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Fracture AU | An Unformed Miracle
Alma’s arms curled around the three new borns, her lower region ached with each step and everything within her wanted her to stop; her body was weak from child birth. Her three, by god’s will it seemed had slept which made it all the easier to move but she could only hope it lasted.
She was so tired. Pedro’s hand around her felt nice; protective but the smell of fear was….evident from the people who were following; they had to keep going, no matter what. For not only her children but for everyone else’s sake.
They couldn’t afford to stop.
Stopping promised death.
Alma was very aware they had left at a very close time from the soldiers; the numbers they had left a trail.
Sooner or later, that could be followed.
They just needed to be far enough before that to escape the danger.
In her arms, little Oscar wiggled, her breath holding as he seemed to seek out her chest, but thankfully, settled into latching onto Juliana’s ear which was far closer; she couldn’t stop to feed; not yet. Leta remained undisturbed.
Her thumb stroked over this dark patches of hair, little Leta’s much lighter in wispy curls already. Trying to find a moment of comfort.
Up ahead, the sound of trickling water seemed to echo back though Pedro’s hands encouraged her onwards; the other’s behind them picking up the pace as well.
“How far must we go?” Señora Guzman asked, sidling up beside her, her new husband in tow but with a babble of children close. The woman was only 5 years younger than herself, but it was clear to see the woman had managed to save a good few children before they had run; they’d no doubt have to do a run-down see if their parents had been part of the leaving group with them.
“As far as we need to.” Pedro spoke, “once the trees get thicker, we have better chances to hide and rest. If we see a river, we cross it. Rough terrain, we take it. If there’s a way to hide our tracks, we take it as well.”
Alma winced at the thought; the idea of getting wet…or uneven floor. It ached a lot between her legs and she was sure she’d soon bleed through her cotton padding soon. Childbirth of triplets was almost too much for her body but she had to keep her strength up and keep going.
“What’s that sound?”
They paused, if a little but Alma felt the fear in her throat as she realised the distant thumping was getting closer. Thumping of hooves against trodden down grass…
Ice-cold fear slithered sharply into her gut at the realisation at the implications.
They were followed.
“Go! Go!” Pedro called, not many people needing to be told twice to take off.
Her belly burned and it took everything to not hiss out as she hurried through the cold water; a sharp cry of Oscar’s whine in her ear but she couldn’t stop for him. Fear pounded through her veins forcing her aching legs onwards; blocking out the pain between them, her breath raged through her lungs.
“Come on…” Pedro’s hand pushed her onwards, but as strong as his voice was, she could hear the fear; what this could mean…but they couldn’t stop. Not now. Alma could see the others running ahead; much faster; non-hindered by weakened bodies or hours-old babies. Her arms ached but she’d never let them go.
She had to protect her babies.
“My Vida…” Pedro’s voice pulled her attention, very aware of how they had slowed, “Te Amo…” his eyes were grave, abruptly pulling her into a kiss, as brief as it was; she could feel the depth of love before he pulled away.
“Pedro?”
Pedro lent down, kissing each of their children on the foreheads.
“Let me slow them down. Go…”
Her eyes widened. No…. no she couldn’t…
“No!” His eyes were welled but he was gone before she reach out and grab him, unable to lurch without dropping a babe and she didn’t dare but she seemed to move…edging back with the group that kept on… but she couldn’t bare the sight; her husband shredding their bag to the grass at the water’s edge… wading into the water with his arms raised.
Alma could only stare helplessly, but someone seemed to tug her onwards with them with urgency that seemed so distant..
“We need to go!”
Her head shook… but that didn’t stop Señora Guzman’s hand from tugging still as the sight of four men on horses appear with glinting metal in the moonlight….
“NO!”
The sound left her throat burning but even then, it didn’t stop the sight of her love’s life being snatched away with a single swipe before he was gone with the water.
Away from her.
Their babies too.
Alma felt the grass under her fingers, the candle of her wedding seemed to flicker and die but she could hear the thundering hooves coming… Her body too weak now to get up.
She was going to die here…
Her babies were going to die out here…
Alma choked back a sob, her mind screaming for something…anything to let them live…for her babies to live. They needed a miracle.
The ground thundered even louder….hearing them closer…oh so closer.
Alma could feel the babies wiggling; awake at the commotion and she didn’t know why but she could see a fallen basket. Her arms kept them to her chest, crawling towards and tipped the content out, hurriedly placing her babies into it, shove her shawl over them… and places a few pieces of things back in over to keep the fabric pinned; didn’t stop little hands press against it and try and grip it.
She had to try…
“Alma!”
Her head rose in the dark at the distant voice but she was alone here… the able people ahead still going…
They would live…she had to hope so… a few could survive. A few could find her babies…
She could live with that.
Her eyes closed as the thunder shook the ground again; the men on the move again.
Pedro.
She could hear the sharp calls of the men, urging the horses to be quickly. So Alma imagined Pedro at her side, how he had been hours before as she pushed their first baby out; seeing him almost faint as little Juliana’s squealed in displeasure of her new environment alone on their bed sheets.
Her eyes opened once, tiredly but only in time to see the first man’s horse come to a step, brandishing the bloodied blade ready.
If they said anything, she didn’t hear it.
‘Come on, one more push!’ Pedro called in her mind. “you’re doing wonderful!”
“No, Por favor!” Alma begged tiredly, “you don’t need to do this.”
There was no laughing or jeering from the man, but a glint of metal that flashed too quickly for her to move; to try and do anything.
Alma gasped as the pain seared down her face, the pain burning wet heat at seemed to seep out in quick spurts. Her arm rose but that did little to defend her prone form before she felt the second swipe of the viscously cold metal before the white-hot heat flushed through her down her back….
The taste of copper in her mouth overwhelming as she felt herself hit her basket; slumping over her mewling babies inside. Her breaths laboured…distantly hearing screams of others as it seemed they have moved on…leaving her for dead…a few others lay around her but she felt her energy was seeping away with each heartbeat to pay them much more deed.
Her babies…
Her vision grew dotty, coughing up painfully blood, her entire face seemed to rage at her for that…more heat seemed to cool against her flesh…
Her hand pressed into the reddening fabric… her eyes fluttering shut before she felt the little hand of one of her babies wrapped around it from underneath….
Let her babies live…
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The Watchers view the timeline in discontent… at least what should have been a new miracle to form… there was no detection of magic flow to the new thread that weaved from the main stem.
“Dispatch a team. Survivors to Watcher’s council room and get a district prepped. Any injured to medical.” Watcher Alma directed, “Get a world scan then…prune it.”
“Are you sure that’s necessary?” Watcher Mirabel asked sharply,
“There’s no magic; this world won’t survive for long. Best get what we can and do this clean and quickly. I want to know why this world didn’t get it’s miracle. Go.”
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Watcher Mirabel nodded and teleported away before the groups were paired up into tactical squads; three main armed to deal with soldiers and the rest medical; making no mistake they were going to be walking into the amidst of a massacre.
Watcher Mirabel took the lead; the anchor portal lightening up before she stepped through with her gun raised… the sight was horrifying but they were trained to walk through, the medics following after, splitting off to the fallen victims.
But it was shockingly easy to find the assailants; Four men on horsed with machetes.
“Hey, over here!” Watcher Mirabel was more than happy to take their attention from their next victims; a couple that she recognised as Agustín’s parents; the husband in front of his carrying wife, barely showing this early in the pregnancy.
The man pulled his horse to attention and began to bound their way towards them; seeing their group standing but…
Echoing cracks of gun fire was quick to end the men; startling their horses and throwing them off to the floor. Watcher Mirabel didn’t care but it was over quick; as anticipated before she opened up more portals and some a good few a few miles head for those that had already run.
“We have medics and a safe passage. I beg you to follow so you can be safe. There is food, water and shelter” She called, and thankfully, those uninjured took the opportune despite their fear to go straight into the portal and that encouraged a few others to follow.
Her eyes searched for the most important woman in the town, letting the medics duck to assess the bodies or dying before they were given a direct portal link to take them directly to the Watcher’s medical bay.
“Alma Madrigal!” Her voice echoed, starting a few cowering children though her breath held as she caught sight of the magenta shawl and matching skirt that lay on the grass. IN a flicker, the teleported straight to the woman’s side, her jaw clenched as she saw the blood soaking down the woman’s skin, down the right side of her face and neck but a deeper cut ran down her shoulder and back.
She was slumped over a basket on her side with a hand inside, a basket that was wining that Watcher Mirabel knew was her triplets. Her fingers pressed against her throat and she felt there was some miracle to feel a soft beat. Slow and no doubt she would die within the next few minutes.
She grasped the basket with one hand and carefully Alma in the other before she teleported them directly into theatre.
“What are you doing! We already have six emergency scaed” Her mother’s voice echoed.
“She needs immediate attention.” Watcher Mirabel spoke, “Two strikes of a machete, one down the right side of her face, no doubt a fractured skull and internal haemorrhaging around the brain.” She listed, but thankfully, the medical team had picked Alma’s body off the floor and set her up onto the gurney onto her front where she was stripped down before Watcher Mirabel retrieving the whining basket of babies. “A second down her spine, no doubt other damage there but I’ll leave her with you.”
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“All three babies are in perfect health.” The nurse spoke, swaddling the youngest back up.
Watcher Alma eyed the triplets, bundled next to each other and asleep now they were clean and their little bellies full. Unaware of their surroundings or that their mother was still in the ICU. Watcher Alma had yet to hear form her daughter.
“I’m glad to hear it.” And was genuine in that, new born were very vulnerable and… this shouldn’t have happened; the miracle should have formed. The data was still coming in so she had to wait on an answer
“Since the middle one isn’t a red-haired as expected, I’ve done a few genetic test to see if they’re canonical or diverant babies.”
“Canonical, clearly.”
“Nope. All three are divergent babies”
Watcher Alma looked to the nurse in surprise, “All three? Alma’s don’t have divergent… It’s always the same three babies. Julieta, Pepa and Bruno.”
“But not these three.” Setting the youngest child down, the nurse, pulled up a holographic new of a series of numbers and codes; some a comparison against the known triplets’, Alma’s and Pedro’s.. “Their maternal side matches with the expected genomes of the three known, canonical triplets but the paternal side doesn’t. Doesn’t matter that Alma’s eggs are exactly the same. Different sperm cells have different genetic input ergo, different babies as a result.”
