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vulpixisananimal · 29 days

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(You are tired of the library.)

(Warning. Bellow the read more contains talk about self harm\suicide)

(No matter the library, you would always find one of those books. Be it Carpentry, fiction, Craft, sailing, whatever. There would always be just one book, one damn book.)

(Just let it die.)

(But you had to be there, And of course, it had to be you. Siffrin was nowhere to be found after yesterday, and Loop also disappeared soon after after that morning.)

(So. Here you are.)

(Yourself and Odile looking through the central Jouvente library for, what. Wishing stars? How could that help. You knew that whoever tried to grab Boniface had a wishing star emblem on their person. But that was it. What were the chances that you'd find something useful here.)

(But at least it was quiet.)

(Boniface, Pétronille, Isabeau, and Mirabelle had all headed off to the Defenders to ask them about any potential kidnappers in Jouvente. You didn't want to be around a crowd like that.)

(You sighed. Closing the book you were looking through. It was of your language, but it was just another cautionary tale. Be careful what you wish for, that sort of thing. You put it back.)

(You breathed in, and out.)

(It was probably a good thing only you could read these books. Wish craft deserves to be forgotten, with all the pain it's caused.)

(It was thanks to Wish craft that Vaugarde was nearly frozen in time. That Siffrin was trapped in a time loop. And you were pretty damn sure it was a wish that erased your country from history.)

(Stupid wishes.)

"Have you found anything, Siffrin?"

(Odile was here. She snuck up on you. No, that's not fair, you were just not paying attention. You turn to her, and shake your head.)

"Neither have I. Most of the books on wishes would probably be yours to find."

(You sigh. Of course it would be.)

(Wordlessly, you look back to the bookshelf, picking another paper of dead languages to look through. Odile standing next you, watching you.)

"... Is everything alright?"

(No. No it wasn't alright. But you know that, didn't you Odile. Odile Odile Odile. Always the smartest and quickest to work things out. Go on, say it. Say you've figured out you're not Siffrin, is so, so obvious.)

(You read the book.)

". . ."

(Odile is still there. Go away.)

". . . I acted, inappropriately, a few days ago. I'm sorry."

(Huh?)

"I understand if you don't forgive me. I knew something was wrong and couldn't wait for you to bring it up first. That was wrong of me."

(. . . Right.)

(She did know you weren't Siffrin, but she wasn't bringing it up. But she brought it up anyways by talking about how she menaced you a few days ago. So smart, so smart you are, aren't you.)

(You sigh, and close the book. You turn to her, avoiding eye contact.)

(You open your mouth, nothing comes out.)

". . . Siffrin?"

(You turn away, back to the book.)

". . . You can't speak, right?"

(You nod. You never could. The rare times you were here alone, you had to make do without talking. You could never get yourself to talk.)

(Well, you could, but it would give everyone a headache. You continue reading the book.)

"I can teach you sign language, if you want."

(. . .)

"I understand if there's some. . . Issues between us, but I'm still willing to help with-"

(You hold a finger.)

(There's something here.)

(Records of wishes. Wishes people made and what came from it. One person wished to find a rare fish, and could find they could fish for days at a time non stop. Another wished for true love, and was compelled to travel afar. A third wished their brother would recover from an illness, and they gained powerful healing craft.)

(Odile was talking to you. You ignored her.)

(Hmm. Siffrin wished to stay with his friends, and was given a time loop to do it. The king wanted to remember, and was given the power of time craft of all things.)

(There's a pattern here.)

(Keep looking. What else is there. What kind of wishes did people make. What did they get, did they always get their wish? Of course they did. What about the stars. What's with that star, you knew, didn't you? Did you? What was it-)

"Siffrin!"

(Odile places her hand on your shoulder.)

(Don't. Touch. Me.)

(Even without words you got the message across. Stupid. You're not friends. You're not even allies.)

(She's staring at you. Afraid.)

(You must look downright terrifying right now.)

(So what. She'll get over it, and if not, then you'll be tugged away just like you have hundreds of times. It didn't matter. Slowly, you put the knife to your side, there's no blood on it. You pick up the book again.)

". . . Sorry."

(Fine.)

(Damn. You lost your place. Fine. You started walking to the entrance with the book in hand. You could check the book out or steal it. They wont miss a dead language. You needed out of this dusty, disgusting place. Odile followed.)

(You paused at the exit. It was bright outside.)

". . ."

(She wanted to say something. What, another apology? A scolding?)

(. . . No, something's wrong.)

(She must have picked it up too. You heard something, felt something, smelt something. But you couldn't make it out. There was too much information, too much at once. You gritted your teeth and stepped outside.)

(You winced at the light. The streets were busy. It was loud. Stars, what was going on, something was off, something was wrong.)

"D-dile!"

"Gems- Bonny?!?"

(You turn, Boniface was running to Odile. Why were they here? They were holding tight to Odile. They were crying.)

"There!"

(You look up. A couple of Defenders were jogging over to you two. On instinct, you put yourself between them and Odile and Boniface.)

(Odile seemed just as suspicious.) "What, what happened? what do you two want?"

(The defenders seemed unremarkable, by Vaugarde standards that is.) "That kid ran away from their sister, we're trying to get them back to her."

(Hmm...)

"They ran way from Pétronille? Did something happen?"

(Boniface wasn't responding.)

"Well they were almost kidnapped yesterday, but we caught the girl who tried it, I bet they're still spooked."

(Girl?)

". . . Who was it?" (Odile asked, stone faced.)

"It wasn't her..."

(You turn around, Boniface...?)

"Belle didn' do it... Za told me to, to get you, and, and Nille..."

(You draw your dagger.)

"Siffrin! No need for that!"

"Hey easy kid, we're here to help."

(Help. Ha. You looked at the two defenders. When Mirabelle asked for help all those cowards chose to stay here all nice and comfy. It didn't mater that Vaugarde would freeze. Help, they only helped themselves.)

(Something was wrong. Something wasn't right. Isabeau, Pétronille, and Mirabelle were undoubtedly in trouble.)

(. . . No, it was past that.)

(You didn't need some star in your ear or some annoying jingle. You knew what this was. Wrong choice then, after all.)

(You turn to look at Boniface and Odile. They looked worried, confused, maybe angry. Odile, oh Odile, holding Boniface and telling them its ok even if the world is stabbing them both in the back. Oh whatever, it didn't matter anyway.)

(Well, here comes the hardest part. You twist the knife the other way.)

(Odile. She looks confused. And then, she looks horrified. Oh Odile, always the quickest to work things out.)

(She can't move fast enough to stop you.)

(It hurts.)

(. . . It took longer than usual.)

(. . . The other two would show up soon. They can deal with it.)

(. . . You're going to throw up.)

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tobiasdrake · 1 month

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Just because I deserved that, it doesn't mean I can't nonetheless be mad about it.

The way I see it, it's their fault. They knew I was allergic but didn't do enough to try and stop me. If this relationship is going to work then it needs to be a give and take.

Yeah, yeah. Consider this a lesson learned.

...

Am I really going to let a snack food win, though? <.< Hrm...

IT WAS THE PRINCIPLE OF THE THING.

Anyways as long as I'm enjoying this tasty pineapple loop, I might as well go check out something I've been curious about.

Bonnie was wrong which is unsurprising since they only chose their side out of spite after Isa had a good feeling about the other direction. Blind contrarianism is always the wrong answer.

But I am curious to see what would have been up there.

Don't worry, y'all. I'll unwrite this from time as soon as I see what's up.

Not much over here, it seems. Though we found a cool earring for Isabeau so it's not a complete waste. Oh well. Back to the future.

And this time... fine, I'll take something that won't kill me in the most delicious way possible.

Yaaaaaaaay.

This is so much better than savoring sugared pineapple slices until I black out. ._.

Well. Now we have a better look at all that... stuff. Is that hair? Did the king fill the top floor with hair!?

Okay so it's thread, not hair. Easy mistake to make. Just as weird. Slightly less gross.

(⚆ᗝ⚆)

AT LONG LAST MY DING DING SHALL BE COMPL--

...I....

...do not have my ding ding. I'll be right back.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

T_T The ding ding.

Isa? Attack this mirror. Please hit it really, really hard. Right now.

A room dedicated to nothing but a gigantic mirror is always a bad thing. Even worse when the conspicuous mirror is surrounded by effigies of victims, like the myriad paintings lying around the room.

Kill this mirror with gusto, Isa. For me. Please.

...oh. Never mind. I'm sorry I told you to break the mirror, Isa.

It's not half as good as that kid's doodle but I'll accept it nonetheless.

Oh so this is where all the little Change God statues get made. I want a moving one, though. Guess I'll have to come back after this place gets unfrozen.

...that's going to come in super handy, actually.

Snooping time

DUBIOUS

...

We. Have got. To complete this bomb. Of course we have to complete this bomb. Why wouldn't we complete this bomb?

My mind immediately went to Danganronpa, which would indicate that they have terrible taste. That I share.

But no, they're probably reading Hunger Games. Which would indicate that they have terrible taste, but differently so.

Though they might actually be reading Battle Royale.

#in stars and time #drake plays in stars and time

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insertdisc5 · 1 year

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Devlog #13: Achievements and Q&A (one more time)

Hello everyone! Welcome to this month’s devlog!

If you just stumbled upon this, I am Adrienne, also known as insertdisc5! I’m the developer, writer, artist, main programmer, etc of the game. The game being In Stars and Time, a timeloop RPG, which is also the next and final game in the START AGAIN series, following START AGAIN: a prologue (available here!). You can find out more about In Stars and Time here!!!

LET’S GET TO IT. This month has Steam achievements news, and a third round of Q&As!

I’m very happy to announce… THAT STEAM ACHIEVEMENTS HAVE BEEN IMPLEMENTED!!! That’s right, the true Gamers(™) among you will get to have fun trying to 100% the game.

But let me tell you, trying to make steam achievements work for RPGmaker was hell. I must’ve spent 3 months trying to make the (admittedly, somewhat easy) code work. Most plugins for it just use the magic sentence “refer to [someone’s plugin] for instructions on how to do it”, and guess what? SOMEONE’S PLUGIN ISN’T ONLINE ANYMORE. So I had to figure out how to make it work with the few crumbs I found on forums. And I still couldn’t make it work!!!

Thankfully, In Stars and Time’s programmer extraordinaire Isabella Ava took one look at it and figured it out instantly. And I tried it out. And it worked. And I yelled very loudly. Thanks Isabella for saving me again!!!

(pictured above: ISAT’s testing room, and steam achievements unlocking for the first time. Yes I took a screenshot and I was so happy the screenshot is a little cropped. Adds to the experience)

There’s currently 40ish achievements that can be unlocked in In Stars and Time, I hope you will have fun getting them all!!!

Overall, development is going well, from QA to localization to porting, and many things are in the works! Like, MANY things. I hope I get to share more with everyone soon because I am so excited for everyone to see what’s in store!!! Thank you for your patience!!!

…What? That’s it for this month? Well, no. Once again, it’s Q&A time! I asked the lovely people in In Stars And Time’s discord to send me some questions! So let’s get going! (Side note, you should join the discord channel teehee) ((Everyone is anonymous this time because it’s discord. Discord names are a very private thing.))

What's everyone's favorite food/animal/both? Which character do you like or relate to the most?

I answered food some time ago, so you get favorite animals! Siffrin likes cats because of course. Isabeau might actually prefers cats over dogs but its a close one. Mirabelle is a dog person. Odile is cats all the way. Bonnie is right in the middle. Wait, that’s just cats and dogs!!!!!!

As for which character I relate to the most: Siffrin :) Closely followed by Odile!

does anyone in the main cast know magic tricks/sleight of hand stuff? if so, what kind of tricks do they do? where did they learn them?

