A Little Vice (Trans Magical Girl fic)

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Now that Superbia is out, the tone really is different. Avaritia Wolf doesn't seem to realize how vile eir uncle is, probably rationalizing it away.
Also, I was expecting MC to be Ira, considering how wrath covers self-hatred.
 
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Now that Superbia is out, the tone really is different. Avaritia Wolf doesn't seem to realize how vile eir uncle is, probably rationalizing it away.
Also, I was expecting MC to be Ira, considering how wrath covers self-hatred.
C's hostility towards the conditions of her own existence doesn't have the kind of fire that it'd take to go with Wrath. I would argue that proper Wrath requires a certain hot, redblooded ferocity that C has, if anything, a negative amount of.

Superbia trying to get C to give in to Lust was really dumb, but trying to get her to give in to Wrath would have been even dumber. Possibly- and this is difficult to imagine- too stupid, even for him.
 
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I mean, people who commit suicide are classified under wrath, as far as I know. Doesn't look ferocious.
 
The argument for Sloth here would be kind of interesting, because it's implicitly Disassociation and Detachment as the practice of Sloth. I guess a C focusing on that would be even more dreamline in her every day life, floating through things and losing time, not engaging with anyone....

Probably less dramatic for the anime, though!
 
I was wrong, I realized, as she looked me up and down. It wasn't Lupin. Sure, her face, build and general aesthetic looked oddly similar, and she shared Lupin's trademark purple highlights, but this girl had a large pair of wolf ears on her head and a tail.

Her outfit looked like a twisted reflection of Inessa's, keeping the frills and assorted ribbons, but trading the skirt for a pair of shorts and a tighter top that managed to slim her build down instead of accentuating it. All she was missing was the halo. She made up for it by exuding chaotic malice and having a pair of wicked claws I'd seen tear through concrete.

I recognized her instantly: Avaritia Wolf. She was the most persistent and dangerous of the Saints' enemies, and the most frequent culprit behind the many monster attacks I'd stumbled into.

"Hiya Luxuria; I'd say it's a pleasure to finally meet you as me, but uncle dearest has told me alllll about what a messed up little freak you really are deep down, so I honestly have no idea why we're welcoming you into the fold." She even sounded like Lupin, though the other girl's basic compassion was nowhere to be found in Avaritia's eyes.
For everything else going on in the story, C being genre savvy enough to figure out who the Saints were while being too genre blind to do the same for the villains (even after Mr. Noir's villain speech) is hilarious. (I'm sure there's some magic hypnosis explanation that would make this considerably less funny, but I don't want to hear it.)


Oh. Of course I wasn't doing a good job at hiding how bitter things had gotten.
Feels like "everyone is terrible at keeping secrets" is a central theme of this story. (With the exceptions of secrets protected by magic hypnosis or trans eggshells.)


"What does Mr. Noir have to do with anything?" Ida asked, worry clear in her voice.

"He's got the whole evil dragon thing going? You fought Superbia right? You must have noticed they're the same person!"
I know this doesn't feel like a glass-houses situation, Ms. "It's not that weird for a guidance counselor to encourage me to sin in those words," but I assure you it is. Especially considering your current condition...


Another mechanics-related thing: Clearly the perception barrier is pretty dang strong, in this update they say it's basically impossible to get past it unless you see the person in question transform or if they directly tell you their true name. Now, the Saints do appear to have this barrier as well, so why could C through it, and so easily at that?
Didn't C mention Inessa accidentally saying her own name once or something?



Inessa answered, speaking around a bite of cracker, "Right! The beasts infuse the sap of the First Tree that's been poisoned with sin into people and, when their sins go out of control, it crystallizes and they turn into Resinners."
I know this is out of step with the rest of this post, but...was calling them Resin-ers an intentional pun?


The argument for Sloth here would be kind of interesting, because it's implicitly Disassociation and Detachment as the practice of Sloth. I guess a C focusing on that would be even more dreamline in her every day life, floating through things and losing time, not engaging with anyone....

Probably less dramatic for the anime, though!
...for C's sin thingy? Given that her transformed form is a mirror image of Castitas, I'd be willing to bet cash that it's Envy.
 
Sooooo I wonder how the whole Magical girl stuff will work for him once he is in fact no longer being Beast Envy in his Dreams primarily is if he can just switch to Girl form whilst not going full Magical Girl
Also no way in Bloody hell hes not Envy simply for how His Dream self Acts
 
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Lust is a fairly straightforward dickwad bigot read of trans people - your old "autogynephilia" if you like, Wrath I don't rlly buy for C, Sloth could be a kinda apathetic dissociation thing, Pride could be interesting but probably for a girl who isn't C, Gluttony is honestly a pretty niche sin? Always seemed odd that it's one of the Big Seven tbh, and greed would again apply probably better to a different hypothetical trans girl than C.

Envy frankly is the only sin that I think really tracks with C, which isn't a big surprise! Envy is the one she got, after all.
 
Gluttony is honestly a pretty niche sin? Always seemed odd that it's one of the Big Seven tbh

While I am by no means an expert, I believe that at the time the Seven Deadly Sins were being conceptualized, there were a number of socially-influential schools of Christian thought that held that self-control and suffering and a general sense of asceticism were holy and therefore desirable. Therefore, Gluttony became one of the deadliest sins as a counter to the supposed holy nature of denying oneself food beyond what was strictly necessary to keep one alive. I suspect it made far more sense in the context it originated in than it does now after several hundred years' worth of cultural drift.
 
The early Christians were also taking a lot of cues from the Greeks (see also: women), and, well, here's what Plato had to say on the subject of cooking skill:

Plato said:
SOCRATES: [Flattery] can impersonate each of the four branches of expertise [exercise, medicine, legislation, and justice] and make herself out to be any of them, whichever one's persona she takes on. She isn't interested in the slightest in the best course of action, but she traps and deceives foolish people with the promise of maximizing immediate pleasure, which makes her seem better than any alternative. Cookery impersonates medicine, for instance, and pretends to know what food is best for the body; so if children (or adults with as little intelligence as children) were judging a contest between a cook and a doctor as to which of them -- the doctor or the cook -- was the expert on the on the subject of good and bad food, they'd sentence the doctor to death by starvation!

I call cookery a kind of flattery, then, and I maintain that it's contemptible -- this point is addressed to you, Polus -- because its aim is pleasure rather than welfare.
 
I think everyone agrees it's envy. I just mentioned I thought it would be wrath and then sloth was mentioned as an hypothetical. Also, lust and gluttony can be interpreted beyond sex and food, I think. On wikipedia: "a psychological force producing intense desire for something, or circumstance while already having a significant amount of the desired object. Lust can take any form such as the lust for sexuality (see libido), money, or power. It can take such mundane forms as the lust for food (see gluttony) as distinct from the need for food or lust for redolence, when one is lusting for a particular smell that brings back memories" and "over-indulgence and over-consumption of food, drink, alcohol and other recreational drugs, or wealth items, particularly as status symbols." Course, those expanded meanings end up with a lot of overlap.

For wrath, I had expected C to copy the magical girls while lashing out with her self-hatred at others but not her friends, though now it's apparent a Beast's sin has to be enjoyable or freeing. Envy was out of my mind because I expected it to hating and attacking those you envy, and while C is indeed attacking her friends, I thought her aggresivity was inward and at the people she though she was like. And turns out envy can be just the unhappiness at lacking.
 
