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'bard's lament' this 'bard's lament' that'.. it was a pretty solid episode like pls.. all the pieces are on the board. things are lined up. things can and probably will still Happen. like rip to season 3 finale haters but im different lol. it seems SO hilariously dumb to even say anything about characters being ooc, things not happening as they 'should' or whatever tf like..... this very much unlike other IPs. some complaints simply can't apply. the people who play these characters actually personally OWN and wrote them in the first go around. and not only do they understand their characters intimately, they are doing what makes the story flow better in a new medium. which is not to say they are chopping down what's really important, they are actually condensing 4 hours of dice rolling and dick jokes into something coherent and less than half an hour long. they are making it work. and it is working. it's not perfect and i actually really do get some people's disappointment in some choices, but lbr some of them are 1) completely understandable when you take everything Critical Role is into account (kash, for one. i mean i wasn't too happy about it too but i do get it) and 2) things that are not resolved or can be further developed in the future (bard's lament can still happen, in some way; i can already come up with like, three ways -hehe nice-- it could happen in s4). i mean this is fucking season 3, hasn't all of this been said a thousand times over by now? seems pretty weird people are still doubting and not trusting these storytellers know what they're doing. like not only does the og campaign still exist as its own thing but also enjoying an adaptation for what it is is entirely possible. also? having fun is allowed and recommended, i mean, jesus christ
#the legend of vox machina#lovm s3#lovm spoilers#i forgot logging into this HELLSITE and scrolling through tags was a nightmare. like i get the frustration#i get expecting something and being underwhelmed. but at certain point you gotta learn to let some things go and enjoy the ride#and some of yall need to chill#i want bard's lament too but the way they did everything really honored kaylie and their relationship as a family if u ask me#imo that's more important than scanlan's anger. and it would make bard's lament even more impactful if it were to happen in s4#ANYWAY WHO CARES KEYLETH AND VAX KISSED A BUNCH OF TIMES AND HER EARTH FORM KICKS ASS SO IM WINNING
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Survey #306
iâm v talkative today so pardon my jabbering below.
What is the strangest type of candy you have eaten? I think I've had one of those lollipops with a bug in it before as a kid? I don't remember. What would be your most ideal profession? A freelance photographer. But I'm honestly starting to lose hope. Have you tried those coloring books for adults? Yeah; it's funny you mention 'em, 'cuz a family friend got me one for my birthday earlier this month. What is a topic you definitely don't want to talk about with anyone? I don't like talking about my sexual history, doesn't matter who you are. It's just uncomfortable. What was your first gaming console? An Atari. Is there something you're eagerly waiting for? What is it? *SLAMS FISTS ON TABLE* MAY NEEDS TO FUCKIN' HURRY. My tattoo appointment is set then. :''') Do you/have you ever belonged to an organization? If so, which one? I was a Girl Scout when I was young. What is something you're very passionate about? Nature conservation, gay rights (equal rights in general, really), the pro-choice movement, and then there are less "important" things like certain hobbies interests and such. I'm sure there are more big ones that are just slipping my mind right now, considering I feel passionately for a shitload of stuff. What are you studying or what was the last thing you studied? I majored in Art & Design with a focus on Photography in college. But guess who dropped out. What was the last present you gave someone? I don't know... I mention enough that I don't have a source of income where I can really buy anything. I think the last thing I did was a Christmas gift for Mom a year or two back of a drawing I did of our late dog Cali, whom she absolutely adored. Do you enjoy plays? If so, what was the latest one you saw? Not really, no. What was the last thing you achieved? PHP has helped me focus on little victories, so prepare for an underwhelming answer haha, but it's something. I Facebook messaged an old friend I really wanted to catch up with, and everyone in group cheered for me. :') It was really heartwarming. What a shocker that this program is really helping me once again. What is something you would like to achieve at some point in your life? I would love love love to take at least one "famous" or award-winning photograph. It'd be such amazing validation that I'm talented at something I love so much. What is one philosophy you have regarding life/living/purpose? That's... difficult to answer seeing as I'm trying desperately to find my purpose. I do try to live by this old quote a therapist said once: "Deal with life, or life deals with you." I think it holds an incredible amount of depth and meaning in such a