#vanea xenoblade

[aerithcloud]

I love the way the Fiora/Meyneth dynamic is handled in the way Mio/M ended up being handled. Mio and Fiora were saved from their death through another being. Due to this, they feel they have to make a change in the world that they would've wanted, to honour their memory.

[theawezomeone]

Vanea and Gadolt!!

[wall-maria-around-ba-sing-se]

Am I reading too far into it or are Zanza and Meyneth’s human names made out of the names of their respective mortals from Xenoblade 1?

Klaus: Shulk backwards (kluhS -> Klaus)

Galea: either a feminized version of an anagram of Egil (gilE + a -> Galea) or a remix of both Egil and Vanea’s names gil + ea -> Galea

[frickingcasual]

rebuilding alcamoth during the future connected credits

[artificervaldi]

HELLO XENOBLADE FANDOM!

Ever think about XC1 being the only game without a prequel? Well, I can fix that!

Here's a 10 chapter, 26k word fic I wrote about the time of the Giants, Egil, and the possession of Arglas!

[leeches-drawer]

just realized I've never posted my Xenoblade Chronicles 3 ocs here, so why not change that! today I introduce to you: Vanaea the Bygone Warrior, and Bluebelle the Wistful Guard

(more info under the cut)

I don't have many drawings of them, with that one being just from tonight, so bear with me for the lack of pictures.

so to start off with, here's some basic descriptions:

Vanaea - A reckless attacker, she constantly thirsts for a good battle. she often throws herself into conflict without a second thought, leading her partner (romantic) Bluebelle to go chasing after her and desperately try to draw the massive aggro away from her. she loves to live on the edge, and lives a somewhat careless life, living only for the adrenaline rush. when not putting her life on the line, she enjoys adventure as a whole. ever since escaping the flame clock through genocidal means, she has been wandering the world with Bluebelle, exploring every nook and cranny that Aionios has to offer. she is usually rather stoic in her display, though she can get excited very easily, especially in the face of a threat. she's always looks for a new experience, so that her life never gets dull as it reaches its bitter end. she escaped death once, and will continue to, all while hoping that her life never gets lost in vain. if she doesn't make it to her homecoming, then she at least wants to go out swinging. an unarmed death is a pathetic one, and she will fight like hell to see her life to its end.

Bluebelle - an apathetic Kevesi off-seer, this Machina lives only for the sake of seeing the next day. they don't fear death itself, with it being so prevalent in their life, but they instead fear the concept of the unknown after. what lies in that inky darkness when you close your eyes for good. so with a brittle heart, they fight on, keeping their girlfriend by their side. apart from living for the sake of avoiding the terrible unknown, they also live to protect. Vanaea has become their tether to the world, their reason to live amongst all this agony. however, their girlfriend's recklessness constantly worries them and gets on their nerves, so they often end up bickering over their exchange in danger. they're often quite tired, doing the bare minimum every day, all while playing deeply melancholic tunes on their standard Keves style flute.

now I offer some refs, to get a better look at their designs

the text reads:

Vanaea

- 10th term (early)

- Role: Attacker

- Class: Bygone Warrior

- Weapon: (Twin) Gunknives

- Colony 5 (survivor)

- she/he

Bluebelle

- 10th term (early)

- Role: Defender

- Class: Wistful Guard

- Weapon: Decorated Sabres

- Colony 5 (survivor)

- they/them

Vanaea's weapons up close, with assorted details

the two's Arts palettes, top being Vanaea's, bottom being Bluebelle's. each of those read:

Hack 'n Slash - Break

Winged Revolution - back Topple

Abandon All Thought - Evade

Dripping Revolt - AOE

Sidestep Slash - draw aggro

Smokescreen - Daze

Wilting Flower - Taunt

Drifting Petal - draw aggro, phys def. down

[void-kissed]

taken life, given soul (Xenoblade Ship Week 2023 Day 1)

Vanea's work in constructing Face Nemesis requires a suitable pilot to house the soul of Lady Meyneth. After finally acquiring a worthy candidate, she is surprised to learn that the chosen Homs still lives after the procedure, and is even more surprised at her willingness to strike up conversation with a supposed enemy. (2311 words)The second part of this writing replaces the Face Nemesis cutscene from the end of Chapter Six.

