#Inanna and Faust should commit crimes together

[spicypepperflakesss]

I want Inanna to have a spa day, and MC is the one pampering her

Like, post-upright Muriel route, she and MC could bond over a spa day like this:

And while MC is pretending to be her spa attendant and charging fake spa prices, Muriel can just hear Inanna telepathically speak of her many secret financial crimes (like running a fake multi-level marketing scheme with the squirrels)

[aria-i-adagio]

If the World Exploded Out Behind Us, I Never Noticed If It Done

Fandom: The Arcana

Chapter rating: Pg-13/Teen/Lime

Wordcount: 4000

Previous Chapter   Masterpost

Asra tidies up the remains of our lunch efficiently, putting aside the few things that remained uneaten on one of the shelves.  I get another towel from one of the shelves and soak it in water before starting to clean the remaining dried blood off of Julian’s arms and his side.   Asra looks back over his shoulder at Julian and me, brow furrowed with worry.  He runs his hand through his hair and bites his lip.  “Maybe you two should stay here.  Rest some.  Muri and I can handle this.”

I glance over at him and shake my head.  “No.  I want to come.”

“Are you sure?”  Julian touches my face.  “Whatever we saw is still out there.”

“It would be safer if you just stayed here.”  Asra echoes him.

Between the two of them, the only way real danger I’m in is being smothered.  “Oh, for god’s sake, I -”

Muriel pauses from gathering materials from the shelves and clears his throat.  “She comes, if she wants.”

“Thank you.  I do.”

“It probably is time you met my master.  We’ll just be careful.”  Asra sighs and looks from me to Julian.  "Ilya, are you feeling well enough?

Julian stands and stretches, rolling his shoulders.  “I’m good.  Right as rain.”

The non metaphorical rain has stopped, but Asra wraps me up in a heavy blanket before we follow Muriel further into the forest and to the ancient oak tree that houses the last of his wards in the top branches.  He wraps his hands in leather and scales the tree with more agility than I would have expected from someone his size.  Inanna sits down at the base of the tree, tracking his progress carefully.  

Asra waits until Muriel’s out of earshot, then beckons Julian and me to him.

“Ilya, I’m happy for you.”

“Couldn’t you have just told me?”

“No, I couldn’t.  I’ve forgotten parts of that night, too.  Not as much as you, or Nadi, but some.  And Muriel - it’s hard for him to talk about it - so I never pushed him.  Not before today.  There are a lot of things Muriel finds it hard to talk about.  The way we grew up, things he did to protect me, the things Lucio made him do . . .” Asra’s voice trails off then picks back up.  “But -”  Eyes soft, he beams at Julian and takes his hand, looking - for the briefest of moments - shy.  “You’re innocent.  That's the important thing.  No don’t go doing something stupid like dieing for a crime you didn’t commit.”

Julian’s expression is a mixture of wonder and disbelief - and longing.  His fingers fold around Asra’s.  They’ve bickered all day, but right now, they’re old lovers caught between fondness and pain.

With an abrupt thud, Muriel descends from the tree, terminating the moment.

“It’s still out there.”

Asra looks away from Julian.  “You saw it.”

Muriel rubs his temples.  His features are contorted in disgust and possibly a little fear.  “Yes.  I can’t describe it.  But I saw it.”  Inanna noses his leg, and he pets her, I think, to reassure the both of them.  “Something is off about it.  More than off.  Monstrous.”

***

Asra and Muriel’s preferred place for whatever they have planned is the treeless peak of what could be described either as a short mountain or a tall hill.  Night has fallen, and I'm exhausted by the time we reach the top.  I'm used to walking but not to inclines.  With the exception of the palace, Vesuvia is flat city, built largely on land reclaimed from the sea. 

Perhaps a view is required this process, for the one at the top of the mountain is spectacular.  The waning moon peeks through the veil of the remaining clouds.  If you look out, you can see the spires of the palace, limned by moonlight and beyond that the dim lights of the city.

Muriel circles the clearing, replacing small stones in patterns, and adding pinches of herbs to what I assume are wards that protect the area.  He unfolds a rectangle of white fabric from one of his bags and spreads it out on the ground in front of him.  With a huff, he sits down with Inanna curled beside him.  He takes a smaller bag from his belt and pours the contents into his hand checking over them carefully, before closing his eyes and breathing deeply.  Asra leaves Faust with them, coiled up in Inanna’s warm fur and touches Muriel on the shoulder once again before walking away.

