Brador 1, 2, 25, 7 <3
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1. Why do you like or dislike this character?
I like Brador a lot!! I love his design, for starters: both the very concept of a normal dude in normal suit putting a cleric beast scalp over himself and just his face underneath! Also a really mysterious character. A kind of misanthropic, likely nihilist philosopher that has a lot to say on life, human nature and society! I am a huge sucker for such characters.. even if within Soulsborne, this kind of deep insight (HA) on the world is usually misery and despair. What always draws me in is "a character worth talking to"!
He feels for me like someone that defends the (morally questionable) fundament of the Healing Church because he is blackpilled on how exposing the truth and changing the system will be just another pointless turn of the vicious cycle. Like... bro, you telling me you don't realize that Church's ways are doomed after witnessing Laurence (or another cleric) become a beast too? You might be a dumb bitch but you are not stupid! It strikes me more as him wanting the institution to run its natural course into dying, without extra panic or god forbid, a more corrupt person taking the mantle after Laurence's authority is crashed. But interpretation of him just being a very devout, lovestruck madman that stands with his (not yet) cancelled boss is fun and is good too! He is very depressing yet engaging character in either way!
2. Favorite canon thing about this character?
Weird, but I love how he secluded himself in the cell and haven't had anyone visit it in... decades, maybe? His real body is old! And only attacked via astral projection. I get this is just more efficient and safe seeing how the bells and curses work in Bloodborne setting, but why not ring the bell from the comfort of his bedroom or something? He either didn't even trust himself to keep his mouth shut, or it was the price he was willing to pay to never part with the beast hyde of the person he valued (because someone might connect the dots for all you know), or both!
25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?
I feel deja vu, I swear I said that somewhere already.. My first exposure to him was a portrait of him and some other hunters on a shared canvas, and he was depicted without the beast scalp! Seeing his (very flattering xd) portrait and title 'Brador the Church assassin' gave me an impression of a very serious, collected, handsome guy that'd just stalk the enemies and quietly kill them...
Well, turned out that he was a bit more feral than them, not to mention using not a poisoned dagger but an ass huge mace with the spikes made out of his own blood! 🤣 Not that I started to perceive him as, how kids call it, "skrungly scrimblo", but apparently some passion and madness got added to my initial much chill impression x) I like both the reality and the first impression, though! Guess you can't go wrong with the concept of an assassin in any way.
7. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you like?
Wait, fandom does things for this character?? WHERE????? /lh
Okay, I jest, Brador is just unfairly underrated xd But I fucking love the theory about him killing Laurence, it makes sense and it is the most heartbreaking one! ...until someone writes a very engaging and deep story between him and a cleric OC friend, I guess... I also enjoy when him and Maria interact! They are functionally doing the same thing, and share this "Fools do not become smart when they are given knowledge, they just become more dangerous fools" attitude.
Thank you for the ask! <:3
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The New Normal, Chapter 2
Adjusting to life after saving the world was easier said than done. It took time, but Macy was working on it, one step at a time.
Macy-centric, post season one AU.
A/N: Please enjoy :)
Also on AO3
X
“This couldn’t wait until it stopped raining?” Maggie complained as they turned the corner off of main street.
She was struggling to keep up with Macy who held the umbrella they were sharing. Macy glanced over and slowed down to match her pace, shifting the umbrella to cover her more. Maggie had been over the moon at their impromptu shopping trip. And she eagerly latched onto Macy’s idea for the balcony garden.
“It’s been raining for days,” Mel said from behind them. “We all have time today. Might as well make the most of it.”
“Sorry,” Maggie grumbled, looping her arm through Macy’s to keep her from speeding up again. “I haven’t had a good hair day in weeks, excuse me for being a little grumpy.”
“A little?” Mel questioned with scoff.
Maggie looked over her shoulder, jerking Macy’s arm a little to make a face at Mel. She felt the cold water from the ground splash against the back of her legs and imagined Mel kicking at a puddle in retaliation to Maggie’s face making.
Macy chuckled to herself as Maggie faced forward again. She missed this, the endearingly juvenile moments where they were nothing more than three sisters. She regretted keeping them at arms length for so long.
Maggie bumped her shoulder against hers and Macy swallowed, looking over with her eyebrows raised.
“You’re being awfully quiet,” Maggie said, her voice quiet. “You okay?”
“Fine,” Macy said, feeling her jaw tightening involuntarily.
“You sure?”
She shrugged Maggie’s hand away and straightened her shoulders. “I said I’m fine.”
