her if she wants you to save her? Does she want to go back to that status quo where she's always waiting on you to save her and can't take a single step forward for herself?" that wasn't fair, Inessa asked how I was doing all the time, "And if you didn't see she was jealous, have you ever really seen her at all?"
Inessa hesitated. In the silence, I could hear Ida's shouts, followed by the sound of something breaking.
...Chiro is using "her"...When the whole conversation prior referred to "them"...
Chiro interrupting that line to say 'it's not right, she had tried to', because what this is really about is. Allowing the unfairness. Being able to say it at all.
"Maybe she doesn't need saving. Maybe she needs to find a way to stand up on her own and talking about saving her just makes her remember how terrible and worthless she is. Maybe what she needs is someone who will actually respect her enough to let her make her bed and lie in it. If she wants to be your enemy, just accept that she's your enemy and stop ignoring everything she does or giving it a pass when she hurts you like she's not even responsible for her own actions."
I was hyperventilating.
"N-not that I know anything about the situation, sorry. That's just… I think it would really feel pretty rough to have your friends act like they can fix you." Yes, that was very smooth. Inessa was absolutely about to call my bluff.
Instead, she sat pensively in silence for a few moments.
"Then," she asked, with more than a hint of desperation, "What do I do?"
"I don't know! I'm not that person!" I said like someone remembering that they definitely weren't supposed to know what was going on, "Maybe you just need to accept that you can't go back to whatever status quo they clearly don't want! Maybe you sit down and just face her on her own terms for once instead of deciding how things should be like that's your job!"
Inessa frowned, and she repeated a few words to herself. Then, without any rhyme or reason, something broke through the despair and she began to laugh.
"You're right Chiro," she said, pulling me into an uncomfortably warm hug for a moment. "I can't go back and, I don't know how to go forward yet," she said, as if that was some kind of revelation. "So I just need to start over, face her head on and figure out where to go together," She smashed a fist into her palm for emphasis.
"BAD CUT," a Resinner screamed in the other room. Inessa started, then started to laugh guilelessly.
"Right! First that."
Her eyes practically seemed alight with an inner fire. No, on closer examination, those were, in fact, actual sparks. Her bracelet, likewise, had begun to glow red and I could see what seemed like the outline of a halo behind her head.
Even without transforming, I could see the image of wings stretching out behind her.
Abstractly, I felt that my words would somehow come back to haunt me. And yet, even my sin was pleased. Here was an Inessa Brandt worth copying.
Good job signing the writ of your side of this war's destruction buddy!
...Does Chiro taking the initiative to refer to C by She/Her mean I can FINALLY use pronouns for her!?
MAN I HAVE BEEN WAITING ALL STORY, you would not BELIEVE how difficult it is to committing to not using any kind of pronouns besides "you" for the principle character of a webnovel I have written. 22 posts and 29-ish k words about.
Why did I do that? Well I just didn't want to use pronouns Chiro didn't agree to have used, and then it spiraled from there.
The Abyssal Forest begins working on a terrifying new plan that could destroy the entire city if not stopped! Will the Saints manage to track down and defeat this new threat before it can plunge the city into an eternal nightmare? Meanwhile, Inessa comes to a decision of her own!
Tune in for Episode 26: Sweet Dreams! The Saints' Counterattack Begins!
To be fair to the "why are you turning people into monsters instead of giving them therapy" thing, getting people to sit still and accept therapy, especially from an unaccredited weirdo they don't know, is easier said than done, and also takes a lot of time.
I don't think that "Why are you turning people into monsters instead of giving them therapy?" is literally asking why Avaritia doesn't become a therapist. (Though having an emotion sense might help with that.)
The focus, I think, is on "Why are you turning people into monsters?" Does that cure more mental anguish than it causes? Why do you think this is the best way to help them?
But Temperance's ability to flip the board aside, you really are not considering how Temperance is clearly making the decision to actually answer your question, huh Chiro?
To be fair, she never expects anyone to listen to her.
...This is an obvious statement of Avaritia's character, but it's also. Perhaps the most stark expression of how little Avaritia believes in what ey're saying.
Ey. Ey told Temperance to take a less fitting Sin.
Man I don't say this enough. But I really wish Shining Virtue Angelic Heart was a real show so I could see what the rest of the cast is cooking. Like this story is too well committed to "This is the fic of a hypothetical anime about the missing scenes of a side character turned secondary villain" as a premise not to have me going "Okay but where can I watch the original property, I want to know the rest of the plot. Please."
