All respites are fleeting, that's the nature of the Geas and the Apocryphal Curse. Our poor protagonist is saddled with both. Sometimes I wonder what our AU counterparts over in Forsaken Mask Quest are doing, what their most contested votes have been so far. Catherine and Hunger naming their child, perhaps even choosing the gender?
Voting on a sickeningly saccharine nickname to replace the moniker lost to the Final Strike? What
world to settle down on, maybe, picking out a planet like a lesser couple might a house? Those would be good problems to have. But here in the grim darkness of A Simple Transaction 2.0, there's only the back-breaking ache and clink of one's rhetorical pickaxe against the word-walls of the omake mines.
It was a cool, clear, cloudless night, the moon pale and bare like carved crystal, crown-jewel of the skies presiding over the winds and realms beneath. They crunched through the snow-frosted path to reach the public baths, expansive panels of richly oiled wood towering menacingly to shield the occupants from onlookers.
Oh look, another mention of the moon! Someone should start a drinking game. Gisena mentioned it was waning gibbous; it's strange that not only are the celestial bodies in the Voyaging Realm recognizable, they've got the same phases. Similar ontological parameters, sure, but the same sun can't shine over the entirety of the place. Right? How does any of this work? I'll just... table the subject of the Voyaging Realm's celestial mechanics, file it under the same mental category as Aerb's Tide Frog so as not to cause SAN damage. Anyway, this description's amazing. Adequate amounts of alliteration allow readers to visualize the vista.
"Let's get a private pool," Gisena said, flipping the jeweled key on her wrist. "There are some reserved for suite holders only!"
"Suddenly shy?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Of course!" Gisena clasped her hands meekly. "I'm just an innocent maiden, after all..."
Hm, should I be thanking the Maiden for the Duty depicting the 'ideal Sorceress' as something not unlike a Jedi? A life of service and celibacy, doing one's uttermost for the sake of humanity. She stopped just short of going full "Magic exists to serve man, and never to rule over him." Thankfully (?) the Porcelain Faction stepped in and went that extra mile, cleaving humanity's defenders right down the middle in preparation for Jotarun's advent.
"I'd like a private pool," Letrizia said, eyes darting to and fro. "You never know when there might be perverts lurking about."
...just how bad a first impression did Fullmight make? Also, man, I'd be surprised if any perverts could afford the Kaguya's entry fees.
"Fine, lead the way."
They entered a smaller pool inset to the side. Though thick wooden panels obstructed horizontal vision, the panels facing outwards could be lowered, allowing bathers to take in the view. Below them was the serene darkness of the mountain outside giving way slowly to the jewel-fire glow of the city beneath. It was a breathtaking vista, and Hunger spent a moment simply absorbing the sight before leaning the Forebear's Blade against a wall, then entering the bath.
Obviously Hunger takes his sword into the bath with him, have to keep it within easy summoning distance. That's just common sense for an Apocryphal Cursebearer. Moments like this are what make the Geas of Indenture bearable. Looking out over a city founded by separatists who fled an interstellar Empire's reach into an expanse of twisted time and space? Pretty cool, by any objective measure. There are people who'd kill for this view. Hunger technically did, if you count the Rotspawn as living. Makes me feel slightly sad we're not dealing with their problem for good, since OOC it was mentioned that we could without too much fuss.
Gisena pushed Letrizia in, then daintily slid in herself, carefully gathering her hair to twist into a water-resistant bun. Letrizia surfaced angrily, sputtering, and lashed out with a wave of water and Pressure that Gisena effortlessly dodged. Pouting, Letrizia sank beneath the surface, blowing bubbles at the two of them.
Ah, Gisena's quick to revert to the backstabbing habits of her AU self. I'd say that was an ice cold betrayal of Letrizia, but the water's warm.
"Stupid nullification aura, let my Pressure through..."
