That uh… should be all? Though I rotate teams frequently
Edit: Nozel would be here sometimes. He uses the italized standard text.
Edit 2.0: Ya know what? Screw it. Sis, King, Collie, and Fuegoleon have somehow gotten access in this blog.
//Rules ‘neath the cut
Yea it’s me again with the promised Side Three Blog.
One thing I’d like to clear up. Kieran is 19 and Marx is 20.
So yes, they’re a thing. Feel free to bug Kiki about it.
Same rules as always from any of my blogs, no NSFW, keep it decent.
Tags:
#fickle beam - Kieran
#spacial rend - Iridescent/Palkia
#jester ball drop - Marx
#to meet that flower - Taranza
#wings of destruction - Spectra/Yveltal
#rainbow feathers!!! - Carmine
#ivy cudgel 🍃!! - Somnium/Ogerpon
#v~create! - Victoria/Victini
#silver eagle’s takeover - Nozel
#victory’s takeover - Fuegoleon
Arcs:
#interlude: trapped across realms - the interlude between King’s Tide and Thanks to Them (complete)
#arc: the vermillion watcher - The hunt for Mereo and as of now, Fire Vermillions’ shenanigans (ongoing)
#arc: an unraveling tale of lies and misunderstandings of 500 years - Elf Arc (+Boiling Isles’ secrets) (ongoing)
#arc: a titan’s fear - King’s conflicted thoughts about the longevity of his life, which would lead him to outlive every single person he knew, save for a few. (Complete)
#Arc: Silver Retribution - Spade Arc, mostly focused on Edalyn Clawthorne, Noelle Silva, Nozel Silva and Marx’s (inevitable) face off against Vanica and Megicula (active arc)
The voice chuckles, as the person speaking introduces himself.
“It appears so. I am Lumiere Silvamillion Clover, the first Wizard King and the creator of this blade.”
Then a pause. Lumiere chuckles nervously.
“Er- at least a shard of what was once Elsdocia. This is one of many shards, but you are aware of that.” Then the prince’s voice shifted to something serious. “Now… about this Heart. Kieran of the Silver Eagles has told us of what transpired from his viewpoint, but many of the others, including myself, want to know more. Care to indulge us?”
[While the cage is now in complete control of themself, particularly after this “Heart” realizes that it will be stuck in their body for a long while, the shard they hold nonetheless hears its voice for the first time, with nothing but profuse apologies from what sounds like yet another teenager.]
Heh. That’s Heart. And uh…we are currently sharing a body. Because of that…wretched other soul. If there’s one that needs to be gotten rid of it’s that one…
(Kris visibly relaxes.)
Look. Kieran’s planning something REALLY bullheaded, and that thorn is helping him along. Sea sent you to me to try and show that Heart’s not the threat.
Alright, so, apparently Kieran made some sort of pact with the people who made the sword, I think…and…I dunno, Sea sent this shard to me so I can prove that you’re not a threat? Because if a few of the ones in the sword change their mind…it could start a chain reaction. Sorry if I didn’t…explain it too well.
“I am the only one here who made this blade.” Lumiere clarifies. “Edward and some others quite honestly gave you the benefit of the doubt. I’m not sure what to think, now that we’re meeting.”
“As for the agreement… it’s in line with our duty as Wizard Kings. Or was.”
“No unnecessary harm will come to the Clover Kingdom, its citizens , and anyone else uninvolved in the process of eliminating that thing. He swore on his pride as the Vice Captain of the Silver Eagles.”
“... Unnecessary harm... wait. Crap! I nearly forgot! Before I arrived, I was trying to warn Kieran about that thorn! Oh no no no no no, you think we can still tell him what’s going on?”
“Even the soul fragment of him here doesn’t know what’s goung on with his main soul. But he’s saying sorry repeatedly, and something about being so gullible..”
“Considering it’s placement… I doubt we have any good ideas.”
“F̶͖̿Ú̴͉C̷̟̑K̶̢͋!̷̟̕ That bastard’s already taken over him!”
[One more, its voice distorts, clearly panicked about the boy’s well-being but knowing it cannot do anything to intervene, not yet at least.]
“Ok ok, I propose that we try to burn these things. This town’s Camphrier, right? One of these old buildings has got to have a hearth, maybe even this hotel does?”
...not quite. As far as I know, it's still masquerading as a benefactor. Meaning there's still time before the roots grow....like they almost did to...
(Kris sighs. They still can't bring themselves to say HER name. Not after they were forced to hurt her the way they did.)
Point is, there's still a chance. So...I'll go ask if there's a hearth.
A familiar voice, yet younger and more calmer than Kris (or Heart) ever heard before spoke.
“Ya know, he practically threw all rationality unconsciously into me. In here. With Lumiere and the others.”
“A-ah! I thought you-“
“Sorry, but I’m done contemplating.” The voice remained resolute. “I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt, since there’s no way they knew that information.”
[Under any other circumstance, getting one’s innocence cleared would have been a relief to the accused, and yet, this statement is met with silence from the previously guilty party. It is not like it has not seen the screenshots of those Tumblr messages either. If anything, viewing them made it suspicious of the anonymous user just as it had everyone else aside from the young captain, something which the past Wizard Kings and the new soul fragment find out and take note of thanks to the shard’s memory transfer properties. But this only serves to bring up the question: why has it become quiet?]
[But before the little soul can mutter up another word, its prison has already arrived at the front desk to ask whether there is a hearth or not. Sadly, there is not one in the building, at least not since the lobby walls had undergone renovations several months ago. However, to the group’s luck, one of the hotel’s chefs happened to be passing by, a Pansear on his shoulder, a Pokemon known to like helping people. Under the condition that the thorns are burned outside, the elemental monkey wastes no time using Ember, proud of herself at first only to notice that these bizarre barbs are taking a while to disintegrate.]
“Paprika, ça va?”
[The fiery primate then turns towards her master, looking startled and pointing to the thorns she just burned with her mitten-like paws. Confused, the chef looks over to see whatever is the matter, only to find what looks like a melting puddle of something akin to red-colored goop, and underneath it all appears to be strange devices. They look either like syringes or screws, although it is rather hard to tell given their small size and even if they were not, the flames have already embraced these miniature machines as kindling material.]
“Excusez-moi, if it is not a bother, may I ask where you have found these tiny things that have frightened my dear Flamajou?”
[Of course, this staff member does not want to intrude on the kid's life too much, ensuring to remain polite as do the Camphrier’s residents. Though it makes sense that a bit of anxiety would still linger in the crisp, night air given recent events in the region. Meanwhile, the kid in question is just as alarmed as everyone else, with the heart they hold inside being horrified by this new development, its voice once again chiming in.]
[And as if there was not enough developments and distress the group had to deal with tonight already, it refused to keep its trap shut for at least another day longer regarding the mess it got itself into, almost as if finally accepting that being all alone is going be an inevitability, both due to the eventual fate of these blogs and having to deal with the consequences of its past actions.]
“... Some of the stuff that anonymous user has been saying about me is... true.”
[It takes a minute for the wayward soul to compose itself to tell much of its long tale at long last, knowing full well that it will not garner sympathy by the time that it is finished, and as its cage starts heading back to their room, the shard still held tightly in their hand, this is what it had to say.]
“During the beginning of my third life, I had found someone who was severely injured in the middle of Viridian Forest, and not knowing his reasoning for not going to the hospital at the time I... “saved” right there and then, hoping to come back with a healing item from another world. The other time I had tried to... turn back the clock was when three girls were in danger from that Pokemon world’s version of Lysandre, one of them being minutes away from being... being... r-regardless, neither of these attempts were successful, I swear! I was s-stopped by some degree or another by those... “higher-level beings” that this anon is l-likely referring to before things ever got to that point.”
....you SAVED and LOADED? ...well at least it wasn't for any unsavory reasons....what was it that wasn't successful, Lysandre's attempt at wiping the slate clean? Or something else?
"Well, neither "loads" during these two instances were successful since that's what I was prevented from doing in the first place. So... if we're talking about Lysandre in particular, things... went to shit. One of the girls was powered by that Pokemon world's Xerneas, and this combined with the Legend evading their capture has likely put his plans on hold for now, however... not e-everyone made it out... a-another girl... she was... was..."
"To be honest, I had gotten desperate to the point that had this been kept under wraps for any longer, it’s possible I could’ve done something even more drastic. However... the consequences of my past time altering attempts caught up with me before I could’ve done anything more, and it wasn’t the 'higher beings' who were mad at me. In reality, they didn’t really care that much about what I was doing like I thought they'd be and at worst they were annoyed. No... this and other reasons that were on me was when folks who were previously doing their damnedest to help me decided it was better to cut ties.
I really didn’t help my case either, all I had done was dig my grave, and on top of that... I also got banished to the void for several months as another repercussion, the decision of a Dialga and Palkia that... literally left me in broken pieces. It took me a long while to finally realize the gravity of what I was doing and why people were suddenly turning against me. While I have my own suspicions about my perpetrator, enough to suspect that they aren’t the good guy here... that doesn’t change the fact that a lot of this was still my own undoing.
... I won't fault anyone here if you decide that it's better to end things between us, or if... it's decided that I should receive judgement for my sins.”
.......you already served your penance, in my opinion. Being forced to fight us against your will, your power actually being abused against your will...I think, if you can remember any of it...it's a good lesson. And, y'know...I think I still owe you for saving me from the Knight. ...okay this is gonna be weird but wholesome in practice but I'ma hug myself and imagine I'm hugging you and Kieran's soul fragment.
[... What? Does this so-called judge not understand the severity of what it has done? Does he not realize that it has not learned a thing and will only regress? Stricter action must be taken, even a death penalty should have been on the table, will anyone wake up to that fact? Not to mention no one has asked about the rest of that... anonymous tipster's claims.]
"Well, if none of you mind, I could explain the rest to you all now. Although... it does seem like it's gotten pretty late."
[And ideally by the time this thing does "explain itself," the others would have grown smart to not fall for its ploy. Perhaps resting up for the night would also help clear their heads and make them realize that they are making a grave mistake siding with the anomaly.]
“... In that case, I might as well start with the stuff that’s the ‘most true. Kinda already confirmed this, but I can communicate with those ‘higher-level beings.’ B-But if I do ask for intel though, it’s not for reasons such as digging up a bunch of someone’s personal trauma, and I swear that I didn’t recognize what was on those screenshots! I’ll get to those soon though... as for the other thing which comes to mind, that being the ‘airport incident,’ that did in fact h-happen. I was in the middle of a Discord call with a few of those folks who used to be my friends while traveling to s-see another who was hospitalized. However, in the middle of that... one of them brought up something very personal about myself that I had never told anyone a-and that caused me to have a panic attack.”
[Based on the shard’s memory-transfer properties, so far it has been... entirely truthful, for now at least. But that really will not matter in the grand scheme of things, and it may need to be further questioned about what it has just said.]
“I’m going to get to those screenshots in a bit, though there is more that I’ll need to unpack, especially since I think I know where they might’ve come from... oh yeah! You can always take a peek inside my head in c-case, you know, you wanted to check whether I’m lying or not. The shard Kris is holding can d-do that, right? As for the ‘airport incident,’ some bits and pieces of the airport began unraveling around m-me, and it took me a while to sneak back in to fix the damage... u-unless you’re asking about what exactly was said to trigger the panic attack i-in the first place?”
[Once more it is telling the truth, but once more it must be emphasized that this will not matter in the long run.]
WARNING FOR EVERYONE ELSE VIEWING THESE RECORDED CONVERSATIONS, HEAVILY IMPLIED EXTREME META-HORROR, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
“Well, as a couple of examples that come to mind... one time I talked to a couple o-of them because someone who I was starting to form a friendship with was acting strange, to which I found out he was being possessed b-by a deity who wanted to frame him before he... disappeared online. I still don’t k-know about his whereabouts to this day. Another time, I found out via the usual chaos of that Discord server t-that someone who I thought was a friend might’ve been... doing some... not-so-nice things to Pokemon. One of these beings then confirmed this to be true w-when I asked... I feel stupid giving that girl a blanket... oh right! And I guess the most recent time I’d made any sort of contact was to make sure, umm... none of u-us accidently killed Ralsei?”
[The suspicious soul’s first instance comes with hints of sadness in its voice, hints that while it is beginning to recover from the loss of a “friend,” its grief still lingers. It sounds more ashamed when speaking about its second example, as if it blames its naivety on itself, and it certainly seems like whatever was done to those Pokemon is not something anyone would even want to find out given its wording. And by the time it has confirmed that it has already made contact with one of you in particular, it becomes fidgety and nervous, knowing you may be reading their words. Perhaps having it become too attached to people should be another concern, since for all anyone knows, this lonely spider wants them to stay with it forever, especially with all the desperate lengths it has been willing to go. But before it continues with its interrogation, it decides to ask a question it should have been considering a long time ago.]
“Yes, there's more. I figured that I wouldn‘t be able to cover everything tonight, though unless you have additional questions, I covered all the stuff that’s true or was my fault. Everything else that user has said is either a straight-up lie, has crucial context that’s being left out, or are things that I originally thought were caused my me, but I now suspect were events caused by them instead. And since you keep asking about those screenshots they sent, I might as well cut to the chase on what I believe is going on... the real culprit who asked for that private information is actually them, and it's also possible they got permission to take said screenshots and weaponize them.”
[Taking in a breath and letting out a sigh, it too begins to feel tired, not out of sleepiness, but rather being weighed down by the stress its perpetrator’s sudden appearance on this site has caused and only now getting some of its past off its metaphorical chest. The void-dwelling doctor’s presence would not have helped matters either, though at this rate it has become too exhausted to ask its warden to hang up the phone. It has even forgotten that six more individuals are here and listening, still under the binding magic of the anonymous account, and a couple of those lost human children attempt to hide as the broken being continues to speak.]
“Oh, right... one more thing. My... species... most of you might’ve already put two-and-two together, but... I’m what you may know as a ‘beldam.’ I don’t think I always was one, although... my humanity is something I lost a long time ago.”
[Its humanity? That word in particular catches the cage’s attention, because as far as they were aware until this moment, they have come across a nicer version of the angel that both towns of light and dark worship. And yet, here is that very god talking as if it had a life, just like many other Fallers before they fell into this land.]
(Kris was struggling to hide their displeasure at the fact that the justification for their now long-gone hatred was nothing more than regurgitated information stripped of context. It made them feel even more like shit than before...)
...well...I think that's about as many answers as we'll be getting...because I'm gonna sleep...
"I'll explain the rest of what they said and answer further questions tomorrow... oh! And maybe we should get to telling Kirby, Fuegoleon, and the others what I've just told you too, after everyone's well-rested and all. Come to think of it... I wonder why I've been able to stick around instead of being pulled back into the void like I thought I'd be at some point."
[That is something it will need to ask for another day. Although, it should be mentioned that the reason it was even allowed to stay around long enough to beat the Roaring Knight during Ralsei's rescue mission was to fall into a trap after the fact, one that had left it corrupted and killed due to factors it has not accounted for nor has it wanted to acknowledge the possibility of.]
The voice chuckles, as the person speaking introduces himself.
“It appears so. I am Lumiere Silvamillion Clover, the first Wizard King and the creator of this blade.”
Then a pause. Lumiere chuckles nervously.
“Er- at least a shard of what was once Elsdocia. This is one of many shards, but you are aware of that.” Then the prince’s voice shifted to something serious. “Now… about this Heart. Kieran of the Silver Eagles has told us of what transpired from his viewpoint, but many of the others, including myself, want to know more. Care to indulge us?”
