Should I break off a snip series into its own thread at 10 chapter?

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Gone Horribly Right.

That aside; we've only known the Cattleya who had more-or-less given up hope due to being bedridden with a seemingly uncurable illness.

How will a Cattleya who has been rescued from that fate deal with being engaged to her rescuer by her family?

Especially once the other suitors after him, start making themselves known. :whistle:
 
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Ding SI 9
Ding SI 9

All eyes were on me. Accept or don't accept. I took a sip of tea to give myself time to think. Okay, brain time to work your magic. Come up with a stupendous plan to avoid a potential clusterfuck. Assess the players. Louise looked excited, which was sweet, and confirmed purely familial feelings for me. Helpful. A glance out of the corner of my eye showed a dispirited Siesta putting on a brave face. Sorry, but she is really too young for me. I don't care what my apparent age was, mentally I was thirty five. Centurion was eyeing me carefully while stroking his beard. He seemed approving that I wasn't just jumping in head first, but also a bit impatient. Keep the assessment short. Never play poker with Karin because all I got was a blank mask, neither approving or disapproving. Eleanore was as easy to read as Louise, but her reaction was the polar opposite. She was wary and disapproving but not outright belligerent. If she trusted me after one meeting I would be surprised. Now for the most important person in the room. The one whose opinion on this whole thing mattered the most. I looked to Cattleya.

"Isn't this sudden?" Cattleya asked faintly.

"Perhaps, but he would be a fine match. I daresay…" Her father started to lay on the sales pitch, but I cut him off. "If she doesn't want to marry me it's fine. Her happiness is what matters in all this." At first Centurion looked irritated at being interrupted, but when he heard the reason, his anger subsided.

"I would not object. I was just concerned for your feelings…" Cattleya smiled faintly at me.

"A fine answer from both of you," Karin nodded approvingly. Some of the starch left Eleanore's spine. She still appeared peeved but no longer wholly disapproving.

"As long as we have time to get to know one another properly," I said. She was a sweetheart and I was a schemer. Let's make sure there is actual chemistry before jumping into anything. If Cattleya was unhappy with the arrangement I would have to break the engagement. The only issue would be to do it in such a way as to not alienate everyone at the table.

"Take what time you need, but we would appreciate grandchildren soon," Karin lightly teased. My brain almost ground to a halt. Karin the Heavy Wind was teasing me. The lady whose philosophy was the Rule of Steel was joking.

No one really gave me time to stop and think. Once I basically accepted the engagement we were stuffed in a carriage and sent on our way. The Duke and Duchess had notices to publish and all the high society stuff. I would have liked some time to speak privately with Cattleya but that wasn't happening any time soon. The carriage we were in was Cattleya's roving menagerie. Animals of all kinds lounged around. Louise was using a tiger for a seat on the floor, leaning up against its formidable body. I was off balance at just how fast we went from ambush engagement to shoved out the door.

"Rob? You blanked out again," Siesta brought me back to the present.

"Rob?" Cattleya looked at the maid curiously. Siesta stiffened in shock.

"Oh...ah...that is…" She started to say.

"Rob doesn't stand on ceremony in private," Louise didn't even look up from petting the tiger.

"Oh wonderful. The way you spoke with my parents I assumed you were more 'proper,'" Cattleya winked.

"Siesta is like family at this point. She's a good friend and confidant," I smiled at Siesta. Come on, Siesta. You can stop panicking now.

"I'm not surprised. She sounds wonderful," Cattleya nodded. Siesta perked up with a tremulous smile.

"Might as well tell her about our magic lessons," Louise spoke up from the floor.

"Ah yes! You have been teaching magic to Louise. Thank you so much. I knew she was talented," Cattleya's smile could be seen at the bottom of a dark coal mine.

"Ahem. Our magic lessons," Louise indicated Siesta with her eyes.

"Ah…" Siesta waffled at being put on the spot.

"Wait. She is a Mage…?" Cattleya gasped. Siesta started to retreat into herself at the older girl's scrutiny. Suddenly she smiled. "That's wonderful. Is there a reason you're keeping it secret?" The maid looked dumbfounded at just how fast she accepted her magic talent.

"I have tried the uh school spells but they don't work," Siesta said.

"Much like Louise...How peculiar…" she mused.

I didn't think Siesta was a secret Void mage. I had a theory that anyone in this setting could use magic. To use the Brimiric Style required being of one of the established noble bloodlines. Unless you were directly descended of Brimir and became a Void Mage. The number of which was limited to four. Four Void Mages, four Royal Bloodlines.

"I better warn you. I have children," I told Cattleya.

"You do…? Were you married before? Ah, how inconsiderate…" she started to say.

"Ah no no no...I built them. They're advanced golems that look human," I quickly assured her.

"Really?" She turned to Louise.

"Nepgya is a sweetheart and his first. He just finished Maleficent. She seems alright for the most part. Except that she seems to enjoy a darker form of verbal teasing," Louise said.

"Where I come from the term would be 'troll.' Someone who teases others even they don't like it. Especially when they don't like it," I said dryly.

"Why would she do that?" Cattleya asked.

"To understand the way of trolls lies madness," I nodded sagely. At least I hope it was a sage nod.

It was left up to me to explain to the Headmaster about my engagement. Cattleya needed a place to stay after all. Were we going to conform to medieval society or anime cliches?

"Simple enough. You have enough room in your chambers," Old Osmond then had the nerve to wink at me.

I was starting to hate anime tropes.

"Is it proper for a man to cohabitate with a woman before their marriage?" I asked. Okay, modern guy here and I personally wouldn't mind. The issue I was having was that Cattleya might not like living with a stranger. She could stay in Louise's rooms. Problem solved!

"Quite chivalrous of you but we aren't as backwards as all that," Osmond dismissed my concerns. I turned to Cattleya, Louise, or even Siesta, for backup.

"I don't see the harm," Louise looked puzzled. Strike one.

"What is it?" Siesta didn't get it. Strike two.

"I am okay with this," Cattleya smiled. Strike three and I'm out.

"As long as she's okay with it," I shrugged and gave up. If I continued to fight that would be like saying Cattleya doesn't know her own mind.

"Ah yes...before you go?" Old Osmond coughed into his fist.

"Yes sir?" I asked.

"Your daughters have been quite busy since you left. Could you please ask them to reign in their enthusiasm?" The Headmaster asked delicately.

Spontaneous engagement, moving my fiancee into my rooms, and now my daughters are acting up? I was about to take up drinking. No. Alcohol leads to hangovers and hangovers are painful. Let's not add to my list of complications. A couple servants were sent to take Cattleya's belongings to my quarters. The menagerie were require their mistress' special touch. For now the animals seemed content to be left in the carriage. I was already making plans for an enclosure to house the animals. Unless Cattleya wanted them to live in the same rooms as us.

Building a small house on the grounds was moving up in priority.

"What are Nepgya and Maleficent up to?" Louise asked in bewilderment.

"That's the million dollar question…" I muttered under my breath.

"Are they usually good girls?" Cattleya asked.

"Nepgya is a sweetheart. We don't know Maleficent so well yet. Perhaps we should have brought her with us," Siesta sighed.

"We probably should have," I couldn't help agreeing. What were my kids up to while we were gone?

Could I get some time to process any of this? Is that too much to ask? Today was Void Day. A day of rest for all of Halkeginia and I was stressing out. Please ROB let my children be engaged in some wacky shenanigans I can clear up in five minutes. As I opened up the door to my lab it was made abundantly clear no one heard my prayers.

"Hold ranks! Hold ranks!" Nepgya yelled.

"Press the advantage!" Maleficent declared.

My children were dressed in military uniforms. Nepgya was in Planeptune colors while Maleficent was in Lastation. They were on opposite sides of the room waving riding crops at each other. My lab was converted into a battlefield with dirt, rubble, simulated hills. ELMAs in my children's respective colors marched across the field firing paintballs. That was hardly the weirdest part and the rest was weird enough! Running across the field in military BDUs were dozens of chibis. Chibi Nepgyas and Chibi Maleficents charged with oversized paintball guns. The weapons looked like BFGs when wielded by the six inch hordes. The lists were filled with chibis covered in black and silver paint.


"They're so cute!" Cattleya gushed.

Right, because that is totally the issue here.

"So adorable!" Louise cooed.

Because that is the appropriate response.

"Awww I want one…" Siesta laid a hand on her face.

Take a dozen. We have spares.

ELMAs swooped by dropping chibis with mini rocket packs to the field. Apparently the reinforcements for the Planeptune contingent arrived. One of the chibi Nepgyas veered wildly and crashed into my chest. By reflex I held up a hand to catch her. The chibi looked up with her wide eyes and beamed while giving me a thumbs up.

"Smile Grandpa!" With that she flew off to rejoin the battle.

Too cute…! Ahem.

A stray shot from Maleficent's army caught me in the face. Well that cured my cuteness overload nicely. Prestidigitation removed the mess but not the bruise to my ego.

"What are they doing?" Louise asked.

"Good question." I brought my fingers up to my lips and blew. A little sound enhancement just to get my point across. Both girls jumped as did the chibis. Even more weapon discharges left the lab an even worse technicolor mess. Why did they have automatic paintball guns? Where was the ammo even coming from?

