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Twisted Wonderland Supervillain AU
Tag: supervillain au
Welcome to Twistopolis, where the supervillains of Night Raven Corporation run amok and the superheroes of Royal Sword Association regularly stop them. Between the two groups stands the Prefect, a mysterious third-party vigilante. Reporting on it all is Yuu Radcliffe, a seemingly-ordinary reporter, and their cameraman Yuuken Enma. Oh, and there's also the self-proclaimed-greatest-supervillain Grim.
There are AUs to this AU which you can access through a link above, but it is recommended that you go through the Main Posts first.
General Notes:
Dorm heads are supervillains, other students are minions
Yuu is the Prefect and nobody knows
All the students are now grown adults.
Some heroes and villains have civillian identities, some don't.
Names are meaningful (usually).
Nonhumans exist.
Magic exists.
Quite shippy, generally runs on comedy, has a very friendly au community and a cool lore has been built up.
Characters and Groups
TWST NEWS
Yuu Radcliffe, Yuuken Enma, Kuroki Yuuya, Hirasaka Yuuka, their bosses
Night Raven Corporation
On the villains of Twistopolis
Royal Sword Association
On the heroes of Twistopolis
Other Civilian Characters and Groups
Grim, the Ghosts, Mrs. Kingscholar, Cheka, Eliza, the Radcliffes, the Great Seven, the Disney Company
Other Hero and Villain Groups
heroes and villain unaffiliated with RSA and NRC
Relations
On the relations within and between groups.
Scenarios
Short-form incidents and events resulting from asks, submissions and posts that involve numerous characters or a shared theme. Specific incidents can be found in the respective character posts.
Fics
Longer pieces of written work
Appearances/Costumes
It isn't a world with superheroes and supervillains without some costumes! Here are the collected costume notes and artist interpretations of certain characters.
Artworks /Memes
Non-costume artworks that still fall under the main Supervillain AU, memes of the Supervillain AU and its AUs, and whatever didn't fit anywhere else
Compiler Note:
I tried to collect everything but I am only human. Please message me if a link leads somewhere it shouldn't or if I missed credit somewhere.
Question about Azul’s soulmate Au: What was the twins reaction to all of that? Did Jade recognize the injuries he caused?
Jade did recognize the injuries he caused!
That was actually part of the reason why he and Floyd were causing them—Azul’s soulmate had been going through quite a few injuries during the school year! Broken ribs, torn ankle ligaments, sand abrasions, oh my…
Someone so reckless needs to be taken in to hand and advised to stop or keep going depending on how annoying Azul’s been recently.
Nothing had come of any of the other contractees they’d mistreated so far, but these four?
I just ran across your different soulmates concepts and as an avid fan of getting weird with soulmate stuff they’re extremely cool! Yuu’s world and Twisted Wonderland having different ways to find soulmates is SO fun and can be SO messy and complicated (especially because, who would think that this part of How The World Works would just be different!) Extremely cool, every version, I love all of them. But for the Azul one in particular, mostly these have been Yuu PoV for understandable reasons, but as soon as I read the discovery scene I thought Azul’s experience of those few moments between setting the trap and slamming the door open must have been Something. Just the, one second you’re preparing to laugh at and then beat up some contract dodgers and then the next oh FUCK and also OW why did that hit so hard. Azul in that world has been having an experience in general!
Also, while I was having thoughts about what a cool concept this was, and different interesting kinds of soulmate indicators - the one where ink/writing on your skin (like from a pen) shows up on your soulmate’s and vice versa is always fun. And would probably be strange to only have half of, whether it was Yuu’s world’s version or Twisted Wonderland’s! …The “can’t see in color until you meet your soulmate/only see in color around your soulmate/are missing a color that is your soulmate’s/general messing with vision” type would also be a weird one, thinking about it xD 0.0 That was fun in the Leona one, the situation where for one side “figuring out who your soulmate is” is a very obvious instant thing and for the other side it is Not Immediately Obvious 💖😂
Aaah, thank you so much!!
And yes, that is EXACTLY what happened to Azul, leaning against the door, grinch-like smile on his face, and then WHAM!! He’s on the ground making an undignified gurgling sound while Jade goes “oh my” and smiles and Floyd pokes him to ask if he’s dead yet.
I do have the “only see in color” one planned for future options, as well as “your full name appears on your soulmate” which will be fun to play with, especially if Yuu meets someone who they don’t know the true name of for a long time…
I do also have the writing on skin one planned—with someone who’s going to draw dicks all over Yuu’s arms.
Thank you so much again for reading and enjoying!!
Fun tag game idea: say something that most of your followers wouldn’t actually know
I’ll start first: I am actually married. Irl. I have a husband. I know it’s surprising considering the Tumblr spouses, but my husband thinks it’s funny.
I've been sitting here for like 10+ minutes tryna think of something and the only thing that really comes to mind is probably the fact that we're technically related to Geoffrey Rush?
He's like, our grandfather's cousin or something, but we've never met him or anything
Probably not of much interested especially since I know he was accused of some not very cool things (not that we ever cared to pay much attention, since again we never interacted with him personally), but it's a fact about us that most people don't know 🤷
im mildly allergic to chocolate but i eat it anyway bc no amount of vicious diarrhea will make nutella not worth it. it was only very recently that i learned that chocolate isnt supposed to be spicy
I have 8 nieces and nephews, 2 I’ve never met, 1 I only see on Halloween cause they trick or treat at my house.
The oldest two are 11 and 13 and the youngest is only a few months old
The way my family works is like a promotion system, so say you have a cousin who’s going to have a baby, the cousins of said cousin become aunts and uncles, the aunts and uncles become grandparents, and the nieces and nephews become cousins.
I went by the name Citrus for my entire eighth grade year and realized that I lowkey hated it a couple months in (hence why I started going by Acey when I began high school)
ummmm umm.. not about me but about my pets.. ive had two cats and both of them are really big for cats?? like theyre just Large. not fat or anything just like.. big. idk !!!!