This is the first meeting between Vanea and my self-insert, Citri! ..Not the most conventional or romantic of first meetings, but here it is in writing nonetheless! Despite being a couple of days late on the finishing, I decided that hopefully this could be fitted to this year's Xenoblade Chronicles ship week, as set up by a friend of mine - I hope that that's alright ^-^

(Anyone is welcome to comment on or reblog my work if they wish, as long as my DNI is respected! Tag list and document transcript are under the readmore.)

Tag list: @dragonsmooch | @hiraya-rbs | @bugsband | @sunlight-ships | @winds-beloved | @goatfaggot | @starlit-selfships | @stargazer-sims | @sharkyaoi | @detective-with-one-arm | @deepsea-loves | @wexlcr | @artificervaldi | @thatslikesometaldude (To be tagged in (or stop being tagged in) what I make, please see this post!)

Document transcript:

The Central Factory that lay within the chest of the Mechonis was where all Homs were taken after their capture, ready to be repurposed in the bodies of the Faced Mechon and used to assault the titan they had once dwelled upon. The recent attack on Colony 9 had provided the Mechon with some valuable resources, even if some of the initial reports were conveying worrying news about a new wielder of the Monado arising. Within the metal walls of the facility, new Mechon soldiers of all kinds were constantly being manufactured, mass-produced Faces among them. All operations were brilliantly orchestrated by the lone man spearheading the charge against the Bionis, who even now was doubtless deep in thought about how best to proceed in his efforts.

However, in an illuminated chamber that sat above the rest of the vast factory, his sister - a similarly-tall Machina woman with long grey hair - was overseeing the automated construction of a vast white-silver figure. Its parts all towered above her, interlaced with golden details and a doubled red diamond on its helmet-like faceplate. Below the mechanical figure lay an additional array of compatible pieces resembling parts of a human body, ready and waiting for a pilot to be fitted into them. Dozens of individual pieces were being put together by fine machinery, each one being subtly tweaked or modified as the woman carefully adjusted the many glowing controls before her, but the overall structure had yet to be properly assembled.

"Lady Vanea." came a sudden voice from the communication system above the woman. "There is a matter which requires your attention."

"What is it?" Vanea responded, addressing the empty chamber with cautious, distracted uncertainty. "I am still trying to resolve the faults in this Face's digits; can the matter not wait until this is resolved?"

The other voice seemed to pause, but only for a moment, before continuing its announcement. "It is about the pilot for the Face you are currently working on. Two potential candidates have been identified by our preliminary systems."

That was enough to catch Vanea's ear, as her eyes widened slightly before she finally turned her head to face the other voice. "..Very well. Please bring them here immediately, then."

A few robotic chirps could be heard, before further machinery began to whir into action - this time at the other end of the chamber, which Vanea had now turned to face with her back to the silver Face's controls. Its parts continued to be constructed without her direction, aside from what should have eventually become its pilot's fingers, given that they still lacked the proper range of movement to be fitted onto such an important Faced Mechon.

After a few moments, an opening appeared in the dark metal floor of the chamber, and the bodies of two young Homs women were lifted up through it, held up by actuators from the factory. Both looked somewhat similar at the first glance, being the same height and appearing of similar age - they both had golden blonde hair (though one wore it in a long dishevelled plait where the other's only fell to just past her shoulders), and as they were each scanned for further information, Vanea could see on the displays that they both had dark green eyes. One had freckles dotting her shoulders and rounded cheeks, and was littered with a number of scrapes and bruises, while the other's skin was clearer and she appeared to have suffered one particularly significant wound that had clawed at her clavicle.

"..What about these Homs has marked them out as worthy vessels?" Vanea asked, before the continued operations of the myriad machines circling each Homs began to output the pertinent results on the floating screens around her in the chamber. Carefully examining the data that had been gathered, Vanea found the answers lying within each girl's scanned memories, snapshots playing from them like a slideshow - the pair clearly shared a long history with not only each other, but also several other inhabitants of their home colony, and one boy with light blonde hair stood out particularly strongly to the Machina.

"..The Heir of the Monado." she said aloud in recognition.  "They were both friends with him, it would seem.."

She pored over the memories closely, trying to glean what information she could about the two Homs' personalities from them. It seemed like somewhat of an invasion of privacy to do this, but it was of the utmost importance that everything was as perfect as it could be for her current project, so such measures had to be taken to ensure the correct compatibility. Finally, after some time, she had made her decision - it was the freckled Homs with the longer hair who would be used for this purpose, due to the piercing injury sustained by the other one potentially making it difficult for the key component to be added correctly. The glimpses of her many days spent pursuing scientific endeavours with the Monado's newest wielder had also caught Vanea's eye more strongly.