Siffrin for sure knows some coin tricks and maybe some sleight of hand, which they’d probably learn while traveling… Being a traveler means you gotta know some of those right??? It’s part of the mystique???

I also think Mirabelle and Isabeau would know some basic sleight of hand as well, just because I can easily imagine the House of Change having this as a class…

How do you write the name of the island east of Vaugarde? The map from devlog #10 makes it seem like it's M Wudu? (Similarly, how do you pronounce it?)

Mwudu! And as for pronunciation, hm… Maybe with a soft oo sound for the U letters in there? I wonder… (<- never pronounces things out loud)

Q: Does Odile have a massive collection of books back home? Are there certain books that she took with her on her travels, or had to leave behind? Same for Mira, if she has any books outside of her collection in the House.

I actually don’t imagine Odile having a massive collection of books, just because I imagine Ka Bue as having libraries that are easy to access… Like she definitely owns books, but not a massive collection or anything. She brought the one book with her (her weapon!) but it’s more of a notebook than a book. But also if you ask me in a month I might go "she obviously has 300 books at home"

As for Mirabelle, her room is her home, so she doesn’t have anywhere else to put her books!

are there any deaths that are random chance? if so how would that be programmed?

also. what ARE the gang's favorite books

No, not really! Mostly because it would be very fun from a story perspective, but hellish from a gameplay perspective. Dying for reasons that are just Numbers Said So and this can happen at any time is not very fun as a player! What about my sense of control!!! So, when you die in ISAT, you will know why. HOWEVER, a bunch of events are random chance <3

And Mirabelle’s favorite book is a book series called The Cursing of Château Castle. I’m freestyling for the rest of these: Isabeau would say it's some book like “How To Get Bigger Muscles For Dummies'', somehow I’m certain Siffrin’s favorite book is a memoir of some kind or a poetry book, and Bonnie’s favorite book is the current most popular comic book for kids in Vaugarde. Odile’s is a secret <3

Q: Are there any bugs you've made into features?

alternative Q: What do the characters think about freeze tag?

YES!!!!! YOUR QUESTION IS SO GOOD IM MAD I CAN’T SPECIFY HOW… PLEASE ASK ME AGAIN WHEN THE GAME COMES OUT <3 Without giving away too much, there’s a couple events in the game that are here because of a bug that I thought added a lot to the atmosphere <3

Most of the gang are adults so they do not think about children’s games. However I imagine that for most kids in Vaugarde, freeze tag is the new fun game to play. Maybe they’d call it King instead. Who’s the King? Don’t get tagged by the King or you’re gonna be frozen!!! (Bonnie doesn’t want to play tag anymore.)

what & when was your first exposure where you went: "time to make a game"? im just wondering what got you started

would there be an official subreddit for the isat community? i dont really use reddit much anymore but its something that croessed my mind a while back and by that i mean would there be official support for it or would it just be supported by fans?

whats your favorite track from the prologue?

A lot of things made me start making the prologue and then ISAT, but really: boredom from the pandemic teehee.

A subreddit… That’s a neat idea!!! If enough people are into it, that’s definitely something we’d consider, so if you want that you should make some noise :3

As for tracks, I genuinely think every single track Studio Thumpy Puppy has made is a 10/10, but the King’s battle theme holds a special spot in my heart… And Long Journey too ;w; And that’s not counting the tracks from ISAT which are just All Bangers All The Time (pst go get the prologue’s soundtrack here)

1. What’s something about working on the game or the prologue that was more difficult than you thought it would be?

The… scope… I truly intended to have both the prologue and ISAT to be very short experiences, and they became way bigger than I envisioned! I did know they were going to be bigger than I thought, but They Sure Are Bigger Than I Thought. For example, I intended the prologue to be a 30mn experience… And it ended up being a couple hours long teehee

with a scale from 1 to 10 how much will the poor guy suffer in the game

Aiming for 11 baby

You got to the bottom of this devlog! Have a Silly Little Picture, which I sent as payment to everyone on discord who sent in a question

That’s all I have to say for today! Let me know if you have any questions, or if there’s any aspect of the game development struggle you’d like me to talk about! See you next time!!!

AND DON’T FORGET TO WISHLIST THE GAME ON STEAM ALSO IT REALLY HELPS BECAUSE STEAM’S ALGORITHM IS MORE LIKELY TO SHOW OFF GAMES WITH A HIGH AMOUNT OF WISHLISTS THAT’S THE REASON WHY GAME DEVS ALWAYS ASK TO WISHLIST!!! OKAY BYE!!!!

#in stars and time #devlog #indie dev #game dev #start again start again start again #video game

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isatswap · 3 days

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(in stars and time spoilers afoot)

Something Failing

TTOS version of Act 2 ending from ISAT

Isabeau: HEAD HOUSEMAIDEN!!!

King: Isabeau!

(Oh!)

Mirabelle: Sure is him! Safe and sound!

Odile: So tall.... I didn't think I'd see a second person taller than you today, Mirabelle.

Bonnie: And a second person with such pretty hair.

Isabeau: Head Housemaiden.... You're okay, after all this.... Isabeau: I-The House, and when-The Scary Lady--

King: Isabeau. Dear. King: I'm so proud of you! Look at you! You're the savior of Vaugarde!! King: You saved the House, and the whole country of Vaugarde. We owe you a great debt. King: All of you.

(You jump slightly.)

Bonnie: Oh!

Mirabelle: Haha, it was an honor!

Odile: Whuh- I- I mean, of course. Yes.

Isabeau: Hehe!

King: I should have anticipated her being this strong.... King: But when she attacked the House, I was unprepared. Everyone was counting one me, but at that point it was too late. King: Hearing that our young Isabeau, who only just started his Change journey before this, was the one to save all of Vaugarde... You look so much more confident, now. King: I'm so glad I managed to give you some power before The Curse took over me!

Isabeau: Uh, yeah, about that.... Head Housemaiden, everyone thinks I was blessed by the Change God.

King: Oh! But why would they?....

Isabeau: It started as a rumor, and then it kinda got out of hand, and I decided it would be better to not say anything....

King: Ah, but isn't it a bit silly to think that? King: Everyone knows that the Change God is a lazy deity!

Bonnie: Wow, and from the Head Housemaiden himself...

Odile: Wait, isn't that sacrilege or something?....

King: Haha! But it is true!

Isabeau: ...

King: Oh, Isabeau... Perhaps you thought people thinking that Change God blessed you would give them more hope?

Isabeau: Yeah, something like that.... I'm sorry.

King: I don't blame you, Isabeau. You acted in a way you thought was right. King: I knew I was right to bless you!

Isabeau: But... Why me?

King: Oh, Isabeau.... King: Well.... I could only pass my blessing to one person, and I was already pretty much gone, and you were almost out of the House when the Scary Lady got to me.... King: So you were the only logical choice, really.

Mirabelle: WHAT????

Isabeau: ...

King: And, Housemaiden Isabeau... King: Despite you just starting out as a Housemaiden, you were the most hardworking one I've ever seen. Always striving to learn new things, and to Change yourself in the process. King: Not being afraid to challenge yourself, even if you weren't sure you would succeed. King: You were the only logical choice, yes, but you also were the only RIGHT choice.

Isabeau: Head Housemaiden... Isabeau: No, King....Thank you!

King: Hah.

(King offers his fist, and Isabeau bumps it afer a short delay.)

Isabeau: Yeaaaah!!!

King: Hah! King: You are strong, Isabeau. Just as I remember. King: And you, Isabeau's companions... Thank you for helping him get this far. King: You have my gratitude, and the entire country of Vaugarde's!...

Odile: Heh.

Mirabelle: Glad to be of service again, King!

Bonnie: Don't mention it.

(You hide your face with the rim of your cloak.)

King: Hohoho! King: ....Soon, you will be able to go to your regular lives. Away from battle and strife. King: Finally, you'll all be able to go home! King: If this House can help you with anything... don't hesitate to ask. King: But for now..... Bask in the feeling of a job well done.

(...)

(You managed to defeat the Scary Lady, and brought peace back to Vaugarde...)

(...)

(...Before your journey ends, you should talk with everyone!)

Bonnie: ...

Loop: "..."

Bonnie: ...Oh, do you want me to start? Bonnie: We did it, Loop! Our journey is over now. Bonnie: ...meh. Bonnie: Looking back, this part was kinda...short, compared to our whole journey.

(...It was longer for you than for them, but it doesn't matter now.)

Bonnie: But we saved Vaugarde, Loop! That's something to brag about, right? Bonnie: I bet my sister will be impressed when I finally go back home. Bonnie: It was fun travelling with you, but i still need to take care after her. Or at least make sure she is OK. She is probably VERY confused right now, haha! Bonnie: Although, I might need to continue my travels after this...

Loop: (Oh, maybe they will tell you now!) "To find a birthday gift for her?"

Bonnie: What, did you think I would tell you now that our journey is over? Bonnie: I think it would be funnier if you guessed more.

Loop: "Boo...."

Bonnie: Hehehe. Bonnie: I'll miss you, Loop. Including your jokes. Bonnie: Even though I never knew too much about you, I know you are a good person. And that is what matters, right? But you shouldn't hide from us this much, okay? We'd love to listen to your problems! Bonnie: You can also visit me at Bambouche! You'll get to see my kick-crab sister!

(Oh!)

(Bonnie smiles at you joyfully.)

(You smile back with your eyes.)

(...)

Bonnie: .....

(Bonnie is mumbling something to themselves.)

Bonnie: ....where will she go now?... Bonnie: ...!

(Bonnie notices you and flashes you a smile.)

(You smile back with your eyes.)

Odile: ...

Loop: "Is everything okay?..."

Odile: !

(Odile quickly turns to you.)

Odile: Oh. Odile: Yeah, it's just.... It's really over, right?

Loop: "Yeah, it's over!"

Odile: Ok. Odile: .... Odile: That was... a journey for sure. Odile: I feel like I aged 10 years. Odile: At least I will be able to get back to my usual travels.

(You've always wondered....)

Loop: "What's the goal of your travels, actually?"

Odile: Heh. Odile: Sightseeing.

(Odile snickers a bit.)

(Not suspicious at all.)

Odile: Just want to look at this country for a bit more. When it isn't...you know. Odile: Might actually come back to Ka Bue after this.... Odile: ....

(Odile diverts her gaze, as if saddened by something, but then notices you're looking directly at her.)

Odile: And don't look at me like that! I'm not ten, I can travel alone!!! Odile: Just leave already. This "talking" thing tires me out.

(You shrug and go, but not before giving her a warm look.)

(Odile is writing something in her book.)

(She notices you but doesn't say anything, only smiling smugly.)

Isabeau: Loop!

Loop: "Isa!"

Isabeau: We did it, Loop! Isabeau: I-I almost couldn't believe it!! Isabeau: It's like.... When you prepare for something, but you do it too much so when the thing happens you're still caught off guard! Isabeau: And it was so sudden, too! I didn't actually expect that attack to work this well!!! Isabeau: And now it's over! And everything is fine! And-- And--

(Isabeau tries to catch his breath, but is evidently failing due to emotion.)

Loop: "Isa." Loop: "Like this...."

(You take a deep breath, in and out.)

(Isabeau follows suit, irregularly at first, then calmer, and calmer, until....)

Isabeau: Ha.... Isabeau: .... Isabeau: Hehehe.....

(?)

Isabeau: Oh, no, it's just.... Isabeau: You can be so nice sometimes, Loop.

(!!!)

(Fortunately, your hood hides your warm cheeks.)

Isabeau: Oh! Your eyes are sparkling!

(OOPS.)

