Liveblog: Rewatching Trigun, Episode 17 part 2
Ugh, I just want to talk about Episode 18 already.
We pick up with Rem and the Captain talking.
-- Rem has a very breathy voice.
-- Rem: “Because they’re angels...maybe we should pay attention to them...they may even guide us through our dream.” If only it turned out that way. I wonder how literally she believes that?
-- This scene with Vash and Knives in the zero-gravity room is so touching.
Knives sounds genuinely concerned about Vash.
“Are you crying again?” Apparently Vash cries a lot. Color me not surprised. Knives cares anyway.
Steve has been telling Vash he’s not human, and probably that he’s a monster who shouldn’t even be here. What if everyone else feels that way about him and Knives, too? he worries. Worst of all, what if Rem feels that way?
I don’t know if Steve deliberately mistreated them differently, but they certainly reacted differently. He hit Vash where it hurt by telling him he didn’t belong. He beat up on Knives, which Knives could tolerate better. I think putting up with Steve’s abuse is the sort of “small sacrifice” Knives is talking about. :(
-- It fascinates me that Vash is the one who’s afraid and suspicious of humans, even though he desperately wants to belong. Knives is the one encouraging him that it will be possible to get along with people. He even empathizes with their perspective: “to these people we’re just uninvited guests. We only need to be patient a while.”
-- Vash asks whether Rem feels the same way as Steve. Baby, nothing could be further from the truth. You’re Rem’s favorite. Can’t you feel how much she loves you?
-- Knives starts a conversation about the tree they’re lying under, but not really. He’s speaking in metaphors. I do this myself when I want to get across a complicated set of ideas and emotions quickly. It’s a great way to compact your message and add sensory examples so the listener can feel what you’re saying. And it’s perfect for bridging the gap between his train of thought and Vash’s feelings. Knives does the same thing in the more famous conversation about spiders and butterflies.
“Rem said it’s because they’re strong...they concentrate all their energy on growing.”
This is dreamy, mythological, fairy tale thinking. Rem, instead of giving them information about the world, is describing it poetically and helping them see it with wonder. I think Vash will return to this perspective on days when he wonders why he’s bothering trying to save people. (The way I go to Pinterest and look at photos of nature and the sky and people doing kind things until I feel like it’s worth living again).
-- “Rem said...according to Rem...” I bet this conversation is frustrating for Knives. Knives is asking Vash what he thinks, and all he gets is secondhand Rem.
-- “Plants are strong, but we eat their fruit.” “We need to in order to live.” Does Vash know what sort of plant Knives is really talking about?
-- “Do you think I’ll be eaten some day?” ::heart breaks:
Will they be drained for power the way the bulb plants are? Or experimented on? It’s a reasonable question.
It’s interesting. Although Vash is the one being told he’s not human, Knives is the one aligning his identity with plants. Or at least, trying it out during this conversation.
-- “So then, why am I here?”
Knives is having a huge (and perfectly understandable) existential crisis. And no one seems to have good answers for him. Even Vash doesn’t seem to get it.
I don’t think telling him he’s an angel sent to Earth to help the crew would help him much. Either it’ll sound like more fluffy poetic nonsense to him, or it will feel like a huge burden. I mean, just listen to former “Indigo children,” whose parents may have legitimately believed their kids were sent to save the world. Instead, they became a hot mess.
-- They had umbilical cords? Don’t plants reproduce by budding? Weren’t Vash and Knives found after they dropped off and fell to the ground? IDK, plant biology is confusing to begin with and the anime certainly doesn’t help.
-- Cut to a bunch of scary looking men with laser guns. Rem throws herself between them and the babies and you see the lasers all over her torso. They could have shot her. She could have died trying to save the plant babies. Holy ****. (And she wasn’t even feeling guilty about Tessla in the anime. She was just a good person).
-- That fucking apple. I’m sorry, but I hate this kind of symbolism. It never says much, it feels like an exercise or a treasure hunt, and it reminds me of high school English class.
Smooth transition to the other side of the tree where Rem is giving Vash a haircut. Of course Vash goes first. Rem gives Vash his iconic sticking-up haircut for the first time.
-- Um, it’s kind of weird to give your kid the same haircut as a man you loved. (What sort of relationship did they have in the anime, anyway?)
Also, you never noticed he was handsome before because he’s a kid. He looks like the equivalent of an 8 or 9 year old here.
-- “He was my emotional support. Thanks to him, I was able to face my mistakes without judgment. I learned to make them right again. Then I lost him and realized I would have to do it alone. But I wasn’t afraid to make mistakes any more. I believed I could point myself in the right direction without looking back.”
I just got run over by a truck of feels. Because Vash takes the same journey.
And I’m pretty sure Wolfwood does for Vash what Alex did for Rem.
It all begins next episode.
-- Knives’ haircut looks curved like butterfly wings. (And he’s way better at cutting hair than a kid with no experience should be).
-- Knives’ voice sounds villainous. “Just a little change of heart, that’s all.”
-- There already was individuality, even without the haircut. I guess Knives has just accepted it. “A philosopher and a mama’s boy.” That about sums it up, unfortunately.
-- Love how Knives tells Steve off, even though he makes a supervillain face immediately after.
-- Static. There’s that sound you hear every time Legato appears. The static of evil.