[While the cage is now in complete control of themself, particularly after this “Heart” realizes that it will be stuck in their body for a long while, the shard they hold nonetheless hears its voice for the first time, with nothing but profuse apologies from what sounds like yet another teenager.]
Heh. That’s Heart. And uh…we are currently sharing a body. Because of that…wretched other soul. If there’s one that needs to be gotten rid of it’s that one…
(Kris visibly relaxes.)
Look. Kieran’s planning something REALLY bullheaded, and that thorn is helping him along. Sea sent you to me to try and show that Heart’s not the threat.
Alright, so, apparently Kieran made some sort of pact with the people who made the sword, I think…and…I dunno, Sea sent this shard to me so I can prove that you’re not a threat? Because if a few of the ones in the sword change their mind…it could start a chain reaction. Sorry if I didn’t…explain it too well.
“I am the only one here who made this blade.” Lumiere clarifies. “Edward and some others quite honestly gave you the benefit of the doubt. I’m not sure what to think, now that we’re meeting.”
“As for the agreement… it’s in line with our duty as Wizard Kings. Or was.”
“No unnecessary harm will come to the Clover Kingdom, its citizens , and anyone else uninvolved in the process of eliminating that thing. He swore on his pride as the Vice Captain of the Silver Eagles.”
“... Unnecessary harm... wait. Crap! I nearly forgot! Before I arrived, I was trying to warn Kieran about that thorn! Oh no no no no no, you think we can still tell him what’s going on?”
“Even the soul fragment of him here doesn’t know what’s goung on with his main soul. But he’s saying sorry repeatedly, and something about being so gullible..”
“Considering it’s placement… I doubt we have any good ideas.”
“F̶͖̿Ú̴͉C̷̟̑K̶̢͋!̷̟̕ That bastard’s already taken over him!”
[One more, its voice distorts, clearly panicked about the boy’s well-being but knowing it cannot do anything to intervene, not yet at least.]
“Ok ok, I propose that we try to burn these things. This town’s Camphrier, right? One of these old buildings has got to have a hearth, maybe even this hotel does?”
...not quite. As far as I know, it's still masquerading as a benefactor. Meaning there's still time before the roots grow....like they almost did to...
(Kris sighs. They still can't bring themselves to say HER name. Not after they were forced to hurt her the way they did.)
Point is, there's still a chance. So...I'll go ask if there's a hearth.
A familiar voice, yet younger and more calmer than Kris (or Heart) ever heard before spoke.
“Ya know, he practically threw all rationality unconsciously into me. In here. With Lumiere and the others.”
“A-ah! I thought you-“
“Sorry, but I’m done contemplating.” The voice remained resolute. “I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt, since there’s no way they knew that information.”
[Under any other circumstance, getting one’s innocence cleared would have been a relief to the accused, and yet, this statement is met with silence from the previously guilty party. It is not like it has not seen the screenshots of those Tumblr messages either. If anything, viewing them made it suspicious of the anonymous user just as it had everyone else aside from the young captain, something which the past Wizard Kings and the new soul fragment find out and take note of thanks to the shard’s memory transfer properties. But this only serves to bring up the question: why has it become quiet?]
[But before the little soul can mutter up another word, its prison has already arrived at the front desk to ask whether there is a hearth or not. Sadly, there is not one in the building, at least not since the lobby walls had undergone renovations several months ago. However, to the group’s luck, one of the hotel’s chefs happened to be passing by, a Pansear on his shoulder, a Pokemon known to like helping people. Under the condition that the thorns are burned outside, the elemental monkey wastes no time using Ember, proud of herself at first only to notice that these bizarre barbs are taking a while to disintegrate.]
“Paprika, ça va?”
[The fiery primate then turns towards her master, looking startled and pointing to the thorns she just burned with her mitten-like paws. Confused, the chef looks over to see whatever is the matter, only to find what looks like a melting puddle of something akin to red-colored goop, and underneath it all appears to be strange devices. They look either like syringes or screws, although it is rather hard to tell given their small size and even if they were not, the flames have already embraced these miniature machines as kindling material.]
“Excusez-moi, if it is not a bother, may I ask where you have found these tiny things that have frightened my dear Flamajou?”
[Of course, this staff member does not want to intrude on the kid's life too much, ensuring to remain polite as do the Camphrier’s residents. Though it makes sense that a bit of anxiety would still linger in the crisp, night air given recent events in the region. Meanwhile, the kid in question is just as alarmed as everyone else, with the heart they hold inside being horrified by this new development, its voice once again chiming in.]
[And as if there was not enough developments and distress the group had to deal with tonight already, it refused to keep its trap shut for at least another day longer regarding the mess it got itself into, almost as if finally accepting that being all alone is going be an inevitability, both due to the eventual fate of these blogs and having to deal with the consequences of its past actions.]
“... Some of the stuff that anonymous user has been saying about me is... true.”
[It takes a minute for the wayward soul to compose itself to tell much of its long tale at long last, knowing full well that it will not garner sympathy by the time that it is finished, and as its cage starts heading back to their room, the shard still held tightly in their hand, this is what it had to say.]
“During the beginning of my third life, I had found someone who was severely injured in the middle of Viridian Forest, and not knowing his reasoning for not going to the hospital at the time I... “saved” right there and then, hoping to come back with a healing item from another world. The other time I had tried to... turn back the clock was when three girls were in danger from that Pokemon world’s version of Lysandre, one of them being minutes away from being... being... r-regardless, neither of these attempts were successful, I swear! I was s-stopped by some degree or another by those... “higher-level beings” that this anon is l-likely referring to before things ever got to that point.”
....you SAVED and LOADED? ...well at least it wasn't for any unsavory reasons....what was it that wasn't successful, Lysandre's attempt at wiping the slate clean? Or something else?
"Well, neither "loads" during these two instances were successful since that's what I was prevented from doing in the first place. So... if we're talking about Lysandre in particular, things... went to shit. One of the girls was powered by that Pokemon world's Xerneas, and this combined with the Legend evading their capture has likely put his plans on hold for now, however... not e-everyone made it out... a-another girl... she was... was..."
"To be honest, I had gotten desperate to the point that had this been kept under wraps for any longer, it’s possible I could’ve done something even more drastic. However... the consequences of my past time altering attempts caught up with me before I could’ve done anything more, and it wasn’t the 'higher beings' who were mad at me. In reality, they didn’t really care that much about what I was doing like I thought they'd be and at worst they were annoyed. No... this and other reasons that were on me was when folks who were previously doing their damnedest to help me decided it was better to cut ties.
I really didn’t help my case either, all I had done was dig my grave, and on top of that... I also got banished to the void for several months as another repercussion, the decision of a Dialga and Palkia that... literally left me in broken pieces. It took me a long while to finally realize the gravity of what I was doing and why people were suddenly turning against me. While I have my own suspicions about my perpetrator, enough to suspect that they aren’t the good guy here... that doesn’t change the fact that a lot of this was still my own undoing.
... I won't fault anyone here if you decide that it's better to end things between us, or if... it's decided that I should receive judgement for my sins.”
.......you already served your penance, in my opinion. Being forced to fight us against your will, your power actually being abused against your will...I think, if you can remember any of it...it's a good lesson. And, y'know...I think I still owe you for saving me from the Knight. ...okay this is gonna be weird but wholesome in practice but I'ma hug myself and imagine I'm hugging you and Kieran's soul fragment.
[... What? Does this so-called judge not understand the severity of what it has done? Does he not realize that it has not learned a thing and will only regress? Stricter action must be taken, even a death penalty should have been on the table, will anyone wake up to that fact? Not to mention no one has asked about the rest of that... anonymous tipster's claims.]
"Well, if none of you mind, I could explain the rest to you all now. Although... it does seem like it's gotten pretty late."
[And ideally by the time this thing does "explain itself," the others would have grown smart to not fall for its ploy. Perhaps resting up for the night would also help clear their heads and make them realize that they are making a grave mistake siding with the anomaly.]
“... In that case, I might as well start with the stuff that’s the ‘most true. Kinda already confirmed this, but I can communicate with those ‘higher-level beings.’ B-But if I do ask for intel though, it’s not for reasons such as digging up a bunch of someone’s personal trauma, and I swear that I didn’t recognize what was on those screenshots! I’ll get to those soon though... as for the other thing which comes to mind, that being the ‘airport incident,’ that did in fact h-happen. I was in the middle of a Discord call with a few of those folks who used to be my friends while traveling to s-see another who was hospitalized. However, in the middle of that... one of them brought up something very personal about myself that I had never told anyone a-and that caused me to have a panic attack.”
[Based on the shard’s memory-transfer properties, so far it has been... entirely truthful, for now at least. But that really will not matter in the grand scheme of things, and it may need to be further questioned about what it has just said.]
“I’m going to get to those screenshots in a bit, though there is more that I’ll need to unpack, especially since I think I know where they might’ve come from... oh yeah! You can always take a peek inside my head in c-case, you know, you wanted to check whether I’m lying or not. The shard Kris is holding can d-do that, right? As for the ‘airport incident,’ some bits and pieces of the airport began unraveling around m-me, and it took me a while to sneak back in to fix the damage... u-unless you’re asking about what exactly was said to trigger the panic attack i-in the first place?”
[Once more it is telling the truth, but once more it must be emphasized that this will not matter in the long run.]
WARNING FOR EVERYONE ELSE VIEWING THESE RECORDED CONVERSATIONS, HEAVILY IMPLIED EXTREME META-HORROR, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
“Well, as a couple of examples that come to mind... one time I talked to a couple o-of them because someone who I was starting to form a friendship with was acting strange, to which I found out he was being possessed b-by a deity who wanted to frame him before he... disappeared online. I still don’t k-know about his whereabouts to this day. Another time, I found out via the usual chaos of that Discord server t-that someone who I thought was a friend might’ve been... doing some... not-so-nice things to Pokemon. One of these beings then confirmed this to be true w-when I asked... I feel stupid giving that girl a blanket... oh right! And I guess the most recent time I’d made any sort of contact was to make sure, umm... none of u-us accidently killed Ralsei?”
[The suspicious soul’s first instance comes with hints of sadness in its voice, hints that while it is beginning to recover from the loss of a “friend,” its grief still lingers. It sounds more ashamed when speaking about its second example, as if it blames its naivety on itself, and it certainly seems like whatever was done to those Pokemon is not something anyone would even want to find out given its wording. And by the time it has confirmed that it has already made contact with one of you in particular, it becomes fidgety and nervous, knowing you may be reading their words. Perhaps having it become too attached to people should be another concern, since for all anyone knows, this lonely spider wants them to stay with it forever, especially with all the desperate lengths it has been willing to go. But before it continues with its interrogation, it decides to ask a question it should have been considering a long time ago.]
“Yes, there's more. I figured that I wouldn‘t be able to cover everything tonight, though unless you have additional questions, I covered all the stuff that’s true or was my fault. Everything else that user has said is either a straight-up lie, has crucial context that’s being left out, or are things that I originally thought were caused my me, but I now suspect were events caused by them instead. And since you keep asking about those screenshots they sent, I might as well cut to the chase on what I believe is going on... the real culprit who asked for that private information is actually them, and it's also possible they got permission to take said screenshots and weaponize them.”
[Taking in a breath and letting out a sigh, it too begins to feel tired, not out of sleepiness, but rather being weighed down by the stress its perpetrator’s sudden appearance on this site has caused and only now getting some of its past off its metaphorical chest. The void-dwelling doctor’s presence would not have helped matters either, though at this rate it has become too exhausted to ask its warden to hang up the phone. It has even forgotten that six more individuals are here and listening, still under the binding magic of the anonymous account, and a couple of those lost human children attempt to hide as the broken being continues to speak.]
“Oh, right... one more thing. My... species... most of you might’ve already put two-and-two together, but... I’m what you may know as a ‘beldam.’ I don’t think I always was one, although... my humanity is something I lost a long time ago.”
[Its humanity? That word in particular catches the cage’s attention, because as far as they were aware until this moment, they have come across a nicer version of the angel that both towns of light and dark worship. And yet, here is that very god talking as if it had a life, just like many other Fallers before they fell into this land.]
(Kris was struggling to hide their displeasure at the fact that the justification for their now long-gone hatred was nothing more than regurgitated information stripped of context. It made them feel even more like shit than before...)
...well...I think that's about as many answers as we'll be getting...because I'm gonna sleep...
The voice chuckles, as the person speaking introduces himself.
“It appears so. I am Lumiere Silvamillion Clover, the first Wizard King and the creator of this blade.”
Then a pause. Lumiere chuckles nervously.
“Er- at least a shard of what was once Elsdocia. This is one of many shards, but you are aware of that.” Then the prince’s voice shifted to something serious. “Now… about this Heart. Kieran of the Silver Eagles has told us of what transpired from his viewpoint, but many of the others, including myself, want to know more. Care to indulge us?”
[While the cage is now in complete control of themself, particularly after this “Heart” realizes that it will be stuck in their body for a long while, the shard they hold nonetheless hears its voice for the first time, with nothing but profuse apologies from what sounds like yet another teenager.]
Heh. That’s Heart. And uh…we are currently sharing a body. Because of that…wretched other soul. If there’s one that needs to be gotten rid of it’s that one…
(Kris visibly relaxes.)
Look. Kieran’s planning something REALLY bullheaded, and that thorn is helping him along. Sea sent you to me to try and show that Heart’s not the threat.
Alright, so, apparently Kieran made some sort of pact with the people who made the sword, I think…and…I dunno, Sea sent this shard to me so I can prove that you’re not a threat? Because if a few of the ones in the sword change their mind…it could start a chain reaction. Sorry if I didn’t…explain it too well.
“I am the only one here who made this blade.” Lumiere clarifies. “Edward and some others quite honestly gave you the benefit of the doubt. I’m not sure what to think, now that we’re meeting.”
“As for the agreement… it’s in line with our duty as Wizard Kings. Or was.”
“No unnecessary harm will come to the Clover Kingdom, its citizens , and anyone else uninvolved in the process of eliminating that thing. He swore on his pride as the Vice Captain of the Silver Eagles.”
“... Unnecessary harm... wait. Crap! I nearly forgot! Before I arrived, I was trying to warn Kieran about that thorn! Oh no no no no no, you think we can still tell him what’s going on?”
“Even the soul fragment of him here doesn’t know what’s goung on with his main soul. But he’s saying sorry repeatedly, and something about being so gullible..”
“Considering it’s placement… I doubt we have any good ideas.”
“F̶͖̿Ú̴͉C̷̟̑K̶̢͋!̷̟̕ That bastard’s already taken over him!”
[One more, its voice distorts, clearly panicked about the boy’s well-being but knowing it cannot do anything to intervene, not yet at least.]
“Ok ok, I propose that we try to burn these things. This town’s Camphrier, right? One of these old buildings has got to have a hearth, maybe even this hotel does?”
...not quite. As far as I know, it's still masquerading as a benefactor. Meaning there's still time before the roots grow....like they almost did to...
(Kris sighs. They still can't bring themselves to say HER name. Not after they were forced to hurt her the way they did.)
Point is, there's still a chance. So...I'll go ask if there's a hearth.
A familiar voice, yet younger and more calmer than Kris (or Heart) ever heard before spoke.
“Ya know, he practically threw all rationality unconsciously into me. In here. With Lumiere and the others.”
“A-ah! I thought you-“
“Sorry, but I’m done contemplating.” The voice remained resolute. “I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt, since there’s no way they knew that information.”