Isabeau: You know.... We haven't known eachother for that long... Isabeau: But I want you to know that I treasure your company! I really really do!! Isabeau: And so... Thank you! Thank you for accompanying me on this journey!

(If you could, you would smile so hard your cheeks would hurt.)

(You can't say anything, you're so happy.)

Isabeau: ...I'm sure you're excited to go back to travelling on your own... Isabeau: But don't forget me, okay? Isabeau: Come see me in Dormon anytime! I'd love to hang out! Isabeau: You might even see me Change bit by bit! Isabeau: ....Will you come?

(You will.)

Loop: "I will."

(There is no questioning that.)

(Isabeau gives you a big thumbs up and smiles.)

(You smile back with your eyes.)

Mirabelle: Loopie!!!

Mirabelle: We won, Loopie! We truly did! We defeated the Scary Lady! We can finally go back to our normal lives!! Isn't it nice?

Loop: "It is!!!"

Mirabelle: Yeah!!! Mirabelle: Although, I think I will stay here for a bit before going on my journey again. Mirabelle: Need to check up on how my peers have been and all that. Mirabelle: And I want to meet some of the new Housemaidens as well! The new ones are always so cute, teehee! Mirabelle: ....So. Uh. Remember what I told you? At the Clocktower?

(That's right!!!)

(She wanted to tell you something after you beat the Scary Lady, didn't she....)

Loop: (...) "You wanted to tell me something?"

Mirabelle: Right I wanted to tell you something! But.... Mirabelle: Before I tell you, I need to give you something first.

(Mirabelle reaches into her pocket...)

Mirabelle: I.... Mirabelle: ....

Mirabelle: ....hm.... Mirabelle: ......where are the--

Bonnie: HEY, FOLKS, WE MIGHT WANNA GET GOING!!!

Bonnie: We still need to eat!!! And to rest!! No one goes anywhere until we do that!

Mirabelle: ....

(Mirabelle breathes out in a slightly frustrated way.)

Mirabelle: I must have left it in the Clocktower. Mirabelle: Oh well! Guess that is for later. Mirabelle: Bonbon is right, to be honest. I'm SUPER hungry.

(....)

(She didn't get to say what she wanted....)

Mirabelle: Awww, don't worry! I'll give you the thing when we return to the tower! Mirabelle: ....Ah, Loopie, I'm glad this is over! Mirabelle: But.... I'll miss you. I hope we get to meet eachother again. Mirabelle: Maybe we will both visit here! Or in Bambouche! Or will just cross paths by accident! Wouldn't that be nice?

Loop: "It very much would."

Mirabelle: Hehe!

Mirabelle: ...ruined the moment ugh.....

(She smiles at you gently when she notices that you are looking.)

King: The Traveller! King: Have you done talking to your companions? Yes? Good, good. King: Thank you for helping Isabeau all the way to the beautiful end. King: Loop, correct? If there is anything I can do to thank you, don't hesitate to ask! You have my eternal gratitude, after all. King: I know you will go back on your travels soon, but I do hope you will keep in touch, if only for young Isabeau... King: But no matter what, this House and Dormont always have their doors open to you! Please come back...any...time....

King: ...!!!!!!

King: Ohhhh.... No, it can't be!

Loop: "...?"

King: Oh... Loop.... King: I am so sorry! We can't prevent it anymore...! King: I'm sorry! You will be going back! Back when everything started!

(!!!!)

(The air around you almost thickens...)

(You feel burnt sugar in the back of your throat.)

Loop: "What? Why? What is happening?!?"

King: I know you thought you adventure was over, but it can't end!! King: Something is broken, something is failing, rotting!!! King: I wish I could fix it on my own, but.... it's already too late. King: I wish I could've seen it, prevented it! Ohhhh, ohhh, it is time, savior!

(You feel a tug on your stomach)

King: It's my fault alone that you have to suffer like this. King: I just hope that one day... King: You might learn to forgive$%^&*(!

#in stars and time #isat #isat au #ttos #in stars and time spoilers #if there are any typos blame my schedule its 1 am

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cleophantom · 10 months

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I pick an Oshawott and name her Isabeau. She's a determined young lady and she shows it, managing to defeat Hugh's Snivy despite the latter landing a nasty critical hit at the start of the battle.

We soon meet a Purrloin named Panther. She kinda rushed to join us, which is a bad sign for Isabeau and I. Haste could mean that she manages to dodge every hit, but it couls also mean that she'll die before she ever had a chance. Nevertheless, Panther joins us and she manages to recruit a Pidove named Hato. Hato is incredibly confident, and she lets us know that she'll handle Snivy just fine. Isabeau remains concerned, but we can't flout the law and replace her.

Nevertheless, Hato proves her skill, and she's so self-assured that she just shrugs off Snivy's attempts to make her drop her guard, allowing her to handily defeat Snivy despite another nasty critical hit at the start of the battle.

At Floccesy Ranch, we meet a little pup named Myria. She and Isabeau are a lot alike, and the two get along pretty well.

Against Cheren, Myria easily defeats his Patrat, but Lilipup works itself up into a murder frenzy, and Myria can't survive two hits. we did manage to Leer it, so hopefully Hato can come in and kill it with Quick Attack. This was the plan, but it doesn't feel great.

The Lilipup lunges at Myria, its thrashing teeth tearing through fur and flesh to finish the job.

Hato lands a Quick Attack, but the damage is pitiful, and Lilipup works itself up further. my heart sinks as Cheren uses a Potion. Isabeau doesn't look hopeful, but she's ready to finish the fight, whatever way it happens. She manages to kill the Lilipup, but she's badly hurt as Pidove comes out. With Quick Attack, it can easily take us out. Isabeau is faster, but it hardly matters. She just can't deal enough damage.

As my team lies dead, I swear I see the outline of a Patrat, bruised and battered, mouth stained in a mix of blue and red.

I see the world around me distort, as a hole of light appears and the Patrat escapes through it.

I pick an Oshawott and name her Isabeau.

#pokemon #nuzlocke #liveblogging

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newsfromthehouseofbourbon · 2 years

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So, I'm back. I briefly stopped off in the middle of Louis XIV's teenage years, and that was only supposed to last through February*. Needless to say, it got a little heated in there.

*Before I go any further, February is always set aside for love. So there is always something interesting to write about. There are 3 months of love here. Good luck with that.

Now, as the writer of @tkwrtrilogy, @tkwrtrilogy2, @tkwrtrilogy3 @extendedtkwrtrilogyend, @tkwrtlegends, @tkwrealm, @trenarnolegolaslasgalen @tkwrtrilogylasttale, @tkwrtnewsfeed, @oflordsandkingstkwrtbook, @eeveningpostcomics, @thegnotesots, @keyldonchildrenoftheprohecy and co-author of @thesecretofthehouseofbourbonbook, @lesecretdelamaisondubourbon (as well as the now extremely infamous Instagram story known as I à XIV (and everything book here is replicated to some degree on WordPress, Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook), I am busy. But this is the new writing schedule for one of the books (this one). With everyone jacked up on Louis' love life, the next excerpt (which is already done and ready to go) will be a nice break as Louis is back to being a 4-year-old for a little while (with his infamously outspoken baby brother Philippe raising a whole lot of heck at his side).

But, in case you missed all the love stuff, here's a sample*:

This scene takes place at the Old château of Versailles before he turns into the golden box on the hill. Hell, he's only 18 years old. He's not even married, cut him some slack. Yes, he could play harpsichord (who knew).

SPOILER: There are at least 10 women before he's married. 🤫 (Fun fact: This is way too much fun for one human being to have). Either way, I cannot wait to get started. I can hardly sleep. Patience is a virtue I do not like, but I will try my hardest to remain calm.

See you soon.--JMM (XIV).

*Disclaimer: This entire trilogy is based on the historical record. It is written in all the languages Louis XIV was fluent in: French, Spanish, English, and Italian. It helps that my co-author @fortunatelyclevercandy (representing all the brothers of my kings but she loves herself some Monsieur) is Italian and knows English and French. I know English, French, Spanish, and two forms of Elvish (but that is for another book entirely). Though there are some created characters, most of them are created from actual living people whose names have been lost to history (such as Isabeau in the above excerpt--yes, she did exist but her name was purposely lost to history at the command of Louis XIV himself--you'll find out why when you read the book). The story is not based on the television show Versailles or any other media representation of the House of Bourbon in the 196/7 year period we are covering. We think the actors are cute--who doesn't? I mean, seriously people. Come on! But I digress. Thank you for reading. We hope you enjoy it. And if you don't, that's okay. I will find you because that is what kings do. 😛

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ophelialoveshandsomemen · 3 years

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Cristo y Tú vivís en mi corazón.

Capítulo Dos.( second chapter.)

Warnings: mentions of blood, wounds, seizures, medical procedures, self indulgent use of an ABBA song, Catholicism, maybe a swear or two. If you are under 18…please go to sleep instead and do not read my works!!!!

Medikua; is Basque for Doctor. Espagnole is French for Spaniard. I realize he’s not a spaniard but hispanic however she doesn’t know that and espagnole can sorta mean someone who speaks spanish if you will.

And yeah, I used an ABBA song. Guilty pleasure of mine and -Fernando- just shouts romance with El Catorce for me, so voila! Enjoy!

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Medikua Hermenigilde Hortense, or Doc Hortense as he is more commonly known, is Isabeau's nearest neighbour from 6 and 3/4's of a mile away. A kind 88 year old man of Basque and French descent and the best medical man this side of the Atlantic, he came over to ask Isabeau if she could perhaps spare him an onion or two for his supper. Then promptly found her hunched over a strange, injured Hispanic man almost a km into her 'woods'. Luckily, he rode the donkey cart in. Making the delicate job of transporting said caballero back to the house much more stress free.

Isabeau sat on the floor of the cart, the ragged cotton quilt he keeps on his seat to fend off the cold now draped across her lap to cushion the patient's head. As his donkey walked the trail to her house, the doc turned his head towards the back. The stranger is still unconscious, and Isabeau gently brushes his hair from his forehead, with her right hand keeping steady pressure on his wounds.

That punctured lung is worrying him. Not because he doesn't have the equipment to treat such an injury. Of course he has the correct equipment, he is, after all, ex-military and he knows people, for God's sake. But because it's a punctured lung caused by a machine gunshot, something the good doctor can spot a mile away. Those are never pretty or easy to treat and almost always end fatally. How this young pup has stayed alive for this long is beyond him! Must be his guardian angel putting in much needed overtime...

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Isabeau has officially gone into shock. Or a panic attack. In this situation there can't be much difference, one is just as useless as the other. She vaguely wonders if it's a result of falling out of the cherry tree or of finding a badly wounded, Hispanic man in her woods. Both, in all honesty.

She still cradles his head in her lap and is monitoring his breathing almost constantly.

'"Doc, his breathing is getting to be quite laboured. Can I do something?"

Doc hears the heavy worry saturating her tone. And makes the donkey pick up his pace.

" Alright, try hanging his legs off the end of the cart, get his blood to rush to his feet instead of into his lungs. And settle his back fully on your lap to elevate his heart level even more. But do it slowly, girl. Slow and steady."

He turned back his head many times as he ordered her to ensure she didn't accidently jostle the boy wrong. He had noticed her complexion become paler. "Breathe, Isabeau, breathe! I don't need the both of you passed out in a donkey cart on me. I'm far too old to deal with this all by myself."

She wordlessly nodded. Her returning nausea didn't thank her for it. She subconsciously and minutely tightened her grip around the caballero's shoulders, consequentially pressing his scalp further against her stomach, mildly alleviating her need to lose her guts. She could feel his shallow breath in the crook of her left arm, quick, wheezing in and outs with a few of the inhales resulting in short choking fits. By now, both her arms and her naked thighs made her appear to be a human incarnation of a battlefield, stained scarlet with the lifeblood of young men, ( or of one young man, in this instance).