“I see.” Watcher Alma didn’t often care about the small details like that but it made logical sense. A lot of factors went into making human babies and clearly, timings as well. “Have you got names?”
“Si. Juliana, Leta and Oscar.”
“In birth order?”
“Yep. Juliana has the closest genetic related to her valent sibling, Julieta but only a slight variation in her KATNAL2 genes. She’ll be the only triplet to resemble Julieta in all but her personality. Nature here will change how she’ll see the world.”
It was fascinating to hear, how a small change to a simple gene could be so fundamental changing. But, she had seen how small things had changed how the triplet’s functioning in their native AUs and those that lived here in the districts so she shouldn’t be overly surprised.
“While their mother in recovery, who will care for the three once they’re medically cleared?”
“I’ve contacted a few districts on able hands. We have a few families willing to take the three in. As Divergent born, they have a higher priotiry. But… it would be wise to split them up so they’re not a single target.”
“Leave that decision for me, Nurse Ava.” Watcher Alma spoke.
Her head turned as Watcher Julieta appeared, her face grave which did not bode well.
“How is she?”
Watcher Julieta wandered in, her eyes turning to the three sleeping babies.
“Not good. I’ve repaired the damage to her skull and spine but the bleeding to her brain was…too severe. We had to resuscitate her three times but…the damage…” Watcher Julieta shook her head. “I’ve cleaned up the internal bleeding, especially on her brain but… recent tests show that there’s no higher brain function any more. I can only conclude that…her soul’s passed on. She’s with her husband now.” Watcher Julieta sighed out. “Her heart does beat and I’ve patched her body up, but she’s fully dependant on life support to filter her blood and hydrate her. I’ve decided to keep her in such a state until we come to decision on what we should do.”
“Would it not be merciful to pull the plug?” Nurse Ava asked, “I can’t imagine she’ll want her children to see her in such a state.”
“The body has no soul.” Watcher Alma clarified. “Can you be certain?”
“I can talk to a few Madrigals with relevant gifts to confirm, but I do believe her body is...empty.”
Watcher Alma felt for the passed on soul but… it presented itself a...Interesting ethical situation she had faced only 4 years before.
They had an Alma Madrigal soul but no body in the morgue.
An Alma Madrigal body with no soul in the medical bay.
It… seemed a fitting compromise but.. the Artefact could need an Architect’s hand to remove and place upon the new body. Then they could find answers of how Alma Madrigal ended up dead in the woods at aged 68.
“Keep the body on life support. I need to make a call.” Watcher Alma spun on her heel and walked out of the medical bay.
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Decay AU | Finding Decay
Pariah’s steps echoed as she followed the dot on the scanner; a human life-sign in the middle of nowhere and faint didn’t paint a pretty picture, especially this far from their native Encanto. Stray somewhere behind her as she went but she knew that they had to get to this person before they expired. Aid, if possible. Protocols were simple in this situation; aid them back or bring them in. Recruitment would be offered….depending on the context but she was sure this was just a rescue and return than a recruitment drive.
“How far?” Stray called.
“A hundred meters.” Which in all wasn’t too far but in the dense jungle, it was given the mount of trees around that forced them to take new pathways which certainly added to their step-count.
They weren’t even meant to be here for this detour; it was supposed to be a registration of the AU, add it to the map, check against Wanderer’s Quantum signature to see of her family members were in here and then go home if not. But a faint human life-sign outside of Encanto and not moving, it was a red flag so they had to check it out. No one had a good reason to be this far out from Encanto; she knew that first hand.
Sure, she was only 15 months into her own enlistment but she knew that it wouldn’t settle well on her conscience to not see the end to this; to see if they could help the lost soul by one mean or another.
The scanner dot continued to show though her eyes peered through the dense foliage until she could see a settle of large rocks and boulders that looked recently fallen given how a few had a few dirt encrusted sides facing the touches of dawn; the dot appeared to be in the mists of that.
“There.” Nodding towards it with her chin, Pariah headed onwards, circle around first and she saw the opening in the pile; it was the tree that seemed to be a huge support that pulled her attention more; bent from the weight, it still held and seemed to hold back the weight on its centre to it’s edge.
So Pariah entered into the slither of the gap., keeping herself from touching either side; one wrong move would easily unsettle the weight and cause a full collapse that could kill them both in here.
Under was dim but she activated her shoulder-light that lit upon the un fortunate soul that she recognised in a heartbeat that lay still with a layer of rock dust coating her..
Isabela.
The dress was a dead giveaway but the plant life seemed to have bloomed around her; it was clear to see the girl’s right arm was pinned by the bounder and the tree looked to be supporting the rest of the rocks from her body. But she could see the signs of life; she was able to be saved.
“Isabela?” Pariah swallowed thickly, grasping onto the fact that while this wasn’t her daughter; seeing her like this was bad… how’d she end up here? Why would she leave her mother? Her family?
“What?” Stray peeked in next, his eyes widening in alarm. “We need to get her out!”
“I know!” Pariah sighed. “Set up your lights and get me a medical pack.” She squeezed herself into the gap, changing her scanner for a bio scan.
A broken ankle and a few fractured ribs but that wasn’t the worse of her issues. Her trapped right arm was unsalvageable. The pressure and the corners of the rock had cut off her main circulation to the limb and… deterioration of that limb was built up of now bacteria that has already begun to break down the muscle and ligament and, Pariah realised that may have been for the better; smaller shards had penetrated through the back of her arm, through the muscle and bone but had also sliced through the main artery.
The rocks now acted like a torniquet.
She’d not live if they just removed her form the rock; some that toxic mess would pump back into her body if they released that limb and she’s most certainly bleed out. And the also matter was they had no way to free her either; they weren’t Luisa and couldn’t simply get her either with protocols in place.
They’d have to amputate the limb to save her.
Pariah spared a glance down to her own prostheses; only 7 months into the new arm, she was getting used to it….but would this Isabela want that?
A medical kit was held out before the light was set to properly see the girl; her flesh hand gently prodded the girl’s cheek; the feel of moss welcomed her though it seemed the girl was entirely out to the world.
Not a good sign.
From the pack, she pulled out a bio scanner and fixed it directly onto the back of the girl’s neck, setting it to take live bio scans of her pulse, breath, blood levels and brain activity. Silence lapsed between them before the data began to make sense; her brain waves were steady and spiked systematically like she was dreaming.
“She’s comatose.” Pariah realised, which mean she couldn’t ask for the girl’s permission to do this. Given this looked entirely accidental, it could be something they’d do without but now… they had to do it and hope the girl was relieved at a new lease of life.
“We can’t talk to her?”
“No. Right now she’s surprisingly stable but… sooner or later that limb’s going to rot. If she’s to survive, we have to amputate.”
Stray swallowed thickly, his young face paling a little. “Would she survive that?”
“We have the tools. Tek’s developed a gel cutter, designed for emergency amputation.”
This was after her own arm, of course because why not invest after the fact. Pariah was a little sore about it but she didn’t fault Stay’s momentary act of fear that had ultimately saved her life. Even at the cost of her arm. She’s rather be a limb down than a statue. Gel-cutters were now part of all new medical cases so she found it easily after flipped open the case.
“We need to prep her for it first so her body doesn’t go into shock.” Pariah pulled out a selection of little bottles and needles, rereading the labels and pulled out the hand-guide to make sure she was doing this correctly.
Stray nodded. “You do that. I’ll prep a tent and get the report ready.”
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Pariah could see the tent prepped and ready; a simple rolled out bed for Isabela when she was free but there was now a sense of relief as she set the gel cutter into place at the top of the girl’s arm, an inch from her shoulder, where there was no crushed bone but at the border of a break; an point that may make a new arm installation easier
The Gel-cutter was a dual metallic ring that was two inches wide that would slip around the limb and adapt to fit. Once on and activated, it’d used a energy-based blade to sever through the skin, muscle and eventually into bone before the gel inside activated to act as a tourniquet; sterilising the area from the outside world and keeping the blood inside. The gel’s outer side would harden and attach to the metal rim and the gel itself was also a painkiller among other things, keeping the cut nerves numb directly and the wound fresh for proper surgery at the Watcher Casita and for metal rod installation for prostheses
Rudimentary but it worked in an emergency situation, as it was over and done with in ten seconds. In the case of an already amputated limb, it could fit on the end of a stump and activate from there with just the gel-setting.
In case this Isabela woke for some reason or another, Pariah kept her under anaesthetic nonetheless before she activated the cutter. Last thing she wanted to do was traumatise the girl hallway through. Her eyes stayed to the readings as the ring clicked into place, gripping into the skin like a stable and the second internal ring moved with light.
It only took about ten seconds from activation before the ring flashed and gel began to form and the strain of the girl’s body dropped from it’s position. Pariah pulled the newly amputated sump away, allowing the gel to buff out though the red on the inside was unmistakeable but the gel did it’s job.
There was warmth from blood from the other half but Pariah tried not to think on that as she heaved the girl from under the rock.
Isabela’s weight was a lot but with her prostheses and leg, it was easy to keep going and as soon as she got out of the rock’s tight walls, Stray grabbed the girl’s leg and between them, lay her down onto the roll-out.
Isabela was still out. Her face a little bit more pale and her pulse faster but she wasn’t loosing blood…but she’d need proper medical treatment soon. Now she was out of immediate danger of death, they needed to collect together evidence in their report; that their involvement was necessary and that this girl had no other choice short of death if her choices was not explicitly stated. If not, they’d be heavily punished for contamination and kidnapping from native AU that wasn’t ready for introduction of the Watcher Services.
“So, Isabela… she looks a bit older than expected.” Stray noted, typing fast onto is tablet. Stray took a hold of the bio-scanner readings before imputing a few notes into the report.
“Bio scans put her late 22 years or early 23.” Pariah answered.
It seemed like this world was a post-canonical AU; no news from the main world was quiet but there was that main history people knew and the Watchers kept tight-lipped on what happened following the reconstruction of Casita. Like her own personal history was considered Post-canonical too. “Relatively healthy…aside from the obvious.” Her brain chemistry was a little off than expected too, imbalanced which did suggest she may have a might higher level of depression than what was canonically expected as well.
Pariah quickly took scans of their immediate area for reference and more of the rock fall and logged it into their report.
“Let’s go.”
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Isabela felt the world around her gain more meaning as she stirred from the depths of peaceful sleep; drawn back much faster by a low burning sensation through her right arm before the haze of nose assaulted her ears which only seemed to get faster.