"Goodness! Uhhh...hi Dad?" Nepgya giggled sheepishly.

"You are back already, Father?" Maleficent tried to cover her shock with aplomb. I wasn't fooled.

"What is going on here?" I asked as calmly as possible. They better have a good reason or I was revoking their lab privileges.

"We were attempting to establish which of us is in charge," Maleficent said.

"I said that since I'm the first born it's my responsibility," Nepgya said.

"And I said that since I was built for research I should be the one in charge," Maleficent folded her arms, tapping the riding crop on her upper arm.

"How did that become this?" I gestured at the lab.

"We decided to settle it fairly with a paintball game," Nepgya said.

"We had the mini fabricator completed. It was trivial to make soldiers," Maleficent gestured at the troops.

"Most people wouldn't build armies for a paintball game," I said dryly.

"No fun/Boring," both my children scoffed.

"Oh, your children are so pretty!" Cattleya exclaimed.

"Who is this?" Maleficent asked curiously.

"She's pretty…" Nepgya murmured.

"Girls? This is Cattleya de La Fontaine and we are engaged," I introduced her.

"That would make her our mother, correct?" Maleficent asked.

"If you like…" Cattleya smiled. Wow, she was taking this well. All things considered, I don't think many people would just roll with the punches like this.

"Heeee…! Hi Mom!" Nepgya glomped Cattleya, at the last minute remembering to hold back her strength. The collision was still enough to knock my fiancee into my chest.

"I suppose this is okay…" My youngest tried to look indifferent but she seemed pleased.

A low whir was heard as Siesta strode across the battlefield using an ELMA like an upright vacuum. She seemed quite enchanted with the modern convenience. Maybe it was the horde of chibis on her shoulders and in her pockets? Thank goodness the chibi horde was confined to one place.

"Weren't there more of the...little ones?" Louise directed my attention to the ground. She was right. The number seemed to have dropped by at least half. Uh oh. I checked the lab door, left open in my confusion.

"Girls? The chibis escaped," I said.

"What's the worst they can do? They're barely half a foot high," Louise said.

"They're just so cute…!" Siesta cuddled a Maleficent chibi to her face. The little one trying, and failing, to look stoic even if she was blushing.

"They're programmed to patrol the perimeter and keep out invaders," Nepgya beamed.

"We would not let them run wild without some restrictions. Each one possesses a version of our own OS. Their memory backup is in here," Maleficent gestured at a machine creatively labeled Chibi Command.

"Really," I deadpanned. Nepgya and Maleficent were running different Operating Systems. They managed to combine them into one for the Chibis? Right because that wouldn't backfire spectacularly.

"The Chibi Command machine also has a mini fabricator for making more. Just in case any are damaged. The system is programmed to keep the numbers at a steady one hundred of each," Maleficent continued to expound on the virtues.

"Can the Chibis operate the machine?" I asked.

"They are programmed to perform maintenance on whatever machines require it, but cannot actually operate anything," she assured me. My smile didn't quite reach my eyes. Tinker munchkins with access to all of the machines and electronics.

"How would they run a check on the system without actually operating the equipment?" I asked curiously.

"Oh...well…" Maleficent looked flustered.

"So they could operate the machines…" Nepgya realized.

"You might want to fix that before the adorable little gremlins go too crazy," I suggested.

"But Father couldn't you fix it?" Maleficent asked.

"Sorry, but I have to help your mother settle in. Tootles children!" I waved and ducked out of the lab with Cattleya and Louise a half step behind me.

"What will you do if they can't 'fix' the problem?" Louise asked as I shut the door.

"I have enough spare parts in my chambers to make a device to deactivate the chibis," I assured her.

"NO DISASSEMBLE!" A Chibi Nepgya popped up on Cattleya's shoulder. I let out a squawk of surprise and fell over backwards.

"He won't...I promise he won't…" Cattleya patted the little one on the head.

"Maybe you could try talking to them directly?" Louise suggested. It couldn't possibly be that easy…

I'm doing it again. I'm making assumptions without verification.

"Do me a favor and just stick to the blueprints. Don't make additions, unless leaving it alone would result in a failure, and stay out of sight. Unless you're with us," I said to the chibi.

"A-Okie dokie Grandpa," the chibi gave me a thumbs up.

"See? They're good girls," Louise said. A chibi Maleficent popped up on her head and grinned.

The grin that little Maleficent had wasn't reassuring, but one has to extend trust to get trust.

At least my rooms were clean. The war didn't extend here. There were over a dozen chibis with rocket packs doing the work of a cleaning crew. Laying in the center of the floor was Cattleya's tiger. Right. Tell a tiger where to go. I'm not that foolish. If he wanted to stay that was fine. He had a few chibis curled up in his fur sleepily.

"We kept your rooms clean!" A chibi flew up to my face.

"Why do I have to crawl under the furniture?" A chibi Mal pouted from the floor. I picked her up and set the chibi on my shoulder.

"You drew the short straw," the Nepgya by my face said.

"Are there more of you in my rooms?" Louise asked.

"We have chibis in all major corners of the castle. There is nothing we don't know," Chibicent said from my shoulder.

"We already stopped fifteen peepings, twenty two mean pranks, and Osmond's pervy mouse," Chibigya puffed her chest out.

"Good good...Ah. Did Cattleya's belongings arrive yet?" I asked.

"Yep! There's just one problem…" Chibigya said.

I exchanged confused looks with Louise and Cattleya.

"What problem is that?" I asked.

"One bed," Chibicent smirked.

Oh, right. That. Suddenly my collar felt too tight. Talk about an embarrassment of good fortune. My plans definitely didn't account for this…
 
My it looks like he might not end up in a harem, quite an interesting turn of events. I look forward to more.
 
It probably says something that I couldn't stop smiling while reading this.

Also, I foresee the chibis becoming a running gag throughout the story. :D
 
Ding SI 10
Ding SI 10

Night came to Halkeginia. I was anticipating/dreading what was to come. Cattleya would not accept me sleeping on a cot or the floor. To be completely honest I wasn't comfortable sleeping in the same bed as anyone else. My last girlfriend couldn't even sleep with me. I slept on the floor because I felt crowded and tense. At least this bed was bigger than my old one.

My sleepwear was usually nonexistent. I had pajamas in my size thanks to Siesta. Cattleya was getting changed for bed which gave me a couple minutes to change. I cast 'Lock' on the door just in case. Let's try to avoid the usual 'girl walks in on guy changing' trope. I know my fiancee (and that was going to be an adjustment) wouldn't hit me. Oh no. It would be worse. She would be flustered and uncomfortable and I would feel like a heel. I unlocked the door when I was finished.

"You can come in…" Cattleya called through the door. She was going to wait for me, huh? That took a load off my mind. I quickly scanned the floor for signs of Chibis just in case. Okay, none in sight. If I made Chibi helpers they would have cameras. I had to assume these Chibis would too.

"I'm coming in...erk," I entered the room and froze in shock.

"Is something the matter? I am probably not as lovely as some of the people you've met..." Cattleya glanced away in embarrassment. My brain slowly defrosted as I took in her appearance. She wore a pink sleeveless dressing gown with a modest amount of cleavage. The gown was made of silk and clung to her form enticingly. Her hair was loose and fell down in waves.

"Say something you fool!" Chibi Maleficent hissed in my ear before disappearing. The sudden shock rebooted my brain.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life," I told her honestly.

"Really?" She glanced up through her eyelashes.

"Really," I nodded firmly.

"You are kind to say so," she flashed me a happy smile.

The only issue I had now was sleeping in the same bed as a goddess. "Polypurpose Panacea!" Chibi Nepgya hissed in my other ear before disappearing. I had shoulder angels. Polypurpose Panacea would have let me suppress the hangover for an hour. It can also be used to give me an uninterrupted hour of sleep. Once asleep I tend to stay asleep for the rest of the night. Did it bother me that my kids were keeping an eye on me even now? Not really. They just saved my life tonight.

A new problem developed. Who would get into bed first? Rather than stand there waffling all night, I took charge and sat down on the bed. She climbed in on her side. Just like that my nerve fled. I brought my legs up and under the covers. Cattleya and I sat side by side, but neither of us were laying down. Seconds, or even minutes, passed in silence. All of a sudden Cattleya started laughing. I arched an eyebrow at my betrothed in bemusement.

"What are we even doing? We're so nervous!" Cattleya giggled.

"I'll admit the idea of sleeping next to a beautiful woman does that to me," I smiled wryly. She rolled her eyes before fixing me with a wry look of her own.

"You are certainly no ogre, sir. To be honest I wasn't sure what this would be like. I read 'The Nobleman's Chambermaid' and they couldn't keep their hands off of each other. I admit I was expecting it to be something like that and it made me nervous. Not that I object mind you, but I'm not ready for anything like that. I was trying to decide how to broach the subject, but you looked more nervous than I," Cattleya let out a sigh of relief.

"I think we can wait until we know each other better first," I chuckled as the knot of tension loosened. The silence between us turned from stifling to comfortable. We were still going to sleep in the same bed, but it lost the weight. I held my arms open for a hug. Cattleya smiled and hugged me.

The lights dimmed, probably a Chibi, leaving us alone together in the dark. We talked a little, mostly about what was going on with Louise. What can I say? We both had a vested interest in her welfare. If this engagement was going to work we needed to have common ground. The conversation turned to my children.