His heartbeat, Isabeau could faintly feel thrumming in a rhythm too slow and unsteady for her comfort.

She began to sing. Softly. For her comfort. For his comfort. In order to forget the pain in her head from the fall. In hopes to ground the wounded man in her arms. To gently guide him back to the land of the living through his sense of hearing. Isabeau knows from both her studies in university and her own brief dabblings in mild hypnosis and lucid subconsciousness that a person who has lost consciousness, either from sleep, or pain, or loss of blood, can still register, deep in the recesses of their mind, sounds and voices and even full conversations. But they especially hear singing.

So, Isabeau sings.

The melody is the first that pops up in her brain, a song from one of the numerous cd's she keeps in her 2001 Ford f-250 King Ranch. An ABBA Gold cd, if she recalls correctly. She can't remember all the words, so instead she hums when her mind is blank of lyrics.

Can you hear the drums, Fernando? I remember long ago another starry night like this.

They hit a tiny bump in the road, not even enough to bother the steed pulling the cart, but more than enough to send a jolt of pain coursing through the caballero.

In the firelight, Fernando

The pain noticeable in the wince upon his face, causing the girl to expect him to awaken soon. However much she dreads to see the pain etched on his brow, at least he would show more sign of life than now. She continues to hum.

You were singing to yourself and softly strumming your guitar!

A thought briefly flitters across her mind. She wonders if he plays guitar? Or perhaps he sings? Maybe his voice is strong, loud and boisterous. Or is it smooth and deep? Or he dances? Perhaps none of these and he prefers to sits in the sidelines and enjoy the talents of others instead...

And I'm not afraid to say the roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry!

" Almost there cerisette, which door?" "Uh...the back garden door has no stairs and is the closest to my bedroom." "Oh, your bedroom huh!" "My bed's on the floor. Easier to care for him that way."

There was something in the air that night. The stars were bright, Fernando!

Her chorus much slower and more weary than the original.

They were shining down for you and me, for liberty, Fernando!

The doctor steers the cart off the driveway and towards the house.

Though we never thought that we could lose, there's no regret.

They round the last corner of the house, stopping a few feet away from the door, back end turned to the door.

If I had to do the same again, I would, my friend, Fernando!

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Isabeau was exhausted.

They'd been barely successful in carrying the still unknown man into her bed before he slightly awoke, only for him to begin having seizures while she went away in her pickup to Doc's house, grabbing the direly needed equipment for the procedure. Mercifully, he'd only had two minor fits before Doc stabilized him enough to treat the wounds.

Which had taken nearly three hours.

She'd held his hand through most of it. But no one, including herself, could genuinely tell you if she'd done that for his comfort or her own...

She honestly can't recall much else.

She stood in the bathroom down the hall from her bedroom, furiously but tiredly scrubbing at the blood stubbornly caught beneath her fingernails, staining her hands, sticking to the plush hairs on her arms, seeped deep into the fabric of the old yellow plaid shirt she'd swapped her lacy 70's top for...

Her thoughts were disrupted by the good old doc gently placing his freshly washed hands upon her shoulder.

" Get some rest cerisette. The sun may still be awake but you shouldn't be. The caballero is safe now...and so are you. " He sighs. " I am going home for a few hours. Call me if you need me. But get some rest."

With that, Doc Hortense leaves the room. And yes, he did grab a proffered onion on the way.

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She carefully pads across her own bedroom, silent as a Trappist monk, to not disturb her espagnole, as she's begun to call him in her mind. She decides against simply grabbing her sleep clothes and changing somewhere else. Instead she stays standing before her dresser, in full view of son espagnole if he were to awaken. Which he doesn't. She swaps her soiled plaid shirt and jeans shorts for a comfortable pair of well-worn navy flannel pants and a soft long sleeved beige cotton undershirt. No underpinnings either. Girl likes her freedom too much to subject herself to that.

Still a tad too wired up to fully rest, what with the time only being around 8:30 or so, Isabeau cautiously rummages through his minor belongings. Carelessly thrown to the side whilst his life was in danger, now she takes everything in her hands as if it's a precious object. She gingerly folds the white linen jacket, the torn beige button-up, the filthy knit cotton undershirt and the striped wool pants, putting them to the side to be washed later.

Next come the gun holsters and the bullet belts, made of beautifully well crafted leather, the stitching somehow immaculate. Without a doubt handmade. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Isabeau gets the barest nudge that there is no way in hell this was made within the last 50 years. They seem worn: however, they can't be older than a three or four years.

What intrigues her the most about the belts and the holsters, besides being nearly completely full, is the embroidered cross upon the pistol holster. No outlaw trusts that much in God, but no soldier dresses like this. Perhaps a revolutionary from Southern America way back...in...the...

She quickly makes the connection between the guns and the age of the leather and the medallion of La Virgen, the fact that he was shot by a machine gun, mass manufactured and distributed to many governments by Americans in the time she's thinking of.. She may be wrong, but an inkling tells her that she probably isn't. She walks hurriedly back to the bed, sits gently cross-legged on the side where she will rest and softly stares at her sleeping espagnole. Several minutes, or maybe hours, pass and then, she whispers, to the unconscious man, to the dark, to the angels, to God, to herself.

"There's a Cristero in my bed!"

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auncyen · 29 days

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what are your thoughts on the group’s view (i think specifically mirabelle and bonnie mention this in their messed up friendship events) on siffrin being “so mysterious” and “always acting like they know better”? Cause it seemed like a small grievance they’ve had for a while that was (rightly) exacerbated by sif being a prick during those convos.

I'm going to be honest I don't remember Bonnie saying anything about Siffrin being mysterious (at least not as something they're mad about) so as far as I know this is a Mirabelle view only.

tbh I feel like why Mirabelle saw Siffrin like this pre-game was pretty well explained by an interaction in SASASA and I'm currently blanking on if it, or at least similar dialogue, got into ISAT. She says in it how she was disconcerted by them acting like they didn't care, not exactly in a mean way, but like going to fight the King was no more serious than doing laundry, and that after they lost their eye protecting one of them she realized they were earnest about the journey as well. I honestly don't remember if Mirabelle still has a dialogue like that in ISAT but ISAT definitely still has the elements for her to have had that perception, with Siffrin just being like "well everyone else has these great reasons for being here. me? I'm just here because I've got nothing else to do" and being so afraid of showing how attached they are to the others that they try asking everyone what they're going to do post-King but give a joking answer every time the question is turned back to him. Siffrin is not forthcoming about their emotions and has also been. perpetually traveling ever since the trauma, so I imagine they've never really had people close enough to tell them what kind of impression he makes until he joins the group, so no wonder Mirabelle ends up with a weird impression of him!

Odile is older and seems to have Siffrin somewhat figured out just because of experience (she tells him to try letting down his walls so she's got it right that it's more a defensive thing than acting superior) and Isabeau both has a great deal of emotional intelligence and just. seems to have clicked well with Siffrin off the bat in a way Mirabelle didn't because of simple differences in personality. Bonnie's mad at Siffrin already for their own reasons. As far as I'm aware the "Siffrin acts superior" thing is totally a Mirabelle perception but it makes sense in that like. while the party as a whole is pretty in touch with feelings, the party can't get EVERYTHING right emotionally or there wouldn't have been a game to begin with. This is just what happens to be the barrier of sorts between Mirabelle and Siffrin, because in the end, she wants to keep traveling with him too, so why didn't she just ask? Because she thought he'd be disinterested, because he's this cool, mysterious traveler with so much "experience", so worldly, and oh change she just had the entirely wrong idea what was going on inside that sleepy head of theirs.

I find it interesting you're asking me about this though because to me Mirabelle going off about this in act 5 was honestly kind of a bummer about the Mirabelle & Siffrin friendship for me on my first playthrough. (This is all going under a cut because it's tangential.)

Especially after act 4 dialogue makes it clear she still remembers Siffrin saying they're the happiest they've ever been on this journey, after having lost their eye to protect Bonnie, and that she takes his answer seriously, it was a little 'wait, how can she doubt so quickly that Siffrin cares?' And I still wonder if maybe I'd like the act 5 Mirabelle scene more if Siffrin was deliberately being callous like he is with Odile and Isabeau rather than accidentally saying the wrong thing. (I mean he is being a prick in that he's trying to rush an emotional conversation, it's not the nicest thing to do. But he wasn't trying to insult her and as soon as he realizes he's upset her he tries to explain that he said it wrong, but she cuts him off.) But in the end:

act 4 Mirabelle remembers that conversation so act 5 Mirabelle should too, but act 4 Mirabelle also says that after having the bonding experience of trawling the final dungeon, eating snacks together, and kicking the King's crabbing butt. (and it may or may not be family run dependent too if she says it? I forget. I usually did family runs once available even if they were the cheaty speed ones.) act 5 Mirabelle didn't get to have those moments.

act 5 Mirabelle has also been hearing from the villagers that Siffrin's acting weird in ways that confirm the "acting mysterious and like they know better" characterization. They're actually just slowly burning their last brain cell but you know. when they won't admit it. how is she supposed to know.

act 5 Mirabelle has also had a friend say something super upsetting to her that is pretty 'why would you say that', 'was I totally wrong about our friendship', she pretty much says right in the dialogue that she'd decided on more innocent explanations for Siffrin's quirks that initially rubbed her wrong (like the teasing! She probably didn't like that at first and probably had to convince herself that they were just one of the people that bonded by teasing, not teasing to be mean) but yeah with her hearing from villagers that Siffrin's acting in this way and him saying such a cruel thing to her seemingly unprovoked it makes sense that when all the little things about Siffrin get tossed up in her head, they, for the moment, land on "they're a jerk".

and in the end she goes after them, is the one to unfreeze them (not like anyone else could have done it, but still) she DOES see him as a friend. She's just. still reserving the right to be mad about what he said. Which considering what was said and that they said it because they were trying to rush through a conversation important to her, y'know, FAIR.

...Anyway I had to get that out. again. TANGENTIAL.

#Mirabelle #siffrin #in stars and time #in stars and time spoilers #I'M SORRY ANON??? I HOPE IN RAMBLING I ANSWERED ENOUGH LOL

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vulpixisananimal · 1 month

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"Did you tell Siffrin already?"

(You shouldn't be listening in like this, just go back to your room. Bonnie is ok, Bonnie is safe, even though they got hurt, they're safe. Listening in like this is just going to hurt your feelings.)

(Or at least tell you what they really think about you.)

"Not yet... Do you think they'll take it well?" (You heard Mira say.)

(Mira, Isa, and Odile were all talking in the common room they had at the Inn, Nille was making sure Bonnie was comfortable in their room after... All that.)

"Prrrrobably not... We should tell them anyways, though." (Isabeau was always looking out for you...)

"Indeed, talking goes both ways after all." (Odile.)

"True! Which I still would have liked you to do yesterday M'dame! I know Sif's been acting strange but..."

(You sigh internally. You were acting strange. You all were.)

(... It still felt weird.)

(There's three of you. Three Siffrins. Sometimes there's a gap of a few days you don't remember. You don't remember doing things you apparently did a few hours ago.)

(Sometimes the others were here, Loop, Mal Du Pays. Thoughts that weren't your own would bounce around your head, argue with you.)

(You weren't paying attention to what your family was saying anymore.)

(We need to tell them about, all this.)

(Now? Oh absolutely not Stardust, poor Bonbon just hit their head, they've got so much on their plate already~)

(You were the one who told me to be more open, Loop.)

(Yeeeeees, but there's a time and a place-)

"Hey Siffrin!"

(You snap back to reality, Nille was walking over.) "Feeling better?"