I can't eat too much peanut butter otherwise i get diarrhea and throw up. And I am learning japanese so I can play more unlocalized Otome games, i can actually read almost all hiragana at a glance like english(i just don't know what most of it means lol)
@caffeinated-chocolate @misteria247 and other moots and people who want to play. Sorry, I'm very bad at removing usernames and which people are moots.
hmm... i don't really know actually... i guess the fact that i naturally have a pretty high caffeine tolerance something a little unpredictable, especially given my username ˙𐃷˙
Something I very rarely talk about here is that i love learning languages! (at least when I'm in the mood for it lol)
I taught myself modern Greek when I was 12 - which helped me when I started learning ancient Greek as well - which is something I find really cool :)
As of now I'm fluent in Italian (native language so obv) and English (C2 level), I can read/understand most French and Spanish, some Greek and Portuguese, plus some general knowledge of German and Swedish
I've also tried getting into slavic languages bc I LOVE the culture but for some reason I cannot learn a thing 😭
i tore my right hip abductor muscle doing track in 8th grade and then re-tore it during fall guard my sophomore year and it’s literally never been the same 😭 (it hurts when i drive for over 30 minutes at a time lmao) BUT on the fun side i can crack my hip really easily now and it makes horrible grating noises that can scare the shit outta people who don’t know the hip lore
all this in addition to my hyper flexibility and my back being legitimately Built Different (hahaha it’s an inward curve from scoliosis) makes me incredibly flexible in a deeply off-putting way and pretty freaking good at dance
That's kinda fascinating actually, and very on brand for a guardist
I make my own pins for fandoms I'm in and there's almost always some sort of ink on my skin, either from making said pins or just straight up drawing on myself :)
@idontexist734 @drudg30n @8-aladdin-sane-8 @fizgabzi14 and anyone else
I’ve always smiled with my bottom teeth hiding behind my top teeth and have been resting my jaw more backwards (most times)with my tongue between my teeth,
I can move it to the correct spot but I find it more uncomfortable and hard(+inconvenient to make sure it’s in the correct spot), so I’ve never tried fixing it.
nothings really interesting about me im lwk like a default character BUT
my irl friends know this, but i really like history/AP and enjoy the subject entirely, i find it fun and its generally one of the easiest subjects in my opinion. :] and yes, i do have a copy of el filibusterismo(the reign of greed) and noli me tangere(the social cancer/touch me not) though i'm only a few pages in and i hadn't finished it yet ;-;
absolutely NO pressure at all, reblog if you want : @y1f4 @askthesonnellin0s @stars-flesh-and-bone @muffinstuffins11 @theannoyingparasite @boredomgayartist @specified6 @jrw006 @nerilefou @yourlocalgummybear + any1 else i forgot and opentags :)
Im really not an interesting person at all, but uh..
All I can think of is I don't have a knuckle on my right pinkie.
Well, I do, but when I was young I once rested my chin on it cause I was watching shit on the DVD player, and then it moved my knuckle 😃 it's kinda cool, I suppose.
i have over 100 ocs and at least 35 of them i am currently using! along with this, i try to write at least 1 fun fact for each and i've drawn the vast majority of them at least once. yes most of them are objects.
@mellieksstarz @itzgalaxynoraire @retrocrayons @squari5x6 @theguynobodyinvited @gabrieledega @dawnshockanddarkcrash + any moots i forgot to mention (sorry!) + open tags
Some of my followers might know I work in Visitor Services in museums. However, both of the museums I’ve worked in during the past three years have been involved in major world events
I also want to leave museum work and become a professional author one day!
What are Yuu's thoughts on their biological mother?
Imagining them seeing their friends having a healthy relationship with their mothers/fathers (except riddle ofc) and feeling a sense of emptiness... a hollow feeling nagging at their heart due to lack of such an experience ...
(Also if Georgina's motherly instincts sense neglected Yuu, she straight up slams adoption paper on the table while Floyd cheers (Yuu unfortunately does not have a say in this) .
Yuu’s thoughts on their bio mum are…complicated. More negative overall.
After all, she was the villain in all of the stories they were told growing up. A wily, whorish, black-hearted seductress, who tricked their father into sleeping with her out of obsessive gold-digging lust. Who paraded herself around the home of their half siblings for nine months until she gave birth to Yuu and, in a fit of insanity, kidnapped Megami to try and force their father to return her demented feelings. The source of the Gracey family’s miseries.
Yuu’s spent most of their life being told that this terrible woman had something deeply wrong with her, something rotten inside her head, so they must too. A lot of their childhood was spent trying to prove this wrong, and even now they will not respond well to being called crazy.
And that’s not even touching their feelings about the fact that this woman apparently grabbed Megami and ran, but couldn’t be bothered to bring along her own bio kid. Half of this is diverted towards Megami in the form of resentment (if it weren’t for you, maybe she would have taken me), but half is still directed at the woman herself in a mix of anger, betrayal, and self-loathing (what the hell is so wrong with me that you dumped me the first chance you got??)
It’s why Megami was ultimately able to get through to them and spark the crazy idea of running away together—she was the only one to tell Yuu stories of their mum where she wanted them too. All three of them were meant to be family. So why shouldn’t Yuu honor their late mother’s wishes and finish what she started?
(Of course, you know how that story turned out.)
They definitely feel a hollow longing every time they interact with the families of their classmates—siblings are okay, since they kind of got a taste of what that could be like with Megami, but loving parents? Grandparents?
Yuu has never had a positive adult experience in their life, so they quietly envy their classmates who are lucky enough to have them.
They’re appropriately polite to their friends’ parents, usually on their best behavior to ensure these adults don’t disapprove of them and say their classmates can’t be friends with them anymore (a common occurrence during their years as the bastard of the Gracey).
But they have not considered that this could lead to potential adoption attempts…
Of course, Yuu doesn’t know everything about their mother. Even with Megami’s stories, there’s quite a bit about the woman’s life that’s a total mystery to them, especially with the Graceys’ slander both pre and postmortem.
For example, they have no idea that their mother was a lesbian and would be shocked if you told them.
The fun part of having multiple Villainous Paranoiac Yuu AUs, particularly the Neon Odyssey space opera one I’m currently playing with, is I get to have the worst person in the galaxy divulge this information in the most psychically damaging way possible >:D
Thanks for the help everyone! In honor of this, have a snippet of the bios I’m writing for each of the first years:
Ace Trappola: Solari Echo Scoundrel
An “up and coming” starfighter racer who’s down on his luck, Ace may have pissed off a few bozos by reneging on his deal to fix a race and flying off with the collective winnings. With most of the money gone and more than a few angry mobsters closing in, Ace has managed to escape his just desserts so far by abusing the temporal displacement watch he’s “borrowing” from his older brother, but how long until his time—and luck—run out?
Yuu is a struggling Holo-Star streamer who accidentally becomes an investigative journalist when a Cacophony-corrupted creature attacks them, a chimera, and six other bystanders in a metropolitan area on stream.
In order to figure out what the hell that was and the causes behind it, they join up with the other six rookies in a ramshackle old junker of a ship to explore the galaxy for answers (and do some not-technically-licensed bounty hunting on the sidelines—Crowley, the original owner of the Ramshackle, needs them to pay off that lease somehow!)