Asra pulls Julian and I far enough away that we won’t bother Muriel.  Julian looks around the bare mountain top, clearly confused.  “Where’s this master of yours?”

“One of the magical realms,” Asra says as it’s perfectly normal to have a teacher in another dimension.  He unwraps the blanket from around my shoulders and shakes it out.  It seems to expand as he does, easily covering enough space for all three of us to sit together once laid out on the ground.   “Dema, you and I will need to travel together in a trance.”  Asra settles on the ground in a meditative posture, legs crossed in front of him.  “Ilya, keep watch and try not to bother Muriel.”

Julian doesn't look very happy about the vague instructions and mutters something about magicians and magicky things.  I grip his hand reassuringly.  “We may learn something important.”  I settle down across from Asra mirroring his posture, knees touching his.  Julian crouches next to me.

“Is this safe, Asra?”

“Dema will be safe with me.”  There's a note of irritation in his voice.  I groan inwardly, hoping that they don't start sniping at each other again.

“Julian, please, I'm doing this.”  I take Asra's hand in mine.

His eyes twinkle as he smiles at me.  Whatever reservations he had about bringing me seem to have passed.  He pulls out his tarot deck and searches through it before laying the Magician down between us.  “Good.  Now close your eyes and let your mind clear.”  He takes my hands in his, twining our fingers together.  “Like you’re doing a reading.”

I close my eyes and focus my attention on my breath, letting my consciousness drift into the dark.  Slowly the dark is replaced by a sort of forest glade, saturated with jewel tones.  The meadow surrounds a pond of gently glowing aquamarine water that is slowly shrinking and increasing in size, lapping around my toes.  Asra sits, cross-legged, on the surface of the water, smiling beatifically.    

“Dema, you made it.” 

A tiny bird, lime green and magenta, flits past my nose.  “What is this place?”

“It’s a gate, a constructed halfway point between the world we know and the numinous.  Most magicians make their own at some point.”  He looks about and blushes slightly.  “I made this one when I was pretty young.  It might be a bit juvenile.”

“It’s beautiful!”  The sky is caught in a sunset, or perhaps a sunrise, or some other word that describes when the rose and gold tones surround all the edges of the horizon, filtering into the deeper violet directly above their head.  

Asra smiles.  “I wonder what your gate looks like.”

“Do I have one?”

“I know you did.”  He looks away from me and reaches out a hand for a tiny golden butterfly to land on.  “I don’t know if it will be the same once you find it again.”

“When are you going to tell me what happened?”

Suddenly he’s sitting on the ground next to me instead of on the surface of the water.  He reaches up, takes my hand and pulls me down beside him.  “Do you trust me that what I have told you is the truth?  Just not all of it.”

“I think so.”  Frustrating as he is, Asra has never really given me a reason to think that his motives where I am concerned are anything other than beneficent.  Complicated, but at least, his intentions are good.  I don’t take my hand away from him.  He holds it in his lap tracing lightly over the lines in my palm, lingering on my broken lifeline.

“When I’ve tried to tell you more, or even when something happens that hits too close to your past . . .  Your headaches are the least of it.  That first time was the worst, but still you’d dissociate completely, sometimes for days at a time when you stumbled over a reminder.  So, I stopped trying to tell you anything, and started trying to keep you from running into hints from your past.”  He looks back up at me, eyes glassy.  “It wasn’t a decision I wanted to make for you, but I had to keep you safe.  It’s impossible to balance with not making decisions for you.”

“Asra, I need to know.”

“I can’t bear to lose you again.”

“If I don’t know who I am, can you even say that you have me?”

“I’m scared of what could happen.”

I wrap my arms around him and lean my head against his shoulder.  “Have more faith in me.”

“I’ll try.”  He kisses the top of my head and stands up, wading out into the water.  “Are you ready to meet my master?”

“Why not?”  I walk out to him and take his extended hand.  The water is pleasantly warm and peppers my legs with effervescent bubbles.  Asra continues, the pond slopes down steeply, and I realize we're going to submerge entirely.

“Don't worry, you'll be able to breathe if you want, but there's not necessarily any need.  Not here.”  Hand still holding mine, he sinks himself into the water, pulling me after him.

The next thing I'm aware of is the crashing noise of a wave washing us into a wide, sandy beach.  Like Asra's gate, the colors here are vibrant and other worldly.  Pink sand, a deep purple sky, a sea that glitters as the waves crash - but while I can see and hear, I feel disconnected. Neither the grit if the sand beneath my feet nor Asra's hand in mine feels quite right.  If this is a deeper plane of reality it's a subtle and disconcerting one.