[Under any other circumstance, getting one’s innocence cleared would have been a relief to the accused, and yet, this statement is met with silence from the previously guilty party. It is not like it has not seen the screenshots of those Tumblr messages either. If anything, viewing them made it suspicious of the anonymous user just as it had everyone else aside from the young captain, something which the past Wizard Kings and the new soul fragment find out and take note of thanks to the shard’s memory transfer properties. But this only serves to bring up the question: why has it become quiet?]
[But before the little soul can mutter up another word, its prison has already arrived at the front desk to ask whether there is a hearth or not. Sadly, there is not one in the building, at least not since the lobby walls had undergone renovations several months ago. However, to the group’s luck, one of the hotel’s chefs happened to be passing by, a Pansear on his shoulder, a Pokemon known to like helping people. Under the condition that the thorns are burned outside, the elemental monkey wastes no time using Ember, proud of herself at first only to notice that these bizarre barbs are taking a while to disintegrate.]
“Paprika, ça va?”
[The fiery primate then turns towards her master, looking startled and pointing to the thorns she just burned with her mitten-like paws. Confused, the chef looks over to see whatever is the matter, only to find what looks like a melting puddle of something akin to red-colored goop, and underneath it all appears to be strange devices. They look either like syringes or screws, although it is rather hard to tell given their small size and even if they were not, the flames have already embraced these miniature machines as kindling material.]
“Excusez-moi, if it is not a bother, may I ask where you have found these tiny things that have frightened my dear Flamajou?”
[Of course, this staff member does not want to intrude on the kid's life too much, ensuring to remain polite as do the Camphrier’s residents. Though it makes sense that a bit of anxiety would still linger in the crisp, night air given recent events in the region. Meanwhile, the kid in question is just as alarmed as everyone else, with the heart they hold inside being horrified by this new development, its voice once again chiming in.]
[And as if there was not enough developments and distress the group had to deal with tonight already, it refused to keep its trap shut for at least another day longer regarding the mess it got itself into, almost as if finally accepting that being all alone is going be an inevitability, both due to the eventual fate of these blogs and having to deal with the consequences of its past actions.]
“... Some of the stuff that anonymous user has been saying about me is... true.”
[It takes a minute for the wayward soul to compose itself to tell much of its long tale at long last, knowing full well that it will not garner sympathy by the time that it is finished, and as its cage starts heading back to their room, the shard still held tightly in their hand, this is what it had to say.]
“During the beginning of my third life, I had found someone who was severely injured in the middle of Viridian Forest, and not knowing his reasoning for not going to the hospital at the time I... “saved” right there and then, hoping to come back with a healing item from another world. The other time I had tried to... turn back the clock was when three girls were in danger from that Pokemon world’s version of Lysandre, one of them being minutes away from being... being... r-regardless, neither of these attempts were successful, I swear! I was s-stopped by some degree or another by those... “higher-level beings” that this anon is l-likely referring to before things ever got to that point.”
....you SAVED and LOADED? ...well at least it wasn't for any unsavory reasons....what was it that wasn't successful, Lysandre's attempt at wiping the slate clean? Or something else?
"Well, neither "loads" during these two instances were successful since that's what I was prevented from doing in the first place. So... if we're talking about Lysandre in particular, things... went to shit. One of the girls was powered by that Pokemon world's Xerneas, and this combined with the Legend evading their capture has likely put his plans on hold for now, however... not e-everyone made it out... a-another girl... she was... was..."
"To be honest, I had gotten desperate to the point that had this been kept under wraps for any longer, it’s possible I could’ve done something even more drastic. However... the consequences of my past time altering attempts caught up with me before I could’ve done anything more, and it wasn’t the 'higher beings' who were mad at me. In reality, they didn’t really care that much about what I was doing like I thought they'd be and at worst they were annoyed. No... this and other reasons that were on me was when folks who were previously doing their damnedest to help me decided it was better to cut ties.
I really didn’t help my case either, all I had done was dig my grave, and on top of that... I also got banished to the void for several months as another repercussion, the decision of a Dialga and Palkia that... literally left me in broken pieces. It took me a long while to finally realize the gravity of what I was doing and why people were suddenly turning against me. While I have my own suspicions about my perpetrator, enough to suspect that they aren’t the good guy here... that doesn’t change the fact that a lot of this was still my own undoing.
... I won't fault anyone here if you decide that it's better to end things between us, or if... it's decided that I should receive judgement for my sins.”
.......you already served your penance, in my opinion. Being forced to fight us against your will, your power actually being abused against your will...I think, if you can remember any of it...it's a good lesson. And, y'know...I think I still owe you for saving me from the Knight. ...okay this is gonna be weird but wholesome in practice but I'ma hug myself and imagine I'm hugging you and Kieran's soul fragment.
[... What? Does this so-called judge not understand the severity of what it has done? Does he not realize that it has not learned a thing and will only regress? Stricter action must be taken, even a death penalty should have been on the table, will anyone wake up to that fact? Not to mention no one has asked about the rest of that... anonymous tipster's claims.]
"Well, if none of you mind, I could explain the rest to you all now. Although... it does seem like it's gotten pretty late."
[And ideally by the time this thing does "explain itself," the others would have grown smart to not fall for its ploy. Perhaps resting up for the night would also help clear their heads and make them realize that they are making a grave mistake siding with the anomaly.]
“... In that case, I might as well start with the stuff that’s the ‘most true. Kinda already confirmed this, but I can communicate with those ‘higher-level beings.’ B-But if I do ask for intel though, it’s not for reasons such as digging up a bunch of someone’s personal trauma, and I swear that I didn’t recognize what was on those screenshots! I’ll get to those soon though... as for the other thing which comes to mind, that being the ‘airport incident,’ that did in fact h-happen. I was in the middle of a Discord call with a few of those folks who used to be my friends while traveling to s-see another who was hospitalized. However, in the middle of that... one of them brought up something very personal about myself that I had never told anyone a-and that caused me to have a panic attack.”
[Based on the shard’s memory-transfer properties, so far it has been... entirely truthful, for now at least. But that really will not matter in the grand scheme of things, and it may need to be further questioned about what it has just said.]
“I’m going to get to those screenshots in a bit, though there is more that I’ll need to unpack, especially since I think I know where they might’ve come from... oh yeah! You can always take a peek inside my head in c-case, you know, you wanted to check whether I’m lying or not. The shard Kris is holding can d-do that, right? As for the ‘airport incident,’ some bits and pieces of the airport began unraveling around m-me, and it took me a while to sneak back in to fix the damage... u-unless you’re asking about what exactly was said to trigger the panic attack i-in the first place?”
[Once more it is telling the truth, but once more it must be emphasized that this will not matter in the long run.]
WARNING FOR EVERYONE ELSE VIEWING THESE RECORDED CONVERSATIONS, HEAVILY IMPLIED EXTREME META-HORROR, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
“Well, as a couple of examples that come to mind... one time I talked to a couple o-of them because someone who I was starting to form a friendship with was acting strange, to which I found out he was being possessed b-by a deity who wanted to frame him before he... disappeared online. I still don’t k-know about his whereabouts to this day. Another time, I found out via the usual chaos of that Discord server t-that someone who I thought was a friend might’ve been... doing some... not-so-nice things to Pokemon. One of these beings then confirmed this to be true w-when I asked... I feel stupid giving that girl a blanket... oh right! And I guess the most recent time I’d made any sort of contact was to make sure, umm... none of u-us accidently killed Ralsei?”
[The suspicious soul’s first instance comes with hints of sadness in its voice, hints that while it is beginning to recover from the loss of a “friend,” its grief still lingers. It sounds more ashamed when speaking about its second example, as if it blames its naivety on itself, and it certainly seems like whatever was done to those Pokemon is not something anyone would even want to find out given its wording. And by the time it has confirmed that it has already made contact with one of you in particular, it becomes fidgety and nervous, knowing you may be reading their words. Perhaps having it become too attached to people should be another concern, since for all anyone knows, this lonely spider wants them to stay with it forever, especially with all the desperate lengths it has been willing to go. But before it continues with its interrogation, it decides to ask a question it should have been considering a long time ago.]
The voice chuckles, as the person speaking introduces himself.
“It appears so. I am Lumiere Silvamillion Clover, the first Wizard King and the creator of this blade.”
Then a pause. Lumiere chuckles nervously.
“Er- at least a shard of what was once Elsdocia. This is one of many shards, but you are aware of that.” Then the prince’s voice shifted to something serious. “Now… about this Heart. Kieran of the Silver Eagles has told us of what transpired from his viewpoint, but many of the others, including myself, want to know more. Care to indulge us?”
[While the cage is now in complete control of themself, particularly after this “Heart” realizes that it will be stuck in their body for a long while, the shard they hold nonetheless hears its voice for the first time, with nothing but profuse apologies from what sounds like yet another teenager.]
Heh. That’s Heart. And uh…we are currently sharing a body. Because of that…wretched other soul. If there’s one that needs to be gotten rid of it’s that one…
(Kris visibly relaxes.)
Look. Kieran’s planning something REALLY bullheaded, and that thorn is helping him along. Sea sent you to me to try and show that Heart’s not the threat.
Alright, so, apparently Kieran made some sort of pact with the people who made the sword, I think…and…I dunno, Sea sent this shard to me so I can prove that you’re not a threat? Because if a few of the ones in the sword change their mind…it could start a chain reaction. Sorry if I didn’t…explain it too well.
“I am the only one here who made this blade.” Lumiere clarifies. “Edward and some others quite honestly gave you the benefit of the doubt. I’m not sure what to think, now that we’re meeting.”
“As for the agreement… it’s in line with our duty as Wizard Kings. Or was.”
“No unnecessary harm will come to the Clover Kingdom, its citizens , and anyone else uninvolved in the process of eliminating that thing. He swore on his pride as the Vice Captain of the Silver Eagles.”
“... Unnecessary harm... wait. Crap! I nearly forgot! Before I arrived, I was trying to warn Kieran about that thorn! Oh no no no no no, you think we can still tell him what’s going on?”
“Even the soul fragment of him here doesn’t know what’s goung on with his main soul. But he’s saying sorry repeatedly, and something about being so gullible..”
“Considering it’s placement… I doubt we have any good ideas.”
“F̶͖̿Ú̴͉C̷̟̑K̶̢͋!̷̟̕ That bastard’s already taken over him!”
[One more, its voice distorts, clearly panicked about the boy’s well-being but knowing it cannot do anything to intervene, not yet at least.]
“Ok ok, I propose that we try to burn these things. This town’s Camphrier, right? One of these old buildings has got to have a hearth, maybe even this hotel does?”
...not quite. As far as I know, it's still masquerading as a benefactor. Meaning there's still time before the roots grow....like they almost did to...
(Kris sighs. They still can't bring themselves to say HER name. Not after they were forced to hurt her the way they did.)
Point is, there's still a chance. So...I'll go ask if there's a hearth.
A familiar voice, yet younger and more calmer than Kris (or Heart) ever heard before spoke.
“Ya know, he practically threw all rationality unconsciously into me. In here. With Lumiere and the others.”
“A-ah! I thought you-“
“Sorry, but I’m done contemplating.” The voice remained resolute. “I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt, since there’s no way they knew that information.”
[Under any other circumstance, getting one’s innocence cleared would have been a relief to the accused, and yet, this statement is met with silence from the previously guilty party. It is not like it has not seen the screenshots of those Tumblr messages either. If anything, viewing them made it suspicious of the anonymous user just as it had everyone else aside from the young captain, something which the past Wizard Kings and the new soul fragment find out and take note of thanks to the shard’s memory transfer properties. But this only serves to bring up the question: why has it become quiet?]
[But before the little soul can mutter up another word, its prison has already arrived at the front desk to ask whether there is a hearth or not. Sadly, there is not one in the building, at least not since the lobby walls had undergone renovations several months ago. However, to the group’s luck, one of the hotel’s chefs happened to be passing by, a Pansear on his shoulder, a Pokemon known to like helping people. Under the condition that the thorns are burned outside, the elemental monkey wastes no time using Ember, proud of herself at first only to notice that these bizarre barbs are taking a while to disintegrate.]
“Paprika, ça va?”
[The fiery primate then turns towards her master, looking startled and pointing to the thorns she just burned with her mitten-like paws. Confused, the chef looks over to see whatever is the matter, only to find what looks like a melting puddle of something akin to red-colored goop, and underneath it all appears to be strange devices. They look either like syringes or screws, although it is rather hard to tell given their small size and even if they were not, the flames have already embraced these miniature machines as kindling material.]
“Excusez-moi, if it is not a bother, may I ask where you have found these tiny things that have frightened my dear Flamajou?”
[Of course, this staff member does not want to intrude on the kid's life too much, ensuring to remain polite as do the Camphrier’s residents. Though it makes sense that a bit of anxiety would still linger in the crisp, night air given recent events in the region. Meanwhile, the kid in question is just as alarmed as everyone else, with the heart they hold inside being horrified by this new development, its voice once again chiming in.]
[And as if there was not enough developments and distress the group had to deal with tonight already, it refused to keep its trap shut for at least another day longer regarding the mess it got itself into, almost as if finally accepting that being all alone is going be an inevitability, both due to the eventual fate of these blogs and having to deal with the consequences of its past actions.]
“... Some of the stuff that anonymous user has been saying about me is... true.”
[It takes a minute for the wayward soul to compose itself to tell much of its long tale at long last, knowing full well that it will not garner sympathy by the time that it is finished, and as its cage starts heading back to their room, the shard still held tightly in their hand, this is what it had to say.]
“During the beginning of my third life, I had found someone who was severely injured in the middle of Viridian Forest, and not knowing his reasoning for not going to the hospital at the time I... “saved” right there and then, hoping to come back with a healing item from another world. The other time I had tried to... turn back the clock was when three girls were in danger from that Pokemon world’s version of Lysandre, one of them being minutes away from being... being... r-regardless, neither of these attempts were successful, I swear! I was s-stopped by some degree or another by those... “higher-level beings” that this anon is l-likely referring to before things ever got to that point.”
....you SAVED and LOADED? ...well at least it wasn't for any unsavory reasons....what was it that wasn't successful, Lysandre's attempt at wiping the slate clean? Or something else?
"Well, neither "loads" during these two instances were successful since that's what I was prevented from doing in the first place. So... if we're talking about Lysandre in particular, things... went to shit. One of the girls was powered by that Pokemon world's Xerneas, and this combined with the Legend evading their capture has likely put his plans on hold for now, however... not e-everyone made it out... a-another girl... she was... was..."
"To be honest, I had gotten desperate to the point that had this been kept under wraps for any longer, it’s possible I could’ve done something even more drastic. However... the consequences of my past time altering attempts caught up with me before I could’ve done anything more, and it wasn’t the 'higher beings' who were mad at me. In reality, they didn’t really care that much about what I was doing like I thought they'd be and at worst they were annoyed. No... this and other reasons that were on me was when folks who were previously doing their damnedest to help me decided it was better to cut ties.
I really didn’t help my case either, all I had done was dig my grave, and on top of that... I also got banished to the void for several months as another repercussion, the decision of a Dialga and Palkia that... literally left me in broken pieces. It took me a long while to finally realize the gravity of what I was doing and why people were suddenly turning against me. While I have my own suspicions about my perpetrator, enough to suspect that they aren’t the good guy here... that doesn’t change the fact that a lot of this was still my own undoing.