short phrase. How would you design the inside of your own home? I don't know the details of it, really, besides that shit is gonna look like a Halloween house year-round. I can imagine wanting black furniture, too, and having loooots of decor expressive of what I love and find comfort in. Gotta make a house feel like a home just for me. What is a band you remember liking from your childhood? Backstreet Boys, duh. Do you ever get mad at people for not having the same opinion as you (i.e. abortion being wrong/right, meat-eating being wrong/right)? Two things: it depends on the topic, and "get mad" is the wrong term for what I feel. It's more disgust; ex., I'm repulsed by anti-gay rights people and want absolutely nothing to do with 'em, but I'm not like, mad at them. Do you edit any of your pictures? In what ways? Oh yeah, and it definitely depends on the raw photograph. I edit depending on the mood it emanates; like if you've seen my roadkill photography versus nature shots, there is an extremely distinct difference in editing style and vibe. I'd say in general though, I tend to like to brighten my photographs and add more vibrance. If you like to take pictures, what is your motivation? God, I could write an essay on this. I just love and am so thankful for the fact we can literally freeze time forever with the click of a button and look back on fantastic sights, beautiful moments, memories... It's just magical to me, and I adore contributing to that art. Would you ever consider living anywhere cold? Well yeah, that's my preference, actually. What is your absolute favorite food? The spicy shrimp fritas from Olive Garden, jfc. Would you ever wear snake-skin pants, or other animal clothing? Fuck to the absolute hell no. What foreign country would you like to go to for a shopping spree? Idk, considering I'm not well-versed in the artistic creations of other countries. Perhaps India? Japan? I dunno. If you met your favorite musician, what would you ask him/her? I'm asking for his fucking autograph and a hug while I smile my face in two AND cry lmao. What do you spend most of your day thinking about? I ain't gonna bullshit nobody, my PTSD. In some way or another, he's lurking in that head of mine through memories, flashbacks, wonders of what could have gone differently... but thank God it's no longer in the forefront of my mind after my first PHP. I've come very, very far, but especially when trying to blank out my mind to fall asleep, parts of PTSD strangle my brain until I'm just finally out. I really hope that changes someday. Where is a busy place you would like to go to? Yikes, nowhere, really. I like to avoid busy locations. Do you think video games cause people to become violent? Absolutely not. You are responsible for the decisions you make; music, games, movies, etc. have no deciding voice in stupid shit you do, and it's bullshit that people blame art and entertainment for such things. Vocabulary: What was the last word you learned? I'm unsure. Have you or could you build your own site? Absolutely not from scratch. The closest I've gotten to that is my photography website, but it was through the assistance of Wix. What's the best thing you can cook yourself? Scrambled eggs, haha. I do make some bomb eggs at least. Are there a lot of graffiti around your neighborhood? No. Do you have a hobby that forces you out of the house? If so, what is it? Nature photography. Would you stop eating meat, if you had to raise and slaughter it yourself? Absolutely. God, I want to go vegetarian again... Besides English, what other languages can you speak? I can speak a very little bit of German. Took four semesters of it in high school and became very good at it, but lack of practice has pretty much ruined that. Besides English, what other languages can you read? I can read German well; as in, I can pronounce most words I see, but that doesn't mean I understand what is written. Do you think you could make it as a chef? Gordon Ramsey would deadass kick me off his show on day one, lmao. What's your favorite kind of tea? It marvels me JUST how many tea and coffee questions are in surveys. Anyway, I don't like tea. I am an embarrassment to NC culture. What thing/person/happening has made you the happiest you've been? lask;dfjal;wekrjwe What's the most freeing thing you've ever done? Stealing my happiness back from someone who had no right to hold it all in its entirety. That shit's mine. Do you think today's kids are really impatient? Most, probably, but in some ways I can understand it - at least, in the sense that with the assistance of modern technology and advancements in satiating our wants so quickly, kids just expect it. I definitely believe that patience is something to try to be deeply instilled in everyone, though. I don't have an ounce of it (in most situations) and wish I did. Have you ever tasted birch sap? No. How about the young buds/shoots of spruce trees? No. Which edible flowers have you tasted? One of my favorite Southern experiences is finding a bunch of honeysuckles and tasting the honey (is it technically even honey??). Tastes amazing. My family's hairdresser lives down a beautiful path that sprouts a massive amount of them, and as kids, my sisters and her two boys would go tasting