#Aisaka Legacy

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Conclusion: What should have happened next

Towards 1888, Andrew should have aged up and become a teen. He would have met a girl and started to write books.

As for Guadalupe, he was supposed to grow into an adult.

Mr. McConnell should have gone missing; I-can’t-remember-who-that-bald-associate-is Mr. Yates and Calvin would have discussed it and started to imagine he had run away with Lily.

In 1891, Jillian would have have given birth to a son, Michael, which I-can’t-remember-the-name-of-the-servants Mrs. Bone would have tend to.

There was some servant drama going on, but I can’t remember what exactly.

In the mansion’s tower, Adora would have created and trained a steam-powered man-machine, and it would have gone wrong.

Josh, who is Amy’s son and Calvin’s bastard, would have been employed by Guadalupe as a gardener a handyman a servant an underbutler. He used to be McConnell’s servant, but since McConnell had gone missing and left his servants without wages... I would have build a story where the family progressively figures out that Josh is family too: Calvin would have realized Josh is actually his son, would have tried to concealed it, but Adora would eventually have figured it out and, well, drama.

Calvin would have been killed by Taiga’s ghost for trying to mess with her family heritage.

Jillian would have given birth to a third child, Caryn, in 1892. When not busy giving birth to multiple children, Jillian would have worked her way up in order to become a famous opera singer. She would have achieve this goal at almost 40.

And finally, there would have been some stuff about Lily coming back as Mother Hydra. I hadn’t made my mind yet about whether she should come back right now, or after a few generations. I was more inclined for the last solution, in which case she would have come back during a winter between 1931 and 1936. Then, in 1980, Lily would have been the target of the operation Project X by the Wilmarth Foundation. I didn’t know where I was getting at with this story ark. 

And... that’s it! I may now erase my old screenshots, and make my head and computer clear for some new adventures :D

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Dr. Stone Anime Reveals Line Art Character Designs

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23rd Detective Conan Film Reveals Guest Cast Members

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Yu-Gi-Oh! Legacy of the Duelist - Link Evolution Switch Game Revealed

Wizard's Symphony PS4, Switch Game's Gameplay Videos Streamed

Samurai Warriors 4 DX PS4, Switch Game's 2nd Promo Video Streamed

Live action and etc-

Hollywood Alita: Battle Angel Film's Super Bowl Ad Posted

Dynamic Chord Stage Play Cast Announced

Voice Actress Yū Aisaka Returns to Work

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Here is the family tree where I left it in my game, and how it should stay since the Aisaka Legacy is now officially over!

It was made with Filae, which is free and very convenient for family trees. It has apparently and English version, so if you don’t speak la langue de Molière, you can still use it if you want. It’s supposed to be a genealogical tool, but I’ve been using it for RP and fanfictions since 2006... Shhh, don’t tell on me!

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Aisaka Legacy: Family Overview

[DISCLAIMER] This is a repost of what used to be the “Family Overview” window in my blog. It was first written about a year ago, perhaps more, when I started the Aisaka Legacy.

TAIGA BAYLESS (BORN AISAKA) (1800-1860)

Traits: Absent-Minded, Shy, Irresistible, Hot-Headed, Hopeless Romantic.

Lifetime Wish: Martial Arts Master.

Love interests: Oliver Greenwood (former lover, deceased), Skeet Bayless (former husband, deceased), Tay Bayless (lover).

Family: Ami Aisaka (daughter), Calvin Dipperson (son-in-law), Adora Dipperson (daughter), Steve Bayless (son), Jillian Dipperson (granddaughter).

Background: In Generation 1 we meet Taiga. Raised in a Japanese-Dutch family, Taiga had to flee from her abusive grandfather who wanted to marry her to a drunkard against her will. She starts a new life in Twinbrook, where her legacy and her story begins. Taiga is a single mother that struggles between poverty and her desperate love for Skeet Bayless, a married man who is also the father of her daughter.

ADORA DIPPERSON (BORN BAYLESS) (1836-?)

Traits: Shy, Friendly, Can’t Stand Art, Good, Neat.

Lifetime Wish: Become A Creature-Robot Cross-Breeder.

Love interests: Calvin Dipperson (husband).

Family: Skeet Bayless (father), Broderick Huff (brother-in-law), Taiga Bayless (mother), Chase Bayless (half-sister), Tay Bayless (half-brother), Ami Huff (sister), Diane Bayless (sister-in-law), Steve Bayless (brother), Guadalupe Goode (son-in-law), Jillian Goode (daughter), Josh Huff (nephew), Clay Bayless (nephew), Shana Bayless (niece), Lily Dipperson (daughter), Andrew Goode (grandson).

