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(Odile)

(Well at least they're not dead.)

(After scaring Siffrin and Isabeau half to death and guiding them home, you were off again for your next errand. Gems, you were hoping to relax for a day, but it looks like that wasn't to happen.)

(Ah libraries, where would you be without them.)

(Todays subject, the Monets. A the Inn, you didn't have many resources at your disposal. There were a few books writen by the Monets there, and you could get some information from that. But now that you were in a city with a library? It was time for research.)

(It was a sizeable two story library, with a desk up front with a librarian there. You walked up to them.) "Good afternoon."

"Good after- o-oh-!" (The librarian perked up.)

"Yes, yes, savior of Vaugarde. Please, just call me Odile."

"Oh well, good to meet you Odile! Anything I can help you find?"

"Yes, actually. Do you have books from the Monets? Or better yet, about them?"

"Don't even need to look that up." (The librarian chuckled.) "Historical section, the Monets actually live in Wolworth so they donate copies to the library."

"How kind of them." (You say as convincingly as you could.) "Thank you, but is that all?"

"Well. . ." (The librarian ducked down bellow the counter and came up with a book.) "Feel free to look through the library catalog, might take a while though."

"May I take it with me into the library?"

"Usualy I'd say no, buuuut you saved the country so sure!"

"Ha! Thank you, I'll bring it back in one piece."

(You make your way to the history section; two whole rows there were taken up by the Monets books. You select a few of them to peruse. "The Ychian Forgotten Legends." "Body Craft in Poteria; A history." "Curiosities of the Darkless Throne." All quite dramatic titles. You take the books, and the catalog, to a table.)

(You look at the little bios of the writers, printed at the back. Merlon Monet and Percival Monet. Doesnt say where they're from. Doesn't say who they were. Just that they're a bonded couple traveling the world searching for truth. Gems. . .)

(You could read through the books, but you already read some of their books, it would be wasting time. So what about the catalog? You open it up, looking up by author name; Monets.)

(History books, from all over the world. From the tallest mountain in Tour'bach, to the depths of the Mala'ka reefs. You found books reaching back to four, five years ago before they abruptly stopped. Hmm, usualy writers have some smaller, less ambitious books as their first few publications, but you didn't see any here.)

(Then what was the first book they published? Five years ago, and the only book listing just Perci as the author. And the title, well, it certainly caught your eye.)

("The Monet Family; When ego overtakes devotion.")

(You're sure you would have caught something with such a commedicly obvious title while looking through the Histories. You get up, then, and look through biographys instead. Nothing. You go to the front desk to ask where it could be.)

"By the looks of it, someone checked it out." (The Librarian was looking through book rental records.) "One. . . D.D.W.D."

(A bust. The librarian didn't even remember who this person looked like. Gems alive. . . But, that is a lead. Back to the catalog.)

(Last name, D. Look for last name D, first name D, middle names D.W. . . You had a theory, and. . . If you were right. . . Aha!)

(History section, a handful of booklets, written by "Daniel D.W. De'Worde." Ha, cute. You get up and look for one of the booklets.)

(Daniel D.W. De'Worde. You knew that last name easily, it was William De'Worde. The couragous journalist in the fantasy book "The Truth." Editor for the Ankh-Morpork Times. The spitting image of someone who cares about the truth. Ha!)

(You grabbed one of the booklets and walked back. So, who is this Daniel D, then? Daniel D, DD. . . Who would have some personality similar to William De'Worde, inspire some level of. . . Hmm. . . .)

(You sit down and lean back, closing your eyes. Do the Siffrin thing, breathe in. . . and out. . .)

(You felt paper run over your fingers, a grand, never ending library of information. Book covers, names, Daniel D. . . No, not a real persons name. . . A book? No, not that, you walk, drift, hand tracing the covers of books. You pull one. It was covered in a soft darkless cloth. Siffrin, who leads to acting, to plays, and plays have characters. The characters Siffrin likes, you like, and it's. . .)

". . . So, it's all about trickery to you?" (You mumble the lines to yourself.) "Daniel Dankovsky."

(Daniel Dankovsky of the play "Pathologic." A story of a town suffering from a plague. Dankovsky is one of our protagonists, an idiot, but smart. Someone who means well, but fails at every step. Gems. . .)

(Perci Monet, you have some interesting heros.)

(You look at the title of the booklet. "Stories of Uldarmitch." A collection of histories and tales from a small town past Mwudu. Some of them were quite interesting; Daily life, history, tall tales. But one thing that you do note, is that the author was very dramatic. Familiarly dramatic. You chuckle, gems, and he couldn't have come up with any better pseudonym?)