"Please take this girl and prepare her for piloting Nemesis." the Machina stated to her assistant machinery, before turning to look over her shoulder at the unfortunate error still blaring from the screens behind her. "..Adjust the current pilot specifications to her body plan, but- try to preserve her original hands, if possible. That may have to be the workaround for the defects in the current digits, non-ideal though it may be.."

She then sighed, and addressed the chosen girl's companion.

"This other one does still hold promise, though.. Perhaps see whether any of our experimental designs might be compatible with her frame - Azure, for example."

As the machinery around her whirred to action once more according to her choices, and each girl was sent to her fate, Vanea took a moment to compose herself, staring up at the pieces of her dream - the central prism of golden metal standing out above all others.

A vessel had finally been found to hold the soul of her people's goddess, and with her divine revival thus at hand, the time had come for the tides of war to shift.

As long as everything in this experiment proceeded as it was meant to, the end to such ceaseless conflict may have finally begun.

What a shame that the Homs' past would be erased in the process..

==========

Enough time had passed for all the preparations to be made. The Homs girl chosen by Vanea now had most of her body replaced by the mechanical components made beforehand, each piece now individually modified to ensure maximum compatibility with her remaining reconfigured immune and nervous systems. The only parts of her left that still appeared biological were her head above the neck and her hands past the wrists, though even they had received artificial upgrades below the surface to better serve as the Faced Mechon's central nerve unit.

This pilot unit was now being lifted into the central cockpit of the much larger silver Mechon, which had now itself been fully assembled. Its spiked and winged structure hovered high above Vanea like an angel, ready and waiting dutifully for its first activation as the final touches were smoothly made to its surfaces.

“Face Nemesis." Vanea began, addressing the construct above her.

"Your frame is complete.  

As is the integration of your pilot."

Some of the assistant Mechon receded, revealing the pilot's unconscious figure sat in place within Nemesis' torso.

"This Homs..  

She holds memories of the Heir of the Monado.  

She appears to have seen him as a friend.  

..I wonder what she would have been like to know.  

But, that is not important here.  

It only means that her body will be an able vessel for you, my Lady.  

All that remains is the soul transfer..”

All other machines departed as the final Mechon descended, carrying the golden metal prism in its grasp. With exactly-calculated precision, the triangular component was fitted onto the chest of the Homs pilot. There was a moment of silence, before familiar red energy started to flow through the body of Face Nemesis; the soul component then started to glow with power, before settling down again as the armoured plating closed over the cockpit chamber.

"..I have fulfilled my duty." Vanea stated, allowing herself to smile as everything finally fell into place.

"You and only you can bring about a new age on Mechonis -

no, the entire world.

My mistress,

Lady Meyneth."

She waited, and then became all too aware of how empty the chambers around her still felt.

"..Lady Meyneth?"

A feminine voice suddenly rang out through Nemesis' speakers, but it was not the kind and caring tone that the Machina so fondly recalled, even all these centuries since she had last heard it directly.

"Ah.. Where.. W-Where am I..?"

Vanea's own voice caught in her throat from hearing such an unexpected response, and her brow furrowed. "You.. Are you Lady Meyneth?"

"What?" came the other voice, sounding weary and confused from inside the Faced Mechon. "No, my name is Citri. Um.. What *is* all of this..?"

At that moment, all Vanea could do was blink. She had never spoken with a Face pilot directly before, and the concern rising inside of her about what she had done wrong was making it all but impossible for her to properly address the anomaly.

"Something has gone wrong with the soul transfer.." she mumbled to herself, beginning to anxiously flit between the different screens and keyboards in her vicinity. "Yet, the scans themselves seem to be indicating that everything is properly in place.. Her presence is clearly *detectable*, and yet the central core is not showing signs of *activity*-"

A sense of panic flared within her, and her ability to maintain a composed exterior was rapidly deteriorating.

"My dearest goddess, what have I done wrong..?"

As she stifled a sob, the sound of mechanical joints moving rang out through the chamber, before they stopped (having been moved in error) and the torso plating opened back up instead.

"Um.. When you say "central core", do you mean this part?"

A tiny *tap-tap* noise, much quieter than any type of metal hitting metal could produce, prompted Vanea to lift her gaze. The Homs girl - *Citri*, as she had called herself - was tapping her still-organic fingernail on the prism of golden metal that was fitted to the chest of her new body.