Like it's the. Integrity to the narrative framing. That we literally have no idea what's going on outside Chiro's askew, underinformed POV, but also there's undeniable interiority to every other character that's a bunch of little jiggling keys trying to lure us around to what's Going On There.
We have so much depth on Chiro's relationship with every major character that it makes it that much more stark that we don't have nearly as much on the interpersonal dimensions of the rest of the cast outside our MC, besides like, Temperance+Lupin being more and more drip fed, but then we get this one line from Temperance, who has been obviously fond and invested in spite of her rigidness towards Chiro for being the egg she wants to give more kindness than she got (and also maybe make out) for this entire story, that's just "Hey if you fuck with her I'll kill you" for Inessa's sake.
It says a MILLION things that go unspoken because this is a story that's all about being the direct inversion of an ensemble cast magical girl anime in central perspective.
Avaritia is greed. That's what ey is. That's all ey're allowed to be. Eir every impulse must contort itself into that shape. That's the power wielded by Smug Snake.
Mr. Noir teaching Chiro how to hate really is his greatest service in this story.
That's not entirely true. He only taught her how to hate other people.
Honestly given Ida is the Least emotionally perceptive Saint, it's incredible that she's landed on "Okay the problem is No C so we should get the closest thing to C in the room to fic this" as a solution and she's enacting it using. C.
To be fair, Chiro is really bad at not acting like C. For instance, look at how quick she is to badmouth C when the other girls bring her up.
WHO WOULD WIN: Lesbians who can't even confess long enough to be rejected, or straight girl who lands dates long enough to be dumped for her character flaws?
How has Avaritia convinced herself that this is the best way to help these people?!
MAN I HAVE BEEN WAITING ALL STORY, you would not BELIEVE how difficult it is to committing to not using any kind of pronouns besides "you" for the principle character of a webnovel I have written. 22 posts and 29-ish k words about.
I've got the opposite problem, where she's systematically identified every name anyone's used for her as something she considers separate from herself. Chiro is the mask she wears at school, Invidia is the sin writhing inside her, C is the person she used to be.
Compartmentalization is a hell of a drug. Honestly, Temp had to realize that she was trans thanks to Aviritia. Ey's enby butI'm sure on some level she gets it.
Avaritia is greedy enough to want to enjoy Temperance's happiness because ey feel like another sin would not allow them to be their best self. Genuinely fucked up behavior.
The thread has had conversations on how Chiro would actually a lot fit Sloth, especially since C's major malfunction was always about refusing to embrace the effort to change on personal initiative as much as desperate jealousy towards the Saints for shining better?
I will be serious and say I strongly disagree with this. Sloth is laziness and apathy, which isn't Chiro's problem. Rather than try to explain it in words, I want you to imagine somebody with an entirely different conceptualization of math, that thinks that even numbers added together always needs to equal an odd. This is something they feel deeply passionate about, perhaps have put years of scholarly work into supporting. And then somebody points out to them that 2+2=4. They wouldn't immediately abandon their preconceptions and agree that their entire paradigm is wrong, right? That doesn't even really make sense. They'd probably argue- okay, so 4 is two numbers away from two, but that doesn't mean that the act of addition would get you those numbers. Even if you got them to concede that 2+2 does equal four, they would go to great lengths to explain why this was an exception- two is the first even number, for instance, so perhaps because of this it flies akin to the rules that govern their worldview. Perhaps it's because it's the same number, and that balances it out in a way different from normal behavior, akin to the relationship between negative numbers. And so on.
Now to us, those seem like absolutely silly and bizarre rationalizations, and not connecting basic dots. But to them these are radically important, because otherwise they have to face a terrifying conclusion that they were wrong all along, and that they don't truly understand the world around them.
I would argue that none of the sins really fit Chiro well, in part because her fundamental problem isn't something captured by them at all, except in isolated parts that are, as Chiro has shown, in some ways actively deceptive if you view them in isolation.
You simply don't understand how much pain it is for Chiro to have to dress up in pretty clothes. It's agony really, but she has no choice, it is her cross to bear.
There's an argument that C's general approach to the problems in his life that he acknowledged was kinda passive, or that coming up with rationalizations to deal with her problems is more slothful than acting to correct them.
Sloth definitely fits our protagonist better than Lust, Wrath, Greed, or Gluttony. And even if Superbia was willing to share his sin, her pride was worn down by years of something that was definitely not abuse, stop worrying about it.
If you're going to argue that Envy doesn't fit C, but you still want to assign her to one of the sins, Sloth is really your only option.