Background: Adora is looking forward to the future: as the heiress, she wants to make a name for herself as a scientist and pull her family towards modernity and progress. Follow her journey as she raises a family and tries to fulfill her lifetime wish.

JILLIAN GOODE (BORN DIPPERSON) (1859-?)

Traits: Neurotic, Loves the Cold, Shy, Eco-Friendly, Workaholic.

Lifetime Wish: Vocal Legend.

Love Interests: Guadalupe Goode (husband).

Family: Taiga Bayless (grandmother), Broderick Huff (uncle), Ami Huff (aunt), Calvin Dipperson (father), Adora Dipperson (mother), Diane Bayless (aunt), Steve Bayless (uncle), Josh Huff (half-brother), Clay Bayless (cousin), Shana Bayless (cousin), Lily Dipperson (sister), Andrew Goode (son).

Background: Jillian is the first born of Adora Dipperson. She married at 15 and had her first child at 16. She’s a gentle woman with a magnificent voice and good manners, she plays piano and her ambition is to be known as a singer, but she doesn’t know how to launch her career yet. For now she sings and plays at her father’s parties in front of the whole bourgeoisie of Twinbrook, but she hope that one day, she’ll be able to perform in Rome, Paris and Saint Petersburg.

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An end and a new beginning

Hello hello, gentlefolks of Tumblr! So as you might have noticed, I haven’t been posting for a very, very long time, and to be truly honest, I don’t think I’ll continue the Aisaka Legacy story. I had ideas that are very dusty in my mind now, and I don’t really know what I wanted to do anymore, nor where I wanted to bring the story and stuff. This first story of mine is therefore to be considered as cancelled.

I don’t want to completely abandon that blog anyway, and I have been longing to play the Sims 3 for quite a long time now. My good friend @selidren has been telling me all about her Sims stories and challenges, and we have been thinking of doing something together, though we don’t know what yet. If you are curious about her projects, which are in French, she is very shy and she unfortunately does not post them online, which means I’m the only lucky one who has actually been able to read them. But I guarantee you it’s very good: not only does she write well, but also she makes the most wonderful home designs, and her Sims are always very nicely dressed. Since Seli is not very confident in her English skills, this project is likely to be in French - a language we are both more comfortable in, that is to say. I am excited to collaborate with her in the future, and I hope we’d be able to make something enjoyable for my few readers to, well, read. Don’t get your hopes high though, it won’t be before a few weeks/months at least.

About Aisaka, since I’m cancelling this legacy, I’d probably be renaming the blog though I don’t have an idea of a name yet. I’d be thinking about it and well, I’ll let you know. The blog is going to drastically change, and I will make posts containing the technical stuff that used to be in “Rules”/”Points”/”General Overview” windows. The “Chapter” window is going to be reconverted in a “Aisaka Legacy” window, in order to make space for whatever is going to come next in this merry blog.

I have a few screenshots of what should have become the rest of the story and since I don’t know what to do with them now, I might post them here if you are interested in them. Even if this experience is ending, I don’t believe it was a failure. I had so much fun while making it, I was very happy to share it with my friends @selidren, @ehllear and @leftkidmuggiant, and I’ve learn many things such as not send myself screenshots through Facebook as it reduces drastically their quality and I wish I had known this sooner.

I also want to thank @simcatcher very much for her nice message. She is an amazing person with an amazing blog and I never got the chance to finish A Song Of Steel And Dust since I left Tumblr before it was over. Now that it is a complete story, I shall henceforth read it!

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Aisaka Legacy: the points

[DISCLAIMER] This is a repost of what used to be the “Points” window in my blog. It was first written about a year ago, perhaps more, when I started the Aisaka Legacy.

House (3 pt) : 300,000 §.

Generation 1. 

Taiga Bayless (born Aisaka) (4 pt) : founder + portrait + “Martial Arts Master” + 100,000 LR.

Her husband, Skeet Bayless (1 pt) : portrait.

Generation 2. 

Adora Dipperson (born Bayless) (3 pt) : portrait + “Become A Creature-Robot Cross Breeder” + 100,000 LR.

Her husband, Calvin Dipperson (2 pt) : “Heartbreaker” + portrait.

Her sister, Ami Aisaka (3 pt) : first born + portrait + “Animal Rescuer”.

Her brother, Steve Bayless (2 pt) : portrait + “Presenting the Perfect Private Aquarium”.

