Chapter 1: La revachov
Chapter Text
Shivers: In an office on the outskirts of Tokyo, you slowly raise yourself awake, a pungent smell bringing you back to the realm of the living. This makes an already long day of work even longer.
Electrochemistry: you instinctively reach out for a small purple package inside your overcoat, the berry-flavored cough drop making the putrid smell slightly more bearable.
Volition: We should do some reality testing, you know, like we should. You have been working yourself to death for the last few days on this particular case.
First things first. Do you remember why you are here?
"Yeah, the missing kid case... I guess I disassociated again."
Endurance: No. fell asleep—What normally happens when you don't sleep for 3 days straight?
Dumbass.
“Those are not mutually exclusive, especially if I am talking to you again.”
Volition: The price to pay for neglecting yourself, Joseph. Get your sh*t together; we have work to do.
Esprit de Corps: Let's go over the facts of this case.
On January 24, 2014, Subaru Natsuki, age 17, was last seen during a light shopping trip at 8:40 p.m. outside of the “Out Off” shopping store by 26-year-old Sadao Maou, a person of interest in another unrelated case, and despite the tampering with the video of the store, With his cooperation with authorities, multiple witnesses that came forward, and an airtight alibi, he was ruled out as a suspect; his parents were never under suspicion by authorities; and despite a two-week search party, the case went cold for three years.
That is, until 3 days ago from today's date, October 31st, 2017.
His parents began receiving multiple text messages over a short period of time, which led them to contact the authorities.
By chance, we were on vacation when they arrived and were at the station for unrelated reasons.
As a professional courtesy, we volunteered on this case due to our expertise with cold cases relating to electronic child crimes.
We managed to get backups of their parents' phones, as well as a preliminary interview with Naoko and Kenichi Natsuki and a victim profile based on both their answers and the information gathered from his belongings and room.
Suicide, runaway, and CGI expertise were ruled out.
Inland Empire: A problem given what we discovered on the phone.
Esprit de Corps: The metadata’s genuine; there are no obvious signs of photo editing, and none of his known associates are skilled in puppetry.
“And by his own account, he was kidnapped to a place called Lugunica.”
Encyclopaedia: The root word ‘luguna’ sounds like a Grimm's law corruption for the world, laguna. Though you struggled to see the meaning behind a place in a body of water at this time,
Shivers: You know deep down that's important, but you are not sure as to why.
“Right…. I fell asleep trying to contact some set designers to see what type of resources it would take to fake something like the photos.”
Logic: Resources are likely unavailable for a 17-year-old runaway.
The man began to rummage through his desk and take a closer look at the picture he had printed out.
Visual calculus: A 19-year-old Japanese boy, in a park of sorts, surrounds infrastructure displaying a European-style city.
Surrounding him are several sleeping children .
The photo caption read, “Wish you were here.”
Espírit de Corps: You already ran the children's faces through facial recognition; no hits. No reports for missing child cases; no social media presence; nothing.
Visual calculus: Mr. Natsuki seemed to be growing “healthier”, physically speaking.
No, that's a lie.
He seemed to be more athletic than before, gaining muscle mass, a feat that should tell you a lot about his would-be captors.
But that is not what concerns you.
Empathy: His hands, his eyes.
Half-Light: YOU ARE GOING TO FUCKING SKULL FUCK WHOEVER DID THAT TO HIM.
Visual Calculus: His hands display a strange black pigmentation; are dead cells clumping? You are not that type of doctor so it should be unwise to diagnose him without a second opinion; that's not the disgusting part.
Empathy: He self-harms; you are not one to judge. Mister Disassociation... his eyes, on the other hand
Half-Light: He scares the sh*t out of you.
Shivers: Those are the eyes of someone intimately familiar with the word loathing.
Empathy: Those are the eyes of someone who would be willing to die for those children.
Volition: That sort of willpower scares you.
Shivers: You get the impression that he would be willing to destroy half the world for these people.
Inland Empire: You have a bad feeling he has done something similar in the past.
Empathy: He has a close relationship with these children. family perhaps?