"I'm a little overwhelmed at how easily they accepted me," Cattleya admitted. Her head lay on my chest. I was determined to get over my issue with sharing a bed.

"I can understand that. They just met you after all. Whether they like it or not, they're a lot like me. I can see my nicer side in Nepgya and my snarkier one in Maleficent. If I could like you after one meeting, why wouldn't they?" I smiled down at her.

"Mmm…" Cattleya smiled faintly.

Surprisingly sleep came without help, magic or otherwise. The next morning started with some excitement. I awoke to the face of a tiger staring into mine. Ah yes. Cattleya's tiger, forgotten in favor of my preoccupation, huffed in my face. He gripped the edge of the blanket with his teeth and tugged it up further to cover Cattleya's shoulders. The sleepy woman snuggled under the covers with a content sigh. He turned to look at her before looking back at me. The big cat chuffed with feline amusement before wandering out of the bedroom. When I tried to get out of bed he merely flashed me a look. Slowly I brought my feet back into bed. Satisfied that I wasn't going anywhere, the tiger laid down on the floor.

I'm being ordered around by a tiger. This is my life now.

"Grandpa!" Chibi Nepgear zoomed into the room with a mini rocket pack. The sudden cry jerked Cattleya awake and caused us both to sit up.

"What is it?" I asked quickly.

"The Princess is requesting your presence to award you the title. She wants it done today!" The little one landed on Cattleya's shoulder.

"That's great news!" Cattleya enthused.

"Could have done without the scare, but thanks for telling me," I smiled faintly.

"No problem! You need to get ready. I gotta go! Watching people get dressed isn't right," the Chibi blushed before zooming out through the window.

"She's right. You need to get ready," Cattleya said.

"Want to come with us? I know that Louise would be asked to come," I said.

"Actually I would like to get to know Nepgya and Maleficent better," she decided.

"That's a great idea," I smiled.

If I didn't butterfly away everything; this would be where Henrietta asked Louise and myself for a favor. I remembered the favor, in canon, was to investigate the reports of abuses by nobles on the common folk. I got dressed quickly and used Prestidigitation on myself and Cattleya. She looked intrigued over what the spell could do.

"You could ask Nepgya or Maleficent to make you something to cast Prestidigitation," I suggested while we walked down to breakfast.

"I think I might. It's too bad you have to go so soon. I was looking forward to seeing more of you and Louise," Cattleya sighed.

"We'll be back before you know it," I promised. The annoying thing was that I might be breaking that promise. Henrietta's request took a few days in the anime and light novel. Thank you reality for reminding me my plans aren't made in a vacuum.

Louise looked grumpy at being summoned so abruptly. Either that or she was tired of dealing with Kirche. The Germanian was trying to get a rise out of her. I couldn't tell if the redhead was trying to be friendly, flirty, or what. Her minder, Tabitha, was hiding behind the Tale of Ivaldi. I just realized I would have to explain my betrothal to other people. All of the harem tropes I knew stressed that trying to avoid them didn't work. The best I could do was be up front and stay strong.

"Is this your sister? My she is quite good looking. Oh, but don't worry Louise, I'm sure they'll grow in eventually. Just look at your sister," Kirche teased. Louise paused.

"You are absolutely right. I just have to be patient. My mother was small as well," Louise nodded gratefully. Kirche looked flummoxed at her nonchalant response.

"Owned," Tabitha said from behind her book. She was being infected by modern Earth slang. Where was she learning that? I caught sight of Nepgya through the window. The gynoid was giving Sylphid a piggyback ride.

Question withdrawn.

"Kirche, Tabitha, this is my betrothed, Cattleya," I introduced them.

"It is a pleasure to meet you," Cattleya smiled kindly.

"Betrothed…?" Kirche gawked at the news before opening her mouth to say something. Please don't go with a knee jerk reaction, Kirche. I did not want to snap at you.

"Don't," Tabitha said warningly. The redhead subsided sullenly. Thank you Tabitha for defusing a bomb.

The sisters missed the byplay as they were too busy hugging each other and chatting.

"Dad? Take this," Nepgya said. I noticed that she was pushing a serving cart. She was holding out a leather satchel with a cross body strap. It had a top flap and four pockets.

"What is it?" I asked. The leatherwork was nicely done with gold hardware. It already looked broken in but still handsome.

"The main part can hold up to eighty pounds while the pockets can hold forty apiece. We loaded two of the pockets with Chibis, twenty apiece, while this one has emergency tools. This pocket here is completely empty. Maleficent put the clothes you arrived with in the main part," Nepgya said. Tools and Chibis? I had a well stocked version of a D&D Handy Haversack!

"Just thought you would like something useful. We're still working on portable force field generators disguised as Rings of Protection," Nepgya smiles.

"Make sure to send a few to Princess Henrietta for dispersal to her agents," I said.

"Way ahead of you. We have everyone you interact with on the list. Especially Mom," Nepgya smiled over at Cattleya.

"She'll be safe here with you while Louise and I go to the capital," I gave Nepgya a hug. The purple haired gynoid returned it with interest. Thankfully it wasn't too hard.

"Oh and take this! Maleficent packed you and Louise a lunch," Nepgya handed over a hamper of food. I half expected it to be Bigger on the Inside like the Haversack. It was just a regular hamper.

"We have to go, Rob! Stop standing around!" Louise ordered. She rushed past me to the courtyard. I couldn't help chuckling over her antics. It was cute how my mistress was so loyal to the Princess. Then again, if what I saw the morning after her visit with the Princess was true, it might be more than just loyalty.

The carriage driver looked a bit irked over being made to wait for us. No wonder he was annoyed. The carriage had the personal seal of the Tristanian Royal Family on the sides. He was expected to drive us to the city without delay. I honestly doubted that Henrietta would have him punished. This was dropped on us at the last minute so delays would be inevitable.

"Do you know why the Princess would be in such a hurry?" I asked Louise as the carriage set out.

"I have no idea. The Princess said she would tell us when the title came through. She didn't say we would have to go the same day," Louise said.

"Lovely. It must be important otherwise she wouldn't push like this," I said. Henrietta was very easy going. She did everything in her power to avoid inconveniencing people. It would be a mistake to call her a push over, but she had a soft spot for Louise.

"How did it go with Cattleya last night?" Louise asked.

"It was great. We talked, cuddled together in bed, and even had a tiger tuck us in," I chuckled. Even if the tiger waited until morning. It made sense for a nocturnal creature.

"He must like you. I remember the time he decided one of the groomsman was being disrespectful. The poor man somehow had tiger dung in his shoes," Louise giggled.

"That does make me feel better," I chuckled.

The carriage took us right into the courtyard of the castle. Getting the VIP treatment meant no waiting to be escorted inside. Our guide walked with an officious stride as if his duty was the most important thing in the world. I couldn't help the amused smile that crossed my face. He was a kid, probably just out of training, and taking everything so seriously. Louise walked with her back straight and head held high. I made sure my jacket was straight and there were no unseen wrinkles in my clothes. Knowledge of courtly demeanor would hopefully keep me from making too many mistakes.

I wasn't going to accidentally kiss Henrietta like Saito did.

The inside of the throne room was impressive. High vaulted ceilings and white colonnades made the room feel even larger. The grand sight wasn't lost on me. It was remarkably well constructed, but when you had access to real magic, anything was possible. I was curious to know just how much magic actually went into the construction. Unfortunately asking about architectural matters would have to wait. Seated before us on the dais was Princess Henrietta with Chevalier Agnes de Milan stood at her side.

"Louise Françoise de Valliere and Robert Drakona. Welcome," Henrietta spoke regally from the throne. Her eyes lingered on Louise.

"Greetings, Your Majesty," Louise curtsied low to the future Queen. She returned the look through her bangs.

"Greetings, Your Majesty," I bowed low before straightening. I wasn't imagining things. The two of them were speaking with their eyes. Judging by the blank mask Agnes wore she hadn't missed the implications either.

I was directed to kneel directly at Henrietta's feet. She took a ceremonial sword from one of her retainers.

"I have called you here today to bestow a great honor. Robert Drakona. I hereby name you Chevalier Robert de Drakona. Knight of the Kingdom," Henrietta spoke stridently as she tapped each shoulder and the top of my head in turn.

"It is my pleasure to serve, Your Majesty," I said. She held her hand out, granting me permission to kiss her hand. Actually kissing the hand was a faux pas. Instead you took the lady by the fingers and lightly kiss the air above. Now that the niceties were out of the way I was permitted to stand.

"Please leave us," Henrietta told the various functionaries. The guards would remain as per protocol…

"Leave," Agnes narrowed her eyes at the guards.

Right. Screw protocol. Of course.

As the doors of the throne room shut, an imperceptible tension left Henrietta's shoulders. The future monarch proceeded to crush Louise to her bosom. My mistress returned the embrace just as fondly. I sidled over to Agnes. The blonde Chevalier let out a weary sigh.

"The two were sending each other letters for some time now. I suppose that's no longer good enough," Agnes said with a tired look. My brain screeched to a freezing halt. Wait. What?

"Wait. What?" I asked. Agnes looked startled.

"She didn't tell you?" She asked.