... I won't fault anyone here if you decide that it's better to end things between us, or if... it's decided that I should receive judgement for my sins.”
.......you already served your penance, in my opinion. Being forced to fight us against your will, your power actually being abused against your will...I think, if you can remember any of it...it's a good lesson. And, y'know...I think I still owe you for saving me from the Knight. ...okay this is gonna be weird but wholesome in practice but I'ma hug myself and imagine I'm hugging you and Kieran's soul fragment.
[... What? Does this so-called judge not understand the severity of what it has done? Does he not realize that it has not learned a thing and will only regress? Stricter action must be taken, even a death penalty should have been on the table, will anyone wake up to that fact? Not to mention no one has asked about the rest of that... anonymous tipster's claims.]
"Well, if none of you mind, I could explain the rest to you all now. Although... it does seem like it's gotten pretty late."
[And ideally by the time this thing does "explain itself," the others would have grown smart to not fall for its ploy. Perhaps resting up for the night would also help clear their heads and make them realize that they are making a grave mistake siding with the anomaly.]
“... In that case, I might as well start with the stuff that’s the ‘most true. Kinda already confirmed this, but I can communicate with those ‘higher-level beings.’ B-But if I do ask for intel though, it’s not for reasons such as digging up a bunch of someone’s personal trauma, and I swear that I didn’t recognize what was on those screenshots! I’ll get to those soon though... as for the other thing which comes to mind, that being the ‘airport incident,’ that did in fact h-happen. I was in the middle of a Discord call with a few of those folks who used to be my friends while traveling to s-see another who was hospitalized. However, in the middle of that... one of them brought up something very personal about myself that I had never told anyone a-and that caused me to have a panic attack.”
[Based on the shard’s memory-transfer properties, so far it has been... entirely truthful, for now at least. But that really will not matter in the grand scheme of things, and it may need to be further questioned about what it has just said.]
“I’m going to get to those screenshots in a bit, though there is more that I’ll need to unpack, especially since I think I know where they might’ve come from... oh yeah! You can always take a peek inside my head in c-case, you know, you wanted to check whether I’m lying or not. The shard Kris is holding can d-do that, right? As for the ‘airport incident,’ some bits and pieces of the airport began unraveling around m-me, and it took me a while to sneak back in to fix the damage... u-unless you’re asking about what exactly was said to trigger the panic attack i-in the first place?”
[Once more it is telling the truth, but once more it must be emphasized that this will not matter in the long run.]
WARNING FOR EVERYONE ELSE VIEWING THESE RECORDED CONVERSATIONS, HEAVILY IMPLIED EXTREME META-HORROR, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
“Well, as a couple of examples that come to mind... one time I talked to a couple o-of them because someone who I was starting to form a friendship w-with was acting strange, to which I found out he was being possessed b-by a deity who wanted to frame him before he... disappeared online. I still don’t k-know about his whereabouts to this day. Another time, I found out via the usual chaos of that Discord server t-that someone who I thought was a friend might’ve been... doing some... not-so-nice things to P-Pokemon. One of these beings then confirmed this to be true when I asked... I f-feel stupid giving that girl a blanket... oh right! And I g-guess the most recent time I’d made any sort of contact was to make sure, umm... none of u-us accidently killed Ralsei?”
[The suspicious soul’s first instance comes with hints of sadness in its voice, hints that while it is beginning to recover from the loss of a “friend,” its grief still lingers. It sounds more ashamed when speaking about its second example, as if it blames its naivety on itself, and it certainly seems like whatever was done to those Pokemon is not something anyone would want to find out given its wording. And by the time it has confirmed that it has already made contact with one of you in particular, it becomes fidgety and nervous, knowing you may be reading their words. Perhaps having it become too attached to people should be another concern, since for all anyone knows, this lonely spider wants them to stay with it forever, especially with all the desperate lengths it has been willing to go. But before it continues with its interrogation, it decides to ask a question it should have been considering a long time ago.]
The voice chuckles, as the person speaking introduces himself.
“It appears so. I am Lumiere Silvamillion Clover, the first Wizard King and the creator of this blade.”
Then a pause. Lumiere chuckles nervously.
“Er- at least a shard of what was once Elsdocia. This is one of many shards, but you are aware of that.” Then the prince’s voice shifted to something serious. “Now… about this Heart. Kieran of the Silver Eagles has told us of what transpired from his viewpoint, but many of the others, including myself, want to know more. Care to indulge us?”
[While the cage is now in complete control of themself, particularly after this “Heart” realizes that it will be stuck in their body for a long while, the shard they hold nonetheless hears its voice for the first time, with nothing but profuse apologies from what sounds like yet another teenager.]
Heh. That’s Heart. And uh…we are currently sharing a body. Because of that…wretched other soul. If there’s one that needs to be gotten rid of it’s that one…
(Kris visibly relaxes.)
Look. Kieran’s planning something REALLY bullheaded, and that thorn is helping him along. Sea sent you to me to try and show that Heart’s not the threat.
Alright, so, apparently Kieran made some sort of pact with the people who made the sword, I think…and…I dunno, Sea sent this shard to me so I can prove that you’re not a threat? Because if a few of the ones in the sword change their mind…it could start a chain reaction. Sorry if I didn’t…explain it too well.
“I am the only one here who made this blade.” Lumiere clarifies. “Edward and some others quite honestly gave you the benefit of the doubt. I’m not sure what to think, now that we’re meeting.”
“As for the agreement… it’s in line with our duty as Wizard Kings. Or was.”
“No unnecessary harm will come to the Clover Kingdom, its citizens , and anyone else uninvolved in the process of eliminating that thing. He swore on his pride as the Vice Captain of the Silver Eagles.”
“... Unnecessary harm... wait. Crap! I nearly forgot! Before I arrived, I was trying to warn Kieran about that thorn! Oh no no no no no, you think we can still tell him what’s going on?”
“Even the soul fragment of him here doesn’t know what’s goung on with his main soul. But he’s saying sorry repeatedly, and something about being so gullible..”
“Considering it’s placement… I doubt we have any good ideas.”
“F̶͖̿Ú̴͉C̷̟̑K̶̢͋!̷̟̕ That bastard’s already taken over him!”
[One more, its voice distorts, clearly panicked about the boy’s well-being but knowing it cannot do anything to intervene, not yet at least.]
“Ok ok, I propose that we try to burn these things. This town’s Camphrier, right? One of these old buildings has got to have a hearth, maybe even this hotel does?”
...not quite. As far as I know, it's still masquerading as a benefactor. Meaning there's still time before the roots grow....like they almost did to...
(Kris sighs. They still can't bring themselves to say HER name. Not after they were forced to hurt her the way they did.)
Point is, there's still a chance. So...I'll go ask if there's a hearth.
A familiar voice, yet younger and more calmer than Kris (or Heart) ever heard before spoke.
“Ya know, he practically threw all rationality unconsciously into me. In here. With Lumiere and the others.”
“A-ah! I thought you-“
“Sorry, but I’m done contemplating.” The voice remained resolute. “I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt, since there’s no way they knew that information.”
[Under any other circumstance, getting one’s innocence cleared would have been a relief to the accused, and yet, this statement is met with silence from the previously guilty party. It is not like it has not seen the screenshots of those Tumblr messages either. If anything, viewing them made it suspicious of the anonymous user just as it had everyone else aside from the young captain, something which the past Wizard Kings and the new soul fragment find out and take note of thanks to the shard’s memory transfer properties. But this only serves to bring up the question: why has it become quiet?]
[But before the little soul can mutter up another word, its prison has already arrived at the front desk to ask whether there is a hearth or not. Sadly, there is not one in the building, at least not since the lobby walls had undergone renovations several months ago. However, to the group’s luck, one of the hotel’s chefs happened to be passing by, a Pansear on his shoulder, a Pokemon known to like helping people. Under the condition that the thorns are burned outside, the elemental monkey wastes no time using Ember, proud of herself at first only to notice that these bizarre barbs are taking a while to disintegrate.]
“Paprika, ça va?”
[The fiery primate then turns towards her master, looking startled and pointing to the thorns she just burned with her mitten-like paws. Confused, the chef looks over to see whatever is the matter, only to find what looks like a melting puddle of something akin to red-colored goop, and underneath it all appears to be strange devices. They look either like syringes or screws, although it is rather hard to tell given their small size and even if they were not, the flames have already embraced these miniature machines as kindling material.]
“Excusez-moi, if it is not a bother, may I ask where you have found these tiny things that have frightened my dear Flamajou?”
[Of course, this staff member does not want to intrude on the kid's life too much, ensuring to remain polite as do the Camphrier’s residents. Though it makes sense that a bit of anxiety would still linger in the crisp, night air given recent events in the region. Meanwhile, the kid in question is just as alarmed as everyone else, with the heart they hold inside being horrified by this new development, its voice once again chiming in.]
[And as if there was not enough developments and distress the group had to deal with tonight already, it refused to keep its trap shut for at least another day longer regarding the mess it got itself into, almost as if finally accepting that being all alone is going be an inevitability, both due to the eventual fate of these blogs and having to deal with the consequences of its past actions.]
“... Some of the stuff that anonymous user has been saying about me is... true.”
[It takes a minute for the wayward soul to compose itself to tell much of its long tale at long last, knowing full well that it will not garner sympathy by the time that it is finished, and as its cage starts heading back to their room, the shard still held tightly in their hand, this is what it had to say.]
“During the beginning of my third life, I had found someone who was severely injured in the middle of Viridian Forest, and not knowing his reasoning for not going to the hospital at the time I... “saved” right there and then, hoping to come back with a healing item from another world. The other time I had tried to... turn back the clock was when three girls were in danger from that Pokemon world’s version of Lysandre, one of them being minutes away from being... being... r-regardless, neither of these attempts were successful, I swear! I was s-stopped by some degree or another by those... “higher-level beings” that this anon is l-likely referring to before things ever got to that point.”
....you SAVED and LOADED? ...well at least it wasn't for any unsavory reasons....what was it that wasn't successful, Lysandre's attempt at wiping the slate clean? Or something else?
"Well, neither "loads" during these two instances were successful since that's what I was prevented from doing in the first place. So... if we're talking about Lysandre in particular, things... went to shit. One of the girls was powered by that Pokemon world's Xerneas, and this combined with the Legend evading their capture has likely put his plans on hold for now, however... not e-everyone made it out... a-another girl... she was... was..."
"To be honest, I had gotten desperate to the point that had this been kept under wraps for any longer, it’s possible I could’ve done something even more drastic. However... the consequences of my past time altering attempts caught up with me before I could’ve done anything more, and it wasn’t the 'higher beings' who were mad at me. In reality, they didn’t really care that much about what I was doing like I thought they'd be and at worst they were annoyed. No... this and other reasons that were on me was when folks who were previously doing their damnedest to help me decided it was better to cut ties.
I really didn’t help my case either, all I had done was dig my grave, and on top of that... I also got banished to the void for several months as another repercussion, the decision of a Dialga and Palkia that... literally left me in broken pieces. It took me a long while to finally realize the gravity of what I was doing and why people were suddenly turning against me. While I have my own suspicions about my perpetrator, enough to suspect that they aren’t the good guy here... that doesn’t change the fact that a lot of this was still my own undoing.
... I won't fault anyone here if you decide that it's better to end things between us, or if... it's decided that I should receive judgement for my sins.”
.......you already served your penance, in my opinion. Being forced to fight us against your will, your power actually being abused against your will...I think, if you can remember any of it...it's a good lesson. And, y'know...I think I still owe you for saving me from the Knight. ...okay this is gonna be weird but wholesome in practice but I'ma hug myself and imagine I'm hugging you and Kieran's soul fragment.
[... What? Does this so-called judge not understand the severity of what it has done? Does he not realize that it has not learned a thing and will only regress? Stricter action must be taken, even a death penalty should have been on the table, will anyone wake up to that fact? Not to mention no one has asked about the rest of that... anonymous tipster's claims.]
"Well, if none of you mind, I could explain the rest to you all now. Although... it does seem like it's gotten pretty late."
[And ideally by the time this thing does "explain itself," the others would have grown smart to not fall for its ploy. Perhaps resting up for the night would also help clear their heads and make them realize that they are making a grave mistake siding with the anomaly.]
“... In that case, I might as well start with the stuff that’s the ‘most true. Kinda already confirmed this, but I can communicate with those ‘higher-level beings.’ B-But if I do ask for intel though, it’s not for reasons such as digging up a bunch of someone’s personal trauma, and I swear that I didn’t recognize what was on those screenshots! I’ll get to those soon though... as for the other thing which comes to mind, that being the ‘airport incident,’ that did in fact h-happen. I was in the middle of a Discord call with a few of those folks who used to be my friends while traveling to s-see another who was hospitalized. However, in the middle of that... one of them brought up something very personal about myself that I had never told anyone a-and that caused me to have a panic attack.”
[Based on the shard’s memory-transfer properties, so far it has been... entirely truthful, for now at least. But that really will not matter in the grand scheme of things, and it may need to be further questioned about what it has just said.]
“I’m going to get to those screenshots in a bit, though there is more that I’ll need to unpack, especially since I think I know where they might’ve come from... oh yeah! You can always take a peek inside my head in c-case, you know, you wanted to check whether I’m lying or not. The shard Kris is holding can d-do that, right? As for the ‘airport incident,’ some bits and pieces of the airport began unraveling around m-me, and it took me a while to sneak back in to fix the damage... u-unless you’re asking about what exactly was said to trigger the panic attack i-in the first place?”
[Once more it is telling the truth, but once more it must be emphasized that this will not matter in the long run.]
The voice chuckles, as the person speaking introduces himself.
“It appears so. I am Lumiere Silvamillion Clover, the first Wizard King and the creator of this blade.”
Then a pause. Lumiere chuckles nervously.
“Er- at least a shard of what was once Elsdocia. This is one of many shards, but you are aware of that.” Then the prince’s voice shifted to something serious. “Now… about this Heart. Kieran of the Silver Eagles has told us of what transpired from his viewpoint, but many of the others, including myself, want to know more. Care to indulge us?”
[While the cage is now in complete control of themself, particularly after this “Heart” realizes that it will be stuck in their body for a long while, the shard they hold nonetheless hears its voice for the first time, with nothing but profuse apologies from what sounds like yet another teenager.]
Heh. That’s Heart. And uh…we are currently sharing a body. Because of that…wretched other soul. If there’s one that needs to be gotten rid of it’s that one…
(Kris visibly relaxes.)
Look. Kieran’s planning something REALLY bullheaded, and that thorn is helping him along. Sea sent you to me to try and show that Heart’s not the threat.
Alright, so, apparently Kieran made some sort of pact with the people who made the sword, I think…and…I dunno, Sea sent this shard to me so I can prove that you’re not a threat? Because if a few of the ones in the sword change their mind…it could start a chain reaction. Sorry if I didn’t…explain it too well.
“I am the only one here who made this blade.” Lumiere clarifies. “Edward and some others quite honestly gave you the benefit of the doubt. I’m not sure what to think, now that we’re meeting.”
“As for the agreement… it’s in line with our duty as Wizard Kings. Or was.”
“No unnecessary harm will come to the Clover Kingdom, its citizens , and anyone else uninvolved in the process of eliminating that thing. He swore on his pride as the Vice Captain of the Silver Eagles.”
“... Unnecessary harm... wait. Crap! I nearly forgot! Before I arrived, I was trying to warn Kieran about that thorn! Oh no no no no no, you think we can still tell him what’s going on?”