Generation 3. 

Jillian Goode (born Dipperson) (2 pt) : first born + portrait.

Her husband, Guadalupe Goode (1 pt) : « Fashion Phenomenon ». 

Her sister, Lily Dipperson (0 pt).

Generation 4. 

Caryn Goode (1 pt) : first born.

Andrew Goode (0 pt).

Michael Goode (0 pt).

TOTAL : 22 points.

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Aisaka Legacy: the rules

[DISCLAIMER] This is a repost of what used to be the “Rule” window in my blog. It was first written about a year ago, perhaps more, when I started the Aisaka Legacy.

The Legacy Challenge is a long, 10-generation challenge where you start out with a single founder and very humble beginnings and try to lead the family to fame, fortune and success over the course of 10 generations. This marvel was created by Pinstar1161, and it looks so fun that after reading a few legacy blogs, I just had to create my own.

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Optional Rules I’ll be playing with:

- Family Trait: I am so annoyed to see everyone pick the “Family-Oriented” trait when there are so many fun traits to choose from. That’s why I picked the “Shy” trait. I’ll play a dynasty of shy people.

- Matriarchy/Patriarchy: I already tried a patriarchy before, but it ended abruptly in Generation 5 because of my save getting all corrupted and unplayable… I’d like to play a matriarchy for a change.

- Story Teller: That’s why I started this blog!

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Aisaka Legacy Special Rules

- Paintings are so ugly and it is so hard to have a good angle, a good luminosity and a good pose… Festival greeting cards are the most aesthetic form of pictures in the game, and therefore I’ll be using them as portraits.

- I started in Twinbrook, and there were no lot expensive enough to start my game, so I created a new lot but I still had 8,000$ after buying it. So I made up a new rule: I am forbidden to use my lot until I have 8,000$ in savings. Yeah, I’ll be living like a hobo for quite a long time!

Edit: when I did this, I didn’t know about the cheat code “familyfunds [Family] [Number]! From now I’ll be setting my family funds to those I should initially have had.

- I’m always setting my Sims up with the first person they have a crush on. If the relationship fails, I set them up with the second and, and so on.

- 10 generations take about 225 years to pass. I’ll be pretending to play in a historical timeline starting in 1800 and ending near 2025, which means technological restrictions and NPC mass edition in CAS so they look a little bit historical. This will be completely and 100% anachronistic, but I’ll still try my best with what the game allows me to do!

That means :

- Generation 1 : 1800-1860 (since my founder is +18 at the beginning, I’ll be following 1820s western fashion)

- Generation 2 : 1836-?

- Generation 3 : 1859-?/1874-?

- Generation 4 : 1875-?

- Generation 5 : 1900-?

- Generation 6 : 1925-?

- Generation 7 : 1950-?

- Generation 8 : 1975-?

- Generation 9 : 2000-?

- Generation 10 : 2025-?

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Generation 3 - Chapter 5: Blackmailing The Crook

Holland’s disappearance was a heavy blow for McConnell, who wasn’t ready to lose his solicitor. The recent events had made him delay the mission that had been assigned to him. He had already cashed Dipperson’s cheque, but crooked as he was, he was still determined to fulfill his part of the deal. He got in touch with his friend the Archives director of Grand Yarmouth, who had agreed to leave the field to him in exchange for an incentive that was ridiculous compared to what McConnell had extorted. We must say that he had largely exaggerated the amount he needed: McConnell was a man attached to his profits...

McConnell’s friend did the researches for him, and he had found the act that certified the Dippersons’ property was a fee tail male. Original documents were not supposed to be taken out of the archives, so McConnell had agreed with the director that he’d come to take the act one day his friend would not be present. The document would be in his office, hidden between two volumes whose titles would have been communicated to him in advance. All he had to do is to go there and pick it.

“I knew it”, a voice behind him said.

McConnell turned sharply. The man who had just entered the room was none but Steve Bayless, Dipperson’s brother-in-law.

“What are you doing here? Did you follow me?!

- I never liked your face, and now I know I was right. I knew you and Dipperson were up to something. I’ve been watching you plotting together for years, and I knew something fishy was going on.”

“There is nothing illegal in what we are doing. On the contrary: I’m righting a past injustice!

- An injustice? You don’t even believe that.”

“Listen to me closely, McConnell. I own Twinsbrook’s Gazette, and I’ve had journalists investigate on you for years. I’ve gathered all relevant evidences I need to get you arrested for tax exile, embezzlement, acceptance of bribes and fiscal fraud laundering. You know how dirty your hands are. I’m ready to make a deal with you. You give up any action that could hurt my family and you destroy that act, in exchange of what I’ll destroy the evidences against you.”