“She’s waking up.”
Isabela groaned softy, becoming aware of the light against her eyelids, her head turning away before the light seemed to shift away from it’s intensity.
“Isabela, you’re safe but you’re badly injured.”, The voice was her mothers “I need you to swallow when I press this cup to your lips.”
Hazily, Isabela complied before she felt warm broth seep into her mouth, soothing away the dryness in her throat but the haze in her mind seemed to disappear along with the pain throughout her body though dull aches stil lingered.
Her eyes flickered open, half expecting to find herself in her room with her mother and Abuela standing around, the latter for chiding her for not doubt her injuries but for running away. But… the room she was in was not her bed room. In fact it was entirely unfamiliar.
White walls, the air smelt sterile and there was an array of…machines that were beeping around her. All unfamiliar. This was not Casita. It was a scary realisation and what more was unsettling was the woman attending her bed-side.
The woman standing with the mug; she looked almost exactly like her mother. Kind face and warmth but everything about her screamed not-mother. No familia warmth or touch, not that she had much before but even now, she would have thought her mother would have given her something. But the woman’s hair was much darker; less grey and her attire was consistent of a teal, wrap tunic with a V-neck, two frontal pockets and strangely matching pants that exposed cream boots, attached to her hips was a coloured card. Her hair was pulled back into a familiar bun but… this wasn’t her mother.
“You’re not my Mam.”
“No, I’m not.” The woman agreed. “but I am here to help heal you. Do you know what happened?”
Isabela licked her lips softly, her mind lulling back for a moment. “I…I was trying to get out of Encanto…it was night time.” She hazily recalled. “I… I needed to use my vines to get up over a step part but… I think something went wrong.” It was too hazy to recall the details after that. “I…I don’t remember after that.”
The woman nodded softly. “You were found by two of our workers; they were…exploring the area when they found you under some rocks. It appears that…using your vines upset already lose ground and you triggered a rock slide.”
Isabela frowned intently. “Rock slide?”
“The worse of it was directed off by a creation of thick trees, but a few large bounders… broke the line. You were caught underneath but… it seemed you were able to save yourself with another tree. Now, when you were found, you were trapped under the rubble and pinned.”
Isabela blinked but her eyes dropped from her not-mother to her body; to the lingering aches and the burning but her guts chilled as she realised what she had missed…
“Where’s my arm?!” the beeping around her increased but her mind couldn’t process the fact her arm was gone, she was shirtless, but her top body was wrapped and bandaged up so she could plainly see the stump of where her arm used to be. Her ankle was braced as well and she could feel other supports along her back but… her arm.
“It was amputated on site, the rock that landed on the caused tremendous damage.” The not-mother spoke, her hand coming to her other shoulder, “But they saved you. Removing your arm was the only way that you could have come out of that alive.”
“I…I need my arm!” She panicked. “My… My gift… I need it!”
“My dear, please, you’re okay and your gift is not lost.”
Isabela shook her head, her body wanting nothing more than to get up… but the woman’s face was oddly soothing, gently holding her into the sheet.
“I know it’s devastating but there are ways we can assist. Right now, your body is still healing. Magic had taken the worst away but I need to monitor and make sure nothing else is missed.”
Isabela sucked in a heavy breath, her eyes filling up with tears. “why?”
“The rock sliced through the main arty, the limb was dead by the time you were found. You would have bled out or suffered septic shock and—“
Isabela shook her head at the details—a problem for future her, “Why am I here? Who are you? Why…why do you look like my mother?!”
The woman sighed deeply. “It’s all a long story and right now, too complicated to explain. I am… another version of your mother, call me Watcher Julieta if you need to call me something.”
“Another version?” That didn’t make any sense. What did that mean?
“It’s complicated. But I promise that we can answer your questions. Right now, you need rest.” The woman raised her hand, reaching for a bag of fluid that Isabela now realised was attached into the back of her left hand. From the mid-point at a port, the woman seemed to slick some sort of needle of fluid into it before her head felt all hazy.
“Sleep well, Isabela.”
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The Difference Between What Was and What Is
One Shot based on my interpretation of the Encanto Madremonte AU by the lovely @c-rose2081
Hey there! Sorry it took so long to post, but I was in Mexico visiting family and lets just say that it's inspired many ideas. This might be a shorter post, but I hope you enjoy it regardless!
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It was a testament to their willpower that Julieta and Luisa had waited this long to pull Isabela away from the more crowded moments to talk. Just shy of four months had passed since the resurrection, all that time spent trying desperately to garner good will with their missing family member, especially with what happened with the Guerrera men. It had been a side of Isa that they had never imagined her having, only thinking of her as the sweet and adventurous child she had once been.
The wooden mask and the barely contained rattles emanating from her throat had them flinching in surprise when she had arrived back at Casita, but it was the burning gold slits of her eyes that froze them in their places. It had been then that they had realized that the Isabela that had left was not the one that stood in front of them, could not possibly have completely survived the passing years to be the one that made it back home.
They had waited as long as they could handle and, in the end, it was Luisa who cracked first and tried to find ways to bring her to the side, but every attempt was met with the annoyed green eyes of the youngest daughter or the whipping sting of plants. It seemed like every action was parried and redirected in such a way that it felt as if the very miracle was hiding Julieta's daughter from her.
In the end, all it took was waiting for Isa to come to them after Mirabel had gone to bed. They had been cleaning the kitchen and preparing the ingredients for the next days batch of food when Isabela had crept in, eyes glowing faintly in the low light. Glancing over in surprise, Julieta had to brace herself against the counter as she caught the color change again. Where eyes the color of her own once peered out at her, gold now sat inlaid into their previous place. It had been so startling to realize how much had fundamentally changed in her daughter and while it had gotten less heartbreaking the more time they spent together, there was always a moment where she had expected eyes the same color as her own to be in place of gold.
A large hand placed itself on her shoulder and Luisa's voiced sounded from just behind her, the slightest warble the only indication of a shared worry, "Isabela? Todo esta bien? Donde esta Mirabel?"
Isabela looked at them, eyes glinting and nodded, "Todo esta bien. Mirabel is sleeping, but I need to speak with you." A look was shared between the women in blue and Julieta hesitantly smiled and motioned over to the next room, "Bueno, let's go sit down and we can talk hi-Isabela." Her daughter only gave her a glance before slinking down the short steps into the dining room. Luisa stared at her mother for a few seconds, worry in eyes so much like Agustin's and Mirabel's up until the collapse, before following her eldest sibling.
Julieta stood there for a minute just breathing, her heart beat slowly slowing and the tide of overwhelming dread pulling back. With one last exhale she moved into the room, where at the table her daughters sat, one watcher her sister and the other observing the room. When she sat down, she smiled at Luisa and Isabela, "Now then, what was it that you needed to tell us?"
She leaned forward onto the table, ears flicking a somewhat wary look replacing the curious expressing on her face, "Senora,"- and that should have been her first clue as to what would be said next, but even so she was caught off guard, "I don't remember you, not really. Not who you were to me and I don't remember much before la selva. I know Mirabel is my sister," she looked away to the windows, "Pero mi Milagro esta conectada a mi don. La pude sentir desde el fondo de mi ser."
It was at once both the most heart-aching thing she had heard, and the most closure that she had received in years. They, her and Agustin, had suspected something like this was the case. When Isabela had returned to them with Mirabel on her back, there had been no emotion remotely similar to recognition that had played across her face, only wariness and the protective looks she had directed to Mirabel. Oh, it was hard to miss the way she felt towards her youngest. Like a mother jaguar with her newborn cub and in some way, the hurt that should stung was lessened by the fact that even if she had failed to keep them safe, they had found each other in the end.
Mirabel had gotten the protector and mother figure that she had needed, and Isabela had been at their sides in the only way that she could have been. So, slotting her own feelings away to be handled later, Julieta put a hand on Luisa's arm, a stricken teary-eyed look on her face, and cleared her throat, "Que te recuerdas?"
Isabela's face twisted in thought, the furrow of her brow so reminiscent of days gone by when her daughter had been frustrated with something that had been said or done. Sitting there in the waiting silence, the new reality she'd been living in shifted into something easier to touch, became more real. In the face of the truth, her world broke and came together again, the jagged edges of whatever had been reforming into what is.
For more than a decade Julieta had hung in the space that her uncertainty had created, the truth finally bringing her to rest on solid ground. Though her heart broke for the past, she could finally move forward into the light. Suddenly, the world came into sharp focus and she felt aspects of the woman she had been slot into the new mosaic of her being.
"I remember senses and there are fragments of moments that are coming back, but not memories." Isabela looked to the older woman, "I think I remember la cocina. I used to help make food, si? There was always a lot of light."
Julieta smiled and nodded, "You used to insist that you would help me with the food for the village and for the family in the morning. You even had Casita wake you up early to get ready." Isa nodded and turned toward her sister who looked on in old sadness. When she noticed Isabela look at her, she straightened in her seat and steeled herself as best she could, "I don't remember you much, but we are sisters, yes? I can feel la conexión de nuestros dones."
The younger woman's throat bobbed, emotion impeding her speech for a moment, but swallowing it down she answered as best as she could without wavering, "Si. Um, tu eres la mayor de nosotras tres, pero también de todos los nietos." And that's when Isa leaned over to peer at the family tree in interest.
It was odd, it seemed as if she had switched from giving them her undivided attention to ignoring them. They watched her scan the tree, top to bottom, and come to rest at her image. A second passed, and then another, until she turned to them a question on her lips, "I'm twenty-seven?"
It had never occurred to them that Isabela wouldn't have remembered her age. Time had stolen her not only her memories of the family, but also basic information about herself. Julieta's eyes softened, "Si, cumpliste veinte- y-siete hace unos meces atrás. You were born in the height of summer. Luisa tiene veinte-y-uno y Mirabel tiene quince años."
Her oldest bobbed her head and looked down pensively at the grain of the wooden table. Her soul ached to comfort the young woman in front of her, but her mind reminded her of their reality. She was a complete stranger, nothing more than a faint connection to a faded memory. As much as she wanted to be her mother again, the reality was that the time for that had evaporated when she had let her mother treat her daughters as prized mules for their village. When she finally tipped her chin up and looked them in the eyes, she said, "Would you tell me more about the Madrigals?"
In that moment the tentative olive branch that was offered could have been a bridge to heaven for Julieta. She smiled, "Por supuesto! What would you like to know?"