More worldbuilding lore under cut, but first some links to help understand the world itself, plus the trailer that got me into this in the first place (tl;dr in this version of space, you can not only hear screams but also explosions, there’s a Harmony to the universe that all souls are connected to, and a force known as the Cacophony which can dis-connect souls and corrupt them into four tones of Discordant)
The setting of Stardust Rhapsody: Anthem is set in a perfect disc-shaped[1] galaxy called "Stardust Rhapsody".[2] There is no other galaxy i
The setting of Stardust Rhapsody: Anthem is set in a perfect disc-shaped[1] galaxy called "Stardust Rhapsody".[2] There is no other galaxy i
The setting of Stardust Rhapsody: Anthem is set in a perfect disc-shaped[1] galaxy called "Stardust Rhapsody".[2] There is no other galaxy i
Which leads us to the twst worldbuilding I’ve been playing with:
Cacophony Chips
A series of strange red microchips. Emits a passive, inaudible radio signal which generates calm and possessive attachment in the current owner (host), but causes a sense of disquiet in perceptive bystanders. Begins leeching black ink-like fluid the longer it is exposed to its host’s negative emotions, until a breaking point triggers the chip to fuse with the host and force a partial Discordant-transformation.
The kind of Discordance varies depending on the neuroses of the host. If the chip cannot be detached from the host in time, this transformation leads to permanent corruption. Once detached, the chip turns black and breaks. This form of the chip will have a symbol of the Tone of Discord it inflicted embossed on it.
Yuu is a struggling Holo-Star streamer who accidentally becomes an investigative journalist when a Cacophony-corrupted creature attacks them, a chimera, and six other bystanders in a metropolitan area on stream.
In order to figure out what the hell that was and the causes behind it, they join up with the other six rookies in a ramshackle old junker of a ship to explore the galaxy for answers (and do some not-technically-licensed bounty hunting on the sidelines—Crowley, the original owner of the Ramshackle, needs them to pay off that lease somehow!)
I wish Yuu with deal with the Graceys the same way Maki dealt with the Zenin clan😌
Yuu would need to contend with their elder siblings’ much stronger fighting proficiencies (Enji is called a prodigy in kendo, Leota competes nationally in archery, and Asahiko specializes in judo).
But honestly they would be completely justified in doing so.
Dipping out of my GSGW fixation to say that if I could animate, I’d do an entire amv of the Twst First Year DND party trying and failing to recruit creatures before stumbling upon Malleus Draconia set to “A Troll is Not A Familiar”
Darkness comes in all forms in the [Dark Exploration Records]. As an open-source wiki which anyone can contribute to so long as what they’re writing fits within the “rules of the universe”, it’s only natural that there are as many settings and dangers as there are types of human experiences. With inspiration ranging from traditional folktales to modern urban legends to foreign horror stories, so long as someone wrote it and the mods approved, it could be found on the [Dark Exploration Records] wiki…and in the terrifying creepypasta-infested universe which Kim Soleum somehow was currently enduring.
Except…
Well. As a coward who has read through practically every page on this wiki (and had a (currently still broken) cheat item attached to his phone that allowed him to review every page he’s read besides) Kim Soleum…has no idea what kind of Darkness he’s just been thrown into.
He is currently sitting on the thick purple rug of what looks like an study from some western fantasy school series, stone floor and walls, tall thin windows crossed with diagonal metal bars, purple velvet curtains, a large mahogany desk with two candle holders on each side which are lit with purple flames, seven portraits of figures who don’t look fully human (wait, isn’t one of them just a lion?!) floating in the air behind it…
And that’s not even getting into the people(???) who are now staring down at him with expressions that set his well-honed survival instincts screaming.
Two of them look human enough. An older grey-haired man in flowing wine-color robes with a green jewel at his throat, face stern and pitiless even with a runny nose. A younger man who may be about his own age with half of his black hair dyed white, continuing the monochrome theme with a huge black and white striped fur coat paired with a blood red tie.
And then there’s the guy with the glowing yellow eyes peering at him from behind a bird mask and top hat, purple lips on too-pale skin, with a glittering feathered blue-black coat and golden claws on his gloves?!
No way that’s human, whatever that is!!
“おや?” The bird-man-demon(?!?!) says. And then he launches into the flow of a language that Kim Soleum recognizes, but has not spoken since the one elective course he took in university to round out his credits.
‘If this is a western fantasy setting Darkness…why the hell are its denizens speaking Japanese?!’
Kim Soleum jumps at the sharp crack! of a riding crop hitting leather, which one of the more human men is now pointing at his face?! Sir, even if you say something else angry-sounding and demanding to me, this citizen of Korea still won’t understand you!
“M-my apologies.” He stammers as his mind works furiously to try to remember which Darkness this could be. This isn’t anything like Sekwang Technical High School, nor does it seem to fit any of the locales in “And They All Lived Unhappily Ever After”. “I’m afraid my comprehension of Japanese is rusty, so if it would be possible to speak slower…?”
The three people turn to look at each other, confusion evident on the human-like ones’ faces, clearly having even less understanding of Korean than he does Japanese.
Then the older man with the runny nose makes a gesture and the green gem at his throat glows—!
It feels as though spiderwebs settle over him, sticky-soft and cold, before the melting away into nothing. Wh-what the hell was that?! He’s not been contaminated so soon after being rescued from Braun’s Late Night Show, has he?!
“今は私たちの言っていることが理解できますか?” The wine-robed gentleman asks in a soft, hoarse voice.
“Sorry, ah, go-gomenasai.” Kim Soleum stutters, desperately trying to recall knowledge he has not used in years as he moves into a kneeling position. “Wakari-ra…? I still don’t understand.”
“結局、失敗に終わった。” The flamboyant man in the heat trap of a coat sighs. “やはり、トレイン先生の能力は病によって制限されているようだ。いや、もしかしたら、元気だったとしてもこうだったのだろうか？”
The wine-robed gentleman’s face grows cold and his next words are clipped. “私の能力を見せてやりたいなら、喜んでお見せしよう、若造め。”
The flamboyant man grins, raising the riding crop (why???) again but the bird-demon-man rises from the desk with a dramatic gesture to the pair of them. “落ち着け、二人とも！この客人は明らかに混乱していて、我々に負っている恩義を理解していない。もし彼が我々の監督生と同じく異世界から来たのなら、これは幸運ではないだろうか?”
The three turn back to stare at him. Please don’t look so eager Mr. Bird-Demon-Man it’ll only make your scary side than much worse when this Soleum can’t give you whatever it is you want.