-- The famous spider & butterfly scene. Vash has both hands up, probably considering removing both of spider and butterfly from the web and moving them to separate places. Not sure what he’s waiting for.
They first have the argument they keep playing out for the next 150 years.
“Unless the spider caught the butterfly, it would die of starvation anyway.” Knives is right -- about butterflies and spiders. About the natural order. (That’s one reason I, personally, have an existential crisis every time I watch a nature documentary. For some reason, there’s always organisms eating other organisms alive on those channels. ::shudders::) The best argument I can give is that the metaphor doesn’t apply to people and plants, or doesn’t have to. The only reason a situation even resembling that happens on Gunsmoke is because Knives crashes all the ships onto a planet without resources.
Rem: “it’s not right to make that choice so easily.” Honestly? I think that’s a less convincing argument. Especially to someone who’s agnostic or atheist. Because who should choose? Or are you just leaving it up to random chance?
-- “What would you rather have us do, just stand there and think about it?”
Vash attacks Knives for the first time.
Rem finally realizes there’s something wrong. She looks troubled.
-- WTF happened to Rowan’s mind? What’s broken? Is Knives controlling his mind or body somehow?
-- Rem models self-sacrifice. I still don’t understand why, but she seemed to truly believe that Rowan, who was willing to kill a crew member he actually loved, wouldn’t do the same to her. The Captain models the sensible choice given the information he had, and throws Rowan out the airlock. Well, maybe not so sensible, because Rem could have been flung out into space to die, too.
Wonder how Rem would feel if she knew that Vash spent his life doing the same thing, getting increasingly scarred in the process?
-- “Vash, take care of Knives.”
This breaks my heart because so far ... he hasn’t. First he follows Knives around. Then abandons him. Then attacks him.
Doesn’t that bother him, given how faithfully he follows Rem in everything else?
I think Rem says nothing to Knives, because she has nothing good to say to him then.
-- It still bothers me that Knives got so flat out cruel down to the maniacal laugh so quickly and offscreen. It’s still a big jump from the last time we saw him talk. Seriously, look at this:
Everything he does in the anime would have made sense if they had just added a little bit more from the manga.
-- So Knives, is Rem’s self sacrifice still stupid if she corrected the course of all the ships and saved so many lives? After all, she took action quickly, and did the greatest good for the greatest number--the rational thing. You should have understood what she was doing.
-- No, Vash, Rem didn’t mean “take care of him” as in “Kill him.” You know that.
...You know I’m getting way too invested in a series when I start talking to the characters as if they can hear me. It’s about as sensible as yelling at the horror movie character not to go into that dark room alone.
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An Eighth Bird, Born Out of the Storm - Chapter 18
Based loosely on the Luume'irma headcanon from @interstellarvagabond
Eighth Bird AU.
Angus celebrates a birthday and makes a new connection. Kravitz searches. Lucretia regrets.
Thank you to Calcu from the writer’s chat for Beta'ing!!
Also on AO3 (link in the source)
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The placement of the runes are most important. We have determined that by adding onto the previously etched in runes, my body will not be hurt during this process. If all goes well, then when the reset occurs, our child will still reset with us and be able to develop, unharmed on a safer cycle.
We are not sure if the ritual will affect their soul, but as far as we have been able to determine, it will only affect Barry and myself.
I have made sure that Barry’s runes have extra safeguards as well. Being human, he will need more protection than I will. Human souls are not made of the same pure magic that elven ones are.
It will be interesting to be able to see it.
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Lucretia wasn’t sure whose idea the party was, but she stared at the invitation with a sinking feeling in her stomach.
She was Madam Director and needed to keep the ruse going, but a part of her wanted to have this moment. To relax and enjoy an evening with her friends, even if they didn’t see her as such right now.
So, she arrived at Magnus, Merle, and Taako’s dorm with a present in hand and a weak smile on her face.
“Welcome!” Magnus grinned, opening the door. “Ango doesn’t know and just thinks he’s coming over for a magic lesson, so this will be great!”
Lucretia nodded.
This week was hard for her anyway, so it was hard to focus.
In a couple of days, it would be the anniversary of when she had lost her friends.
When she knew she had lost Lup.
When she knew Lup and Barry lost their …
“Hey! You need to get behind the couch!” Merle grumbled. “Haven’t you ever done a surprise party before?”
Lucretia smiled.
“Sorry, Merle, I suppose I’m a little out of practice.”
She ducked behind the couch and waited.
Taako was the first one to walk through the door, about fifteen minutes later.
“So, the trick with mage hand is to visualize something not so … horrifying,” Taako explained as he opened the door, Angus eagerly taking notes next to him. “Seriously, kiddo, we need to figure out why-”
Taako flicked on the light to the dorm and the gathered members of the Bureau of Balance leapt up and cheered for Angus.
“SURPRISE! Happy birthday!”
Angus froze. He didn’t know what to do. No one had ever done anything like this before and he had no frame of reference for why everyone that he had considered friends and family were surprising him like this. He adjusted his glasses, trying to keep his composure and cleared his throat.
“Um … Sirs?” He asked.
“We found out it was your birthday this week, kiddo,” Magnus explained, leaping over the couch and picking up Angus. “So, we decided to throw a party for you!”
“Oh …” Angus started, a little crestfallen. He hadn’t ever had one that started this way, but he knew that it would soon devolve into sitting around awkwardly while the adults talked. “Well, thank you. I guess we um … Are we going to eat and then you guys can all talk?”