And so, the night continued on, questions on both sides coming to be answered and much needed truths being laid bare for them to see. Julieta observed her daughters as they spoke about the history of their home and the story of the night that started it all, eyes fondly looking on. Isabela had grown up away from her family and though she couldn't ever be able to fit into the role of her mother in the same way, not anymore, in her heart she felt that in time they could bridge the ravine of years that had separated them. She would always treasure those formative years, but it was time to face the present.
There was moment when Luisa had asked about her life in the selva, how she had ended up there, but Isabela had furrowed her brow and admitted that though some pieces were coming back to her, all clear memories began with waking up in a nest at the foot of a tree. Nothing from before that moment was accessible to her in full, though she had tried and eventually come to terms with never knowing, "If I was meant to remember, then I would. If I haven't, then there must be a reason for it." And truthfully? Julieta was glad for it. A selfish part of her wished for Isabela to never remember that final year in Casita's walls.
As the time ticked by, the moon reaching its zenith, the three women stood once again. As they turned off their lights headed back to their beds, Isabela turned to them as she placed a hand on the tree, "Would it be okay if I helped you in la mañana?"
Julieta smiled, one that was more genuine than any in the previous years, "Of course! I'll be in the kitchen all day tomorrow making the healing food for the week. I'll have Casita wake you up in the morning."
Isabela uttered a thank you and the older woman watched as she was lifted into the tree, disappearing with nothing but the rustle of leaves into the branches. As she went to bed that night, Agustin on his side of the bed, Julieta wondered at the what the future would bring. Her dreams filled with memories of amber sunlight, the sound of laughter, and smiling, golden eyes.
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IT'S TIME FOR AN ART DUMP
Piper being uh... Piper
I finished my sketchbook recently lol
I'm sure Julieta and Pepa are fine... Probably. Featuring my other encanto OC Maria (BASIC NAME I KNOW-)
Paul 💜
CHARLOTTE 😭💙💙 I love her so much
This specific doodle was based on my "Tragedy at Watcher World" fanfic on Wattpad
Last but not least- this random thing I made. First time drawing Melissa, and it's for a meme.
#encanto#artwork#art#digital art#encanto fanart#julieta madrigal#encanto fandom#traditional art#the guy who didn't like musicals#hatchetfield#original character#oc artwork#art dump#starkid fanart#starkid#pepa madrigal
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So since people compare Jonathan Sims to Bruno Madrigal, that got me thinking.
Which entity from The Magnus Archives would each Madrigal be an avatar of?
(I’m only doing the OG Madrigal’s, nobody who married into the fam).
Pepa: The Desolation, you cannot convince me otherwise. Her storms have the capability to be horribly, horribly destructive, and that sort of senseless destruction sounds just like the desolation. Flooding, snow, hail, wind, all of those things can destroy as efficiently as any fire. It’s also tied to her emotions, which matches the cruelty often found in desolation cults like the Lightless Flame.
Isabela: The Corruption. It feels pretty obvious that she would be an avatar of the corruption, what with her ability to grow plants anywhere and everywhere, especially once she learns that she isn’t limited to just flowers. While the majority of the time we see the corruption associated with bugs and disease, rot and decomposition are also closely linked with plants.
Luisa and Julieta: The Flesh. This may sound like a weird choice to give the two of them, but in all honesty it feels like it fits the best. Luisa’s powers are closely tied with her body, and she is able to lift crazy amounts of weight, more than a human being should be able to. Julieta, meanwhile, can alter the human body with the food that she cooks, and basically set everything back to normal. This could lend itself to body horror— if someone shattered a bone, would they feel the shards all coming together? Food for thought (pun intended).
Dolores: The Eye. She knows everything about everyone and is constantly able to absorb information, constantly able to Know things. And her gift feeds into the fears that the Ceaseless Watcher represents— being watched, exposed, known. She must’ve overheard almost every single private conversation held in Encanto.
Alma: The Buried. The job of an avatar is to inspire fear of their patron power, and Alma’s biggest conflict in the movie is the crushing expectations she sets upon her family. While The Buried is also known as the Too Close I Cannot Breathe, it doesn’t just mean literally being crushed. Financial burdens and debt are also manifestations of the Buried, so I could see high expectations that could never be met also being an aspect of the buried. The stress they cause is the same, as well as the fear.
Antonio: Undecided, but possibly Hunt or Corruption. Both of those powers are very closely tied to animals, and since he already has befriended a jaguar, it’s likely that he would be an avatar of the hunt. The corruption also has to do with animals, like the rats that he talks to, and other sort of pest animals. However, I think he’s too young to have any allegiance to any avatar.
Camilo: The Stranger. This feels like a cop out, but really, it fits super well. I doubt Camilo’s shapeshifting is perfect, especially since he’s a child, so imagine seeing someone you know very well, except something feels… off. You don’t know why, but they don’t quite look like you remember. His own sense of identity would be skewed, but not so much so that I think he would align with the Spiral. So, I think that he would be an avatar of I Do Not Know You.
Bruno: The Web and/or The Eye. While he can look into the future and know what’s going to happen, the majority of that knowledge is fuzzy, and directly tied to a persons free will, or lack thereof. If a prediction comes true regardless of what you do, then is there any such thing as free will? Is Bruno sealing your fate with his prophesy, or was it already sealed? He forces himself to stay on the sidelines, unable to change anything, just to watch and try to patch up the spiderwebbed cracks in the walls of his home. He could be an avatar of either, and torments with both the knowledge of the future, and the fact it can’t be changed. While he doesn’t directly manipulate people like The Mother of Puppets, he also doesn’t tirelessly seek out information like those of the Ceaseless Watcher. So really, it’s up in the air.
Mirabel: The closest match to her I think would be The Eye. This would make her the third Madrigal that could possibly have a connection to the eye, but I don’t really know if it fits as much as the others fit. In the entirety of Encanto, we see Mirabel looking for information on how to save her family, risking life and limb for this knowledge. However, she wasn’t doing this for the sake of knowledge or discovery, she was doing it for her family. While the knowledge might’ve hurt, she isn’t shown to be someone constantly seeking out knowledge for her own purposes. Because of this, I think that Mirabel would be Unaligned.
These are just my thoughts. If you have differing opinions, please comment them or reblog this post with them!!!!
#encanto#encanto headcanons#bruno madrigal#mirabel madrigal#camilo madrigal#isabela madrigal#dolores madrigal#julieta madrigal#antonio madrigal#pepa madrigal#the madrigals#the magnus archives#tma podcast#tma#the eye#the flesh#the buried#the web
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New POP Haul!!!
Hey Funko fam! Seeing that this blog is still a class assignment, I won’t do hauls for every set of new POPs that I buy. However, I did get quite the hefty shipment over the weekend and wanted to share my new additions with everyone!
Anyone who knows me, knows I absolutely love Disney. And if you’ve been keeping up with the blog, you probably noticed that most of the POPs in my collection are Disney related. Which is why it shouldn’t surprise you that my new haul entirely falls under that umbrella of characters.
Without further ado, say hello to my new best friends 🤗
ta-da!!!
We’re gonna do a deep dive into these new characters.
In the top row, I have some miscellaneous Funko.com exclusives like The Watcher from Marvel Studios’ What If and Ikaris from Eternals. I also bought Fennec Shand from Star Wars because I wasn’t able to snag her yet!
She matches perfectly with my Boba Fett figure!
On the mainstream Disney side of things, I got all the new figures from the Monster’s Inc. 20th anniversary set (yes you’re right, that’s technically Pixar).
We’ve got main characters Mike and Sulley, alongside Boo & Mike’s love interest, Celia. The new collection also includes the Yeti (or Abominable Snowman) from the movie, with his ICONIC tray of “snow cones” (seriously… did we ever find out why they’re yellow?). To top it off, the new collection includes a Funko exclusive of Sulley holding Boo! How cute is little Boo??
Another collection that released recently was the Beauty & the Beast 30th anniversary set, and I am SO happy that I was able to snag most of the characters. It’s my second favorite Disney movie, so adding these characters to my ever-growing collection felt super special!
From left to right, we’ve got the Funko exclusive of Cogsworth popping out of the cobbler pan, the Beast, Winter Belle, an extra dapper Lumiere and Belle holding the magic mirror. I did not buy the standard Cogsworth because I got the exclusive version, and unfortunately Gaston was all sold out when I made the purchase! So I will for sure be hunting him down in the future 🕵️♂️.
Finally, to round off my haul, I got a couple more Encanto characters for my collection. I added Julieta & Abuela Alma to the family.
Now I just need to find Antonio and Uncle Bruno to round off that set!!
It feels so good to share my love for Funko POPs with a community who cares about them just as much as I do. Let me know if you had any new finds lately!
Thanks for reading & until next time,
Johnny
#disney#funko#funko collector#funko pop#funkocommunity#marvel#marvel studios#star wars#tbobf#the book of boba fett#the mandalorian#fennec shand#beauty and the beast#monsters inc#encanto
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Romeu & Julieta Studio Create Educational VR Experiences
Virtual reality (VR) has a great potential to take users to places or times they have never been to, offering the chance to let people experience new cultures and places. This what Romeu & Julieta Studios are trying to offer with its series of VR educational experiences.
Designed as a educational videogame, Palmeira 1914 has been produced by Romeu & Julieta Studios to introduce students and children to interact with the Gaucho people of Brazil in the year 1914, participating in their daily life and hearing them speak in all the idioms and expressions that were common in that population during that time period.
“Palmeira 1914 project came from the desire to generate new experiences while we approach our history, we give up the role of watchers and enter the role of those who experience, literally, this project comes to fill a gap in entertainment content with educational background and history. Virtual reality is a great tool for that, presenting a content that disguises itself as a game, but in a background that talks about the history of the yerba mate and the city, showing elements that no longer exist, that are lost in history, abandoned inside a museum or in a photo album inside a drawer. It is an innovative project, pioneer in Brazil and Latin America”, says Jean Campos, designer of this project and founding partner of Romeu&Julieta Studio.
The studio consulted with historical experts, including historian Professor Henrique Lima, who is an expert on the history of that region of Brazil and its people. As such, it is being considered as a valuable resource.
“All this material that is being built on Palmeira 1914 project will be an official reference source, I consider it as a very important project for the present and future generations, people will really know about the history from their county and region, mainly because it uses technological mechanisms that are widely used today, especially by young people, and provokes their interest in studying and learning about the history of where they live”, said Dudu Freire, mayor of the city of Palmeira das Missões
VRFocus will continue to report on new VR applications and experiences.