The older man frowns. “これが、あの監督生と同じ場所から来たかもしれないと本気で思っておられるのですか？ それはあまりに馬鹿げた話です、校長先生。まず第一に、この存在は―”
“これは、まさに教育の宝庫と言えるでしょう！この「道具」――おっと失礼、生徒たちが学ぶための「教師」を使って、彼らがどれほどのことを習得できるか、想像してみてください!” The way that demon sweeps around the desk and stands before him gives the image of a crow or raven, about to snatch something shiny. The golden pinpricks glow as they study him.
He, he thinks he heard the word “sensei” in there? That means teacher, right? So then, does this Darkness expect him to take on a teacher’s role given he’s an adult?
‘So long as there isn’t any contamination like in that hellish kindergarten, I guess it’s fine…’
“You want me to be a sensei?” Kim Soleum speaks loudly and slowly, pressing an hand to his chest. “Me? Sensei…dayo n-ne?”
“そうだ、そうだ！ 先生だ、お前は先生になるのだ！ ああ、なんと私は賢く、そして優しいことか！ このような者にまで、救いの手を差し伸べてやるのだからな!” The crow demon seems ecstatic, nodding wildly and gesturing to him vigorously. The demon turns to the flamboyant man. “クルーウェル先生、翻訳薬の調合は先生にお任せいたします。もし監督生が役に立たないとなれば、この意思疎通の不備は実に煩わしいものとなるでしょう。”
The flamboyant man sighs, casting a critical eye over Kim Soleum. “ポーションがこいつにそもそも効くのかどうかという問題はひとまず置いておくとして……何か手立てがないか考えてみるよ。”
The older man’s face twists in disdain, but his bow is formal and respectful. “それならば、これで失礼いたします。私とルキウスが明日、仕事に出られるほどに回復したかどうかは、また改めてご連絡差し上げます。”
“素晴らしい!” The demon claps his claw-tipped hands together. “さあ、あなたです……ミスター外国人！これからあなたが住み、働くことになる場所へご案内しますので、どうぞ私についてきてください！”
Kim Soleum does not want to take this crow-demon’s hand. He’s terrified that he will suddenly lose the limb, or have his throat torn out, or experience a slow, wasting death curse if he does.
But if he doesn’t, who’s to say all that won’t happen anyway if the crow-demon is displeased?
The claws are sharp enough to leave pinpricks in his skin as he’s hoisted upright with more strength than the crow demon’s wiry frame suggests.
“さあ、外国人さん、行きましょう!” With that unintelligible command, the crow demon strides towards the study doors and flings them open, shoes clicking in time with an ornate cane.
Kim Soleum follows once he sees the flamboyant man watching him with a sneer, one eyebrow raised.
High-school age boys in black western-style uniforms fill the halls outside the study, some talking with their friends or hurrying to classes like normal, everyday high school students.
But the majority of them have strange lavender growths sprouting from their heads and exhausted expressions, stumbling around with their eyes directed to the floor, as if the growths are pulling them or something.
The crow-demon sees his expression and flaps a hand with a disingenuous smile. “そんなことはお気になさらず、外国人さん。あれは単なる……一時の流行にすぎませんよ！ ええ、まったく。この愚かな子供たちときたら、自分たちの遊びのために、なんといたずら好きなことでしょう!”
Kim Soleum’s resolve sharpens with understanding. ‘I need to be careful and play along until an escape condition becomes clear to leave this Darkness.’
‘The moment I let my guard down, or let my cowardice slip…’
‘…These demons are definitely going to murder me!!’
The crow demon leads him out of the school, across what seems to be more like a university campus.
Away from the gothic castle-like buildings, down a central walkway with statues of the seven figures in the portraits in the office. Some kind of school representatives or founders? They’re not cute enough to be mascots.
Two look pretty human, four decidedly less so. One is just a lion.
Why???
The whole time, the crow demon is still chattering away, throwing arms out to gesture to this or that structure as if he’s a tour guide.
Never mind that Kim Soleum has no idea what he’s being told, and can’t contribute to the conversation in any meaningful way.
The problem is, no matter how much he’s seeing, he can’t place this Darkness. He’s wracking his brains frantically, trying to recall everything he can from the [Dark Exploration Records], or even if it had a sister wiki in Japan which might have produced this knock-off Darkness he’s in.
If he can’t recall this Darkness, he can’t know its weaknesses. If he doesn’t know its weaknesses, he can’t solve it quickly and escape. And if he can’t do that…
‘I may as well kiss Director Ho’s infiltration mission and the chance of ever getting a Wish Ticket home goodbye…!’
As he worries, it seems they’ve made their way away from most of the buildings. The quality of the path they’re taking has slipped from neat brick to worn cobblestone to trodden dirt.
‘What do I do if this demon leads me somewhere isolated to murder me or cut off my limbs? I still have the Nostalgia Candy, and the Happy Maker auto-injector—if I can escape his grasp, those should let me run far enough away to hide and plan my next move.’
He follows the crow-demon around a bend following a wrought iron fence and a building finally appears. It’s an old stone mansion with a green roof, 3 stories tall…or maybe 4? It looks like someone decided to keep building at odds with the preexisting floors and never was told to stop. For some reason there’s a round room on the upper floors with a pointy spire roof for no clear reason.
‘It looks like something I would’ve designed in a simulation game. When I was eleven.’
A figure is speed-walking away from the building and gradually getting closer to them on the path. He’s dressed in the uniform all the other students were wearing and has his head down, seemingly oblivious.
“ああ、ちょうど今、あなたのルームメイトがやって来ましたよ！” The crow demon waves an arm. “監督生！ 監督生、こっちです!”
The student jerks to attention, body stiffening at the sight of the demon. He begins walking towards them at a much slower pace than before.
He looks young to Kim Soleum’s eyes, maybe just out of middle school. He’s short and slight, enough that his uniform sags at the elbows and ankles. His hair is messy and long bangs cover most of his face. What features are visible are sharp and freckled, pulled tight in wariness.
A good attitude to have when facing a demon like this! But wait, isn’t it strange that a native of this Darkness reacts to a prominent figure like the crow-demon in this fashion?
Unless…this is because Kim Soleum is here?
…
It’s a sensible stance to take towards a strange new adult, for a child, but it feels a little disheartening too…
“監督生、新しい先生にご挨拶をお願いします。” The crow demon gestures between him and the student. “先生もあなたと同じ境遇ですので、仲良くして、新しい環境に馴染めるよう手助けしてあげてください。”
Whatever he said makes the boy jolt to a stop in the middle of bowing. “同じ…？待ってください、校長先生、どういう意味ですか？この方も…?!”
“さて、外国人さん、お部屋へどうぞ!”
