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Fallen Star, pt. 7

Author's Note: Warning, long. 5k words, no smut. Sadara goes to Kogoruhn. There is the breakdown of a cliffracer carcass in this chapter.

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The trip was largely silent, for certainly Rather couldn't speak. He knew exactly what route to take, so Sadara let him lead her by the hand despite how cold, deathly, and rough his skin felt.

When the occasional corprus beast or cliffracer threatened them, Rather was the first to charge magic, to put himself between her and the threat, and blast it until it stopped moving. He didn't seem puzzled that she joined in, but he DID when she grabbed the (now bloodless) cliffracer and started shoving it into one of her empty bags.

He gestured briefly at the cliffracer's body, then waved his hands.

"You eat corprusmeat," she said, "I don't. There's good eating on these things. V--Lord Dagoth sent me out with rations, but...meat is meat."

That answer seemed to satisfy him, and he lead her onward. East of Vemynal, according to the map, though Rather didn't seem to need one. She wondered if none of the Buoyant Armigers knew of this way in...if they did, then they weren't able to take it. Kogoruhn WAS a large base after all, and if it was inhabited by one of Voryn's brothers--ash vampire, the thought came a second later--then it wasn't going to be easy to conquer.

She'd come through Kogoruhn before, somehow managed to sneak past most of those within. But two she remembered.

Dagoth Ulen had mocked her for what he perceived as her devotion to Azura. "Ah, she's sucked you in with her pretty prophecies. Promised you power, did she? Promised you justice, did she? And when did a Daedra Lord ever fulfill a promise? Such a faulty memory you have."

She'd responded that she didn't even worship Azura, that she had been brought up to fear the daedric princes--that now remembering Voryn, Lord Dagoth as the sleepers all called him--she wanted to see him first, before she did anything more. Before she obeyed Azura's commands, obeyed her much farther--

"Mortals are but simple sport to the Daedra Lords. They pull the strings, and you poor fools leap and dance..."

"I dance to no one's tune but my own," she'd replied, "I am only here because--I want to see him before I--make any decisions."

That had seemed to calm him, temporarily. And as Rather lead her into the tunnel, she wondered then what Uthol would have to say. Him she'd told the same thing--that she wanted to see Voryn before doing anything else.

Sadara started to remove the scarf covering everything but her eyes and let it hang about her neck. She tensed when she saw another ascended sleeper up ahead.

What if this was all a trap? What if they meant to kill her here? What if--

Rather stopped in place, and turned back, patting the back of her hand. Perhaps trying to reassure her, she couldn't be entirely sure. But the other sleeper neared, and when it spoke she was sure it was Ulen. That thin, reedy voice that heightened into something more like a trumpet when he grew excited. Like a living wind instrument, like words spoken through them--wrong, utterly wrong. But still he was.

"Nerevar, how glad we are that you have seen the light!"

Rather shuffled aside so Ulen could approach; the latter raised his (shaking?) rough hands to her face.

"No more a puppet of prophecy. No more a tool of Azura. We welcome you, Nerevar Sadara."

"I...thank you." Sadara knew not what to say for a moment, knew not where to look. There were holes on Ulen's face, but none of them looked like proper eyes at which to direct her own. "There's no need for the fuss. Not that I'm ungrateful for V...Lord Dagoth's welcome, it's just..."

"Come, come." This time it was Ulen who lead her by the hand. Rather followed along behind them. "Lord Uthol expects you."

"It's really not necessary to bother him, I can't imagine he'll be very thrilled."

He'd let her through before, but she was sure he'd be as ill pleased as Gilvoth had been. She wouldn't really blame him for it, either. Someone calling themselves the Nerevarine waltzes in, spreads her legs, and thinks THAT's all it takes to--

It is not you he wants, but Nerevar.

"We are always happy when we receive a new follower. But for Nerevar to return and join us? THAT is worthy of celebration!" Ulen was all excited flutes now, "It has pleased our Lord greatly, and his joy is our joy."

"He's told you already?"

"Did you think our Lord would keep your presence a secret from the rest of his House? He would never treat you so cruelly."

"I...I didn't expect such a greeting, was all," Sadara went on in a slightly less shaky voice, "Considering the prophecy, I was certain that I'd be viewed with more suspicion, like everyone else on Vvardenfell has--"

"Such malice is the domain of Azura, she who thought herself the architect of your destiny, the designer of your misery. You are wiser than you at first seemed, and I offer my abject apologies for the assumption that you would fulfill those prophecies."

"No, there's no need to apologize. Really. I...I would be suspicious too, if I had been..."

Everything is fine. You're just in some tunnel underground with a couple of ascended sleepers and you're not wearing armor at all. It's not as though they would kill you and leave you here.

They could.

Sure, she had a longsword at her hip and a dagger hidden beneath the robe, but they were strong enough they could make short work of her before she could even lift a blade.

But they didn't.

"If I were one of you," she finally finished.

"That you are not, yet soon you shall be, by the grace of Lord Dagoth."