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Part 1: Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows
Finally, my favorite fantasy book has ended. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows is the last journey and final book of Harry Potter book sequels. As Harry, Ron amd Hermione set out their mission to find and destroy Voldemort’s Horcruxes as soon as possible before the Dark Lord could ever find Harry. The Death Eaters search for Harry to bring him to Voldemort… Alive. Harry must confront his fateful day and solve his great task to the ultimate battle with Voldemort.
Upon reading this book, I was really amazed especially when we will talk about love and sacrifice. When Albus Dumbledore said this to Harry “ if there’s something else that the Lord Voldemort could never understand, it is love”. Yes, it’s true, because, there are lots of people who are being involved in order to attain the triumph of Harry and help him until the very end. Especially the very important case of these two mothers who have deeply gave love towards to their sons and to help Harry. First one, of course, Harry’s mother, Lily Potter. She has ultimate sacrifice for Harry to make Harry survive. Lily presents herself to die just to protect her baby boy, Harry. She presents herself as a shield from the killing curse of Lord Voldemort, that is why the curse rebounded and what Lily does is very powerful and it protects Harry for the rest of his life. The death of Lily Potter is a representation of a mother’s immeasurable love towards her children.
The second one is the unexpected and very dangerous lie of Draco Malfoy’s mother, Narcissa. I knew that the Malfoy family devote themselves to Voldemort. However, Narcissa’s also a mother. A mother would typically gave a sacrifices in order to make sure her son is safe. From the part of this book
“Hands, softer than he had been expecting, touched Harry’s face, pulled back an eyelid, crept beneath his shirt, down to his chest and felt his heart. He could hear the woman’s fast breathing, her long hair tickled his face. He knew that she could feel the steady pounding of life against his ribs.
‘Is Draco alive? Is he in the castle?’
The whisper was barely audible; her lips were an inch from his ear, her head bent so low that her long hair shielded his face from the onlookers.
Yes,’ he breathed back.
He felt the hand on his chest contract; her nails pierced him. Then it was withdrawn. She had sat up.
‘He is dead!’ Narcissa Malfoy called to the watchers.
And now they shouted, now they yelled in triumph and stamped their feet, and through his eyelids Harry saw bursts of red and silver light shoot into the air in celebration.
When Harry survives Voldemort’s Killing curse for the second time (we all know from the very first place, Harry survives the killing curse of Voldemort because of Lily’s sacrifice), Voldemort told his worshippers to check of Harry is dead. Narcissa made the first move and check if Harry is dead but she did her dangerous lie to pretend that Harry is dead. I think this is very courageous act and really serious matter for Narcissa because, like, if Narcissa failed to pretend and do a simple mistake, she could die and the rest of her family. She really puts her life in danger. She doesn’t care anymore if Voldemort has the triumph at least she could get her son alive. Indeed, a mother’s love is powerful and unconditional. They are willing to sacrifice in order for their children and above all, taking the risk so their children will experience the happiness and it can only bee seen by a mother’s love.
A mother’s love is indeed the most powerful elements in the world. When were watching GMA’S Kapuso Mo Jessica Soho episode about trending social media video of a mom named Julieta carrying her disabled 29 year-old daughter, Mary Jane on their way to a bank recently. Mom Julieta is 64 years old and weighed only 62 kg while carrying Mary Jane with 72 kg. Upon watching the whole episode, I can’t help to cry. I was crying for the whole period because, imagine, a mother is very old and at her age, she carries her daughter that weighs more than from her weight. It really crashes my heart. Indeed, she really did her sacrifices, all the risk so as to make her daughter happy, comfortable and safe by her arms. The mother has a faith and her faith to God gives her a strength to make him stronger to carry her daughter way up to the mountain. I’m so proud of this mother. No doubt, a mother’s love is immeasurable like what mom did to me.
I wonder why would Lord Voldemort never really understand at the first chapter “The Dark Lord Ascending” about Snape intention of putting Harry at the safe house? I mean, Snape is a tragic hero in the story. He really did his best to protect the son of Lily. Like everyone in the room had the opinion about the Potter boy but Voldemort ignored the mistrust that others said to him, that was expressed by Snape. And lastly, I wonder why not Voldemort be the one to check Harry if he is dead or alive? So he can guarantee and be safe to triumph. But I think, that would not be pleasant if he will be the one to check it so as to make the story happy ending, flaws of Voldemort is what makes him the loser.
. Because Harry breaks the Deathstick or the Elder Wand and threw it because he said “this wand makes it more harmful that it is beneficial.” So he breaks it into pieces and threw it away. I think, the Hogwarts can now attain prosperity, another journey in the wizard in world. Harry would treasure all the people who had helped him like a ultimate sacrifice of Albus Dumbledore and ofcourse, our hero, Severus Snape, who had destroyed his life for a cause which was more that one could think of giving. Harry now knew that not all people who were bad with you before are evil but we cannot judge or make a prejudgment towards the other people.
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Decay AU | Birth of Dante Madrigal
The labour had been long. Decay was exhausted as each hour passed and no baby to show for the efforts. The water had broken, the baby’s movements were sharper now without the water and the pain and discomfort was at an all time high.
Watcher Julieta kept the probe along her belly, though Decay didn’t like ther serious look in her face that only grew.
“Is… are they gonna be okay?” Decay asked, her metal hand gripping Pariah’s protheses tightly.
Watcher Julieta’s eyes flickered to her before she set the scanner down. “Right now, the baby’s breech.”
“Then flip him, it’s not too hard to do that.” Pariah spoke, her voice stronger than what Decay felt.
“It’s not that simple. Their legs are crossed, arms tucked and ad… normally I’d flip them but… the cord’s around their neck.”
Decay’s eyes widened in alarm, her hand coming to her belly. “Around… it’s not hurting them, is it?”
“No, it’s not too tight but… we can’t flip him around. If we do, with risk cutting off their only link to oxygen before they’re delivered.”
Pariah’s arm squeezed her’s tightly. “What about a Caesarean?”
“That is the most viable option, yes.”
“You mean cut them out?” Decay squeaked, her breath quickening. “But… but what if that hurt them?”
“Decay, Watcher Julieta’s delivered Rana in her ammonitic sac and transferred her directly to her tank from a C-section with me.” Pariah spoke, “She’s an expert and… you know, she wouldn’t suggest this without a good reason.”
“Indeed.” Watcher Julieta sighed, “I promise, you and your baby will be in good hands, Decay.”
Decay swallowed thickly, but… she knew she had to do this; for her baby’s sake. She didn’t want to lose them.
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Things were fast moving, despite the growing contractions, watcher Julieta seemed to have worked wonders as she was wheeled into theatre, and the feeling from the waist down vanished before the screen was set up.
Pariah stayed by her side and Decay’s heart was in her mouth, icily listening as they worked and… it was odd just waiting; trying to wait and hear for the first cries. But there was a change as watcher Julieta called for more hands.
Pariah perked up a little, taking a short peek before sitting down abruptly but said nothing, despite the look Decay gave for news.
Then…
“It’s a boy!”
Decay’s eyes widened, though sure enough above the screen separating her view from the surgeons, the pink, squirming baby was held up, his neck supported, as well as hid little body though it only took a second before the baby’s mouth opened into a sharp cry that billowed throughout the room. An impressive set of lungs that she had made!
Decay gasped happily, watching as he momently disappeared before being wrapped up, before Pariah took the wailing bundle from her watcher counterpart with a beaming smile.
“Here, I think he wants to meet up”
Decay’s eyes were welled as Pariah set and held the newborn across her throat while the medical staff began to get her cleaned up and began to repairs down below from the operation. The baby wailed into her jaw, his little hand flailing a little before he found a grip with both her hair net and locks of her hair, his other hand gripping her cheek.
Her mind filled with the sense of overwhelming joy and happiness… and a seep sense of love that tingled as he wiggled against her before he was gone; lifted away.
“No…where’s he go?!” Decay whined, her head raising to see Pariah setting him down onto a little bed before a nurse began to move him about, her heart thumping in her chest before Pariah returned with an assuring look.
“They’re just going to do a check-up and make sure everything’s fully okay, clean him up and get him on the system then he’ll be back.”
Decay’s lips trembled. “He’s so small!”
Pariah laughed, bending down to kiss her forehead. “Oh you were that size as well.”
“Don’t lose him!” Decay called louder to the nurses, “Can…can you stay with him?”
“Of course.”
Relief flooded her to see Pariah move back to her son’s side, unable to help but watch as they weighed him, took measurements before running a few scans along his little body; especially around his neck from where the cord had been caught and it was no surprise to hear the infant kicking up a fuss before Pariah began to dress him and bundle him up.
Her son.
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With Watcher Julieta’s magical touch along with the surgery, she was healed but Decay kept the thin scar across her lower belly; her belly not flat yet but clearly a lesson and patience on her would get her form back but Decay didn’t care much for that as she held her new son in her arms, skin to skin, and he looked so…content.
The others had been and gone but she had Pariah stay; she needed her variant mother’s help; her support and trust. This was all too new for just her.
How could Abuela handle three babies at once?
Her synthetic fingers traced carefully over the little button nose, watching in captivated on how he slept so sound and out to the world for only a few hours now. He wasn’t complaining as much but… he was…stunning. A beautiful baby.
All hers.
“Have you thought of a name for him?” Pariah whispered, appearing with a tray in her hands. Decay didn’t look up to see as she took a seat next to her on her bed, pressing a water bottle into her palm. Decay idly drank.
“Dante Pedro Rojas Madrigal.” She did consider throwing her father’s name into but… her Abuelo’s name fit more with the baby and her Papi’s last name still made it into his full name, even if it wasn’t their main surname.
“It suits him.” Pariah complimented, “Little Dante.”
Decay nodded with a thick swallow though her breath shook though she had to keep stroking his little back, her heart warming as he wiggled, burying his face into her warm, bare skin of her chest.
“How are you feeling?”
It was a small, softly spoken question but… Decay couldn’t stop the rise of tears that prickled at her eyes or the sniffles. Pariah shifted the tray off to the side befreo her arm wrapped around her. Decay immediately leant into her side, swallowing thickly but soon enough, the sobs escaped.