“You think I would yield to a muckraker’s threats? I have relationships! I have money!"

His fist had set out very rapidly. McConnell collapsed on the floor, dazed.

He wasn’t unconscious though. As McConnell painfully got up, Steve walked towards the door. Turning his back to him, he said:

“And remember, you’re not in position to bargain.”

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Generation 3 - Chapter 4: The Vanishing

“I’ll make sure no one will distract us”, Holland said to Lily who remained in the river.

When he came back, a thick smoke started to emanate from the kitchen’s window.

“This will keep them busy for a little while. But we have to be quick. Once you’ve awaken, there is no looking back. You’ve been asleep for so long, you need nourishment. In order to release your true self, you need to absorb the soul of a human being. Mother, please accept my soul. The moon is up, the Vh'ajheth is near: you’re at your most powerful. Just focus, you’ll find the way to do it.”

Lily could feel her own soul trapped inside her, starving from thousands of years without proper nourishment, and now that her meal was so close, the hunger was devouring.

Holland knew it was time, and he walked into the river. He wanted his last sight to be the grave of the divinity he has been serving all those years.

Lily closed her eyes, and focused all her energy into a single act: feeding. She knew how to do it. She had already done it a long time ago, when she was still a child sucking the vital energy of her nephew at night. But she was merely snacking then. Tonight, Holland was offering her a feast.

Lily sucked the life out of Holland’s body until the soul detached itself, ready to be eaten. His lifeless corpse drowned into the river and the stream washed it away.

“ I’ve waited that day for so long... Mother, it has been an honor to serve you.”

With an awful, raucous voice, just before she devoured his soul, Lily said:

“Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Hydra, Vh'ajheth wgah’nagl fhtagn.”

As Lily was feasting, she could feel a lock opening into her as power flew into her limbs. Now everything was clear to her. The possibilities were endless. Her memory had flown back as she ingested Holland’s soul. She had rested long enough. Now, she must act.

“Have you seen her?”

Guadalupe displayed a deadly serious look that contrasted with the fact both McConnell and himself were soaked.

“I’ve looked everywhere”, McConnell said as his butler sheltered him under an umbrella. “Miss Dipperson and Mr. Holland are nowhere to be found.”

- We must gather a search party.

- Mr. Huff, gather all the guests. We’re going to make a sweep of the swamps. They mustn’t have gone too far. ��

After the fire had started, everyone had gathered in the kitchen and helped containing it. The fire had been quickly brought under control and eventually put out. That’s when Adora had realized her daughter was missing.

The party went through the swamps with a fine-tooth comb for the whole night, but no trace was found of neither Lily or Holland. Jillian was devastated, and she spent days crying for her sister’s loss. She simply couldn’t understand how one could simply vanish from Earth...

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Generation 3 - Chapter 3: Mother Hydra

Note: This chapter was ambitious, too ambitious for me, and I would never have finished it if it was not for @ehllear​‘s help. Thank you so much for encouraging me and nurturing my creative process.

As Calvin was tending to his affairs, Yates was carrying on with his diatribe before an audience that was more and more scattered, and the others, who were just finishing dessert, begun to migrate towards the ballroom were Jillian entertained them by playing the piano while singing with her beautiful low voice.

When her song ended, a man came to see her. His name was Miles Solis.

“I’m about to head home, Mrs. Goode. Would you mind accompanying me to the door? I would like to talk to you about something.

Jillian rose and came with him.

“I wanted to congratulate you on your appointment as a heiress, and also on your beautiful singing vice.  I am a music-lover myself, and I greatly enjoyed your performance.” 

“You are indubitably talented, it is a pity such a limited audience gets to see this!

- That is very kind of you, but I do not deserve so many praises.

- You are too modest, Mrs. Goode. Did you ever think of singing in a play?

- I am not very familiar with the theater world.

- I’m the sponsor of the town’s theater, and they are currently auditioning singers for an opera. Ruddigore, have you heard of it?

- I fear that not, Mr. Solis.

- We’re looking for a contralto who could sing the part of the female lead’s aunt, Dame Hannah. I’d be glad if you accepted to play that part.”

“A role in a play? Really? But I have no experience! I’ve never been on a stage, and I’ve never sung in front of a real audience... If course I’m delighted, but... are you sure?

- Of course! With a voice such as yours, the play is guaranteed to be a success!”