“Even the soul fragment of him here doesn’t know what’s goung on with his main soul. But he’s saying sorry repeatedly, and something about being so gullible..”
“Considering it’s placement… I doubt we have any good ideas.”
“F̶͖̿Ú̴͉C̷̟̑K̶̢͋!̷̟̕ That bastard’s already taken over him!”
[One more, its voice distorts, clearly panicked about the boy’s well-being but knowing it cannot do anything to intervene, not yet at least.]
“Ok ok, I propose that we try to burn these things. This town’s Camphrier, right? One of these old buildings has got to have a hearth, maybe even this hotel does?”
...not quite. As far as I know, it's still masquerading as a benefactor. Meaning there's still time before the roots grow....like they almost did to...
(Kris sighs. They still can't bring themselves to say HER name. Not after they were forced to hurt her the way they did.)
Point is, there's still a chance. So...I'll go ask if there's a hearth.
A familiar voice, yet younger and more calmer than Kris (or Heart) ever heard before spoke.
“Ya know, he practically threw all rationality unconsciously into me. In here. With Lumiere and the others.”
“A-ah! I thought you-“
“Sorry, but I’m done contemplating.” The voice remained resolute. “I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt, since there’s no way they knew that information.”
[Under any other circumstance, getting one’s innocence cleared would have been a relief to the accused, and yet, this statement is met with silence from the previously guilty party. It is not like it has not seen the screenshots of those Tumblr messages either. If anything, viewing them made it suspicious of the anonymous user just as it had everyone else aside from the young captain, something which the past Wizard Kings and the new soul fragment find out and take note of thanks to the shard’s memory transfer properties. But this only serves to bring up the question: why has it become quiet?]
[But before the little soul can mutter up another word, its prison has already arrived at the front desk to ask whether there is a hearth or not. Sadly, there is not one in the building, at least not since the lobby walls had undergone renovations several months ago. However, to the group’s luck, one of the hotel’s chefs happened to be passing by, a Pansear on his shoulder, a Pokemon known to like helping people. Under the condition that the thorns are burned outside, the elemental monkey wastes no time using Ember, proud of herself at first only to notice that these bizarre barbs are taking a while to disintegrate.]
“Paprika, ça va?”
[The fiery primate then turns towards her master, looking startled and pointing to the thorns she just burned with her mitten-like paws. Confused, the chef looks over to see whatever is the matter, only to find what looks like a melting puddle of something akin to red-colored goop, and underneath it all appears to be strange devices. They look either like syringes or screws, although it is rather hard to tell given their small size and even if they were not, the flames have already embraced these miniature machines as kindling material.]
“Excusez-moi, if it is not a bother, may I ask where you have found these tiny things that have frightened my dear Flamajou?”
[Of course, this staff member does not want to intrude on the kid's life too much, ensuring to remain polite as do the Camphrier’s residents. Though it makes sense that a bit of anxiety would still linger in the crisp, night air given recent events in the region. Meanwhile, the kid in question is just as alarmed as everyone else, with the heart they hold inside being horrified by this new development, its voice once again chiming in.]
[And as if there was not enough developments and distress the group had to deal with tonight already, it refused to keep its trap shut for at least another day longer regarding the mess it got itself into, almost as if finally accepting that being all alone is going be an inevitability, both due to the eventual fate of these blogs and having to deal with the consequences of its past actions.]
“... Some of the stuff that anonymous user has been saying about me is... true.”
[It takes a minute for the wayward soul to compose itself to tell much of its long tale at long last, knowing full well that it will not garner sympathy by the time that it is finished, and as its cage starts heading back to their room, the shard still held tightly in their hand, this is what it had to say.]
“During the beginning of my third life, I had found someone who was severely injured in the middle of Viridian Forest, and not knowing his reasoning for not going to the hospital at the time I... “saved” right there and then, hoping to come back with a healing item from another world. The other time I had tried to... turn back the clock was when three girls were in danger from that Pokemon world’s version of Lysandre, one of them being minutes away from being... being... r-regardless, neither of these attempts were successful, I swear! I was s-stopped by some degree or another by those... “higher-level beings” that this anon is l-likely referring to before things ever got to that point.”
....you SAVED and LOADED? ...well at least it wasn't for any unsavory reasons....what was it that wasn't successful, Lysandre's attempt at wiping the slate clean? Or something else?
"Well, neither "loads" during these two instances were successful since that's what I was prevented from doing in the first place. So... if we're talking about Lysandre in particular, things... went to shit. One of the girls was powered by that Pokemon world's Xerneas, and this combined with the Legend evading their capture has likely put his plans on hold for now, however... not e-everyone made it out... a-another girl... she was... was..."
"To be honest, I had gotten desperate to the point that had this been kept under wraps for any longer, it’s possible I could’ve done something even more drastic. However... the consequences of my past time altering attempts caught up with me before I could’ve done anything more, and it wasn’t the 'higher beings' who were mad at me. In reality, they didn’t really care that much about what I was doing like I thought they'd be and at worst they were annoyed. No... this and other reasons that were on me was when folks who were previously doing their damnedest to help me decided it was better to cut ties.
I really didn’t help my case either, all I had done was dig my grave, and on top of that... I also got banished to the void for several months as another repercussion, the decision of a Dialga and Palkia that... literally left me in broken pieces. It took me a long while to finally realize the gravity of what I was doing and why people were suddenly turning against me. While I have my own suspicions about my perpetrator, enough to suspect that they aren’t the good guy here... that doesn’t change the fact that a lot of this was still my own undoing.
... I won't fault anyone here if you decide that it's better to end things between us, or if... it's decided that I should receive judgement for my sins.”
.......you already served your penance, in my opinion. Being forced to fight us against your will, your power actually being abused against your will...I think, if you can remember any of it...it's a good lesson. And, y'know...I think I still owe you for saving me from the Knight. ...okay this is gonna be weird but wholesome in practice but I'ma hug myself and imagine I'm hugging you and Kieran's soul fragment.
[... What? Does this so-called judge not understand the severity of what it has done? Does he not realize that it has not learned a thing and will only regress? Stricter action must be taken, even a death penalty should have been on the table, will anyone wake up to that fact? Not to mention no one has asked about the rest of that... anonymous tipster's claims.]
"Well, if none of you mind, I could explain the rest to you all now. Although... it does seem like it's gotten pretty late."
[And ideally by the time this thing does "explain itself," the others would have grown smart to not fall for its ploy. Perhaps resting up for the night would also help clear their heads and make them realize that they are making a grave mistake siding with the anomaly.]
“... In that case, I might as well start with the stuff that’s the ‘most true. Kinda already confirmed this, but I can communicate with those ‘higher-level beings.’ B-But if I do ask for intel though, it’s not for reasons such as digging up a bunch of someone’s personal trauma, and I swear that I didn’t recognize what was on those screenshots! I’ll get to those soon though... as for the other thing which comes to mind, that being the ‘airport incident,’ that did in fact h-happen. I was in the middle of a Discord call with a few of those folks who used to be my friends while traveling to s-see another who was hospitalized. However, in the middle of that... one of them brought up something very personal about myself that I had never told anyone a-and that caused me to have a panic attack.”
[Based on the shard’s memory-transfer properties, so far it has been... entirely truthful, for now at least. But that really will not matter in the grand scheme of things, and it may need to be further questioned about what it has just said.]
The voice chuckles, as the person speaking introduces himself.
“It appears so. I am Lumiere Silvamillion Clover, the first Wizard King and the creator of this blade.”
Then a pause. Lumiere chuckles nervously.
“Er- at least a shard of what was once Elsdocia. This is one of many shards, but you are aware of that.” Then the prince’s voice shifted to something serious. “Now… about this Heart. Kieran of the Silver Eagles has told us of what transpired from his viewpoint, but many of the others, including myself, want to know more. Care to indulge us?”
[While the cage is now in complete control of themself, particularly after this “Heart” realizes that it will be stuck in their body for a long while, the shard they hold nonetheless hears its voice for the first time, with nothing but profuse apologies from what sounds like yet another teenager.]
Heh. That’s Heart. And uh…we are currently sharing a body. Because of that…wretched other soul. If there’s one that needs to be gotten rid of it’s that one…
(Kris visibly relaxes.)
Look. Kieran’s planning something REALLY bullheaded, and that thorn is helping him along. Sea sent you to me to try and show that Heart’s not the threat.
Alright, so, apparently Kieran made some sort of pact with the people who made the sword, I think…and…I dunno, Sea sent this shard to me so I can prove that you’re not a threat? Because if a few of the ones in the sword change their mind…it could start a chain reaction. Sorry if I didn’t…explain it too well.
“I am the only one here who made this blade.” Lumiere clarifies. “Edward and some others quite honestly gave you the benefit of the doubt. I’m not sure what to think, now that we’re meeting.”
“As for the agreement… it’s in line with our duty as Wizard Kings. Or was.”
“No unnecessary harm will come to the Clover Kingdom, its citizens , and anyone else uninvolved in the process of eliminating that thing. He swore on his pride as the Vice Captain of the Silver Eagles.”
“... Unnecessary harm... wait. Crap! I nearly forgot! Before I arrived, I was trying to warn Kieran about that thorn! Oh no no no no no, you think we can still tell him what’s going on?”
“Even the soul fragment of him here doesn’t know what’s goung on with his main soul. But he’s saying sorry repeatedly, and something about being so gullible..”
“Considering it’s placement… I doubt we have any good ideas.”
“F̶͖̿Ú̴͉C̷̟̑K̶̢͋!̷̟̕ That bastard’s already taken over him!”
[One more, its voice distorts, clearly panicked about the boy’s well-being but knowing it cannot do anything to intervene, not yet at least.]
“Ok ok, I propose that we try to burn these things. This town’s Camphrier, right? One of these old buildings has got to have a hearth, maybe even this hotel does?”
...not quite. As far as I know, it's still masquerading as a benefactor. Meaning there's still time before the roots grow....like they almost did to...
(Kris sighs. They still can't bring themselves to say HER name. Not after they were forced to hurt her the way they did.)
Point is, there's still a chance. So...I'll go ask if there's a hearth.
A familiar voice, yet younger and more calmer than Kris (or Heart) ever heard before spoke.
“Ya know, he practically threw all rationality unconsciously into me. In here. With Lumiere and the others.”
“A-ah! I thought you-“
“Sorry, but I’m done contemplating.” The voice remained resolute. “I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt, since there’s no way they knew that information.”
[Under any other circumstance, getting one’s innocence cleared would have been a relief to the accused, and yet, this statement is met with silence from the previously guilty party. It is not like it has not seen the screenshots of those Tumblr messages either. If anything, viewing them made it suspicious of the anonymous user just as it had everyone else aside from the young captain, something which the past Wizard Kings and the new soul fragment find out and take note of thanks to the shard’s memory transfer properties. But this only serves to bring up the question: why has it become quiet?]
[But before the little soul can mutter up another word, its prison has already arrived at the front desk to ask whether there is a hearth or not. Sadly, there is not one in the building, at least not since the lobby walls had undergone renovations several months ago. However, to the group’s luck, one of the hotel’s chefs happened to be passing by, a Pansear on his shoulder, a Pokemon known to like helping people. Under the condition that the thorns are burned outside, the elemental monkey wastes no time using Ember, proud of herself at first only to notice that these bizarre barbs are taking a while to disintegrate.]
“Paprika, ça va?”
[The fiery primate then turns towards her master, looking startled and pointing to the thorns she just burned with her mitten-like paws. Confused, the chef looks over to see whatever is the matter, only to find what looks like a melting puddle of something akin to red-colored goop, and underneath it all appears to be strange devices. They look either like syringes or screws, although it is rather hard to tell given their small size and even if they were not, the flames have already embraced these miniature machines as kindling material.]
“Excusez-moi, if it is not a bother, may I ask where you have found these tiny things that have frightened my dear Flamajou?”
[Of course, this staff member does not want to intrude on the kid's life too much, ensuring to remain polite as do the Camphrier’s residents. Though it makes sense that a bit of anxiety would still linger in the crisp, night air given recent events in the region. Meanwhile, the kid in question is just as alarmed as everyone else, with the heart they hold inside being horrified by this new development, its voice once again chiming in.]
[And as if there was not enough developments and distress the group had to deal with tonight already, it refused to keep its trap shut for at least another day longer regarding the mess it got itself into, almost as if finally accepting that being all alone is going be an inevitability, both due to the eventual fate of these blogs and having to deal with the consequences of its past actions.]
“... Some of the stuff that anonymous user has been saying about me is... true.”
[It takes a minute for the wayward soul to compose itself to tell much of its long tale at long last, knowing full well that it will not garner sympathy by the time that it is finished, and as its cage starts heading back to their room, the shard still held tightly in their hand, this is what it had to say.]
“During the beginning of my third life, I had found someone who was severely injured in the middle of Viridian Forest, and not knowing his reasoning for not going to the hospital at the time I... “saved” right there and then, hoping to come back with a healing item from another world. The other time I had tried to... turn back the clock was when three girls were in danger from that Pokemon world’s version of Lysandre, one of them being minutes away from being... being... r-regardless, neither of these attempts were successful, I swear! I was s-stopped by some degree or another by those... “higher-level beings” that this anon is l-likely referring to before things ever got to that point.”
....you SAVED and LOADED? ...well at least it wasn't for any unsavory reasons....what was it that wasn't successful, Lysandre's attempt at wiping the slate clean? Or something else?
"Well, neither "loads" during these two instances were successful since that's what I was prevented from doing in the first place. So... if we're talking about Lysandre in particular, things... went to shit. One of the girls was powered by that Pokemon world's Xerneas, and this combined with the Legend evading their capture has likely put his plans on hold for now, however... not e-everyone made it out... a-another girl... she was... was..."
"To be honest, I had gotten desperate to the point that had this been kept under wraps for any longer, it’s possible I could’ve done something even more drastic. However... the consequences of my past time altering attempts caught up with me before I could’ve done anything more, and it wasn’t the 'higher beings' who were mad at me. In reality, they didn’t really care that much about what I was doing like I thought they'd be and at worst they were annoyed. No... this and other reasons that were on me was when folks who were previously doing their damnedest to help me decided it was better to cut ties.
I really didn’t help my case either, all I had done was dig my grave, and on top of that... I also got banished to the void for several months as another repercussion, the decision of a Dialga and Palkia that... literally left me in broken pieces. It took me a long while to finally realize the gravity of what I was doing and why people were suddenly turning against me. While I have my own suspicions about my perpetrator, enough to suspect that they aren’t the good guy here... that doesn’t change the fact that a lot of this was still my own undoing.
... I won't fault anyone here if you decide that it's better to end things between us, or if... it's decided that I should receive judgement for my sins.”
.......you already served your penance, in my opinion. Being forced to fight us against your will, your power actually being abused against your will...I think, if you can remember any of it...it's a good lesson. And, y'know...I think I still owe you for saving me from the Knight. ...okay this is gonna be weird but wholesome in practice but I'ma hug myself and imagine I'm hugging you and Kieran's soul fragment.
[... What? Does this so-called judge not understand the severity of what it has done? Does he not realize that it has not learned a thing and will only regress? Stricter action must be taken, even a death penalty should have been on the table, will anyone wake up to that fact? Not to mention no one has asked about the rest of that... anonymous tipster's claims.]
"Well, if none of you mind, I could explain the rest to you all now. Although... it does seem like it's gotten pretty late."
[And ideally by the time this thing does "explain itself," the others would have grown smart to not fall for its ploy. Perhaps resting up for the night would also help clear their heads and make them realize that they are making a grave mistake siding with the anomaly.]