"I was trying to respect her privacy. I saw her the morning after, but I didn't think it was ongoing…" I trailed off. Stupid! Of course it was ongoing! Unless alcohol is involved few people jump in the sack with someone on a whim.

"Lady Valliere has been feeling more confident. I suppose that would account for this," Agnes said. I wasn't a butterfly. I was fuckin' Mothra Leo. This was an enormous deviation from canon.

"As much as I wish to just enjoy a pleasant visit, I had a more pressing need," Henrietta apologized.

"Whatever is the matter?" Louise asked.

"I have received some troubling news as of late. One of my tax agents has been abusing his authority. No one is coming forward to implicate them. I have no idea who the actual culprit is," the Princess shook her head slowly.

"Do you want us to find them?" Louise offered. She was still the same Louise where it mattered.

"I was hoping you would. It will require you to go undercover. No one can know you are an agent of the crown until the culprit is caught red handed," Henrietta said.

"How will we do that?" Louise asked.

"Well…"

Henrietta's plan was for us to act as commoners. She gave us a small stipend to get started and buy whatever we needed to sell the act. We spent some of the money to buy Louise an outfit that was functional. My mistress was upset that there wasn't enough for anything more extravagant than a nice dress. She was also upset over all the walking we were doing. I left her at the fountain to see if I could find the Charming Fairy Inn. Maybe we could just walk in and ask for work? It didn't hurt to try.

I noticed a young woman dressed in scanty clothes standing outside of a restaurant. The sign above said "Charming Fairy Inn." It only took me two hours to find the place. Unfortunately it appeared that Mademoiselle Scarron wasn't in at the moment. I thanked her before heading back to where I left Louise.

"Ooh…" Louise moaned as she approached the fountain from the other side.

Crap crap crap…

"What's wrong, Louise?" I asked.

"I was trying to increase our money, but the man lied to me. His establishment only took my money…" She whined. Of course. I forgot about Louise and the gambling hall.

"Do you have anything left?" I asked.

"No…" Louise exhaled. "What about you?" She asked.

Should I or shouldn't I? I wasn't happy with Louise losing the money. I was even less happy that someone took advantage of her naivety. It was time to stop being so nice and do something wild. A smirk crossed my face, "I have some money left. Don't worry. I'll get revenge on them for taking advantage of you, Louise."

She tilted her head to the side in confusion.

The gambling hall was brightly lit and inviting. They were salespeople after all. In this case they were selling people on the idea of parting with their money. As soon as we entered I released ten Chibis of Maleficent. The dark Reyvateils minis immediately disappeared under all available surfaces. Their mission was to help me cheat inconspicuously.

"Ah! If it isn't the young miss. Did you bring more money this time?" A smarmy man sidled up to us with a smirk.

"I am here to watch my friend win back my money," Louise turned up her nose.

"I hope he's better than you were. No one has ever seen a worse gambler," he chuckled. Louise flushed angrily.

"Are you finished insulting a customer or shall I just go elsewhere?" I made a show of bouncing my purse. The jingle of coins caught his attention.

"Pardon my rudeness, sir. Please come in...Ah! Where are you going?" He asked.

"I see the game I want to play," I smirked. There was a perfectly normal Poker table.

Poker was more tactics than luck. You could win with a terrible hand by psyching out the opposition. I had an advantage in that the Chibis would be feeding me information on my opponents. However I had to avoid showing my knowledge too openly. Louise lost fifteen gold. I had to earn back at least that to break even.

Three hours later I was 'politely' escorted out of the hall with a 'friendly' suggestion to not come back. They didn't catch me. The bastards were just poor sports. I gave Louise back the fifteen gold she lost and held onto the total winnings to the tune of seven hundred and seventy three gold.

"Uh oh...It's getting dark," Louise noticed.

"We need to find a place to stay tonight. I have an idea," I suggested.

Louise stared at the Charming Fairy Inn with a deadpan look on her face.

"You are betrothed to my sister and this is your brilliant idea?" She demanded irately.

"Your sister is definitely the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I'm not going to screw that up. What I'm suggesting is we see if they will let us work here. Remember Siesta? Nobles tend to ignore the help. The same is true for customers in a tavern. After a few beers they'll tell their life story to anyone," I said.

"Keep your eyes in your head at all times. You are not to stare like some slathering dog at these...these women," Louise gestured angrily.

"Louise? I would suggest you talk to them. Get to know their stories before you make judgements," I managed to say with only a slight edge to my voice.

"Fine," she turned on her heel and stormed inside. Great. She's pissed off at me and I need her to be smooth.

Inside the tavern I managed to catch up to her. She regained some of her composure, but still appeared to be on edge. The same woman from earlier flounced over to us.

"If you are here for Mademoiselle Scarron she is here now," the woman smiled.

"You were already here?" Louise asked.

"We needed work and a place to stay. I thought it might be best…" I chuckled apologetically.

"Right. I suppose you are right," she said tensely.

"Is something wrong?" The woman asked with concern.

"It's...not something we like to talk about…" I deliberately left it vague.

"Ah! My apologies...I'm sorry. It's not of my business. Please come this way. I'm sure Mi Mademoiselle would love to meet you…" she gestured for us to follow her.

"What do we say?" Louise asked quietly.

"Nothing. Just let them come up with their own ideas. Don't confirm or deny anything," I whispered back.

"I suppose that...that...huh?" Louise suddenly whined in confusion. I turned in the direction she was looking and nodded. Sure enough there was Mademoiselle Scarron. A fahbulous woman with a muscular physique and mustache.

"Are these the ones? Look at just how cute this one is!" Scarron fussed over Louise prompting my mistress to whine again. She turned in my direction and smiled, "Ah and you must be here gallant protector, no? Such a handsome fellow!"

"It does me good to have a beautiful lady compliment me," I smiled. Louise's eyes grew even rounder in surprise.

"Oh, you flatterer…" Scarron waved her hand with a coy look.

Louise's brain completely checked out while Scarron and I handled the details. Poor girl. She thought this was bad? She ain't seen nothing yet.
 
"It does me good to have a beautiful lady compliment me," I smiled. Louise's eyes grew even rounder in surprise.

"Oh, you flatterer…" Scarron waved her hand with a coy look.

Louise's brain completely checked out while Scarron and I handled the details. Poor girl. She thought this was bad? She ain't seen nothing yet.
I wonder if he realizes that the Chibis are almost certainly recording this whole thing, and will likely be showing it to (at least) his fiance, later.

On the one hand, he might be counting on it for when Louise mentions the kind of places they went to.

On the other, he may never stop hearing about it. :D

On a side note: It's nice to see Scarron getting some love in-fic.
 
I wonder if he realizes that the Chibis are almost certainly recording this whole thing, and will likely be showing it to (at least) his fiance, later.

On the one hand, he might be counting on it for when Louise mentions the kind of places they went to.

On the other, he may never stop hearing about it. :D

On a side note: It's nice to see Scarron getting some love in-fic.
I only just realized that I have never seen a fic give Scarron the love she deserves... Well, besides possibly Overlady... but that is... well... It's Overlady.

Also... why do I suddenly see Catt seeing the video live, and getting the weird idea that she needs to muscle up? I hope to all that is holy (I love my patron Kirby) that such a travesty DOESN'T happen, but it does seem like it would be a hilarious Omake. XD
 
Shadow Hearts: New Dawn 1
Shadow Hearts: New Dawn 1

The locker felt like a coffin. Taylor screamed and cried to be released. It wasn't the dark that bothered her, but the other things. The squirming, biting things that tried to burrow through her flesh. Some distant part of her mind realized she was experiencing all the indignities of a corpse without dying first. The cloying smell of death and decay filled her nostrils. For as long as she lived the smell would never leave her. Outside of her personal Hell it sounded like a New Orleans funeral. The mourners laughed and played while the dead could nothing but be silent.

The first thing to fade was her sight. Her overstressed mind was collapsing. The sounds beyond the door started to die. Was it because they were leaving or her failing consciousness? If any of Taylor's wishes was granted, she hoped it was the one that had her sense of touch go next. The ceaseless torment by the insects was driving her insane. Her lungs seized as anaphylactic shock set in. Must have been...a poisonous bug...Taylor frantically gasped for air...but frozen lungs...failed…

"D-dad...I'm...sorr...y…"

Taylor gasped for air as she came awake. Was she still inside the locker? Frantic eyes looked around disbelievingly. This wasn't her locker. Numb fingers scrabbled at the wood of the coffin in which she was confined. Did she die? How was she awake?

"Oh God...d-did they bury me alive…?" Taylor futilely pawed at the wooden prison. Did anyone even check? Would an investigation be conducted? Maybe it would. If they thought she died inside the locker than maybe, just maybe, someone would uncover the truth. The brief moment of optimism was shattered by black depression. What would her dad do? He still hadn't recovered from mom's death. This might just kill him. No matter how resentful she was over his neglect, she didn't wish him harm. She loved her father.

The thought of what she lost sent heat running through her veins. She was being made to suffer again. First it was her mother dying in a car crash, then her best friend turned on her, now they killed her! Taylor used to wonder how her best friend, Emma Barnes, turned from a caring girl to a sociopath. Now? She just didn't give a shit. Her fist clenched tightly with raw fury before striking the wooden lid. An echoing crack split the wood. Taylor froze for half a second. She just broke solid wood.