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Lust and gluttony would probably be the worst and second worst fits for C respectively. I think I could justify the other 5 were C to have been assigned one, which she has not. She just is having perfectly normal mundane dreams.
 
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Lust and gluttony would probably be the worst and second worst fits for C respectively. I think I could justify the other 5 were C to have been assigned one, which she has not. She just is having perfectly normal mundane dreams.
Uh huh. Yeah ok. I'll totally believe that.

If it actually isn't Envy, please do not just laugh at us from behind the privacy of your computer screen. Laugh at us openly so we can know we've been made fools of.
 
Since snakes are associated with envy, she probably has the power copying based on copying powersets as "skins", like a snake would shed skins. There's also the story of Tiresias, who swapped sexes by hitting pairs of mating snakes. With the association of snakes with medicine, maybe her magical girl version would be a support type that enhances her friends powers, by directly amplifying them or copying and doing joint attacks?
 
Lust is a fairly straightforward dickwad bigot read of trans people - your old "autogynephilia" if you like,
I think I saw it from the perspective of eggs who tend to mistake their gender envy for attraction, like what C was doing. While that might be related to AGP, I don't think it actually stems from that, or at least not in whole.
 
Also no way in Bloody hell hes not Envy simply for how His Dream self Acts
It's heavily implied that C's "dreams" are actually happening, and that the "dream" is just how her conscious mind interprets the time she was under the—
Lust and gluttony would probably be the worst and second worst fits for C respectively. I think I could justify the other 5 were C to have been assigned one, which she has not. She just is having perfectly normal mundane dreams.
Hm. Can't tell if Shadell is toying with us or clearing something up.
For all the justifications C gives, it's still weird that she'd have dreams about beating up her friends in the name of evil and think that was normal.


Lust is a fairly straightforward dickwad bigot read of trans people - your old "autogynephilia" if you like, Wrath I don't rlly buy for C, Sloth could be a kinda apathetic dissociation thing, Pride could be interesting but probably for a girl who isn't C, Gluttony is honestly a pretty niche sin? Always seemed odd that it's one of the Big Seven tbh, and greed would again apply probably better to a different hypothetical trans girl than C.
Or a not-hypothetical enby.
"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."
I suspect that Avaricia spun C's feelings as envy towards the magical girls, Superbia went "Well he has sin powers now, so I guess you're right," and then they went back to their villain stuff.


I think I saw it from the perspective of eggs who tend to mistake their gender envy for attraction, like what C was doing. While that might be related to AGP, I don't think it actually stems from that, or at least not in whole.
Considering that the specific mention of "lust" comes from Superbia (who seems to be, at best, trans-insensitive), I'd guess it has more to do with AGP than egg rationalization. Though that rationalization is definitely the only reason C went along with it.


Also: Thinking about what pronouns to use for a fictional character who is very obviously trans, but doesn't realize it, is weird.
 
Considering that the specific mention of "lust" comes from Superbia (who seems to be, at best, trans-insensitive), I'd guess it has more to do with AGP than egg rationalization. Though that rationalization is definitely the only reason C went along with it.


Also: Thinking about what pronouns to use for a fictional character who is very obviously trans, but doesn't realize it, is weird.
The way I saw it was that Superbia saw that C had a great obsession for Castitas, to which he thought "Boy obsessed with girl? Must be lust." And to be fair that would be the Occam's Razor explanation, but let this be a lesson on why philosophical razors are guidelines, not rules.

As for the pronouns thing, the way I see it is that we the readers are uniquely advantaged in that we can know for certain things that characters in the story can't. So I can (and do) refer to C with feminine pronouns because that's clearly the way the story is going but if I were to make that same assumption about a real person (or if someone else in the story did that to her) that would be horribly presumptuous. Hey, what was that Lupin was doing again?
 
I think I saw it from the perspective of eggs who tend to mistake their gender envy for attraction, like what C was doing. While that might be related to AGP, I don't think it actually stems from that, or at least not in whole.
This bubbles through my head and reminds me of something I saw in an article written by a lesbian who remembers thinking of her teenage crushes: "do I want her, or do I want to be her?"

Envy and attraction can definitely be entangled in nearly anyone, even if they aren't always.

Considering that the specific mention of "lust" comes from Superbia (who seems to be, at best, trans-insensitive), I'd guess it has more to do with AGP than egg rationalization. Though that rationalization is definitely the only reason C went along with it.
My theory is that Superbia had one of the aforementioned boomer moments and just entirely missed figuring out that C was trans and planned to turn 'him' into a male villain.

He didn't think C was autogynephilic. He just thought that C was the usual kind of gynephilic.

Hey, what was that Lupin was doing again?
A person capable of taking upon oneself the personification of greed turning out to be self-centered and not really caring about the propriety of one's actions? Shock!
 
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So from a Watsonian perspective, Superbia almost certainly didn't see C's trans-ness and then try to figure out why "he" really feels this way. But from a Doylist perspective, the way he describes her maps pretty cleanly onto a boomer trying to figure out why trans women feel that way. (Hence, the AGP comparison.) Neither is wrong, per se, but they're trying to answer different questions.

I suppose the synthesis of those two perspectives would be something like "Superbia completely misread C, in a way that Shadell picked because it aligned with a certain kind of real-life villain".
 
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These apply to the work as a whole: depression, dysphoria, internalized transphobia, transphobia, abusive family, abusive counselors, suicidal Ideation.
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On that cheery note, let's start reading!



As it turns out, I forgot to actually quote things for later commentary. Oops.

I guess the main takeaway here is that C's painfully dense. This is relatable: so am I.
 
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Boy is this a week to throw myself at this bad boy, but I am nothing if not committed to good fiction.

I had expected Inessa to grill me about Lupin, now that she'd had a full day to recover from being called adorable. Instead, she was pensive, to the point that she didn't even acknowledge it when I greeted her outside her door.

"Something wrong?" I asked, doing my best to moderate my good mood for her sake.

Inessa startled and looked up at me. "Oh, hey C! It's, like, umm, so Ida has a rival who she was finally ready to beat at Lacrosse and they were gearing up for a big match and she thought her team would win, but then…"

I gave her a look. She blushed.

"Oh right, I don't have to do that anymore!" Inessa smiled at that, then glanced around to make sure no one was in ear's reach.

This is funny. Literally the masquerade has gone inside out and they don't even know.

"So, uh, we were fighting Avaritia last night, after she turned one of Ida's teammates into a Resinner and it seemed like we were finally going to beat her, but…"

"A Resinner?" The unfamiliar word sounded odd on the tongue.

"The monsters we fight. They're called that because their sinful emotions are crystallized into amber with the sap from the Abyssal Forest so that…. Look we can explain this later, that's not the important part!"

"D-did you come up with that or do they go around calling themselves that, cause it sounds pretty silly for the things that routinely threaten to murder like half the town."

"Michael's name for them," she sighed impatiently.

"Listen my bird tries very hard, please be nice."

Okay, so amber sap is the method used to turn people into monsters of the week, because the Abyssal Forest is tree themed.

Hmmm, like tree resin? That actually explains Shadell's pronounication well.

"Oh right, you've been talking about him for months. Who's Michael?" I asked despite myself.

"M-MONTHS?!" Inessa stared at me in shock. I bobbed my head up and down. She slumped in shame. "The one who gave us our powers. She looks like a cute plushie and claims to be the archangel Michael; but, can we get back to the important part?"