Sloth would, for C, probably push against her own self-realization. Leaning more into her depression, her self-deprication and her desires to just stop feeling or thinking at all.
It's work well, on some level, but instead of sad egg to sad girl who gets to be silly sometimes, it'd be a much darker path imo? Perhaps sloth as escapism wouldn't be toooo depressing, but it still pushes against self-knowledge in some ways.
Pride Chiro would probably be the more interesting abstract take around how egocentric she gets in her depression. Greed and gluttony are a bit trickier to justify, though I can see it somewhat, wrath would be incredibly actively self-destructive and lust, well, we saw how that ended.
For Temperance, her gluttony (consumption of luxuries writ broadly) helped her come to terms with her gender as something other than a source of bad feelings. And also just… getting to enjoy things she was denied until then and indulging in that instead of her suffering and her anger helped divert her a lot. Which isn't to say it wasn't destructive in its own ways or that it was the right move to take a seed at all.
Yeah, Pride Chiro seems like it would an interesting direction to see. Her whole issue with feeling powerless and lesser, how she lost her role as Inessa's protector, how she often talks herself down and others up, but also indulges in how she's "the better Inessa" from time to time and bragged about being able to take two people at once, and seems to underestimate her friends' honesty and or.
You know, in hindsight it's actually pretty obvious that Temperance resonates with Wrath and Patience more than she does with Temperance and Gluttony. Because dealing with all this shit without flipping her lid must take so much patience.
Actually, classical church philosophy places Sloth as closer to despair. Seeing all the different ways in which you're inferior and could better yourself, and then simply not doing anything about it, because as anyone who's ever had to deal with Depression can tell you? Change is hard and hope hurts, so it's just easier to resign yourself to the knowledge that you'll never be worth anything, and spare yourself the perceived certainty that all your efforts will only bring more painful disappointment.
Which come to think of it, while there's not actually any evidence for it yet, might foreshadow some things about Ida and her romantic character arc? We'll see I guess.
Honestly given Ida is the Least emotionally perceptive Saint, it's incredible that she's landed on "Okay the problem is No C so we should get the closest thing to C in the room to fic this" as a solution and she's enacting it using. C.
To be fair she has to some degree clearly landed there completely by accident, given that the dogged pursuit of Chiro is blatantly her following up on the Saints organizational belief that Chiro is a Saint candidate, driven only even harder in her workaholic tendencies by Innessa being out of action.
Like yes, she clearly does want to help Innessa here, that's not a lie or anything, but she's also trying to forcibly drag Chiro into the Saint's little group so she can be added as a Saint so they can have more advantages against the Beasts.
It's also probably to Chiro's unwitting misfortune that, what do you know, she's still the same person she was when she was C so she still gets along with Innessa whether she wants to or not. So dragging her along even does probably help cheer up Innessa, and obviously so.
But all the constant hounding of Chiro that leads up to this? That's the workaholic tendencies in action.
Recent reactions have made me focus more on something, and I think it's at least a little interesting - the core misunderstanding Temperance has about Avaritia. Temp seems to think that Avaritia would have left with her, but was too committed to the cause to do that, but I don't think that's really the case at all. We know that ey prioritize the people ey care about way more than that, right? Ey even call the ideology and overall plot the "party line".
"I'm selfish," Avaritia added sadly, "I'm pretty awesome I mean, but, well, at the end of the day, party line aside, I'm not doing this for the world. I'm doing it because I think there are people like you, like Gula, like me who need it right now and, like, ultimately, I'd let the world burn if my important people get to be happy."
It's more that Temperance doesn't know that Superbia falls into that list. Most of Lupins early actions, before getting Chiro to care about, are pretty Superbia focused, and ey're willing to work with a nominal Luxiria who seems to unsettle em to make Superbia's plot work out, and so on.
But why wouldn't Temperance know this? She was there when they met Superbia in the woods, right? It makes sense that Chiro is on the outside and slowly noticing the parallels to her dad and the abuse there, but Temperance would have had much the same treatment. So there's still some missing element that had Avaritia see something in him worth caring about or being invested in, I think.
Recent reactions have made me focus more on something, and I think it's at least a little interesting - the core misunderstanding Temperance has about Avaritia. Temp seems to think that Avaritia would have left with her, but was too committed to the cause to do that, but I don't think that's really the case at all. We know that ey prioritize the people ey care about way more than that, right? Ey even call the ideology and overall plot the "party line".