"Screw this...I'm getting out of here!" Taylor screamed her defiance and punched with the other fist. The wood shattered allowing the earth to start pouring into the coffin. Now that she was free of confinement, she would not be held any longer. She started to dig, punctuated by animalistic grunts of fury.

Taylor didn't know how long she spent digging. Anger gave a terrific boost of energy until it ran out. She felt her fury dwindle and die. Her muscles ached for it to be over. The same determination that allowed her to survive a year and a half of Hell was her salvation. Emma Barnes, her sister in all but blood, spit on the bonds they shared. The popular redhead was friends with a thug on the Track Team named Sophia Hess. Taylor's face froze in a rictus of hate. Emma tore her town mentally and emotionally while Sophia delighted in physical abuse. She withstood eighteen months of torment. Her heart cried out as she poured everything into the task at hand. The fury ran out so she used her conviction.

She once brought her mother's flute to school and left it in the locker. Somehow it was stolen from her. Taylor was frantic in her quest to find the beloved heirloom. Emma finally suggested she check the trash where garbage should go. Taylor found her mother's flute broken and covered in filth. She endured once more. Someday it would end. High school didn't last forever. Someday she would be free from Emma and Sophia. The same shit they pulled in school wouldn't fly in the real world. Her body screamed for rest. There wasn't enough air. She felt her conviction start to fail. Taylor started to slide back down.

When there is nothing left the true character of a person is shown.

She thought of her mom. Annette Rose Hebert was a beautiful woman. Always ready with a kind word whenever she felt down. She missed her every day and was hoping to one day see her again. As much as she wanted to see her, this wasn't the time. Her mom would never wish for Taylor to die so soon. She thought of her dad. Daniel Hebert used to be a lion of a man before the death of his wife. She still remembered the fire he held. Sometimes, even now, he could summon up that same fire. If she had only told him this could have been avoided. She didn't want to burden him. Would she get the chance to tell her dad how much she loved him? Yes. Yes she would. She didn't want to die. That was all there was to it. Her hand broke the surface of the ground and touched the air.

Taylor was so surprised to feel the air she almost let go. A hand gripped her wrist. By instinct she clutched at the hand while using her other to scrabble through the loose dirt. Another hand joined her efforts and in moments she was free. Her head crested the grave like a diver coming up for air. The person who held her wrist pulled the girl forward and embraced her. Her nostrils, tainted by the scent of decay and the grave, were washed clean by the scent of lilies. Lilies? Her mother's favorite flower. She used to crush flowers in her clothes before putting them away for the year. The smell was so nostalgic it made her cry.

"I didn't expect to see you here, Little Owl," her mother's voice whispered. Taylor stiffened. Did she die or was this a hallucination? Was she still in the coffin suffocating? A pinch to her upper arm reminded her, ruefully, that her mom was a direct person.

"M-Mom…?" Taylor coughed as just trying to speak was hard. She felt a soothing hand stroke her back tenderly.

"I'm here...I have always been here…" She spoke softly.

"Where is 'here?'" Taylor asked as her breathing slowed.

"The Graveyard within your soul," Annette said. Taylor pulled back from her mother in surprise. Her mother looked just as she remembered, right down to the white turtleneck and red skirt she used to wear. There were differences. She also wore a pair of fingerless gloves with metal strips riveted to the back. Her shoes were functional and looked like steel toed boots. Annette's long hair was pulled back in a high ponytail.

"The Graveyard in my soul?" Taylor looked around and sure enough. It was a graveyard. There were skeletal trees overlooking darkened stone. The dirt was black and dotted with stone. Scraggly weeds poked up irregularly from the ground. There were seven graves, counting the one she came from. She could read the open grave. It said 'Tenebris.'

"Reborn from Death. The Darkness is not inherently evil. You have experienced much. Too much," Annette shook her head.

"I...was dead…?" Taylor asked.

"You would have been if I hadn't called you into your soul," her mother wiped tears from her eyes.

"I'm still in the locker!?" Her heart rate spiked at thought of returning to that coffin. Annette held her daughter tightly until the fear subsided.

"You won't be for long. Unfortunately our time grows short. When you Awaken you will know what to do. Find my journal. You will be able to read it now. Much of what I did was outside of human sight. The only record of my actions is there," Annette said.

"Human sight? What do you mean?" Taylor asked.

"I gift you with the power of our Ancestors. You will know what to do," Annette promised.

"Please! What are you talking about?" Taylor clutched her mother's arms. Her vision started to dim as a throbbing echoed. It sounded, distantly, like a heartbeat. The heartbeat, to her concern, was slowing.

"There's no time left. Live, Little Owl. Do what you must to be happy. That's all I want for you. That's all I've ever wanted," Annette kissed her forehead.

"I love you, Mom," Taylor wept even as she felt something enter her. The light of her mother entered her heart.

"I love you too…" Annette's voice drifted off.

Taylor cried even as her mother's love warmed her heart. No matter what happened she would make her mother proud of her. A surge of warmth told her that she already was. She blew a kiss to her mother.

She turned back to the open grave. Her body languished in a steel prison while her soul was free. It was time to return and start taking back her life. She jumped down into the darkness only to come to, shackled once more in her body. The insects no longer bit at her. Their brief lives quietly ending as her aura overwhelmed them.

"You can't chain me!" Taylor screamed as she punched straight through the metal door. She hooked her fingers through the rent and tore it wider. Out in the hallway people were screaming as she emerged. She turned towards where her tormentors stood and snarled with a clenched fist.

"Holy shit! What the fuck?" Madison turned tail and ran. Her cutesy antics weren't even a blip on Taylor's radar.

"Don't do anything stupid, Taylor," Emma spat. Her posture showed defiance while her eyes screamed of fear.

"Think you're tough shit now that you Triggered, Hebert?" Sophia asked even as she sidled in front of Emma protectively. Taylor stared at her in surprise. She was actually trying to protect her friend? It was the funniest thing she ever saw. As if Emma had anything to worry about from Taylor. At least physically. The thing that surprised her was that Sophia had an Element. She felt Dark.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I am going to stand here until someone takes a picture of this and the police are called," Taylor folded her arms. Her aura casually burnt off the remnants of her time in the locker.

"Fuck…" Emma muttered. If not for Taylor's improved sense of hearing she would have missed it.

"Yeah? They're gonna call the PRT. You tore that locker apart and now you're standin' there all menacing. Do you think they'll believe you?" Sophia spat.

"Hmmm...Yeah. I kind of do. Call me crazy, but I think 'this' is all the proof I need that I was bullied," Taylor gestured at herself. She couldn't see the whole picture, but her hands were chalk white with black nails. Her hair was pitch black. She lost her glasses somewhere but could see perfectly.

"It's two against one! No one is going to side with you!" Emma shouted.

Taylor almost asked 'If you're supposedly so afraid, why are you still here?' She decided not to make things easier on them. A slow look around showed that no one else was approaching. There were a couple teachers trying to discreetly get Emma and Sophia to walk away. She decided to take a seat five feet from the locker. Taylor locked fingers behind her head and closed her eyes.

"Don't fuckin' ignore me you stupid bitch!" Emma screamed.

"Emma! Knock it off!" Sophia was trying to stay between Emma and Taylor.

"She's just sitting there!" Emma waved her hands.

"Do you think she's gonna do that forever? Huh? She hates our guts! Let's go!" Sophia tried to get Emma to move. Just as the redhead accepted that perhaps, maybe, harassing the new cape was a bad idea something weird happened. Taylor toppled over sideways and started snoring.

"Did she just go to sleep?" Emma asked incredulously.

"She did," Sophia looked equally surprised.

If they knew that it was less 'they're no threat to me' and more 'exhausted from power use', the result might be different. Taylor reverted in her sleep. No one wanted to interrupt the new Trigger's nap.


This was the scene that Velocity witnessed as he arrived. He took a few subjective moments to take in the details. The locker stood ajar with a shredded door. What looked like biohazardous waste was spread across the floor. Standing surprisingly close to the new Trigger was Sophia Hess and a red haired student. He let his subjective time return to normal while striding forward. The girl on the floor's eyes instantly opened and fixed on him. She sat up while making a show of stretching.

"How long was I asleep?" The fresh cape asked.

"Not long. As soon as PRT dispatch was called I was sent," Velocity told her.

"Great. Someone get a picture of that and I'll answer whatever you want to ask," she still seemed drowsy. Most likely power induced fatigue. She was described as a Changer. If she was like some of the other Changers he knew she was probably starving. When her stomach rumbled his suspicion was confirmed.

"Just let me take care of this and we can get you something to eat," Velocity chuckled. He didn't even look in Shadow Stalker's direction. How did something like this happen with her standing right there? Something was definitely fishy about all this. He took a picture of the waste from several angles as PRT troopers arrived. The Ward must have already used her panic button to trigger such a fast response.

The students who witnessed the event were rounded up, including the teachers. No one was saying anything. The only thing they could agree on was that Taylor Hebert, the new Trigger, was an attention seeker. It sounded far too rehearsed. There should have been some variation in the story. Velocity wasn't looking forward to the paperwork this would generate. He opened the door to the room commandeered for the interview with Taylor.