"..Yes, that is correct." Vanea admitted, blinking uncertainly again.

"It.. feels as though something is inside of it." she then tried to explain, tilting her head as much as the cockpit would allow her to. "Some*one*, rather, if.. what you were saying before about your goddess is true. But.. I'm not sure whether she can wake up yet?"

The Machina took a moment to consider Citri's words. "That would be unfortunate, but.. it is reassuring to know that you are able to sense her presence."

Citri gave a small nod, very tentatively, but her expression was uncertain.

"..What was supposed to have happened?" she then asked.

"That Lady Meyneth's soul would be swiftly transferred into your body, overwriting your own, for her subsequent use as a vessel to pilot Face Nemesis." Vanea stated matter-of-factly. Then she stopped.

"..That was rather callous of me, wasn't it?"

"Somewhat, yes." admitted Citri, who would have mustered a smile if not for how disoriented she still felt. "But if nothing else, you definitely answered me clearly with how you said it, so.. thank you."

An awkward silence then settled in between the two.

"..Could you possibly tell me more about what's happened? What you've done to me, and all?"

The genuine nature of such a question, and the absolute lack of malice that she had expected to permeate through any Homs unwillingly stolen by Mechon, made it impossible for Vanea to simply dismiss the girl's curiosity. Something softened in her expression, and she opened her mouth to try and form an explanation, but the same voice from before piped up through the communication systems as she did so.

"Lady Vanea." it called out. "Master Egil wishes to see you."

This made her pause with some uncertainty. "Understood. Tell him I will see him.. momentarily." she then settled on.

"Acknowledged."

The device whirred away as Vanea's gaze fell back onto Citri, her red eyes meeting her green ones for a moment before neither felt able to hold the gaze further.

"..I apologise for this interruption, but- you may have my word that I shall return to these chambers once I have finished meeting with my brother." she then said. "It may well be that Lady Meyneth has properly awakened by that time, but if not, then.. If you would listen to our story, then I see no harm in sharing it with you."

"I understand." replied Citri. "That means a lot, Vanea."

She smiled at the mention of her name. "You miss little, I see. Very well then. I shall return shortly, Citri."

With nothing more to say for the moment, she then left her alone within Face Nemesis.

Only *after* she had turned to leave the chamber did Vanea realise her own instinctive use of the girl's own name, and she was surprised to have found herself recalling it from one mention. Nevertheless, she persisted in her next objective, doing her utmost to regain her usual composure even as she silently came to the conclusion that it was a name she wished to remember, despite part of her also knowing it was not a name she should have ever had a chance to learn.

Thankfully for both, there would still be many opportunities in the days that followed to converse, and to learn, and to get to know each other more than either could have envisioned beforehand.

[frickingnerd]

Side Characters Masterlist

Alvis

so close, so far away - drabble

don't fight against our love - drabble

poly relationship with shulk & alvis - headcanons

poly relationship with alvis & kallian - headcanons

Kallian

dating kallian antiqua - headcanons

secretly dating kallian antiqua - headcanons

kallian having a crush on you - headcanons

poly relationship with alvis & kallian - headcanons

poly relationship with melia & kallian - headcanons

Tyrea

poly relationship with melia & tyrea - headcanons

caught making out with tyrea - headcanons

tyrea being in denial about her crush on you - headcanons

Egil

jealous egil - headcanons

Vanea

vanea befriending a half high entia - headcanons

Dickson

dating dickson - headcanons

poly relationship with dunban, dickson & mumkhar - headcanons

Mumkhar

poly relationship with dunban, dickson & mumkhar - headcanons

Zanza

yandere zanza - headcanons

Meyneth

dating meyneth

Gael'gar

dating gael'gar - headcanons

yandere gael'gar - headcanons

[tiny-cloud-of-flowers]

a love to last millennia (Vanea/Citri)

The Machina chief's daughter who reawakened her people's lost goddess, and the Homs girl chosen to be the goddess' vessel who nevertheless retained her sense of self. Despite never being meant to meet, the two form a closer bond than either could ever have expected.

setting: Xenoblade Chronicles romantic F/O: Vanea self-insert: Citri Cerinthe names for the selfship: a love to last millennia, vanetri selfship start date: 18th June 2021

Content for this selfship: on this blog | on previous blogs

Some things you may wish to know about this selfship are below the readmore!