“It’s okay.” Pariah whispered, “it’s overwhelming but… it’s okay as well. You’re healthy… your baby is healthy… you’ll have your family here to help.”
“N-not everyone.” She cried, “i… I hate that..” She pulled back from Pariah’s shoulder, “I want my Mami… I… I want the others to know that I have a son… but… then again I don’t… they don’t deserve him!” She could only imagine the disappointment of Abuela, the sheer notion of a baby born out of wedlock would bring her shame. The first great grandson of the Madrigals was a bastard-baby. She didn’t want her precious baby to ensure that ridicule.
Pariah’s face softened, “It’s okay to want them…”
“But… I have you… and Hallow… and…and Wanderer… I don’t need them… They weren’t there for me when I needed them. But… i…I keep picturing Mami with him in her arms… I want her to be happy with her… with her first grand baby but.. but—“
Pariah arms pulled her in, her voice muffling against her shoulder but she forced herself to breath, to remember the child in her arms. Perhaps it was the soft rubs along her back… or the fact it was Pariah; her mother’s variant counterpart she loved dearly after all this time. Sometimes, it was hard to imagine this Julieta like her own mother.
But Pariah had started out like any other Julieta; a fantastic cook and healer but above all, a loving mother… choices made by heart, and one which… had been her downfall. A small choice but Decay knew how that changed Pariah; how it set her up to walk the path she was on now. Regardless of the replacements of her body, the trauma she had ensured; Pariah was still a mother.
A mother she needed.
Dante squirmed in her metallic arms, reminding her now that…this little one needed her just as much.
“One day, Decay…” Pariah whispered, “it’s…confusing but for now, you have me. I will be here, Stray too and you know….Wanderer’s got dibs on styling him.”
Decay laughed out softly against her shoulder. “Yeah…” She let out a shaking sigh. “yeah…you’re right.”
There was a long pause before another thought occurred to her.
“She better not have frills on his clothes.”
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Watcher!Mirabel: did you find Abuela?
Watcher!Julieta, sitting down for dinner: Yeah, she’s with Jesus now.
Everyone else: WHAT?!
Watcher!Julieta: NO! No! Sorry! That-She’s at church! Poor choice of words!
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Watcher AU | Casita
The Casita of the Watcher AU is not a simple Casita. It’s size is magnitude in comparison with it’s role as a paramilitary-style like hub for the Watcher Services that help keep the Multiverse smooth sailing. It’s sentient like any other Casita and it sits at a size of a castle with a treeline to separate itself from the Districts that surround it.
The Casita itself is multiple stories high, varying between the towers and sections, each ‘level’ can have 2-4 floors depending on it’s usage and workers that are in active service. It’s more efficient the ways of the Watcher AU to grow in scale an add layers than just expanding outwards otherwise it’s too much important space consumed given it’s a ever-expanding flat-world, not a planet.
Court yard 1
The largest of the within-Casita spaces. Heavily used to help new recruits in an open space, especially with hand-to-hand combat. the first few weeks are the hardest after all. The space can be changed for other purposes, such as games, laser tag and Emergency space.
Courtyard 2
Second largest spaces, this is a more private space for the gifted workers for their outside training and for the Watcher Madrigals to spend their time when not working.
Entrance
The Entrance is also a security check spot for those entering the first time; the Casita is designed to scan for weapons and record Quantum signatures to identify the person.
Communications
Linked to the rest of the Casita; the whole building’s commination's run through this and is monitored constantly by a crew. Most workers are equipped with Walkie talkies or ear-comms that are relayed through the Communications stations
Communications also run data gathering and organisation and only selective members have full access. There is a security clearance that runs on a colour-spectrum system. All Watcher Madrigals have clearance, but from there on, it’s by their digression or by their clearance-colours. Each worker, magic and non, has a clearance card on them in one form or another. Punishments and conflicts can remove or lower clearance levels. This is Watcher Dolores’s domain.
Medical tower
The Medical tower is much broader than it’s appearance; as it’s floors and levels are for the different degrees in the medical side for it’s workers; both physical and mental; short term and long term care. Dependence on magical healing is split with technological care to balance out the need for when Watcher Julieta needs her rest. Medical tower has a strong connection to the tek tower and is primarily Watcher Julieta's domain.
Non-gifted Worker residence
All workers are expected to be on site when in active duty. As they’re non-magical (nor married to a magical), they don’t need the space like magical people do so they typically have a room split for 2 people at a time. Workers on ‘holiday’ tend to spend time in an authorised AU or in one of the Districts
Training Tower
Training Towers covers a huge basis than new combat, but also gifts and physical therapies for those with new, technologic limbs or healing injuries to keep in shape. There is everything to basic training to knife throwing.
Not only is it just physical training but mental training; a school is also part of the tower for the new or old learners who want to branch into other topics. It’s convenient to have it all in the same tower than spread around.
Watcher Luisa works primarily in this area. Watcher Agustin and Watcher Felix are primarily in the schools for educational teaching.
Technological tower
The Tek Tower, as it’s known is where the Technological development is centred at. The Tower crews help create stuff in-mass if required, like phones, computers, laptops or tablets or helps create for new needs, such as protheses (most common) or Implants. Tek Towers is maintained by Tek Felix was a portal/door straight to his AU for his convince. Tek Towers also has a huge number of those investing in communications as a support. All staff are required to be educated in technology. This is not negotiable.
Food Hall
One of the biggest inside spaced that had the most foot traffic; the food hall is the hub for not only food but for communal socialising and fun. It’s a place to be for meeting friends and a go-to for organising events. It has food on the constant for those on a day, mid or night shift and food is serves more for a buffet style for anyone's choosing. Watcher Isabela helps keep food production up with the cooks and this is often where you’ll find her ang with Watcher Camilo who keeps the mood alive for morale.
‘Candle’ Room
One of the most important rooms, this is protected by Magic and only Watcher Alma and Watcher Julieta can access this room by themselves. This room stores all the retrieved candles or extracted magic (from Casita’s) from AUs. Corrupt candles/magic are also here but are separated from the ‘normal’ candles. A candle can be used to fuel certain parts of the Watcher AU or to magically support something; to Watcher Alma’s digression.
Watcher residence
All 12 Watchers have their room, excluding Watcher Agustin and Watcher Felix who co-habit with their respective partner.
Gifted Worker Residence
All gifted workers have their own room. This is a need-be for those to hone and craft their gifts and hobbies and allows them the room to be ad big as needed and will change to suite the needs of the owner. It can have multiple people inside for co-habiting for a partner and young child (until the age of 5; then they get their gifted room close by). Doors/Rooms can be moved by necessity or convenience.
The Labs.
Science labs for chemical and biological works, to both research and advancement. The labs will run co-works with the technological and other divisions in the name of science.
A Human being
Car Park
To travel, portals are mostly used but cars and wagons are also a go-to for those wanting the traditional means or the need of familiarity if they’re of an less-advanced AU. This is a storage of where such vehicles are kept. (regular casita’s are about the size of the car park; for a sense of scale)
Vehicle size
Shooting range.
Self-Explanatory. Mostly new recruits are taken here to ensure the safety of personnel and covers most ranged-weapons from guns to bows.
Animal care.
Watcher Antonio’ domain, primarily in upkeeping the livestock of the Watcher AU for the district's aid or food, depending on it’s usage and animals.
Runner’s Pathway
A path around the Casita is a gruelling run for either new recruits or those being punished. The pathways connect to roads out towards the districts
Armoury
Self-explanatory. The Armoury contains various amounts of weapons used for offence or defence. melee weapons, to all types of guns and both lethal and non-lethal. Heavily protected, and clearance cards are a must to even walk through the door. All records are kept to ensure nothing goes missing and all weapons are looked after.
The Armoury has a subsection for both protective gear as well; basic protective vests to energy-based amour to underwater gear; there’s gear to cover most bases
more can be added for when I develop this AU and casita more.
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Decay AU | Matter of Survival
It’s not commonly known to even the Watchers of what Isabela Madrigal’s gift are fully capable of until pushed to the extreme. As most Isabela’s live a mundane life in her respective AUs, even those living in the Watcher AU don’t go to the same extremes as the one working in the field such as Decay.
Isabela’s gift is an huge part of her identity that she's connected to consciously and unconsciously. The plants can react to her mood and she can get a feel for what plants need by touching them, even with the loss of her arms, the protheses had magic which still enabled her to use that side, just not as intently so she tends to use feet to get that feel. It’s well known she can conjure not only plants from her hands, but also pollen and even enlarged plant spines which can give her natural weaponry at a moment’s notice.
In an extreme state, when injured then the plants act subconsciously to aid her in keeping her alive. This can vary depending on the type of injury and how bad it is; this is reflected in the state the recovery teams find her in.
Bad injuries result on a complete concealment and full dependency on a tree-based life support. Her body is still shown through the bark to allow for recovery but entirely encased under a wooden and sap shell. Her body is at a deep hibernation state and injures do not increase and otherwise in a stasis state but biological needs of oxygen are delivered through the tree’s system. She cannot be easily moved like this, so treatments would have to be on-site.
Other Injuries less extreme but still crippling can result in a lesser version of a plant support. Moss is the typical go-to in that state; growing over her body and clothes; protheses untouched typically but it leaves her in a much more docile and vulnerable state to conserve energy. She can be picked up and moved in this state for treatment. If need be, she can induce a complete concealment if rescue isn’t possible for a while.
Both states do have defence mechanisms. most cases any attempts to break through the outer casing, sap is the next barrier that’s quick to fill the breaks of a casing, spines and thorns would erupt across moss. Typically another Isabela would get into this fine to help move the plant matter and aid treatment. The mechanisms were in self-preservation, in the event animals were attracted to the smell of blood
Decay first use this after her accident in attempting to leave. With her armed pinned and broken, unable to escape, moss grew along her back in the patch of light which helped keep her alive until Pariah and Wanderer recovered her; the damage to her arm couldn’t be saved given how long her arm was trapped and amputation was the only viable option.
Decay didn’t go into full concealment until after she lost her other arm, unable to stem the bleeding herself, her body took care of it and encased her for the first time until she was located and treated. When she also took the blade to her throat; a catastrophic injury but this method kept her alive until the Watcher Julieta and Watcher Isabela were able to find a way to treat her as the injury wasn’t simple; they weren’t on the clock as they would have been while she’s like that but recovery would take a while before they’d install her new vocal implants.