Sorry, it's as deaf to pleas for mercy as Gisena herself! The attribute enhancements are a huge advantage in contests between mages, though, as we saw in Force of Nature. Sublime Attainment's still waiting in the wings, at this point I'm terrified of the paragraph of description that'll inevitably accompany it.
Gisena turned to him. "What do you think of our swimsuits, hun? Rather fetching, if I do say so myself!" Hers was a two-piece bikini of pale violet, with lace-like patterns adorning the sides.
And Letrizia's isn't mentioned at all! I guess that says everything we need to know.
He grunted. "Is all your clothing the same color as your hair?"
"Pretty much!" She splashed over to him, leaning onto the stones beside the pond. Looked out at the city, a slight smile graced her features. "It's hard to find shades that go well with purple. You're welcome to expand my wardrobe if you'd like..."
Black's always a safe choice, goes well with darker shades of violet. You know, the color of mourning. Dead wife, dead world, possibly-dead dad... it's a wonder this party's as cheerful as it is. At least the Armament's guaranteed 100% angst free?
"Maybe after you pay off your debt," he remarked, slumping forward and briefly closing his eye. The waters held a steady, intense heat that felt almost as if they were massaging his muscles, gentle warmth that pervaded through to bone and marrow.
Without the Ring, Hunger's narration would likely be a lot more grim. At least this way he can metaphorically chill out while soaking in a hot bath. I can feel the Lingering Paralysis and Chill of the Grave melting away. Too bad about that Punctured Soul, huh?
"Aw," Gisena brushed playfully against him, hauntingly beautiful in the moonlight. "Sure I can't take out another line of credit?"
"It would be inadvisable. Debt can crush even a genius."
"But money is just a social construct!"
Sweet Accursed, does Gisena not... come with an off switch or anything? I'd find the constant repartee and flirtation really exhausting. Not being able to shut down physically and mentally would prevent me from savoring the resort experience.
Letrizia swam over, nose upturned haughtily. "Miss Gisena, I still haven't forgiven you! Lord Hunger, do you want to review sparring partners for tomorrow?"
Saved by
the bell Letrizia. Nice of her to come up with a list of prospective partners, but what's with calling us a lord? We're all nobles here, no need to stand on ceremony! He's asked her to ditch the title a couple times. Eh, it's arguably a good thing, reflects Letrizia's increased confidence around Hunger. The sharp, bright light of her inner tsun shining through.
"Oh my, the wrath of a duchess!" Gisena winked at him. "Her fury knows no bounds! I'd best retreat before she turns truly serious."
Indeed, you wouldn't want Letrizia to invoke her Ultimate. Armamentfall's got a long cooldown, but the stat buff dwarfs your Graces! You'd get stomped, possibly literally.
So saying, she dove and emerged on the opposite side of the pool, sighing contentedly as she lounged against the stones.
"Only if you don't call me a lord. Now, sparring partners. Is your notebook waterproof?"
"I don't need it!" Letrizia said cheerfully. "Now with my Element enhancing my Rank, the information I need comes easily to mind with just a quick review."
Huh, did not expect improving her Wits score to be this easy. But if both halves of her Surge (what's up with the compound naming scheme, anyway?) can be interpreted as relevant to cogmentation with minimal squinting, perhaps I shouldn't be surprised.
"I'm proud of you."
She preened. "Well, i-it's not that big a deal. T-this is just kids' stuff compared to what I'll ultimately be able to achieve."
She'll climb the Ranks rapidly, can't wait to see what the ultimate result of her research will be. Hopefully she lives long enough for it to bear fruit. Exavolt would've been safer in the short term...
They discussed tactics and likely opponents both for the spars themselves and the potential recruitment to follow. Hunger was uncertain if their party wanted another member to look after, especially one that would need to be protected as nearly all Elementalists did, but couldn't avoid the fact that the Elements she described had undeniable utility in breaching the Temple.