“Are you alright, Dema?”  In the shifting light it looks like Asra's aura is blending into the sky itself - being siphoned away into the stuff of this realm.  It’s perplexing and unsettling, and I don’t think I like it at all.

“Let's find this mentor of yours and ask the questions we came to.”

Asra looks down the beach.  I follow his gaze to a curving palm.  Indigo footprints spiral around the tree, leading down to the beach, where a figure manifests before us.  The Magician - he appears just as he is painted on Asra's card - a fox headed, humanoid figure with violet eyes.

“Ah, Asra, you have returned.”  The Magician's uncanny gaze falls on me.  “And Dema is with you.  Do you recognize my voice, little one?”

Much to my surprise, I do.  I've heard the Magician speak, just never in words.

“Master.”  Once Asra starts the words pour out of him, like those of a child seeking reassurance from a parent.  “There’s an entity in the forest.  And Lucio’s ghost is haunting the palace.  And the plague beetles.  I saw them.  I don’t know.”

The Magician regards us in silence, then with a flick of his wrist bends reality around him.  The light behind him settles itself into a tent.  He throws back the entrance flap and enters gesturing for us to follow him.

I follow Asra into the dark interior, still clutching at a hand that doesn’t feel quite there.  Familiar shapes resolve around me, a rickety table covered by a fringed shawl, mismatched chairs, and the glow of magically lit lamps. It's the backroom of our shop.  But it isn't.  There are no homey scents of dried herbs and incense and when I run my fingers across the cloth spread over the table, I can't find the darned places where the shawl has been mended in the past.

I settle uneasily into one of the chairs, forming a triangle around the table with the Magician and Asra.  The Magician shuffles a deck of cards.

“An entity in the forest.  Vague even for you, Asra?  What is this entity?”

“I don’t know.  What glimpses we got don’t make any sense.”

“Certainly you know better than to trust appearances.  It is a small matter to look like something else.”  He offers Asra the deck to cut, then deals three cards on the table.  “Turn them, Dema.  What do you see?”

I hesitate, then Asra touches my arm in reassurance, and I flip cards over.  The Seven of Swords and the Five of Swords flank Death Reversed.  “What should be natural - more natural than anything - perverted.”  The words come to me, almost automatically, but there meaning isn’t immediately clear.  “Power that was stolen, both by trickery and by force.”

The Magician traces around the edge of Death with a single sharply pointed finger.  “That’s the nature of your entity.”  He gathers the cards back up and reshuffles the deck.  Asra doesn’t seem surprised by the answer that isn’t quite one.  But it seems to match the nature of this place well enough.

“What about Lucio?”

“What about him?”  The Magician places two cards in front of Asra and nods for him to turn them.  Asra flips them over without waiting.  The Knight of Swords, the card that I had seen recently for both Lucio and Asra.  Recklessness.  Followed by the Chariot, reversed.  The Magician raises his eyebrows and just barely shakes his head at Asra.  “Things got a bit out of control, didn’t they, my young one?”

Asra stares at the cards in front of him.  His reply is a shaky gasp.  “Yes.”

The Magician leaves the two cards face up in front of Asra and deals from the deck into a three by three spread in the center of the table.  “There are multiple forces in play.”  He turns the left and right columns.  The Magician, the High Priestess, the Hermit, the Hierophant, the Hanged Man, and the Devil.  With the exception of the Devil, all are reversed from where I’m sitting.  “And in the center of them -”  He turns the middle card and lays it horizontally across the others.  The Fool, neither reversed nor upright.  “Someone who is beginning to come into their own power.  Yet.”  He pauses and flips over the two cards above and below.  The Two of Swords, reversed and the Eight of Swords.  Both blindfolded.  One trying to balance two swords in her hands, and the other bound within a ring of swords.  The Magician looks to me without saying anything further.  If the cards before refer to Asra, or Lucio, or both, these are my cards.  A hollow feeling grows in my stomach, and my ears start ringing as I reach for the Fool in the center.  Asra grabs my hand, stopping me before I can touch it.

The Magician chuckles and collects his deck once more.  “We major Arcana are archetypes, manifestations of ancient powers.  You don't know me well, Dema, but we talk often enough.  As you do with my siblings.  And the more you speak with us, the more familiar you’ll become.  You'll know me, or one of the others, from an imposter in our place.”

What does he mean?

“I wonder, Dema, how well do you know your master?”