The voice chuckles, as the person speaking introduces himself.
“It appears so. I am Lumiere Silvamillion Clover, the first Wizard King and the creator of this blade.”
Then a pause. Lumiere chuckles nervously.
“Er- at least a shard of what was once Elsdocia. This is one of many shards, but you are aware of that.” Then the prince’s voice shifted to something serious. “Now… about this Heart. Kieran of the Silver Eagles has told us of what transpired from his viewpoint, but many of the others, including myself, want to know more. Care to indulge us?”
[While the cage is now in complete control of themself, particularly after this “Heart” realizes that it will be stuck in their body for a long while, the shard they hold nonetheless hears its voice for the first time, with nothing but profuse apologies from what sounds like yet another teenager.]
Heh. That’s Heart. And uh…we are currently sharing a body. Because of that…wretched other soul. If there’s one that needs to be gotten rid of it’s that one…
(Kris visibly relaxes.)
Look. Kieran’s planning something REALLY bullheaded, and that thorn is helping him along. Sea sent you to me to try and show that Heart’s not the threat.
Alright, so, apparently Kieran made some sort of pact with the people who made the sword, I think…and…I dunno, Sea sent this shard to me so I can prove that you’re not a threat? Because if a few of the ones in the sword change their mind…it could start a chain reaction. Sorry if I didn’t…explain it too well.
“I am the only one here who made this blade.” Lumiere clarifies. “Edward and some others quite honestly gave you the benefit of the doubt. I’m not sure what to think, now that we’re meeting.”
“As for the agreement… it’s in line with our duty as Wizard Kings. Or was.”
“No unnecessary harm will come to the Clover Kingdom, its citizens , and anyone else uninvolved in the process of eliminating that thing. He swore on his pride as the Vice Captain of the Silver Eagles.”
“... Unnecessary harm... wait. Crap! I nearly forgot! Before I arrived, I was trying to warn Kieran about that thorn! Oh no no no no no, you think we can still tell him what’s going on?”
“Even the soul fragment of him here doesn’t know what’s goung on with his main soul. But he’s saying sorry repeatedly, and something about being so gullible..”
“Considering it’s placement… I doubt we have any good ideas.”
“F̶͖̿Ú̴͉C̷̟̑K̶̢͋!̷̟̕ That bastard’s already taken over him!”
[One more, its voice distorts, clearly panicked about the boy’s well-being but knowing it cannot do anything to intervene, not yet at least.]
“Ok ok, I propose that we try to burn these things. This town’s Camphrier, right? One of these old buildings has got to have a hearth, maybe even this hotel does?”
...not quite. As far as I know, it's still masquerading as a benefactor. Meaning there's still time before the roots grow....like they almost did to...
(Kris sighs. They still can't bring themselves to say HER name. Not after they were forced to hurt her the way they did.)
Point is, there's still a chance. So...I'll go ask if there's a hearth.
A familiar voice, yet younger and more calmer than Kris (or Heart) ever heard before spoke.
“Ya know, he practically threw all rationality unconsciously into me. In here. With Lumiere and the others.”
“A-ah! I thought you-“
“Sorry, but I’m done contemplating.” The voice remained resolute. “I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt, since there’s no way they knew that information.”
[Under any other circumstance, getting one’s innocence cleared would have been a relief to the accused, and yet, this statement is met with silence from the previously guilty party. It is not like it has not seen the screenshots of those Tumblr messages either. If anything, viewing them made it suspicious of the anonymous user just as it had everyone else aside from the young captain, something which the past Wizard Kings and the new soul fragment find out and take note of thanks to the shard’s memory transfer properties. But this only serves to bring up the question: why has it become quiet?]
[But before the little soul can mutter up another word, its prison has already arrived at the front desk to ask whether there is a hearth or not. Sadly, there is not one in the building, at least not since the lobby walls had undergone renovations several months ago. However, to the group’s luck, one of the hotel’s chefs happened to be passing by, a Pansear on his shoulder, a Pokemon known to like helping people. Under the condition that the thorns are burned outside, the elemental monkey wastes no time using Ember, proud of herself at first only to notice that these bizarre barbs are taking a while to disintegrate.]
“Paprika, ça va?”
[The fiery primate then turns towards her master, looking startled and pointing to the thorns she just burned with her mitten-like paws. Confused, the chef looks over to see whatever is the matter, only to find what looks like a melting puddle of something akin to red-colored goop, and underneath it all appears to be strange devices. They look either like syringes or screws, although it is rather hard to tell given their small size and even if they were not, the flames have already embraced these miniature machines as kindling material.]
“Excusez-moi, if it is not a bother, may I ask where you have found these tiny things that have frightened my dear Flamajou?”
[Of course, this staff member does not want to intrude on the kid's life too much, ensuring to remain polite as do the Camphrier’s residents. Though it makes sense that a bit of anxiety would still linger in the crisp, night air given recent events in the region. Meanwhile, the kid in question is just as alarmed as everyone else, with the heart they hold inside being horrified by this new development, its voice once again chiming in.]
[And as if there was not enough developments and distress the group had to deal with tonight already, it refused to keep its trap shut for at least another day longer regarding the mess it got itself into, almost as if finally accepting that being all alone is going be an inevitability, both due to the eventual fate of these blogs and having to deal with the consequences of its past actions.]
“... Some of the stuff that anonymous user has been saying about me is... true.”
[It takes a minute for the wayward soul to compose itself to tell much of its long tale at long last, knowing full well that it will not garner sympathy by the time that it is finished, and as its cage starts heading back to their room, the shard still held tightly in their hand, this is what it had to say.]
“During the beginning of my third life, I had found someone who was severely injured in the middle of Viridian Forest, and not knowing his reasoning for not going to the hospital at the time I... “saved” right there and then, hoping to come back with a healing item from another world. The other time I had tried to... turn back the clock was when three girls were in danger from that Pokemon world’s version of Lysandre, one of them being minutes away from being... being... r-regardless, neither of these attempts were successful, I swear! I was s-stopped by some degree or another by those... “higher-level beings” that this anon is l-likely referring to before things ever got to that point.”
....you SAVED and LOADED? ...well at least it wasn't for any unsavory reasons....what was it that wasn't successful, Lysandre's attempt at wiping the slate clean? Or something else?
"Well, neither "loads" during these two instances were successful since that's what I was prevented from doing in the first place. So... if we're talking about Lysandre in particular, things... went to shit. One of the girls was powered by that Pokemon world's Xerneas, and this combined with the Legend evading their capture has likely put his plans on hold for now, however... not e-everyone made it out... a-another girl... she was... was..."
"To be honest, I had gotten desperate to the point that had this been kept under wraps for any longer, it’s possible I could’ve done something even more drastic. However... the consequences of my past time altering attempts caught up with me before I could’ve done anything more, and it wasn’t the 'higher beings' who were mad at me. In reality, they didn’t really care that much about what I was doing like I thought they'd be and at worst they were annoyed. No... this and other reasons that were on me was when folks who were previously doing their damnedest to help me decided it was better to cut ties.
I really didn’t help my case either, all I had done was dig my grave, and on top of that... I also got banished to the void for several months as another repercussion, the decision of a Dialga and Palkia that... literally left me in broken pieces. It took me a long while to finally realize the gravity of what I was doing and why people were suddenly turning against me. While I have my own suspicions about my perpetrator, enough to suspect that they aren’t the good guy here... that doesn’t change the fact that a lot of this was still my own undoing.
... I won't fault anyone here if you decide that it's better to end things between us, or if... it's decided that I should receive judgement for my sins.”
.......you already served your penance, in my opinion. Being forced to fight us against your will, your power actually being abused against your will...I think, if you can remember any of it...it's a good lesson. And, y'know...I think I still owe you for saving me from the Knight. ...okay this is gonna be weird but wholesome in practice but I'ma hug myself and imagine I'm hugging you and Kieran's soul fragment.
[... What? Does this so-called judge not understand the severity of what it has done? Does he not realize that it has not learned a thing and will only regress? Stricter action must be taken, even a death penalty should have been on the table, will anyone wake up to that fact? Not to mention no one has asked about the rest of that... anonymous tipster's claims.]
“As expected of Vinnie and Quasartico. Gets things done fast, no matter the universe.” They tug at Sans’ hoodie, signing (again in the Underground’s sign), ‘Go ahead and tell him we’re on our way’ then Frisk says verbally, “Then let’s go.”
Sans soon took his own shortcut. Strangely enough, Frisk did not go with him.
Volo follows "...I take it you know something about that? I've been feeling watched for a while since we got to lumiose. I just assumed that I was getting looks because of my similarities to Cynthia"
"I see..." Volo goes silent clearly in deep thought.
After a few minutes of silence Volo speaks again "You think I can ask Everly for a... favor regarding her soul trait? Aurora might hate me for it, but I'd rather be hated then her getting hurt"
"Right...I just..." Volo takes a moment. "I hoped that Everly could hold Aurora back from jumping in should the 'opportunity' arise. She already struggles with her inability to not help others that if she steps in... she may never relax. Her memory problem gets worse with stress."
“I never said ‘give them Giga Impact’! I said amp up their moveset!” Frisk groans, seeing the TM on the skeleton’s hand. They were also equally exasperated.
"I think i saw my life flash before my eyes when that giga impact came our way. I really need to get back at tauine for all those pranks shes pulled"
"Oh good its over." Volo pulls out healing items and uses them on both the bayleef and croconaw. "You think I'll get in trouble for healing the dedenne?" He asks
Vinnie shakes his head "we would prefer to know what our dedenne are caplable of." he returns the greeting. then he turns to Volo and Urbain. "Good you're here let's talk over here" he says as he starts walking towards the battle court
"Right" Vinnie nods. "Mr. Shirona, you have the absol you faced a sometime ago with you yes?"
"How did you know?"
"it's our job to know. Regardless, you faced off rouge mega evolution and proved yourself strong and we would like the help of Team MZ. In order to do that however, you have to be a higher rank. originally both of you were going to face off against me individually but a change has been made. Both of you will face off against Frisk and I and should you succeed you will both be bumped up to the proper rank"
“Good to know. Meet me at the court once you’re ready.” Frisk adjusted the pin as they walked off
Sans warns them both.
“welp. ya know sapphire and ruby. but they’ve got one more they didn’t use. guess they’ll lead with the that one. good luck. that ‘mon’s an alpha and knows how to gain tension points.”
right after Posideon also falls having used all his energy before he hits the ground he is recalled and Volo looks incredibly proud "Thank you for giving it everything you had" he says to the pokeball and he puts it away. "Protea let's give Flame some help shall we?" he sends out bayleef "Giga drain on houndoom!"
Protea moves very fast and hits red before Vinnie can react and red faints. "Huh well your bayleef is fast. let's see how well you do up against my sharpedo Wavebreaker!" and a sharpedo is sent out
Flame got hit with the Chilling water and is very clearly hurt but he is still standing. "Flame use-" Urbain is interrupted as Flame uses Roll out on florges again "that's right, I can't believe I forgot!"
"You forgot that pokemon get fixated on using rollout!?" Volo asks before quickly turning back to Protea "Protea use disarming voice on both Wavebreaker and Sapphire!"
Wavebreaker is hit and almost goes down but stays conscious "Use Aqua jet on Flame!" Wavebreaker tries but misses Flame.
The moonblast hits protea and she looks hurt. "Quick protea Giga drain Wavebreaker!" Pretea makes her move and drains Wavebreaker of the last of his energy and he faints.
"...Smart move Mr. Shirona. let's see how well you deal with Jumper" a buneary is sent out
Vinnie looks towards sans questioningly but returns his focus on the battle "Jumper use Quick attack on Flame!" The buneary hit's flame and flame is suddenly no longer fixated on Rollout and dodges out of the way of the solar blade just barely
"Oh Heck yeah that knocked some sense back in ya Flame use Flame wheel on Jumper!"
It's too close to dodge and Balze goes down. He is recalled "Good job Blaze rest now"
"Give it all you've got oracle!" Volo sends out his absol. "You ready?" he asks the absol gives a nod and Volo mega evolves her. "Alright Oracle use Arieal ace on Ruby!"
"One more thunder on wise one Sparks!"
"Dodge and use-" Vinnie tries but it's too late the thunder hits and Drampa faints.
The voice chuckles, as the person speaking introduces himself.
“It appears so. I am Lumiere Silvamillion Clover, the first Wizard King and the creator of this blade.”
Then a pause. Lumiere chuckles nervously.
“Er- at least a shard of what was once Elsdocia. This is one of many shards, but you are aware of that.” Then the prince’s voice shifted to something serious. “Now… about this Heart. Kieran of the Silver Eagles has told us of what transpired from his viewpoint, but many of the others, including myself, want to know more. Care to indulge us?”
[While the cage is now in complete control of themself, particularly after this “Heart” realizes that it will be stuck in their body for a long while, the shard they hold nonetheless hears its voice for the first time, with nothing but profuse apologies from what sounds like yet another teenager.]
Heh. That’s Heart. And uh…we are currently sharing a body. Because of that…wretched other soul. If there’s one that needs to be gotten rid of it’s that one…
(Kris visibly relaxes.)
Look. Kieran’s planning something REALLY bullheaded, and that thorn is helping him along. Sea sent you to me to try and show that Heart’s not the threat.
Alright, so, apparently Kieran made some sort of pact with the people who made the sword, I think…and…I dunno, Sea sent this shard to me so I can prove that you’re not a threat? Because if a few of the ones in the sword change their mind…it could start a chain reaction. Sorry if I didn’t…explain it too well.
“I am the only one here who made this blade.” Lumiere clarifies. “Edward and some others quite honestly gave you the benefit of the doubt. I’m not sure what to think, now that we’re meeting.”
“As for the agreement… it’s in line with our duty as Wizard Kings. Or was.”
“No unnecessary harm will come to the Clover Kingdom, its citizens , and anyone else uninvolved in the process of eliminating that thing. He swore on his pride as the Vice Captain of the Silver Eagles.”
“... Unnecessary harm... wait. Crap! I nearly forgot! Before I arrived, I was trying to warn Kieran about that thorn! Oh no no no no no, you think we can still tell him what’s going on?”
“Even the soul fragment of him here doesn’t know what’s goung on with his main soul. But he’s saying sorry repeatedly, and something about being so gullible..”
“Considering it’s placement… I doubt we have any good ideas.”
“F̶͖̿Ú̴͉C̷̟̑K̶̢͋!̷̟̕ That bastard’s already taken over him!”
[One more, its voice distorts, clearly panicked about the boy’s well-being but knowing it cannot do anything to intervene, not yet at least.]
“Ok ok, I propose that we try to burn these things. This town’s Camphrier, right? One of these old buildings has got to have a hearth, maybe even this hotel does?”
...not quite. As far as I know, it's still masquerading as a benefactor. Meaning there's still time before the roots grow....like they almost did to...
(Kris sighs. They still can't bring themselves to say HER name. Not after they were forced to hurt her the way they did.)
Point is, there's still a chance. So...I'll go ask if there's a hearth.
A familiar voice, yet younger and more calmer than Kris (or Heart) ever heard before spoke.
“Ya know, he practically threw all rationality unconsciously into me. In here. With Lumiere and the others.”
“A-ah! I thought you-“
“Sorry, but I’m done contemplating.” The voice remained resolute. “I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt, since there’s no way they knew that information.”