(You glance away, putting on a smile.) "Oh, yeah I'm feeling much better! How's Bonnie?"

"Oh lil Bonbon is resting up, Mira said they got a big booboo but they're great!"

(You relax your shoulders. As long as Bonnie was ok...)

(Nille raised an arm to put over your shoulder, pauses, then puts her arm back.)

"C'mon, we gotta figure out who that crabbing kidnapper was!" (Nille moved past Siffrin to join the others in the common room. You followed her. You still couldn't look her in the eye.)

(Odile, Isabeau, and Mirabelle were all seated and chatting, Nille joined them. Isa perked up seeing you walk in.)

"Sif!! You feeling alright? I got you fever medicine, and I wanted to maybe get you a gift because-"

"Gems alive Isa" (Odile pinched the bridge of her nose.)

(Nille made a half-laughing noise, and you sat down.) "I'm alright Isa, gift exchange can Wait," (You leaned in. Joke incoming.) "I just know any gift you get me will be my fever-ite."

(The mixture of laughter and pained groans was as sweet as always.)

"Thank you, Siffrin." (Odile said with a sigh) "Now, let's go over what happened."

(And so they started talking. Bonnie was grabbed in the farmers market while Nille was distracted, but was cut off by Mirabelle, who showed up soon after.)

"Thanks again for that, Mira." (Nille said with a smile.)

"O-oh! Well..." (She glanced your way- oh! Mira hadn't told anyone that it was a Loop, right... After some thought, you gave a nod.)

"Well! You should probably thank Siffrin actually!"

"Huh!?!?" (Wait that's not what you expected.)

"Hmm, yes why would you be thanking Siffrin" (Odile was looking at you.)

(You slump down in your seat, she probably already figured out what happened.)

(Just means you're all in now Stardust, unless you want to try going back again~)

(No. Absolutely not.)

"W-well, remember that story about, looping we told you about Nille?" (She nods.) "Well, this morning when I woke up screaming, That was because..."

(You pause for a moment, breath in, and out.)

"Because Bonnie was grabbed from the farmers market when I was there, instead of you. And, And I, I..."

(I told you. I told you not to tell them.)

(You keep breathing, it'll be ok, just keep breathing-)

"Hey, you did better than me." (Said Nille)

(... Huh?)

(she continued) "It it wasn't for Mirabelle I would have lost them too... So, I can't really blame you at all if you're worried about that."

( ... Oh.)

"And!! Since you were able to loop back, we got to try that again and Bonnie's ok!!" (Mirabelle interjected.)

"Although that is somewhat concerning you looped back even weeks since after we defeated the King." (Odile was thinking, it had been weeks after all. Defeat the King, party at Dormont, visit Bambouche and meet Nille, help things there...)

(You still failed though. We did. They wont forget that.)

(Can you just go away.)

"Who was that, anyway?"

(The conversation continues.)

"well, I didn't know! Their face was covered, but, but they must have been confident to try something like that here."

"Oh! What kinda craft did they use? Maybe that'll give us a clue."

"Protection craft, felt it when they tried to hit me, pretty crabbing bad at craft."

"If this was a professional I would have thought they'd target someone with Pierce craft. What were they wearing?"

"Hard to make it out, just a big old cloak and a nasty dagger..."

"Oh!! They did have some broche with a white star on it!! It looked familiar.."

"The Kings armor."

(The others turn to you as you speak up, you continue.)

"The Kings armor has stars on it, white stars." (Wishing stars.)

"I guess you would have seen it a lot..." (Thanks Mirabelle.)

"So this guy's related to the King somehow?" (said Isabeau, thinking.)

"Doubtful, but if they're related to the King, that would explain their choice of craft." (Odile continued,) "If they knew Siffrin was supposed to escort Bonnie then having a craft that beats his makes sense."

(The table fell silent, the King was frozen at the Pinnacle of the house of change. There was no way the King could still be an issue now. Not after all they had been through.)

(all you had been through.)

(What a wonderful joke, Universe! I'm laughing more than I have in a thousand loops! Ahahahahahhahahaha!!!)

(Gentler, please, we already have a headache.)

"We're trying to finish a house without all our nails," (Nille said, leaning back in her chair.) "Boniface is safe now, at least. We could at least go ask the Defenders about it."

"Tomorrow. Today's been headache inducing enough." (Odile said with authority. You opened your mouth to protest, but her look cut you off.)

"It could be nothing, too! Just some random accident, or something..." (Oh Mira...)

"I'm just too popular, naturally, my adoring fans wanted my attention." (You say cheekily.)

"Oh can I be your bouncer, Sif? Can't have your fanclub bothering you!" (Isa said with his big ol grin.)

"Of course! I would be honored-"

"Get a room you two!" (Nille said, obviously having fun with it. That made Isa very embarrassed and you turn away just a bit.)

"Is there anything else we should discuss while we're here?" (asked Odile, exasperated.)

"Nope! All good here!"

"I-I don't think So?"

"Nah, nothing to discuss."

"... Siffrin?"

(Odile was looking at you. You wanted to say you didn't have anything to add. You wanted to smile and say everything was ok.)

(Then why don't you.)

(Because they're our family, they deserve to know, right?)

(And if you are wrong about them.)

(Then we'll just loop back! As the Universe has forced on us oh so many times~)

(That.. hardly makes it any better.)

(Sooo we're agreed~?)

(... We will regret this.)

(Maybe... But we made a promise.)

(You open your mouth....)

#aaaaaaaand cliffhanger #sorry this post was getting way too long #so #two parter #isat #isat au #isat art #isat fanart #isat siffrin #isat mirabelle #isat isabeau #isat odile #isat nille #isat loop #isat mal du pays #isat spoilers #siffrin system au #sifstem

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collinnmckinley · 3 years

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All Odds for Lockheart? 💜💜

Oof this is gonna be long lol.

Isabeau Lockheart, aka Igrain. Harry’s personal assistant and protégé.

1.What is/are your OC’s nickname(s) and how did it come about? Issy or Izzy, its however you like to write it but it read the same way. It’s just the short version of her name.

3.How tall is your OC? 5'7, Or 1.70m.

5.What does your OC normally wear? What would your OC wear on a special night? Her normal attire would be a dress shirt with dress pants. Even for special nights, she doesn't really wear anything glamorous.

7.Does your OC have any markings, such as a birthmark or a scar? Well Issy had a tough childhood, a lot of fights and beatings so she is plastered with small scars on her body.

9.What does your OC’s bedroom look like? His/her living area? Pretty simple and extremely neat. Doesn’t buy any luxurious items but will keep if she was gifted any.

11.What is your OC’s relationship with his/her mother? Isabeau’s mother died when she was pretty young, but they had a good one when it was there.

13.How many siblings does your OC and what is his/her relationship with them? None.

15.What was your OC’s childhood like? Really tough. She grew up in a really bad neighborhood and there she was used as an entertainments tool for illegal underage fight club. But she survived the odds when normally girls wouldn’t in such environments.

17.What is your OC’s imagination like? I don’t know how to describe it really, Sunny? warm?

19.What does your OC think of children- either in general or about having them? Issy LOVES children but doesn’t know how to handle them, but one day she would love to have her own.

20.Who are your OC’s closest relatives? Besides Mike, there’s noone else.

23.Who are the people your OC surrounds him/herself with? Mike/Thatcher (of course), Harry/Six, Seamus/Sledge, sometime James/Smoke, and some of the members of team Rainbow.

25.If your OC has a soulmate, who is it? Mike Baker/Thatcher <3

27.What are some things your OC admires about his/her soulmate? Everything, there’s nothing she doesn’t like about him, she loves Mike as a whole and as he is.

29.What is your OC’s level of education? Doctorate, Isabeau used to be a professor before she was offered this job.

31.What is your OC’s opinion of school? What kind of student was s/he? She thinks school is necessary. Isabeau was an excellent student.

33.What subjects interested your OC? Issy doesn’t like to talk to people but her job requires her to. So she wouldn’t humor anyone. Even with Mike, things are easy going and not many words are spoken.

35.How is your OC working towards his/her dream job and/or achieved his/her current profession? I think she’s there. Her dream was to be besides Mike for as long as she lived, didn’t matter if he didn't see her the way she did him, all she wanted is to repay him what he did for her by being by his sides.

37.What is your OC’s biggest dream? Starting a family with Mike, but that’s a far fetched dream (could becomes true soon though)

39.How does your OC handle anger? Isabeau used to be extremely hot headed when she was young, and as she time went by she did a lot of meditating, it helped her a lot. And if she gets angry at something she knows how to control it.

41.What is your OC’s greatest fear? Losing Mike.

43.What kind of sense of humor does your OC have? She doesn’t have a sense of humor, Issy is pretty straight forward and doesn’t joke around.

45.What are some things that annoy your OC? Mike not caring about himself, him thinking that she’s wasting her time being by his side, and him saying “you don’t owe me anything”. Also the stupid fights that happens between ops and recruits on the base.

47.How easily does your OC forgive? Not easily, you’re gonna have to try very hard to gain her trust again.

49.If your OC experienced trauma, what was it? She went through a lot when she was young, her childhood was basically a trauma itself.

51.What are some of your OC’s morals? I don’t know how to answer this really *thinking emoji*

53.What is the health of your OC? is this based on a video game?

55.What are your OC’s thoughts on death? Death is inevitable, so there’s not much thought Issy gives on the matter as she lives her life as best as she can.

57.What are some of your OC’s weaknesses? Mike (of-fucking-course), children, ice cream and pastries.

59.What does your OC think of him/herself? Issy doesn’t really consider herself anything but another person on earth trying to live her life.

61.What is the general impression your OC gives other people? Cold, stoic, and hard nut to crack.

63.How does your OC display love? buying gifts, hugs and a lot of hugs, slight touches (in private a lot of skinship), of course all of this is very hard to earn from her. But once you do, the person is in for a ride.

65.What is your OC’s favorite drink? White Wine.

67.What is your OC’s favorite sweet? Issy LOVES any type of pastry.

69.What is your OC’s favorite kind of weather? Sunny weathers.

71.What is your OC’s favorite movie and/or TV show? She doesnt like watching TV.

73.What is your OC’s favorite form of entertainment? Reading books.

75.What is your OC’s favorite scent? RosemaryCherry.

77.What is your OC’s favorite sound? Sound of rain.

79.What is your OC’s favorite kind of ice cream? Sweet Cherry and Sour Lime.

#jay answers #ask meme #oc: isabeau lockheart #this one is a loooong one #playstationmademe

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Wendigo Pt.1

Summary: The journey to find John leads the trio to Blackwater Ridge. Being with her boys bring back old memories from Isabeau’s childhood. There was a time when the boys got to be children.

Pairing: Eventual Sam X OC X Dean (polyamorous relationship)

Warnings: mentions of blood, language

Words: 4,659

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Isabeau’s face scrunched up, her eyes opening slightly. The open road was in front of her, her surroundings passing by as Dean drove the impala. She was in the front seat of the car, between Dean and Sam. Her head was laying on Dean’s shoulder, her cheek squished up against his leather jacket.

She didn’t even remember falling asleep in the first place, but not sleeping for a couple of days finally caught up to her and exhaustion knocked her ass out. “Good morning sleeping beauty.” Dean playfully said, his hand squeezing her thigh where it’s been since the moment she fell asleep.

Isabeau didn’t answer, her mind a little foggy, and eyesight a little blurry. Why the boys insist on her sitting in the front between them, she didn’t know. She only guessed it was because Sam wanted some comfort after the loss of Jessica and Dean, well, Dean only asked her to sit in the front if he needed support. Though he would never admit it.

She tried to move away from Dean’s shoulder but an opposing weight on her other side prevented her from doing so. She glanced over, blinking slowly seeing that Sam was passed out on her shoulder. He was also holding onto her right hand tightly.