Sadara swallowed nervously when they approached a door. She still couldn't get Gilvoth's last look out of her head, that dour tone. Uthol had been friendly enough when she'd last come through, but...at the same time, she wasn't sure how he might take...the situation. She didn't know how much Voryn had shared, or how he'd worded it. He didn't exactly tell her these things...

Gods, what a fool I am.

The door opened, and Ulen let go of her hand, moving forward and turning toward someone she couldn't see as she entered, with Rather following close behind. She realized she was sweating, and took the scarf off to dab at the sweat on her brow.

"And there she is," came Uthol's voice. "Well met, Nerevar, well met indeed. Fortune smiles. You have survived the journey, made your submission..."

Sadara lowered her hands, and absent-mindedly wrapped one a few times over with the scarf. "And now here I am."

Uthol's eyes trailed slightly downward from her face, and she noticed a strange little smile.

"I didn't think you would take my suggestion quite so literally."

Sadara was confused, but reached up to touch her neck when Uthol gestured. There was pain over the spot--

Oh, gods, I COMPLETELY forgot about the bite mark he left!

She flushed with embarrassment and instantly said, hoping he didn't notice that too, "You can blame the Dagoth Brandy for that. I was...I wanted to clear the air about some things I didn't remember, and...well, there's no need to go on about it. I...I hope not to bother you overmuch, I know Gilvoth certainly wasn't happy about--"

"Gilvoth is never happy about anything," Uthol said, waving one hand absently. "And given the way Lord Dagoth's vision of your future in our House has changed, I can surmise the reason fairly easily. Perhaps he would simply like peace and solitude once more."

Again, she blushed.

"I...I hope," Sadara stammered slightly, "Still, that my presence will not...be an annoyance."

"Annoyance?" Uthol snorted and laughed. "Annoyance? You come to Lord Dagoth, you swear you mean neither him nor the House of Dagoth any harm, and you are to join us. Nerevar. And think we would find your presence grating?"

"It has not been an easy road getting here," she said quietly, "Native Dunmer are...quite hostile to outsiders. One gets the feeling that one is annoying simply by existing from the direction of the Empire. But considering all that the Empire has done, I understand. But House Dagoth is the first time I ever felt welcomed, and...it's been a breath of fresh air."

Really, it had been. It was, she was sure, part of the reason she'd fallen so easily into Voryn's arms. For the first time since her mother had passed, she felt truly wanted somewhere. But that was just Voryn. She hadn't considered the rest of his House, though given Gilvoth's reaction she'd been reasonably sure they'd be just as ill pleased.

"Even if V--Lord Dagoth insists on sending me here with an escort. As if I couldn't make the journey myself. Has he always been so cautious?"

"We were informed of your condition, so in that case, I cannot say I fault him for this caution. Is it true--your wounds will not heal by spell or by potion?"

She almost felt she shouldn't answer the question, but Uthol seemed genuinely concerned.

"It's true. I've tried several times on smaller wounds. I heal like anyone without magic, but it seems...Lord Dagoth himself is the only one who can outright heal my wounds with spells." And now she felt sheepish for even protesting at the escort. "I can only assume Azura is responsible for it, considering. At first she scolded me for my disobedience, but now she's gone silent."

"At any rate," Uthol said, changing the subject, "We're glad to have you join us here, and some of the sleepers have prepared a room."

"I'm--grateful for that, thank you," Sadara said, "And I'd be more than glad to keep talking. But...and I hate to ask even more from you, I...killed a cliffracer, would you happen to have a kitchen area I could break it down in?"

She pulled out the cliffracer's plucked body from one of her bags. Once more she expected a negative response.

Once more she was greeted with the opposite of what she expected.

Uthol laughed. "Not as such, but I'm sure Ulen could find you an appropriate place to do it in. Do mind the ash poets, though, they may start...piping at you, considering what your presence means. When they're excitable they tend to break into music."

"I'll keep it in mind, Lord Uthol."

He nodded, and added as she was leaving. "If I may, it will be good to have a lady in the house again. Not that I dislike the company of my brothers and the sleepers, but House Dagoth has a sad lack of women."

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Rather was her shadow into the makeshift kitchen, but it was Ulen who provided most of the conversation as he helped her break down the cliffracer.

"It has been some time since I had need to do this," he said, "But it is like a light spell, once you learn it, you never forget."

"You tended game fairly often?" she asked.

"Certainly. I remember fairly little, but," Ulen replied, sorting through the daggers in her weapons bag until he found some appropriate for carving, "I know I had a daughter, and that I enjoyed the domestic side of life."

"...what brought you here, then? To--to House Dagoth."

Ulen's trunked head lowered as he hacked off the head of the cliffracer. "A bandit raid. My daughter was caught...and by the time I found her=...it was too late."

"I'm so sorry. I--I lost my mother fairly early, though they're not quite the same thing. It was just illness with mine, not...did you have no one else?"

"No one. I was alone, until the Sixth House. Lord Dagoth could not fully erase the pain, but he could blot from my mind the horrors I witnessed. I did not want to remember my daughter as she died, but as she lived...and he gave me that."