Conceptualization: Those are your eyes; you and him possess a similar wavelength of insanity.
You should be very careful.
Half Light: YOU SHOULD SHOOT HIM IN THE FUCKING THROAT!
Empathy: You should let him rest his eyes.
Endurance: What is that disgusting smell?
Inland Empire: This is sacred and terrible air. The smell of an abusive relationship, a marriage that ended tragically too soon and the disaster of trying to fix the heartbreak afterwards
Volition: Despite the putrid aroma, there's an odd comfort in the smell; it's never too late to patch things up. To talk, to kiss, to apologise
Authority: You seem to be the only one who noticed the smell here, and you are a guest in this precinct.
Social conversation dictates that you should treat this place better than your own home.
"Yeah, I know. I'm going to. It's not like I’m making any headway with this kid. The metadata ended up"
The man said he was getting up from his chair, ready to refill his coffee. In the lobby, he saw the person he was looking for.
Composure: It takes every ounce of willpower you possess to not reach out for your gun; those eyes are even more terrifying in person.
Conceptualization: If it wasn't for the colour, you and him would have the exact same eyes.
Don't take off your glasses; we don't know how he would react.
Melpomene: It would be so easy; let me out of my holster and quickly shoot him between his spinal cord and jugular artery.
His death would be instant and painless
Let the sinner rest at last.
Let him be with his lover one final time.
The man shook his head.
Empathy: There is no reason to be violent; this man is just a teenager, and by the looks of it, he has recovered from CPTSD.
Logic: it bothers me that he arrived just as we were starting to look into him… it's too suspicious.
Rhetoric: Well, it's too early to focus on that crap. You look like an idiot; say something.
“What a wonderful coincidence!” The man said as he looked at the young man, with a hint of a Kyoto accent.
His round blue-tinted sunglasses hide his eyes from him.
“Mr. Natsuki, correct? I am Dr. Joseph Belladonna. Are you comfortable? Please forgive me if I appear odd It's rare for a missing person to show up on your doorstep so you can understand if I am a bit more excited than normal… you should consider yourself lucky.”
He smiles at him, patting his back, slowly leading him. towards an interrogation room, a laptop, and some files on hand.
The knight is no longer wearing a cardboard box or his part of the pendant.
His demeanor does not allow him to get a single word out; controlling the flow of information is paramount in these types of cases.
Composure: Good recovery. Try and get him to talk; he likely had a very stressful time.
Visual Calculus: You notice some bite marks on his shoulder, too shallow to be genuine injuries, some dry, some wet with what you assume to be saliva. Based on the size, likely from a child.
Perception: His hands have healed scars. Small punctures were consistent with needles, and his clothing was masterfully decorated with embroidery. The scarf around his neck is hand-made.
Volition: You were right; they are family.
Perception: the smell comes from him. It's not consistent with poor hygiene; he smells like a mixture of methanol, methamphetamine, necrotic damage, mayonnaise, and blood.
There's also a hint of roses and baked potatoes thrown in there.
Old books, glue, and fabric... And an animal you can't place—those smells aren't his.
Visual Calculus: He doesn't display the symptoms of methamphetamine abuse; the smell comes from somewhere else.
Volition: It concerns me that you know these smells from memory.
"We should go somewhere more private, Mr. Natsuki." "I understand if this is difficult to discuss, so please accept my apologies if this is the most private room in the station."
The two were in a well-lit interview room.
The standard mirror, and even though Subaru was not in handcuffs, the 30-year-old handed him a cup of hot chocolate at the table.
“First things first, I apologize if my Japanese is a little spotty. I was originally in the country as a tourist and didn't expect to work on a case this month. Sorry if I've been rambling; I’m just glad that you are alive.”
The man smiled at the knight and opened his ledger, looking for a few documents, then handed him a pen and a correction to his death record.
"So, Mr. Natsuki, have you had the opportunity to talk to your family? They seemed to be lovely people, and they were very relieved to know that you were alive.”