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Pariah AU | Tampering consequences P1
Agustín could feel something was wrong as he watched Pariah continue to lift her weights in her bench pressing part of the routine, her spotter was Watcher Luisa so he didn’t have to worry if Pariah’s arm glitched and gave under the weight. She was in good hands.
But the feeling of something being off wasn’t going away and he hated how his eyes were drawn to Pariah as the cause.
He wanted to talk to Hallow about his concerns but she had gone to see Dweller Bruno and his wards and Watcher Mirabel was all too happy to go with her. He had heard something of a ‘laser tag’ and ‘dripstone’ so he assumed someone was going to come back impaled and laughing.
Pariah’s behaviour seemed normal, but there was something off in everything she was doing, an emotional distance as she worked. Watcher Luisa stood closer than normal, which gave him a sign that she had noticed something was off but they had no reason to stop Pariah’s routine.
Stray’s head turned as he heard a couple of the trainees talking, nothing important but their voices were hushed loudly and clearly in disagreement over a girl but he only watched as Pariah’s lift paused abruptly before a hazy look crossed over her features.
The typical back red-lighting in her prosthetic eye flashed warningly before suddenly, it turned blue and the weight she held dropped as the prosthetic shut down.
“Luisa!!”
Stray jumped forwards and Watcher Luisa was quick to grasp the weight like it was a tooth pick and tossed it away. “Clear the room. Now!” She demanded, and there was a jolt but compliance as the variants hurried from their stations; a few seemly annoyed but Stray didn’t pay them any heed as he kept his focus on Pariah.
“Pariah?” He knelt to her though she looked his way, her gaze was vacant and hazy, the blue flickering very quickly which showed the episode she was going through was not over.
“Watcher, can you get me an Gel-pack and active it?” He asked, pulling Pariah to sit up.
Watcher didn’t have to go far to get an ice-kit and an active it; the gel turning stiff and cold that almost steamed as she handed it over. Stray pressed it into pariah’s hand, pressing his boot to her real foot to keep her from standing as he saw her shift. With her leg shut down; she wasn’t going to go anywhere and he had to secure her; keep her from wandering or trying to carry on with her weights.
“What’s the ice for?” Watcher Luisa asked, kneeling at her other side but waiting on his word for further instructions.
“It’s a grounding method for her. Sooner or later the cold’s going to pull her back to her body more than my voice” Stray spoke, “It’s a consistent one for Pariah that works and brings her back sooner. She’ll be confused and drowsy once the episode is over.”
“When was the last time she had one?”
“Years ago. She’s not supposed to get them.” They hadn’t invested into a method that worked for it to suddenly fail. Pariah’s behaviour hadn’t been sudden, the last few days she was more on edge and anxious but today, it was enough reason for him to authorise a check-up of her cerebral implant. Maybe it was time for a replacement… but if there was a problem there should have been a flag up in the last reset.
He pondered this situation for a moment as she wasn’t breaking out of this yet… but untimely he came to a quick conclusion.
“Watcher Luisa, can you help me get her to her room?” Stray asked. “We need to keep her secured and… she’ll want more privacy.”
“Of course.” Luisa bent down, picking Pariah up by the middle like a rag doll.
Stray was thrown off quite abruptly as Watcher Luisa blinked out of existence with a flash of blue light with Pariah before he remembered that all Watcher Madrigals were equipped with teleportation.
“You could have brought me along too..” He muttered to himself, collecting up their things, setting the weights back and hurried away.
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“She broke out of her episode a few hours ago. She’s confined to her room until we can determine a cause. So far she’s been sleeping and not complaining about it so she’s aware that there’s a problem.” Watcher Julieta spoke. “Her prosthetics shut down as expected so she didn’t wander so I’m happy to know that function works. Tek, I’ve got her data here but I need your expertise.”
Stray sat with both Tek and Watcher Alma at the table as Watcher Julieta handed over her tablet to Tek.
Tek Felix set the tablet down, scrolling through the data for a moment. “Is this all the data from the implant?”
“Yes. I authorised a complete download and reset the implant.”
Tek nodded. “I see.”
“What triggered her episode?” Watcher Alma asked. “Was she pushing herself too hard?”
“No. It’s her usual workout and physical therapy routine.” Stray spoke, his fingers drumming softly over the wooden table.. “She’s done it every morning when not on mission and no problems.”
“But?” Watcher Alma asked, “I can hear the missing notes, Stray.”
Stray sighed softly but didn’t expect less. “She’s been off… the last couple of days. Behaviour wise. Small things mostly. This morning…she was less focused. Clumsy.”
“Hm, I’d say. Her brain activity show’s a lot of drops and peaks in her Theta brain waves over the last week. “ Tek mused, “ but she didn’t pass the threshold until Theta and Delta brainwaves shifted abruptly, here and here show the start of her dissociative state.” He circled over the subtle change of patterns on screen. “The implant is meant to resonate with the change with it’s own frequencies bands to counteract the brain’s activity before it gets too bad for the implant to interact. It should have worked.”
“Yet it didn’t.” Watcher Alma spoke. “Is it possible her brain simply adapted?”
Tek shook his head. “I applicate your faith in my tech, Watcher but this… I can only assume was a hardware failure. I need to remove the implant and install a new one. I can see what went wrong after that. I have been redesigning the next implant to be more advanced.”
“I can get a suit prepped within the next two hours.” Watcher Julieta spoke. “Can you be ready for that?”
Tek nodded, wrinkling his nose. “You know, I hate blood.”
“Yet you install technology in brains, bodies and on limb stumps.” Watcher Julieta quipped with a raised eyebrow.
“True. I’m also just not used to installing a lot onto one person.”
Stray snorted softly but it was a little number on the corner of the screen that pulled his attention more than Tek and Watcher Julieta’s quips as they debated the method of operation as they rose to their feet. He pulled the tablet to face him.
“Look.” Stray circled it over. “Implant efficiency has been reduced down by 51%”
“What? Why?!” Felix whined before he sat down properly again. “No, this… isn’t right. It should be 100%, reduction of efficiently are there as…means of a safe implant redraw.”
“A fail-safe?” Watcher Alma asked.
“The brain can heal naturally, or with therapy. It… needs a turn down option for a permanent removal. It’ll cause neuroleptic shock if it’s abrupt and long term without soft withdraw.”
“Not even if you replace it? Wouldn’t that cause damage?
“A replacement isn’t left too long so the brain wouldn’t get too shocked about its loss before it’s replaced. A minute, if anything but I’d always tide the time with an external stimulant with mimicking behaviours so minimise risk.” Tek answered.
Stray let out a heavy sigh.
“How did it lose efficiency?” Watcher Alma asked, “A hardware fault.”
“I’m checking….” Tek lent forwards, “Were you aware that Pariah has no access to the implants without permission?”
“I did,” Stray spoke.
“No, but I suspected she’d have little control with it.” Watcher Alma spoke.
Watcher Julieta just nodded, “Only few people know how to access it. Me, you,” Nodding to Tek, “And Stray.”
Eyes turned towards him, question in their gaze but he found himself frowning. “Rana knows as well.” He pointed out. “I’d never tamper with her implants especially the ones as important as these.”
“That I can agree but that really narrows down the suspects to just Rana…. Why would she tamper with her mother’s technology? The girl’s an engineer and loves technology.” Tek scoffed, “Let me sort through the data and get you times and dates of tampering, Okay? Then we can look at what we were doing and go from there.”
“Agreed.” Watcher Alma spoke, “Watcher Julieta, get the operating room prepped and ready. I’ll get Watcher Mirabel to get Pariah’s hair cut and ready—“
“Wait, can’t we just turn the implant back up again?” Stray interjected softly.
“No…well theoretically, yes but… with the new one I can install safeguarding against unauthorised tampering.”
“I see.” So it was just as simple as that. Stray could appreciate the man’s protectives over the technology but it would have been nice to spare Pariah having to grow her hair out again.
“I’ll go find Rana. If you’ve got a confirmation it’s her, then I’ll bring her here and we can question her.”
“Good. See to it.”
With that, Watcher Alma rose to her feet and brushed from the room.
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Pariah AU | Cerebral Implant
After her eye replacement, Pariah's dissociative states and depression increased by a small percentage that did affect her working with the Watcher AU, the trauma more specifically affected her so Pariah asked Tek Felix to devise a way to monitor and suppress any episodes with a cerebral implant. Her depression and other mental concerns are treated with counselling and medication.
This was approved by Watcher Alma and an implant was installed into her parietal lobe with an extension of access through the back of the neck. It reads not only her brain function but also bio-fictions of her body and has huge memory storage despite its small size. Once every few months, the implant data is emptied onto a new device and wiped fresh for new readings.
When an episode is overwhelming to the point that the implant cannot function, it turns off Pariah's prosthetics to render her immobile and her prothetic eye to flash blue until noticed, even after the episode is over; it prioritieses data gathering when it's overworked to ensure data of the episode than suppression. Data gathering would help indicate triggers and length.
By Pariah Julieta's request, only Watcher Julieta, Stray Agustin and Rana know how to make adjustments, aside from Tek who developed it. Pariah herself also doesn't have access without permission of Stray or a medical professional, as that keeps her safe from herself, if there is a malfunction. Any and all access to the device is monitored, but only Stray and Watcher are aware of this.
Stray was given Pariah's permission to oversee drastic medical concerns in the event she herself cannot make a safe and rational decision for herself. While Rana is classed as next of kin by default, Stray is an adult and more aware of Pariah's medical history, he had a stronger input on her needs.
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Pariah AU | Tampering consequences P2
“Rana, What did you do?” Stray asked carefully as he sat down in front of the kitchen table. Beside him, Wacher Julieta was examining Pairah's results and making notes.
Rana looked away despite her chin being held high. “Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me, Rana.” Stray’s tone was sharp. “Only three people other than Tek knows how to alter your mother’s cerebral implants. Me, You and Watcher Julieta.”
Rana swallowed softly, “Wanderer knows.”
“I don’t doubt she knows about them and how to make sure head trauma doesn’t knock them out of place but she sure as hell doesn’t know how to lower the effectiveness of the devices that smoothly.” Stray pressed, “You know, given Pariah’s condition, she’s not allowed to change the output without a mine or medical professional's consent when in active duty. Each device installed has a monitor in case of tampering so we know that once a week at 3 am, for the last 7 months her implants have been reduced by a fraction. It’s decreased to the point of being ineffective. Tek needs to remove the implant and reinstall a new one once her physical check-up and bio screens are done. So, Tell me what you did and why.”