them while our parents talked for so long, or if we were waiting our turn. Good memories. What has been your worst restaurant experience? I'm not sure, really. What's the most immature, adolescent thing that still makes you laugh? "Inappropriate humor type jokes." <<<< They can get me sometimes, too. Have you ever had a life-threatening condition? If so, what was it? No, thankfully. Have you ever had a custom print done on a shirt? If so, what was it? I don't believe so, no. Besides making a tye-dye one in HS with our school colors. Wasn't my idea and never wore it, haha. Do you ever read other people's survey answers? It depends on the person. If it's a friend, absolutely, because I love learning usually obscure things about them I wouldn't have known otherwise. If it's a user I don't know from wherever I got the survey, sometimes, depending on how short the answer is and my eyes kinda just scroll over it. Do you like daytime or night time better? Why? Daytime, especially mornings. I'm generally happier when there's light around. What's your highest level of education so far? Some college. Describe your ordinary day: My average day is embarrassingly uneventful. It's sitting on the laptop doing shit on various sites, none of which are actually important, and playing WoW, which is also without true substance, save for social interactions with my friends on there. I spray Venus' terrarium everyday multiple times as well to keep the humidity up, and obviously eat and handle that kinda bodily needs stuff. Would you ever have a UV tattoo? Ugh, that'd be so dope. I've seen some awesome ones, but idk if I'd get one, considering when am I actually going to be under UV light?? Like I wanna be able to see my tat. What is the brand and color name of your favorite lipstick? I have one black lipstick, but it comes right off so I don't even like it. I only ever put it on to take pictures. What do you like on your tortilla? Just ham and cheese. How about inside your pita bread? I've never had pita bread, actually. What do you like in your burger? It depends on where I'm getting the burger. My basic is cheese, ketchup, mustard, a bit of mayo, pickles, and a light sprinkle of diced onion, but sometimes I add bacon and take away the onions. How about on your pizza? I have three I tend to pick from: pepperoni, jalapeno, or meat lovers. Do you work better alone or in a group? Alone, definitely. Which body part would you not mind losing? I'ma be extremely honest, with just how horribly weak my legs are, I could live without them, I guess. Not saying I want to by any means, it's just exhausting using them. Ideally, I'd take away something minor, like a finger or something. What common saying people use is absolute BS to you? â'Everything happens for a reason.'â <<<< Fuckin' colossal "same." I won't rag on people who believe it, especially if it gives you courage to keep moving forward, but I don't believe it in the slightest. If it were so, I'd like to talk to whoever is in control of those "reasons," please. What is the most interesting thing youâve read or seen this week? I had no idea elephants were pregnant for two years, like holy shit, can you imagine. It was in an article I saw on Facebook about a mother and daughter elephant who are both expecting and doing well. Wonderful to hear. Whatâs the most useless talent you have? Ha, I'm a master in the arts of catastrophizing and jumping to conclusions involving people hating me in one way or another. Whatâs something everyone looks stupid doing? I'm one of those people who hate dabbing done by anybody, like you look like you're just smelling your armpit. Which kidsâ movie scarred you for life? I wouldn't say "scarred me for life" by any means, but when I was little, I was terrified of the Wicked Witch from The Wizard of Oz and even had nightmares about her. It sucked because my little sister was obsessed with that movie, haha. In one sentence, how would you sum up the Internet? A source of incredible knowledge but also hate and misinformation. What would be the most ridiculous thing for the government to make illegal? I literally dread the idea of Roe vs. Wade being reversed. Banning abortion would kill so many people with operational uteruses and cause absolute pandemonium. How many friends do you have on social media and how many of them do you know for real? On Facebook, I have 124 friends, and I'd say I know most of them "in real life." However, having been on the Internet since I was so young and befriending loads of incredible people, a good chunk are "online friends." Hell, I'm more interested in their lives than most "real" ones. Long-distance friendships are so valid. What fact amazes you every time you think of it? Lots of things, generally regarding the stupidity of humanity. Whatâs the most spontaneous thing youâve ever done? Probably going to the beach w/ my old friend Colleen. We had zero plans of doing it, but she just called me one morning and asked if I wanted to go, and off we went. It was a fun day. What has taken up too much of your life? I'ma be real, WoW. I don't think I'm addicted to it like I once was seeing as I go through spans where I barely want to play it at all and don't, so I truly am capable of not playing it, but rather