Composure: you speak with a hint of jealousy in your tone but thankfully not enough for him to notice.
Pain threshold: your old scars ache for reasons you can't recall.
Volition: Don't even bother trying to remember; she can't hurt you anymore.
"I haven't had the opportunity... I just returned to Japan today, and I wouldn't know what to say, not to mention,”
Empathy: He is scared of hurting them further.
Espírit De Corps: It's not just how you even begin to explain what happened to him... It's pretty obvious that he didn't come here on his own.
Well, Mr. Natsuki, you are safe now. Can you tell me about your kidnapper?”
Perception: His face twists in terror.
You could have sworn he had a mini-heart attack. It would be wise to steer clear of the subject at this time.
Spinal cord: We reach out to his hand and unwillingly give him a pat on the shoulders.
Empathy: It's his story, which he is allowed to tell whenever he is ready.
“I understand, Mr. Natsuki. You are entitled to not answer any questions but please keep in mind that..."
Half-Light: Wait, shut the fuck up.
Shivers: You feel like you should not mention the record. You don't know why. But you shouldn't.
Inner Joseph: “Why not anything more specific?”
Inland Empire: If you point out that the recordings are important, someone might notice that the recordings are important.
"My apologies, Mr. Natsuki. I spaced out for a moment there. As I was saying before, you are not entitled to answer any questions. However, it may prove beneficial to do so in order to bring you closure.”
The investigator opened his ledger, showing him a Polaroid.
“Interesting. Cute kids, I'll admit. Yet not many people would adopt children, especially at your age. You had no reason to lie about this to your parents. I won't elaborate on this, but let's just say that I can tell at a glance that you are a good father. Be proud of that.”
Empathy: That legitimately caught him by surprise. This bothers you more than it should. He is legitimately not used to compliments. An early sign of CPTSD. This man needs your help. Stop thinking of ways to kill him. Otherwise, you'll regret it.
Shivers: Elsewhere in a crowded theater, you feel like someone is judging your every action.
Your observations impress them; they know you are on his side and glad about it. Your madness frightens them but... well, you will find that out soon enough. Don't ask him if he is a virgin.
-Volition check failed. Legendary failure:
“Anyway, it's fine that you wanted to adopt. I can respect you wanting to wait until after marriage to have sex.”
Volition: God fucking damn it, Joseph.
Inland Empire: Elsewhere in a crowded theater, you swear that there is mocking laughter... You are strangely okay with that, despite the strange implications of it all.
Drama: We need to give them a good show, don't we?
The teenager cringed at his bad luck, and the investigator gave him a sympathetic, Reinhard-like smile. His dating life was admittedly better than the knight’s but he “got it.”
Pain threshold: a feeling of disgust creeps up on your palate...
-Volition: Legendary Success -
Volition: What the hell are you rambling on about? Don't try to remember shit that doesn't matter; you need to get out of this pity party and help him out.
"Sorry, sorry, religious family... I get it, man. What's the story behind them? I don't have to tell you that I took the liberty of reading your text. Sorry about that.”
The detective pointed out each person in the Polaroid.
“Beatrice.”
Shivers: Someone who pulled him out of hell.
A sister, daughter, and contractor.
A member of his family.
“Spica.”
Authority: The power of forgiveness laid down for all to see.
A testament to the mind-breaking willpower needed to exert it.
“Garfiel.”
Espírit De Corps: His half-brother. A future knight whose name can best be described as a sanctuary.
“Petra.”
Electrochemistry: A companionship worthy of the greediest man in Japan.
“And Meili.”
Empathy: the smile of someone who has long forgotten their training.
“Did I get all of their names? Yeah, right?”
Yeah, about that… I’m… a bit embarrassed about it but, well, we were finally able to get back to Japan. I did not even think about my living status. It's just that... Well, it's Halloween and... I need help with...
-”Oh no”
Logic: You don't even have to hear what he is trying to say. He’s in a police precinct because someone got arrested and he was trying to make bail.
=Medium failure:composure=
Composure: Your body betrays your intentions of remaining professional, and you begin to laugh. Your gloved hand is in your mouth.