Rana swallowed thickly, her glaze flickering down to her hands nervously. “I…” She heisted, “I didn’t do it to hurt her.”
“Then why? Your mother needs her implant supports just as much as her medication. It keeps her mentally balanced and healthy.”
“It makes her dependant.” Rana quipped abruptly, her hands clenching onto her knees. “Her brain is rigged onto drugs and technology. The human brain isn’t supposed to have that dependency.”
“You thought turning down her implants was the solve here?” Stray raised his eyebrow at what he was hearing. “You’re a…engineer. You’ve never shown any distaste of your mother’s implants, when did this start?”
Rana looked away, lip quivering a moment.
“Rana, did someone say something to you?” Watcher Julieta asked this time, in a softer kinder voice. “Shame you or…your mother to your face or behind your back?”
“Some…girls from District E23-4…they think a Julieta…shouldn’t be filled with metal and dosed to kingdom come just to be a functional human being. A Julieta’s not meant to be a soldier.” Her voice welled up. “They didn’t think…I was her daughter because…they don’t think she’s human enough to have me…I know I came out of a tank so…”
Stray closed his eyes, the headache throbbing at his temples but…there was some relief. Rana hadn’t done it maliously but that didn’t excuse her actions. “What did you do?” he asked.
“Nothing drastic. I knew turning it off could cause neuroleptic shock and brain damage, regardless of the Architect’s gift. I was turning it down a few percent at a time for her brain to…adapt.”
“Why three am?”
“It…was the best time to get into her room, she keeps to a consistent sleep schedule. Deepest sleep at that time so less likely to wake up.”
“Did she ever wake up?”
“Once.”
“What did you do?"
Rana looked ashamed. “I froze her.”
“Rana…”
“I know… I panicked reacted, I didn’t do anything to her that night. But…she was still under the effects of interrupted stage 3 sleep; disorientated and she must have drifted off to sleep after before it wore off. She…didn’t seem to remember in the morning…”
“Did you do anything else besides altering her implants?” Watcher Julieta asked, tapping lightly into her tablet. “Her behaviour shouldn’t have spiralled that quickly, even with her implant suppressions being wavered.”
Rana looked even more uncomfortable but carried on
“I mixed her daily medication with placebo tablets.”
“Less efficient Meds, less effective implants. No wonder.” Watcher Julieta spoke, “I’ll get a blood sample and see what’s left in her system. I’ll need to get her on a new course of medication.”
“She was off her meds long before I touched the implants.” Rana interjected. “The placebo worked.”
Watcher Julieta sighed out softly, pausing before she turned to address the 15 year old, “until she finds out she was taking inactive drugs. Her brain can be tricked, yes. But long-term speaking, it’s only affective as the illusion. The implant is supportive of some of her needs that can’t be tricked so simply. Taking her off the meds is one thing, but the implants are there to stay until she’s reached the crucial parts of her counselling that enable her recover. Now is not that time.”
With that, Watcher Julieta got to her feet then disappeared off before Watcher Alma came in, her face stern and heavy and Stray didn’t doubt the woman knew everything.
“I was informed of what happened.”
“What’s protocol with this?” Stray asked, pulling his glasses off for a moment to clean to get rid of the nervous sweat at his alternate daughter’s admission.
Watcher Alma held a small tablet in hand, the screen flickering in before she took Watcher Julieta’s former seat and
“Removal from active duty and withdrawal from current training programs for a punishment to be set. Now, in most cased the suspension protocol is confined to their World of origin for a set period of time if the world is still active and available.”
Stray frowned in concern as he realised what thread Watcher was pulling. “Rana was born here in Casita. Twice.”
“Yes, but she was conceived in the Pariah’s AU. That’s her World of origin. If you and Pariah had a baby then that’s a different story.”
“No.” Rana argued, jumping to her feet “Mama doesn’t go back, I can’t go back there. Everyone thinks she’s dead and I… I can’t just show up there!”
Watcher Alma frowned at her tensely. “Pariah’s world is of standard size, you don’t have to wind up in the Encanto to serve your suspension.”
“There’s nowhere to go! I can’t live in the woods alone.”
“You can have a friend with you for company, if they’re willing.”
Rana spluttered speechless for a moment before she took her head, “But… what if they find me? Mama doesn’t want to be known, only two years have passed… I’m 15 years old! How can I explain that without violating interference protocols?”
“Given the…unique nature of the Pariah situation, I actually do believe contamination is a necessity.”
“What?” Stray questioned this time, “Pariah is…terrified in going back. She won’t go.” The architects only knew how pariah would take learning that.
“I know, but her mental health will require her to face her past. Either way, her world’s going to be contaminated so perhaps this is a method to…break it to the family first.”
“You’re using me as an opportunity?!” Rana seethed, her eyes flashing warningly behind her glasses.
“Yes.” Watcher Alma spoke. “Pariah’s statements herself show her family weren’t the initial trigger for her dissociative state on the day she went missing from Encanto. The family is dysfunctional, not abusive and there is a difference. Now, given its post-casita’s collapse, there’s no risk to the house and given it’s been only a few years their time, it’s a period of time where they’ll be…more receptive of Pariah’s return. Leave it too long, the changes of emotional rejections are still possible, too short and the mess of her initial disappearance isn’t going to clear up.”
“What of the town?”
“We can send in a data-drone, get an Universal read of the next 48 hours. We still have Pariah’s old clothes, aside from the apron.”
“Dios Mios….” Rana slumped back into her chair. “You’re punishing me by telling her family she’s…alive?”
“Your family.” Stray corrected.
“I won’t make any sense to them! I should have been born over a year ago in their time. I’m fifteen, almost sixteen and I really think they’re gonna have questions.”
“Magic?” Stray suggested dryly.
Rana twitched for her boot with a longing look to throw it at him before her arms crossed over her chest.
“Mama’s gonna be furious at you.”
“I’ve had worse threats from gods than her.” Watcher Alma spoke, “She’s been putting this off for 15 years… and we’ve humoured her for far too long.”
Rana slumped back into her seat, “Why is Mami being punished too? I don’t want to go to that world. It’s…not home. It’s old and primitive and how can they accept us when they’re the reasons we were gone in the first place. I lost my twin brother because of them. They robbed me of him with how they treated her. What they pushed her into.”
Stray inhaled softly, letting his hand come to her shoulder though she pulled away, sniffling a little but the tears dripping down showed enough of the girl’s grief, even as she angrily tried to wipe them away.
“Mami didn’t deserve that…”
Stray pulled her softly into him, her arms wrapping around him, the rim of her glasses digging in. “I know it sounds harsh but suspension is still a punishment you have to face for your actions against your mother. Your case will still be reviewed and how much damage was caused. Now, you know that it won’t be forever. You won’t outlive your life there.”
“By why that AU?! Why native worlds? Can’t you just lock me in my room?” Her question wasn’t directed to him, but past him to Watcher Alma.
“It’s our version of house arrest.” Watcher Alma spoke. “I know it seems cruel to you given you weren’t raised there but traveling the multiverse is a tremendous responsibly and in some cases, a luxury. You’ve lived your life with so many options and places to go. One world, one way of life and very little options; a fitting punishment for you to reflect on your actions. You’re not a prisoner and this Casita is far too large for you to be contained under house-arrest here.”
Rana’s shoulder’s sagged. “Do I still have to go to the Encanto?”
“No, but the chances of being found are 75%. Drop-off points are honed towards Encanto’s magic and unlikely to be too far.” Stray pointed out. “But, suspension also means your technology isn’t going to be allowed. No Watcher-brand mobile phones, or tablets.”
Rana groaned again. “Everything I have is on my phone!”
“We can make hard copies of photographs and such. You’ll still have those things.” Stray assured tightly. “Taking foreign technology to dated or more primitive AUs is prohibited without consent of the watchers.”
Rana just groaned again into his side but pulled back after a moment, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. “When do I go?”
“Three days. Enough to get your things prepped and ready.”
You know, I really should do p1 first but... this got stuck in my head first so here it is!! I'll get to P1 at some point but enjoy p2 in the meantime. sorry for the spoils tho. Tho I did think it's a good way to get the return addressed. What do you think?
#encanto au#encanto#julieta madrigal#pariah julieta#mirabel madrigal#agustín madrigal#agustin madrigal#watcher au#watcher julieta#pariah au#drabble#stray agustín#wanderer au#wanderer mirabel#la familia madrigal#verana madrigal#pariah verana#referenced miscarriage tw#alma madrigal
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Stray AU | Scar chart
Scars are a cultural aspect of the Watcher AU, scars are seen in a positive light than something to be ashamed of. In some part, scars help show the differences between two of the same people. Like Stray Agustin and Watcher Agustin; you can tell straight away who is who.
The only time scars tend to be covered is when on undercover missions. A magical gel is paces over the scars to blend the scars away so no one can see the scars and remember them. Mostly the gel can wash off so it’s not permeant.
Of coruse, if you’re injured you can request a scarless-heal or scar removals later down the lines for those that want it. Children and minors have to get parent or guardian permission for the latter.
Some people keep scars for a valid reason; a lesson for themselves or for someone else.
Agustin
Agustin’s scars are almost entirely the scars left by the jaguar attack from when it pounced onto his front. Down the left side of his face, right side of his chest and down his right arm to his wrist. Puncture scars down this thighs from the jaguar’s back legs.
In the watcher AU, he does have some scars from his mission an surgical scar here and there. Nothing too extreme.
Dolores
Dolores’s scars are also mostly the jaguar scars as well but are more more spread out in her struggles to attempt to escape the Jaguar. She was left half-blind as the damage to her eye was too extreme so she was fitted with a prosthetic growing up.
She’s had few accidents here and there but the other two major scars are for medical reasons.
When she was 7, her appendix burst so she had to have emergency surgery to have it removed. She opted to keep the scar afterwards because she saw the scars as something to mark her survival.
Her second child, Fabian had to be born via a c-section after a mild complication in labour. Halfway out, Fabian was pouting about his birth which was comical for everyone, much like how her daughter’s natural birth 5 years prior, the baby had been asleep through it and didn’t cry until Watcher Julieta pinched her heels to wake her.
#encanto#encanto au#stray au#dolores madrigal#agustín madrigal#agustin madrigal#stray agustin#stray dolores#julieta madrigal#watcher julieta
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