(You hear someone talking at the front desk, oh whatever. You're just an old lady who likes history. So, Nine, ten years ago, Perci was publishing smaller books under the pseudonym Daniel D.W. De'Worde. Around eight years ago, he stopped. And then five years ago, he and Merlon traveled together and published history.

(. . . So, Perci, what did you do in that three year break?)

"Well, it was closer to four years."

(You look up, Perci Monet was standing a few feet away from the table you sat at. You glare at him.)

". . . May I sit down?" (He gestures to a chair out of arms reach from you.)

"Fine." (You put your pen down.)

(Perci sits.) "Enjoying my work, Madame?"

"I can admit good writing when I see it." (You hold up a hand and make a face.) "But really, Daniel Dankovsky William De'Worde? Of all things?"

"Aha. . . I-It was, quite the phase I will admit." (He rubbed his neck.) "One I am very much over, thank you!"

"You will not live this down." (You look back down at your notes.) ". . . What are you doing here, anyways."

". . . Funnily enough, I needed a distraction."

"Ha!" (You glance at him.) "You can't escape the saviors no matter where you go, it seems."

"Hahaaa. . . No, I can't."

"Mmhm." (You look over your notes for a moment, then look up at Perci. He's looking away from you. . . Who are you, Perci Monet? Or, a better question.) "Who was the Monet family."

(He glances to you, then away. A scowl planted on his face.) ". . . They're nobody important, not anymore."

(You look at the sea of books with his name on it.) "Forgotten by history, one could say?"

"Forgotten?" (Perci stands up.) "That's one way to put it."

"Leaving so soon?" (You rest your head in your palm.)

"If this is our subject of conversation, then yes." (He turns to leave.)

(You don't say anything as you see him walk out of the library.)

(. . . . . . . .)

(You look to your research notes, and write down a single line. "Who were the Monets?")

>>>

(Nille)

(THWACK. THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.)

(You wipe the sweat from your brow, it wasn't particularly hot, but still! You were working on a little gift for Ramos. One of the wooden gardening boxes in the front garden had broken and you were building a new one. It wasn't even that hard! A few pieces of wood, bang em' together, and there you go!)

(You get up and stretch, it was getting late in the day. The gardening box was nearly done, but you shouldn't push yourself too hard. You sit down in the grass and lay back.)

(. . . What the crab have you gotten yourself into.)

(Yeah absolutely you'd love to go on a big ol' adventure with the crabbin' Saviors! Your little sibling is one of them even! Best thing to happen after being frozen. Get to see the country, no, crab that, could see the world!)

(Theeeen first big destination Bonbon nearly got kidnapped, Siffrin nearly died, and had to fight off some guy who turned into a sadness!! And then that the same guy joins the group!)

(Oh and then there's the inn, where everything's fine until Mirabelle and Siffrin come back half dead saying you were mind controlled! You don't even remember most of that day!!!)

(Don't even need to get into yesterday. Ugh, Change really wasn't giving you a break, huh.)

(You turn to the sound of the door opening. Oh it was just Siffy with, wait no that couldn't be Sif could it, 'cause he had a couple cups of tea with him. You sit up and wave.) "Heya, uuuuuh Aster, right?"

"Y-yes, that's, yes." (Change, it sounded like he was about to cry! He holds up the cups.) "Tea?"

"Sure." (Was never really your thing, but why not)

(Aster walks over and hands you the cup. You take a sip, huh. Pretty good. He's still standing, awkwardly.)

". . . So how you like the new job?"

"The- what?" (He looks at you, confused.)

"Y'know, as a scarecrow. Since you're standing around all day, c'mon sit down."

"O-oh-" (He sinks down a bit, embaressed, and sits down. Taking a sip from his own tea.)

". . . Soooooo." (You turn to look at Asterion, resting your head on a hand.) "Ramos."

"R-ramos?"

"Yeah, Ramos." (You wave a hand.) "Way I hear it, Sif's the only one of your little group who likes them, right?"

"I-I, well. . ." (he looks away.) ". . . I don't, know. Saffron, Loop, Mal, Null, they all don't, don't quite trust them, but. . ."

"Buuuuut?" (You lean in a bit more.) "I didn't hear your name on that list."

". . . I am, undecided!" (He turned back to you, a very strained smile on his face.) "There's, oh, just ah, other things to, worry about!"