“Well? Can I count on you?

- Yes! Yes, you can!

- Well, then, it’s settled. I’m expecting you on Monday at the theater!”

Lily had stayed in the dining room, and she was listening with half an ear to the debate which had been livening up the room for two hours, while distractedly fiddling with a little clay statuette she had carved in the morning. The truth is that her thoughts were focused on something else then the vain discussions that were held around her. As the minutes swept by, a irrepressible need to leave the table was growing inside her. She finally rose without anyone noticing and she went into the garden, on the river bank.

Calvin, Holland and McConnell were just ending their own discussion. As Holland was about to exit the room via the service corridor, he couldn’t help but notice a weird statuette on the fireplace. The sight of such an object would have inspired a shudder of horror to anyone: carved into the clay, the shape of it seemed alive and greasy and looked like the disgusting child of an insect and a reptile.

“You have peculiar decorating tastes, Mr. Dipperson.

- Oh, that’s my daughter’s new hobby. Don’t ask, she’s a special kid.”

Holland waited for Calvin to look away to grab the statuette and slip it into his vest’s pocket, before he slept out into the service corridor. Through the window, he sighted Lily’s silhouette. The girl was standing there, facing the river. Holland walked through the hall and went into the garden, determined to join her.

Once in the garden, he could see she hadn’t moved. She stood still, silent, as if she was communing with the swamp. Holland ran towards her with a beating heart. He was finally about to accomplish the real reason why he had come to this house.

 Holland stopped behind her and took the statuette he had stolen from his pocket.

"Only a few muses can inspire a talent such as yours.”

Lily remained silent, as if she was waiting for him to continue. She was presenting her back to him and he couldn’t see her face, but he knew she had heard.

"During my travels throughout the world, I’ve seen many strange things occur. Are you familiar with ancient myths?”

Holland had sparked her interest. Lily turned to him.

“You’re not here to tell me old tales.

- I’m not. But I think some of these tales might ignite your enthusiasm.”

“Let’s have a walk, if you please.”

As he started to walk, Lily came to his side, listening.

“A long time ago, when the human race was still young and when men were mere beasts, when the surface remained wild, civilization dwelt undersea. That is were the Deep Ones lived. Built on the ocean bed, their cities were magnificent and glorious. You see, the Deep Ones were far more evolved than men, for they were of divine birth. Their Mother was Hydra, and their Father was Dogon - both of them were ancient beings, older than the Earth itself. They had breed an entire specie, nobler than any of the apes that crawled on the surface, a specie of immortal beings. This was the most splendorous era of Earth history, and powerful deities that we call the Great Old Ones walked amongst their cattles of men, who they reared for their souls. They have since fallen into a deathlike sleep, but one day, or so they say, they will return.”

Their path had taken them by Lily’s family crypt. The sun was very low, and the moon was slowly raising behind the hills.

“This was an interesting tale, Mr. Holland, though I don’t understand why you told it. But here we are. The vault of my ancestors.”

“Your legacy is far more ancient than you think.”

He turned to her and said abruptly:

“Can’t you feel that you are special? Did you ever feel like you were destined to more than what your family can offer you? Have you ever felt your spirit enhancing when you’re under the moon? Don’t you feel a special connection with the swamp? With the river?”

Lily stood silent, thinking. Bur her silence said more than any words. She felt all of that, but had never found anyone she could share these feelings with.

“Come with me.”

They retraced their steps, and Holland walked right into the river. The water was waist-deep.

“Follow me.”

Lily hesitated for a few seconds before she joined him in the cold, swampy water.

“Look over here.”

Holland was looking to the swamp. From where they stood, the swamp seemed endless.

“The Deep Ones are not a legend. In the depths of this swamp stand the Sunken City of Vh'ajheth, grave of sleeping Mother Hydra, until she find a new material garment.”

“Are you a Deep One yourself?

- Me? No, I don’t have this honor. I’m a humble worshiper, I’m only here to prepare the arrival of the Great Old Ones.

- I don’t understand why you’re telling me all of this.

- Don’t you see, Miss Dipperson? You’re the incarnation of Mother Hydra. I’m here to awaken you.”

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Generation 2 - Chapter 25: Erick In Love

Hellooo, sorry for the four days interruption, I didn’t queue any chapter while I was away (yeah I know sorry). I was in Epinal (France) for Les Imaginales, an annual festival of fantasy literature, and it was great! Now I’m back home and I’ve almost caught up with my actual gameplay. This generation is never-ending! But don’t worry, Adora is almost an elder and I’ll be needing an heir soon, which means I’ll be doing a poll!

