Halkegenia Online Thread 24 : WE NOW RETURN YOU TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAM

I'm loyal to my pairings.:mad:

Then again, we did just point out he's a harem protagonist...

I mean he's really not. The whole joke which people are driving into the ground is that Klein is a genuinely good guy who multiple women have demonstrated would take him up on the offer if he asked them out.

He's just too thick to see it.

Heck, Liz is DEFINITELY not interested, but she see's it in V1 where she notes he actually is a pretty reliable guy and good friend when the chips are down.

Edit : So sure, hypothetical 24 old Leafa sharing a bottle of mead with Klein and the two enjoying each other's company.

But considering my average rate of progression we'll reach that point around 2190 . . . I don't think it's a huge concern.
 
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I mean he's really not. The whole joke which people are driving into the ground is that Klein is a genuinely good guy who multiple women have demonstrated would take him up on the offer if he asked them out.

He's just too thick to see it.
I know that's the joke, I was running with it. :V
Edit : So sure, hypothetical 24 old Leafa sharing a bottle of mead with Klein and the two enjoying each other's company.

But considering my average rate of progression we'll reach that point around 2190 . . . I don't think it's a huge concern.
IMO that's entirely dependent on how many more five (presumed six) year breaks you take, hypothetical timeskips, and if it just happens in a future epilogue. Also headcanons since as noted it'll be a while before (if) Kline has a canon ship. :p
 
Also :



And the next morning Kirito for once did not wake up with his wife attempting to crush the nearest readily available heat source. i.e. his torso.
 
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Watch as the Day in the Lime Light Episode of the war is a platoon of a musketeers fighting to infiltrate enemy lines to get Kirito a sandwich!

Seriously though, Fae logistics have their downs as well as their ups. If things do end up with some kind of war in Gallia it is gonna be all kinds of not fun trying to maintain a supply line for that much food.

Also in classic NCO fashion they claim to getting the sandwich ingredients for the Black Knight and conveniently do not mention in their report that the White Knight made a number of test sandwiches along the way. Which the Musketeers generously disposed of for her.

Siesta was 17 at the start of the summoning, it's been a few months since the start of the story at least so she might have made it to 18. Klein was 24 at the end of SAO, so going with the half plus seven rule (24/2+7=19) Siesta is just outside the range so maybe in 2 years (26/2+7=20) it may work out.

For reference, Louise is 16 at the start and turns 17 in August(6th day of the 8th month of the year or 2nd month of summer).

Also not shipping Klein with anyone but I hope he finds someone.

The real issue there is the unavoidable power imbalance. Siesta is fundamentally of a lower social class and the Fae simply don't have the influence to remove that fact on a societal or personal level, even assuming they all want to. There's a reason that Gaddan had issues with Commoners being abused by Fae (see Beach Episode) and the bathhouse had a separate eating area.

At some point in the setting's future the magic/no-magic divide may be closed in some way. That point is probably not gonna be within the human lifespan of anyone Siesta's age.

Oh yeah!!!!!, Power has been restored and we are firing on all cylinders.
Also in regards to Klein, I thought we were(crack) shipping him with Éléonore

How easily you all forgot the true Klein ship.

Skuld, the Goddess Skuld, Goddess of the Future, last daughter born at the All Mother's loom
 
Oh yeah!!!!!, Power has been restored and we are firing on all cylinders.
It is great to see all these new reinforcements and old veterans returning to line of duty. It is no longer just us handful holding up the fort.
Watch as the Day in the Lime Light Episode of the war is a platoon of a musketeers fighting to infiltrate enemy lines to get Kirito a sandwich!
Seriously though, Fae logistics have their downs as well as their ups. If things do end up with some kind of war in Gallia it is gonna be all kinds of not fun trying to maintain a supply line for that much food.

Also in classic NCO fashion they claim to getting the sandwich ingredients for the Black Knight and conveniently do not mention in their report that the White Knight made a number of test sandwiches along the way. Which the Musketeers generously disposed of for her.
"Operation Island Sandwich is a go!"
But considering my average rate of progression we'll reach that point around 2190 . . . I don't think it's a huge concern.
I'm so happy we're getting it so soon!
 