The mental image of a teenage single father trying to pick up his kids from Jubie instead of, say, visiting family or talking to a doctor and a lawyer to let the world know that he is safe and sound is just too much for your sleep-deprived ass to not laugh.
The poor man agreed and placed his hands to cover his face. His adopted children did not make the best first impressions of the Japanese government.
=Hand-Eye Coordination: Legendary Success=
Hand-Eye Coordination: Without him noticing, you successfully use your phone under the table. to text the American embassy to come With the Japanese government agents and some reporters so they can listening in on this conversation, you can already tell that this is more important than some missing child cases. You are not sure of the exact scope of the case but his hands alone should be good enough to warrant bringing more attention to this young man.
-“Sorry sorry, I know that I shouldn't have laughed at that. I'm being unprofessional… why don't we start from the beginning, where you have been staying for these last 3 years?”
"Ok then… First things first, do you know if it's illegal to use magic without a license ?”
I'm sorry, what?”
"What I am about to tell you won't make any sense to anyone if I don't show you first. Just don't freak out.”
The glass of chocolate begins to levitate towards his mouth as if it were an invisible third arm of his, secretly moving along like it's nothing.
Well, not nothing; his face twitched in pain a little.
This particular skill was very painful to use.
And of course, the detective caught it all on the interview room cameras.
Inland Empire: Now you understand why you were so frightened of him in the first place.
Pain threshold: You are standing in the presence of the sin archbishop of envy
Authority: The Archduke of Vollachia, Mastermind, and General of the Pleiades battalion against the 3rd great calamity.
Half Light: The killer of two great beasts and the subjugator of archbishops.
Espírit de Corps: The knight of Emilia. The Witch of the Frozen Forest of Elior.
Endurance: the Lolimancer and savior of the city, Priscilla
Empathy: the father of Meili Portroute, Beatrice of Greed, Garfield Tinsel,
Rui Arneb, and Shaula of the Watchtower.
Shivers: Nello “Fügel” Flanders.
Envy: A loving husband.
Sloth: A good man.
Greed: A sage.
Volition: Subaru Natsuki.
Chapter 2: Hollow Veil
Summary:
Emilia fucks up her interview.
Notes:
Thanks to ostap bender for editing and proofreading.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
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Spirit de Corps:
You are once again in the precinct in the interrogation room. A young girl with white hair and an elf stands next to you.
You– Good day, miss. I don't believe that I caught your last name.”
Silver Haired girl –“Emilia of the Ellior forest, just Emilia thought I didn't have a last name.”
You–“I don't intend to impose on your cultural traditions but I do have to warn you that Emilia is a very common name here so that could cause problems later down the line.”
Inland Empire: The girl pauses for a brief moment, almost as if mentally thinking. “Oh wow, I bet there are a lot of Emilia's here. I wonder if I get to meet a lot of Subarus." You can almost see her with an ice crown commanding an army of plush Subarus.
Shivers—your mind’s theater explodes in laughter.
Silver Haired girl– “Emilia Natsuki “
Half-light: NO, YOU ARE FUCKING NOT. HE IS NOT READY FOR THAT, YOU STUPID CHILD. WHY DON'T YOU NOTICE THAT HE NEEDS YOUR HELP? YOU RETARD.
Empathy: low-difficulty success
You don't really believe that… the way the two speak about each other makes you think that it's not an if they are going to get married, but a when.
The man gave her a warm, Reinhard-like smile.
You–“I am envious of you, Miss. But why don't we play it safe and say your last name is Ellior? We don't want to rush, Mr. Natsuki; Is that alright with you?”
The man said it with an easy chuckle.
Shivers: Your mind's eye's theatre is bewildered by your inner mind's machinations.
Drama: let them be bewildered!
We are a mystery wrapped around an enigma. We are the beast of Armageddon and the king of the north. And we are doing this interview however we want.
You–“I already spoke to Mr. Natsuki but I thought that you might be interesting to talk to. How do you like the earth so far?”