It's more that Temperance doesn't know that Superbia falls into that list. Most of Lupins early actions, before getting Chiro to care about, are pretty Superbia focused, and ey're willing to work with a nominal Luxiria who seems to unsettle em to make Superbia's plot work out, and so on.
But why wouldn't Temperance know this? She was there when they met Superbia in the woods, right? It makes sense that Chiro is on the outside and slowly noticing the parallels to her dad and the abuse there, but Temperance would have had much the same treatment. So there's still some missing element that had Avaritia see something in him worth caring about or being invested in, I think.
Besides wandering through my new home, the next few days dissolved into anxious waiting. Avaritia seemed to take the initiative to talk to Superbia on my behalf, and while I hated the loss of agency, it wasn't hard to see that neither of us wanted to have anything to do with the other. Besides, Superbia wasn't a big 'taking suggestions' type of leader or a 'listening to other people' type of leader either as far as I could tell. So I doubt I really missed much hiding in my room or soaring around town at night.
Not, of course, that I wasn't busy. Avaritia suspected others with the potential to become Abyssal Beasts might lurk in our school, so, while eir father had abandoned the location after finding me, ey wanted me to infiltrate. And that meant practicing to the point that I could pass as a normal girl.
"What about Avaritia? I understood my missions would come from em," again I did not have to feign the slight tremor in my voice. He wouldn't destroy his most useful lieutenant; but I had no illusions that Superbia wouldn't punish em in all sorts of ways if he felt it necessary to spare his vanity. He really was just the same.
"She," he practically spat the word. Avaritia must not have been high in his esteem at the moment, "has been reminded that her other duties warrant a great deal more haste than she was inclined to give. I believe it necessary to inform you of this plan personally, and to assure you that if either of your incompetence ruins my work there will be consequences."
Lupin makes running interference between Chiro and Superbia, and more so giving her missions that obligate spending time outside the castle frequently, the status quo of Chiro's Beast career, to such a habitual degree that it's not hard to imagine that ey did the exact same thing for Temperance, especially since—
"Maybe you can't explain how you could have it, so you think about it, but you can't bring yourself to admit you want what you want and legitimize yourself and I could just tell you but then you'd just growl and resist and bite me and then go all guilty and be all 'woe is me' for a month and shut down and refuse to think about anything. Gula did that back in the day before we got her sorted out! Anyway, that's what the seed will help with! It'll feed on your sins, those nasty dark longings you can't deal with and then it'll use that power to give you what you need even if you're still scared to want it!"
"Avaritia was right to trick me into taking Gluttony," Temperance conceded. I wondered how long that realization had taken her. "Wrath suited me too well. Indulging was different. Even then, it didn't help in the end. It was something new and exciting until it got bitter. And then, I couldn't say no to Inessa when she told me to change. I thought Avaritia would follow."
—Lupin had to have become Avaritia before Temperance was Gula, because they mutually corroborate that Avaritia was already "managing" Temperance on a position of Sin-liness, which is interesting in the context that Temperance was the one took initiative to leave the Children of the Forest, but naturally flows from everything that's been said about Lupin's tendency to conform:
"What was your childhood like?" I asked instead. I couldn't place a lot of what she said into any semblance of a normal life, but enough sounded alarming, even beyond the fact that her uncle was evil, that I found myself worrying for Lupin.
"It sucked and I hated it." Lupin responded cheerfully. "They did everything they could to try and make us into 'virtuous children', no matter what would have broken along the way."
I winced at that. "I'd say 'I'm sorry,' but that wouldn't cover it, would it?"
She shook her head. "No, but we got away, in the end. I mean," she laughed, "I'm pretty flexible, you know. I could have bent myself up enough to fit in without breaking. But we didn't and now things are better and someday we'll get to go back and force them to see that they're wrong and then there won't be any more kids like us!"
"I'm not going to do that. It's," I hesitated, unable to voice how off that felt and suddenly gripped by a feeling of intense unease, as if the winds that kept my fragile soul inflated was about to scour away this new face, "I need to sit down."
"It's okay," Lupin pulled me to one of many chairs in the changing room, "you shouldn't go against your sin like that you know, but it'll pass soon."
"So," I managed, struggling to distract myself from the horrible scouring sensation, "because I felt envy of you, but I wasn't willing to let it reign and imitate…"
I'd known, intellectually, that it could happen, but there was horror in seeing how easy it would be to lose everything I'd traded my life for.
"Probably," Lupin admitted awkwardly, "Sorry about that."
Ey wasn't transformed, so eir tail was only metaphorically between eir legs.