Sadara gave a weak smile, but then shifted as a question occurred to her. She cut off the lower fin of the cliffracer, then made a small lateral cut below the breast so she could start removing the skin. "He can make you forget things?"

"Indeed he can, but this he does only for those who move higher in his service. Perhaps it shall be different for you. I do not know, it is not my concern. You are different from us, Nerevar."

"Please," she said suddenly. "Call me Sadara. It is not that I reject who I am, but...as I told V--Lord Dagoth, it feels almost disrespectful. I am him, but if I'm here, then he isn't. He suggested taking Nerevar as the name of my House. I didn't want to use Indoril, for obvious reasons."

"An excellent idea, until the time you join House Dagoth." Ulen pulled the cliffracer breast away from the neck and back, and Sadara, having cleaned her hands and a dagger again, reached for a jar to drop the more inedible organs in. "Lord Dagoth is ready to welcome you, but you seem to know that already."

"It's...overwhelming," she replied in a weak voice, "To go from nothing, to this prophecy, to...a god's open arms...I never thought to find myself secure, let alone..."

Even if I am just Nerevar to him...even if he never sees me as more than that. If I can only change his mind...maybe, maybe...I can finally just REST. I don't need to be a King or a leader like Nerevar was, I'd be happy just being the woman on Voryn's arm...

"...let alone welcomed as I have been. Given what I did about the corprus..."

"Lord Dagoth is not angered by that, we know. It was a way to know that you were Nerevar reborn, after all."

"He said it would be a pity to...to mar a thing of beauty, even with the bounty of his divine disease." Sadara blushed briefly, and looked back to the carcass as Ulen was pulling out the crop, gizzard, and intestinal tract. "I'd never heard such compliments before. It's strange...when I prayed to the Divines, I would ask Mara for a heroic knight, and now I find that I've been sent a god. Perhaps someone wishes to make things up to me."

"Have you considered that that person may be Lord Dagoth himself?"

"'Wisdom, a firm friend, and all the power you need to set the world aright,'" Sadara quoted the note, "He called himself a respectful servant...and a loyal friend."

That of Nerevar's memories which had returned only confirmed that. Voryn had never been anything but loyal, that she could remember. Said what he meant, and meant what he said. Her heart leaped at the idea that it could extend into what had begun to grow between them.

"My only fear in all of this," Sadara lied, "Is Lady Azura's wrath. She has already gotten angry at me for not doing what she sent me for, and...I fear that more may happen the longer this goes on."

"She shall have no opportunity to enact any vengeance; you shall be well-guarded. Lord Dagoth wants no member of his house to worry for their safety." He worked with her in silence for a minute or two, then waited as she cleaned her hands again. "Least of all, his lady."

his lady

How sweet that sounded.

She had a few ash yams and some saltrice, and made a fairly decent stew out of it and the bulk of the cliffracer's edible meat. The scent seemed to draw in some of the other Dagoths, and she looked about for other bowls.

"We need no sustenance but the corprusmeat," Ulen said, "So do not feel obligated to share."

"Nonsense, a guest in the house should be willing to...and besides, I've other food."

She served out the stew to those who sat waiting, then ate from her own bowl with a spoon. The ash ghouls simply tipped their own up and ate that way.

I wonder if this comforts them...if they still remember eating anything before...

It was not a pretty thought, that she might continue doing this, but--even if Voryn did change his mind, these poor things likely wouldn't be able to return to what they were before.

"We thank you, lady Nerevar," one finally spoke once they were all done, "And we are pleased to welcome you into House Dagoth."

"I am not of your house--" Sadara started, but when the moment seemed tense she added, "Yet. But you're all welcome."

"If you intend to see the sunrise," Ulen suddenly said, "And get a good night's rest, I recommend you not linger overlong and proceed to the room we've cleared for you."

"A little longer," she replied, "I've got a lot on my mind, and...plucking at my lute always helps settle my head."

Sadara turned away as several of the ash ghouls tidied away the dishes, and pulled her lute from her bag.

I need to think. If I could have a moment alone that would be better, but...

At least Rather couldn't speak...she assumed he would simply continue to shadow her until she returned to Red Mountain. When she emerged in the morning to watch the sunrise...that would be her best opportunity. As alone as she would get, while she was still within Voryn's circle of influence.

Something slower and quieter. Ah, I know...

She chose The Star-Eyed Bride of Alinor and began to pluck at the strings, the lyrics rolling in the background of her thoughts.

My star-eyed bride of Alinor, lost in storm and spray

Kogoruhn was a palace of death, but they had welcomed her with open arms. Uthol had been more friendly than she'd expected, and Ulen...Ulen had been overjoyed to see her. The ash ghouls...well, they hadn't said much of anything, but they'd been curious enough to take her stew, so she would assume they'd at least not seen her there unhappily.

They were victims as much as any other, though...except Ulen. No, especially Ulen. He'd chosen this, but his grief...

My star-eyed bride of Alinor, that cruel fate took away

A willing soul did not make all this perfectly innocent...grief could make people act dangerously, make them desperate either to forget or to mask over the pain.