Silver Haired girl –“It's very big, loud and smelly But the food is good.”
You– “Really? I am glad. If you ever had the chance, you should visit a country called Mexico, particularly a city called Tijuana. The place is pretty violent but I am proud to say that it has very good food.”
Conceptualization: low check failed
You–“I have never been there myself but my step-mother used to work there and learned some good recipes that came from there. I should cook more often.“
Silver Haired girl – “I will make a note of it.”
You– “You are a potential queen of a place called Lugunica, correct? On behalf of the United Nations, I welcome you to the nation of Japan, in an unofficial capacity. I don't have the authority to give you a diplomatic passport but based on all the information provided and subjected to research, I have no reason to doubt that you are telling the truth.”
Silver Haired girl –“What's a passport?”
You–“A diplomat's passport It's a legal document that serves as an identifier and as a ledger that, as a nation’s ruler,lets you have authority to stay in a country.”
The half-elf lit up as he dug towards the puck onesie and retrieved the dragon badge.
Composure—you can't help but chuckle at the sight of the girl carrying her nation's equivalent of a diplomat passport or, more likely, her signal of office in what is an elaborate cat onesie.
You–“It's a cute outfit. Did Mr. Natsuki make it for you?” the detective joked.
Silver Haired girl –“Yep!” the half-elf beamed proudly as she handed him her badge of office.
Shivers: Your demeanour immediately changes as you hold the object in your hand. It possesses real weight. forged and passed down by those who serve under the great dragon authority.
Authority: the creature that built this has gone senile a long time ago but the power of the covenant is still there. You feel it in your hand. In your hair. In your soul.
Shivers: The craftsmanship of the sage.
The strength of the dragon
The gems of the merchant
And the compassion of the witch that made it all possible, all displayed in your hand.
The man quickly coughed and returned the item.
You–“I gotta admit, Miss Elior, your Japanese is magnificent. It took me years to be able to speak at this level Did Mr. Natsuki teach you? If so, colour me impressed.”
Silver Haired girl –“What do you mean this is just my normal language?”
You–[Speaking English: “is that so, interesting?]
Silver Haired girl –[Speaking English, “Yep this is just the most common language in lugunica.”]
You –[Speaking Swiss French]
“No offense. But I am assuming that there is nothing weird with your voice, right?”
Silver Haired girl –[Speaking Swiss French]
“MY SINGING VOICE ISNT THAT BAD.”
L'héritage de votre père: Holy sh*t. holy shit. The language auto-Translates
Spirit de Corps: That's bound to make communication far easier.
Greed: with an entire population that is capable of speaking every earth language and understanding every earth language, tourists for this place are going to go off the scales.
We NEED to get them on our side diplomatically.
Pride: can you imagine the literature in this world?
It's bound to be amazing.
Half Light: WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU PEOPLE?
+++Reaction Speed check: small Success +++
You–"Nonsense, Miss Elior I was just amusing myself with your dialect. your voice is pretty alright.
The half-elf pouted.
+++Rhetoric check: Small Success +++
You–“You are a half-elf, correct?
It's a little jarring. Earth-based literature is filled to the brim with elves that embody grace and elegance. You are basically looking like a teenager by earth standards but objectively speaking, you are pretty attractive by conventional standards on earth.” the man winked.
“Let me know if your mother is single.”
Conceptualization check: Legendary failure +++
Conceptualization: You no longer remember that person.
You know you will need to buy children's toys at some point. You know you have expensive wine in your attic when you celebrate the CEO's work on a diamond industry merger and your role in convincing them to switch to lab-grown diamonds.
You are aware that at some point you learned about high fashion and the distinction between non-liquid assets and immaterial goods.
And at some point, someone who did not want to hurt you taught you how to give a hug in the middle of the night without using your body or treating it as a transaction.
You can not remember who you learned this from right now.
++++Empathy check: low difficulty success +++ Besides that. You also know they are doing well without you.
There is still a strong friendship there. It is just that you got sick, and they had other people relying on them.