“Nonsense!” Magnus grinned. “Johann is going to play us some music and then we can do party games and stuff if you like!”
“Party games?” Angus asked. “I don’t … I don’t understand.”
He’d heard about them, sure, from the elven boys who had become the bane of his existence. He had almost been invited to one of their parties, but then the invitation was taken away, the boys only having done so in order to mock him. He didn’t know the first thing about birthday parties like this.
“Don’t worry, Bubelah,” Taako grinned. “I didn’t do birthday parties until I was much older so this will be a first for me too.”
Angus was even more confused. He’d always thought that elves had parties for every birthday. And Taako was a Sun Elf - a High Elf! He should for sure have been rich enough to have huge parties when he was a kid.
“Wait,” Angus started. “You didn’t have …”
The sound of Johann’s violin interrupted the little half-elf and soon the festivities began. He watched as the rules for Pin the tail on the Gerblin was explained and eventually watched an argument erupt between Taako and Leon over Taako’s use of mage hand to cheat at the game. A round of musical chairs was next, and Angus tried to not feel sick at the attention and chaos that was surrounding him.
He hadn’t ever had people pay this much attention to him. All he’d really wanted to do was go down and maybe see Jeff Angel wrestle at Chaos Stadium this week. He didn’t even really want people to try and celebrate for him because his parties had always been so boring before.
This one, however, was overwhelming.
His guests were sitting around, enjoying cake when Angus felt someone sit down next to him. He looked up to see Merle looking at him with an odd softness to him.
“Kid, you’ve hardly touched your cake. What’s wrong?”
“Oh … Uh … well, This is kinda new for me,” He started. “I’ve never actually done a birthday party before. Like, I honestly didn’t even know anyone knew it was coming up and I don’t usually get so much … attention,” he panted. “I usually am sitting in a corner by now just reading a book while my grandpa …”
He trailed off. He hadn’t thought about his grandfather since leaving Neverwinter. He had just thrown himself into cases and into work for the Bureau but now he realized that he had lost the only member of his family that he truly had.
He sniffled and wiped his eyes.
“Sorry, I just … I guess I got overwhelmed,” Angus whispered. “I really appreciate this, I do … I just … I’ve never had people do this much for me before.”
Merle smiled, sadly. There was something about Angus, in this moment, that felt familiar. Perhaps it was just because of what he had helped his own daughter through. Perhaps it was something else, something he couldn’t verbalize, as much as he wanted to.
“Kiddo, believe me I … I understand what you’re going through, I really do. I guess we should have asked you first, huh?”
“No, sir, it’s ok! Really! I just … I’m not used to this.”
He didn’t realize it until just now but he actually was calm. Angus looked down at his untouched plate of cake. He guessed Merle had done something cleric-y to him. Maybe calm emotions?
For all that Taako and Magnus complained, Merle was a pretty good cleric, all things considered.
“Th-thanks, sir,” Angus smiled. “This actually helped a lot.”
Merle grinned and ruffled Angus’ hair. There was something else about this kid. Something familiar, but he couldn’t focus on the thought for too long or else his brain would dissolve into static.
“No problem, half-pint,” Merle sighed. He rose to his feet and then paused, turning back to look at him before he could join Taako as he tried to hustle Killian’s shoes away from her at a game of pool. “Oh, and we’re going to a wrestling show on your birthday so I …” Merle gritted his teeth as if it hurt him to be kind to this child. “I guess you can come with.”
Angus’ eyes lit up.
“Really, sir?”
“Yeah … There’s some sort of murder or something that happened and -”
Merle froze as he felt Angus’ arms wrap around him tightly.
“Oh thank you sir! Thank you so much! This is the best birthday present ever! A new mystery!”
“Oh shit …” Merle groaned.
~
Lup had listened in, trying to project herself out just enough to see what was happening.
A party. They were throwing a party for this little boy.
She was glad that he had been working with the Bureau of Balance now. She had worried about him after he had been on the train. Had worried that this child was traveling alone.
Now, however, she knew he had someone to look after him.
It was strange. She felt oddly protective around this child, and even started to feel pangs of sadness as she watched him becoming more and more anxious during the party.
It was wishful thinking. That’s what it had to be. The anxiousness reminded her so much of Barry. Reminded her so much of how he had been before the launch. In the earlier cycles.
Before Legato.
But this wasn’t their child. She had already confirmed that. Yes, his name was Angus, but it wasn’t Angus Bluejeans. No one had come to grab him. She hadn’t seen or felt Lucretia at all during her wait in Wave Echo Cave.
Her son had to have died. Somehow. Perhaps wild animals had come into the cave and taken him. Perhaps it was gerblins.
Perhaps it was her own foolishness at trying to solve her problems by herself.
It was getting too difficult to keep herself projected, so she retreated into the darkness.
She could feel her energy being sapped. Every day it was a struggle to just stay conscious. To stay herself.
As she tried to meditate, she began to realize that time was running out.
She wasn’t sure if she would make it to them eventually leaving this world.
She wasn’t sure if there would be anything left to reset.
~
Taako couldn't find anything in any books regarding the extreme discomfort he felt.
He found himself pacing the communal living room, trying to deal with thoughts and feelings that deeply disturbed him.
He couldn't ask Merle. He was too ashamed.