it's just the most entertaining way to kill time in my life. I just don't like how much time I've invested into a game over six or seven years regardless. Where do you not mind waiting? Uh, nowhere lmao. Is there an app you hate to use, but still use every day? No; why would I use it if that was the case? Who is the funniest person you know? My friend Girt is fucking hysterical. What three words describe you best? Complex, passionate, and creative. What makes you think youâre smart? Lol who says I think I'm smart? Who inspires you? Korean Jesus. Okay on a serious note, not just him, of course, but he's #1 in an entire universe of ways. Do you aspire to be like somebody else? If so, who? No; I want to be my own authentic self. How did you meet your best friend? YouTube, back when it had more social aspects. Which one of your accomplishments are you the most proud of? I want to say my recovery, but like... I wonder a lot if it's "enough" to be proud of with how scarred I still am? I still struggle with a lot and feel like I could be so much better by now if I tried harder. If I'm completely honest with myself, I think it's finishing high school in the top percentile of my graduating class. There was a ceremony for the handful of us and all, and I cherish my plaque probably too much. Reminds me of a time when I knew what the fuck I was doing. What's the strangest thing you ever did as a child? Thinking I had "animal powers" where I could invoke the traits of certain animals at will, like what the actual fuck, Brittany. What did your mother teach you? Christ, a lot. Dad didn't do a lot of the raising, honestly, so much of my core values and whatnot were instilled by my mother. She taught me to care for and be nice to others, respect myself, try my best in everything, and most importantly that she is always there for me and my sisters no matter what and can tell her absolutely anything. She was very serious about us going to college and saving sex for marriage when we were younger, but she diverged from those ideas as absolutely necessary with experience. I'm extremely lucky with who I call my mom, overall. What did your father teach you? Eek... Read above. Not a lot as a kid (save for riding a bike and playing softball); most he's taught me has come following reuniting with him after my parents' divorce. I remember we went to lunch once and talked about my breakup, and he talked to me about sometimes, you just have to let people go in order to be happy, like with him and Mom. He's very serious now about ensuring us girls know that he is always there for us and will help us in any way he's capable. What makes you feel powerful? "Powerful" isn't something I really feel, if I'm being real. What are you ready to let go? It would be inexplicably fantastic if I could let every speck of Jason go in both my head and heart. What is your most bizarre deal-breaker? I don't really find any of my expectations and limits as "bizarre?" They're all valid to me. Well wait, idk if you'd find it strange that I absofuckinglutely would not date someone who hunts, but it's not to me. That's a difference in a very serious value to me. Would you rather be hated or forgotten? Hated. God, I don't want to leave this earth having given just nothing. I can live with some people hating me for whatever reason. Whatâs the biggest personal change youâve made? Accepting my bisexuality, probably. That's something that I consider pretty big for two reasons: 1.) I could end up with a woman forever, and especially 2.) I was originally homophobic. I still have difficulty in fathoming how I ever was. What are some of your short-term goals? PHP is finally starting to make me build these again. I want to get better at selfcare, draw, write, and read more, I want to drink a lot more water, exercise way more... Lots of things, really. What is the weirdest thing about you? Uh. I dunno. Probably that I RP meerkats, which is a very obscure RP niche for sure.
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To the anon who sent me Escape from the Isle of the Lost Questions:
So I know thereâs people who want to read the books themselves or who just donât want to be spoiled so I copied and pasted your question below the cut because it had some, albeit minor, spoilers:
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Anon asked: So I had a couple of questions regarding âDescendants: Escape from the Isle of the Lostâ:1. What was your overall opinion of the book?2. Were there any other characters that were introduced in the book besides Arianna Rose and Bobby Hood?3. Do you think Arianna Rose is Audreyâs cousin on Auroraâs side or Phillipâs side because I know that Aurora didnât really have any siblings in the original film?
Hi anon,
So Iâm going to answer your questions a little out of order
Okay so you asked if there were any other new characters other than Arianna and Bobby. Yes, there were but they were mostly their coaches or Dougâs cousins. Any new character that either werenât mentioned in the previous movie tie in books (Iâm not including the random other books that I donât think were written by Melissa) or that werenât in the âWicked Worldâ mini series I tried to write down in my original post so have another look at it.