[Under any other circumstance, getting one’s innocence cleared would have been a relief to the accused, and yet, this statement is met with silence from the previously guilty party. It is not like it has not seen the screenshots of those Tumblr messages either. If anything, viewing them made it suspicious of the anonymous user just as it had everyone else aside from the young captain, something which the past Wizard Kings and the new soul fragment find out and take note of thanks to the shard’s memory transfer properties. But this only serves to bring up the question: why has it become quiet?]
[But before the little soul can mutter up another word, its prison has already arrived at the front desk to ask whether there is a hearth or not. Sadly, there is not one in the building, at least not since the lobby walls had undergone renovations several months ago. However, to the group’s luck, one of the hotel’s chefs happened to be passing by, a Pansear on his shoulder, a Pokemon known to like helping people. Under the condition that the thorns are burned outside, the elemental monkey wastes no time using Ember, proud of herself at first only to notice that these bizarre barbs are taking a while to disintegrate.]
“Paprika, ça va?”
[The fiery primate then turns towards her master, looking startled and pointing to the thorns she just burned with her mitten-like paws. Confused, the chef looks over to see whatever is the matter, only to find what looks like a melting puddle of something akin to red-colored goop, and underneath it all appears to be strange devices. They look either like syringes or screws, although it is rather hard to tell given their small size and even if they were not, the flames have already embraced these miniature machines as kindling material.]
“Excusez-moi, if it is not a bother, may I ask where you have found these tiny things that have frightened my dear Flamajou?”
[Of course, this staff member does not want to intrude on the kid's life too much, ensuring to remain polite as do the Camphrier’s residents. Though it makes sense that a bit of anxiety would still linger in the crisp, night air given recent events in the region. Meanwhile, the kid in question is just as alarmed as everyone else, with the heart they hold inside being horrified by this new development, its voice once again chiming in.]
[And as if there was not enough developments and distress the group had to deal with tonight already, it refused to keep its trap shut for at least another day longer regarding the mess it got itself into, almost as if finally accepting that being all alone is going be an inevitability, both due to the eventual fate of these blogs and having to deal with the consequences of its past actions.]
“... Some of the stuff that anonymous user has been saying about me is... true.”
[It takes a minute for the wayward soul to compose itself to tell much of its long tale at long last, knowing full well that it will not garner sympathy by the time that it is finished, and as its cage starts heading back to their room, the shard still held tightly in their hand, this is what it had to say.]
“During the beginning of my third life, I had found someone who was severely injured in the middle of Viridian Forest, and not knowing his reasoning for not going to the hospital at the time I... “saved” right there and then, hoping to come back with a healing item from another world. The other time I had tried to... turn back the clock was when three girls were in danger from that Pokemon world’s version of Lysandre, one of them being minutes away from being... being... r-regardless, neither of these attempts were successful, I swear! I was s-stopped by some degree or another by those... “higher-level beings” that this anon is l-likely referring to before things ever got to that point.”
....you SAVED and LOADED? ...well at least it wasn't for any unsavory reasons....what was it that wasn't successful, Lysandre's attempt at wiping the slate clean? Or something else?
"Well, neither "loads" during these two instances were successful since that's what I was prevented from doing in the first place. So... if we're talking about Lysandre in particular, things... went to shit. One of the girls was powered by that Pokemon world's Xerneas, and this combined with the Legend evading their capture has likely put his plans on hold for now, however... not e-everyone made it out... a-another girl... she was... was..."
"To be honest, I had gotten desperate to the point that had this been kept under wraps for any longer, it’s possible I could’ve done something even more drastic. However... the consequences of my past time altering attempts caught up with me before I could’ve done anything more, and it wasn’t the 'higher beings' who were mad at me. In reality, they didn’t really care that much about what I was doing like I thought they'd be and at worst they were annoyed. No... this and other reasons that were on me was when folks who were previously doing their damnedest to help me decided it was better to cut ties.
I really didn’t help my case either, all I had done was dig my grave, and on top of that... I also got banished to the void for several months as another repercussion, the decision of a Dialga and Palkia that... literally left me in broken pieces. It took me a long while to finally realize the gravity of what I was doing and why people were suddenly turning against me. While I have my own suspicions about my perpetrator, enough to suspect that they aren’t the good guy here... that doesn’t change the fact that a lot of this was still my own undoing.
... I won't fault anyone here if you decide that it's better to end things between us, or if... it's decided that I should receive judgement for my sins.”
.......you already served your penance, in my opinion. Being forced to fight us against your will, your power actually being abused against your will...I think, if you can remember any of it...it's a good lesson. And, y'know...I think I still owe you for saving me from the Knight. ...okay this is gonna be weird but wholesome in practice but I'ma hug myself and imagine I'm hugging you and Kieran's soul fragment.
The voice chuckles, as the person speaking introduces himself.
“It appears so. I am Lumiere Silvamillion Clover, the first Wizard King and the creator of this blade.”
Then a pause. Lumiere chuckles nervously.
“Er- at least a shard of what was once Elsdocia. This is one of many shards, but you are aware of that.” Then the prince’s voice shifted to something serious. “Now… about this Heart. Kieran of the Silver Eagles has told us of what transpired from his viewpoint, but many of the others, including myself, want to know more. Care to indulge us?”
[While the cage is now in complete control of themself, particularly after this “Heart” realizes that it will be stuck in their body for a long while, the shard they hold nonetheless hears its voice for the first time, with nothing but profuse apologies from what sounds like yet another teenager.]
Heh. That’s Heart. And uh…we are currently sharing a body. Because of that…wretched other soul. If there’s one that needs to be gotten rid of it’s that one…
(Kris visibly relaxes.)
Look. Kieran’s planning something REALLY bullheaded, and that thorn is helping him along. Sea sent you to me to try and show that Heart’s not the threat.
Alright, so, apparently Kieran made some sort of pact with the people who made the sword, I think…and…I dunno, Sea sent this shard to me so I can prove that you’re not a threat? Because if a few of the ones in the sword change their mind…it could start a chain reaction. Sorry if I didn’t…explain it too well.
“I am the only one here who made this blade.” Lumiere clarifies. “Edward and some others quite honestly gave you the benefit of the doubt. I’m not sure what to think, now that we’re meeting.”
“As for the agreement… it’s in line with our duty as Wizard Kings. Or was.”
“No unnecessary harm will come to the Clover Kingdom, its citizens , and anyone else uninvolved in the process of eliminating that thing. He swore on his pride as the Vice Captain of the Silver Eagles.”
“... Unnecessary harm... wait. Crap! I nearly forgot! Before I arrived, I was trying to warn Kieran about that thorn! Oh no no no no no, you think we can still tell him what’s going on?”
“Even the soul fragment of him here doesn’t know what’s goung on with his main soul. But he’s saying sorry repeatedly, and something about being so gullible..”
“Considering it’s placement… I doubt we have any good ideas.”
“F̶͖̿Ú̴͉C̷̟̑K̶̢͋!̷̟̕ That bastard’s already taken over him!”
[One more, its voice distorts, clearly panicked about the boy’s well-being but knowing it cannot do anything to intervene, not yet at least.]
“Ok ok, I propose that we try to burn these things. This town’s Camphrier, right? One of these old buildings has got to have a hearth, maybe even this hotel does?”
...not quite. As far as I know, it's still masquerading as a benefactor. Meaning there's still time before the roots grow....like they almost did to...
(Kris sighs. They still can't bring themselves to say HER name. Not after they were forced to hurt her the way they did.)
Point is, there's still a chance. So...I'll go ask if there's a hearth.
A familiar voice, yet younger and more calmer than Kris (or Heart) ever heard before spoke.
“Ya know, he practically threw all rationality unconsciously into me. In here. With Lumiere and the others.”
“A-ah! I thought you-“
“Sorry, but I’m done contemplating.” The voice remained resolute. “I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt, since there’s no way they knew that information.”
[Under any other circumstance, getting one’s innocence cleared would have been a relief to the accused, and yet, this statement is met with silence from the previously guilty party. It is not like it has not seen the screenshots of those Tumblr messages either. If anything, viewing them made it suspicious of the anonymous user just as it had everyone else aside from the young captain, something which the past Wizard Kings and the new soul fragment find out and take note of thanks to the shard’s memory transfer properties. But this only serves to bring up the question: why has it become quiet?]
[But before the little soul can mutter up another word, its prison has already arrived at the front desk to ask whether there is a hearth or not. Sadly, there is not one in the building, at least not since the lobby walls had undergone renovations several months ago. However, to the group’s luck, one of the hotel’s chefs happened to be passing by, a Pansear on his shoulder, a Pokemon known to like helping people. Under the condition that the thorns are burned outside, the elemental monkey wastes no time using Ember, proud of herself at first only to notice that these bizarre barbs are taking a while to disintegrate.]
“Paprika, ça va?”
[The fiery primate then turns towards her master, looking startled and pointing to the thorns she just burned with her mitten-like paws. Confused, the chef looks over to see whatever is the matter, only to find what looks like a melting puddle of something akin to red-colored goop, and underneath it all appears to be strange devices. They look either like syringes or screws, although it is rather hard to tell given their small size and even if they were not, the flames have already embraced these miniature machines as kindling material.]
“Excusez-moi, if it is not a bother, may I ask where you have found these tiny things that have frightened my dear Flamajou?”
[Of course, this staff member does not want to intrude on the kid's life too much, ensuring to remain polite as do the Camphrier’s residents. Though it makes sense that a bit of anxiety would still linger in the crisp, night air given recent events in the region. Meanwhile, the kid in question is just as alarmed as everyone else, with the heart they hold inside being horrified by this new development, its voice once again chiming in.]
[And as if there was not enough developments and distress the group had to deal with tonight already, it refused to keep its trap shut for at least another day longer regarding the mess it got itself into, almost as if finally accepting that being all alone is going be an inevitability, both due to the eventual fate of these blogs and having to deal with the consequences of its past actions.]
“... Some of the stuff that anonymous user has been saying about me is... true.”
[It takes a minute for the wayward soul to compose itself to tell much of its long tale at long last, knowing full well that it will not garner sympathy by the time that it is finished, and as its cage starts heading back to their room, the shard still held tightly in their hand, this is what it had to say.]
“During the beginning of my third life, I had found someone who was severely injured in the middle of Viridian Forest, and not knowing his reasoning for not going to the hospital at the time I... “saved” right there and then, hoping to come back with a healing item from another world. The other time I had tried to... turn back the clock was when three girls were in danger from that Pokemon world’s version of Lysandre, one of them being minutes away from being... being... r-regardless, neither of these attempts were successful, I swear! I was s-stopped by some degree or another by those... “higher-level beings” that this anon is l-likely referring to before things ever got to that point.”
....you SAVED and LOADED? ...well at least it wasn't for any unsavory reasons....what was it that wasn't successful, Lysandre's attempt at wiping the slate clean? Or something else?
"Well, neither "loads" during these two instances were successful since that's what I was prevented from doing in the first place. So... if we're talking about Lysandre in particular, things... went to shit. One of the girls was powered by that Pokemon world's Xerneas, and this combined with the Legend evading their capture has likely put his plans on hold for now, however... not e-everyone made it out... a-another girl... she was... was..."
The voice chuckles, as the person speaking introduces himself.
“It appears so. I am Lumiere Silvamillion Clover, the first Wizard King and the creator of this blade.”
Then a pause. Lumiere chuckles nervously.
“Er- at least a shard of what was once Elsdocia. This is one of many shards, but you are aware of that.” Then the prince’s voice shifted to something serious. “Now… about this Heart. Kieran of the Silver Eagles has told us of what transpired from his viewpoint, but many of the others, including myself, want to know more. Care to indulge us?”
[While the cage is now in complete control of themself, particularly after this “Heart” realizes that it will be stuck in their body for a long while, the shard they hold nonetheless hears its voice for the first time, with nothing but profuse apologies from what sounds like yet another teenager.]
Heh. That’s Heart. And uh…we are currently sharing a body. Because of that…wretched other soul. If there’s one that needs to be gotten rid of it’s that one…
(Kris visibly relaxes.)
Look. Kieran’s planning something REALLY bullheaded, and that thorn is helping him along. Sea sent you to me to try and show that Heart’s not the threat.
Alright, so, apparently Kieran made some sort of pact with the people who made the sword, I think…and…I dunno, Sea sent this shard to me so I can prove that you’re not a threat? Because if a few of the ones in the sword change their mind…it could start a chain reaction. Sorry if I didn’t…explain it too well.
“I am the only one here who made this blade.” Lumiere clarifies. “Edward and some others quite honestly gave you the benefit of the doubt. I’m not sure what to think, now that we’re meeting.”
“As for the agreement… it’s in line with our duty as Wizard Kings. Or was.”
“No unnecessary harm will come to the Clover Kingdom, its citizens , and anyone else uninvolved in the process of eliminating that thing. He swore on his pride as the Vice Captain of the Silver Eagles.”
“... Unnecessary harm... wait. Crap! I nearly forgot! Before I arrived, I was trying to warn Kieran about that thorn! Oh no no no no no, you think we can still tell him what’s going on?”
“Even the soul fragment of him here doesn’t know what’s goung on with his main soul. But he’s saying sorry repeatedly, and something about being so gullible..”
“Considering it’s placement… I doubt we have any good ideas.”
“F̶͖̿Ú̴͉C̷̟̑K̶̢͋!̷̟̕ That bastard’s already taken over him!”
[One more, its voice distorts, clearly panicked about the boy’s well-being but knowing it cannot do anything to intervene, not yet at least.]
“Ok ok, I propose that we try to burn these things. This town’s Camphrier, right? One of these old buildings has got to have a hearth, maybe even this hotel does?”
...not quite. As far as I know, it's still masquerading as a benefactor. Meaning there's still time before the roots grow....like they almost did to...
(Kris sighs. They still can't bring themselves to say HER name. Not after they were forced to hurt her the way they did.)
Point is, there's still a chance. So...I'll go ask if there's a hearth.
A familiar voice, yet younger and more calmer than Kris (or Heart) ever heard before spoke.
“Ya know, he practically threw all rationality unconsciously into me. In here. With Lumiere and the others.”
“A-ah! I thought you-“
“Sorry, but I’m done contemplating.” The voice remained resolute. “I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt, since there’s no way they knew that information.”
[Under any other circumstance, getting one’s innocence cleared would have been a relief to the accused, and yet, this statement is met with silence from the previously guilty party. It is not like it has not seen the screenshots of those Tumblr messages either. If anything, viewing them made it suspicious of the anonymous user just as it had everyone else aside from the young captain, something which the past Wizard Kings and the new soul fragment find out and take note of thanks to the shard’s memory transfer properties. But this only serves to bring up the question: why has it become quiet?]
[But before the little soul can mutter up another word, its prison has already arrived at the front desk to ask whether there is a hearth or not. Sadly, there is not one in the building, at least not since the lobby walls had undergone renovations several months ago. However, to the group’s luck, one of the hotel’s chefs happened to be passing by, a Pansear on his shoulder, a Pokemon known to like helping people. Under the condition that the thorns are burned outside, the elemental monkey wastes no time using Ember, proud of herself at first only to notice that these bizarre barbs are taking a while to disintegrate.]
“Paprika, ça va?”
[The fiery primate then turns towards her master, looking startled and pointing to the thorns she just burned with her mitten-like paws. Confused, the chef looks over to see whatever is the matter, only to find what looks like a melting puddle of something akin to red-colored goop, and underneath it all appears to be strange devices. They look either like syringes or screws, although it is rather hard to tell given their small size and even if they were not, the flames have already embraced these miniature machines as kindling material.]