Macy didn’t mean to be so short and she knew Maggie meant well, but it was her knee jerk reaction. It made her feel like they were walking on eggshells around her, waiting for her to crumble. She wasn’t going to crumble. She wasn’t going break. Macy missed her sisters, but she didn’t want to spend the day feeling like a burden.
Macy stopped and turned around to face them. Maggie’s eyes shone with quiet concern and Mel looked apprehensive.
“Look,” she started with a sigh. “I promise I’m okay. I just want to go shopping. Okay?”
They were silent an uncomfortably long time as they stared at her. It was Mel who spoke first.
“The store’s just around the corner,” she said, pointing down the road. “Should have everything we’re looking for.”
Maggie offered a small smile. “And we have to stop in the antique store.”
“Great,” Macy said, holding her arm out for Maggie again. She was relieved that she took it without hesitation. “Let’s go.”
Macy caught Mel’s smirk, as Maggie tugged her along again. Macy let out a breath. Not a great start, but at least they were back to familiar.
X
Mel was right, they got seeds, starter pots, soil and some new gardening tools all in one place. They put it all in the car and Maggie dragged Macy and Mel to the antique store by the hands. Mel drifted off on her own when they stepped inside, but Maggie stayed by Macy’s side, lazily guiding her through the winding rows of antiques.
She didn’t say much outside of pointing out a few things that would be nice to replace some of the furniture they’d lost to the never ending stream of creatures, good and evil, passing through the house.
“I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier,” Macy said when Maggie stopped them in front of a display of incomplete dining sets. “You didn’t deserve that.”
Maggie shrugged and let go of her arm to pick up a tea cup from the shelf. “It’s okay.”
“It’s not,” Macy argued, shaking her head.
“We can be overbearing and you asked for space,” Maggie said, returning the tea cup to its place. “I can’t help but worry sometimes.”
“I know.” Macy followed behind her as she moved further down the row of shelves. “But we all went through hell last year. You have your own stuff to deal with. I don’t want to be another one of your problems.”
Maggie let out a snort and picked up a plate, tracing her finger over the floral pattern that wove around the edge.
“What?” Macy asked, turning to look at the mismatched assortment of cups and bowls.
“For someone so smart, you can be really dumb sometimes, Mace.” Maggie put the plate back and kept moving down the shelf. “No offense.”
Macy chuckled softly, tilting her head to one side. “I’m a little offended.”
“You’re my sister, whether you like it or not you are my problem. Mel too. Forever.” she said, meeting Macy’s eyes with a soft smile. “You might not need us there all the time, but we’re here. Just in case.”
Macy reached out and pulled Maggie against her. Maggie’s arms wound around her waist and held her tightly.
“I love you, Mags.” Macy said softly and she heard Maggie sniff against her coat. “I’m here for you too. Forever.”
Maggie pulled away, shaking her head and swiping at the tears that had dripped onto her cheeks.
“Well, this is embarrassing,” she said with short laugh, meeting Macy’s eyes.
Macy reached out and squeezed her shoulder, offering a smile. Tears stung her own eyes, but they didn’t fall. She was too good at keeping them in.
“It’s not exactly ideal to be having this conversation in the middle of a store.”
Maggie laughed and looked at Macy seriously. “But it needed to be said. We’re better together and all that right?”
Macy nodded, looping her arm through Maggie’s. “Right,” she agreed.
“There you are,” Mel said, coming around the corner. She faltered for a moment, taking in their red rimmed eyes and the fresh tear tracks in Maggie’s makeup. “Everything okay?”
Macy glanced over at Maggie who nodded. “We’re good.”
“Good.” She blew out a breath and dragged a hand through her hair. “I don’t know about you two, but I’m starving. You wanna grab something to eat?”
“Definitely,” Macy said.
“Not before I’ve had a chance to fix,” Maggie gestured at her face with her free hand. “All of this.”
Mel rolled her eyes and turned for the door. Macy exchanged a smile with Maggie and followed after Mel, feeling lighter than she had when they walked into the store.
X
Mel picked the diner right around the corner from the antique shop. It wasn’t Macy’s favorite, but it was the closest and there wasn’t a wait. Maggie went back to the car to fix her makeup, while Mel and Macy sat in the booth looking at their menus in silence.
That feeling returned, the one she got earlier when Mel started to leave after bringing her breakfast. Emboldened by her earlier talk with Maggie, Macy cleared her throat.
“Mel?”
Mel flipped the menu over, but didn’t look up. “Huh?”
“There’s something I want to tell you,” Macy said, wringing her hands in her lap. Her palms were sweaty and she felt some of the nerve she’d worked up start to slip away. Maggie was always easier to talk to, but this was something she wanted to talk about with Mel.