Actually, I think chapters need to be threadmarked (in the story-only thread) for FanFicFare to pick them up. (Not that I was actually able to exercise enough patience to wait for those posts to get threadmarked to go and read thm this time around, heh.)
Actually I'm scraping from this post so unless its added there...
 
Arrun Paralle Story : Maid in Arrun 6
By the time Leafa and Kuwata arrived the men of the baths were collecting themselves. Staggering to their feet before scrambling for cover, or at least a hand towel, at the sight of a Sylph on a mission.

"Excuse me." Leafa splashed through the receding waters. "Pardon me . . . Hey! City Watch! What's going on here?"

"What were you all thinking?!" A voice boomed from the cavity of the kicked out door. An Undine, her azure hair done up in a bun and her dress tighed above her knees, did her best impression of an irritated silverback despite having the proportions and muscle tone of a lean swimmer. "Honestly starting a fight in the baths. And then starting to use your magic when it didn't go your way! Are you men or little boys?"

"Our magic?!" A tall waisted Undine man spluttered as he climbed from the muddied grass. "You're the one who flooded us out ya dumb bitch!"

"It's called damage control!" The female Undine leaned forward. "Hey, you said you were with the watch, right? Names Perila, owner of these baths. I want you to get these jerks off my property!"

"Uhm, well . . ." Leafa tried to catch up as shouts and jeers rose from the disrupted male bath goers. Most of the anger was directed at three Cait Syth arranged from shortest to tallest sitting cross legged and baring up under the abuse. The three looked nothing alike save their feline ancestry, but Leafa knew them as the Miura brothers.

"Not them!" Perila shouted. "All of you! Especially you, Loch!"

"Me? They're the ones who started the fight!"

"Only after you tried throw them out. You started this, Loch. They just tried to finish it!"

"All I said is that we shouldn't have to stew in whatever these muck rakers drag in." Leafa averted her eyes as Loch adjusted the towel around his waist. "It was bad enough when it just the three of them but now they're bringing their men too!"

Their men? Leafa scanned the bath goers at chest height and saw more than a dozen pairs of rounded ears on the heads of sturdy looking men who were most definitely not Faeries. They looked like startled deer, frozen in place when they clearly wanted to flee.

"The Miura's are basically garbage men right?" A long sylphic ear twitched at the sound of murmured voices behind her. More restaurant goers were gathering, drawn to the cause of the diturbance and the shouting.

"There's nothing wrong with being a garbage man."

"Yeah but they're more like everything men."

"Garbage cans, wash closets, sewers. I saw one of'm crawling out of the undercity covered in . . . well . . . y'know . . . "

"Hey aren't you engaged to the youngest one?"

"N'not engaged exactly . . . "

"Well he better hurry up before you pop."

"Just don't ask where he got the ring . . ."

Mean snickering bubbled up and Leafa shot a glair at the small group of women, silencing them like embarassed school girls caught by teacher. Then she turned back to the even uglier argument that everyone could hear.

"I assure you that we wash just as thoroughly as anyone else who uses the baths." The middle bother, Miura Osaka said calmly. "We even wash down before coming back into the city."

"Yeah." The youngest, with a mop of hair like a red lion's mane, chimed in, Miura Kobe. "If anything we're probably cleaner then all of you guys before we get here!"

"Bullshit!" A voice in the crowd, one that could only be bold as a voice in a crowd, callled out. "Literally bullshit! I could smell the stink on you when you came in!" That set off a new round of shouts and jeers rising in tempo.

In the short time Leafa had worked for the City Watch, she'd learned a lot. Her job was social more than anything and about heading off confrontations before they could turn bad. This one was going to turned bad. She needed to short circuit it. Right now.

So she did the only thing she could think of. Lifting a hand to the sky, fingers outstretched, she sub criticaled a <<Concusion Shot>> and the night air was suddenly filled by a hollow -boom- that wrattled teeth and settled in bones. All eyes were in the stern Sylph in wind whipped Yukata, her only weapon the small copper badge on her hip, and whatever magic it had to make them all listen.

There was a brief frantic panic inside of Leafa as Suguha's head caught up with her heart and she settled on a course of action. Blushing a little because she knew what it was going to look like.