“Excusez-moi, if it is not a bother, may I ask where you have found these tiny things that have frightened my dear Flamajou?”
[Of course, this staff member does not want to intrude on the kid's life too much, ensuring to remain polite as do the Camphrier’s residents. Though it makes sense that a bit of anxiety would still linger in the crisp, night air given recent events in the region. Meanwhile, the kid in question is just as alarmed as everyone else, with the heart they hold inside being horrified by this new development, its voice once again chiming in.]
[And as if there was not enough developments and distress the group had to deal with tonight already, it refused to keep its trap shut for at least another day longer regarding the mess it got itself into, almost as if finally accepting that being all alone is going be an inevitability, both due to the eventual fate of these blogs and having to deal with the consequences of its past actions.]
“... Some of the stuff that anonymous user has been saying about me is... true.”
[It takes a minute for the wayward soul to compose itself to tell much of its long tale at long last, knowing full well that it will not garner sympathy by the time that it is finished, and as its cage starts heading back to their room, the shard still held tightly in their hand, this is what it had to say.]
“During the beginning of my third life, I had found someone who was severely injured in the middle of Viridian Forest, and not knowing his reasoning for not going to the hospital at the time I... “saved” right there and then, hoping to come back with a healing item from another world. The other time I had tried to... turn back the clock was when three girls were in danger from that Pokemon world’s version of Lysandre, one of them being minutes away from being... being... r-regardless, neither of these attempts were successful, I swear! I was s-stopped by some degree or another by those... “higher-level beings” that this anon is l-likely referring to before things ever got to that point.”
....you SAVED and LOADED? ...well at least it wasn't for any unsavory reasons....what was it that wasn't successful, Lysandre's attempt at wiping the slate clean? Or something else?
The voice chuckles, as the person speaking introduces himself.
“It appears so. I am Lumiere Silvamillion Clover, the first Wizard King and the creator of this blade.”
Then a pause. Lumiere chuckles nervously.
“Er- at least a shard of what was once Elsdocia. This is one of many shards, but you are aware of that.” Then the prince’s voice shifted to something serious. “Now… about this Heart. Kieran of the Silver Eagles has told us of what transpired from his viewpoint, but many of the others, including myself, want to know more. Care to indulge us?”
[While the cage is now in complete control of themself, particularly after this “Heart” realizes that it will be stuck in their body for a long while, the shard they hold nonetheless hears its voice for the first time, with nothing but profuse apologies from what sounds like yet another teenager.]
Heh. That’s Heart. And uh…we are currently sharing a body. Because of that…wretched other soul. If there’s one that needs to be gotten rid of it’s that one…
(Kris visibly relaxes.)
Look. Kieran’s planning something REALLY bullheaded, and that thorn is helping him along. Sea sent you to me to try and show that Heart’s not the threat.
Alright, so, apparently Kieran made some sort of pact with the people who made the sword, I think…and…I dunno, Sea sent this shard to me so I can prove that you’re not a threat? Because if a few of the ones in the sword change their mind…it could start a chain reaction. Sorry if I didn’t…explain it too well.
“I am the only one here who made this blade.” Lumiere clarifies. “Edward and some others quite honestly gave you the benefit of the doubt. I’m not sure what to think, now that we’re meeting.”
“As for the agreement… it’s in line with our duty as Wizard Kings. Or was.”
“No unnecessary harm will come to the Clover Kingdom, its citizens , and anyone else uninvolved in the process of eliminating that thing. He swore on his pride as the Vice Captain of the Silver Eagles.”
“... Unnecessary harm... wait. Crap! I nearly forgot! Before I arrived, I was trying to warn Kieran about that thorn! Oh no no no no no, you think we can still tell him what’s going on?”
“Even the soul fragment of him here doesn’t know what’s goung on with his main soul. But he’s saying sorry repeatedly, and something about being so gullible..”
“Considering it’s placement… I doubt we have any good ideas.”
“F̶͖̿Ú̴͉C̷̟̑K̶̢͋!̷̟̕ That bastard’s already taken over him!”
[One more, its voice distorts, clearly panicked about the boy’s well-being but knowing it cannot do anything to intervene, not yet at least.]
“Ok ok, I propose that we try to burn these things. This town’s Camphrier, right? One of these old buildings has got to have a hearth, maybe even this hotel does?”
...not quite. As far as I know, it's still masquerading as a benefactor. Meaning there's still time before the roots grow....like they almost did to...
(Kris sighs. They still can't bring themselves to say HER name. Not after they were forced to hurt her the way they did.)
Point is, there's still a chance. So...I'll go ask if there's a hearth.
A familiar voice, yet younger and more calmer than Kris (or Heart) ever heard before spoke.
“Ya know, he practically threw all rationality unconsciously into me. In here. With Lumiere and the others.”
“A-ah! I thought you-“
“Sorry, but I’m done contemplating.” The voice remained resolute. “I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt, since there’s no way they knew that information.”
[Under any other circumstance, getting one’s innocence cleared would have been a relief to the accused, and yet, this statement is met with silence from the previously guilty party. It is not like it has not seen the screenshots of those Tumblr messages either. If anything, viewing them made it suspicious of the anonymous user just as it had everyone else aside from the young captain, something which the past Wizard Kings and the new soul fragment find out and take note of thanks to the shard’s memory transfer properties. But this only serves to bring up the question: why has it become quiet?]
[But before the little soul can mutter up another word, its prison has already arrived at the front desk to ask whether there is a hearth or not. Sadly, there is not one in the building, at least not since the lobby walls had undergone renovations several months ago. However, to the group’s luck, one of the hotel’s chefs happened to be passing by, a Pansear on his shoulder, a Pokemon known to like helping people. Under the condition that the thorns are burned outside, the elemental monkey wastes no time using Ember, proud of herself at first only to notice that these bizarre barbs are taking a while to disintegrate.]
“Paprika, ça va?”
[The fiery primate then turns towards her master, looking startled and pointing to the thorns she just burned with her mitten-like paws. Confused, the chef looks over to see whatever is the matter, only to find what looks like a melting puddle of something akin to red-colored goop, and underneath it all appears to be strange devices. They look either like syringes or screws, although it is rather hard to tell given their small size and even if they were not, the flames have already embraced these miniature machines as kindling material.]
“Excusez-moi, if it is not a bother, may I ask where you have found these tiny things that have frightened my dear Flamajou?”
[Of course, this staff member does not want to intrude on the kid's life too much, ensuring to remain polite as do the Camphrier’s residents. Though it makes sense that a bit of anxiety would still linger in the crisp, night air given recent events in the region. Meanwhile, the kid in question is just as alarmed as everyone else, with the heart they hold inside being horrified by this new development, its voice once again chiming in.]
[And as if there was not enough developments and distress the group had to deal with tonight already, it refused to keep its trap shut for at least another day longer regarding the mess it got itself into, almost as if finally accepting that being all alone is going be an inevitability, both due to the eventual fate of these blogs and having to deal with the consequences of its past actions.]
“... Some of the stuff that anonymous user has been saying about me is... true.”
The voice chuckles, as the person speaking introduces himself.
“It appears so. I am Lumiere Silvamillion Clover, the first Wizard King and the creator of this blade.”
Then a pause. Lumiere chuckles nervously.
“Er- at least a shard of what was once Elsdocia. This is one of many shards, but you are aware of that.” Then the prince’s voice shifted to something serious. “Now… about this Heart. Kieran of the Silver Eagles has told us of what transpired from his viewpoint, but many of the others, including myself, want to know more. Care to indulge us?”
[While the cage is now in complete control of themself, particularly after this “Heart” realizes that it will be stuck in their body for a long while, the shard they hold nonetheless hears its voice for the first time, with nothing but profuse apologies from what sounds like yet another teenager.]
Heh. That’s Heart. And uh…we are currently sharing a body. Because of that…wretched other soul. If there’s one that needs to be gotten rid of it’s that one…
(Kris visibly relaxes.)
Look. Kieran’s planning something REALLY bullheaded, and that thorn is helping him along. Sea sent you to me to try and show that Heart’s not the threat.
Alright, so, apparently Kieran made some sort of pact with the people who made the sword, I think…and…I dunno, Sea sent this shard to me so I can prove that you’re not a threat? Because if a few of the ones in the sword change their mind…it could start a chain reaction. Sorry if I didn’t…explain it too well.
“I am the only one here who made this blade.” Lumiere clarifies. “Edward and some others quite honestly gave you the benefit of the doubt. I’m not sure what to think, now that we’re meeting.”
“As for the agreement… it’s in line with our duty as Wizard Kings. Or was.”
“No unnecessary harm will come to the Clover Kingdom, its citizens , and anyone else uninvolved in the process of eliminating that thing. He swore on his pride as the Vice Captain of the Silver Eagles.”
“... Unnecessary harm... wait. Crap! I nearly forgot! Before I arrived, I was trying to warn Kieran about that thorn! Oh no no no no no, you think we can still tell him what’s going on?”
“Even the soul fragment of him here doesn’t know what’s goung on with his main soul. But he’s saying sorry repeatedly, and something about being so gullible..”
“Considering it’s placement… I doubt we have any good ideas.”
“F̶͖̿Ú̴͉C̷̟̑K̶̢͋!̷̟̕ That bastard’s already taken over him!”
[One more, its voice distorts, clearly panicked about the boy’s well-being but knowing it cannot do anything to intervene, not yet at least.]
“Ok ok, I propose that we try to burn these things. This town’s Camphrier, right? One of these old buildings has got to have a hearth, maybe even this hotel does?”
...not quite. As far as I know, it's still masquerading as a benefactor. Meaning there's still time before the roots grow....like they almost did to...
(Kris sighs. They still can't bring themselves to say HER name. Not after they were forced to hurt her the way they did.)
Point is, there's still a chance. So...I'll go ask if there's a hearth.
A familiar voice, yet younger and more calmer than Kris (or Heart) ever heard before spoke.
“Ya know, he practically threw all rationality unconsciously into me. In here. With Lumiere and the others.”
“A-ah! I thought you-“
“Sorry, but I’m done contemplating.” The voice remained resolute. “I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt, since there’s no way they knew that information.”
[Under any other circumstance, getting one’s innocence cleared would have been a relief to the accused, and yet, this statement is met with silence from the previously guilty party. It is not like it has not seen the screenshots of those Tumblr messages either. If anything, viewing them made it suspicious of the anonymous user just as it had everyone else aside from the young captain, something which the past Wizard Kings and the new soul fragment find out and take note of thanks to the shard’s memory transfer properties. But this only serves to bring up the question: why has it become quiet?]
[But before the little soul can mutter up another word, its prison has already arrived at the front desk to ask whether there is a hearth or not. Sadly, there is not one in the building, at least not since the lobby walls had undergone renovations several months ago. However, to the group’s luck, one of the hotel’s chefs happened to be passing by, a Pansear on his shoulder, a Pokemon known to like helping people. Under the condition that the thorns are burned outside, the elemental monkey wastes no time using Ember, proud of herself at first only to notice that these bizarre barbs are taking a while to disintegrate.]
“Paprika, ça va?”
[The fiery primate then turns towards her master, looking startled and pointing to the thorns she just burned with her mitten-like paws. Confused, the chef looks over to see whatever is the matter, only to find what looks like a melting puddle of something akin to red-colored goop, and underneath it all appears to be strange devices. They look either like syringes or screws, although it is rather hard to tell given their small size and even if they were not, the flames have already embraced these miniature machines as kindling material.]
“Excusez-moi, if it is not a bother, may I ask where you have found these tiny things that have frightened my dear Flamajou?”
[Of course, this staff member does not want to intrude on the kid's life too much, ensuring to remain polite as do the Camphrier’s residents. Though it makes sense that a bit of anxiety would still linger in the crisp, night air given recent events in the region. Meanwhile, the kid in question is just as alarmed as everyone else, with the heart they hold inside being horrified by this new development, its voice once again chiming in.]
The voice chuckles, as the person speaking introduces himself.
“It appears so. I am Lumiere Silvamillion Clover, the first Wizard King and the creator of this blade.”
Then a pause. Lumiere chuckles nervously.
“Er- at least a shard of what was once Elsdocia. This is one of many shards, but you are aware of that.” Then the prince’s voice shifted to something serious. “Now… about this Heart. Kieran of the Silver Eagles has told us of what transpired from his viewpoint, but many of the others, including myself, want to know more. Care to indulge us?”
[While the cage is now in complete control of themself, particularly after this “Heart” realizes that it will be stuck in their body for a long while, the shard they hold nonetheless hears its voice for the first time, with nothing but profuse apologies from what sounds like yet another teenager.]
Heh. That’s Heart. And uh…we are currently sharing a body. Because of that…wretched other soul. If there’s one that needs to be gotten rid of it’s that one…
(Kris visibly relaxes.)
Look. Kieran’s planning something REALLY bullheaded, and that thorn is helping him along. Sea sent you to me to try and show that Heart’s not the threat.
Alright, so, apparently Kieran made some sort of pact with the people who made the sword, I think…and…I dunno, Sea sent this shard to me so I can prove that you’re not a threat? Because if a few of the ones in the sword change their mind…it could start a chain reaction. Sorry if I didn’t…explain it too well.
“I am the only one here who made this blade.” Lumiere clarifies. “Edward and some others quite honestly gave you the benefit of the doubt. I’m not sure what to think, now that we’re meeting.”
“As for the agreement… it’s in line with our duty as Wizard Kings. Or was.”
“No unnecessary harm will come to the Clover Kingdom, its citizens , and anyone else uninvolved in the process of eliminating that thing. He swore on his pride as the Vice Captain of the Silver Eagles.”
“... Unnecessary harm... wait. Crap! I nearly forgot! Before I arrived, I was trying to warn Kieran about that thorn! Oh no no no no no, you think we can still tell him what’s going on?”
“Even the soul fragment of him here doesn’t know what’s goung on with his main soul. But he’s saying sorry repeatedly, and something about being so gullible..”
“Considering it’s placement… I doubt we have any good ideas.”
“F̶͖̿Ú̴͉C̷̟̑K̶̢͋!̷̟̕ That bastard’s already taken over him!”
[One more, its voice distorts, clearly panicked about the boy’s well-being but knowing it cannot do anything to intervene, not yet at least.]
“Ok ok, I propose that we try to burn these things. This town’s Camphrier, right? One of these old buildings has got to have a hearth, maybe even this hotel does?”
...not quite. As far as I know, it's still masquerading as a benefactor. Meaning there's still time before the roots grow....like they almost did to...
(Kris sighs. They still can't bring themselves to say HER name. Not after they were forced to hurt her the way they did.)
Point is, there's still a chance. So...I'll go ask if there's a hearth.
A familiar voice, yet younger and more calmer than Kris (or Heart) ever heard before spoke.
“Ya know, he practically threw all rationality unconsciously into me. In here. With Lumiere and the others.”
“A-ah! I thought you-“
“Sorry, but I’m done contemplating.” The voice remained resolute. “I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt, since there’s no way they knew that information.”
[Under any other circumstance, getting one’s innocence cleared would have been a relief to the accused, and yet, this statement is met with silence from the previously guilty party. It is not like it has not seen the screenshots of those Tumblr messages either. If anything, viewing them made it suspicious of the anonymous user just as it had everyone else aside from the young captain, something which the past Wizard Kings and the new soul fragment find out and take note of thanks to the shard’s memory transfer properties. But this only serves to bring up the question: why has it become quiet?]