Even worse was the horrible feeling he had during this week when he would see Magnus. They barely knew each other (in Taako terms) and yet he wanted to curl up in his arms and let the warmth take him over.
He couldn't understand it. He couldn't push the thoughts from his mind.
So he meditated for the first time in ages. As he sat, he heard the door open, Magnus’ booming voice echoing in.
“Hey, Taako, do you need anything? I’m just heading down to the cafeteria for …”
Magnus stopped.
“T-Taako? Are you ok? What’s wrong?”
Taako pinched the bridge of his nose.
So much for meditating.
“Dude … just go. I kinda need to focus. I’m don’t want to have the thoughts I’m having and there’s like … nothing here that can help me so I’m just gonna hang tight in here and wait for it to blow over. I don’t know if I was hit by a spell or what but … This sucks and everything is too … Everything!”
Magnus walked in, quietly. Something was tugging on his heart as he watched Taako clench his eyes and breathe.
“What thoughts?”
“Like … dude, we know each other and are friends and all but I really don’t want to share this.”
“Come on. Taako, it’s ok. We’re a team.”
“Magnus … I’m serious. I don’t want this and it’s frustrating and aggravating and it hurts!”
“It hurts?” Magnus said, freezing in place. “Should I get Merle?”
“God no. He’ll tease me relentlessly and I can’t do that right now!” Taako gritted out. “I just need to wait this out.”
“Ok … Are you sure you can’t tell me?”
“I … So you know I like guys, right?”
“Well, yeah. I saw you flirting with death back in Lucas’ lab-”
“Well … I also don’t want … I don’t like being … touched. And right now, that’s all I want and it’s scaring me, Mags. It’s scaring me and I don’t like it! And … I keep thinking about you and that reaper and I don’t … Mags, please go. I’ll … I’ll be better soon. I promise.”
Taako didn’t know for sure, but he knew that this had to end eventually.
Right?
Magnus sighed and closed the door softly, waiting outside. He wondered if he should go over Taako’s head and talk to Merle, but Taako was right. Merle was the worst person he could talk to about this.
So he went to the Director.
He knocked softly on her office door and peeked his head in.
“Hey … Lu-Madam Director?” He started, remembering that she had been so disturbed when they had used her name.
“What is it,” she started, looking up from her journals to see Magnus’ concerned expression. “Magnus? What’s wrong?”
“It … It’s Taako. He’s not doing well and I didn’t want to talk to Merle about it because … well, Taako didn’t want me to.”
Lucretia froze.
She had redacted too much. She had realized that, in erasing so many things from their home world, she had neglected to make sure she could come up with ways to fill in things that occurred.
Things like the Luume'irma.
Which Magnus usually comforted Taako through.
Once again, she was struck by the weight of her actions. She was reminded just how much she took.
Taako had once trusted Magnus but after a decade apart, they may as well have been strangers.
And Magnus didn’t know …
“Oh … Um … Well, there are … ancient texts that existed in my studies of … A period of time where every ten years, Sun Elves would go through … these feelings,” she said, carefully choosing her words. “It only lasted a week but a lot of Sun Elves didn’t like it so they augmented their bodies … I think Taako may have been immune to it.”
“Oh …” Magnus started. “So … what should I do? I don’t like seeing my friend so upset. Should I go … help him?”
“No!” Lucretia started before remembering herself. “No … Just … Let him be. He’ll be alright in a week. I promise.”
Magnus nodded and returned to the dorm. As he sat in front of Taako’s door, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of deja vu.
But when he tried to make sense of it, his mind dissolved into static.
~
Angus was so excited for his magic lessons. He loved learning from Taako, having this moment to be close to his idol. He’d had to wait a week (apparently, his tutor had been sick), but he was alright with that.
Taako was someone who might be able to answer all of his questions, eventually.
He also had another reason to take lessons from Taako. He was going to ask him on this particular lesson. Sure he couldn’t do it himself, he wasn’t high enough level …
But Taako could …
“Hey, Mr. Taako, sir?” Angus asked as Taako prepared to teach him a cantrip. “You … specialize in transmutation magic, right?”
“Sure thing, my dude,” Taako started. “What’s up?”
“I … I was wondering if you could do something for … For me … If you could change something, that is ...”
Taako looked at Angus. Something about those words. There was something in his mind that dissolved into static when he tried to place the memory.
Just like in the dreams he had.
“What’s wrong, Ango?”
Angus pulled off his cap and untaped his ears.
Taako felt his heart break.
Angus trusted him enough to show him. To show him that he was not human. That he was a half elf.
And that he was ashamed of what he was.
“I … I don’t want these anymore,” Angus whispered. “I want to be one or the other so if you could just change my ears …”
“Angus …” Taako started, kneeling down to him. “My dude, I don’t know why you wouldn’t want to be a half-elf. You’re like … the best of both worlds!”
“Not according to the other elves,” Angus sighed. “You’re like, the first elf who isn’t a jerk about it.”
Taako felt like that was wrong. He never remembered elves being so cruel about half-elves. About humans.
Hell, that was why-
Static.
He shook his head to clear it and then looked back at Angus.
“Look my dude, I can teach you disguise self so you can pull pranks, but I’m not going to make you give up what makes you you. And if you need to, you can talk with Johann. He’s a half elf and look at him now! Making music for a Voidfish! Everyone loves him too! We don’t care that he’s not one or the other. He’s Johann and that’s what makes him awesome. And your our Ango McDango.”