I froze, "S-so, like, you're telling me Christianity is right but also has magical girls and angels that are plushies?"

Inessa frowned at that, "I guess? I dunno, I think it's kinda different! Anyway, back to the new girl!"

"Oh right!" I cut in, Inessa's worries mattered, but the revelation that Michael was a girl had made me remember something important. "Avaritia said ey like Spivak pronouns, which I had to look up, but I think that means ey use ey/em, so we should be careful when we talk about em."

And we're finally introduced to Michael's deal, including her gender, which I'd been vaguely uncertain about, appropriately given this is also the point C explains that Avaritia's pronouns, which clarifies what ey meant by Spivak here:

"But, like, let's take a step back." she said, "I'm Avaritia Wolf, any pronouns."

"Oh no!" I flailed, "Everyone's been misgendering them? Him? Uh, You, right that's how it works. It's still 'you' when I'm talking to you and, umm, sorry!"

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."

It explains the pronoun shuffle last chapter, C must have already looked it up by the dream sequence.

What IS up with Christian angels being plushies tho.

Like clearly the Abyssal Forest is Animals and Trees, so how does that factor into the Angelic Saints being equal and opposite forces while being directed by, a stuffed animal?

Maybe it's manufacturing, civilization by contrast to the wilds?

Inessa's eyes widened, "She-ey is an enbie?! Oh no, is this why ey keeps fighting against us? We've been misgendering em this whole time…."

I shook my head, "I don't think ey's the type to get angry about that, they did say that basically anything is okay with em, they just kinda liked Spivak more maybe? Ey was being very confusing at the time."

Inessa sighed in relief, "that's good. I was really worried that's why we couldn't ever manage to talk to em. Anywa…"

Inessa: EVIL MAGICAL WOLF ENBIE, PLEASE KNOW WE RESPECT YOUR PRONOUNS VERY MUCH WHILE WE'RE KICKING YOUR BUTT!
Avaritia: Awww, that's sweet–Uh. I mean, curse you, do-gooders who ruin perfectly fine shark girl friendships?

I cut her off with perfectly irritating timing, "Anyway, who is this new girl?!"

She rapped her knuckles on my forehead, "I'd get there if you stopped interrupting!"

I smiled back at her, glad that, worldview shattering revelations or not, that seemed to have picked up her mood a bit.

Envy, Chastity, and their very bratty friendship.

"ANYWAY," she said with a mock glare, "So, we finally seemed to have Avaritia on the defensive and I thought we'd be able to…"

"Kill em?"

"TALK to em, honestly C, we're not killers!"

I wondered. Avaritia had said Gula was gone, but I couldn't imagine Inessa doing that. I bowed my head in an apology, "Sorry. Anyway, you were going to talk to her and…"

"So you end things bibical style right?"
"What, no, I'd never do that to a cute gir–Cute non-binary person!"
"I don't think you needed to repeat the cute..."

Somehow, Avaritia being enthusiastically supportive was far eerier and more threatening than her murderous rage. "Besides," she continued, heedless of my deer in the headlights look, "even if you try to resist, I'm a greedy greedy wolf and that means I take the things I want! And I want you to be my partner and figure yourself out and stop with the whole self-loathing thing and just relax and start indulging in all the cute stuff you've never been allowed to have. And once you're sorted we can show those pesky Saints that actually I'm doing great and I am not at all in the wrong here! Besides, our team is the best; you'll agree once you get it."

Avaritia is very used to getting talked at about how ey need to stop doing stuff that are bad.

Hm, hmmm, with Gula gone, I wonder how the Saints took her out of the picture in a way that definitely couldn't be related to this kind of talk going better than with Avaritia, hmmmm.

"Finally ask why sh-ey keeps doing this all on eir own, why ey sticks with Superbia even after Gula…" Inessa shuddered at Superbia's name and I realized that my rescue had probably been a greater adventure than I knew, "or why ey keeps turning people into monsters and if we can find any way to find a middle ground or talk em down.

I frowned at that, I wanted to say that some people were just evil. If Inessa had been talking about Mr. Noir, I would have had little trouble with that. But, Avaritia Wolf had been—once ey decided I wasn't a creep—almost nice? Ey definitely hadn't felt like a monster. I thought back to my dream; did a part of me actually like em or something? Is that why I was fantasizing about working with em? Or was I just so desperate to claim any shred of agency, that a part of me would have been content to join the fray as a villain?

"R-right," I offered, in lieu of trying to navigate those feelings.

The way there's no illusions to the fact the Saints (or at least Inessa, as the leader of the Saints) are entirely accepting of the Beasts and are perfectly fine with looking for some kind of peaceful solution to this conflict is like. Yeah these are the good guys, no "Actually you all misunderstood, the demons are in the right here" twist incoming, if they found out C is Invidia they'd have no issue with it.

Which brings the conflict back to what it's always been, that C finds being C more unforgiveable than anyone else does, which is heightened by how C, personally, would think the answer to this dilemma is "But some people are just bad???" if Avaritia hadn't been personable enough to count as an exception.

It's interesting she trails off after Gula. Whatever could have happened to Gula that makes it the case Avaritia should've naturally left Superbia. Ho hum.

"And then, as soon as we had her on the back foot we got ambushed by, well, she didn't name herself, but she definitely looked like a new Beast."

"What's a 'Beast'?" I wondered, thankful for the information but worried that I'd never manage to keep track of it all.

"Oh," Inessa nodded, "Those are their leaders like Avaritia and Gula and Superbia."

"So new…. Snake? Worm? Possum? Manatee?"

HA HA HA, WORM, YES!!!

Okay, Inessa doesn't seem to know the significance of why the Beasts are, well, Beasts, which is fair enough.

Inessa shook her head, "Just a girl. At first she was almost, well it was dark already, so it was hard to see, but it was like she didn't have any features at all, but then she bit me and the miasma cleared and she looked just like an evil me!"

"An evil general you don't want to pet and/or date…." I said with mock solemnity, ignoring a spike of anxiety. I worried that my dream had so neatly matched the timing of a new enemy, I hadn't bitten Inessa; it was just a dream.

C: Even though I turned into Castitas but (in my objective opinion) sexier in my dream, this suspiciously simultaneous event definitely can't be related to the fact Avaritia shoved an evil plant in me.

Okay but what's extra concerning about this is that.

I dreamt of a night that was mine to do with as I wished. I pranced through the city streets without a care, singing along to the rhythms of passing cars and the night breeze. I winked at the strange shadows that walked where people would have been were I awake and moved with a careless grace I could never achieve in a thousand years. I paused, eventually, to examine my reflection in a department store window.

Ah, so this was another magical girl dream, I realized as I offered my reflection my best attempt at a curtsy. Well, almost. The green haired girl in the mirror was far more defined than any other girl I'd dreamt of being. Her costume, aside from the matching green highlights, was as pitch black as Avaritia's. Her hair was in a ponytail, reminiscent of Inessa's aside from the color. Actually, her everything was reminiscent of Inessa. It was all just a bit smaller, a bit cuter, a bit girlier, a bit better.
Carefully, trusting Avaritia to handle eirself for at least a few more minutes, I skirted around the edge of the fight, dropping silently behind Castitas, just as she finished whatever it was she was doing with the strange glowing piece of amber.

From there it was a simple matter to pull her into a hug. She froze and yelped and I, dutifully, shoved her away to give her a little space.