"Suuuuuure." (You roll your eyes and go to take another sip of your drink.) "Weeeell, y'know if Siffy made a choice yet?"

". . . I, maybe. ." (He looks away again.) "B-but, but he might, hold off on that. Because of, w-well. . ."

". . . Yeah, I gotchya." (You take another sip, and sigh.) ". . . Sooooo, did you uh, have another reason for comin' out with tea? Or no."

"Oh. . . W-well. . ." (He rubs his shoulder and puts the tea to the side.) ". . . C-could, you teach me how to do some protection craft?"

"Wha. . ?" (You tilt your head.) "First off, aren't you pierce craft? Second off, why not ask Isabeau?"

"Ah, well. ." (He shook his head and took a breath.) "I'm, not actually pierce, myself and Mal are both protection, somehow. A-and, I would, be intimidated by asking, Isabeau. . ."

". . . Heh, alright." (You stretch and hop up.) "On ya feet, Aster, training starts now."

"N-now?!?" (He jumped to his feet, surprised.)

"Yeah, right now. Think fast!" (You grin cheekily, and take a swing at him.)

>>>

(Bonnie)

(You yawn and rub the sleep from your eyes. Whuh. . ? You fell asleep?!? When did you crabbin fall asleep. You just sat down on the couch for a second! Stupid, stupid crabface Bonnie. Someone put a blanket over you, too.)

(Bleh, what were you even dreaming about? Just another boring walk down those same boring crabbing hallways? Stupid. Stupid nightmares were getting boring. Always the same stupid stuff!!! Bleh!!!)

(What time was it anyway, it looked late. Light from a sunset was coming through the windows, and you could hear someone cooking. Guess it must be close to dinnertime then- HEY WAIT.)

(You hop off the couch and walk to the kitchen. WHO was using YOUR KITCHEN!!)

(Uh, Siffrin, apparently.)

(Why was Siffrin in the kitchen, cooking? Yeah cooking. They were making soup?!? You walk up to them and they don't even notice you!!)

". . . CRABFACE!!!"

"WA-" (Siffrin jumped like a cat, taking a few steps back.)

"What're you doing?" (You get on your tip-toes to look into the soup pot. Some veggies, cream. . .) "Where's your crabbing meat crabface! And aren't you banned from the kitchen?"

(You turn to them with a smug look on your face, but that changes to worry real quick when you see how panicked they looked. It was like they a ghost, or uh. . .)

". . . 'Frin?" (You ask, They rappidly nod their head, you snort.) "Nuh uh."

(They sink down a bit, and look away.) ". . . I-I'll, just go-"

"Hey!!!" (You run over and stand right in front of them.) "Hey, hey!! You didn't do anything wrong, stupidface!!"

(He takes a step back and stammers out his words.) "B-but, I, uh. . ."

"Hey." (You wave your arms.) "Do the breathing thing, right? Okay?"

". . . A-alright. . ."

(The two of you breathe in, and out. You wave your arms again.) "Hey, you see me, right?"

"I-I, I do, yes?" (He looks confused.)

"Okay! I'm gonna hug you, then."

(Before he can respond, you wrap your arms around them. They felt so soft, cloak was soft, real soft and nice. It actually did feel familiar. . . The nice part of those nightmares, where Sif would teach you how to fight.)

(Notfrin very, very slowly returns the hug. Hold it for a few second, and let go. Your cheeky grin was back in place.) "Heh, better?"

". . . A, a little." (He rubs his shoulder and looks away.)

"Good, stupidface." (You walk back over to the soup.) "Uhm, youuu're not 'Frin, right?"

"N-no it's, it's Aster. . ." (He walks next to you, still a couple steps away though.)

"Well you're acting like a scardeyfrin, 'Ster!!" (You sneer and look into the soup, giving it a stir.) "Why 'ymaking soup?"

"I ah. . . Wanted to, make, something nice?"

(You squint at him.)

". . . F-for, well, Ramos, and everyone?"

"Uh huh?" (You go back to the soup.)

". . ." (He sighs and takes another breath.) ". . . I want to know how to cook, just in case, or so I could, help around with some things."

(. . . HUH!)

(Yeah that's different than 'Frin. Why though? You're the cook after all!!)

(But that doesn't mean he can't cook too!! C'mon!! You should show him some basics.)

"Mmmm okay! Hold this!" (You hand Aster the cooking spoon.) "Keep stiring, I'll get spices and show you how to make a really good soup!!"

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