The crow demon spreads his hands as if presenting the building behind the fence. “さあ、異邦人殿。ここがお前の宿舎となる。この私が特別に慈悲を垂れ、新装なったばかりのこの場所をくれてやろう―”
“申し訳ありません、学園長。ですが、それは叶いません。” The student raises a hand in a ‘stop’ gesture, as if to forestall what the monster is about to say. “アシェングロット先輩との契約において、この寮は担保として差し出されておりますので。”
The crow demon freezes, then turns to the student. The air feels cold all of a sudden, like a storm is about to break. “担保か?”
“慈悲深い学園長先生が私にこの件の調査を許可してくださったことを、アズール・アシェングロット先輩は、契約した生徒たちを解放するためなら「いかなる手段」をも講じることへの、学園長先生からの承認であると解釈しました。” The student squares his shoulders, looking the crow-demon in the face before bowing his head. “そして、これこそがその「手段」だったのです。”
Kim Soleum almost feels inspired by the show of resoluteness in the teenager. Good on you kid, for telling this monster whatever it is that he doesn’t want to hear so baldly. 10/10 points for guts.
0/10 for self-preservation.
The demon begins squawking like the bird he resembles, pacing around, arms raising and lowering sharply in time with his yelling. Kim Soleum still has no idea what the problem is or what’s being said, but the fierce scolding tone is universally understandable. He even has to take a step or two back to avoid being hit with the end of the crow-demon’s cane.
The student stands there with his head bowed, seemingly unmoved by the tirade being poured onto him.
But the blankness on their face is…off. Someone who truly didn’t care about receiving a scolding would look more annoyed or bored, while someone who felt they were genuinely at fault would naturally show signs of guilt or contrition.
Instead, this blank, mask-like body language, so focused on not reacting to what sound like condemnations, lets him notice other factors. Like the fact that the child’s fists are balled so tightly at their sides that their knuckles are white and trembling. Or the fact that their jaw is clenched hard to let them better tuck their head into their chest, eyes staring down sightlessly.
If anything, rather than a rowdy student being corrected by a teacher, doesn’t this scene resemble an employee enduring a needless chewing out from their boss more??
The child flinches back at a sudden rise in volume and proximity from the crow-demon and Kim Soleum is treated to a flash of grey socks stained a dark rusty brown-red.
“Ah, excuse me,” This feels dangerous, especially when the crow-demon rounds on him with a terrifying anger burning in its golden pinpricks.
But he’s certain there isn’t a person alive who could stand by and watch an adult yell at an injured child, demon or not. “I mean no disrespect, but it would appear that this student is suffering an injury. Would it be better to continue this conversation after they receive medical attention?”
‘And stop making me the unwilling witness to your shouting at students! Any school official with decorum would wait until outsiders had left before issuing discipline! If you’re pretending to be an authority figure, then act like it!’
Even if he isn’t understood, the crow-demon proves his point by resettling his coat and straightening his waistcoat with a faint air of fluster, clearing his throat unnecessarily. It seems like the denizens of this Darkness do put stock in the conventions of courtesy and polite society, or do a good job of pretending to at least.
The student stares at Kim Soleum, mouth hanging open, then bows to him deeply.
“My deepest apologies for not addressing you properly, Seonsaengnim. If you could please excuse the rude question, wo-would you happen to be from 韓-ah, Hanguk?”
!!!
Someone who not only speaks his language in this western fantasy Darkness, but also is familiar with his home country!
“Yes! Y-yes, I’m from Korea. I’m a—” let’s not traumatize the child by mentioning that he enters horror stories for a black company that took away all the progress he’d made towards going back home just yet! “—currently an office worker, for a pharmaceutical company. Do you know where we are right now? I learned a little Japanese in college, but I’m very rusty so I haven’t been able to understand anything so far.”
The student’s face creases in an expression that looks too adult for their age. An unpleasant mixture of regret, worry, resignation.
“I…I’m sorry to say we’re not on Earth anymore, Seonsaengnim. This place is another world, known as Twisted Wonderland. It doesn’t have any of the nations we know, and every one person in five of this world’s population possesses the ability to use magic. We’re currently on the campus of Night Raven College, an all-male boarding school recognized as one of the top two high schools for magic users.” Without changing the respectful and deferential tone he’s using, the teenager continues. “The useless sack of feathers beside you there is Dire Crowley, the illustrious headmaster of this elite school. He’s meant to be helping me find a way to get back to our world.”
Kim Soleum chances a look at the useless sack of feathers, doing his best to keep his face neutral.
‘Student-ssi, is it really okay for you to share your disrespect for that guy so blatantly like this??’
The demon preens, having heard its name and likely assuming from the student’s tone that his words are complimentary.
Well, he’s not going to risk his skin by breaking the illusion.
Kim Soleum puts an impressed smile on his face as he asks, “And how long have you been here?”
“I arrived at this school’s entrance ceremony on August 30th.” The student says, still sounding as though he’s speaking nothing but praise. “The date today is December 2nd.”
What the fuck.
He can feel his jaw twitch as he fights to keep smiling and nodding, to keep his tone light and respectful. “I see. It must be tough.”
“I like to think I’ve adapted, somewhat, thanks to some friends.” The boy says modestly. “In any case, the building behind us is Ramshackle Dorm. I’ve been living here since I don’t qualify for any of the official dorms, so that’s probably why Crowley decided you should take up residence here too, until we can find a way home.”
The student gestures to the building. “Unfortunately, we can’t stay here at the moment, because technically the school doesn’t own this building right now.”
What?
How can a building be on school grounds and somehow be independent of it?
“Well, to be more accurate, this dorm is being held as collateral.” The student explains, folding his arms. “Seonsaengnim, have you seen all the students with anemones on their heads? The frilly purple growths?”
“Yes, I have.” He nods, considering this new information. “They’re sea anemones? How do they survive out of water? What causes their growth?”
“They’re signs of the person’s enslavement for violating a magic contract—all the guys who have them made a deal to ace final exams but since too many contracted and succeeded for everyone to make it into the top fifty, those who didn’t are now forced to obey Dorm Head Azul Ash—”
“監督生!” The crow-demon (Dire Crowley, the headmaster) yells, barging between them and nearly sending him to the ground. “さあ、新しい先生に私たちの学校に対して悪い印象を与えてしまうようなことは、やめておきましょうね？”
Kim Soleum has no idea what that means. But with the way the student stiffens again, jaw clenching…
‘The child is being threatened. This demon doesn’t want me to learn anything about this situation, either because he doesn’t want to risk looking bad, or...’
“Ah, don’t worry about explaining further if it’s going to be troublesome for you.” He says, stepping around the demon and smiling at the student. “I think I understand the gist of it—this must affect a significant portion of the students if this guy is depending on you to help him fix it.”