Angus sniffled.
“Thanks sir.”
Taako smiled and leaned in to whisper into Angus’ ear.
“And if you ever tell anyone that I had this moment with you and that I care about you …”
“You’ll end me.”
“In seconds.”
Angus chuckled and hugged Taako.
~
Lup wanted to try and project herself out again. She could sense it.
They were running out of time.
She had to tell them somehow.
Her chance came when Taako was about to cast a spell. She didn’t realize until it was too late that it was supposed to be a transmutation spell. She pulled back as much as she could, but it was too late.
The sweet little boy’s macaroons were destroyed.
She would make it up to him eventually.
But she needed to use this moment. She needed to send a message.
L …
U …
P …
It took all of her energy, but she did it. She sent a message, hoping that Taako would see it. Would understand it.
She looked over at Angus, at the sweet little boy and nearly gasped.
His ears.
They were pointed.
“I have a new mystery to solve!” She heard him chirp.
Huh … She thought as darkness reclaimed her.
~
Johann sat, tuning his violin. He had another composition for the Voidfish. Something that he had been working on for weeks now. He played, softly at first, taken in by the music. The Voidfish floated nearby, seemingly watching is every move.
“Um ...Mr. Johann, sir?” he heard a small voice ask at the doorway.
He looked over to see Angus standing there, his cap off and in his hand. The pointed tips of the boy’s dark ears were bright red.
“What’s up, little dude?” the bard asked.
“I … I was talking with Taako a while back and he said maybe I could talk to you?” He started. “I’m a half elf, like you, and … I was ashamed of it and asked Taako to change me but … But you’re a half elf too and you’re like, such a cool bard and I was wondering … Can I learn some of what you know?”
Johann smiled, sadly.
He’d never had a student before. Most of what he did was self taught anyway. He didn’t know how to teach, but the look on the boy’s face moved him.
“Heh, sure thing, kiddo,” he laughed. “So, was there any sort of instrument you were thinking of?”
“Well … when I heard your violin, it reminded me of a song and I want to know how to play it. And since you’re a bard and good at violin …”
“Say no more my little dude! Here, can you hum it for me? I can figure out the notes.”
“Oh! Yeah! Um …”
Angus began to hum as Johann transposed, playing along.
“Ah, so it’s in E major … so .. F# … A F# E D C# D G G G A...”
As he played, he heard a wail come up from the tank. He looked over at the Voidfish who twirled and called out, echoing the notes that Johann played. It was almost like the last time the Voidfish had sang, except this time, they seemed happier, as if they knew this song.
He continued to play as Angus hummed the song and the Voidfish lit up.
He’d never had this happen before, where the Voidfish not only knew something he was playing but also didn’t wipe it from existence after he had created it.
Johann looked down at Angus who had some tears pricking his eyes. He smiled sadly and stopped playing, ruffling the child’s hair.
“We can go get you a violin and then start doing lessons, little man,” he began.
“I’d like that very much, sir.”
Johann led Angus out of the room, neither one noticing the Voidfish pressing one tendril up on the glass as they left.
~
Angus sat by his Stone of Farspeech. He had been relieved when Avi told him that they had safely landed and that they were on their way through the bubble. Now he could focus on his mystery du jour.
The Red Robes. There was something Lucretia wasn’t telling them about the Red Robes.
He had been plagued with nightmares again, ever since the magic lesson that started this new mystery. His vision was always blurry in the most common one he had, but he always saw the same image. Something that his brain couldn’t make sense of.
He found himself, absentmindedly drawing as he waited to hear any news at all from the reclaimers.
Lucretia came up behind him with a plate of cookies.
“Angus, we probably won’t be able to hear anything until they get out of there,” Lucretia started.
“I know, Ma’am, but … If they need me, then I need to be listening,” he explained. “I’ve learned a lot since they grabbed the Philosopher’s Stone and so I know I can actually help now!”
Lucretia ruffled Angus’ hair and looked down at his paper.
“Drawing something?”
“Yeah, I guess. I was just doodling. I’ve been having a lot of nightmares lately,” he sighed. “Leon said that drawing them out might help me so I’ve just sort of been … doing this.”
Lucretia looked down and then bit back a gasp.
“Oh … Wow …”
Angus looked down at the drawing.
“Oh … yeah … I keep having the same nightmare. It’s blurry but … Yeah …”
He looked up to realize that Lucretia was standing in the doorway, her shoulders slumped and her hand covering her mouth.
He looked back down at the drawing. He supposed it had been just him trying to make sense of the latest nightmare, but this was the most detailed it had ever been.
The Red Robe from his nightmares was in the center of his blurred vision. The one who looked down at him with blackened skin, closed eyes …
And a sad smile.
~
Taako watched time pass by as he was shown his own past.
Static. That static was there again, right next to him, after a long period of static that had no explanation.
It hurt too much for him to try to make sense of it, so he shut his mind off to it. Like he always did.
Then the Chalice showed him Glamour Springs.
Taako wanted to turn away. He didn’t want to see this. He didn’t need this.
But then he saw.
Sazed.
That bastard was going to poison him.
Instead, forty people died.
He watched everyone coming up for samples. Then he saw a face.
A face that didn’t make any sense being there. A face that shouldn’t have been there.