Vanea's character tag is "love: a wish for peace (vanea)", while Citri's tag is "self‑insert: vessel of nemesis (citri)". The tag for my selfship as a whole is "selfship: a love to last millennia (vanea/citri)"!

Vanea is the only romantic F/O I have who I have never actually directly played the source of, because I don't own the first Xenoblade Chronicles game. However, this selfship does still have a fair bit of story to it, even despite that ^~^

[kadoodles-on-ao3]

Hi there Xenoblade 1 fans!!! Happy anniversary!!! :)

Do you wish Meyneth got to talk to and interact with the party members more than she did in canon?

Did you already really enjoy Shulk's character arc but are also interested in seeing a slightly different take, where I get to write him suffering from even more extreme emotional anguish?

Do you like character studies and fics that expand upon the source material's lore and themes?

Well I'm currently writing an angsty longfic about just that!!

( If you're a fan of Egil and/or Vanea, you can consider the prologue to be its own oneshot about them as well! :D )

[eaglefairy]

Tonight we got out of the desert and got to Colony 30!

Upon seeing Alexandria: "Whoa, you look special. You have a face."

And then moments later: "She's hot..."

"You're all going to be my friends soon. You have faces, so you're either going to be my friends or you're going to die."

My roommate was so ready to go explore Elaice Highway until she saw the level 40 monsters. That kind of put the kibosh on that.

My roommate is back in full xenoblade exploration swing, as she managed to get to colony 30 before going to Elsie's Spout and thus actually triggering the plot scenes that would induce the plot to happen there. I have a feeling this is going to become a trend

She's spending this whole fight just cooing over Valdi because he's adorable, which is absolutely the correct reaction to have

She's still fawning over Valdi and she just complimented his eyeliner/eyeshadow, to which it took everything in me to not say "he gets it from his mother [Vanea]"

Roommate: "I just met Valdi 5 minutes ago and if anything happens to him I will kill everyone in this room and then myself"

(Which means we're up to two of those so far, Taion and Valdi)

Ok I have a question for the audience that I've had since I played 3 myself: how exactly does field aggro/enemy attention work in this game? I swear I've seen enemies with grayed out icons still aggro onto me, and now I'm seeing it again with my roommate. Does it just not work like 1 in this game? Why does it look the same?

Finished Valdi's Hero Quest and ended for the night, since I have an early morning tomorrow. Holiday weekend means we'll be playing again tomorrow night, so keep an eye out for that!

[whatoccurs]

ok lgbt xenoblade headcanon masterpost. pt 1. edit: pts 2 and 3 in reblogs!

shulk: cis bi dude

fiora: straight trans girl but has a homoerotic thing going on with melia

reyn: cis gay guy

sharla: cis bi girl

dunban: cis bi guy, definitely fucked dickson and mumkhar in the trenches

riki: cis bi guy thing

melia: transbian, afflicted with comphet

dickson: trans gay guy

mumkhar: cis gay guy

xord: trans gay man

juju: juju

otharon: cis but in like the “doesn’t really care to id as anything else” fem gay kinda way

gadot: cis gay man, doesn’t realise it while he’s with sharla

chief dunga: homewrecker

alvis: transmasc genderfluid, any pronouns

kallian: gay trans man

lorithia: uhh bi trans woman. serves cunt

tyrea: cis bi woman

egil: trans gay man

vanea: trans lesbian

miqol: cis gay bear

arlgas: cis bi man

galea/meyneth: trans bi woman

klaus/zanza: cishet chaser

kino: hes like 9, probably hasn’t thought too much abt it

nene: girls who read fight club in middle school

fog king: transmasc nonbinary

ok stay tuned for pt 2 and 3.

[ritoryb]

Personally, I am an advocate for very tall Guts!Galea. Like, at least around as tall as some of the Machina like Vanea and Egil.

OK… yeah i think that's a pretty sick idea… can do!!! i… will be honest i have no idea how tall the machina are so i guess around 2 metres? dunno. im the worlds biggest fake xenoblade fan. one of my mutuals is also making her tall ^_^

(that said im horrendously inconsistent at this kind of thing lol i've rarely done sequential work except in my BRAIN…)

by the way i kind of thought thé machina just have really big hats so they're kind of just like… idk. six foot to me. i have no clue if they're supposed to be more

[artificervaldi]

I'm lucky enough to be part of @xenobladetravelzine!! This is a preview of the fic I've written for it. It's still in beta, but I'm quite proud of how I've worked Vanea's emotions into Agniratha's crumbling state as she walks through it!