Sadara took a deep breath. Voryn wanted to help them, she could see that, and yet he didn't see he was really hurting them. What kind of a life was this, confined to Kogoruhn, never more speaking to anyone who wasn't a member of the family. Not even a chance to do so.

"They deserve better," she murmured under her breath.

White swan feathers fluttered from her ivory bridal gown, and unsung vows slipped from her lips, eager to be found

She could not save them...but if she could just persuade Voryn, perhaps she could stop anyone further from falling into this sort of state. Or like those corprus monsters she'd met on the journey to Kogoruhn.

The next few verses she couldn't seem to quite remember--but the tune stayed the same, so on she went with it. Another thing lost...had he made her lose it? No, no, something in her mind said. He wouldn't do that, he WANTS you to remember all that came before.

Voryn himself, he was in there, inside that one that all of Vvardenfell called a mad god, that one who was spreading the blight across the island. Surely there must be something she could do to save HIM. If Sotha Sil could figure out how to use the Heart of Lorkhan, then SHE could figure out how to free someone from the darker parts of its influence.

"One step at a time," she said, once more under her breath. Soft horns were echoing--

She looked up, to find that Ulen, currently at the end of the room, had been the one making the noise like a soft set of horns.

"By all means, Lady Nerevar," he said, his trunks raised, "Continue."

She looked down at the lute and, shutting her eyes, began again, thoughts staying on Voryn as a verse she did remember rose.

My star-eyed bride of Alinor, whose last words were my name

A moment later she heard Rather from his spot behind her, begin the notes as well (if at a lower pitch) creating a strange trio of sound with her performance and Ulen's.

Then an ash ghoul, its sound a somewhat higher note, and another, somewhat lower. A third, a fourth.

My star-eyed bride of Alinor, I still weep from the shame

Before Morrowind, music was how she made herself seen, and she had never felt so much so as now. To play a song, to have others join along, it was (despite the circumstances) everything she'd dreamed it would be. She lead, they followed, they caught up and every note was harmony.

And then, a thought. A thought that was definitely not her own.

In his flesh and of his flesh.

A slight smug joy not her own, along with the words.

Gares? she thought. Those words, she would not forget those words so easily. It was faint...so very, very faint, on the edge of hearing, just barely audible.

Did I not say you would come to our lord, Nerevar?

Sadara kept playing, feeling a sudden anxiety beneath her skin. The room suddenly felt paradoxically too small and too large, too bare and too crowded. She felt linked to someone, someones. These ash ghouls, Rather, Ulen, most strongly, then somewhere in the mental background was Uthol, and outside Kogoruhn, others. Like the strings of a spider's web moving at the slightest touch she was still, yet was sure she felt--

And here you are.

Yes, she thought, Here I am.

But there was nothing further. She didn't know if the others had heard what she had, or if perhaps she'd simply been hearing things. The ash ghouls did not speak up, and neither did Rather or Ulen. The song finished out, and for a moment there was an almost appreciative silence.

She did not know how she knew that they were glad of the song they'd shared in, as she hadn't looked up to see anyone smiling or anything like that.

What she did know was that she felt their gladness. The echo of the last note passed on, though, and with it came an end to her surety. It was as if a connection established had been suddenly severed.

The ash ghouls got up one by one and left, thanking her or bowing their heads by turns. Eventually, she was left alone with Ulen and Rather.

"I think I will go to sleep now," she said, "That...seems like a good note to go out on."

A sound like whistling flutes, musical laughter. Ulen replied, "In the most literal sense. You truly do belong here, Lady Nerevar."

Sadara gave a weak smile and nodded, then let herself be lead away. The room they'd prepared for her was fairly empty with no windows. There was a bed, only barely qualifying as one with its single blanket and pillow.

Ulen told her that Rather would be standing guard on the other side of the door, and she was finally, finally left alone. She set up her bedroll beneath the blanket, and, shivering just slightly, settled herself into it and sipped quietly from her waterskin.

That connection, whatever it was, had been frightening, and yet at the same time--she had felt the last embers of her fear of loneliness burn out. Was this a small version of what the others with corprus felt? Were they all so connected? Perhaps she had been imagining things, and yet...and yet, she was sure she was right about it.

But it was triggered by music. Specifically, when there was a harmony. Maybe because her case of corprus was stilled, frozen in time, she could not fully feel what they did.

It confused her, as much as Voryn did, but feeling the fatigue of the day's journey she lay back on the bed and shut her eyes.

If it had linked her to the others, she wondered sleepily, then why had she not felt Voryn?

Suppose he is the link? Suppose...

The questions circled puzzlingly in her mind until sleep finally took her.

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When she opened her eyes again she wasn't in that dim little room in Kogoruhn, but a large, airy, brightly lit...palace, she wanted to say.

It was crowded but not overwhelmingly so. Everyone was dressed finely, and everyone was golden-skinned. Yet there seemed to be a rainbow of colors otherwise in their robes and armors and various dressings. Jeweled coronets glittered from some brows, and gold from most necks. She was wearing what she had been when she lay down to sleep--the red robe with the leather belt bearing the symbol of House Dagoth, which in the crowd made her feel severely underdressed.