Adora had reinforced her household staff with a newcomer, Miss Yesenia Hinds, the cook. Five persons were now working in the house : Mr. Cady Major, the butler ; Miss Callie Stockton, the governess ; Miss Yessinda Hinds, the cook ; Erick Bone, the valet ; and Trish Tolbert, the maid.

The staff got along well, but there were affinities. Erick was sometimes bothered by Trish’s sharp tongue - she was quite harsh about anyone who displeased her, but both of them had arrived a few months apart, had been working together for seven year, and they still managed to be good friends. 

Even if they told each other everything, there were actually something he didn’t dare to tell her because he didn’t want her to mock him: he was madly in love with Callie Stockton, and he was too scared to do anything about it. He was a grown man, for God’s sake, but when he was near Miss Stockton he just felt like a teenager. Miss Stockton was everything he liked: even if she lacked grace since she was a little thin, she was immensely sympathetic, immensely charming, utterly unselfish. He dreamt to ask her out, but they had not a lot a free time and she didn’t seem to notice anyway...

Erick didn’t want to be a servant until the end of his life. His goal was to save enough money to buy a little plot of land, where he could live with his future wife and children. Erick really liked children, and his life-goal was to raise at least five of them. Until then, he could still care for the family’s kid, but it was not the same as having children of his own.

Erick was worried though. He knew that Miss Stockton was thirty one. He didn’t care that she was an old maid, but he was concerned with the fact that in a few years, she will be too old to have children - of course he didn’t consider the fact that perhaps she didn’t want children. If he didn’t want to choose between his dream of being surrounded by a family and his love for Callie Stockton, he needed to do something now.

But now was too soon. Even if they had known each other for seven years, they had a strictly professional relationship, and a proposal would be out of the blue - he hadn't even confessed yet!

“What’s with the long face? asked Miss Hinds, the new cook. My cooking is not that bad, isn’t it?

- What? No, no, not at all, it’s very good. I was sort of lost in thought.

- Yes, I could see that. What’s wrong?”

Erick swallowed his broth and took a long pause before he said:

“Swear you won’t tell.

- Huh? Why?

- Swear it.

- Fine, fine. I swear. So, what’s going on?”

“... I’m in love with Callie Stockton.

- This shriveled old spinster? What do you see in her? She’s at least forty!

- She’s thirty one. Now show some respect, you won’t be eighteen forever. You’ll be lucky if you’re half as pretty as she is in ten years.

- Whatever, I’ll be married by then. So, what’s the matter?

- I just told you.

- You told me you were in love with her. I’m still waiting for a problem.

- That’s the problem.

- Why? You confessed and she pushed you away?

- No.

- You know she can’t guess your feelings if you don’t tell her, right?

- But what If she pushes me away?

- You move on. There’s plenty of people in town, you’ll get over it. But you know, I don’t see you interacting with her a lot. Maybe you’re forcing your expectations upon her and idealizing her. If you want her to like you, maybe you should get to know her first, you know?

- I’ll think about it. Thank you. You know, you should talk to Trish more. I’m sure you two would get along well. Both of you are... harsh.

- Yeah, yeah. Just put your dish in the sink.”

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Generation 3 - Chapter 1: The Girl Whose Eyes Were Cold As Ice

Andrew was growing up fast. His grandfather’s dedication was starting to show: he was very disciplined, almost military, and Calvin took a great pride in this. He was only five and half, and it worried Adora. Calvin was making a “manly man” out of him, and when he would be old enough to have opinions, he might complicate her plans for the future.

They celebrated Andrew’s sixth birthday in small committee - only the resident of the house were there. Calvin insisted on helping his grandson blowing his candles.

Thanks to Calvin’s education, Andrew became perfectionist.

Now that he was finally a kid, Andrew expected Lily would start playing with him. He couldn’t be more wrong. Anytime he would get close to her, she would look at him with her cold blue eyes and say something sarcastic that meant he was not welcome. They still shared the nursery, and since Lily was often grounded because she had pulled a mean prank, ran away, or talked back to Miss Bone, she spent most of her time between these four walls. Andrew felt so uncomfortable near her that the only moment he would go in the nursery was when it was time to sleep, and he would go to bed as quickly as he could so he didn’t have to interact with Lily. The night, she dreamt of offenses she would make and the ways she would make her enemies pay, when Andrew dreamt of greatness and prosperity.