Mel glanced up with a raised eyebrow. “What’s up?”
Macy opened her mouth, but closed it again, searching for the right words. She clutched her fingers under the table and took a deep breath. Mel watched her, waiting for her to say something. Mel liked direct, so Macy decided that she would just come out with it. Lay everything on the table for Mel to process and analyze and wait for her to respond.
“I got a job,” she said, dropping her gaze to the table. “My dream job, in Ann Arbor. And I was going to take it.”
Mel tensed, her jaw tightening visibly. She sucked in a breath and then another before she relaxed against the booth.
“But you didn’t take it?” she asked, her tone calmer than Macy expected.
“How could I?” Macy shrugged and words started tumbling out of her before she could stop them. “I was ready to run because everything here hurt so much and it was a chance for a, for a fresh start. Ann Arbor is only two hours away and I could come back to help when you guys needed me to. It was perfect.”
Mel tilted her head to one side, her expression softening. “What stopped you?”
“I don’t know. Everytime I started packing or when I worked up the courage to tell you and Maggie, I chickened out. There’s still a half packed suitcase in my closet.” She blew out a breath, shaking her head at herself. “But as much as it hurt to be here, with all the reminders of Galvin and everything else that happened, deep down I knew I didn’t really want to leave. It was just the easiest thing to do at the time.”
The corner of Mel’s mouth quirked up and she reached across the table, her palm open and inviting. Macy didn’t hesitate taking Mel’s hand and relaxed when she squeezed her fingers.
“But I have you and Maggie and even though our lives are less than stable on a good day, I realized I don’t want to go back to being alone.”
“Trust me, you don’t have to worry about being alone ever again,” Mel said softly. She swallowed and her eyes were shining under the fluorescent lights overhead.
Macy smiled. “So I’ve been told.”
Mel squeezed her hand again. “And if you ever need to talk, I’m here you know. You don’t have to sit out in the rain by yourself all morning.”
“I like the rain,” Macy argued.
Mel pulled her hand away with a low chuckle. She looked back down at the menu, a smile tugging at her lips.
“You could always join me out there,” Macy said and Mel looked up at her again. “If you ever wanted to talk or anything.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
The click of Maggie’s heels against the floor drew Macy’s attention and she squeezed into the booth beside her.
“Did you guys order yet?” she asked looking between Macy and Mel.
“Not yet,” Mel answered, turning her menu over again.
“We were waiting for you,” Macy said, sliding her menu in front of Maggie.
Maggie smiled. “Thanks.”
X
“Thank you for coming with me,” Macy said as they walked up the stairs to the front door. “Today was fun.”
“Just like old times,” Maggie grunted, shifting the bags in her arms.
“What old times?” Mel asked skeptically and Macy could imagine her raised eyebrow without looking over at her. “There wasn’t exactly time for anything other than preventing the apocalypse since we got our powers.”
“Well we should make this a regular thing,” Maggie said and Macy caught her sticking her tongue out Mel.
“I agree,” Macy spoke up, moving in front of Maggie to unlock the front door.
“I’m in too, but maybe next time we could do something that doesn’t involve four hours walking around downtown in the rain,” Mel said, shuffling in behind them.
Macy walked to set her bags down in the living room and sighed in relief when she shrugged her coat off of her shoulders.
“Sister Saturdays?” Maggie said, her voice taking on the squeaky quality it got when she was excited. “Just the three of us?”
“We could see a movie next week,” Macy suggested, rejoining them in the foyer. “Go for drinks after? No walking around in the rain for hours involved.”
Mel slumped against the door and closed her eyes. “Sounds wonderful,” she pushed herself away from the door suddenly, pulling her phone out of her pocket. “I have to get ready and I smell like a wet dog. Text me when you pick a movie.”
She was up the stairs before Macy or Maggie could say anything else. Maggie turned to Macy, grinning.
“This is gonna be so fun and I know the perfect movie for all of us. And can we please find a different bar than The Haunt?” she asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet.
Macy smiled. “Whatever you want, I picked what we did today. Thanks for sticking it out in the rain.”
“Any time. Do you want some help bringing this stuff upstairs?” She gestured at the bags around foyer.
Macy shook her head levitating one of the bags for a moment before setting it down gently. “I’ve got it.”
“Okay. I have to head back over to Kappa, but I’ll text you the movie trailer,” she promised before she hurried out the door.
Macy stood there for a long time, looking around at the spoils of the day. This was what she missed, just a day with her sisters. No pressing magical emergencies, no work or school or anything else. Just the three of them. It was a step in the right direction, getting back across the bridge between them.
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