Calmly, the Sylph splashed across the wet garden stones to stand in front of the Miura brothers, all eyes following her hypnotically. She singled out Miura Osaka and came to stand before him, hands on hips, the young man sitting cross legged looked at her with slightly too big Cait eyes as she leaned down and . . .

-sniff- sniff -

Eyes closed.

"Uhm . . ." Osaka began only to have a finger held in his face.

The smell of soap, a hint of diluted body odor, and very faintly, something that reminded Suguha of sandlewood.

"Just like I thought. They smell just as clean as anyone else." Leafa said loudly. "In fact, there's no way any of you could have smelled them. Otherwise there would have been trouble for Kuwata and I as well!"

"Huh?" The Gnome watchmen looked suddenly anxious having attention turned on him. "Uh, what are you saying, Pal?"

"I'm saying that my partner and I were down in the sewers almost all day." Leafa crossed her arms, a flush of embarrassement at what she was admitting. "It's . . . just as disgusting as you all think . . . But nobody stopped us from using the baths. We were treated with respect! The only difference is that you all had no way of knowing where we had come from. But you could take a stab at it with the Miura's and their men!"

Loch shrugged, "But you're not in that muck and filth every single day. Who knows what they have the chance to track ba . . . " He stopped and swallowed.

Leafa stared into him with an intensity. She stared so hard that she started to see the air currents wafting over the flooded earth, thermal eddies forming as the ground evaporated and cooled. "I can't believe you." Her voice started as a growl and grew louder and clearer with every word. "They practically wipe your butts for you and you won't even let them wash their backs!"

Leafa's determined glare was broken by a snicker at her back. "You gotta point, Pal." Kuwata grinned. "Y'know, I never thought about it like that!"

What other way was there to think of it as? Suguha wondered.

It clearly hadn't occurred to everyone. Maybe it was Suguha's words shaming them. More likely it was the growing number of girls in yukata watchfully observing all the boys in towels . . . or nothing . . . They milled about looking embarassed, most looking like they wished people weren't looking.

Either way the fight had gone out of most of them. And the rest weren't so brave on their own.

"I-I don't have to take this!" Loch stammered.

"You're right." Perila stamped a foot. "You can leave! There's other bath houses in the city." She smiled confidently. "Of course none of them are as good . . . But I'm sure you'll get along a lot better with a different clientele.

The male Undine looked like he was going to say something. Thought better of it. Huffed, and stormed off to get his things from the locker.

"Well that's over," Perila dusted her hands, "for now." Then her eyes widened as she realized she'd said what Leafa was thinking.

'For now'. A fight had been avoided. But nothing could really be called 'settled'. Loch didn't look sorry, and the Miura brothers . . .

"Kobe!" A cait woman came splashing daintily across the yard quickly as she dared. She had one steadying hand out and her wings alive and ready for good measure, because the other hand was held protectively over her stomach

"Kinoka!" The youngest Miura stumbled to his feet.

"I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have let that man insult you, I should have said something . . . "

"Yeah." The oldest Miura, Miura Edo stood up slowly. Unfolding like he was less muscle and bone and more a heavy smoke. Standing tall he was a lank black cat with a perpetual grimace. "You should have said something."

"Hey lay off." Kobe protested, gently putting himself between the girl and his brother. "This wasn't Kinoka's fight."

"But . . ." Kinoka started.

"Of course it was!" Edo spat. "If you really want this little girl to be . . ." His eyes looked past Kinoka to Leafa. "And you . . . "

"Uhm . . . You're welc . . ."

"Our police in this world are as toothless as always it seems." He looked down at her with eyes of badmoon. "Though it's to be expected from children."

"Hey!" Kuwata shouted. "Don't go calling Kirigaya a little kid, Pal! She's the most reliable partner I've ever had. Hey, hey are you listening?!" But Edo was already prowling off, keeping his distance from Loch as both men went to retrieve their belongins.

"He doesn't mean that, really." Miura Osaka grinned sheepishly. "Our big brother is just . . . Feuding with Loch."

"You mean Loch hates him." Kobe said.

"Loch hates all of us." Osaka corrected. "Well, anyways . . . Thanks, Kirigaya, on me and my brothers' behalf."