Andrew knew that Lily was a misfit. She was definitely making him uncomfortable, but one night, a few weeks before Lily aged up into a teenager, she started to freak him out. Usually, Andrew always felt asleep before Lily. But that night, sleep eluded him, and after an hour of silence he started to hear Lily whispering. He couldn’t hear what she said though, but her voice was definitely making soft, rusting sounds that sounded like words, and it went on and on for hours - until Mrs. Bone went to wake them up as always. Andrew was exhausted, and Lily should have been too - after all he had heard her whispering all night long, but she looked weirdly rested, and she even was more energetic than she usually was. That went on for a week, and Andrew felt like he was going crazy. Days after days, he looked more tired than ever, and Lily was blossoming. A thought entered his head, but it was stupid and he immediately draw it aside: it was like she had been feeding of his tiredness. Seven days after the whispers had started, Andrew was getting used to it, and he was so tired he could have slept if Lily had been screaming. But as he started to fall asleep, a voice woke him up. It was not Lily’s, though it was meddling with her murmurs. It was deeper, it was raucous, it sounded... dangerous. 

Terrified, he hid under his blankets and closed his eyes so much his muscles hurt as the voices kept reverberating in the nursery.

“It’s nothing. I’m hallucinating. I’m so tired, I’m just hallucinating. It’s just a dream.”

Hush now, said someone.

“What?”

Hush now, sleepyhead.

Andrew opened his eyes. He was still in his room, but the lights were on. He couldn’t hear Lily and the awful voice anymore.

He jumped off his bed and immediately stopped moving. Two translucent beings were floating on the middle of the room. He recognized both of them, for he had seen their portraits in the house. They were his dead grandparents. 

“You’re ghosts.”

He curiously felt very relaxed, as if there was something protective about them. He knew in his heart they would never hurt him, and he felt safe.

We made It go away. You’re safe now. You should sleep. Lack of sleep makes you weaker and unable to resist It.

“What was “It”? What are you talking about? Am I dreaming?”

The dawn is breaking. We should go. Goodbye, Andrew.

“No! Wait!! Please, tell me!”

Andrew woke up screaming.

“Shut up, lunkhead!

- Language, Miss Lily! Mr. Andrew, are you alright?

- I... I...”

Mrs. Bone climbed onto his bed and wiped his sweating forehead with her handkerchief.

“It was just a nightmare, Mr. Andrew. See? You’re home now.”

There were no further weird events, and Andrew had no trouble to sleep after that. Since Lily had no friends and I completely forgot her birthday, she aged up on her own in front of Jaime, the gardener.

Now that she was a teenager, Lily felt stronger, as if she was not constrained anymore by her childish body. She could live to her full potential at last. She felt confident, as if the devouring anger that inhabited her since she was a child was fading away, and turning into something else. Something colder. Something powerful.

Lily had found a book about history of art in the library, and had taken a strong interest on statues. The swamp was full of clay and mud, and she started to sculpt little icons. She was quite good at it - one could even say she was a savy sculptor... Her sculptures were odd, sometimes even scary, but everyone would tell her that she was good at it. If she kept sculpting until she was good enough, Lily thought, she could even start to replicate statues and sell them as authentic models... That way she could make a nice pile of money.

Adora was a little pissed off to see her second daughter become an artist. She still couldn’t stand art! She already suffered enough from all the paintings Calvin had bought and put everywhere in the house, she didn’t want to see her own flesh contributing to the mascarade that was so-called “art”... But in the other hand, Lily was finally getting interested in something that didn’t involve scaring her nephew or committing mischiefs. Maybe it was for the best...

When Adora aged up, she knew it was time for her to announce who would be her heiress.

“Girls, I gathered you today because as you know, I won’t live forever. My mother started this legacy and she named me her heiress. I have make this land prosper, and now it’s my turn to pass it on to one of you. After me, the one I choose must pass it on to her own daughter, and the legacy must go on. Being a heiress comes with responsibility and restrictions. She should never sell this house or move somewhere else. It is a chance as much as it is a burden. The other one should not be disappointed: not being a heiress also means she will remain free and unattached to this land.”

“That’s why I’ve chosen you, Jillian. You’re already a mother, though you still need to give birth to a girl, and you love this family. I know I’ve not always been supportive of you musician skills, but I truly think you have talent and you would make our family proud. I think you are the best choice. I know about your desire to travel. I’m not asking you to abandon your dreams, but I want you to know that you will not be able to live in Rome or Paris the way you dreamt off.”

“I understand. Thank you for your trust. Don’t worry, I still need to make a name for myself here, in England, before I even think of singing abroad.”