If you could remember... I am sure you would text them and apologise for forgetting again, as well as congratulate them on their youngest child entering kindergarten.
Volition: We are just joking about the date, by the way. You can't have healthy relationships right now.
Maybe once you get a better handle on whatever this is but for now, you can't go forcing people to look for you at 3 am because you forgot who you were and ended up in another country as another person because of that. Healthy relationships require you to be able to take care of yourself first and we both know that you are not there right now.
L'héritage de votre père: The elf comment is only true for modern media. Kinfolk was meant to warn young children about the dangers of the wilderness before the industrial revolution.
The half-elf was flaying with embarrassment, redder than a tomato.
++++Reaction Speed. Check Legendary Success +++
She didn't mean it; she is too fast and your body is just that of a human.
Your body hits the wall at an alarming rate. Imagine if she did it on purpose; she could have easily turned your body into gore. this is enough to let you see how freakishly strong she really is
+++Pain threshold. Low-difficulty success +++
Pain threshold: You broke your left leg and several ribs, and your skull and spine are now cracked. The endorphins released by the embarrassed teenager attempting to defend her mother's honour conceal this fact from you—this is not the first time someone broke a bone and caused permanent nerve damage, but it is the first time you do not hold it against them.
Your gremlin-like laugh echoes through the interview room, where the bulletproof glass is cracked behind you.
If it were not for upbringing, you would be very concerned right now.
Silver Haired girl– "I AM VERY SORRY!"
The girl expressed concern as you heard other people and diplomats rush into your room. The girl is now on top of you, with a blue glow emanating from her hands.
Shivers: healing magic. Beyond your comprehension. Your skull fractures are the first to go.
Then there are your ribs.
Bullet wounds and old scars can heal more effectively than before. In addition, some of your neck and lower body nerves have been restored.
You do not even notice your leg popping back into place, much to the horror of the reporters and Tokyo Mayor standing behind you.
The fact that you are standing there laughing as if you have not been splattered by the wall is far more terrifying than the teenager's incredible strength.
Authority: a simple wave of your hand is enough to send them all back to the other room.
The cameras are still intact, and they do not want to be splattered.
You are conducting the interview, not them.
You–"Consider me envious, missing Flanders; your healing process is simply amazing. It would have taken weeks, if not months, to fix that. using our current technology."
Shivers: “why did you call her that?”
Empathy: forget about it and consider medical tourism... Many people will be able to be healed of otherwise bothersome medical conditions.
Perception: The poor girl continues to panic. It is no surprise that Mr. Natsuki was severely injured. Od Laguna is a dangerous place.
Authority– a loud *Snap* could be heard through the entire room as one of your gloves escaped your left hand. The sound of your middle finger hitting your palm as you sit back on the chair allows you to monopolize the poor girl's attention.
Empathy: the poor girl is too distracted to notice your hands being charred white.
Shivers: despite your best attempts to communicate it to your mind’s theater you doubt that you could remember what caused those injuries. Let alone explain it.
Perhaps they were self imposed during a moment of madness, perhaps a casual lab accident given your and you're adopted father's disregard for lab safety.
Perhaps a display of the dangers of cooking with excessive oil.
Perhaps a burn you have yourself as a way to get away from her…
Doesn't matter now you were too young to remember. All it matters now is that you have to take better care of yourself.
Hand eye coordination check medium difficulty: success
Hand eye coordination: as soon as the sound escapes your fingers snap you effortlessly place your hand in your pocket.
You don't need to exurservate her anxiety.
Empathy: Careful. She legitimately hurt you. weren't it for her literal actual magic which I must remind you, you had no way of knowing she had. you would likely need months to recover and be wheelchair bound for far longer. She is perfectly justified in being this anxious. don't you dare attempt to dismiss her feelings.
Volition: no. That's exactly why we should dismiss them.
It's very unlikely she is a skilled diagnostician. So she is unlikely to know how close she came to killing you. Anything else would derail the interview and would be damaging in the long term.
Either way you are too excited to know that magic is real to stop smiling.
Shivers: your mind's theater explodes in indignation.