She distracted herself with how this all felt familiar, overwhelmingly so, and as she made her way through the room she got both nods and bows.

I've been here before, Sadara thought, I know I have been here before!

A memory, maybe, a memory she'd forgotten. Or perhaps just a dream, her mind trying to make sense of the new memories that were moving through her mind. Perhaps it was just a jumble of things...and yet...

Sadara managed to find her way to one of the walls, where were lined a small row of chairs and--a mirror. With the crowd still talking behind her she looked into it, seeing none of them in it--not even herself.

The face that looked out of the mirror was a golden-skinned Chimer, with white hair that stood up, and eyes so blue--

Nerevar! she realized suddenly, and raised a dusky hand to her face. In the mirror the hand was Nerevar's. So this is what I was before?

It unnerved her, to look into those eyes, despite the reflection being, well, her own. Yet it was not her own, and the stare of those eyes into her own had a strange guilt settling over her. What would he think, she wondered? How would he see what she was doing, or rather, not doing? Eyes this blue were an obvious sign of devotion to Azura...surely, Nerevar would be angry.

And yet...

...even if that is not what Azura wants...

Was Nerevar there somewhere in the back of her mind, doubting his lady's commands just as much as she was? The eyes in the mirror seemed worried...hopeful, in some minute way, but they were full of concern for certain.

Sadara turned away from the mirror suddenly, not wanting to look at those eyes any longer. She looked about the crowd, seeking any particularly familiar face. Seht, Vehk, even Ayem she'd have taken, some certainty in a place where everything was familiar but vague at the same time.

Like a painting of a place she knew she'd been, with definite details impossible to note. Faces were clear but no details jumped out to scream that this person was so-and-so, or that person was--

The crowd parted before her to let her pass, and the music coming from some nebulous, unclear point in the room rose into a gentle symphony of strings and flutes.

The ink-dark hair, the stiff posture...

He turned.

The golden mask.

The red and black robes and the golden pauldrons she didn't recognize, and yet again there was that feeling of deja vu. She did not remember him wearing this, and yet in her mind there was an echo of the memory, saying that yes, he HAD worn this. She had seen him here once before. Long, long ago...only without the mask.

"This," Voryn said, in a voice softer than any she had yet heard him use, "This is the last time before it all went so wrong."

Am I dreaming?

"Of course you are," the smile was evident in his voice, even if unreadable on that impassive gold, "Did you think I would neglect you?"

"I...I thought you would be busy." Sadara gave a brief smile, and then turned to look over the gathered crowd. "I remember all this, and yet I don't...I know I was here, but...everything...is hazy. Like an echo of a memory."

"Your lady would have you believe you do not need such memories," Voryn replied, "But to have Nerevar reborn without Nerevar himself...for a tool of the daedric princes, it would suit. You...you were made to do her bidding, and for no other reason. What pain he must go through, to see and to lose so many times."

Sadara was unsure how to respond, so she nodded to let him see she was paying attention, and to tell him to continue.

"This time....this time will be different, I swear it. I will see that the Tribunal do not get the chance to pour their lies in your ear; that Ayem does not poison you, that Vehk does not stab you. We shall rise over the Tribunal like a wave and drown them. We shall choke them with their own hubris, and then--show them the might and majesty of a true god."

He took her left hand and held it between both of his own.

"Do not fear to speak. Azura cannot touch you here."

"I know, but...I believe Seht could tell you that the daedric princes could lay waste to one's home and hearth easily."

"Seht had his vengeance," Voryn brushed it off, "And should the Lady of Dawn and Dusk think to harm you, I shall have mine."

He lay a hand on her face, turned it so her gaze crossed his own.

Once more, the flutter in her chest.

"What you see here will be again, once I have Wraithguard."

"'When the land is swept clean of false friends and greedy thieves, the children of Veloth will build anew a garden of plenty in this blighted wasteland,'" Sadara quoted.

"And you," he said, leaning in, "What do you hope to gain from all this?"

"Only security," she replied, heart beating rapidly in her chest as she spoke, "Give me that, and--"

Voryn silenced her with a kiss, and the noise of the crowd faded in her ears.

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justanothersimsblog · 8 months

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Continuing the OC Parenting Questions with Ulene

• How many children does your OC have?

7. He's the grand winner so far.

• Which child tends to receive the most attention? Why?

Well the ones that misbehaved got the most attention in an attempt to discipline. First this was Ari, then Ibis, and then Blaze. He personally probably got into more arguments with the girls though. Blaze in particular had the most fiery personality to match her name.

• What personal trait would your OC prefer their child/ children to develop? (kindness, sense of humor, independence, assertiveness, etc)

Oh he definitely wanted smart and kind kids and he got them...mostly. Some are smart*asses* though.

• What is your OC’s greatest area of weakness as a parent? Their greatest strength?