Inessa stumbled, then caught her balance and whirled on me, trying to say something, though the words came out in a garbled stream of incomprehensible dream noises, interspersed with the crackling roar of her heart's fire.

I laughed and twirled and tried to tell her something about how I got to be pretty too, how I got to have a skirt all of my own now; but the wind was rude and stole my words from me.

For whatever reason, this didn't set her at ease. Instead, Inessa tossed the strange amber into the distance, where something small and birdlike snatched it out of the air. Then she drew her bow and, with a shout, sent three arrows of fire arcing toward me.

Well that wouldn't do! This was my dream thank you very much Miss Brandt and I refused to be upstaged! Besides, yes, being pretty and wearing cute clothes were things everyone wanted deep down, but what was the point in being a magical girl if you couldn't do magic?

So I did the thing you should always do in a dream and cheated, pulling out my own bow, a dark mirror to Inessa's. It was easy to match her volley with with my own equal and opposite. Besides, while Inessa had always been genuinely cute and impressive and powerful, green fire simply looked better than red.

C looked like Inessa from the start in the dream, and more importantly, the sequence of events that would make the most sense with minimal dissonance (that Invidia unconsciously bit Inessa during the sneak attack embrace, and aimed for her specifically because of this mental image) contradicts the fact Inessa saw Invidia in a proto form before taking her shape, which comes together to suggest C's perspective is even less helpful for depicting what's actually happening during Nightmare Beast Mode than we'd assumed.

Of course, this could suggest that it's less the case C is actually projecting Invidia while asleep, and more that C is compelled the transform without awareness and was just, replaying what happened subconsciously in a more satisfying narrative.

"Abyssal Beast," Inessa corrected absently, "And right, it's weird! Well, Superbia Dragon too! But that's because he's a guy and also he started monologuing about, like, a lot of weird stuff when he tried to stop us from rescuing you."

"And you're upset that you lost the chance to talk to Avaritia?" I offered, steering things back on track.

Inessa nodded, then shook her head, "Well, sorta? It sucks that we lost the chance to at least try to understand em, but… the new girl seemed, well, off?"

"Off?" I asked. "What about her?"

Inessa stopped and thought, tapping her foot against the concrete sidewalk. "Like, sad maybe? Anxious?"

Which. This collaborates. Because this sure as fuck isn't what C cackling like a theater kid would look like.

Wait I just realized Inessa was responding to 'it's weird this dark magical girl isn't hot to me' in all seriousness. For god's sake.

Inessa getting vamped by her evil clone: Wait this is giving me sibling vibes.

Also the "Well I'm not straight but also that guy monologued at me really hard" is hysterical. Why is that even in the rankings.

"Sad. She tried to kill you and you're worried she was sad?"

Inessa blushed, "It's like… Well, Michael said that she looked so foggy because she wasn't fully an Abyssal Beast yet and so there might be time to, uh, stop her from going all the way? But, also…"

"Why WOULD you feel bad for someone who hurt you" says the one who's unknowingly that person.
"Well, you know, when someone seems to be in trouble in front of you" says the one who desperately wishes the friend in front of her would let her help.

Dramatic irony hits like that.

Okay so C is explicitly a Proto-Beast, what's interesting about this is that it suggests there's a time limit we're facing, even past the whole "C has been forced into team evil" flag that's already come and gone, which is like, hm.

What does happen when someone fully becomes a Beast?

Like dropping the "Ha ha what a funny coincidence Gula and Temperance have never been in the same room" gag for a second, if we're reading the blatant writing on the wall right and Temperance is Gula transformed into an Angelic Saint, then, what's the reason to emphasize stopping the new Beast from going all the way?

Maybe it's just on a 'so Invidia spends less time doing harm' front, but I'm starting to think on, like.

Have you ever asked yourself how strangely symmetrical it is that the magical girl of Temperance is a girl named Temperance?

No, actually, better question, why the water powered magical girl of Temperance is a girl named Temperance Atwater.

Why is Temperance's name "Temperance Atwater"?

...Where did she transfer in from before December?

Starting to think something more. Existential. Than deadnames are happening here.

I frowned, thinking back to what little I'd known about the Abyssal Forest, "Well, I think Avaritia mentioned that people need strong sin to become Abyssal Beasts? So she is, uh…" I should probably have memorized all the sins and virtues, this being a major recurring threat to my life, but it wasn't like there was an obvious connection between basketball themed monsters and greed.

Greeding On Those Dunks.

"She's not greed, pride or gluttony, right?" I ran through the list of slots that were already filled. Inessa nodded.

"And, umm, Superbia tried to make me lust so they probably didn't find another one in like a day." It only made sense that Superbia's plan would target multiple students. There was no way he'd go to all that effort for a chance at one.

C. C please.

C literally Superbia and Avaritia were telling you how tapped for options they are.

Inessa broke into giggles.

"What?" I asked.

"They tried to make YOU into lust? That's like your exact opposite." she snorted as if this was a hilarious joke and not a legitimate source of existential dread.

"Anyway," it was my turn to cut her off before she could cut me any deeper.

See what's funny about this is how it should be Inessa's exact opposite.

And yet.

Also the way basically everyone who sees C knows C better than C does.

"That leaves wrath, envy or sloth, so… figure out what she's so mad, jealous and or apathetic about and you can maybe help her get over it?"

Inessa nodded at that, "It's nice being able to talk to you about these things without having to hide," she said as if she meant it.

Look at this.

Inessa: I'm happy I can be open and rely on your opinions.
In C's head: She said, like a liar.

Genuinely good advice and a helpful breakdown on the elements at play, and yet, obviously Inessa could never be honest about this postive opinion.

I think C's really gonna hurt Inessa with that one of these days.

Well, this made a twisted kind of sense. Avaritia'd been talking about being partners, welcoming me, not just as a childhood friend but as an equal, a piece on the board. Of course that impossible offer would find purchase deep in the soft places of my heart.

Well. You know. Besides what's already happening.

"Just, please don't put figuring her out above your own safety. She's an enemy, and if you got hurt or…" I trailed off, unable to deal with the sudden onset of anxiety about Inessa and co's heroics.

Inessa wrapped me into a brief hug, "It's okay, I'm not going to risk anyone's life just to talk to to her, but..." she frowned, "But, is it really okay to want to try to make friends with someone evil? I mean, if she's giving herself to sin so much that she can become a monster…"

I frowned, "I guess… it depends why? Is she jealous because she's shallow and vain and wants all the rewards other people get without putting in any work or is it, like, she's angry at injustice or cops or the environment or something or she's being bullied and just wants it to stop or…"

Inessa thought it over for a moment, then smiled, "Right! And I can just decide after I know. Thanks C! You always give the best advice."

I smiled at that, though I hadn't said anything remotely insightful really. Sometimes you just needed to hear things you already knew from other people to really believe it.

This conversation is so fascinating because, like C is good at this, but any reaction that supports that is, instantly dismissed, and the conversation itself is about C seesawing between making sure Inessa puts herself first and also making sure she doesn't lose sight of the fact sometimes people are worth taking a chance on, and the fact this is literally about C, entirely unknowingly, and if C knew that this would just be "I should fucking die" "Can you please not?"

Thin line between Envy and Kindness.

Still, between the dream and getting to be a tiny bit useful, it would take something truly awful to get me down. For instance, if I happened to be a central target of the school's neverending gossip mill, stuck being trapped in everyone's line of sight. I sighed, hopefully it would blow over soon.