Taylor was just finishing off her fourth plate of food when Velocity returned. Her stomach felt like a yawning maw. Cafeteria food is universally reviled but this tasted like manna from Heaven. She glanced up as the Protectorate hero sat down. For the briefest fraction of a second he looked tired before banishing it with a smile.

"Is it good?" Velocity asked.

"Not really, but I'm not picky," Taylor replied.

"I know this is difficult. Would you mind leading me through events?" Velocity set a recording device on the table.

Taylor didn't have to feign reticence. She did not want to revisit what happened. Slowly, haltingly, the story came out. She explained the events leading up to today. The entire campaign of terror laid bare. After her rebirth in the Graveyard it didn't have quite the same hold as before. That didn't mean she was okay. At several points Velocity stopped her to clarify something. Mostly to get specific names. The sense of tiredness only seemed to increase whenever she mentioned Sophia. His Element of Wind seemed to be flagging.

Come to think of it...Didn't Sophia have Dark? No one else seemed to possess an Element. Taylor suddenly gripped the table as a dark suspicion took hold. She almost cast her suspicion to the side as paranoia, but didn't burying her head in the sand cause more problems? When nothing happened before the break she should have listened to her heart. The laughter and anticipation told her that something was wrong. She should have listened.

"Is something the matter?" Velocity asked.

She felt cold inside. If she told him what she figured out, what then? What would they do? Shadow Stalker already crucified a man. Just because the PRT whitewashed it didn't mean the truth wasn't all over PHO.

"I can sense a person's 'Element.' So far only you and Sophia have had one. Yours is Wind while hers is Dark," Taylor looked him straight in the eyes. The way his face closed down was all the confirmation she needed.

"What do you want to do now?" Velocity put the ball back in her court. He was letting her decide. From anyone else it would be blatant manipulation, but he was just so tired. So drawn. Taylor couldn't muster up the same anger as before.

"I want my Dad. I don't care about Sophia. As long as my bullies are punished we're square," Taylor said tiredly.

"Would you be willing…?" He asked.

"I won't join the Wards. You let murderers and psychos 'rebrand' and get a clean slate. Didn't think people knew that? Shadow Stalker didn't even change her name. She almost murdered a man and got away with it. A life is a life and that should matter," Taylor's fury reignited and chased away the cold.

"Will you tell anyone?" Velocity looked almost...defeated.

"Just get my Dad. Then we'll talk more," Taylor folded her arms. Sharing time was over. A part of her wanted to scorch the Earth. Her mother was a firm believer in You Reap What You Sow. She would follow her mother's policy. They were not going to escape the legal shitstorm. Her 'Trigger' was very public. They couldn't silence her. Would she out Sophia? Her lip curled in distaste. No. While Sophia definitely deserved to have her face splashed on the news, her family didn't.

That didn't mean she wasn't going to get her pound of flesh.

Her father almost ran through the door. She rose to greet him only to get crushed to his chest. He must have been told what happened. His shoulders were trembling with suppressed emotion. The terror he must have felt...If Taylor held any lingering doubts that her dad loved her they were washed away. She blinked as a strange thing intruded on her awareness. He possessed a faded Water Element. It pulsed once as if resonating with her heart. The Element awakened causing her father to straighten. She could feel years of depression falling away as if he were invigorated by an ocean breeze.

"Hello Mr. Hebert," Velocity held out his hand to her dad. He grasped his hand firmly and didn't release him.

"What are you going to do about my daughter's Trigger all over YouTube?" Danny's gaze held an intensity usually only reserved for city contractors.

"We could do more if she was willing to join the Wards…" Velocity tried a different tact.

"My daughter isn't going anywhere near your Heroes for Hire business. Until you can actually do something about the villains ruling the city. Don't think we can't see the writing on the wall. Your patrols run through the richest parts of the city," Danny spat. He still hadn't released Taylor. She added her own glare to his.

Velocity realized there was nothing he could do. He mouthed some platitudes, gave her dad a card, and apologized again. The Heberts already dismissed him from their minds. As the door closed, Danny hugged his daughter tight and cried. Tears streamed down her face as what felt like decades of depression fell away. The road ahead was long and complicated, but they would face it together. As it should be.
 
Ambushed with no way to refuse. A refusal would be seen as a slight against Cattleya and the Valliere family's generous offer. I was Louise's Familiar, true, but I was also a noble of the kingdom. The only one who could save me now was Louise herself. She could refuse on the grounds that I was her Familiar. My final hope crashed and burned as Louise actually looked excited.

"We could be family!" Louise burst out happily.

Well you lucked out. Cattleya is the easier one to live with. She is also 24 and looks it which gets ride of any possible squick situations as an SI with the students. Louise is a combustive mix of insecurity, Void power and you being her familiar. Eleanor is bossy and would be harder to sideline in a lot of situations. She is also likely to be a good influence on Louise compared to Eleanor too.

Cattleya is also a Cinnamon Roll (who can be ditzy at times) which is one of ding's preferred character types to write.

By being a mage, that slots you quickly in as a noble, let alone one who can teach a flexible school of magic. ZnT magic is very free form but has a very hard time doing non elemental effects.

Therefore Karin has no problem with this, new Noble house, a mage who has proven to be able to engage other well known square mages? You are also very rich so a few years of service to the Crown through Louise will likely end up with some lands granted to you.

Good luck keeping things to only 1 wife and no mistresses. Your biggest problem will be some other wanna be love interest hitting it off with Cattleya and them joining forces to get them brought in as a second wife or mistress and you are left saying, "Yes dear". So after looking over female characters, be wary of unknown characters with distinctive dress, a sappy backstory, unique colors and if they are over 20 years old.
 
Crossover 1
Crossover 1

The scene opens to a beautiful world possessed of many continents. Each continent was separated not by water, but by sky. Why were the continents floating? Did a wizard do it? Were there wind stones buried in the soil? Perhaps the narrator would start reading her lines already?

Gamindustri…

Here in this reality shift realm are 4 CPUs (Console Patron Unit). Each reside in Celestia, a world separate from the Land they oversee.

CPU Black Heart and her Land of Black Regality, Lastation.

CPU White Heart and her Land of White Serenity, Lowee.

CPU Green Heart and her Land of Green Pastures, Leanbox.

CPU Purple Heart and her Land of Purple Progress, Planeptune.

Here, the CPUs fight endlessly in battle for rule over Gamindustri. This battle is etched in history. This is the Console War…


Celestia, the Divine Realm, was host to a tournament to determine the greatest prize: the Title of Supreme Goddess. Four women were gathered down below with weapons drawn. Their feet never touched the ground as they battled. Each was adorned in a skintight bodysuit that emphasized their curves (except for the one with blue hair, which was something of a sore spot). After hours of fierce battle there came a lull in combat.

"Huff...huff…" a woman with purple hair and glowing blue eyes stopped to catch her breath. She held a futuristic nodachi in both hands at the ready. Her long purple hair fell down in a pair of long braids. Glowing purple mechanical 'wings' were attached to a black flight pack. On her head were a pair of D-Clips with glowing purple 'antennae'. She had a body most would kill for wrapped in a black bodysuit. Purple Heart lowered the nodachi as hostilities ended for now.

"Are you getting tired already? I can still continue," a cocky voice declared. She had long white hair that tumbled down her back in a loose wavy mass. Her glowing green eyes held a note of challenge. The black bodysuit clung to a figure that was well-proportioned. Her Processor was comprised of glowing blue mechanical wings. A pair of tri spoked antennae were clipped to her bangs. She held a large mechanical single-edged blade. Black Heart flipped her hair arrogantly.

"Give it a rest, dammit! I'll grind you into paste eventually!" The blue haired girl with short cut blue hair growled, red eyes glowed like fiery coals. Her pristine white bodysuit only served to accentuate her lack of curves compared to the others. She was still very beautiful if her temper wasn't so frightful. The Processor on her back was made up of four glowing white squares angled like wings with a pair of white diamonds in her hair. She slammed an axe, as large as she was tall, into the ground irritably. White Heart snarled at the other Goddesses.

"Is it the contest that threatens you or our womanly attributes?" A haughty voice asked. The speaker would never have body consciousness issues. Her white bodysuit was scandalous as the top showed off a generous amount of underboob. She bounced her chest for emphasis. Her long green hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, purple eyes glimmered with amusement. Six lavender elongated diamonds spread out from her processor with similar clips in her hair. Green Heart giggled.

"Shut up Thunder Tits!" White Heart yelled.

"Did I hit a nerve? So sorry…" Green Heart bounced her chest again.

"Do you ever feel like smacking her?" White Heart asked.

"Every time she gets like this…" Purple Heart sighed.

"Flat is Justice, bitch!" White Heart railed.

"It's Plot and Backstory that matter most!" Green Heart growled back.

"No you fools! It is the mind and hard work that matter!" Black Heart swung her sword around and pointed it dramatically at the sky so fast there was a crack of displaced air.

"All of you are wrong. What a True Goddess needs is grace and elegance," Purple Heart crossed an arm under her bosom while brushing back her bangs with a smirk.

That drew three sets of angry glares. There was something unsettling in the way they were sizing her up. Purple Heart took an involuntary step back as the other Goddesses' gazes turned unnervingly blank.

"Perhaps…" Black Heart raised her sword.