Oh his big weakness was definitely how unprepared he was combined with the amount. By the time he thought to pick up a book about it or something it was too much to handle.

Big strength though is definitely how much he loves them though. He always tried to do "the best" for them, even if he might’ve had the wrong idea of what this could be.

• What negative events from your OC’s childhood are important for your OC to shield their own child/children from?

As a child the whole town turned against vampires thanks to his aunt getting out of control. In turn this made him an outcast with another reason to get soft-bullied (people were still afraid of him attacking them being a vampire and all so he mostly suffered loneliness). He definitely doesn't want that for his kids and worried when he'd see them getting picked on or alone.

• What is your OC’s parenting style? Strict? Permissive? Absent?

He'd start too chill then overcorrect in an effort to fix it. Then revert because his friendly trait would takeover. He was often good cop to his wife's bad cop.

• If your OC is raising children with a partner, how well do they work as a team in their parenting?

They balanced each other out. As I said above he often played good cop to her being bad cop. They were both out of their depths a lot but they figured out soon that they had to take turns freaking out because it's 2 of them vs 7 children. They weren't perfect but found their rhythm.

• Where does your OC want their child/children to grow? (City, suburbs, countryside, van life, etc?) Why?

They grew up in the suburbs, Classic family life in the same neighborhood he grew up.

• How often does your OC’s child/children get to see/meet their extended family?

Oh they saw each other a lot. His parents, the grandparents, are very big on family and gatherings so they'd host often and it was encouraged for everybody to come. As for Katra's family they visited when they could but they lived far away so it wasn't often.

• What does your OC want their child/children to have that they never had?

So he did had friends but there was a time where he was lonely so he always wanted for his own kids to always had someone. He encouraged them to be friends with each other at the very least.

He also wanted them to have the freedom to choose, since he felt he was stuck being heir and dealing (not in the best way) with the clan and he was also technically stuck being a dad unplanned.

• What does your OC think about feeding their child/children junk food? (Rarely, on occasion, every day etc)

Once again this is a vampire family BUT he was always in charge of all cooking and actually enjoyed doing so, and as a result junk food was always a treat or a "only when we're out thing" though he never disallowed his kids to have it.

• What is your OC’s pocket money/ spending allowance philosophy?

He gave them all an allowance as long as they were doing well in school. If this was still true when they turned 16 this also included a car. He always made sure they were all financially set.

• Would your OC put a TV in their child/children’s room?

He allowed it after a certain age. He encouraged all his kids to make their rooms truly their own... even if he personally didn't like some of them hahaha.

• Does you OC believe children should take part in household chores?

Yes and they did. They learned cooking and all things vampire from him (yes, he included the vampire children in the cooking because "you don't know who you'll end up cooking for"). They'd also help their mom with gardening and all magic related activities. Manual chores were done as punishments. Magic/Bonehilda took care of all other chores otherwise. All kids were taught to use their supernatural abilities to do chores even if Bonehilda/magic was taking care of them. That way they'd be set on college.

• What is your OC’s brand name buying philosophy for their child/children?

He'd buy brands and non brands. He has the money and wanted the best for his kids. However he did encourage them to be humble "despite having better" and would punish his kids if he found out they were making anyone else feel less than. Normally though brands weren't to blame.

• How far apart did your OC space their children? Why?

They were all unplanned. Twins right out of college. A few years to get their shit together and a wedding, then came Ash, and not that far after the quads. And that was it. ✂️

• How does your OC feel about drinking alcohol or smoking in front of their child/children?

Smoking is banned in the house because of Katra. Drinking is normal, after all grandma has a wine business and there wasn't a gathering that didn't include at least that. Just keep it in check and it's all cool.

• Does your OC believe in eating together as a family every night?

Whenever he could, he'd do it. If it couldn't happen though he wouldn't be upset unless it was a special occasion.

• Does your OC have any special traditions they would want to pass along to their child/children?

He passed all* the family vampiric knowledge.

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flameof · 2 months

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Okay, Gundam SEED Freedom has completely taken over my brain for the past 24 hours. I ABSOLUTELY MUST GUSH LORE AND PUT IT DOWN SOMEWHERE.

Naturally, there will be major spoilers for Freedom below the cutoff. If you don't want to be spoiled, then TURN BACK NOW, PLEASE.

Okay, we good? Good.

First the lore: A major theme throughout quite honestly the entire SEED series is that of Destiny. Rau le Creuset believed it was humanities destiny to destroy itself, Gilbert Durandal believed humanity would be happiest if their destiny was determined by genetics, and Foundation, the nation introduced in Freedom, follows in Durandal's footsteps, only to a more violet degree.

The main thing that differs Foundation from Durandal is the existence of Accords; basically Ultimate Coordinator MK2. At some point between Ulen Hibiki's initial experiments that created both Kira Yamato and Rau le Creuset, and Durandal being a part of whatever it was when he devised the Destiny Plan (as well as whatever created Rey za Burrel), two particular individuals were a part of the overall scheme. These two were Aura Maha Khyber (the blonde loli), and Lacus' mother.