Literal self-defeat machine.

As it happened, in second period, the principal came on the PA to announce the sudden disappearance of our school guidance counselor. Not only did that mean that the Abyssal Beast hiding in our school was definitely gone and at least 30% less likely to kidnap me (at school); but, also, well, mysterious disappearance trumped weird breakdown any day of the week.

Oh sure, I still caught the occasional glance or whisper, but it was a low buzz rather than a constant roar.

Oh hey, Noir upended the self-defeat machine. Surprisingly classy of him.

So my good mood sustained itself until lunchtime, with only the minor pitfall that I was a bit worried about Lupin. Her uncle had been evil and also had probably vanished. Worse, I hadn't seen her that morning, and that left me a little worried. What if her uncle had done something to her?! Still, she'd been to school the day before, and it wasn't like we interacted that much, so I wasn't worrying too much just yet.

The way there is. Not a single braincell at work here.

Yes, I realize there's legitimate identity fuckery magic at play here, but still, not even a tick-tac of muffled suspicion here.

Instead, I set myself on a much more immediate problem as I moved toward Inessa's usual place in the cafeteria: Temperance.

Inessa cheerfully waved me down as I approached. Ida looked up briefly from her loaded tray of food to wave casually; but she didn't put down her fork and went right back to eating. Temperance, however, froze and stared at me in silence until I'd taken my seat.

"C," she greeted me without a trace of emotion, "I'm sorry."

I bit back my initial impulse to run away and took a deep breath. Honestly, getting to beat her up a bit in my dreams had done a lot to better my mood about Temperance. If anything, I felt a little guilty that some part of me would take joy in violence against her, even if only in a dream.

"It's fine," I smiled, "You were just trying to help, you didn't do anything wrong."

"I should have…" she paused, taking effort to form her words carefully, "I should have attempted to approach you somewhere more private to have that conversation and taken more care."

I didn't meet her gaze, "really, it was Mr. Noir who had me all messed up, you were just trying to help and, like, even if I'm not actually a transgender, it wasn't malicious."

For some reason, no one responded for a prolonged moment. "W-what, what's wrong?" I asked, worried that I'd somehow offended everyone.

"What does Mr. Noir have to do with anything?" Ida asked, worry clear in her voice.

The way I was literally so certain the silence was for C missing the eggshell yet again rather than the Noir reveal.

C is so normal about only being able to acknowledge resentment towards people in magical girl nightmares that directly inspire guilt afterwards.

Temperance: I feel very bad about not making sure that discussion was in a private place.
C: That's fine, even if you were wron–
Temperance: That it was public was a mistake I am very ashamed of.

Love Temperance's blunt brick thug life. Can't wait for her to talk about how violently, personally enraged she is by seeing C taken advantage of in the exact way she was.

"He's got the whole evil dragon thing going? You fought Superbia right? You must have noticed they're the same person!"

The trio exchanged a quick series of looks. Finally, it was Inessa who spoke. "Umm, you can't recognize people if you don't know who they are already," she clarified. "It's not, like, exact or anything, but unless we saw him name himself or give us proof of his identity or had some strong clue besides his appearance, we probably wouldn't have been able to recognize him."

And we see the identity magic logic established! And literally Superbia screwed the pooch completely unnecessarily as a flex!

Mr. Noir shook his head, "I suppose your loyalty is admirable, if not your intellect."

Behind us, Avaritia finally got herself under control, only to break out into giggles again at Mr. Noir's aside.

Then he raised a hand; the light took him and Avaritia's laughter died. It swallowed him up from head to toe in apocalyptic glory. I closed my eyes and turned my head and still found myself blinking dark spots from my vision. Only when it faded did I dare look back.

Mr. Noir had become a demon. Still thin and reedy, he was even taller now, with his hands and feet replaced by scaled claws and a set of large golden curved horns on his head. A massive pair of batlike wings tipped in spikes of protruding bone adorned his back. His eyes were slit like a snake's, but there was something wrong in them; like they held something that was not at all known to life. Those eyes were eerily familiar.

"I," he said in the same reedy voice, "am Superbia Dragon, Beast of the Abyssal Forest! Viceroy of Sin!"

I bit my tongue to prove I wasn't dreaming. I wasn't a magical girl at the moment, so I obviously wasn't having one of those dreams. But the idea that Mr. Noir was evil was simply so impossible. I guess it made sense that he kept asking about sin and becoming a beast and destroying society's rules and living a life of pure egocentrism. And he was always saying nasty things to me while trying to help. Okay when I put it like that it seemed pretty obvious, but he just seemed so...

If this isn't a throwaway identity it is just embarrassing on Noir's part.

Oh. Oh no. I hadn't said anything and now Mr. Noir had probably managed to hide any clues about his plans. Sure, the Saints hadn't insisted on any kind of debriefing or anything and I hadn't known about the magic hiding everyone's identities, but at the end of the day, those were excuses and one of the few good things dad had drilled into my head was not to avoid taking responsibility for my mistakes. I could have figured out that there was something magic behind no one recognizing the Saints. I could have said something to Inessa or not gotten so wrapped up in running away from Temperance that I'd avoided them for a day or…

"C!" Inessa grabbed my shoulder and shook me out of my own thoughts, "Ida and I are going to go try to snoop out Mr. Noir's office to see if he left any clues. It'll be okay, we won't let him get to you so just, umm, stay here with Temperance and talk things out, okay?"

Inessa is very used to these panic attacks caused by her best friend's dad's shitty advice.

One day C will understand that it takes a village to raise an oopsy, one of these days.

Stellar "Obviously we can protect C and help smooth things over with Temperance at the same time!" multi-track drifting on Inessa's part as well.

I frowned. Sure a lot of my petulant emotions at Temperance had dissipated but I still wasn't sure of talking to her alone without Ida or Inessa to help mediate. It also felt too much like running away to let someone else go back to that smokey room.

"It'll be okay," Inessa said comfortingly. "Don't worry about anything, we'll make sure you're safe."

I needed to see it, to make sure that none of my confessions lingered in the air, that the smell of cinnamon and copper was gone and wouldn't come back. But it wasn't like I would really be any help or anything. And, besides, I'd already messed things up enough with not telling them about Mr. Noir that I couldn't really make them protect me from any traps in good conscience.

"Sorry," I said at last. "I should have thought to tell you."

Ida gave me an odd look before Inessa grabbed her by the hand and pulled her away. And then it was but me and Temperance with no one at the table.

Ida: But you did? Right now?

C literally could have just said. Any of this personal drive to be involved. But no.

And now two's company.

We sat in awkward silence for a good few minutes as Temperance finished her lunch. "So," she said at length, "are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I snapped, utterly failing to land on a tone that indicated fineness.

Temperance nodded, declining to point out the obvious, "they'll be okay, they know what they're doing."

I mimicked the gesture, and we returned to what seemed half an eternity of agonizing silence.

"If you're not trans," Temperance said finally, "then I guess you want me to stop with all the jokes about getting you in a skirt."

ZERO WATER FILTERS GIRL.

See this is why Temperance is valid, she's impossibly blunt about wanting to see C's legs, but if you literally just ask her to stop she will

Which is what makes it blatant C has never asked her to stop before a mental bender of forced insecurity ensued, and...