The mock up of the back room twists and folds on itself; for an awful moment, I lose all sense of direction.  There's no up or down, right or left, just gut churning motion.  Then the room settles back into place.  For a moment, I think my vision may have doubled from the vertigo, but no, the Magician no longer appears as a fox, but instead appears as Asra.

“So, little apprentice, who is who?”  The room shifts around me again before I can isolate the speaker.  Asra would never call me that.

When the room stops moving again, I step toward the two figures, reaching out with both my hands and my own magic, and hoping that neither one decides to turn into an actual fox and bite me.  Their auras, shades of violet both, blur together one into the other but remain subtly different.  They're standing close enough that I can reach out and touch their cheeks simultaneously.  For a second both lean into my hand, before the one on the left tilts his head back, as if he's not sure he's entitled the affection he so clearly wants.  Asra.

I pull my hand away from the Magician and move to stand directly in front of Asra, cupping his face in my hands.  He gives me a slight smile, but his eyes are sad.  I turn my attention back to the auras.  My first impression had not been accurate.  They weren't blurring.  Asra's aura, ever so slightly warmer in tone, was being slowly replaced by the darker violet of the Magician.

I slide my hands to Asra's shoulders and clutch him against me.  Slowly he returns the embrace, wrapping his arms around my back.  I turn my face to the Magician - once again a fox.  Rage builds inside me, tightening in my chest and throat.  I curl my upper lip into a snarl.  “You can't have him.”

“So you figured it out.”  The Magician smiles, but this time there is no kindness, just a menacing craftiness.  “When any two beings become familiar enough the line between them can seem to disappear.  To connect with one of the Arcana on a personal level can awaken a wellspring of power.  But if the connection is too deep you run the risk of losing your individuality.  Becoming your archetype.”

I tighten my arms around Asra.  Despite the apparate warmth that pervades this facsimile of our home, he’s shivering.  Maybe the heat in the air is being pulled from Asra as the line between him and the Magician dissolves.  I don't care what power Asra could gain or why he thinks he needs it; I'm not losing him.

The Magician’s gaze shifts to Asra and his expression changes again into something like pity.  “You were warned, Asra.”  He tilts his head looking closely at each of us and rubs his chin.  “Fascinating.  I do like you, little one.  Here’s part of what you came for: Lucio tried to become one of the Arcana and failed.”

“Lucio tried to become . . .  How?”

“Why don't you ask him yourself?”  The Magician raises one black claw and with a flick of his wrist sets the room spinning again.

When the motion stops, Asra and I are back beside the undulating lake that anchors his gateway.  My head is tucked between his shoulder and his chin, arms still tight around him.  He rubs my shoulders. “Hey, it's okay, Dema, you can let go.”

“No, if I let you go, you'll go away again, and this time, you won't come back and you'll become that thing.  And I'll be alone again.  I'll have lost you.”  I'm aware that I'm probably not making much sense, but once the half coherent stream of words is leaving my mouth, I can't stop it.  “Everytime you leave, I don't know when or if you'll be back, or if you've finally decided that you're done with me.”

“Dema.”  His hand pushes my hair back from my face.  “I'll never abandon you.  Not again.”  His voice breaks and we stand in silence for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms.  “I love you too much to do that.  Even if you don’t -”

“I do love you.”  I pull far enough away from him to look up at his face.  “I don't want to lose you.  I want to trust you.”

“Dema-”

“And every moment in that - that other place - there was less and less of you and more of him.  Like he was feeding off of you - gnawing away at your being.”

Asra sinks down heavily, like his knees have given out beneath him.  He pulls me down with him and into his lap.  Wordlessly, he presses my head to his chest, over his heart and holds me there.  His breath shakes and while I can hear his heart beating strongly, there's a stutter in the cadence, as if it's running on a poorly healed limb.

“Asra, something isn't right.”

“No.”  He lifts my face to him.  His eyes are wide with wonder, and pain, and something else.  “But I have you, so it's okay.”

I lean in to kiss him, pushing him back so that he's laying on the ground.  There's desperation in his kiss, and I'm not on top for long before we've changed places and his hands and mouth, gentle but insistent, are running over every part of my body, caressing each of my fingers and even my toes individually, as if to make sure that I am all there.  I wonder at how long he must have wanted this and I almost feel guilty about the past three years of casual friendly affection and snuggling.  Almost, but not quite, because that's kept me together more than once when it's felt like my brain is spinning out of control.

He stops, almost abruptly, as though, he only wanted to touch me and check that I was all there.  He kisses my mouth and strokes my cheek.  “We'll finish this later, beloved.”