That's right. Lacus Clyne is an Accord. She, alongside Orphee Lam Tao (blonde dude), were designed with the express purpose of running the Destiny Plan as a couple. Arranged marriage between Coordinators is no big surprise, let's be real. Hell, Lacus was probably genetically coded to be attracted to Orphee, shown in the movie by certain scenes (not show how else to describe them).

But, as you might guess (or know, if you've seen the movie), Lacus still chooses Kira over Orphee. Why? Well, time for some theorycrafting.

It's my believe that the main message of Freedom is one of Nature VS Nurture. Who we are genetically vs Who we are, raised by our environment.

Kira Yamato is a First Generation Ultimate Coordinator, so while he's outstanding compared to normal Coordinators, he pales in comparison to the Accords. But, Kira always said he was more than just the byproduct of Ulen Hibiki's hubris. More than a child of Ulen, he is a Yamato; raised and nurtured by Caridad and Hamura Yamato, after being entrusted to them by Via Hibiki, his mother by blood. Kira's kindness may very well be engrained into his DNA, but it was something he was taught to value by the Yamato's. He could have easily become conceited, like so many other Coordinators, but he didn't.

Just the same, Lacus Clyne, as far as we knew up to Destiny, was raised by the late Siegel Clyne, who almost certainly taught her to value people based on who they are, not what they represent. She can be cunning underneath her cheerful exterior in her youth, but she gravitated towards Kira because he was Kira Yamato; the kind boy who stuck his neck out for a stranger.

A wise dragon once said: Destiny is little more than the sum of our choices. I feel this quote perfectly encapsulates the core of SEED as a whole, not just Freedom. Destiny shouldn't be something chosen for you; it should be something you yourself choose. And in the end, Lacus chose Kira. A common theme in Freedom was the idea of 'Loving someone because you need them', which Lacus herself refutes with "You don't love someone because you need them; You need them, because you love them". Its a sentiment that Kira actually shares, when the woman holding Lacus at knife point threatens to cut our her tongue, or gouge her eyes out, and see if Kira still loves her then, Kira's immediate response... is of course I'd still love her; she's Lacus.

The Destiny Plan, laid out by Durandal, and worked on by so many, like Aura and Lacus's mother, was (ha ha) destined to fail, and I believe it all comes back to the choices two parents, unrelated to each other, made for the sake of their children. Because Via Hibiki got Kira and Cagalli to the Yamato's and Athha's, and all because Siegel Clyne taught Lacus to value the kindness of a stranger, over the power of your destiny.

Funnily enough, I'm remembering a line Kuzzey says back in SEED, about just how much work went into making Lacus's voice the way it is. Turns out; a lot.

It also makes me wonder if Meer Campbell was something of a backup plan, since she sounds identical to Lacus.

Okay, gushing about the new lore done. Now, let's talk about the awesome.

First off: The Immortal Justice is a Shinn Asuka suit, not an Athrun Zala suit. I don't make the rules, but Athrun never sat his ass down in the Immortal Justice.

Next, Agnes Giebenrath can literally be described as 'Coordinator Flay Allster', and I appreciate her for that.

Then, there's all the callbacks to other characters that had passed away, specifically Nicol and Natarle. Those two had complete maneuvers and tactics named after them. They're gone, but never forgotten.

As I mentioned in my last SEED Freedom post, Athrun did stuff with the Z'Gok that would make Char envious. The way Athrun handled that machine made me think he was Master Asia, Undefeated of the East.

Next, as we all well know by now, the way Athrun managed to get one up on the Black Knights' ability to read his mind; by thinking about having sex with Cagalli.

Next! Once more Mu La Flaga proves himself to be the man who does the impossible... by face-tanking FREAKING REQUIEM WITH THE AKATSUKI! Man practically said he had to stop doing that.

Then, there's the new warship, Millennium. Not only is it state of the art, but Murrue, once she starts captaining it, gets her own assault deck where she controls FREAKING GUNBARRELS! The Millennium is a warship sized Moebius Zero!

Finally, for the last thing I want to gush about: Shinn Asuka. Just... all of him. From the fact that he's calmer, earnest, stands up for Kira, drinks his 'respect' juice, and at the end, when he gets the Destiny Gundam back, he faces off against four of the Black Knights, and kicks their asses... WITHOUT TAKING MAJOR DAMAGE. Not only that, but STELLA LOUSSIER makes a comeback, proving definitively that Shinn Asuka is the Kamille Bidan of the CE era, by protecting Shinn's mind from being probed by the Black Knights, freaking them out by going all nightmare on their asses (which is probably just a representation of them being scared by just how much darkness is in his heart), and then immediately followed by him putting the F91 to shame and using the much meme'd about afterimages to kick ass and take names. Shinn may have lost to them before, but only because he wasn't using the machine literally built for him. Also, before I forget, when Shinn went SEED mode during that same battle, the Black Knights couldn't read his mind. Shinn's instincts are just that good.

Okay. I'm done. I've gushed all I can.

