But there, in that hallway, it was impossible to name the person I actually saw. They weren't Charlie or C. But they hadn't been able to make being Invidia feel real either. They had yet to become someone new.
I know. Would it be too much to ask you to pick a placeholder title?
...
No, this is fine, I won't rush you. I've been writing posts in a nameless fashion for a while...
Gray Robe found me in the twisting halls between Superbia's throne and my room... "How curious," they said at last. The voice itself was familiar, though I had not heard them speak before, at least not in person...
"Who are you anyway?" I snapped back. [...]
"You may call me Uriel, if you must refer to me. It is rare to see a Beast reject their power."
[...]
Besides, there were more important things to worry about. The heroes could figure that out on their own once Inessa was safe.
Interesting. But the narrator has a point.
Perhaps, as early as that morning, I would have been satisfied uselessly throwing myself at Mr. Noir, choosing oblivion instead of enduring my own failings in a way that actually helped anyone.
Perhaps? Girl, I've seen your inner monologue, you were
grateful when you thought Inessa was gonna kill you.
The boy therein was familiar, and yet oddly alien. I'd seen him daily for years; enough of my father and enough of my mother that I had more than enough reason to hate his face. But envy had left some marks on me. My hair retained the bob cut and, more unusually, a pleasant swampy green color. Beyond that, it was hard to say. Was it just the odd color, or were my eyebrows finer than before? Were my eyes just a bit larger, my face ever so slightly rounder? Was it the dark shadows accentuating my cheekbones or were they higher?
I shook my head. Yes, I could see the faintest ghost of Chiro in my face, but most of that probably had more to do with how unfamiliar my real face had become than any gifts from my transformation. All I was doing was deluding myself with the phantom of a mask that I'd agreed I needed to abandon.
I guess magic HRT has some lingering effects even once you go off your meds.
Glad she still has something. Some little remnant of the briefly happy girl.
"But you're like an inch or two shorter than when you started and your face looks literally nothing like it did before you took the seed. And you still have boobs."
To punctuate eir remarks, ey jabbed me in the chest, hard. I winced and rubbed the affected area where, okay, perhaps the skin was a little tender. But that didn't make em right!
Resentfully, I turned to look back in the mirror. I couldn't see it. Oh sure, there was maybe a bit of curve around my chest and maybe I was being uncharitable about my face. But the second I so much as breathed that impression fled with it and it was just Charlie looking back at me.
"It's true. You're just a terrible judge of yourself," ey said as if it was settled. "The seed's done good work."
Maybe more than a little.
"It doesn't," I said at last. "It gives me what I want, but it's all fake, still too perfect and it'll never let me forget how fake it all is, not by itself. It's not really me if it's not something I choose to do,"
"Well then what does choosing look like?" Avaritia's claw wrapped around my wrist, and ey pulled me oddly close, a familiar smirk buying any hints of sobriety once more.
"I don't know. Look, I get that this is important, but he has her right now. Can we just work this out later?"
You've seen
Magical Starlight Princess Knight Orion: Lovely Star, right?
Surely you realize character arcs are a key component of magical combat.
"So tell me, if it's so important that you take charge and make your own choice, what does that actually look like?"
"I don't know." That phrase was fast becoming a refrain. For all I'd fallen for Inessa's siren song of an offer, I still found myself unable to picture what that would entail.
"Well," ey was grinning now, pulling me close. "Let's start with this. Do you want to be a boy or a girl? Neither?"
I shook my head, "I can't do this right now. I need—"
"You need to convince me if you want my help. You're stuck here, as long as you look like that, Chiro." The name felt like a slap. "Don't get me wrong, you look cute, but it's not the kind of body that screams 'embodiment of all you envy.' That means you're not leaving the Forest, you're not getting the Saints and you're not fighting anyone on your own."
Avaritia gets it, and I'm not sure ey've ever seen
any anime! (Maybe Inuyasha?)
"What are you going to do after you find them?" I asked instead.
"You know me; I'll figure it out, partner."
Hm. That should work pretty well if ey find Temperance first. Ida...bit of a crapshoot.
"Realize," he said at last, "that it was not your doing that brought her low. My plan, my methods, gave you the edge."
Of
course Superb Snake's advice for his Invidia brat starts with "Remember how awesome I am".
Diligentia's catchphrase may have been 'steadfast as the earth' but 'hard as steel' might have been a more accurate descriptor.
It's the year-round sportsball training. And also the magic, but Inessa has that too, and she's a big softy.
"I see," Michael said, barely seeming to register surprise at this revelation. "I do not believe Uriel would personally join the fight. But, if they have begun to act, that may complicate matters in the future."
Huh. I wonder if—
"If that won't stop us from saving Inessa, then can we set it aside for now?"
The heroes could figure that out on their own once Inessa was safe.
Right, right.
We waited, and waited, longer than it should have taken. Longer than I could bear. I clutched the purse tightly. I could almost feel it through the fabric, offering me power without realization, a chance to transform myself in ways that would let me help. I wished I could have thrown it away, but if things went wrong, I might have needed it, and that meant I had to endure the silent temptation. Until I did.
Worse, this section of the Forest had walls decorated with all sorts of mirrors. No matter which way I looked, my own face stared back at me. At least it was a distraction.
I touched my reflection, trying to force myself to stop imagining dead friends and think about what it would be like to see the person Avaritia had demanded I envision instead. Who were they?