The crowd was dispering. People were too hungry to stand around if nothing more was going to happen and Leafa was happy to let them. A few Imps on Night Watch arrived as Leafa returned to the restaurant to collect Yui. They'd been alerted by the sound of her spell. She let them know what had happened and they all decided to leave a watchmen on duty for the rest of evening with Perila's concent.

"I'm sorry for how that turned out in the end, Siesta-san." Leafa apologized as they took a quiet street back home. Ore lights stretched off down the curving path, attracting moths and swooping <<Feather Drakes>> to catch them.

"There's no need to apologize, Miss." Siesta answered. "It could not be helped. However . . . It was most generous for Madame Perila to allow us to borrow these." She raised her arms to emphasize the Yukata.

"I think she just wanted to get everyone out so they can get to fixing up the baths." Though the complimentary flans Leafa carried in a bundle with her clothes were certainly appreciated. Leafa stopped as she saw a silhouette waiting beneath an orelamp. The impression of pointed ears.

"Hey!" GiNo smiled sappily as she leaned against Kuwata. "It's my good doggie!"

<<Wolf>> stood calmly and padded down the street, coming still in front of Leafa. There was something in his mouth and when the Sylph offered her hand, he deposited it gingerly.

"Another one of those fur rings from the Kurotsune?" Kuwata frowned. Then to <<Wolf>>. "I hate to break it to you pal but we figured out those were decoys. Remember?" <<Wolf>> simply huffed softly at Leafa and stepped gingerly to stand beside his partner. "Hey hey!" Kuwata started as GiNo slipped from his shoulder and climbed clumsy onto <<Wolf's>> back. She hugged the fearsome Mob around the chest and buried her face in his hackles, one leg hanging bare and almost brushing the ground.

"Uhm . . . I'll make sure GiNo gets home tonight." Kuwata assured before setting off after <<Wolf>>. "Watch it there, Pal. That's a real woman you're carrying. Got that?"

"Will Miss GiNo be alright?" Siesta asked.

"Probably." Leafa said, a little distracted. "She has <<Wolf>> with her after all." Turning the hoop of course fur over between her fingers, the Sylph looked back in the direction of baths. White smoke still pillared into the sky.
 
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Tension are high in Arrum and discrimination is everywhere. They are doing such an important job too... sadly no matter the universe, people with jobs that people find repulsive are always going to be looked down... until they become the Mob and very rich.

It's very interesting that they got human employees now. Integration and the economy is really starting to mingle.
 
Don't bring a wand to a swordfight

Guiche de Gramont panted for breath as he completed the sword drill. Coming from a family with a long martial tradition, he had the advantage of having learned these drills in his youth, but it had been some time since he had last practiced these patterns for so long at a stretch, and it was wearing him down. Still, he was doing better than some of the other trainees. His friend Malicorne had dropped his practice blade and had fallen to his knees. Something the drill sergeant had noticed with displeasure.

"Trainee Grandple! Pick up your weapon." He ordered.

"Why do we even need to learn how to use a sword?" Malicorne protested. "We're mages! We can hold off opponents from a distance using spells."

The sergeant gave a smile. It was the sort of smile that made wiser recruits start looking for an escape route. "So you think that magic can solve all your problems on a battlefield? I think it's time for a demonstration." He tossed a stick to Malicorne. "Let's say that this stick is your wand. Name your spell and the length of the chant."

Malicorne froze for a moment at the thought of being the target of a demonstration, but ultimately came up with an answer. "Piercing wind. Five count chant."

The sergeant paced off a distance of ten mails from the trainee. "I want you to try to draw your wand and chant your spell before I can kill you. Trainee Gramont, give the starting mark."

Guiche watched as the two faced each other, then gave the signal. "BEGIN!"

The moment he spoke, the sergeant sprang forth like he had been launched from a crossbow. Malicorne panicked, started stumbling over the words of the chant, and dropped his wand at the sight of the approaching blade. Mere moments later, the sergeant's training blade slammed into him, knocking the boy down.

"If you can't stand firm and hold to your task in an enemy charge, then you're useless to the army whether you're wielding sword or spell. But that is actually not the lesson that I had in mind." He turned to Guiche.

"Trainee Gramont! Take up the wand and be ready to cast your own five count chant on trainee Grandple's mark."