[void-kissed]

For that writing thoughts thing, the "taken life, given soul," do you have any thoughts you'd line to share about that? :D I loved it a lot! (dragonsmooch)

Ah yes, my most recent piece of writing!! I can definitely come up with some stuff to talk about from that one for you, friend!~

(source: this post by void-kissed - hey, that's me!)

Name a piece of writing that I’ve posted, and I’ll give you some thoughts and analysis of it! - Alright, let's see what comes to mind! This might get long because I'm not very good at being succinct, so I'll put it all under a readmore if that's alright.

The main thing about this piece is that it's essentially from Vanea's perspective more than anything, and it isn't always as easy to write my F/Os' perspectives compared to my self-inserts' (since, well.. my self-inserts are me, so that makes it easier). It also didn't help that I'm a lot less familiar with the overarching details of the first Xenoblade Chronicles game than I am with XC2 (which, as an aside, is not the second Xenoblade Chronicles game - X should never go unremembered!). But I tried to make it work!

For example, in the opening paragraphs to set the scene, I tried to portray the background events in the sort of way the Machina might be thinking of it, as opposed to the Homs and other residents of Bionis (for example, describing the attack on Colony 9 as "provid[ing] the Mechon with some valuable resources", not really detailing the fact that those resources largely consisted of human beings.)

I also tried to draw attention to the fact that Vanea is, at heart, a scientist, when you think about it! Hence her making sure to keep close tabs on all the parameters, and initially referring to Citri as an "anomaly" in the experiment, and the fact she took an interest in the memories she saw of Citri being a nerd and doing research and stuff with Shulk.

The other girl who got captured and brought to Vanea at the same time as Citri was Fiora, who is actually the one present for the cutscene my writing replaces in the game (although you don't find that out in-game for a while). She's also a childhood friend of Shulk, hence why she was picked out as a potential vessel for Meyneth.

The wound she had sustained was based on when Metal Face stabs her in the game, hence specifically using the phrase "clawed at her clavicle" because Metal Face's weapons are long sword-like claws. Him hitting Fiora's clavicle specifically was partially to provide some nice alliteration, but it also explained why she couldn't have worked as Meyneth's vessel here, because the soul component goes on the pilot's chest.

The section where Face Nemesis is actually assembled, and Vanea is saying lots of short sentences that are all on different lines, was mostly directly copied over from the in-game cutscene my writing replaces. This is how it actually goes, if you were curious:

In terms of differences from the in-game cutscene, I didn't really know how to add in Vanea spotting the damage dealt to Metal Face, so I sort of half-worked it into the "worrying news about a new wielder of the Monado arising" at the start. You can also argue that taking that bit out and moving the interruption about Egil to later on is because Vanea was distracted by how things went with Citri (because she was expecting Lady Meyneth to awaken, not Citri herself).

Another difference is that Vanea's dialogue is slightly expanded, and this is actually because this isn't the first time I've portrayed this scene. The extra lines added in are from the caption I put on a render I made last year showing Citri as Nemesis' pilot!

In the writing, the mechanical hands that Citri should have been fitted with weren't able to be properly fixed, which is why Vanea decides to risk keeping her biological ones instead. This is actually based on something that happened out-of-story - namely, the fact that the mechanical hands that were meant to go on Citri's reference model wouldn't fit typical MMD bone structures properly, so I ended up keeping her base hands instead. So they did quite literally break both in and out of the game, haha! But I like to think it works out, because the fact that the only "organic" parts of Citri left are her head and her hands gives moments like holding hands with Vanea much more significance ^-^

Overall, I also kind of tried to convey the fact that all of this interaction that Vanea ends up having with Citri was not supposed to have happened, at least not according to Vanea's calculations. This is why I made such a thing of Vanea being surprised she remembered Citri's name - she's not supposed to have ever gotten to speak with her, really, yet she finds herself wanting to know more about her anyway. And she does, with time! And that eventually leads its way into the beginnings of a romantic relationship! Because I love Vanea! ^-^

Okay, this is about all I can think of for the moment. Please take a picture of Face Nemesis itself from the game for your troubles, and thank you very very much again for giving me this opportunity, friend ^-^

(For context to give a sense of scale: Citri fits in the torso part of Nemesis, sitting down! So.. yeah, it's pretty enormous.)