You don't care, you already forgiven her.
Spirit de Corps: you can't protect her forever. The neoliberalist will see her as a tool to be used. The communist see her as an enemy of the revolution. The fascist see her as a threat to their ethnostate. The religious see her as a witch heralding Armageddon or worse their salvation.
She isn't equipped for the technology or information warfare of the 21 century.
The weapons in this world are the stuff of nightmares where she comes from. And she would not be able to survive a large-scale colonial effort.
If she was alone she would be in serious danger.
Volition: is a good thing she isn't alone isn't it?.
Inland empire: Miss Elior isn't the only witch here.
You can feel her influence. The envy she feels of a world that left her behind.the despair at not being able to protect her lover and the madness that brings.
The witch is here with you. Right now. In this room breathing down your neck, sitting next to you as you examine the girl that stole her face hoping that you are useful to her lover.learning
everything about you.
So far she is impressed.
If she thinks that you can do it you can.
You: –”I can see that my brand of humor is not exactly well received… I didn't actually mean my last comment…and I do have to thank you for healing some old scars.”
Perception:Your smile is interrupted as some paramedics and the chief of the Tokyo precinct knock on the door, seeing you perfectly healthy while the bulletproof glass is cracked behind you and your overcoat is smeared with your blood. You simply give them a small wave to address their concerns.
Everything is fine.
Composure: that coat was a gift from your real mother.
She would have hated seeing it smeared with blood. But she would have hated you getting angry at a teenager over it even more.
You: “excuse me miss Ellior it appears that our little accident has called out the attention of my superiors… don't worry I don't believe that you are a treat to me or anyone else so you should have to wait as we prepare to accommodate for your unique biology”
Silver Haired girl– the poor girl sulks embarrassed at her faux pauw. Her long silver hair hitting the floor with her face glued to the table
Ice started to form around her much to the concern of several reporters.
“I am a terrible person”
———
Synesthésie Cinétique:
You feel the frost of Elior on your burnt skin…it tastes like the food of a kindly preacher and a loving aunt on a summer day picnic.
if she were less benevolent that frost could easily kill you.
Decapitate you where you stand while a giant cat mocks your failures.
You: “I apologize for that… we had a bit of a discussion and they were quite a bit worried for my health.. you pulled quite the number on me”
Rhetoric: your face has a shit eating grin. You still can't get over the fact that you almost died over what amounts to a pretty mediocre “I know your mom joke” this smugness cuts through the tension like an assassins knife being flung through the air.
Volition: whatever it's causing this dissociative episode is starting to concern us.
As soon as you are done with this case you need to make sure that you are not forgetting something important. Again.
It's fine being sick Joseph but this is not part of us… it's too specific for something that we came up with.
Wrath: almost as if something is inside our head.
Pride: almost as if it thinks that it can control us.
The Firefighter- ”nothing that can be done about it for the moment miss Ellior but please keep in mind that this behavior is rather unsightly for a diplomat of your status”
Inner Joseph: oh good William is back……fuck me ….I'm just going to examine things from the back and try to piece things together from here he can front if he wants.
The Firefighter– “Now Miss Ellior I have already forgiven you but please let's not let that happen again. I might be resistant but unlike your knight I am by no means a warrior capable of taking inhumane levels of punishment.
+++Conceptualization checks medium difficulty' failure +++
William L. Smith is just a normal human being who works as a detective. He didn't have anything to do with the Lockheed skunkworks program. He didn't sneak into the Harvard campus to steal and digitize the entire school library to share with impoverished high schoolers.he did not crack ryndagel And he definitely didn't commit assassinations in coordination with the CIA.he is just a normal human Just like you and me.
Encyclopedia- he is what is referred to as a “Rescuer Alter” a split in personality caused by such an extreme level of stress that the individual creates a compartmentalized way of thinking in order to survive their particular stressors.
In this case by masking themselves as a consummate professional devoid of human weakness and fighting any metaphorical fires that pop up
Spirit de Corps: he had the privilege of being a part of you ever since you were 8 years old. Roaming the streets and organizing the little food that you had. Making sure that you were taking care of yourself.