 I think the most surprising was the fact that Fairy Godmother has a sister. Like, why? Also the intro of Audreyâs cousin is weird too. Like what is the purpose? Like if you take out Arianna Rose, it doesnât change the plot whatsoever, especially because she was mentioned at the very end. This could mean that sheâs in D3 and we just donât know but that would be so weird.Â
Also in regards to Audreyâs cousin, Iâm not 100% sure but I think sheâs a cousin on Audreyâs momâs side. I only say that because of two things: 1.) Aurora was originally called and thought to be just a regular old maiden named Briar Rose when she was growing up and 2.) I think during the graduation scene they said that the Rose family, including Queen Leah, was there. Since Queen Leah is supposedly Auroraâs mom (right?), I assumed that the Rose family is Audreyâs maternal side.Â
I wouldnât be 100% surprised if Queen Leah had another child as a replacement for the one she lost. I mean, we know that she never really got to see Aurora grow up so maybe she had another child at some point to fill the empty space but Aurora, though she might deny it, was always her favorite child. That may be why Arianna is so jealous of Audrey, because Audrey is weirdly like Queen Leahâs second chance at raising Aurora so it feels like Audrey is Queen Leahâs favorite.Â
Again, it would be interesting seeing some of Audreyâs family dynamics on the screen, and we do know that the actress who plays Queen Leah will be back, but it already feels like theyâre stuffing so much already into the D3 plot that I really donât see how they can introduce Ariannaâs jealousy of Audrey into it.Â
Okay, as for my overall feelings about the bookâŚ
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The book was okay. I think the prequel book for D1 and the one for D2 (âRise of the Isle of the Lostâ) were more interesting. The first one because we learned more about Mal, Evie, Jay, Carlos, and their backstories. âRiseâ was good because ofâŚwell, Uma, Harry, and Gil. I mean, this book definitely had Uma in it but it was mostly preoccupied with Uma scheming against Mal so we didnât really get much development for her as we did in âRiseâ. Also, not including the weird âUnder the Seaâ tie in Melissa tried to make (still not sure if Harry and Gil were really there or not), Harry and Gil were only mentioned.Â
I think the part that I was most interested in was where everyone was going to go after graduation, specifically Jay. We really donât get that much character insight to Jay in general outside of teamwork so it was interesting to see his thought process with post-Auradon Prep plans and especially why he didnât want to necessarily go to Agrabah for college.Â
Carlos throughout the book was essentially in two modes: 1.) Thinking about how awesome Jane was or 2.) Scare that he would be stuck on the Isle and run into his mother. Though both are fine, Carlos was kind of justâŚthere either helping with the Isle stuff or as Janeâs boyfriend/assistant for all the graduation related stuff.
Reading Evie in the book is always weird. Does anyone else feel that way? I think itâs partially how Melissa writes Evie compared to how Sofia plays Evie. Like I feel like Melissa writes Evie like a continuation of Evie from D1, super sweet and smart, but mostly a whole lot of sugar princess bubbly. Sofia I feel plays Evie like someone who is still kind but could potentially give Ben a run for his money if she ever decided that she was interested in overthrowing Ben as ruler of Auradon.
Anyway, though Evie was âdoingâ a lot of things, she didnât really seem to have that big of a role in terms of deciding what to do with the Isle kids. It felt like a lot of that fell on Mal and I guess a lot of the character development that I was hoping Evie would get was given to Mal.
Speaking of Mal, I also think Melissa writes Mal as if sheâs building off of D1 Mal instead of D2 Mal, which for the most part made reading Mal, in my opinion, a little bit more bearable. I think it also helps that we get insight into Malâs thoughts in the books so even though we may not agree with her, the things that she does doesnât feel so out of the blue as it does if weâre just watching the movies.
Speaking of movies, letâs talk about VK Day.
OmgâŚgotta say, Melissa is a gem who really tries to cover the plot holes that are obviously in the movies even though itâs so apparent the moviesâ writers donât care sometimes (like explaining how Freddie magically has a younger sister and also giving a valid, though kind of sucky, reason why Freddie wouldnât be at Auradon if Celia came over: Freddie graduated and is probably off somewhere traveling). I think I read somewhere that she writes the books once the script for the movie is done and tries to work her magic to fill in the space in between.Â
But VK Day���okay, so Melissa definitely stretched it but if D3 actually confirms it, which means that movieâs writers actually thought of this and Melissa merely just expanded on it, itâs not nearly as much of a hot mess as we originally thought. (I mean, VK Day is still a hot mess but maybe itâs not as bad.)Â
So in the book at least, what we see as VK Day was intentionally done. Okay not the posters, Mal and the others actually thought that was a good idea, but the whole âGood to Be Badâ thing makes a little more sense because no one was originally applying because they either werenât interested in anything related to Auradon even if there life would get better.Â
Now I know some people would be like, âWhat? Why would they turn down a chance to be in a better place?â The short answer is long term trauma. For some people who have lived in very bad environments itâs really hard for them to really comprehend their life being any different. Also, itâs a matter of knowing your enemy. On the Isle, though itâs dangers, everyone knows what to expect to a certain extent. Suddenly dragging kids over to Auradon would actually probably being traumatizing in its own respect. (I could go on about that but youâre here for Fanfic/Theory Writer Edream93, not for Professional Therapist Edream93).