Guiche walked over to where Malicorne fell and picked up the wand, noting that as he did that the sergeant had again placed himself ten mails away. Forcing himself to be calm, he thought of the spell he intended to cast and readied himself while Malicorne caught his breath.

"BEGIN!"

Guiche drew the mock wand and started chanting, forcing himself to be as fast as he could while not stumbling over the words. At the same moment, the sergeant sprang forward as well. It was a race between Guiche's mouth and the sergeant's feet. For a moment Guiche thought he might win, but as he started the final count of the chant, the practice blade slammed into his padded armor, knocking the breath out of him.

"And that is the lesson I wanted to teach you. If you can't complete your spell before a commoner gets within sword's reach of you, you might as well not bother casting. While some people run faster than others, and some nobles cast faster than others, the general rule of thumb is that in the time it takes to perform each count of a chant, a trained swordsman can cover two mails. And as such, a man within ten mails of you while you cast a five count chant has a good chance of gutting you before you finish the spell. And if you don't want that to happen, you need another way of protecting yourself.

"That is why you are being trained with swords, Trainee Grandple. To keep you alive at times when magic isn't fast enough to do the job. Most serving Chevaliers have a wand core built into their favorite weapon so that they can switch between fighting physically and magically at will without needing to switch weapons. Once your training is complete, you may want to look into getting one yourselves.

"But that is for the future. Now that the demonstration is over, everyone is to pick up their weapons and resume the exercise!"

All the trainees rushed to obey.
 
It's very interesting that they got human employees now. Integration and the economy is really starting to mingle.

Not that strange. Any Faerie that can do a more advanced job or can be apprenticed to learn a more advanced job, be it leveraging ALfheim skills or earthly education is going to be doing exactly that.
 
"All I said is that we shouldn't have to stew in whatever these muck rakers drag in." Leafa averted her eyes as Loch adjusted the towel around his waist. "It was bad enough when it just the three of them but now they're bringing their men too!"
Oh no. Oh no, we have the asshole.
"There's nothing wrong with being a garbage man."
At first I thought we were going to see someone being racist towards humans due to being a Fae going to their head, but this was much more mundane case. People being jerks to jobs like garbage men and cleaners.
In the short time Leafa had worked for the City Watch, she'd learned a lot. Her job was social more than anything and about heading off confrontations before they could turn bad. This one was going to turned bad. She needed to short circuit it. Right now.
Yeah, deescalation is the name of the game often.
"What other way was there to think of it as?" Suguha wondered.
Your mistake was expecting for people to realize the obvious. And FTFY.
"Our police in this world are as toothless as always it seems." He looked down at her with eyes of badmoon. "Though it's to be expected from children."
And of course one of the people she just helped is jerk as well.
"He doesn't mean that, really." Miura Osaka grinned sheepishly. "Our big brother is just . . . Feuding with Loch."

"You mean Loch hates him." Kobe said.

"Loch hates all of us." Osaka corrected. "Well, anyways . . . Thanks, Kirigaya, on me and my brothers' behalf."
This brewing tension is going to explode somehow.
 
Oh no. Oh no, we have the asshole.
There is always at least one.
People being jerks to jobs like garbage men and cleaners.
Which is sadly rather common.
This brewing tension is going to explode somehow.
And the foxes probably think jabbing this ticking time bomb is a fun game. After all, it's not like they'll be the ones having to deal with the fallout.
 
At first I thought we were going to see someone being racist towards humans due to being a Fae going to their head, but this was much more mundane case. People being jerks to jobs like garbage men and cleaners.

We did see that though, and in a form that felt horribly realistic.

Note that absolutely nobody felt the need to defend the commoners working for them after someone very casually implied that they were less worthy of washing themselves than their bosses.

After all, the nature of the Transition and being a Faerie (especially in the cities) is going to drive Fae towards positions of power over such humans and it's all too easy to conflate the classist tendencies that I suspect the Fae almost all have (coming from capialist Japan in the sci-fi ish 2020s) with the physical cues that they now have before them.

Meanwhile said commoner workers were pretty clearly bricking it at getting caught up in what was ultimately a fight between Nobles (authority, magic using, all the key markers are there) in a place that they may well not have felt they belonged. No wonder they end up eating outside.