"...the first one to go…" White Heart brought up her axe.

"...is you!" Green Heart shot forward with her spear leading.

"What's gotten into you?" Purple Heart diverted the charge expertly. The nodachi came back around to deflect Black Heart's slash. She sidestepped White Heart's wild swing. Purple Heart tried to capitalize on the CPU of Lowee's overextension, but was forced to break off as the others attacked.

To her surprise their sudden coordinated assault didn't collapse after one exchange. Each time she tried to take advantage of a lapse in their guard, the other two would quickly bail the CPU out. Purple Heart wasn't used to fighting all three at once. When did they train their coordination to this level? The CPU of Planeptune was already starting to lag. Hours of fighting beforehand were making her movements sloppy. She had no reason to suspect an assault. When the fighting stopped the four would trash talk, boast, and then go home. This was beyond her experience.

The conclusion was never in doubt. She was outnumbered, outgunned, and outmaneuvered. Purple Heart was painfully expelled from Celestia. As the purple haired Goddess lost consciousness she started to revert. When the light show died down she looked much younger, twelve to thirteen at best, dressed in a white parka dress with purple trim. The angle of descent carried her towards Gamindustri. In another time, and another place, she would have landed on the border of her own nation. As she drew closer it was clear that something unexpected happened…

She missed.

She passed the clouds.

She continued to fall straight down.

Down…

Down…

Down some more…

Still falling…

Is this going to end…?

Maybe…

King Krichevskoy, (Wah!) the mighty ruler of the Netherworld…

His long reign came to an abrupt end as the news of his death spread throughout the dark land. Ambitious demons rose one after another to seize the opportunity, and thus began the age of turmoil and anarchy.

Two years later…


The scene opens on a dark castle sitting atop a black cliff. Clouds choked the black sky lending an ominous air to the land. Through one of the windows a bedroom was seen, with the term bedroom used loosely. In the center of the floor was a large coffin holding within a sleeping boy. His blue hair was short with a pair of extended hair 'antennae' that somehow defied gravity. He wore a large red scarf and shorts but little else. Standing beside the coffin was a cute redhead with her hair in twintails, demon wings, and a long tail. The demon girl was lean and wearing black leather in a brief top and bottoms. Her boots had more material.

"Prince~! Oh Prince~! Wake up, Prince~!" The demon girl called sweetly. When it became clear that he wasn't waking up she resorted to extreme measures. An unholy gleam came to her eyes as she hefted a massive spiked maul. Before she could enact her 'Wake Up the Damn Prince Plan' an unexpected sight stopped her.

The Prince's bedroom suddenly developed a skylight.

Through the ceiling a purple haired girl fell before crash landing in the coffin. The shower of masonry failed to conceal the loud coconut sound of two skulls colliding. The demon girl's irises and pupils narrowed to pinpricks as sweatdrops stood out from her head. She was trying, and failing, to reconcile the bizarre sight.

"Is he dead? Is she dead? I can't imagine anyone surviving that…" She peered in the coffin curiously. A casual glance showed the two were still alive, somehow. As she leaned in to poke the new girl's cheek the pair suddenly sat straight up. The sudden motion elicited a shriek as the redhead practically teleported away.

"Etna! What are you doing leering at me while I sleep?" The 'Prince' demanded angrily. He rubbed his head with a disgruntled growl. "And why does my head hurt?"

"Your head? I feel like I collided with a knucklehead…" The girl rubbed her own bruised cranium.

"Who are you calling a knucklehead, knucklehead?" The Prince demanded.

"I am the Future Overlord of Gamindustri, Neptune," Neptune introduced herself.

"Yeah? Well I'm the Future True Goddess of the Netherworld, Laharl!" Laharl puffed his chest out.

Etna stared at the two in bewilderment. Whatever was going on here? Who was this new girl? Why did Laharl suddenly want to be a Goddess? Wasn't he lacking a few attributes? Whatever happened Etna knew the most important thing. She knew where to find the camera.
 
"I am the Future Overlord of Gamindustri, Neptune," Neptune introduced herself.
Uh...
"Yeah? Well I'm the Future True Goddess of the Netherworld, Laharl!" Laharl puffed his chest out.
Oh boy, this can only end in a vaporized fourth wall.
Wasn't he lacking a few attributes?
Oh, just wait a year or two until D2 happens.
Whatever happened Etna knew the most important thing. She knew where to find the camera.
Etna has her priorities in order.
 
Oh God lol, their brain is jumbled up! Etna fun time is a go! Is there other thing that's mixed up? Like their power or Stat? Imagine laharl suddenly transforming into cpu (or is it NPO? netherworld patron overlord?).
Yes, with the skimpy swimsuit like suit. Yes, on laharl, male version. Yes, I'm sorry.

Wait a minute, she's in NIPPON ichi game, English nis game, Nisa... She's inside... Nisa? How lewd~
 
Gamindustri citizen: "The end is nigh! The Overlord is coming for us!"

Arfoire: "Yes! All fear Overlord Momuz and despair!"

Gamindustri citizen: "Huh? Momuz? Why would anyone care about that loser when Overlord Neptune is invading?"

Arfoire: "..."


----

Flonne: *points at Laharl* "Rules Netherworld.Not Overlord."

Laharl: *nods*

Flonne: *points at Neptune* "Overlord; wrong Netherworld."

Neptune: "That's me!"

Flonne: *goes swirly-eyed* "I have no idea what I'm supposed to do now."

Laharl: "That's simple. As an angel, you obviously work for me, the True Goddess!"
 
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I am officially stoked.
Two of my favorite series, crossed over.
I haven't felt this excited since Issei was accidentally summoned to The Netherworld in place of a Dragon, and eventually met up with Revya and Gig.
 
Come to think of it, Neptune is perfect for the role of Overlord if we go by the Hello New World manga.


At one point, Neptune dies to her own clumsiness and is sent to hell. She considers its tortures underwhelming in comparison to Histy's lectures, gains some share energy from the demons, transforms, and defeats King Yama. Having conquered the place, she finds it to her liking. However, she returns to Gamindustri with shares and amidst a demon honor guard because Nepgear is sad without her.

I think she also got banned from hell, but I might be misremembering that. Basically, that version of Neptune is Satan.
 
Crossover 2
Crossover 2

"Prinny Squad! Get that camera over here!" Etna yelled.

"We're coming Master Etna, dood!" A penguin with pen legs saluted.

It was joined by four others. All looked like they were stitched together. They wore pouches at their waists. The Prinny Squad was carting around recording equipment. One of them held a professional grade television camera, two were carrying the sound equipment, there was even a Prinny carrying a bag with different lenses and memory cards. The last was carrying a director's chair over his head with Etna lounging indolently.

"This is going to be perfect~! I can totally see this becoming a Reality Show! 'Netherworld's Most Demented!' This is weird even for demons!" Etna cackled.

The source of her amusement was an unusual duo. Laharl exchanged his red scarf and shorts for a black parka dress with pale red trim. He had surprisingly pretty knees. Neptune wore a dark purple scarf, midriff baring white tank top, and dark purple shorts. They even swapped hair decorations. The D-Clips held back Laharl's antennae while Neptune tied her bangs up in fluffy 'horns.'

"What is she doing?" Neptune pointed at Etna.

"Being Etna. No. Really. This is Etna all the time. She's a weird sadist to me and probably has a shrine built to my dad somewhere," Laharl folded his arms.

"I do not!" Etna yelled. The look Laharl and Neptune gave her quite clearly showed how little they believed her.

"Note that she denied the shrine, but not the charge of being a sadist," Laharl said.

"Guilty~!" Etna's cheerful voice drifted over.

"Right, because that's not freaky or anything," Neptune stated dryly.

"So where's dad anyway?" Laharl asked. The teasing look on Etna's face died a swift death. She glanced off to the side pensively.

"He died two years ago while you were sleeping," Etna managed to say. She seemed to expect Laharl to react in a certain way...

"D-dad…?" Laharl asked in a stricken voice.

This was not it.

"That sucks, dude," Neptune gawked. Even the Prinnies looked offended at her amazing lack of tact.

"'That sucks?' Of course it does! I didn't want to be a protagonist with a tragic backstory! I already lost my mom cuz she sacrificed her life to save me!" Laharl flailed his arms wildly.

"He remembers that…?" Etna muttered.

"Yeah okay. I didn't mean to open a whole can of worms or anything," Neptune held up her hands. She cast a strange look in Laharl's direction. "Do you...like...I dunno...need a hug or something?"

"...Maybe," Laharl mumbled.

"Okay. Cut the feed. This is too unbelievable even for television," Etna rubbed her forehead as the most awkward hug in history ensued. Laharl looked like he needed a cuddle while Neptune was stiff and barely responsive. The almost robotic 'there there' made Etna wince internally.

"Uhhh...what do we do now Master Etna?" The Prinny asked. Etna tapped her chin. The painful moment went on for a few more moments before she let out a groan of disgust.

"Okay you two! Come on now. You probably need to get back in the swing of things. If you're going to be a 'True Goddess' and an 'Overlord' you need training," Etna approached the two. Neptune and Laharl jumped apart with looks of relief. Apparently it was as uncomfortable for them to experience as it was for Etna to watch.

"Should the vassal be ordering you around?" Neptune asked.