The corner of Isabeau’s lip curled up. She was brought back to a time when the three of them were younger.

June 21st, 1987

“Come on, Sam! Dean!” Little newly turned 5-year-old Isabeau runs down the little hill in the backyard of her house. At the bottom of the hill was a small lake, it’s surface reflecting the crescent moon in the night sky.

A 4-year-old Sam giggles as he locks hands with Isabeau, the girl dragging him down to the edge of the lake. The two were stuck to each other like glue. The minute that John stopped by to wish Isabeau a happy birthday and drop off his sons, Sam never left Isabeau’s side.

8-year-old Dean was close by the two, watching them and joining them in their antics in the backyard. His mind is void of any thoughts of his dad hunting instead of staying and celebrating Isabeau’s birthday. Dean was enjoying what fun he had when he stayed over at Isabeau’s.

“Easy you three!” Isabeau’s father, Bartholmieu called out with a smile on his face. He was carrying four glass mason jars with holes poked through their metal tops. Bartholmieu reached the lake where the three waited by, throwing rocks into the water, seeing who could throw their rock the farthest.

Bartholmieu handed each one of them their jar, leaving one for himself and gesturing the kids to open the jar. He crouches down to their height and points towards the field that surrounded the lake. “Now watch.”

After a few seconds, hundreds of little yellow lights glowed in the fields, flying up from the grass and into the night air. Isabeau smiled. Fireflies.

“Whoever can catch the most fireflies gets an extra slice of cake!” Bartholmieu declares a competition before jogging off into the field, Isabeau, Sam, and Dean running behind him, laughing and screaming in joy, each of them trying to catch the most fireflies.

Isabeau looked away from Sam and groaned, closing her eyes back up, and shifting slightly to lay her head comfortably on Dean’s shoulder. “How long have I been asleep?” Isabeau asked.

“About an hour. Sammy passed out not long after you. You both needed sleep.” Dean said. Isabeau smiled, taking her free hand, sliding it into Dean’s hand that was resting on her thigh. She squeezed it. “Thanks, Dearie.”

Dean smiled and chuckled, squeezing back. Isabeau hardly ever used that nickname for Dean, so when she did, Dean cherished it.

Sam suddenly jerks awake. Isabeau opens her eyes, lifting her head from Dean’s shoulder and looking at Sam, concerned. “Sam?”

Sam blinks, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. Dean glances over in concern. “You okay?”

Sam glances over at Isabeau and Dean, squeezing Isabeau’s hand and then looking away. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Isabeau rubbed her thumb back and forth over Sam’s hand. Sam wasn’t getting much sleep either.

Dean nods. “Another nightmare?” He asks.

Sam clears his throat, not answering Dean. Isabeau knew that it was another nightmare, he kept on having them ever since Jess died and refused to fall asleep because of them. Isabeau took it upon herself to conduct aromatherapy on Sam, and in doing so led to many nights that she didn’t sleep because she was helping Sam.

“You want to drive for a while?” Dean asks. Isabeau glanced over at Dean. He barely lets Isabeau drive, much less Sam.

Sam laughs. “In your whole life, you never once asked me that.”

“Just thought you might want to. Never mind.” Dean brushed off the offer.

“Look, man, you’re worried about me. I get it and thank you, but I’m perfectly okay.” Sam says.

“Mm-hmm. Thank Isabeau for that. She lost sleep helping you.” Dean countered. Isabeau slipped her hand out of both Dean’s and Sam’s hands, lightly slapping Dean’s shoulder.

“Hey! If I lose sleep to help Sam, then I lose fucking sleep. He’s human, you’re human, I’m not. I can go for a couple of days without it.” Isabeau huffed out. She turned toward Sam who was staring at her with his puppy dog eyes.

“You still need sleep, Isabeau.” Sam said softly.

Isabeau groaned. “No puppy dog eyes. I’m weak for those. Besides, it gave me a chance to work on my aromatherapy. Haven’t done it in a long time.”

Sam nodded, looking away and grabbing a map that was sitting on the dashboard. “All right,” He clears his throat. “Where are we?”

“We are just outside of Grand Junction.” Dean answered.

Sam folds the map of Colorado and has a large red ‘X’ labeled ‘35-111’. He sighs, “You know what? Maybe we shouldn’t have left Stanford so soon.”

“Sam, we dug around there for a week. We came up with nothing. If you want to find the thing that killed Jessica…” Dean said.

“We got to find dad first.” Sam finished.

“Dad disappearing… And this thing showing up again after 20 years?”

“It’s no coincidence.” Isabeau stated. Isabeau looked toward the road. None of this was settling right with her at all. The fire at Sam and Jess’s apartment, she couldn’t stop it, it kept ongoing. It reminded her of her fire, never-ending, nothing being able to put it out. Whatever this thing is, deep down, Isabeau was terrified to know.

“Dad will have the answers. He’ll know what to do.” Dean said.

“It’s weird, man. These coordinates he left us, this Blackwater Ridge…” Sam said, looking down at the map.

Dean glanced over the map. “What about it?”

“There’s nothing there. It’s just woods.” Sam answers. Isabeau puts out her hand, and Sam hands her the map. “Why is he sending us to the middle of nowhere?”

The three glance at each other, not knowing why they were going into the middle of the woods. Isabeau sighed, looking back at the road, the car driving by a sign that says, ‘Welcome to Lost Creek Colorado National Forest.’

Isabeau smirked to herself. Fire might have been her element, but she had a strong connection with nature. This could work in her favor.

The three wind up at the “Ranger Station Lost Creek Trail, Lost Creek National Forest.”

“So Blackwater Ridge is pretty remote.” Sam says as he looks over a 3D map of the national forest, paying attention to the ridge labeled ‘Blackwater Ridge’. Isabeau was flipping through some plant identification books that were focused on the area while Dean looked at the decorations.

“It’s cut off by these canyons here, rough terrain, dense forest, abandoned silver and gold mines all over the place…” Sam explained further.

“Dude, check out the size of this friggin’ bear.” Sam looks over. Dean was looking at a framed photo of a man standing behind a much larger bear. Isabeau looks up with a scowl as Sam stands next to Dean.

“...And a dozen or more grizzlies in the area. It’s no nature hike, that’s for sure.” Sam says. Isabeau sets down her book and walks up to them, still frowning at the photo. “Horrible.” She whispers under her breath.

Dean looks down at her, his brow furrowed. Before he could ask, a ranger walks up behind them. “You boys and girl aren’t planning on going out near Blackwater Ridge, by any chance?” The three whip around to look at the ranger.

“Oh, no, sir. We’re environmental-study majors from U.C. Boulder, just working on a paper.” Sam laughs a little as Dean raises a fist. “Recycle, man.”

“Bull.” The ranger says.

Sam’s eyes flick over to Dean and Isabeau. Dean doesn’t move and Isabeau’s hand reaches down to play with her rosary.

“You’re friends with that Haley girl, right?” He asks.

Isabeau tilts her hand and considers it for a moment. “Yes. Yes, we are, Ranger…” Her eyes flicker down to his tag and gave a soft smile. “Wilkinson.”

“Well, I will tell you exactly what I told her. Her brother filled out a backcountry permit saying he wouldn’t be back from Blackwater until the 24th. So it’s not exactly a missing persons now, is it?” Ranger Wilkinson explained.

Dean shook his head.

“Tell that girl to quit worrying. I’m sure her brother’s just fine.” Wilkinson said.

“We will.” Isabeau answered.

“Well, that Haley girl’s quite a pistol, huh?” Dean said with a smile. Isabeau rolled her eyes, shoving her hands in her jacket pockets. Sam noticed Isabeau’s actions and narrowed his eyes at her.

“That is putting it mildly.” Wilkinson responds.

“Actually, you know what would help is if I could show her a copy of that backcountry permit. You know, so she could see her brother’s return date.” Dean asks.

Ranger Wilkinson eyes Dean and Dean raises his eyebrows.

Dean, Sam, and Isabeau leave the ranger station. Dean is holding a piece of paper and laughing. “Yeah.” He folds up the paper.

“What, are you cruising for a hookup or something?” Sam asks.

“What do you mean?” Dean asks.

Isabeau sighs. “The coordinates point to Blackwater Ridge.” She said trying to get Dean’s mind off of a girl and back on the hunt.

“So what are we waiting for? Let’s just go find dad.” Sam finishes for Isabeau. “I mean, why even talk to this girl?”

Sam walks over to the passenger side of the impala, while Dean is on the driver’s side and Isabeau is next to Sam, ready to get in the backseat.

“I don’t know, maybe we should know what we’re walking into before we actually walk into it?” Dean suggested.

Dean pauses and looks at his brother. “What?” Sam slightly spreads his arms out.

“Since when are you all “shoot first, ask questions later”, anyway?” Dean asks.

“Since now.” Sam turns away and slides into the passenger seat.

Dean smiles. “Oh, really?” He looks at Isabeau. She raises her hands in defense, “I just want to get this hunt done and over with.” Isabeau leaves the conversation like that and hops into the backseat.

Dean knocks on the front door of the Collins house. A woman, presumably, Haley Collins, opens the door.

“You must be Hailey Collins. I’m Dean, This is Sam and Isabeau. We’re rangers with the park service. Ranger Wilkinson sent us over. We wanted to ask you some questions about your brother Tommy.” Dean explained to Haley.

Haley hesitates. “Let me see some I.D.”

Isabeau smiles lightly, pulling out a fake ID with the name ‘Samantha Cole’ and holds it up against the screen door. “There you go.”

Haley looks at the ID and then at Isabeau, who still has a smile on her face. Isabeau puts it away as Haly opens the door. “Come on in.”

“Thanks.” Dean says.

But before they could walk in, Haley notices the impala and looks at Isabeau. “That yours?”

Isabeau’s smile slightly falters at Haley’s sudden eye contact but she can’t help but chuckle. Sam looks at the impala as Dean stares in confusion at the two girls.

“No, it’s his.” Isabeau jabs her thumb at Dean.

Haley smiles at Isabeau, glancing at Dean then back to her. “Too bad, nice car.” Hailey turns to lead the three inside while Isabeau turns her head mouthing, ‘Oh my god’, to Sam and Dean before heading in after Haley. Dean’s jaw is slightly clenched while Sam rolls his eyes. Both brothers weren’t happy about the interaction between Isabeau and Hailey. Not one bit.

Isabeau didn’t notice the brothers' reactions. Besides, if Dean wanted to shamelessly flirt with women, what’s wrong with her doing it when the women flirt with her first?

They walked into the kitchen, Sam taking the lead for asking questions. “So, if Tommy’s not due back for a while, how do you know something’s wrong?”

Haley comes back into the room with a bowl and places it on the table. “He checks in every day by cell. He emails photos, stupid little videos, but we haven’t heard anything in over three days now.”

“Well, maybe he can’t get cell reception.” Sam suggested.

Haley shook her head. “He’s got a satellite phone, too.”

“Could it be he’s just having fun and forgot to check in?” Dean asked.

The boy, Ben, who was sitting at the table interjected. “He wouldn’t do that.”

Dean eyes Ben and Ben looked away as Haley puts more food on the table. “Our parents are gone. It’s just my two brothers and me. We all keep pretty close tabs on each other.” Isabeau nodded, understanding.

“Can I see the pictures he sent you?” Sam asks.

Haley nods her head. “Yeah.” Haley grabs a laptop and sets it on the table, pulling up pictures. “That’s Tommy.” She clicks through photos and stops on a still frame of the beginning of a video. “This is his last message.”

She starts the video of Tom. “Hey, Haley. Day six. We’re still out near Blackwater Ridge. We’re fine, keeping safe, so don’t worry, okay? Talk to you tomorrow.” Sam tilts his head as he spots a shadow flicking past and the video ends.