Anyway, Melissa made VK Day just barely work with the whole, âWe gotta kind of trick the Isle kids into thinking that this is their chance to potentially be known as the baddest villains in Auradon because saying that theyâll get a good education, warm bed, good food, and be in a non abusive environment is not apparently appealing to them.â Which again, makes sense to me because thatâs kind of how trauma works.
So yeah, the whole Good To Be Bad thing was intentionally done that way, at least according to Melissa. Weâll have to see if thatâs how they actually planned it in D3.
Overall, the book was kind of underwhelming and seemed mostly like a clean up of missed plot holes. Melissa tried to throw in a vague Marry reference (I say vague because I do recognize I could be reading too much into it) but there were more vague Huma references so Iâd say Melissa is leaning more towards Huma. Also, and Iâm assuming if youâre reading this far you donât care about spoilers, I think itâs supposed to ease us into the whole, âHades is Malâs fatherâ thing which Iâm still hoping itâll be something like âIâm not your dad, Mal, but I knew him and I owe him for something that he did so thatâs why Iâm helping you.â The likelihood of that is low but a girl can hope.Â
Anyway, hope that answered your questions, anon.Â
#disney descendants#escape from the isle of the lost#escape from the isle of the lost spoilers#descendants 3#descendants 3 spoilers#edream93 answers
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The Silk Parade
Part I â Wild Radiance
The cake was salty. Granted, salted caramel cakes were supposed to have a certain degree of salt â it was in the name, after all â but something was off. Natalia gave a tight-lipped smile to the people at her table and excused herself through the food in her mouth, taking her napkin with her.
She had always been told that the food at the biannual Silk Parade was the best in the nation. When the invitation arrived in the mail, she imagined a night full of dishes made by master chefs, accenting their steaks with flecks of gold or whatever it was they did to make food fancy. Only when she was sure nobody was watching did she spit her mouthful into the napkin, grimacing.
âIs everything all right, miss?â someone asked, but she did not look. Instead she nodded and hurried the other way until their hand was on her arm and she was forced to pay some attention.
Natalia forced a smile. âWonderful,â she said. âSimply delectable.â
The attendant â still holding onto her arm â was resplendent in a dress that seemed to be made entirely out of living flowers and butterflies, and somehow the colors all blended with each other. She took a moment to look the whole thing over, immediately caught up once again in the wondrous aspect of fashion that came with this night. If she remembered correctly, this galaâs theme was âWild Radianceâ, and they captured it perfectly.
Each of the flowers seemed to be a different shade of soft orange or red, blooming and closing as if on their own cycles. The butterflies followed suit, creating a mesmerizing flow of wings and petals that were all somehow perfectly timed with each other.
It put Nataliaâs own dress, a fiery orange garment that flared out with petals towards the bottom hem, to shame. She had previously loved the way the orange made her dark brown skin glow, but now the look seemed drab. Underwhelming.
âExcellent,â the attendant smiled. âMay I take you on a tour of the kitchen? Iâm sure your father would quite like to see our operation.â
âIâm sure he would,â Natalia said. âToo bad you get me instead.â
The attendant simply laughed, but the look in their eyes said it all. âCome this way.â
She followed the attendant across the dining hall, trying to pick out each and every design for the night. How many people would wear these again? How many would be simply tossed aside, shoved into a display case to be seen in mansion hallways decades later?
As they walked, she caught dresses and suits and headwear and jewelry and makeup and all sorts of different wonderful things in brilliant shades of purples and yellow and everything in between. None of them paid her any attention, but why would they? The famous reason she was here wasnât even at the banquet.
âI think your father would be especially pleased to know that we used his recipes and his recipes only for tonightâs meal,â the attendant said, breaking through Nataliaâs haze.
âOnly⌠his recipes?â she asked, and the attendant nodded. âIncluding the salted caramel cake?â
âHow could we exclude that?â they laughed. âItâs iconic.â
âIconic indeed,â she hummed along, surveying the crowd. What were the chances that she could get back here at the next banquet?