Well, Shadowcord's supposedly able to beat Sovereignty Armors in combat and we got a crash course in Elementalist augmentation in the subsequent update, so I'm optimistic about her usefulness in the short term. There's no reason she has to book passage on the Hunger Express for the long haul. And perhaps it's callous to mention, but dead party members convert imperfectly into motivation.
"So, tell me about your own Element, Hunger! You said it helped you beat the Rotspawn today, but what does it actually do?"
"It's a force of indiscriminate enhancement that applies to anyone immersed within. As far as I can tell, it works on all faculties of body and mind, on foe as well as friend."
"Interesting!" Gisena appeared next to Letrizia, who startled as if jolted. "Fire a bolt? I'd like to take a look."
Man, I know she just swam underwater, but I'm still reminded of Aizen's habit of just - showing up and laying an avuncular hand on Uryu's shoulder.
"I can't really fire bolts..." Hunger said. "The smallest blast is still the size of a car."
"Cars are fascinating!" Gisena replied easily. "It's translucent force, right? No one will notice!"
Good save, Gisena. We don't have the word count to accomodate technological tangents! And yeah, with the Kaguya's emphasis on exclusivity and privacy there's no real risk. What are they going to do if they see anyway? Complain to an Imperial Duchess and the Reckoner of Rotspawn? The kind of people who can afford to stay here aren't crazy, they're
eccentric. If guests want to shoot Surges into the sky, who are the staff to argue? Something something customer is always right... especially with the Doom of the Tyrant.
He loosed a blast at them. Letrizia cowered slightly before she exclaimed in awe, looking at her palms as if they held the secrets of the universe. Gisena adopted a contemplative expression before smiling smugly.
Yeah, augmentation along all axes
would feel good. Kind of envious, not only are they enjoying the epicurean lifestyle, they get to experience qualitative intellectual improvements? This is some Nameless-tier hedonism.
"This almost feels like findross!" She said. "Incredible, I think this is a precursor substance to actual findross itself. Blast us again, I want to test a theory..."
Shrugging, he did so. In response she raised a palm, intercepting his blast with her own Nullity.
"As I thought. The energy isn't being nullified - that is to say, the power of Nullity isn't rendering this Element mundane. Instead, they're actually cancelling each other out! I think this contains the parts of findross that uplift and restore, elevating the mundane to the supernal. In a sense, it can be considered the opposite of my own power!"
She scooted happily over to him. "It's just as I said earlier. We're a perfect pair!"
With this ammunition, she'll be even more insufferable! Why couldn't we have gone with Inksky? That was comfy in its own way, once we trained up the mantle's dexterity we'd be able to wrap our companions in its soothing embrace. That Edeldross is the opposite of Nullity's interesting, I wonder how many more components are needed to convert it into complete
findross? For now, it enables Tide-tanking combinations and might be able to restore Gisena's reserves after Ultimate use.
"Hm..." Letrizia thoughtfully tapped the side of the pool. "Your Element's pretty cool, Lord Hunger, even if it's not as good as my Sharpbright. If it really is related to findross as Miss Gisena says, maybe we can call it edeldross? The prefix 'edel-' refers to ennobling or improvement, especially in the context of something traditionally bad becoming good. Don't you think it suits you?"
Back to lord status so quickly? Or is Letrizia referencing Edeldross' etymology?
"A fine name, but do I come off as evil?" All of his current panoply had been Abducted from one villain or another. The Forebear's Blade, the Ring from the Tyrant; even the Evening Sky had belonged to that pirate captain, though in a diminished form.
"Yep," Letrizia said obliviously, "but don't worry, it's kinda cool! And I'm sure no one would mistake your intentions once they see your work!"
I know Hunger hacked the leg off of Gondar's apprentice and then severed all his tendons, but this is still the most brutal moment in the quest.
"I don't know," Gisena said. "I've seen plenty of Paladins and Knight-Captains with that color scheme, or at least similar ones! I'm sure people would mistake you as a hero if you smiled more."