The student bows respectfully to him, tone once again carefully modulated to ‘polite regret’ despite his words. “Yes—so that Headmaster Crowley doesn’t become too busy to cut off my food stipend, he’s gracious enough to rely solely on this Prefect to tackle the issue for him. Isn’t he kind?”
He nods to the crow-demon with a wide smile and says in a voice filled with awed excitement. “What a piece of shit.”
The Prefect’s face spasms against a laugh.
The crow-demon nods, mollified, and tells him. “まあ、君の謝罪のおかげで、ひとまずは丸く収まったようだね。私がこれほど寛大だからこそ、今回の過ちは大目に見てやることにしよう。”
The boy straightens after swallowing his laughter, facing the demon. “校長先生、ご厚意ありがとうございます。一つ提案してもよろしいでしょうか?”
“どうぞ。” The crow-demon waves imperiously in response to their question.
He doesn’t know what the student’s asking, but let’s take stock of the situation while they talk.
This Prefect seems to be a high school student from Japan who, if his words are to be believed, has been stuck surviving in this Darkness for at least four months. He’s fluent in Korean, and seems to have a pragmatic mindset—his explanations were clear and concise, giving as much information as needed to understand a situation without getting too bogged down in details. This could be something he’s been forced to develop, if the adults in this Darkness decided to make him earn his keep by “helping out” and he’s grown used to his situation, but it could also just be his personality.
There is the possibility that he’s a trap created by this Darkness—the trope of a friendly-seeming ghost who can understand you and claims they want to help, only to feed you misinformation and turn on you before you can escape. It is odd for him to be so skilled in speaking Korean at his age, especially with the formal, business-like language he uses. Someone who learned Korean from a relative or from living in the country for a while would speak more naturally than this.
At the same time, he does seem genuinely wary of the crow-demon headmaster, and shackled to his whims. If he is a ghost, then it could be wise to play on that to generate sympathy, alleviate the conditions bothering him, and convince the ghost to lead him to the real exit since he has no way of researching which Darkness this is. And if he is a human…
Kim Soleum may be a coward, but even he’s not craven enough to abandon a fellow survivor to a ghost story without at least trying to save them, let alone a child.
The Prefect turns back to him. “Seonsaengnim, Crowley’s agreed to let you stay in the school infirmary for the time being. The beds there are comfortable and the staff are kind and unobtrusive, so it shouldn’t be an unpleasant experience. By sunset tomorrow, I should have the dorm situation sorted out, so I must ask for your patience until then.”
He blinks. “Ah, thank you for your consideration. But, can I ask, why sunset?”
‘No matter how you look at it, that’s an oddly specific deadline…’
The Prefect gives a wry smile. “Because by then, I’ll either be free from the magic contract I signed to save everyone else, or I’ll be enslaved too.”
!
“Ah, please don’t worry, Seonsaengnim.” The student tries to reassure him with a serious expression. “Even if the plan I have doesn’t work, I’ll do my best to negotiate with that guy so you have a place to stay, I swear.”
No, he’s more concerned with the fact that you could lose your freedom over this than having somewhere to sleep!
‘Isn’t this guy a minor as well? Hey, crow-demon-headmaster, what exactly are you pushing your students into?!’
“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Kim Soleum asks. “From what I could gleam from the Headmaster, I’m apparently meant go take on a teacher’s role while I’m here, so you can rely on me if you need.”
“Ah, no, I can’t trouble you like that, Seonsaengnim.” The student shakes his head, hands raised. “You just arrived here, I can’t push my problems onto your plate. I still have some pride left, after all.”
‘Is it really pride, or distrust…? Is he trying to hide something from me?’
He glances at the crow-demon-headmaster, who is smiling expectantly at him.
‘Then again, if this guy was the only person who I could rely on while trapped for four months, I wouldn’t have any faith in adults either…’
Better not to push, if he wants to preserve the goodwill he’s accrued. It doesn’t sound like anything’s happening until tomorrow, so let’s fall back for now.
“…all right, if you’re sure.” Kim Soleum peers at the boy. “But please, let me know if there’s anything I can do to help if you need. As strangers in this world, we both need to look out for each other, right?”
The Prefect blinks at him, then his mouth hardens in determination. “R-right! Ah, on that note, Seonsaengnim, please be careful of any magic attacks aimed at you. The people of this world seem to have some kind of innate resistance which means they won’t get hurt too badly, but since we don’t…the consequences for us are much more severe.”
‘Why is that knowledge you feel the need to impart?? Wait, how often do people get attacked in this place for you to have this experience??’
The boy tugs up both of his trouser legs to show off his bloodstained socks. Was he forced to endure some kind of lacerations to his feet? But his shoes appear intact, so how…?
“えっ？” The crow-demon peers down in a state of apparent shock. “なんだこれ？ どうしてこんな怪我を?”
“僕たちが調査をしている最中に、アシェングロット先輩が罠を仕掛けた契約書を置きっぱなしにしていたんです。それで感電してしまって。” The Prefect deadpans. Then, considerately, he translates. “Ashengrotto-seonbae left a trap out for me and my friends while we were investigating today. I’ve never been electrocuted before, but I wouldn’t recommend the experience.”
Electrocuted?!
“はぁっ!?”
“In any case, please excuse me, Seonsaengnim. I need to consult some of my upperclassmen before tomorrow. I leave you in the Headmaster’s capable hands.” The Prefect bows to them both. “校長先生、先生のことは、その確かな手腕にお任せいたします。私はこれから、アシェングロットへの対処について先輩と話し合いに向かいます。それでは、どうぞ良い夜を。”
And before either of them can get a word out, the boy turns and all but sprints down the path back to the school.
“待て、監督生！ 戻ってこい！ 監督生!!” The crow-demon headmaster calls after him. When the student fails to materialize, he pinches the bridge of his mask and mutters, “やれやれ、あのガキのせいで、ストレスで羽が抜けちまいそうだ。”
Kim Soleum still has no clue what he’s saying, and doesn’t like the idea that he might sympathize with this guy’s sentiments if he did.
The headmaster straightens and turns to him with a clap of his hands. “さあ、異邦人さん。こうなっては仕方ありません。ひとまず医務室までお送りしましょう。今夜はカマック先生が、しっかりと看てくださいますから。”
With no other options, Kim Soleum dutifully follows the demon back down the path they came from.
As promised, the infirmary beds are comfortable.
But he would’ve appreciated knowing that, aside from one large, jovial man who keeps trying to offer him suspect pastries, the rest of the staff are ghosts straight out of a western horror story!!