“Is that a promise?”

He pushed aside my blouse and kisses the spot over my heart.  “It is.”  He lingers there, cheek pressed to my skin, before disentangling himself from me with a sigh and rolling over onto his back.  “We’ve got a lot to do.  If we can stop the red plague from returning, or if Ilya can actually find a cure -”  He roles forward and up to his feet, then leans back over to offer me a hand.  I take it, and he pulls me up, presses a quick kiss to my lips, then steps back into the water.

***

I wake up sprawled on my side, facing Asra with one hand still clasped in his.  I roll over on my back.  Julian, asleep, is one the other side of me, nearby, but not quite touching.  Reaching out, I take one of his hands without letting go of Asra and lay still, looking up at the stars and planets spinning above me.  Part of me remembers that there is something not right with the world, but I’m able - for once - to shut that part down, and simply be content.

“Dema,” Asra’s voice is a low whisper.  I turn my face to him.  “You and Julian should head back to the palace and decide how you’re going to find that dungeon.  I’m going to stay with Muriel tonight.  And I’ll join you tomorrow.  I have an idea.  I’ll just need to get Nadi to go along with it.”

I nod in agreement.  He pushes himself to his knees, then picks my hand back up, bringing my wrist to his mouth and presses the lightest of kisses to the inside of it.  Somehow that touch is more intimate than a dozen kisses to my mouth could have been.  

“Just be careful, my love.  If your memories start coming back, I don’t know what will happen.”

“I’m not as fragile as you think I am.  And I’m not afraid.”

“I am afraid.”  He looks off into the distance caught in some memory that I both do and do not want to know about.  “Wake Ilya.  Muriel and I will get you back to the main road to the palace.  And, Dema -”  He returns his gaze to me. “Not that you need my permission, but it's okay to love two people at once.  You loved him.  Deeply.  I hope you both remember, and I swear, I won’t take that from you.”  He kisses my fingers again, then stands and walks to where Muriel is curled on his side next to Inanna.

I roll back over and push myself up, stretching my back and arms.  Leaning over Julian, I trace the lines of his face and lightly kiss each of his eyelids, still a little amazed at having access to both.  “Hey, Julian, you shouldn’t sleep outside.  You’ll get sick.”  His eyes flutter, then he wakes with a start.  

“Oh, you’re back.”  With a yawn, he pushes himself up on his elbows.  “Did you learn anything?”

“Yes. I’ll fill you in on the way back.”

A/N: Chapter title from Queens of the Stone Age, “Like You Used to Do”

[yourlilkaiju]

1. Helios usually likes to go up onto their roof or on to their balcony to enjoy the way the sun sets on the horizon. If they ever can't sleep at night and the hearth is of no assistance then they go to their garden. There is something calming about the way that the moonlight spills in between the fig and pomegranite tree branches.

2. They often let it roll off their back. Those who refer to them as such will neither be the first and most certainly not the last. Words only have as much power as the receiver gives them and there are worse things than meager slurs or insults.

3. They have a horned ferret named Tula. Helios found them on their journey home after their twenty tour sentence from the vesuvian military. They were found at the end of winter when all of the tulips were beginning to blossom well into the spring. I chose the horned ferret because it is considered a mystical creature and I liked the concept of them in a book I liked to read when I was younger. The name escapes me.

4. To be honest, I quite enjoy the idea of Helios and Nahara spending time together. They could spend time discussing fighting techniques and sharing war stories.

5. Helios is not the sort to give their time or attention to those who abuse their position or rise to power by way of greed. They do however take pity on Vulgora and empathise with her, as they know what it means to starve. They find valerius as appealing in looks and character as they find him annoying, which is one contradictory in its self. The rest of the courtiers they don't particularly care for.

6. Of Julian Devorak? Bicker about whose herbal and medicinal expertise was better until the cows came home.

7. Helios's tasks primarily include developing product while keeping proper care of their garden, cleaning and balancing the daily earnings and delivering requested items to vesuvian citizens.

8. Wake up, make tea, hygene, work on herbal and apothecarian perscriptions, take stock, open shop, answer dumb questions, drink, eat, bed.

9. The Magician, Minor would be the queen of cups.

10. Helios has an affinity for plants and animals and bending the shadows to best suit their needs. However, one thing they have never been able to manage is fire magic or managing to control their empathic abilities without a grounding spell or an item that would keep them in check.