"What? She knows more about this than I do! Let her be the Oracle," Laharl decided.

"Yeah...Guess I can see it…" She rubbed her chin.

"Did I just get a promotion?" Etna gawked as her title officially changed to 'Netherworld Oracle.' That was not what she was expecting.

"Someone has to keep this ship moving," Laharl said.

"I see what you mean. She served the former Overlord and therefore knows the job," Neptune nodded with a smirk.

"Well then~! Follow me you two! We have some training to do," Etna planted her hands on her hips.

The interior of the castle was huge and dark. There were channels of molten lava running the length of the throne room on both sides. Ancient torches dotted the walls shedding light on the places not illuminated by the lava. The ambient temperature would have been unbearable for normal people, but to demons and CPUs it was barely worth mentioning.

"Colorful cast of characters you have here," Neptune looked at a dragon demon as they left the throne room.

"They really liven up the place," Laharl agreed.

"Hey Prince! Glad to see ya didn't croak!" The dragon yelled derisively.

"Me too, buddy!" Laharl waved. The smarmy dragon waved back with a confused frown.

The next room was similarly large. Stairs lead up to a balcony around the top of the room. In one corner was a zombie with an upright spear near the far door. Neptune arched an eyebrow at the fact the spear had eyes. However, like Laharl, she stood and listened to it's weapons lecture. She knew how to use a sword thank-you-very-much but forgot to ever use her skill in firearms.

"When did I stop using guns?" Neptune wondered.

"Probably because swords are cooler," Laharl said.

"Hey! Guns are cool too!" Etna huffed indignantly.

"Yeah!" Neptune planted her hands on her hips.

"Fiiiine...Gun fetishists…" Laharl muttered under his breath.

The main hall of the castle looked as if a Bazaar moved in as there were shops along the wall. A sign proclaimed 'Rosenqueen: For All Your Shopping Needs.' Etna didn't give it a second look, but Laharl did. Neptune tilted her head in his direction.

"Hey Etna. Why is there a Rosenqueen store in the castle?" He asked.

"We needed revenue while you slept. They pay taxes of course," Etna assured him.

"We do need gear so it's convenient," Neptune shrugged.

The shopkeeper looked like a ripped guy with short hair swept back with a bandanna. He grinned at the sight of Etna, Laharl, and Neptune.

"A Fighter as a Merchant?" Neptune asked.

"In case a customer gets rowdy," he smirked. "Now what can I do for you?"

"I am Laharl, destined to be the True Goddess, and heir to King Krichevskoy. We need weapons and armor," Laharl puffed out his chest.

"True...Goddess…? Uhhh…" The demon Fighter turned to Etna in bewilderment.

"Welcome to my life," Etna replied dryly.

"I, Neptune, will be Overlord someday," Neptune posed dramatically. The Fighter looked relieved at her introduction. Someone claiming to be a future Overlord was easier to deal with.

"Take a look at our wares. Is there anything you like?" The Fighter asked.

The problem wasn't the selection of merchandise, but the fact none of them had any money. Everything paid into taxes went straight into maintaining the castle.

"Can't you give me a freebie? This is my castle after all," Laharl pointed out.

"Heck even a loan. We're good for it," Neptune said.

"My boss would be mad...but...he would be madder if I turned away the property owner," the Fighter realized.

"Exactly!" Laharl beamed. Etna and the Fighter looked thoroughly weirded out.

The Fighter passed them a couple of cheap swords sitting in the bargain barrel. Neptune tried to glare a hole through his head as her sword was 'chatty.'

"Hiyo! I'm Ferdlinger! Meant to be wielded by the chosen Gandalzr! You're not him, and really damn flat, but I can't choose my wielder. Damn my life! Why couldn't she at least have boobs?" The sword lamented.

"You. Will. Be. Silent. NOW!" Neptune's eyes lit up with hellfire as a burning aura of damnation exploded out from her. A Prinny held a stick with a marshmallow on the end over the roaring flames.

"Great. I get the fuckin' psycho," Ferdlinger deadpanned.

"Just...here. Give me the sword. Take this one. There," Laharl switched swords with Neptune.

"And now my fortunes have fallen further! Not even a woman but a crossdresser!" The sword cried.

"Take it back. Take the blasted thing back," Laharl's eyebrow twitched.

The Fighter took the sword and tossed it into the magma nearby.

"Should have done that sooner. Here. This one is quiet," Fighter gave Laharl a different sword.

"Why are you roasting marshmallows on me?" Neptune demanded of the Prinny.

"You can't get this kind of blackening anywhere, dood!" The Prinny exclaimed.

"Give me one! It's my flames Nep it!" Nep snatched the stick from the Prinny.

"These are pretty good…" Etna admitted as she chewed one herself.

Fighter and Laharl agreed that Neptune's flames made superior toasted marshmallows. Then the other shopkeeper brought over the chocolate and graham crackers. A delicious feast of s'mores was had by all.

"We should probably start the tutorial," Etna sighed.

"Tutorial…? Oh right! We were in the middle of something, weren't we?" Laharl realized.

"Good s'mores are worth it," Neptune said.

"Exactly. I'll even throw in the swords for free," the Fighter rubbed his stomach fondly.

"Those were so good…" the female Fighter moaned.

Etna dragged Laharl and Neptune off by hoodie and scarf respectively. She was determined to get them through the damn tutorial so they could get to the main plot. Did she want to go along with the plot? Her eyes turned downcast as the ache in her heart grew more painful. In order to get her memories back she had to go along with this farce.

"Think we'll find out why she looks so serious before the third or fourth act?" Laharl asked.

"Probably the fourth," Neptune replied casually.

"I bow to your superior experience," Laharl nodded.

Etna really had no idea what to make of that.

"Who is the girl with the red ribbon and blue hair?" Neptune asked.

"Pleiner. She's the one you talk to when you need the Dark Assembly. We'll get to that later. Over there is the Hospital. The Cleric likes to see people in pain. The more pain you're in the better the reward she gives," Etna indicated a lilac haired Cleric wearing a scandalous black dress with closed eyes.

"I'm calling her Sadie," Neptune decided. The Cleric's eyes opened a fraction, spearing her with a ruby eyed glare. "...or whatever she wants to be called." The future Overlord quickly backpedaled.

"Hey Gatekeeper! Send us to the Tutorial Field! These two need to get back up to speed," Etna called out.

"Roger roger!" The Gatekeeper looked like a white haired catgirl. A shimmering blue portal opened before the trio. Etna whistled sharply. The trio was joined by a quintet of Prinnies.

The trip through the portal was surprisingly smooth. On the other side was a field of grass and a Ghost. Neptune and Laharl stared at it with deadpan expressions.

"Let's begin the tutorial...eh?" Etna's grin slid off her face.

"Yah!" Neptune yelled as she brought down her sword.

"Ha!" Laharl cried as he brought down his own blade.

The pair made short work of the Ghost much to Etna's chagrin. She was looking forward to treating them like n00bs and they pull this on her! The annoying thing was they just kept blowing through her lesson plan. They already knew how to gang up on enemies. The part she was expecting them to have difficulty with, the Geo Panels, didn't even slow them down. In fact Neptune decided the third field would make a perfect farming spot.

"Why are we wasting time here?" Laharl sighed.

"Grind now, don't die later," Neptune answered.

"Boring…" Etna groaned.

"Dying sucks more than a little boredom," Neptune asserted.

Laharl, Etna, and the Prinny Squad learned something very important that day. Neptune was an absolute fiend about grinding. Their moans of torment would carry on the wind throughout the Netherworld.

In a distant castle a handsome demon with long blue hair and an aristocratic bearing lifted his head. In the distance he could hear the sounds of ultimate suffering. He chuckled softly before turning away from the window. There was much to do if he was to be prepared. The demon glanced at a picture of the son of King Krichevskoy, Laharl.

"Soon you and I will meet. Who knows what the future holds?" He smirked before leaving the room. A ray of sunlight landed on the photo showing a beautiful woman with her hand on Laharl's shoulder. The third figure was cast in darkness…

As it should be.
 
Oh this was sooooo precious.
Why have I not encountered more Disgaea/Neptunia Crossovers!?
...oh right, fics of either tend to be rare in the first place. >_>
You are one of my only true sources for this godly content Ding!
Praise Be To Yev-- Ding! Praise be to Ding!
Yeah, that is what I meant. Fuck that other guy, he's a dick.

Oh god, I literally cannot wait to see Neptune return to Gamindustri. I can determine WHEN would be best though. After Arfoire succeeds? Before? Pull a Big Damn Heroes moment at the edge of the other's loss? Accidentally of course. Overlords don't do Heroics after all. Would the sisters be involved? Would Nepgear NOT be a Sister at that point?
And Vyers! Former King, how you doing buddy!?
And what about Laharl's mom. With him infected as he is, would he recognize the obviously different Prinny for what it is? Would he notice Mid-Boss is more than he seems? Would he notice the truth!?
SO MANY QUESTIONS!
WILL WE GET ANSWERS!?
TUNE IN LATER! SAME BATTIME SAME BATPLACE!
*Crashing Noises*
"DAMMIT WEST! THIS ISN'T YOUR PLACE! GO BACK TO YOUR OWN NETHERWORLD!"
 
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