Why are ghosts even staffing a school’s infirmary?? Please tell him they aren’t former patients who died here!
They may leave him alone because he feigned being tired and turning in early, but how is Kim Soleum meant to get any rest with them floating overhead and appearing through walls the entire night?!?
‘It’s impossible! This is the nightmare scenario for a coward like me!!’
Someone save him from this insane unidentifiable Darkness already!!!
Hello, hello! It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. You must be the Prefect of Night Raven College, yes?
Please allow me to introduce myself; I am Noy, one of the stylists employed by Luxe, the top fashion house in Maquillaville. My associates and I will be dressing and styling you to accompany Mr. Vil Schoenheit on the Tapis Rouge tomorrow.
Mr. Schoenheit mentioned that we may need to take some extra measurements before finalizing your fitting. I understand that your transfer to Night Raven College was a bit last minute? And so the uniform measurements he procured may not be entirely accurate to your true sizes.
“I could say that”? Hm…these are rather baggy on you, aren’t they? And so wrinkled…I suppose at school you can excuse it by claiming it’s retro, inspired by what was fashionable thirty years ago…
But we are Luxe. And we do not do excuses. So, let’s get your measurements to ensure your Luxe couture fits you properly, hm?
Linda, Beaumont, could you get the tape measures please? Thank you.
We’re going to get a bit closer to you now, is that all right? Thank you, please let us know if you are displeased or uncomfortable with anything, or if you would like to take a break at all. Now, could you stand up straight for us please, and hold your arms out at your sides? Thank you very much.
Let’s see here…shoulder to wrist on the left is…while shoulder to wrist on the right…could I ask you to slouch a bit for us? Nothing exaggerated, just your normal standing posture, whatever’s comfortable…thank you, that’s excellent…so now this…perfect…is it all right if Linda takes your inseam measurements? Or would you be more at ease if Beaumont took them? …Marvelous, thank you.
May I ask that you please don’t suck in your gut? We’d like to ensure that the garment fits and flatters your figure no matter what you’re doing…eh?
You, you aren’t?…Huh. You really aren’t, are you…ah, my apologies, I’ll just take your waist measurements then. And now Beaumont will measure your wrists…
…Forgive my prying, but you wouldn’t happen to be dieting, would you? No? Hm… Would you be comfortable if Linda took this circumference…? Thank you very much.
Which dorm are you in at Night Raven College, may I ask? …R-Ramshackle Dorm…? Forgive my ignorance, but which one is that? An auxiliary dorm, huh…
Well, that just goes to show what a great school Night Raven College is, to even have auxiliary dorms like that! Please, turn this way for a moment, and…
Thank you for your patience. You did beautifully—if half of our clientele stood as still as you while we were measuring them, our jobs would be much simpler.
Now, we do have a clothing screen just there—if you would feel comfortable changing behind there, we have the Luxe couture you’ll be wearing on the Tapis Rouge. If you need any help putting anything on, please let us know, okay? If you’d like us to wait outside the dressing room curtain, that’s perfectly fine as well.
All finished? Excellent, feel free to come out here…yes, as Mr. Schoenheit thought, it’s all too big, isn’t it?
However, I can cast a little magic to remedy that. Are you all right with me using a spell on you? I promise it will only affect the clothes, not you.
Thank you for your permission. I’ll stop at any time if you tell me to, okay?
Fortune in the future
Means industry in the now
To save nine, let’s make it,
Stitch in Time
There! How does that feel? Is there anywhere that’s too tight? Anything not fitting comfortably?
Hehe, you’re impressed? My Unique Magic, Stitch In Time, allows me to alter the sizes and stitching of any fabric I touch to exactly fit its wearer. I do need to know the wearer’s measurements, and the fabric needs to already be in the shape of the desired garment, but it’s very helpful for any adjustments that our clients may desire.
Hm? …why, Prefect, whatever are you thanking me for? This is just my…
For asking before using my magic?
O-oh. Oh well, that’s no trouble at all, I assure you. It’s just. Just common courtesy…
Ahem, w-well, why don’t we move on to your hair and makeup? Please, come and have a seat here and we can get started.
Hmm…your bangs are quite long—would you be at all opposed if we…? You don’t want them cut, I see. Still, if we used some pins to pull your hair away from your face, would that be something you’re okay with? You don’t mind? Marvelous, marvelous.
We’re just going to comb them and the rest of your hair out before we do so…Do you mind if I spritz it lightly with some water to help with styling? No? All right, I’ll just shield your face and…there we go. I’ll start at the ends and work my way up to the root…gently now…that’s the way…
Have you ever visited the Shaftlands before? Ah, you’ve been to Noble Bell College in Fleur City, I see! I’ve heard that the pastries there are almost good enough to rival the pâtissières here in Maquillaville. And the flowers…are they as beautiful as people say?
Oh? You weren’t a big fan? Well, to each their own I suppose. The Great Seven know that hay fever there must be terrible.
All right, I’m just going to set down the comb and slide this pin in here. And another one…here. Smooth this section out…slide that one in there…last but not least…and how is that feeling? Nothing feels too tight or too loose? The last thing we’d want is for you to get a traction headache on the Tapis Rouge…no? Everything feels comfortable? Marvelous, marvelous.
You do have lovely bone structure. Lots of freckles as well…we can go with a lighter foundation which can color-correct without getting rid of your freckles entirely for a more youthful look, or we can go with a heavier one to cover them up entirely. Which would you prefer?
Excellent. I’m just going to clean your face with this micellar water, to remove any makeup or dust that may be there before hand.
Oh…if you’ll forgive my saying so, Prefect, I must admit I’m surprised by the quality of your makeup…this texture…close your eyes for me please? Thank you…this texture usually speaks to quite…affordable products, tilt your head to the left please, which don’t usually prioritize skin maintenance or smoothness of application. Okay, that’s the removal done, so if you could lift your face slightly please for the moisturizer…lovely, thank you…I’m honestly impressed, with how smoothly you’d blended it, I’d believed you were wearing products of a much higher caliber…eh? Your…stipend…means you need to make do…? I see…well, if it’s not beyond my station, I’d say that you’ve more than ‘make do’, you’ve adapted marvelously…down a bit...Please, don’t thank me Prefect. I don’t deserve such praise for merely speaking the truth.
Okay, now we’re going to use these sponges to apply your primer and your foundation. Please feel free to watch my movements in the mirror to help you recreate this for tomorrow morning…though, as your group will be returning here to collect Mr. Schoenheit’s final accessory before heading onto the Tapis Rogue, we’ll be happy to fix anything up if you would like us to!