They arrived at the kitchen doors and the attendant pushed them open, inviting Natalia to lead the way. She wasnât sure what she expected to see, but it wasnât a large group of teenagers following recipes off the screens of their tablets. They wore plain gray aprons smeared with flour, batter, and various different sauces. They looked clueless and completely exhausted. Natalia raised an eyebrow and the attendant gave a nervous smile before clapping her hands to get the cooksâ attention. âEveryone, this is Natalia,â she said, making a grand gesture, âthe daughter of Chef Mirialo.â
Everyone murmured and greeting and went back to their work, except for one worker. She watched Natalia with dark mono-lidded eyes, lifting her chin to meet Nataliaâs gaze. The feeling sent shivers down her spine, the sudden feeling of being watched setting her nerves on edge.
âLooks like everything is in order here,â Natalia said, pretending for once to have a knowledge of cooking and how kitchens work.
âFantastic,â the attendant beamed. âLetâs get you back to your table, then.â
âI actually need to run to the bathroom for a moment,â she said, then hurried away in the direction she was pretty sure was the bathroom.
It took a while, a couple of twists and turns and some run-ins with almost-acquaintances â as in people who somehow knew her father â but she got there. The din of the massive dining room was muffled behind the door and she took a deep breath walking to the mirror. Someone walked in behind her and directly into the nearest stall.
âRough night?â she asked, and received no reply. âYeah, weâve all been there.â A whispering began and she assumed the girl had taken some sort of hallucinogen; apparently those were getting popular at parties now.
She leaned in closer to the mirror to check her hair, to make sure each of the gold and orange artificial lilies were in perfect position in her coarse black hair. Usually her father encouraged her to âtameâ it, but tonight â as with every other occasion in his absence â she had let loose her hair and it now framed her face like a dark halo. Her shimmering gold lipstick seemed to be wearing off, but that wasnât something she could fix.
Every detail became a point of focus as she tried to further procrastinate going out into the sea of people once again. Someone came out of the stall behind her and she offered a smile. âKeep some waterââ
Then there was a knife at her throat.
Salted caramel cake was supposed to be a foolproof plan. The client had told her upon hire that it was a crowd favorite, a recipe invented by the chefâs daughter herself and perfected to a tee. She had dropped the poison in herself, insisted on serving the girlâs table. It should have gone without a hitch.
So why did Natalia Mirialo walk into the kitchen to observe the cooks work like everything was perfectly fine?
She called her underboss, who picked up on the fourth ring. âWhoâs ringinâ?â
âWho do ya fuckinâ think?â She paused, lowering her voice. âSomethingâs up. I put the poison in and sheâs walkinâ like itâs nothing. Did you do me dirty?â
âI wouldnât never do nothing like that,â the cronie on the other line stammered. âWho do ya take me for?â
A rat, she thought. âThen tell me why sheâs breathinâ.â
There was silence on the other line. âIâI donât know,â he said.
âGotta do everything for myself around here,â she growled. Before she hung up the phone, she added, âYouâre paying for this once I get this contract settled.â
âWait, bossââ
She hung up and drew the knife from its sheath inside the waistband of her pants. The Saint almost felt bad for this girlâs impending freeze until she remembered the mistakes of her imbecil father. You donât cheat the Saint, and you sure as hell donât get away with it.
This time she recognized the flaming orange of the girlâs dress, and she took a step forward. Another step and she placed a hand on the girlâs shoulder, getting close enough to place a blade on her throat from behind.
âDonât make this hard for me,â she warned.
The girl began to hyperventilate. The Saint watched as her chest rose and fell, faster and faster untilâ
âAre you gonnaââ
âKill ya? Unfortunately for you, thatâs the plan,â she said, flicking a piece of dark hair out of her eyes.
âWhy?â
âAsk your father when he makes his way up there with you.â
Her shoulders sag and a dangerous anger burns in her eyes before she hides it. âHe made a deal, didnât he? Youâre with the mobs.â
âThatâs a bit of an uncivilized term,â the Saint said, taking on a bit of the regality she had learned from these events. âWe prefer organized âserviceâ â anyway, thatâs not the point.â She pressed the blade a little harder and the girl whimpered.