I practically sagged with relief that at least we were no longer simply staring at each other, but I hesitated to respond. Sure it would be nice if she stopped joking about shoving me in a skirt all the time, but I didn't want everyone to treat me differently because I'd been attacked and was too useless to do anything but pass out. The thought of telling Temperance to stop sent an unpleasant surge of nausea through my gut.

...Well, you all see this too.

If C had any willingness to engage with personal non-conforming gender expression, there'd be an easy answer of "Well it's not like being a guy means skirts are off the table" to throw in, but that'd be too slippery a slope, wouldn't it.

"I don't want anyone treating me differently because I had a bad time" "Including the skirt jokes" "If the skirt jokes stopped happening that would be treating me differently" "Sure."

"Nah," I said, playing it cool, "it's fine. I don't actually mind, and they're just jokes."

"In that case," Temperance said, smiling, "since you know our secret, I suppose it's time for you to join team magical girl? You could go part time on the girl bit if needed."

"Haha, if only," I laughed it off, fighting the urge to run away.

Temperance gave me another of her odd looks and we passed the remainder of lunch in a marginally less awkward silence.

The way this is.

"I, uh, I'm not joining you or turning evil? You'll have to kill me first," I tried to find some scrap of defiance. Superbia's violations had raised my hackles in a way I shouldn't, couldn't, forgive.

But between the surreality of this conversation going from interrogation to recruitment speech and the way Avaritia seemed so perky, it was hard to keep track of what emotions I was supposed to be enacting here. I could see why Inessa was always complaining about how someone so evil could be so cute.

"Sure you are. Trust me, sin will be a great look on you!"

Somehow, Avaritia being enthusiastically supportive was far eerier and more threatening than her murderous rage. "Besides," she continued, heedless of my deer in the headlights look, "even if you try to resist, I'm a greedy greedy wolf and that means I take the things I want! And I want you to be my partner and figure yourself out and stop with the whole self-loathing thing and just relax and start indulging in all the cute stuff you've never been allowed to have. And once you're sorted we can show those pesky Saints that actually I'm doing great and I am not at all in the wrong here! Besides, our team is the best; you'll agree once you get it."

It was hard to keep up with the conversation. Avaritia was in her own world and I was merely allowed to spectate.

"But, like, let's take a step back." she said, "I'm Avaritia Wolf, any pronouns."

"Oh no!" I flailed, "Everyone's been misgendering them? Him? Uh, You, right that's how it works. It's still 'you' when I'm talking to you and, umm, sorry!"

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."

I, what. GIRL? How could they just say that he was going to turn me and I was, how, why, what. That. Thoughts; I couldn't do them.

"Anyway," Avaritia grinned despite the grave psychic damage he'd just inflicted, "You're going to be the cutest bestest teammate who I can spoil and who'll stick with me to the end unlike that pesky shark!"

The way this is literally Avaritia's sell, but Temperance is waiting for C to actually consent without reservations.

The way the beef is sooooooooooooo real.

"Haha, if only" C I understand you have issues understanding what people want from you unless they force their desires on you, but literally this is unironic your friends want you on the team.

Fifth period brought a flurry of texts from Ida confirming that no signs of Mr. Noir remained. With that settled, the girls quickly agreed to meet after school to go over things more properly.

The group sans Ida—she had Lacrosse practice—made our way to an empty classroom. Inessa and Temperance wasted no time in setting out a number of textbooks. The plan was to pretend to be studying if anyone poked their head in. Teachers, Inessa explained as she ruffled through her bag, mostly wouldn't object if you stayed a few hours to study while you waited for a friend.

Finally Inessa pulled out a small angel plushie, perhaps six inches tall, and placed it on a desk next to our books.

"Allow me to introduce Michael!" she said with a flourish. The plushie tilted its head to the side, then nodded at me.

"Greetings mortal," it—she—said with an imperious tone entirely at odds with her mildly squished exterior.

Oh god.

Okay this takes different connotations when we're interacting with a literal angel of god, but holy shit Michael is already incredible.

Wait, then what was the bird?

For whatever reason, this didn't set her at ease. Instead, Inessa tossed the strange amber into the distance, where something small and birdlike snatched it out of the air. Then she drew her bow and, with a shout, sent three arrows of fire arcing toward me.

Hm, I guess it was "birdlike."

Her hair was long and golden, though made out of a thick yarn-like fabric. Her halo, a golden ring that looked far tackier than the Saints' was visibly attached to her head with a pipe cleaner, and her hands had no distinct fingers beyond those that seemed to be drawn on in sharpie. Her eyes were shockingly deep red gems and her wings, for all they seemed to be made of cloth and fluff, fluttered with a decidedly lifelike grace.

"Umm, hi?" I stared awkwardly for a few moments, struggling to find the words to ask a sapient plushie that was allegedly an archangel, "Inessa just keeps you in her backpack all day?"

The plushie nodded, "It matters little where this vessel rests. Though," Michael glanced at Inessa, "It would be preferable were I not to be crushed by textbooks."

Decisively silly being.

"Inessa!" I couldn't believe she would do that to a poor innocent plushie.

"Umm, oops." Inessa bopped herself on the head, "Sorry about that."

"Your consideration is appreciated," said the angel, "but truly it is we who owe you an apology for causing you to get caught up in this conflict."

"That's," I hesitated, "I should be the ones thanking you for saving me all the time. You're the ones that…" I wasn't sure what to say. I simply owed them too much.

Awww, but she's really earnest though.

C and Michael, simultaneously:


Inessa really needs to step up if she wants to stay god's favorite child.

Temperance ignored us both, instead chomping down loudly on an apple slice. I glanced at her, grateful for the distraction, only to blink twice at the oddly impressive array of chips, crackers and sliced cheese she'd set out.

"Mine," she said.

You're having fun playing these games, aren't you Shadell.

Great to know being angelically blessed with temperance doesn't stop a girl from being a horrible glutton.

Then she tilted her head to the side, "Though I could be coerced into sharing under certain terms."

"I'm not going to wear a skirt."

She shrugged, as if to say that this didn't matter and my surrender was inevitable. It felt like a return to the status quo, however fragile. For that I was glad.

You've already worn a skirt C. In Temperance's sight.


View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WChHqaO5SeI

"I swear Temperance," Inessa pouted at the girl, then shook her head. "Anyway, Ida's at practice, so I figured we should save you explaining your side of what happened and let you ask any questions you have for us until she gets here."

I nodded, "So, I guess what's this all about? Why does the Abyssal Forest keep turning people into monsters and where do they come from?" I trusted Inessa and the others with my life. But, Avaritia Wolf had seemed to believe in eir cause. And Gula Shark was missing.

Michael fluttered up above the table, "Allow me to explain. The Abyssal Forest seeks to use the power of sin to strengthen the sin within human hearts and, in turn, darken the First Tree's nature until sin ascends over virtue."

She settled down, as if that explanation was sufficient or, well, made any sense at all. Behind her, Inessa took advantage of the moment to steal a few of Temperance's crackers. Temperance graciously ignored the theft.

"So, what's the First Tree?"

Michael hesitated, "The First Tree guards the power of both sin and virtue and taught both to the humans who sheltered under its branches. It is connected to the feelings deep in everyone's hearts, though only a rare few can awaken the powers of their emotions. By corrupting it, the Abyssal Forest would strengthen the power of sin while weakening virtue and sway humanity toward evil."

LORE TIME.