I'm a sucker for callbacks to AST 1.0, so I really enjoyed this throwaway line of no particular consequence. Lelaine was a cool character and I hope his AU counterpart sells his life dearly. If Sielie can take out a Warlord, so can he!
"That part of my life is finished. I'm done with taking on requests for strangers with no expectation of reward."
We weren't even offered the Doom of the Martyr! The Champion lifestyle's all about that expectation of reward.
Letrizia looked slightly disappointed. "But isn't that the best part of heroing?"
Oh, my sweet summer child... Hunger could probably rustle up a Kiritsugu-tier polemic against heroism.
They discussed his choice of wardrobe for several minutes more, to his moderate dismay. Tired out from overusing her Element, Letrizia eventually trailed off, mumbling to herself as she slowly fell asleep.
What's there to discuss, the Evening Sky can assume whatever shape its master requires!
"I'll carry her back," Hunger volunteered, but Gisena laid a soft hand against his arm, eyes gentle and green.
Ah, shit, by invoking the c-word he just activated Gisena's trap card.
"Let her rest here for a bit. The waters may help with her Elemental exhaustion."
Heh, at least Letrizia can commiserate with Hunger about how much the Tired and Exhausted conditions suck, now that she's capable of exerting Pressure. We'll make a real fisherwoman of her yet!
"..."
"What?" She swirled around to face him directly, crossing arms beneath her cleavage. "You don't believe me?"
"...Are you trying to make her pruney again?"
Gisena giggled. "Maybe I want you to carry me instead! You have two arms, so there's no excuse to skimp out on a full princess carry."
"Hmph. I do owe you one for the Magus fight. Here to our room is a pretty short stretch. You okay with that?"
It's true, Hunger did admit as much internally, and we know how seriously he takes his word. Ever since Zweihander's victory, this was inevitable. Dread it, run from it, the princess carry arrives all the same. At least we've wriggled free of Backpack Gisena being a tactical necessity. How did that work with the Witch Slayers, anyway? Other than awkwardly.
"Good point!"
She leaned back, raising one pale, slender foot out of the water. "Perhaps you can give me a massage instead?"
...My turn to break out the ellipses.
"You slacked off the whole day, why do you need a massage?"
She gently kicked water at him, which the Evening Sky obligingly deflected. "Why not? It's a continuance of my relaxation!"
"Fine. Come here."
These little moments where our superhuman status bleeds over into mundane utility are always gratifying... as is the fact that we didn't spend word count on the foot massage.
The next day they set out bright and early, though the hotel staff did their best to have them stay, even offering free nights if he would but fight the Rotspawn again. Despite the tremendous economic value of their proposal, Hunger had to deny them, though he didn't rule out attacking the Rotbeast if they happened to pass through this region again. Their vacation was drawing to a close - one last bit of training against Letrizia's classmates, and he would make for the Temple again.
We ran the baths for a total of ten hours and they're still willing to comp us additional nights? Maybe the bribery was unnecessary. Sorry, free nights at the Kaguya are nice, but unless they can pay in Apocryphal-free days, Hunger's not for sale. We've already lingered too long. Killing the Rotbeast might've been an efficient way of getting the funds to bribe Shadowcord and two picks for a stationary target's not bad, but time burns.
They'd gained much from this trip; in many senses it had been more productive than attacking the Temple directly. But every day delayed was unnecessary suffering heaped upon the Imprisoned Ring. Hunger would see to its rescue as soon as possible; other paths were unacceptable to him.
And removal of the Ring's equally unacceptable to the Inner Residents, for reasons that are becoming clear. We didn't take the Guilt consequence, so I'm optimistic that Hunger's resolve will endure even once he sees the scale of the Inner Ring, but may the Accursed help us if it gets put to a vote. The premonition of future morality debates is already draining my argumentative stamina.
1526 words. Arete for the Arete throne, updates for the index god, so on and so forth.