Barry?
It didn’t make sense. He couldn’t have been in Glamour Springs and also been in Phandalin. Everyone who had eaten that food had died.
Everyone.
How was this possible?
He couldn’t accept the offer. It wasn’t his fault and he had to know now.
Something was being hidden from him.
When they watched Phandalin burn again, Barry being pummeled to the ground, Taako stared intently.
There had to be something that he was missing. He wanted to tell the others but, he couldn’t. Not when he didn’t even know what was missing.
~
Lucretia sat in her study.
That drawing. That couldn’t have been …
She buried her head in her hands. This had gone too far. It had gone too far but she couldn’t stop now.
She looked over at Junior's tank. If she gave out his ichor, would this put an end to everything? Would they ever forgive her?
Would this world, and every world, be lost?
She wanted to grab Angus. She wanted to bring him in here and let him learn everything. Seeing that picture … that was Lup. That had to be her which meant …
She choked back a sob.
He had survived. He had survived and she had erased him from his family
And where was Lup now? She was a lich. She should have been with him. And Barry … did he know now?
Her heart was heavy with regret. She had separated Barry from his son. He would never forgive her.
And Lup. If she had just waited. If she had gone to find the cave. To find Lup … would she still be around?
She thought back to something Taako had said. About the Raven Queen’s emissary. Her blood ran cold.
What if she got reaped?
It had never happened on any of the cycles. She had no frame of reference for what could have happened to Lup.
If her soul even existed anymore.
The tears flowed freely as Lucretia buried her head in her hands.
She had fucked up.
And there was no turning back now
~
Barry watched them come out of the bubble and breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that they wouldn’t have taken the Chalice. There was no way.
But there was still that fear ...
He made himself known to them, confirmed that they had indeed resisted the thrall, and then locked eyes with Taako.
Something in Taako’s eyes …
“I’m really proud of you,” he began, much to the others’ confusion.
Then Magnus called him one of “the bad guys”. If he had blood, it would have run cold in his veins.
“Who told you that?” Barry asked.
But he knew. Even before they said anything, he knew.
Why had Lucretia done this? This wasn’t like her. This wasn’t like her at all.
“I need to know … Do you trust me?” He asked.
“Hell no!”
It was too much.
He had lost his friends. His family.
Taako didn’t remember him. Didn’t remember Lup. Didn’t remember any of it.
He grasped at himself, trying to think of his Best Day. Of his anchor.
“Lup … They don’t trust me … I can’t do it anymore, Lup … I’m sorry ….”
He could hear her voice. He could feel her.
He had to keep himself together.
~
Taako watched as the Red Robed lich tried to gain composure. He heard him mutter to himself and the one word that had been repeating in his mind escaped the lich’s lips.
“Lup …”
The lich knew what this word meant. This Red Robe somehow knew …
But Taako couldn’t make sense of it.
And it hurt.
~
Barry rose up from the ground, his composure regained.
He gave them a final warning and vanished. He needed to get back to his hidden lab. He had been out for too long.
The Reaper would be coming.
~
Angus eagerly welcomed back the Reclaimers, hoping that he could spend some time with Taako. He wanted a magic lesson, of course, but there was another motive.
He needed to study that umbrella.
Every time he was near it, there was a painful sense of familiarity.
Every night after he did, he had the nightmare about the Red Robe.
On one such night, Angus awoke with a start. The image of the Red Robe filled his mind while a woman’s voice weakly sang that lullaby to him. Angus couldn't get the song out of his mind so he climbed out of bed and grabbed his tiny practice violin.
He had memorized the notes, the music flowing naturally as he played. He closed his eyes, trying to imagine his mother.
Davenport had been wandering the dorms. He’d been trying to clear the constant static that had been filling his mind more and more as he got closer to Merle, Magnus, and Taako. He couldn't piece words or thoughts together, the ideas he tried to form becoming a jumble the more he tried to make sense of them.
He heard music coming down the hallway and it struck something inside of him. He followed the sound to Angus’ dorm and stood outside. The music felt so familiar but he couldn't place why. He sat down outside the door and listened, his ears flicking curiously as Angus played.
Angus knew he was being watched, but he couldn't stop. Not now. Not when he needed to try and make sense of the nightmare.
He opened his eyes for a moment and looked at Davenport. He wasn't sure if the music had spurred his mind or not but Angus had started noticing things about Lucretia’s ward. Things that didn't make sense.
He had seen plenty of gnomes growing up and had even been taking cases for Leon. It was why Angus chastised himself for not noticing that Davenport did not look like other gnomes.
Most gnomes had hair colors that ranged from white to grey, in the boy’s experience. Davenport had bright red hair and a neatly trimmed mustache. He was also much smaller than any other gnomes he had seen …
And no other gnomes had expressive, pointed ears.
Angus closed his eyes again and continued to play. He needed to finish the song. He needed to try and keep the static away.
When he finished, he gently set down his violin. He looked back to see Davenport rising to his feet, as if coming out of a trance. He shook his head and then stumbled over his words for a moment before making eye contact with Angus.
“D… Davenport.”
As the gnome walked away, Angus couldn't help but wonder if, for the first time, he actually understood what the gnome had said.
Thank you.
~
Taako stared at the umbra staff.
Kravitz had said he sensed a lich, but … The Red Robe wasn’t up here. And Taako wasn’t a lich.