Okay, so this is the Fruit of the Knowledge of Good and Evil stuff, classic, basically the Flaming Sword and Serpent of Eden duking it out.

Temperance: Being seduced by the power of temperance means I'm willing to let people steal my snacks.
Inessa: Yeah, it's great!
Temperance: She's very lucky I don't have shark teeth anymore.
Inessa: I wouldn't say that, they were cute.

Hm, okay, we're hitting the first point that might actually explain why the Abyssal Forest maybe has a point, if it's the case that Michael and the angels have been unbalancing the First Tree beforehand and it would be sending the world out of wack if the Abyssal Beasts weren't making their play, but given the degree Superbia just, really super sucks, probably shouldn't assume this will validate the view of anyone under his sway beyond 'hey so, you gotta live the way that's best for you even if society calls that a sin, okay?'

I nodded at that. That more or less made sense. "And they make Resinners to do that?"

Inessa answered, speaking around a bite of cracker, "Right! The beasts infuse the sap of the First Tree that's been poisoned with sin into people and, when their sins go out of control, it crystallizes and they turn into Resinners."

"And defeating them, what, saves the victims? Makes it so you can stop it from influencing the First Tree?"

Inessa nodded, "We can purify their Heart Amber which lets them turn back and stops it from influencing the Heart Tree."

"That's good," I said awkwardly as if 'good' was a useful descriptor for preventing humanity from being overcome by sin.

Hm. What seems to be said here, reading between the lines, is that the Abyssal Forest has enough access to the First/Heart Tree to have as much sap as they need for their operations.

But what they use to make Beasts are Seeds, which kinda implies, what, they're being made hosts to new trees?

What does the Angelic Saints use then, what are their transformation devices, where do they come from?

There were probably a hundred other things to ask. But there was only one that burned its way through the back of my skull. I opened my mouth, only to realize that my tongue had grown impossibly heavy. I stuttered awkwardly and buried my head in my hands.

"What's up C?" Inessa stood up to pat me gently on the back.

I took a few deep breaths, steadying myself.

"I was just wondering," I started awkwardly, trailing into a long silence.

"Wondering?" Michael asked, tilting her head to the side.

"That's, umm, if…" I glanced around for any help. But I'd started and I could hardly run from it now.

"Take your time." Temperance's eyes met mine and she offered me an encouraging smile. Of course she would know what I wanted to ask. Of course that would make the words even harder to find.

I took a deep breath and held it for several seconds, doing my best not to think about what anyone might say. It was a dumb impulse. Nothing would come of it. I didn't have it in me to shine like any of them. I remembered how good the dream felt and I had to try.

"I was just wondering if-"

The door swung open abruptly, startling all of us. Michael flopped into my arms, pretending to be an ordinary doll.

When it is so fucked up that you see the conclusion to the character conflict instantly collapse on itself.

"Hi guys!" a tired but upbeat Ida greeted us, drawing a sigh from Temperance and a warm hello from Inessa.

She shut the door behind her and made her way to an empty desk.

"Finish explaining things to C?" she asked curiously.

"Almost," Temperance informed her with mildly more frost than usual, "they were just about to ask a question."

"I was going to see C's LEGS if you weren't so INCONVENIENT in timing."

"Right, what's up?"

I froze.

"I was just, umm," I was hyperventilating, "wondering if I could, like, help you all or something? I mean, like, obviously I'm no good against monsters, but if there's anything I could do that would help you out with planning or covering for you or anything…"

Temperance gave me a quiet thumbs up and Inessa wrapped me in a hug, "That's a great idea C!"

"I don't think it's a good idea to get people wrapped up in this." Ida seemed the lone hesitant voice, "We get exposed to a lot of danger and C wouldn't be able to protect himself if he got attacked even more. Like, it's already bad and this would just put him at even more risk. Besides, this is our responsibility, and it would be wrong to…"

She looked at me, and the words died on her tongue. It wasn't like she was wrong though, even if she was the only one direct enough to point out how useless I was.

The way the problem is that Ida is just not in the least on the same wavelength about all this.

Like right down to the difference of pronoun choice between her and Temperance, it's like, is Ida even, aware? That C's blatantly trans and this is all a long game affirmation play?

What's especially striking about this is how it plays into Ida's already established fundamental issue, that she struggles to spread her burdens and let more people handle a problem she's committed to.

Something that makes me pause, though, is the fact, like, the "Preview" of this episode was all about the Angelic Saints trying to recruit Patientia, so is it the case something will change Ida's mind, or...

"I-it's not that I don't think you're great! Look, we all like you C; we trust you or we'd be freaking out a lot more about you knowing our identities." I wanted to say that she couldn't trust me that much, or she'd let me help, but she wasn't wrong about how little I'd probably just get in the way. "But this is our responsibility. We're supposed to handle it, not, like, throw the work on bystanders when we're already letting them down."

I nodded. That was probably what all of them thought really, and, as ways of letting me down, it was gentle enough.

The way. C's faith in people's characters fails when it comes to fitting into all that self-loathing.

Always a W when two good people's unmitigated character flaws crash into each other like an inbound train.

"Okay, so couldn't they join as a magical girl?" Temperance said, voicing the actual question I hadn't dared ask. I obviously wasn't worthy. But, while it had gone unsaid, there was always the possibility that I might have been. And now I would get an answer, and really there could only be one answer and the knowledge would only hurt. At the same time, it was nice to imagine that Temperance, however mistaken, might look at me and see someone who could stand with her. And, even if I knew it would only end in pain, because I wasn't good enough, a part of me remembered how free I had felt with the night winds at my back and hoped anyway.

"That's a great idea! Honestly, we really should be trying to recruit the other Saints if we want to win this, and C would be totally amazing as a teammate." Inessa leapt on Temperance's suggestion with immediate enthusiasm.

Michael stared at me. Deeply, I looked into the gemstones that served as her eyes and I saw, if only for a moment, what struck me as an unfathomably ancient kindness carrying wisdom I would never fully understand.

Then the moment passed.

"I'm sorry," Michael looked away first.

"Oh," I said, struggling to smile. If I didn't look hurt, no one was allowed to feel bad and it was silly to have wanted in the first place.

"Your desire to help is true, and you have the potential, but.." the angel considered me for a long moment as if deciding whether to say something, "you are not qualified."

And you just know, if this conversation happened anytime before Noir snuck his claws in, the answer would be different.

Ohhhh, this is a brutal moment.

If I didn't look hurt, no one was allowed to feel bad and it was silly to have wanted in the first place.

THIS IS YOUR CHARACTER FLAW C. YOU NEED TO LET PEOPLE FEEL BAD WHEN THIS GO BAD.

What did Michael see though. Does she see the Seed. What are the missing qualifications.

I forced a laugh; though I was the only one to react that way. I wanted to run and hide and find somewhere to not cry—boys don't do that and it would have been ridiculous to cry about not getting to be a magical hero of which there were only a few exceptional people. Besides, the last time I'd run away from a well-meaning friend, it had ended pretty badly and it had barely been a few days since then. I couldn't be that pathetic, could I?

"No, that makes total sense," I said as blasély as I could. Ida grimaced and even Temperance looked a bit taken aback. "Sorry, I guess helping was a bit of a silly idea, huh? Let's just pretend I didn't say anything. It'd just get me kidnapped again immediately anyway."

Inessa shot Ida a glare and gave my arm a comforting squeeze, "No, Ida's the one being silly here! Honestly, we barely have the time to think half the time, and having another friend to help, however they can, would be great!"