11. They get along well with Faust, Malak and Pepi. They only know Inanna as the sweetheart who stops by for treats and chandra for keeping the mice out of their garden and destroying the crop. Mercedes and Malchior frighten them due to....memories of the dears. Camio is a bird best stuffed with bread and vegetables and spit roasted over a fire.

12. They find valerius handsome and Volta a mess. Does that say anything?

13. They are still trying to process it.

14. The coliseum. It is where they were sentenced for crimes they havent committed and then for crimes against a court official. They are not apologizing for either.

15. I kind of only go by that notion in game. Really they grew up in the flooded distric and didnt even meet asra until the plague. They didn't even die.

16. To Asra "You don't have to shut people out or run away all the time. Sometimes, that only causes bigger issues in the long run."

To Nadia "You are beautiful, but it is okay to ask for help. You don't have to domineer or do things on your own. Put faith in your subjects."

To Julian "Jeez, you know, not everything is your fault. Stop taking the blame for things you didn't do, I love you and I want you to be happy.....fuck, this feels like something I should say to Asra. Whatever, Im poly."

To Muriel "Hey big guy...the suns getting real low...."

To Portia "So how does one get into thos skirts?"

To Lucio -has an absolute panic attack-

To Valerius -cling silently-

17. Helios is AFAB and would likely get pregnant with their SO eventually. I see the two raising a kid.

18. Their nightmares coming to fruition.

19. They never died. But in game, they are more content with living as they are now.

20. It would really depend.

21. Fuck. FUCK! NONONONONO! GOD DAMN IT! IM SORRY! *hugs close and rocks back and forth.*

22. No. It is a way of growing and learning.

23. Theyve seen the snow. They call it the crop killer and hate the amount of times its nearly put them out of business.

24. For their guardian to have never died, to have all the cracks in and damages in the house fixed and taken care of, for the flooded district to return to its former glory.

25. It is a place that wreaks of death and decay. They would rather see it turn to rubble and be drowned out by the sea.

26. In game? No. But in their story line? Definitely. Trauma and ptsd have a way of doing that.

27. Hold them, bring them a cup of tea or just sit and talk about the most inane topics to help them get their mind off of what was originally bothering them.

28. It would be a gold gateway that is lined with ivy vines and leaves as a waterfall cascades from either side and bioluminescent mushrooms glow. As they enter the plants and wildlife stir and rouse from their slumbers as it is a place that is of eternal night. With nothing more than the moon and bioluminescent flora and fauna to light the paths and viaducts.

Apprentice Questions

I wanted to make a more specific ‘ask me about my oc’ questions related to the Arcana Game. Feel free to share or add your own questions! You know everyone here has an apprentice theyre dying to talk about!

1. Where is their favorite place to hang out in Vesuvia? Why?

2. How does your apprentice feel when they are called a witch? (Offended? Shrugs it off? Likes it?)

3. Do they have a familiar? Why did you choose that animal? How did they meet?

4. Are there any of Nadia’s sisters your apprentice would like to hang out with?

5. What is their opinion of each of the courtiers?

6. What did they do while at the clinic?

7. What are their tasks around the shop? What can they make?

8. Describe their daily routine (wake up, chores, tasks, visiting who, etc)

9. What Major Arcana would they be closest to? Is their a Minor Arcana card that suits them more?

10. Describe their magical abilities. What are they best at? Worst?

11. How do they get along with all the animals in the game? (Faust, Malak, Chandra, Pepi, Inanna, Camio, Melchior and Mercedes)

12. Did they have a certain opinion about the palace and court before the events of the game? Did it change?

13. How do they feel about traveling in the realms? (Nervous? Excited? Other?)

14. Where is their least favorite place in Vesuvia? Why?

15. How did your apprentice feel about Asra leaving all the time? Taking care of them?

16. Name one thing your apprentice wants to see happen, or say to someone.

17. What is the outcome you see happening for your apprentice and their significant other?

18. What would drive your apprentice so far as to strike a bargain?

19. At this point in the game, do they care more about recovering the rest of their memories or living as they are now?

20. Would they be up for another Masquerade despite all that has happened? New outfit theme?

21. What is their first reaction seeing their LI cry?

22. Are they scared of what they have learned? Of the powers they have developed?

23. Do they like snow? Have they seen it before?

24. A magic lamp is found in the shop, and a genie inside gives them three wishes. What are they?

25. Are they still scared of the lazeret?

26. Do they have nightmares? Will it continue/develop after recent events?

27. What is the best thing their significant other could do to cheer them up?

28. Describe what their magical realm gateway would be like?