What does this look like to Michael? They're standing around, Inessa's double-traitor friend is clutching his(?) purse and staring at mirrors.
"Yes," Michael said with complete confidence. "Using a second seed carries grave risks. In your present condition, there would be permanent consequences Perhaps even your own destruction."
The angel floated toward me, ancient eyes seeming to see right through me. "But wouldn't that be what you want?"
Oh. Maybe she's more perceptive than I give her credit for.
Michael stopped and considered for a moment before speaking. "Perhaps I have been unclear. The talent to use the tree's gifts was always yours and you have always been kind. You see the virtue in others, admire and care for them. And then, again and again, you twist that same insight into a cudgel to hurt yourself. Self-hatred overtook whatever capacity for compassion you might have had, blinding you to anything you saw save in ways that you could use to better flay your soul."
"That hasn't changed." An irrational part of me wanted to throw the bracelet away, to march right up to Superbia and use the seed in protest. My hand refused to move.
"You have not overcome it," she admitted. "But, it is easy to be kind to those you love. Forgiving those you loathe more than anyone else, that is the conduct of a Saint."
<3
At last, it reached behind me, shaping itself into a pair of wings. I didn't have to look to know that next to Invidia's amazing, beautiful, and transcendentally perfect bat wings, these were merely the wings of an angel, and ones that barely deserved the name 'wings' at that.
A bat girl to the end.
I wonder if you can customize your Saint appearance after the fact.
Ida saw me first, looking on with profound confusion as I raised my tool as high as I could. Then, with a hop and my loudest scream, I brought it down against the back of Superbia's head with every bit of strength I had.
...
"Gentle as a spring breeze."
So I take it you don't have very many bits of strength. Possibly not even a full byte.
"I'm terrified," I admitted. "Even with three of us, I can't imagine beating you. But, I'm more terrified of what would happen if I didn't do this. Of what you would do if no one stopped you, of what I might become if I didn't change. So we'll just have to win anyway"
...
"But." I grinned at Superbia and he stared at me, confused. "Just because I'm weak doesn't mean I have to be alone. Even if I can't do anything by myself, I can still support them!"
See,
this is the magical girl fangirl I know you can be!
"So what if there are three of you!? It won't matter!"
You couldn't defeat the Saints when there were two of
them and three of
you. Even if you don't lose one-on-three, you're not likely to win.
"Avaritia!"
Luckily, ey stopped instead, facing me with a smile so forced anyone would have tried to help em.
...
"Join us."
To my surprise, it wasn't I who had spoken the thought aloud. Temperantia advanced toward her oldest friend, stretching out a weary arm.
Ey looked to her, then back to me, then to the shaking mass cradled in eir arms.
"Someone has to stand for sin," ey whispered. As if choosing eir principles, however twisted, over companionship could ever satisfy eir greed.
Temperance's hand dropped to her side.
Even I knew that voice inside my head saying they'd never want to see me again was probably wrong. They were heroes; they would accept me.
Also, literally all of their actions both before and after you took the Invidia name indicate that they still want to see you.
"Well then," Inessa spoke slowly, her lips curling into a fox-like smirk, "since I lost a brother, I guess you'll just have to be my sister instead."
I blinked.
Inessa panicked.
"Or umm, Temperance said to say 'sister' but if you want sibling or brother or whatever really! I mean, umm, not, you can be whatever you want!"
Man. It's so hard to imagine Inessa as the Beast of Anything if her fox-grin shatters with a single blink.
"And your name can be Kindness Sweetwind." Temperance offered her own inestimably unhelpful contribution.
I can't tell if that's some kind of joke or if that's just what Temperance Atwater thinks a good name sounds like.
"And, like, if I'm faking being someone I want to be anyway, then, maybe, even if I'm not actually a trans girl or anything…" My tongue caught on that once more. Life would have been so much simpler if only that were true.
Some invisible force tore the smile from Temperance's face. Her mouth dropped open in shock.
"Maybe I can just, you know, umm, fake being a girl instead?"
Cast. Iron. Eggshell.
Temperance is gonna have her hands full.
"Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that—" It was best to say it before they told me how ridiculous I was being. Finishing it made it just a little realer. "Even if it was fake and it doesn't really feel like my name, bats are actually really cute and I like the name Chiro, so I'm staying with Chiroptera!"
After all that—
You know what, fine. You like the name, that's what's important.
Should have gone for a shotgun.
Saint shotgun princess sounds better anyway
I see where you're coming from, but among other problems, a shotgun isn't a curved piece of wood with strings under tension, like a certain Saint's weapon.
The other problems are, I assume, obvious.
And Chiro still has 2 spare Seeds that can be used to supercharge her own Seed of Sin. And she now bears a Bracelet of Virtue.
That Bracelet is clearly made out of a Branch of the Tree. And the Seeds come from that same Tree...
Why does that feel like the basic recipe for a Super Mode?
Even if Micheal claims the powers are not meant to mix.
That sounds more like some sort of misconception that is the whole reason of the conflict...
My intuition is that the seed will be a recurring temptation for Chiro, at least for the next cour or two. The promise that she could get stronger, do more to help her friends, if she just gave into her worst urges again.
Maybe Michael could figure something out, but:
- It would probably be a way to power the whole team up
and give them new costumes to sell toys of, rather than something unique to Humanitas and maybe Temperentia
- They're not going to fire Chekhov's Gun before they wring some temptation angst out of it.