This is all doing a really good job of showing how, despite the best efforts of some Faeries (see the mention in the Beach Episode of people in Gaddan covering their ears to make it harder for assholes to discriminate against humans) the divide is emerging inexorably. Even those like the Miura brothers are getting grief. The commoners who work for them? And the more they integrate into the local nobility the more it's all going to get ingrained. Then once the first generation starts passing it on to their kids, knowingly or otherwise, well that's that.

Of course it's not all bad. We see that the police forces emerging amongst the Fae are acting about as well as can be hoped for with such institutions (arguably because the nature of policing the Fae makes it very hard to abuse that power without getting killed) and there is still clearly an overriding respect for the rule of law. A brawl breaking out is a long way off from Rika getting threatened with having her hands broken or being made an indentured servant.

Still, there was a pretty solid dose of reality underlying this one. I really like what you're doing with this side story @Triggerhappy
 
IIRC, the historical and heaviliy discriminated against Burakumin caste of Japan were the people who did dirty defiling jobs, but I don't know enough to disentangle the cause and effect.

The brothers are doing a vital job in keeping Arrun a pleasant place to live. What's Loch doing?

If Loch really doesn't want to see garbage men, Leefa should order them to just not go into his street - until he changes his mind.
 
And the foxes probably think jabbing this ticking time bomb is a fun game. After all, it's not like they'll be the ones having to deal with the fallout.

At the risk of showing my hand/being held to the random shit that comes out of my mouth as 10:45 PM on a work night . . .

HalkO canon.

Sionach Sidhe are bar non the single STRONGEST Fae-kin species on an individual level. In HalkO-ALO they were balanced to by an encounter for a standard ALO party (7? players iirc). Due to their use as story characters/quest related mobs their magic is very powerful and cross disciplinary.

They are, for instance, true shape shifters, capable of voluntarily assuming a wide range of forms and they are prodigious natural casters.

There are stronger individual Fae. There are stronger individual mages.

But among the Fae, person for person, the people who can reliably beat a Sionnach 1 v 1 is . . .

Kirito - (Speed blitzing them)
Asuna - (Assuming she dedicates herself to improving her magic, but also speed blitz)
General Eugene - (with Gram to Neutrali their <<Phase Shift>>)
Shiori - (Sheer coordination and, like Kirito, speed blitz)
maybe Morgiana on a good day

The thing that balances this is. They are incredibly rare. They cannot fly, though they can move with immense uncanny speed. Bar none they are the fewest Fae-kin in number by a wide margin. And they are mercurial at the best of times.

Curious. Talented. Easily bored, but also easily amused.

A sionnach is rarely interested in actually fighting unless they are cornered or protecting something or someone to whom they have established a strong bond.

We did see that though, and in a form that felt horribly realistic.

Note that absolutely nobody felt the need to defend the commoners working for them after someone very casually implied that they were less worthy of washing themselves than their bosses.

I mean, I wasn't trying to be THAT topical. But I suspect that one is at least as much to do with it not even occurring to the better people in the crowds.

Which . . . I suppose is how ugly shit like this often doesn't get shut down.

Good hearted people don't always 'see' the Racism/Classism in front of them because they don't think about the unspoken consquence to less good hearted people. It requires a degree of social empathy and establishment of bonds with the people that are being hurt as people within your community.

-Rubs temples- I'm really hoping I don't get shit for 'being political' -rubs temples-

Meanwhile said commoner workers were pretty clearly bricking it at getting caught up in what was ultimately a fight between Nobles (authority, magic using, all the key markers are there) in a place that they may well not have felt they belonged. No wonder they end up eating outside.

There's ugly overtones of every unpleasant case of classism/racism in this subject because the script is the same every time. Different parts of the script get exagerated in each case. But it's the same script because it's the same ugly impulses being let loose.

Of course it's not all bad. We see that the police forces emerging amongst the Fae are acting about as well as can be hoped for with such institutions (arguably because the nature of policing the Fae makes it very hard to abuse that power without getting killed) and there is still clearly an overriding respect for the rule of law. A brawl breaking out is a long way off from Rika getting threatened with having her hands broken or being made an indentured servant.