When your father came into your life he gave you the discipline that you needed to take his lessons into your life.
He would never admit it.
But he loves you the same way you love him.
The Firefighter- “Now Miss Ellior
How are you feeling?”
Perception- the entire room is covered in a tin layer of Frost.
Silver Haired girl- “I'm feeling a bit better now…still worried about you.”
The firefighter- “I assure you miss Ellior his is not something that you have to worry about.. occupational hazard as if were.. besides it was an obvious accident. I won't torture you more than already torture yourself let's go back to our questions. Is that alright?
L'héritage de votre père: To calculate the energy required to create a thin layer of ice covering the entirety of a 5x5 square room in 10 seconds, we can use the concept of latent heat of fusion. The latent heat of fusion is the amount of energy required to change a substance from a solid to a liquid at its melting point, and for water, this value is 334,000 joules per kilogram.
First, we need to determine the mass of the ice that needs to be created. The density of ice is approximately 917 kg/m³, and the volume of the room can be calculated as 5 meters (length) x 5 meters (width) x the thickness of the ice layer (let's say 1 cm or 0.01 meters for this calculation you can't tell without touching it). This gives us a volume of 0.25 cubic meters.
Multiplying the volume by the density of ice gives us the mass:
Mass = Volume x Density
Mass = 0.25 m³ x 917 kg/m³
Mass = 229.25 kg
Now that we have the mass of the ice, we can calculate the energy required to change this ice from a solid to a liquid (latent heat of fusion). The energy (E) required is given by the formula:
E = mass x latent heat of fusion
E = 229.25 kg x 334,000 J/kg
E ≈ 76,560,500 joules
So, roughly 76.56 megajoules of energy would be needed to create a thin layer of ice covering the entirety of a 5x5 square room in 10 seconds.
Then again you could be mistaken And the change was not temperature but atmospheric pressure….
Or she somehow lowered the energy levels in the room.
Pride: she is magnificent.
Envy: she is a walking battery.
Logic: she is a walking Gauss law violation. Where the hell did she get that energy? It's not like she ate that much. Even if she had higher metabolism it's not like she be able to do this unless….
Biology…. Her silver hair has higher albedo than the average… is her biology naturally predisposed to higher metabolism than average? It would explain why she can slam you around by accident.
The Firefighter- “ Miss Elior can you explain to me how you created this coat of Frost?”
Silver Haired girl- “oh… Oh no!”
The poor girl tapped his forehead against the interview room table in shame.
The Firefighter- “no need to be embarrassed.. it would be disappointing if my people were to discover that you can help with our ailments for several illnesses and only for you to be too embarrassed to spill the beans don't you think?”
Emilia Elior- “yes!... I think that's true.” The girl stood up and began to do morning calisthenics in the middle of the interview room.
“Victory!” the girl screamed off the top of her lungs.
Spirit de corps: “two guesses where she picked that up from”
Inland Empire: You can feel the air around you shift as she prepares to do... Something?
The girl waves her hands, causing the snow pile to shake in response to her will.
And, as if she were conducting a strange orchestra, the snow begins to carve itself into the effigies of chibi-barus. To make matters worse for your mental health, the little shits begin JoJo posing menacingly at you while the oh-so-familiar pillar men theme plays in your head.
+++Composure medium failure:++++
Logic: what…. What the fuck… what the fuck…. What the fuck.
You– “Lady Elior excuse me for a moment. I believe that I need a moment to compose myself… do you mind if I go to the next interview for a moment and we can continue this session later.”
Silver Haired girl— “oh…. Yes, of course.” The girl said leaving the room…. As the little shits begin following her Ricardo Milos style.
Volition– you turn towards the crack glass. You could have died just now you noticed the figures behind it…. You ignore that fact it's time to interview the candy thieves.
Notes:
The Natsuki sisters are next.
The poor interviewer is about to get his ass kicked by a bunch of little girls.
Fuck AO3 for not letting me keep the colors.
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