“Well, we'll find your brother. We’re heading out to Blackwater Ridge first thing.” Dean says to Haley.

“Then maybe I’ll see you there.” Haley says walking away. The three share a look. “Look, I can’t sit around here anymore, so I hired a guide. I’m heading out in the morning, and I’m gonna find Tommy myself.”

“I think I know how you feel.” Dean said. Isabeau discreetly hooked her pinky around Dean’s finger. Dean looked over to Isabeau and she said nothing. It was her reaching out to Dean saying that she was there for him. She was going to help him no matter what.

Isabeau glanced back over to Haley who stared straight back at her. “Hey, you mind forwarding these to me?” Sam asks, breaking their gaze.

“Sure.” Haley answers.

Isabeau heard someone breaking a game of pool in the distance, and rock music blasting in the bar as they sat down at a table, Isabeau in her usual spot between the two brothers.

“So, Blackwater Ridge doesn’t get a lot of traffic. Local campers mostly, but, still, this past April, two hikers went missing out there. They were never found.” Sam pulls out newspaper articles.

“Any before that?” Dean asks.

“Yeah. In 1982, eight different people all vanished in the same year. Authorities said it was a grizzly attack. And, again, in 1959, and again, before that, in 1936.” Isabeau pulls out Sam’s laptop from his bag and hands it to him. Sam nods at her and opens it up to Tommy’s video.

“Every 23 years, just like clockwork. Okay, watch this.” Sam turns the laptop towards Dean and Isabeau. “Here’s the clincher. I downloaded that guy Tommy’s video to the laptop. Check this out.”

Sam pulls up the video and goes through the frames of the video one at a time. A shadow crosses over the screen.

Isabeau furrows her brow. Dean notices it too. “Do it again.”

Sam repeats the frames. “That’s three frames, it’s a fraction of a second. Whatever that thing is, it can move.”

Dean reaches over Isabeau to hit Sam’s arm triumphantly. “I told you something weird was going on.”

“Yeah.” Sam closes his laptop. “I got one more thing.” Sam hands Isabeau another newspaper article. “In ‘59, one camper survived the supposed grizzly attack, just a kid. Barely crawled out of the woods alive.”

“Is there a name?” Dean asks.

Mr. Shaw talks to Sam, Dean, and Isabeau with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he leads them inside of his house. “Look, ranger, I don’t know why you’re asking me about this. It’s public record. I was a kid. My parents got mauled by a-”

“Grizzly?” Sam interrupts. “That’s what attacked them?.”

Mr. Shaw takes a puff of his cigarette, takes it out, and nods.

“The other people that went missing that year, those bear attacks, too?” Dean steps forward. Mr. Shaw doesn’t answer.

“What about all the people that went missing this year? Same thing?” Still nothing.

Isabeau sighed, stepping up next to Dean. “Mr. Shaw, please. If we knew what we were dealing with, we might be able to stop it.”

Mr. Shaw pulled his cigarette away. “I seriously doubt that. Anyways, I don’t see what difference it would make.” Mr. Shaw sits down. “You wouldn’t believe me. Nobody ever did.”

“Mr. Shaw…” Sam comes to sit down across from Mr. Shaw. “...What did you see?”

Mr. Shaw sighs. “Nothing. It moved too fast to see. It hid too well. I heard it, though. A roar… like no man or animal I ever heard.”

“It came at night?” Sam asks.

Mr. Shaw nodded.

“Got inside your tent?”

“It got inside our cabin. I was sleeping in front of the fireplace when it came in. It didn’t smash a window or break the door. It unlocked it.” The three glanced away when they heard that. “Do you know of a bear that could do something like that? I didn’t even wake up until I heard my parents screaming.”

“It killed them?” Sam asks.

“Dragged them off into the night.” Mr.Shaw shakes his head. “Why it left me alive… I’ve been asking myself that ever since.”

Mr.Shaw pauses and his hand goes to his collar. “It did leave me this, though.” He pushes away his collar to reveal three long scars, they were claw marks. Isabeau’s hand flies up to her mouth in surprise at the scars. Suddenly, flashes of shadows casting on cabin walls flickered in her vision, screams of a man and woman fill her ears. They left as soon as they came and Isabeau winced at the slight headache it gave her. Sam glanced over to Isabeau, seeing that her hand migrated to one of her temples and was massaging it.

“There’s something evil in those woods. It was some sort of a demon.”

The brothers and Isabeau walked down the corridor of the motel. “Spirits and demons don’t have to unlock doors. If they want inside, they just go through the walls.”

“So it’s probably something else, something corporeal.” Sam suggested.

“Corporeal? Excuse me, professor.” Dean mocks Sam’s choice of words.

“Shut up. So, what do you think?” Sam asks the two of them.

Isabeau shrugs, whatever she saw at Mr. Shaws wasn't enough to get a good look at whatever it was. “The claws, the speed that it moves… it could be a skinwalker, maybe a black dog, hell, maybe even a wendigo.”

“Whatever we’re talking about, we’re talking about a creature, and it’s corporeal, which means we can kill it.” Dean turns to Isabeau. “What the hell happened in there?”

Sam looks at Isabeau, wanting an explanation as well about what happened at Mr. Shaw’s. Isabeau sighed. “I don’t know. Looks like my ability to look into the past just doesn’t have to be activated by touch. Now it’s just seeing things and then flashes. Whatever happened it gave me a fucking headache.”

Both brothers nodded. “Also, that comment back at the ranger station?”

Isabeau raised a brow at Dean. He rolled his eyes. “About the bear?”

Isabeau nodded. “Ah, well Dad taught me the idea of the ‘Wiccan Rede’. Even though we are, technically speaking, witches, Dad taught us to ‘harm none, and do what ye will’. Meaning hurting no living thing and we can do whatever magic we want. Though there were exceptions of course with hunting. But I’m against hurting any animals of any kind.”

Isabeau shakes her head. “It’s just cruel.” She walks ahead of them. The brothers stared after her.

“You knew that?” Dean asked Sam.

Sam chuckled and gave a sad smile to Dean. “No offense Dean, but we don’t know a lot about Isabeau’s ways of being a witch. Yeah, she’s a fire elemental and makes fire do whatever the hell she wants, but all we know is the little things; her aromatherapy, simple tracking spells, her ability to move objects, and now this.”

Both of them remained silent at the realization that outside of Isabeau using her powers for hunting, they didn’t really know about her craft. “I guess we better ask when this is over?”

Sam nodded at Dean’s suggestion. “We may be her best friends Dean and grew up with her, but there’s a whole nother side to her that we might not know.”

Dean opens the trunk of the impala, then the weapons box, and props it open with a shotgun like usual. He starts putting some guns in a duffle bag. Both Isabeau and Sam lean in on either side of him.

“We cannot let that Haley girl go out there.” Sam says.

“Oh yeah, what are gonna tell her? That she can’t go into the woods because of a big scary monster?” Dean asks.

Sam nods. “Yeah.”

Isabeau looks over to Sam. “Her brother’s missing, Sam. She’s not just gonna sit this out. Now we go with her, we protect her, and we keep our eyes peeled for our fuzzy predator friend.” Isabeau grabs one of her knives in the trunk and puts it in the duffel bag.

Dean points a finger at her and nods at her words, picking up the duffel bag.

“So finding Dad’s not enough?” Sam asks. Sam angrily slams the weapons box shut, then the trunk. “Now we got to babysit, too?”

Dean says nothing but stares at Sam. “What?”

Dean juts his head. “Nothing.” He throws the duffel bag at Sam and walks off. Sam stares after him and then turns back to Isabeau.

“Isabeau…” Sam starts.

Isabeau fists clench. “Sam, I don’t exactly like her coming either. But I know that you, Dean, or myself can stop her from going tomorrow. Hell, if I were in her shoes and it was my three little brothers, I’d probably raise hell and get rid of anyone who came in my way.”

Isabeau sighed, stepping forward and placed a hand on his chest. “It’d be the same if you two went missing on me.” She patted his chest and walked after Dean.

Sam watched her walk away. Isabeau would do anything to keep the people she loved safe. Sam could never be mad at her for that. Never.

Isabeau leaned forward from the back seat as the impala pulled up to Ben, Haley, and another man along the trail. Dean stops the car and the three of them get out, closing the doors shut.

“You guys got room for three more?” Dean asks.

“Wait, you want to come with us?” Haley asks. Isabeau hands Sam the duffel bag and the three walk up to Haley.

“Who are these guys?” The man behind Haley asks.

Haley turns back. “Apparently, this is all the park service could muster up for the search and rescue.”

Sam takes Isabeau’s hand and the two head past everyone. “You rangers?” The man asks.

“That’s right.” Dean nods.

“And you’re hiking out in biker boots and jeans?” Haley places her hands on her hips, giving Dean a look.

Dean looks down at himself. “Well, sweetheart, I don’t do shorts.” Isabeau snorts at that comment and she and Sam turn back. Dean walks past Haley and towards the two.

“Oh, you think this is funny? It’s dangerous back-country out there. Her brother might be hurt.” The man said.

“Believe me, I know how dangerous it can be. We just want to help them find their brother. That’s all.” Dean responds. He heads past Sam and Isabeau.

The group hikes through the forest, the man who they found out who’s name was Roy, leading them. Dean, Haley, Bean, Sam, and Isabeau bringing up the rear. Sam and Isabeau still held hands, Isabeau was looking around, her eyes scanning every tree, plant, basically anything living.

Despite that they were on a search party, Isabeau was smiling at the world around her. The forest reminded her of the one back home that she would spend countless hours exploring. In a way, she felt at peace. Sam stole a few glances at Isabeau, he smiled a little seeing how happy she was.

“Roy, you said you did a little hunting.” Dean asks ahead.

“Yeah, more than a little.” Roy stated.

“Uh-huh. What kind of furry critters do you hunt?”

“Mostly buck. Sometimes bear.” Roy answered. Isabeau grimaced at his answer.

Dean slightly passes Roy. “Tell me, uh, Bambi or Yogi ever hunt you back?”

Roy abruptly grabs Dean and pulls him back. Sam and Isabeau look on. “What are you doing, Roy?” Isabeau tightly asked.

Roy grabs a stick and pokes a bear trap that Dean had almost stepped in. Roy looks at Dean with a smug smirk. “You should watch where you’re stepping… Ranger.” Roy drops the stick and retakes the lead.

Dean purses his lips and chuckles to Sam and Isabeau. “It’s a bear trap.” Isabeau rolls her eyes, slightly annoyed and amused at what happened. Haley and Ben walk behind Dean and Sam and Isabeau take their place back at the end.

“You didn’t pack any provisions. You guys are carrying a duffel bag. You’re not rangers.” Haley reaches out and grabs Dean’s arm. “So who the hell are you?”

Ben goes past Haley and Dean. The two brothers share a look, Dean indicates that Sam’s good to go on by. Isabeau hesitates, looking at Dean. He nods to her as Sam drags Isabeau past the two. Dean watches them go for a moment.

Dean exhales sharply. “Sam and I are brothers, Isabeau is a friend, and we’re looking for our father. He might be here. We don’t know. I just figured that you and me, we’re in the same boat.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me that from the start?” Haley asks.

“I’m telling you now. Besides, it’s probably the most honest I’ve ever been with a woman… that wasn’t Isabeau. So we okay?” Dean says.

Haley pauses. “Yeah, okay.”

“And what do you mean I didn’t pack provisions?” Dean asks. He turns over to Isabeau’s direction, she wasn’t too far up ahead. She let Sam go ahead as she waited for Dean. “Hey, Beau!”