âWhy me?â
âHe didnât pay. Ever heard of âlife for a lifeâ?â
âThat⌠sounds kind of illegal, actually.â
The Saint smiled a cruel smile, leaning forward and tilting her head. âNothingâs legal around here, darling.â
âDonât call me that.â She paused. âAnd if itâs really that important to you, he couldnât come because heâs sick. Really sick.â
âWhatâre you saying?â
There was a pause and that same anger flashed in the girlâs eyes again. This time, she didnât do as good of a job to mask it. âYou could make it look like an accident.â
âYou want to help me kill your father?â The Saint blinked. Of all the things she had experienced in this short lifetime, helping someone ice their own blood was not one of them.
She coughed, refusing to meet the Saintâs eyes. âI wouldnât say help⌠IâI just donât wanna die.â
The Saint sheathed her knife. âWhere can I find him?â
âAt my house. Itâsââ the Saint held her hand up; she already knew the Mirialo address. What good boss didnât?
âJust donât walk in on the crime, and you wonât get caught up in it. Sound good?â
âHow long should I wait?â
The Saint paused. âIâll have to do some cleaning,â she murmured, âand then⌠Just attend every after party you can find.â The girl nodded. âDonât get in my way.â She had no intention of cleaning up, really, but she would have preferred not to give a witness any more opportunity to sell her out.
She sheathed her blade again in an easy movement and walked back out into the party. It was easy to blend into the crowd as a serviceman â of a different kind â as she dialed the same number. It sent her immediately to voicemail and she made a mental note to talk to her subordinates about this. âOur contract has been changed a bit. Donât bother calling, Iâve got this whole charade under control. Weâre going after the man himself.â
Nataliaâs heart pounded in her chest; even after the dark-haired girl from the kitchen disappeared, she couldnât seem to get it back to a normal pace. With a shaky breath, she placed her hands on either side of the sink and leaned in towards the mirror. There was a light sheen of sweat on her deep tan skin, but nothing drastic enough to ruin the makeup on her face.
âDid I almost justââ
Someone walked into the room and she straightened up immediately.
ââruin my makeup? Oh, stars, I hope not.â
Whoever walked in rushed over immediately, putting their hands on her face. Iâve never regretted saying anything more. She put her face close to Nataliaâs, inspecting her makeup.
âNo, darling, youâre fine,â she said after a while, releasing Nataliaâs face. âI do admire the layer of gold in your eyeshadow, by the way.â
âThanks,â Natalia said, jerking away before rushing back to the party.
The gala had continued on without her, and it was safe to say they were getting drunker by the moment. Someone latched onto her arm and she let them follow her for a moment before batting them away. The people at her table watched as she sat down, quieting down.
âWhat?â she asked, a numb feeling growing in her chest. Her father would die on this night.
There were a few shrugs and Natalia covered her lap with someone elseâs dark red cloth. A slice of salted caramel chocolate with a single bite taken sat on her plate; knowing now what was inside, she shuddered and repressed her appetite. She couldnât quite bring herself to partake in the festivities everyone else seemed to be enjoying. The easygoing comfort she had felt before was slowly replaced with a terrible cold feeling, one that started in her chest and spread out to the tips of her fingers.
She just signed her fatherâs life away.
A fleeting idea of her ability to save him ignited in her mind but she extinguished it just as quickly. If she got in that⌠that assassinâs way, sheâd be putting her own life on the line as well.
Her father, the famous Dante Mirialo, would die tonight.
And she could do nothing to stop it.
Natalia found herself lost in a sea of bright colors, blooming dresses and suits themed after all sorts of colorful bugs and flowers. It was a spectacle, really, a once in a lifetime experience for someone like her. Someone offered her a dance.
She stood and pushed past them, ignoring the strange girlâs warning to stay out longer than usual. At the door, the grand entrance, a man in a plain black uniform â sleek but drab against the background of the crowd â stopped her.
He checked a list and handed her an envelope, but she didnât dare open it yet. Instead she hailed a taxi and gave them her address; the driver tried to make small talk about her fatherâs wellbeing and the gala. She shut the speaking window and opened the envelope.
It was an invitation to the next Biannual Silk Parade. The paper was like a blade in her hands, but she didnât dare let go.
She changed into her pajamas before calling the emergency line. She looked through his cracked door while she spoke the the operator. A pool of blood soaked into the carpet; certainly the girl had meant to be cleaner with Nataliaâs death than with her fatherâs.
At least someone prioritized her over her father.
She looked down to the invitation in her hand. It was addressed to Natalia Mirialo, not to Dante. Not even an invitation to come in his place. No, this was all hers; she walked into her room with a soft smile and stayed there as the paramedics make their futile attempts to revive Dante.
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