"A-anyway," I realized I was dragging the nails of one hand across my other arm and forced myself to stop, "About the kidnapping. Avaritia dragged me into this strange palace area and then Mr. Noir was there and he turned into a dragon. I think he had some kind of brainwashing incense that…"

I wasn't sure what to say. I was obviously rushing through the actual point of the meeting, but I just needed to escape.

Man.

Every time C says boys don't cry I want to beg on my knees that this misunderstanding gets corrected once C realizes that this is a misapplication of personal category to begin with.

"It made me trust him and believe him when he said a bunch of lies about me," I could spare my pride that much deception.

The girls allowed me to speak without interrupting, except for the odd clarifying question. No one complained about how fast I was talking, or how unclearly. I'd ruined whatever cheerful mood the meeting had, and they must have been as eager to escape the agonizing awkwardness as I was.

"And that's about it, I woke up in Inessa's bed," I finished, letting out a sigh of relief.

"I can't think of any big questions, but, umm, like, did you notice anything about the new Beast? Or have you noticed any aftereffects from whatever they've done to you?"

I thought of my dream. The details didn't match. It had to be a coincidence. Even if I told them, it would only hurt more, and it wouldn't matter.

"I've been a bit sore all over," I admitted, "But that's about it."

Inessa and Ida, at least, seemed relieved at that. Michael did not respond visibly and Temperance looked unusually pensive. Perhaps she felt guilty about asking the question on my behalf.

Can't bear to admit anything that's real...

Temperance continues to be Aware and that adds an extra tension to 'why does the topic of a new Beast get to her like this.'

And then, finally, we said our goodbyes. Inessa shoved Michael awkwardly back into her backpack and the girls filtered out of the classroom.

I lingered a little, gathering myself as I stared out at the football field through the window.

"C," Ida's voice cut into my musing. I didn't turn.

"I just wanted to apologize, I didn't… I wasn't that clear earlier, and I thought you should know that, umm," she hesitated. I didn't want to hear whatever it was she'd try to say to comfort me. A part of me wanted to yell at her to leave. But she hadn't done anything wrong.

"Michael said something similar to me when I first asked." Ida let the words sit just long enough for me to put the meaning together, "About being a magical girl that is."

Oh.

"Thanks," I managed. I didn't turn around. It wasn't like I was crying or anything, January's last sunset was just so oddly bittersweet.

Oh.

The way literally everyone on the team has gone through what C thinks makes C, completely unsalvageable.

Man. This hints at so many things about Ida, but what really gets me is how these are all good people who hurt each other with things they never could have known would hurt each other.

And things continued like that for the next few days: awkward lunches and desperate attempts to return to normality. Apparently Michael was 'reluctant' to have a normal person in any possible danger, and they was 'considering' how I could be of help without risking myself. As a way of letting me down gently, it wasn't bad; but that ended my only real possibility of being able to help.

Only in my dreams could I really cut loose, taking out my own feelings of inadequacy on phantasms of my friends. There I wasn't inferior to Inessa's enthusiastic passion or Diligentia's endless focus, but rather someone who could actually take the stage with them. And sure, I didn't like fighting my friends, but these were only dreams. No matter that they often happened around the same time as monster attacks. The details were never right. That meant they were only dreams. And besides, I needed at least that much hope.

You see these things, and you know why they're happening, but they still burn something fierce.

The Abyssal Forest just takes someone's pain and throws them at people they've never wanted to harm and acts like that's in anyway fair.

Of course, there were two changes in the real world that weren't so bad. Firstly, Lupin was both surprisingly fine after her uncle's disappearance. She also didn't stop attempting to act like we'd suddenly become close friends, which was oddly nice. If nothing else, it was amazing to watch her casually offered greetings drive Inessa to madness.

Her friendship was definitely unique. For one, she'd started giving me odd little gifts. One morning, she brought me a set of watercolor paints. A few days later she dropped a burnt tennis ball into my hands. I had no idea what drove the odd array of nick-knacks she shoved on me as "mementos." She refused to offer more than a toothy grin by way of explanation. On the other hand, these made Inessa insanely jealous, and, while it wasn't a nice thought, something about her looking at me with that kind of agonized want was just oddly invigorating.

See this is why Lupin's a bad guy. Ey's funny, but ey have literally no perspective on how the truth of what's happening will destroy C.

When you don't say your bad feelings to your friends' faces, you let them coil up to speak behind your back...

I'd worked up the courage to ask Lupin if her uncle was okay; but she'd insisted he was fine, simply "away on a trip" and that he'd mentioned "his work at the school was finished for the moment." I took that to mean that he had simply decided to cut his losses at the school after recruiting the new Beast and failing to get me despite his best efforts.

Denial is not a river.

It is an ocean, and C is drowning.

The other good thing was that I didn't manage to end up trapped in the vicinity of a single monster attack for over a week and a half after my kidnapping. Perhaps whatever Avaritia had tried doing to me had removed that trait that called monsters to me; perhaps not. Either way, I had yet to encounter the mysterious new Beast even once. I knew it wouldn't last, but it was amazing to get to attend an entire week of school. For the first time in senior year I actually felt like I was caught up in my classes.

And that suited me fine. I'd never join the magical girls, and it was obviously clear that I couldn't even help them in little ways, beyond being their friend. But I could dream and I could live an ordinary life where I got to do nice ordinary things and stop burdening my friends all the time, and it would have been greedy to want any more than that. Even dad found little reason to yell at me over the next week.

Amazingly, having an unknown villain secret identity does great things for your time management.

It's impressive that makes me the most angry out of anything.

C shouldn't have needed this to be safe.

And then, in the early morning of Friday, February 9th, a little under two weeks after my kidnapping, I received a single call from Ida. The voice on the other end was too childish and too desperate to be hers. Whoever it was made no greeting, nor did she offer anything more than a single cry for help before the line went dead.

Hm. Well fuck.

NEXT WEEK ON SHINING VIRTUE ANGELIC HEART!!!

A fight against the latest Resinner leaves Castitas and Temperantia out of commission, with Diligentia alone to pick up the slack. Can even Ida's endless persistence survive with the weight of the world on her shoulders, or will the Saint of Diligence collapse under the pressure?

Tune in for Episode 18: Rewind! Even Ida Needs Breaks?!

Hm. Well fuck.

Baby mode apparently???

Michael glanced at me and, as I looked into the gemstones that served as her eyes and I saw, if only for a moment, what struck me as an unfathomably ancient kindness carrying wisdom I would never comprehend.

Then the moment passed and Michael spoke.

"The First Tree received a large number of high quality applicants for magical girls. As in seasons past, we were limited in the number of applicants that could be accepted, though we make every effort to accommodate as many candidates as possible. Each application was carefully reviewed by the division or mascot to which it was submitted.

Unfortunately, the First Tree was not able to accept your application at this time. For more information, you may now obtain the reviews for your submission by accessing the submission site on the First Tree homepage, using the same login as you did with your original submission. Please review those comments for feedback and contact the program chair for the unit only after reviewing the information there, if you have further questions. Please note that we do not entertain appeals for acceptance, and reading your reviewer feedback is meant only as a way of improving your work. If there is anything amiss about your reviews, please alert the chair of the applicable unit."

I am going to throw something.

This is your best chapter yet Shadell, fantastic work.
 
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