The Umbra Staff going off on its own had nearly ruined the date, but he couldn’t blame it. He supposed his own magical weapon was picky about anyone coming near its owner.
Except that it had reacted when Kravitz had mentioned liches.
He thought back to seeing the Red Robe in Lucas’ lab.
He had noticed the staff.
Had mentioned … someone.
But his mind wouldn’t let him think any further. It hurt too much.
He went back to their dorm and set the staff down on the couch.
He needed to make a trip to Fantasy Costco. Magnus would be waiting for him.
~
Angus was perceptive. It was what made him such a good detective.
It was why he followed Merle to Neverwinter.
He’d never pictured Merle as a father, but suddenly, everything started to make sense about the dwarven cleric.
He listened, intently, as Merle told him everything. Told him things he was pretty sure neither Taako nor Magnus knew.
It was oddly comforting. He was privy to something no one else was.
Even if Merle hadn’t threatened him, he would never have said anything to anyone.
It was why, when the cart narrowly missed hitting Merle’s children, Angus sprang into action.
He almost missed the flash of red off to the side.
He almost missed the Red Robed Lich that held his arm outstretched, red lightning cracking off of his cloak.
He almost missed when he looked to Merle and nodded.
He did miss, however, the wave of sadness that emanated from the lich who looked after his son.
The lich who was running out of time.
~
Taako sat, watching as Angus practiced Disguise Self to look like him. He still looked like a tiny, child-like version of Taako, but he was getting better at it.
Looking at Angus continued to send pangs of emotion through Taako’s heart. Emotions that he couldn’t place and that were almost frightening to think about.
He cared about this child. Almost as if he was his own.
But he wasn’t of course. And whoever had been this child’s father had been human.
Had been that dead bastard, Barry Bluejeans.
Taako shook his head.
He didn’t know why thinking of Barry hurt so much, but he decided that it had to do with this child. That it was guilt at not saving this child’s father. At leaving him to grow up without him.
Except Barry had been at Glamour Springs. Had taken some of the food.
Maybe Barry had survived? Maybe he had known and had come to Phandalin so that he could covertly tell Taako?
No … That didn’t seem like Barry’s style. Neither did trying to bust Taako.
It didn’t make sense.
Taako wished, for a moment, that Barry was here, watching his son. Maybe he would have trained Angus to be a fighter? No, Angus wasn’t built for that.
And come to think of it, he had never actually seen Barry fight …
“Sir? Are you alright?”
Taako shook himself out of his thoughts and looked down at Angus who had changed his appearance back to normal.
“Sorry, boychik,” Taako smiled sadly. “I was just in thought …”
“Oh …”
They sat in silence for a moment before Angus scooted up next to him.
“Hey, Taako … Um … I know you kind of personalized those macaroons for everyone but … I was wondering … What was that flavor in mine? It was really good but it was like … familiar?”
“Heh,” Taako chuckled. “That’s odd … I actually had a hard time finding the ingredients for yours. I don’t know why, but I wanted to make them like my aunt used to make them … They were our favorite …”
“You and your Aunt’s?”
Taako paused.
Our …
“Yeah … Must’ve been my aunt’s favorite too if she made it all the time for us …”
Angus nodded and looked down in thought. Taako found his own thoughts wandering too.
It didn’t make sense. He didn’t remember his aunt particularly liking macaroons, much less the lavender flavored ones he loved but it was the only thing that made sense.
Maybe she had but she had given him so many because she knew he liked them?
He felt a little guilty now. If he had known …
“Sir … I’ve been wondering a lot … Do you know any other Sun Elves?”
Taako smiled, sadly.
“No. I haven’t seen any others really since I was a kid. I didn’t even really grow up with elves after my aunt died. It’s probably why I’ve never really gotten on with other high elves,” he laughed, bitterly. “You’re the first one I’ve actually spent a lot of time around in almost a century.”
Angus giggled.
“I’m only half-elf, sir.”
“Doesn’t matter!” Taako laughed. “Why do you ask?”
“Well … I mean, I was wondering if you might have maybe known … Well, if you had ever seen either of my parents?”
Taako’s heart nearly ripped in half.
“I … I never met them,” Angus started. “Not really … I mean, maybe I saw my dad once but … I only knew my grandfather and … I know that my mom loved me. That she died saving me but … My dad …”
Taako wanted to grab Angus close and tell him. Tell him that he had seen his father.
But then what? Barry hadn’t ever even mentioned a kid.
Would he lie to this kid? Tell him that his father’s last words had been something about the son he was going to return to? Taako lied easily (he thought), but to Angus?
No, he couldn’t lie to him.
And he couldn’t tell him.
He sighed and looked down at the Umbra Staff in his lap, feeling a warmth radiating from it.
“Sorry, kiddo … I … I didn’t meet anyone who could have been your parents in my travels but …” He bit his lip. “If they could see you now, I bet they would be awfully proud. I bet they loved you a whole lot ...”
Angus looked at Taako. He had only sometimes been privy to moments of honesty from the elf and had learned to play them off as nothing. He knew that Taako didn’t like the attention. Didn’t like it when someone pointed out when he actually cared
So he smiled quietly to himself and then snuck a glance at the Umbra Staff.
He could feel the energy now and realized it.
He needed to roll an investigation check on that staff.