Just spreading it evenly here…chin up for me please…there we go. And now for your foundation…starting from your nose and working outwards over your cheeks…sweeping down around the mouth to the chin…and blossoming like a flower over your forehead…wonderful.
Hmm…there do seem to be some darker circles under your eyes here, even through the foundation. Let me grab the concealer, and we can dab a small amount juuust here…there we are. Please ignore this question if it makes you uncomfortable, Prefect, but have you been having any trouble sleeping recently? …Nightmares? Ah, I see. It’s understandable, I also found high school very stressful while I was going. For me personally, I found drinking a valerian and camomille tea blend and having a warm bath before bed did wonders for reducing the number of nightmares I had during school, though I’ve also heard that light exercise like yoga or walking can have the same effect…
Eh? Y-you’ll try it if you can find a bath in your dorm that is functional? But you’re at Night Raven College, why…? Ah, pl-please forgive my rudeness! I’m rambling far too much, please, allow me to apply the setting powder with this brush and then we will move on to your contouring. I’ll gently dust it onto your face here…close your eyes for me quickly…perfect. You can open your eyes again, if you would like. Now, we are going to use some highlight and bronzing to accentuate your cheekbones and your jawline here, giving a bit of emphasis to their lovely shape without over-exaggerating. Please feel free to watch my movements again, and if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask. Let’s see…a dab here…sweep across there…perfect…all right, let’s switch to the other now…down the sides…chin up slightly…and we’ll just blend…lovely.
All right, we’ll move on to your eye makeup now. We will be using this palette here to create a gradient look, using the lighter cream and beige tones to highlight the inner eye, then deepening until we reach the mocha and umber shades at the other end here. We’ll be accentuating this with dark brown winged eyeliner and matching mascara—it’s a cool enough tone that it won’t bring out any redness in your eyes or face, but as it’s warmer shade than true black it will enhance the eyeshadow and help bring focus to your eyes and their lovely color.
Just close them for me now…perfect…let me know if I’m causing you any discomfort during this, okay? Wonderful.
…and the last bit here, marvelous. If you could open your eyes for me please? Ah, you’re looking up already, thank you. Just hold still for me here…that’s one…and that’s the other. The mascara…and done! You look stunning, Prefect.
Now, if it’s all right, there is one final aspect of your look which we would love to ask you about. There has been some discussion among the staff as to whether to finish off this look with a hat or not. This is purely optional, of course, and if you decide you are happy with how you are now, you’re more than welcome to rejoin your friends in the main area of the store.
You’d be interested to see it? Fantastic, Beaumont and Linda will bring it right out. Naturally, we do want to keep the “mysterious” vibe that Mr. Schoenheit outlined in his profile of you…eh? Yes, he submitted profiles for you and each of your school friends. This is what the design team has been using to create your Luxe couture—were you not aware?
Well, it’s the basis behind the design of your outfit;
The club collar of your shirt is designed so that it will not deform or wrinkle with the strap of the ghost camera around your neck, and the shirt’s rich burgundy color complements the browns and golds of the camera itself. The cream silk tie does so as well, with the tie pin ensuring that it won’t jostle or shift unflatteringly as you handle your camera on the Tapis Rouge.
The asymmetry of the fawn wrap coat lends you an air of enigma, while remaining practical with the form-fitting sleeves, a flared mid-thigh hem, and fitted belt cinching it shut the waist. Of course, the emeralds and pearls on the belt and the amethysts in each cufflink, at the lapels, and on your tie pin catch the eye with their sparkle, remaining subtle enough to be classy while still leaving the viewer wanting to know more. (The amethysts also somewhat match Grim-sama’s magic gem, heehee!) The trousers are 3/4 length and slim to allow for ease of movement and invoke a youthful, on-the-go image, especially when paired with the pop of hunter green socks against dark riding boots.
Yes, this look was designed to encapsulate, as Mr. Schoenheit wrote, “a neurotic busybody of a spudling whose actions defy comprehension”…erk!!
I, I meant to say, a conscientious freshman with an air of mystique. Y-yes, that’s what’s written here!
…please don’t tell.
Eh? You’re used to it, so don’t worry about it?
…
…you’re far too kind, Prefect.
Ah, Linda and Beaumont, thank you. As-as I was saying, to bring the look together, we were thinking of finishing it with this hat here. It’s a slightly modified version of a bycocket, a hat which was extremely fashionable in the Beautiful Queen’s time.
While it’s not confirmed whether the Queen’s Huntsman actually wore this particular style of hat, it was quite renowned among hunters and archers alike of the period. A curved brim in the back and sides to provide sun protection to the neck and ears, while in the front it comes to an extended thin point as you can see here. (Though ours isn’t as dramatic as some of the points you can see on historical versions of this hat!) Perfect for keeping the sun out of any hunter’s eyes as they fix their sights on a target.
Hm? Did I say something funny, Prefect? Oh, you have an upperclassman in Mr. Schoenheit’s dorm who enjoys hunting? M-my, you’ll have to tell him about this, I’m sure an associate of Mr. Schoenheit’s will appreciate the history of something like this! Though, even if you aren’t a hunter, this brim will at least shield your eyes while not casting any out-of-place shadows onto your camera lens. The fawn color will match with your wrap coat and trousers, while the burgundy band pairs neatly with your shirt. And, small enough to not be too noticeable here, on the left side of the band— a little hunter green feather.
Would you like to try it on?
Marvelous, here we go…oh. Oh. Oh that, that looks fantastic on you, Prefect! Simply stunning, the way it accentuates your jawline and makes your eyes pop even more! And how well it enhances the outfit…please, please take a look, what do you think?
You like it? I’m so glad! Your sense of taste is exceptional, it’s almost as though this hat was made for you!
Well, with that, we can officially declare your look complete! In this bag here are some smaller containers of the makeup and skincare products we used for you today, plus brushes—you’ll be able to apply this yourself at your hotel, but again, if you have trouble with anything we’re more than happy to touch up anything and everything tomorrow. Your friends should be finished as well, so they’ll just be in the main body of the store through here.
Thank you so much again for your patience, Prefect, and please enjoy your Luxe Couture on the Tapis Rogue!
When I was a kid, a cactus stabbed me in the head during a field trip. Because I lived in the states at that point, the nearest ER refused to treat me without insurance paperwork so my teacher and I ended up just sitting in the waiting room until the bleeding stopped
It is a radioactive cactus, perhaps engineered by some very mysterious relative of yours prior to their untimely death in an absolutely wild coincidence.
You now have all the abilities of a cactus. You are very water efficient and can stab people who come too close with just your skin!
Also, every so often, you burst into very beautiful flowers. That part is not really a power but it is both pretty and inconvenient.