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andejoe · 2 years

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Ulen walked through the dark corridor of the research outpost. He quite enjoyed being a night guard. Everything was calm and quiet, much less stressful than his last post as a guard aboard a ship.

Ulen had just walked past the labs, which were shut down for the night, when he paused. Something didn’t feel right. He stepped backwards and looked for the stimuli that caught his attention. He could finally smell it. Something was on fire.

Ulen scrambled for the keys to unlock the lab, but the door swung open at his touch. He would have to be grateful later, because right now the outpost was in danger.

Ulen followed the scent to the lab lit in blue. Ulen saw two intruders in the lab, one holding a plasma blade, one desperately trying to find something to put out the copper fire.

Ulen moved quickly, first pulling the fire alert, and then throwing open the safety supply closet, grabbing the thickly woven fire suppressor, and throwing it over the fire. He was relieved to see the light dying immediately, smothered beneath the heavy sheet.

With the major threat gone, he turned to the two intruders, who’d both calmed down significantly.

“What do you two think you’re doing? Shut that off!” Ulen snapped.

The being holding the plasma blade nodded. “Oh, right.” They fumbled with the controls before getting it to power down.

Ulen ripped into the two trespassers for their many transgressions. He didn’t allow them to come up with any excuses as he took the two of them out of the lab.

Cambret, the head guard, came rushing up.

“Ulen! I heard the fire-“ Cambret cut herself off as her tired eyes recognized the two newest additions to the research team. “Oh. Of course it’s you two.”

“Hey Cammie,” intruder one said.

“Is the fire out?” Cambret asked.

“Yes,” Ulen answered.

“What did you do?” Cambret asked.

The two intruders mumbled something incoherent.

“Louder,” Cambret commanded.

Intruder two sighed. “We built a lightsaber.”

Ulen stopped to consider what this meant. The intruders knew Cambret, and she knew them. It’s possible they’re new to the research team, but the term light saber was unfamiliar to him.

“Ulen, meet Doreen and Cade, our two new researchers. You’ll have to forgive their antics, it seems ingrained in human dna to be destructive,” Cambret spoke with a mother like tone, insisting upon the two humans to be ashamed of their actions.

Ulen glanced down at the two intruders, and released them like he would a venomous eklip. He nearly jumped away from them.

“Humans? Why was I not warned that two humans were coming?” Ulen asked, trying not to look as scared as he felt.

“An oversight I assure you.” Cambret turned her attention back to the pair. “You both know that a lightsaber is on the list of banned inventions. Why would you make one in my laboratory?”

Cade and Doreen shared a look. Ulen swore he could sense conversation, but heard nothing. It unnerved him.

“Look, we grew up on Star Wars. It was a lifelong dream to be a Jedi. Of course humans before us created lightsabers as soon as they could, and almost immediately after that got them banned,” Cade started.

Doreen spoke up. “Honest, we weren’t gonna have a duel or anything. And we know all attempts to become Jedi or anything ‘more than human’ are outlawed. We just wanted to hold the lightsaber, to see what it feels like.”

Cade took his turn to speak again, starting as soon as Doreen ended. “I swear the fire was an accident. We would never do anything to put the lab at risk. Not even for a lightsaber.”

Doreen nodded in silent agreement.

Cambret sighed. “You’re both confined to your rooms until I can talk with Shhyll in the morning. Then we will decide what your punishment will be. Now go.”

Both humans walked off, talking excitedly about their brief connection with the highly illegal and dangerous device. Cambret turned to Ulen.

“I’ll need you to write up a report of everything that happened, but I doubt they’ll get any serious punishment,” Cambret told him.

Ulen was shocked, unable to find his voice as he tried to speak.

Cambret held up a hand, as if knowing what he was trying to say.

“I know, what they did was stupidly dangerous. But fact is, they are human and in a new environment. Humans have a tendency to push boundaries until they find the lines they can’t cross. Most officials give humans a grace period to settle down, and it is their first day.” Cambret looked back down the now empty hall where the pair had gone. “Still, I have to wonder how they made such a weapon when our lab doesn’t have near the proper materials or equipment to make one. They are quite an impressive duo, as siblings often are.”

Ulen found his voice, but it didn’t sound like his. “You got bonded hatchmates?” He tried to adjust his voice to not squeak so badly. “That’s terrible! You didn’t even get a mated pair? Mated pairs are by far the safest option!”

“It’ll be alright Ulen. We will survive. Those two will settle into their place,” Cambret assured him.

Ulen glanced down the hall, not in awe like his supervisor, but disquieted.

“I will write my report. And if they do something like that again on my shift, I will be writing my transfer request,” Ulen stated.

Cambret sighed. “Very well. I do hope you come to see that their benefits far outweigh any danger they may cause, but I will not stop you from going where you feel comfortable.”

Ulen nodded. “It’s my first time meeting humans. I didn’t have any on the ship I was assigned. I will also give a grace period to see if we are compatible, but I am vacillated on the situation.”

“Can you show me this lightsaber?” Cambret asked.

Ulen silently signaled his compliance and led Cambret into the lab. He would feel better knowing the fire was out anyway.

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