~
Kravitz looked over his clues again. The Umbra Staff that Taako had carried - the staff that had almost blasted him - had rekindled the mystery that he had almost put to rest.
He had been a bit distracted lately and it wasn’t the top priority anymore.
But that staff. It had been with the Sun Elf’s corpse. It had been in the cave.
He couldn’t just take it from Taako and it hadn’t had as strong of a presence, even after it had almost blasted him like before.
And when he had returned to the scene of the crime, the body was gone. All that remained was dust.
He had another option, but it had been such a tedious idea that he had been avoiding doing it.
But the more he thought about it, the more he realized it was his only plan.
He headed into the Sea of Souls to try and find the Elf’s soul.
It wasn’t a common thing to need to do, but he had been an emissary for long enough that he knew how to sift through the souls that were being cleansed. Since she had died ten years before, he should be able to find her relatively close to the top.
He searched for Sun Elves, knowing that there weren’t as many of them in the Sea of Souls to begin with. They lived long lives and they were nowhere near as numerous as their other elven counterparts - especially after the Old Wars that had nearly decimated them.
The more he thought about the Old Wars, the more he mused about this half-elf child. Sun Elves in particular were not known to harbor fond feelings toward humans and yet here was this child that was the product of such a union. And a child who obviously had been loved enough for the mother to care to leave a note for whoever found her and the child.
He came across a few Sun Elf souls, but none felt right. None of them seemed to even know what he was talking about. He knew they hadn’t been in the sea long enough to have forgotten their past life, but this was ridiculous.
If his mother was here, then she would have been speeding to him to hear about her son. To know if he was safe.
He searched for what felt like days as he combed through the souls. He had to find her. He needed to know if she had any leads on the lich.
He was about to give up, realizing that the only other option was asking the countless human souls, when he felt something that was … wrong.
He looked down into the depths to see the lights start to blink out. He had never seen anything like this before. When a soul was ready to be reborn, it would leave as it had come in.
Instead they were just being swallowed up into darkness.
No. Not quite darkness.
There were shimmering bands of color throughout the darkness that was slowly approaching him.
He didn’t know what this was, but he knew he had only one option.
He began to frantically swim up.
~
Carey had taught him how to be sneaky. She hadn’t asked why, probably assuming that it was for detective work.
In a way, it was.
Angus sneaked into Taako’s room while they were training. For some reason, Taako had left the Umbra Staff in the room.
It was too easy.
Angus rifled around, looking for any other clues, when he found a headband.
He picked it up and curiously put it on.
“Taako? Taako, get back here! I swear to God if you die during training …”
“H-hello?” Angus asked. “Who said that? I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to break in! I mean I did but -”
“Wait … Ango? The kid that my b̵̸̧͘r̶̕͘͝͡o̶̢͞͝͡t̛͘͜h̡͜͞e͘҉̵͠͞r̵'̴̸͝s̴̶̡̧̨ been training? Sweet!”
“Sorry ma’am … I … I don’t see you and you’re speaking static.”
“Aw beans,” the voice sighed. “You can’t understand it … Um … So … It’s me … In the Umbra Staff …”
Angus gasped.
“You can talk?”
“Heh, yeah … It took a lot but I can,” she chuckled. “Is Taako ok?”
“Yeah! He’s in training. Don’t know why he didn’t take you but … You know.”
“Yeah,” she chuckled. “So, my name’s L͟҉u̸̸̧̨p̨͘͢͟ and I have been in here for quite some time.”
“Sorry, you were speaking static again …”
“Oh … Ok …” she sighed. “Well … I was hoping that I could get Taako to … It’s ok. I guess we can try this again in a year … It’s not like my son is still alive … I shouldn’t have gone out alone …”
“A son?”
“Yeah … I … I had a son,” she started. “I was alone when I had him and I’m pretty sure he’s … He’s gone …”
“Wow, Miss Umbra Staff … Can I call you that?”
“Sure kid.”
“I just … didn’t know Umbra staffs could have kids!”
“Well, I wasn’t always one … But … Yeah … Gods, you look so familiar,” she pondered. “If I didn’t know better, I would have thought … sorry, I just miss my family.”
“I’m so sorry. I … I never met my mom.”
“Oh …”
“It’s ok! She died, saving me from a murderer! Once I’m done helping the Bureau of Balance, I’m going to go back to trying to solve her murder! Someone said a lich did it!”
Angus felt something in the umbrella. Something sad. The feeling quickly went away.
“Oh geez. Are you sure you’re old enough to be doing that?”
“Yeah! I solved a murder bef- Well, I guess you were there, huh?”
“Heh. Yeah.”
The umbrella felt heavy in Angus’ hands.
“Hey kiddo. No offense, but … It’s getting difficult to project myself out anymore …”
“Oh! Yeah, you must be getting tired …” Angus replied sadly. “Do ...Do you want me to sing you a lullaby? I've always known it so I think my mom sang it to me!”
“Sure kiddo.”
Angus sang softly, the elvish words to a long forgotten lullaby drifting through Lup’s mind. It was strange. She knew this lullaby by heart, but it was impossible for her to understand how he would know it. Her mother sang it to her when she was a baby and she remembered singing it while her son was still in the womb.
Her thoughts became fragmented as she started to drift out of consciousness. She could have sworn she heard her and Barry’s composition being worked into the lullaby.
But it was impossible.
Just wishful thinking.
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