"It's fine," I managed eventually, "it's probably better to feel that now than in battle or sometime important or something."
Lupin gave me a thumbs up, "Thatta girl! It can be helpful too sometimes; I'm not just saying that to get out of responsibility! The better we understand how we relate to our sins, the more we can draw on them."
I wondered about that. What was envy really? I admired Inessa, Ida and Temperance; and Lupin. That went without saying. But admiration wasn't a sin. Or at least, it didn't feel sinny. Envy's power was imitation, well and inexplicably, bat wings and, I somehow knew, sonic blasts; but mostly imitation. So what was the difference between aspiring to be like someone and envying them?
"It's okay if you don't know; better actually," Lupin's momentary guilt had immediately given way to suave confidence. "Sit with it for a while, let it come to you and see what your sin likes and what it doesn't. You'll figure out more eventually."
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.
She shrugged. "Avaritia always says that ey ran away for me, but, it was crushing em too. Ey'll betray you in every way that counts if ey thinks it will help, even if ey think you'll never talk to em again. But ey won't ever ask for help with eir problems. Ey wants to help everyone ey likes, but ey won't let anyone help em."
Ey bend so ey won't break, and ey'll twist emself twice as backwards if it means benefiting someone ey love. So really, it's only natural Lupin dropped whatever eir reservations were at max speed if becoming a Beast was the obvious path to giving Temperance the safest position possible.
Being the one given responsibility to coax Temperance over to Beasthood, and then playing mediator between her and Superbia afterwards, would do a lot to explain why Temperance is more detached from his influence, and she's already blatantly more confrontational by nature even BEFORE you get blasted with the Ira reveal, she wouldn't have submitted to Superbia enough to, "benefit" from his more "tolerant" quirks, like Lupin has molded emself to cataloguing:
They laughed and patted me on the head, "No worries. I said any so I mean any and that means she is fine. I mean, honestly, I've been liking the idea of trying out Spivak a lot lately" I had no clue what that word meant, "But, well, Superbia's himself and you gotta be careful how you talk to him. And coming out as an enbie would be hard while, you know, just saying that 'oooh, look at me I am soooo greedy. I have to have alllllll the pronouns all to myself, how strange the nature of sin' is pretty easy, and he will absolutely roll with basically anything you justify like that."
"That's awful," I winced, wondering what it would be like to be unable to tell your closest companions who you really were. If Gula was gone (I wasn't going to think about what that might mean just now) I could see why Avaritia craved a friend so badly. Her only remaining companionship was a superior who bossed her around and yelled at him all the time and didn't even accept them for themself.
"Nah, it works out in the end, he's totally chill with basically anything you can justify under feeding your sin. Like, with you, when you turn into a girl, we'll just lie and say you were so overcome by the inertia to fit in that you turned into one of them as completely as possible, and need to use she/her pronouns to affirm your sin or something. He'll get confused and have a boomer moment and then shrug and go along with it."
"It's hard, isn't it. There were good times too and they're never all bad and you want to just cling to those and you wish that others could see that little bit of it instead of just lashing out or telling you what's good for you. He," I wondered if it was my father ey was talking about or someone else. Either way, the words soothed, "hurts you sometimes and does bad things and that's not okay but that doesn't mean he doesn't also do nice things or that he's not suffering too in his own ways and you want to change things and make them work, even when you know that no matter how hard you try to greedily hold on to every tie you can, something's going to break."
Would Temperance know whatever this, pain Superbia is going through is? No, because he never gave her a reason to look, and Lupin only was in the position to because ey contorted into a shape that could discover these soft spots, imagined and not, as a survival tactic.
It, doesn't help that there are, certain explanations that come to mind for what would nail Lupin to his side of the board even if ey weren't committed to something ey genuinely saw in contrast to Temperance:
"Why not?" she asked after a few agonizingly still moments of consideration.
It was a fair question. Why not? The fear of failing Lupin's expectations was an obvious reason. I didn't want to mess up a mission, to leave em making excuses to Superbia, to leave em any reason to interact with Superbia at all. That was the big thing. I might be a silly little bat, powerless to help, but I had to do everything I could to protect my partner nonetheless. Except, that didn't really feel like all of it.
Was some of it because I wanted to keep being Chiro? There was a part of me that liked playing dress-up with Lupin and pretending to be a normal girl, for all that actually appearing in public like this left me a constant blushing mess, bouncing endlessly between anxiety and anticipation. Chiro was supposed to be a mask. Those feelings shouldn't have mattered; they did anyway.