Isabeau turns toward him as he strides up to her. “Got my provisions?” Isabeau rolls her eyes as she pulls out a heavy bag of peanut m&m’s from her jacket pocket. “You mean our provisions. I bought these, moron.”

Dean glares at her reaching into the bag and popping a few in his mouth. Isabeau jerked the bag away from him, smiling as she took a few herself. Haley waits a moment, watching the two bicker over the m&m’s, playfully pushing each other, fighting over the bag. She shook her head, following the two.

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clawabiding · 5 years

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Valentine Caron

“Be quick, Isabeau. I can’t be here long.”

I held my breath and offered her my injured limb. I hoped my nervousness would be mistaken for pain as she peeled away the old bandage, drawing one soiled strip from my hand at a time. Make no mistake, it did hurt, but not nearly so much as it should. She turned my exposed hand over in her gloved fingers and frowned. I watched her face for signs of alarm, ready to act if I saw so much as a flicker of something beyond concern, but all I could perceive was a dedicated doctor, as handsome and benign as Ishgard had to offer.

“You’re wearing the glove?” she asked.

I nodded.

“And the salve -- you’re using the salve?” she continued.

I nodded again, “Twice a day, three times if I’m to be outside longer than not. Have I ever balked at an order, Isabeau?”

She smiled, but her eyes did not leave the blackened skin of my hand, “I have never known you to, but the recovery says otherwise.”

“Perhaps it’s time we looked to new measures, then.”

She finally looked up. The furrow of her brow made her eyes look older, but she wore an expression from her youth. I hadn’t seen that sort of confusion on her face in years, not since we were pulled from our patrols in the Hinterlands. She looked older, yes, but in that moment, all I could see was the girl she was.

“Amputation?” she asked, forcing her voice to be clinical, but I could feel her fingers tense through the thin cloth of her gloves. I laughed, expecting my mirth to drive the fear from her, but she held tight to her grimness.

“No, Isabeau, not amputation,” I assured her, flexing my fingers what little I could that she might see the damage wasn’t so bad. I could hear skin cracking, but if she heard it she made no sign she noticed, “Would you have me hold my lance with a hook?”

“What, then? What measures?” she asked, clipped, but she sounded a fair bit calmer.

I took a deep breath. It was now or never. “The Gates are thrown wide, aren’t they? Old alliances are renewed, our travel unrestricted? I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, but you’re just…”

“Mind what comes out of that mouth next, Ser Caron,” she warned.

“...just a very talented medic. You had your chance, but perhaps it isn’t salves and elixirs that will patch my hand back together. Gridania has--”

“Gridania! Those people are spirit-worshiping savages, Valentine!”

“--has healers of a different sort. Might be they have remedies for drakesfire that we don’t. What choice do we have?”

“Amputation!” she spat.

“Isabeau.” I chided, “They’re our friends now, and they were ever our kin. What could it hurt, besides our pride? Shall we await the chirurgeons’ return from the front?”

Isabeau was silent. She didn’t want to admit a deficiency, and it was my fault I put her in a position to do so. Now, I had to offer the salve.

“Isabeau, you don’t have the time to spend on me. You’re needed here and every minute spent trying to fix what refuses to heal, another poor sod in the Brume -- well within your talents to save -- is at risk. They need you, they cannot up and off to Gridania. This is about my obligation to the lance and your obligation to Ishgard.”

Silence followed, but I could see her thinking. A different furrow of the brow, distinct from the confusion earlier. No longer my healer, no longer the girl from the Hinterlands, I saw the soldier in her.

“Fine, but you’re taking the salve with you. Let’s have one more look before you put the glove back on…”

I should have stopped her, but I had assumed the danger was over. I let her go over my hand again, this time with the tools of her trade. She cleaned it up, ran cool water over the worst of it, packed a sweet-smelling ointment between my fingers and, finally, wrapped it back in linen. As she layered fabric across my knuckles she paused.

My stomach turned over.

“What’s this?” she asked, already drawing back the linen of a middle knuckle. Something gleamed in the carnage, something smooth and black, “Debris?”

But even as she said it, I saw something like a shadow pass over her face. I could watch the thoughts skitter across her features in real time. Confusion. Alarm. Suspicion. I snatched my hand back, my eyes unwilling to meet hers. I finished her pristine wrapping with crude speed and rose to my feet.

“Valentine?” she asked, but I barely heard her. I was preparing myself, something that came much easier than I expected.

I caught Isabeau by the throat with char-black fingers. She grasped at my wrist, but she clearly didn’t expect the newfound strength in my wounded hand. I wish I could say that I eventually found her gaze, but something in me denied us both what may have been a turning point. I focused on her instruments, crusted in flaked bits of my burnt skin.

“It’s nothing,” I whispered, as her balled fists met my chest and side with increasingly weaker blows, “Just something I need to take care of, Isabeau. My obligation to Ishgard.”

I was out the door before she slumped to the ground, and I hard marched through the Pillars to where they docked the airships. I was cutting it close, and that panic numbed me to what I’d done. I would have time on the journey to think about my actions, but not yet.

I put had barely taken the ticket out of my coat pocket when I saw her.

A young Elezen, no older than I was when I first picked up the lance. Hair dark like a thundercloud and eyes too old for her face, as handsome and benign as Ishgard had to offer. One of the knights too green to be on the front, but old enough to make the people of Ishgard feel safe. Isabeau Riconeois’ daughter.

“Calette,” I said, forcing my voice to be firm. She looked up at me and smiled a smile I was wholly unworthy of.

“Ser Caron,” she began, sounding so much like her mother my veins froze at the sound of it, “What are you--”

“There is no time, Riconeois! Get home and you may find you aren’t too late.”

Whatever got into my voice scared her, and she was too young to betray my urgency for her assigned post. She trusted me.

“Ser Caron, my station--”

“Go!” I shouted, and she ran. Running may not have mattered, but for the moment it set my pounding heart a little at ease.

Moments later, the airship left dock and I sat comfortably on one of its cushioned benches. My concern for Isabeau as sated as it would get, I put my mind to the future and to Gridania. Nothing told me I would find what I was looking for in the Shroud, but I’d already scraped the underside of every stone in Coerthas. I told myself for the millionth time that it had to be somewhere, and my hand grew hot in its glove.

“Soon,” I swore, “These sacrifices will not have been in vain.”

#ffxiv mateus #ffxiv roleplay #elezen #valentine

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carelessgraces · 4 years

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a quick rundown of astoria’s family, part one –

ALESSANDRO GRIMANI ( 8:61 – 9:34 ). astoria’s maternal grandfather, merchant prince of seleny, heir to the grimani dynasty. alessandro’s accession marked the longest, unbroken family line to maintain power in seleny. he is himself an accomplished warrior, and is known during his time as prince for an age of peace and stability, and the economic growth that accompanied it. critics have complained that alessandro’s policies were too moderate, and that he was, on the whole, too soft a touch with tevinter.

ILEANA SALVIATI ( 8:59 – 9:22 ). astoria’s maternal grandmother, merchant princess of seleny. ileana’s family line has always been full of magic. both margherita and ileana had magic, though ileana used hers infrequently, if ever. the daughter of a laundress and a merchant, ileana and alessandro were married without his parents’ consent. sharper than her husband, and less inclined to diplomacy than to might, the two were excellently balanced with one another. ileana died when astoria was thirteen, and she has remained the model for much of astoria’s time as merchant princess.

ROSAMARIA GRIMANI ( 8:84 – ). currently styled as grand cleric maria celeste. astoria’s maternal aunt, grand cleric of seleny. rosamaria was trained as a warrior under her father, and though she was his heir, she wanted nothing to do with the running of the city. twice – first at eleven, and again at fourteen – she ran away from home and to the chantry, where she begged the revered mother to let her train as a templar, only to be returned home again. at sixteen, she fled once more, this time in heavy disguise. before she could be found out, she begged the revered mother to let her take vows; she was found as the revered mother agreed, and she refused to leave, insisting that she would remain in service to the maker. after much argument, her parents relented, and she became sister maria celeste, shedding her family name. she eventually became grand cleric, working hand-in-hand with her family to ensure seleny remain loyal to the chantry.

VERONICA GRIMANI ( 8:86 – ). astoria’s mother, and the middle of the three grimani children. veronica is calculating and careful, and is an extremely effective strategist; she does nothing without ensuring that she can manage the consequences, and come out with what she wants. the greatest lapse in her careful construction was her affair with bann henry greengrass of the storm coast, and the subsequent birth of their daughter, astoria. she enjoys a good fight and has a taste for adventure and travel, which makes her better suited for establishing alliances than ruling a city. though officially alessandro’s heir since rosamaria took her vows, veronica expected the title to go to her brother, who was well-prepared to take on the role, until realizing astoria’s political interests and skills. after this realization, she worked tirelessly to have astoria declared alessandro’s heir.

GIOVANNI GRIMANI (8:92 – ). astoria’s maternal uncle. giovanni’s birth was unexpected – alessandro and ileana had long since given up on having any more children when ileana found herself pregnant again. for a time he reveled in being the youngest and having fewer responsibilities; however, he soon realized that he wanted to inherit his father’s title, and badly. despite his interest, giovanni struggled with the prospect of being responsible for so many people, and having to make decisions that served the city regardless of his own feelings on the matter. when his teenage niece was made alessandro’s heir instead of him, he accompanied her to orlais, where he met lady isabeau de savrenne, another youngest child who understood the frustration of not being chosen. when astoria became inquisitor and was forced to step down as merchant princess of seleny, she turned the title over to giovanni.

ISABEAU DE SAVRENNE (8:98 – ). astoria’s maternal aunt by marriage, giovanni’s wife. isabeau and giovanni met in 9:25, after astoria’s arrival in orlais; isabeau and astoria began frequenting the same salons and traveling in the same social circles, and astoria introduced her to giovanni in the hopes that the two would get along. when astoria expressed an interest in training as a bard, isabeau – who had undergone her own training while at the university years before – took her on and became her patron. giovanni and isabeau had three sons after their marriage: renzo, paolo, and vasco.

LORENZO VESCOVI (8:89 – ). astoria’s personal guard, whom she considers family. one of the crows of house vescovi, the house under grimani command, lorenzo was entrusted with guarding astoria when she was eleven years old. although he was initially annoyed by the position, preferring to travel and engage more frequently in battle, he soon grew fond of his charge, and began training her in self-defense. lorenzo was the first – and only – adult around astoria to recognize that something was wrong when she was being used by her godparents, and was also the only one astoria trusted to protect her from them as things became worse. lorenzo accompanied astoria to orlais, remaining with her throughout her time in the university as her guard, though she more frequently described him as her cousin or brother. the blight was the first time the two were separated since his initial assignment, and after it ended, he remained with her in ferelden. when she became merchant princess, she named him her personal spymaster, a title he retained when she became inquisitor, as well as remaining her guard.

#& THERE'S SOMETHING TRAGIC ABOUT YOU; SOMETHING SO MAGIC ABOUT YOU. ( about )#(i'm gonna do tag drops for everyone but i need to rewatch medici because... i want to)#(and i'm thinkin ! a lot ! abt astoria's relationships with men vs her relationships with women)#(she has more (in number) strong relationships with men but there are fewer she actually trusts?)#(she loves her uncle and grandfather v much but the only man in seleny she trusts with her life is lorenzo)#(and the only man in ferelden she trusts with her life is her father (tho that sometimes changes depending on verse)#(whereas – as much as she gets angry with her mother / as little as she sees her aunt she trusts them both absolutely)#(even if her mother makes decisions she really can't bear)#(and she trusts her sister without question)#(and even in the inquisition – the one person she trusts most is cassandra)#(and she likes the others a great deal but no one ever comes close to how she feels abt cassandra)#(anyway !!!)

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