Suguha starts off as Kazuto's loving and big hearted sister and Yui's cool aunt. She ends up as . . . Kazuto's loving and big hearted sister and Yui's cool aunt, but also Sam Vimes . . . if Sam Vimes had the body and heart of a reckless teenage girl.

The recusive fanfiction you didn't know you needed.

Sam Vimes, commander of the Arrun City Watch.

Kirigaya Leafa, commander of the Ankh-Morpork City Watch.

Better than the BBC series anyways . . .

Still, there was a pretty solid dose of reality underlying this one. I really like what you're doing with this side story @Triggerhappy

Which is saddening since I was hoping for this to lead in a more tender direction by the end :(
 
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IIRC, the historical and heaviliy discriminated against Burakumin caste of Japan were the people who did dirty defiling jobs, but I don't know enough to disentangle the cause and effect.

This and the Indian Untouchables was certainly an inspiration.

Don't really know enough reliably about Japanese culture, but I'm willing to suspect there's still a strong distate for jobs that are regarded as inherently 'unclean'.

Even if modern sanitation has helped to kind of mask that distaste. Not to mention, living in a modern city, a sanitation or sewer worker is just another face in the crowd when they take off their work clothes.

Not so much in a city of only 40,000. That's a pretty big number. But not so big that people won't know their faces.

The brothers are doing a vital job in keeping Arrun a pleasant place to live. What's Loch doing?

If Loch really doesn't want to see garbage men, Leefa should order them to just not go into his street - until he changes his mind.

Sadly, Leafa is not distaff Sam Vimes (yet), she doesn't have that sort of authority.

And even if she did, pissing off everyone else who is effected to hurt one asshole is a generally bad plan.
 
I mean, technically it's not Leafa's (or the police's) job anyways. Short term, possibly the "best" way to solve the issue is to give them a (relatively powerful) noble patron and give them natty uniforms.

That, or you find the equivalent of Harry King.... and nobles experience some rough, "unconnected" unpleasantness.
 
one idea I had would be that fairies would end up bringing the idea of Isekai into literature starting with the idea of a halkegenia mage ending up in Japan's past where he is the only person with magic in a world without.
The fairies find it fun because it's very similar to the stories they've read, but different enough to be new.
The nobles and commoners end up enjoying the story for different reasons, the nobles because the protagonist is a power fantasy of their dream and the commoners because the protagonist is closer to a perfect noble.
Some fairies think the main character is Gary Stu and they're right, but I turned out to be very popular.
there are tropes such as harem, but it is modified in that the protagonist has a noble wife and several cucumbines among others as he has to show himself very much a believer in the founder so that the church does not complain about the matter.
 
Sionach Sidhe are bar non the single STRONGEST Fae-kin species on an individual level. In HalkO-ALO they were balanced to by an encounter for a standard ALO party (7? players iirc). Due to their use as story characters/quest related mobs their magic is very powerful and cross disciplinary.
Fluffy Tails OP pls nerf. :p

Still it sounds like they're going to be a reoccuring pain in the neck for the Arrun watch and everybody else in general. Becasue nobody has the magic/skills to pin them down and make them accountable for the **** they pull.
 
Fluffy Tails OP pls nerf. :p

Still it sounds like they're going to be a reoccuring pain in the neck for the Arrun watch and everybody else in general. Becasue nobody has the magic/skills to pin them down and make them accountable for the **** they pull.
Somebody in Arrun is going to become a favored target of one because they tried to put their max charisma bard build to use and Seduce the fluffy tailed menace. Roll for success, nat 20, congrats the very chaotic neutral thinks you're cute and is now very very interested in you, too bad the foxy fae-kin's way of courtship is difficult to deal with.
 
Which is saddening since I was hoping for this to lead in a more tender direction by the end :(
Um, well, by the end if this part it seems more like that something bad (on a city/community level) is on the horizon with Kurotsune's crime spree slowly undermining the people's faith in the city watch and assholes like Loch and, lesser extent, Edo being poster boys of issues that could easily grow into big problems.
Fluffy Tails OP pls nerf. :p
One does not simply nerf the fluffy tail. :V
The best way to stop them would be with a complicated rolling ball machine, right? I mean, I could stare at one endlessly...
Or a stick with only one end.
 
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