Perhaps I was afraid of hurting them yet again. That raw need to make Inessa acknowledge me for what I was had driven me to violence, and yet now I was terrified of being seen. I had no right to worry about hurting any of them any more. Even so, the thought of not just fighting them, but betraying them again, felt like more than I could take.
"Lupin could get in trouble if I fail," I said at last. It was a low blow, for all it was true. I didn't want to think of what Superbia might do to em for my failures.
Temperance considered this for a few moments.
"Let's talk," she said finally and began to walk away from school.
Chiro is the only one who says it explicitly, but it's clear that every Beast believes that Superbia would punish their partner(s) if they fuck up, so what kind of calculus do you think ran through Lupin's head when ey realized Temperance leaving could provoke something, Worse from Superbia, if he didn't still have a subordinate he could foist field duties to?
Lupin returned to the belts, "I'm too greedy to stop her if taking the wrong path helps her work through some things. And she looks a lot happier now, so it's probably working out for her." Lupin's voice was too carefully magnanimous to be as okay as she claimed to be. There was something there that had yet to scab over and I wondered what the story was. No matter what, finding out that someone you were close to—Mom's face flashed through my mind—felt better off without you specifically in their lives… That had to hurt.
"But," Lupin sneered, "They should know that I'm greedy enough to take her back the moment that she finds out exactly where that road leads. Besides, I've got the most adorable new partner now, so there's no need to mope!" she winked at me meaningfully then dropped the belt back into the display and moved to examine a shelf full of skirts.
I found myself picturing Lupin and Temperance together. Something about that felt familiar and I couldn't help but wonder if Lupin and Temperance had been an item. As far as I knew, Lupin had only started school this year, so it wasn't impossible she'd known Temperance before the latter transferred in. I had no clue what mistaken path Lupin would think the Saint of Temperance was taking, but I had no business asking really.
"That doesn't seem very greedy," I fired back instead.
"Of course it is! It's the greediest thing of all!" There was an undercurrent of zeal in her voice, "To steal a little happiness for yours, even if it means they get to make mistakes and do the wrong thing, that's greedy. Otherwise, why'd everyone care so much about making sure you only get to be happy if you can do it while you look and act 'right.'"
So, about Ida. I wonder if she'll hate Chiro. They had like, only a few rapport moments. Inessa until now seems utterly believing of Chiro, while Temperance can sympathize. Ida, on the other hand, could feel angry and betrayed. And so we'd have someone who condemns Chiro like she wants to be, but not for all those things she thought made her awful and thus unworthy of being a Saint or being their friend. Chiro thought her friends were being too nice and in denial, but then comes someone who actually hates her. This could shake up her beliefs.
Welp. We did get Temps going "I'll end you if you do that again", and Chiro being comforted by that. But she ain't leaving the internalized transphobia and ableism train.
You know, had been doing some jokes about mafia Michael adopting Temperance and being wrathful over protecting her, so the Ira twist is funny.
Throwing herself at impossible challenges because someone had to stand up for goodness and virtue even if they fail would satisfy a lot of C's complexes and distract enough from being in her own head that she'd probably obsess less over things. Getting to be a girl for it wouldn't exactly make it less appealing, and she's probably admitted she's trans by episode 4-5 since she doesn't have the spare mental capacity to really agonize over that. At the same level, she isn't really thinking about coming out at all and mostly tries to stay at home and keep a low profile.
now that inessa is back in action, chiro has to put some more work into being her dark mirror. give invidia a little more pride and elegance, a little more of that vampire spice, to stand up to the new and improved castias
Anyone here remember the Ultima games? Because I'm wondering how the Saints would be like if they were based on its Eight Virtues (Honesty, Valour, Compassion, Honour, Justice, Sacrifice, Spirituality, and Humility) instead of the Christian Seven Virtues? I could see Inessa, Ida, and Temperance falling under Compassion, Valour, and Honesty respectively, them being the base virtues.
I thought of Ultima together with ALV as, after the series established its Virtue system in Ultima IV, it then proceeded to question and scrutinise them and their consequences in following games. Mainly in Ultima V and Underworld, with the former about a tyranny in which these virtues are enforced, and the latter about a failed utopia built on these virtues. There's also beings like the Shadowlords and Guardian which embody the opposites of these Virtues, kinda like Beasts in function.
No idea if the Ultima games were an influence on ALV though, though if they were it wouldn't be out of leftfield, as I believe Shadell's at least heard of the series.
Though this all gets me picturing the Saints taking orders from Lord British instead of Michael, which I doubt would be much of an improvement