Both Adora and Jillian had noticed the silence from Lily.

“As for you, Lily, I want you to know that my choice does not in any way mean that I love you less than your sister. I love the both of you. I want you to be fulfilled, and I don’t think this land is what you need for that purpose. You will be free to travel if you want, marry if you want, have children if you want.”

“I want you to know that there will always be a place in this family house for you.”

Lily remained silent, but she didn’t seemed pleased. The silence from Lily took over the room for a few good awkward seconds, before she smiled and said:

“It’s all good with me.”

Adora waited for Lily to leave the room, wondering. Lily’s mouth might have been smiling, but her blue eyes were colder than ever.

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Generation 2 - Chapter 24: The Breakthrough

Guadalupe was finally part of the family, but he didn’t felt like he belonged. For instance, Adora insisted that he would eat on the side tables, not on the family table.

“Why can’t I eat with you? Jillian and I are married. This is ridiculous.

- I keep telling you, said Adora, this is the legacy table. You will be part of the legacy once you give my daughter an heiress. Until then, you’re part of the family, but not of the legacy. I didn’t make the rules, it was Mother’s idea. If you want to know, I think this is ridiculous too, but it was very important to her.

- And if I were you, added Calvin, I wouldn’t mess with the late Mrs. Aisaka’s wishes.

- If I can’t eat at your table, the least you could do is eating at mine...

- About that, started Jillian, I think... I already told Guadalupe, but if I’m not mistaken, I think I am pregnant.

- That’s wonderful news! Calvin exclaimed. Mr. Goode may be able to join us here after all.”

Adora didn’t say anything. Her daughter was too young to get married, and now she was too young to get pregnant. But if she was happy, she didn’t see why she should ruin the mood...

The future parents couldn’t announce the good news to the second grandfather: Thad Goode died during the night, and his death made Guadalupe the owner of his tailor shop. He worked really hard in order to maintain the reputation of his brand, and soon he was dressing the whole town’s elite, and their wives.

Jillian’s pregnancy went very well, Adora made sure of it, so there is not much to say as I don’t have any pregnancy pictures because her body disappeared the whole time. She wasn’t in former Ami’s room anymore because it was a little small for two persons: since she was married, her mother had moved her in a new room in the northern wing. In spring 1875, she gave birth to a little boy, Andrew, with the assistance of her mother, the maids, a midwife and a doctor. 

Lily aged up in the middle of the night. Everyone was so busy with Andrew’s birth, they didn’t even think to celebrate...

From her father side she got the blue eyes of Calvin, and the light-brown her of her paternal grandmother. That’s what Calvin said anyway, because no one in the family had ever met her.

Since Andrew was born, Lily had to share the nursery with him. Calvin was fond of his grandson and daughter. He would spend every free time he had with them - even if it disturbed his servants in their work.

He let Callie potty train Lily because he didn’t want to be involved with such coarse matters, but he insisted to be the one who would teach her to walk and talk.

Adora really loved her grandson, but she had other matter than babies in her mind.

She was now thirty-nine, and she needed to catch up on all the time she spent stuck at home because of her latest pregnancy. With all the time she had spend fishing in college and tending her little garden, she already mastered the fishing skill, but she still needed to get ahead with handiness. So she started to improve every plumbing installations. Her skills were a little rusty, but after a bit of practice she was confident enough to get back to work.

Her goal was closer than ever. She had studied how the human body reacted to prosthesis made of different materials, she knew everything about Silar Weir Mitchell’s work on phantom limb, and her engineering knowledges were on the cutting edge because she had been reading tones of articles for the past two years. The lab had been far from idle, and was experimenting forced evolution on peppered moth. After months of hard work, Adora finally made a breakthrough.

She immediately started to document her researches on a book she called Technologies And Selection: The Breeding Of A Mechanical Man. Now she knew everything she had to know in order to make her life-time dream come true, but she still needing the funds. And in order to get these funds, she needed people to talk about her work.

A week later after the breakthrough, while she was finishing the detailed plan for her book, she received a strange letter bearing the royal seal...

The letter said the government had been following closely her researches for the past fifteen years, and had taken a strong interest in her recent discoveries. She was therefore invited to work for the queen as a top secret researcher, and of course all the material and funds she’ll need will be furnished. She was encouraged to keep working on her book as it would be valuable knowledge for the British intelligency, but she shouldn’t publish it until further notice. Of course, she should not speak of her work to anyone.

That was everything Adora needed, and she didn’t think twice before she accepted.

Edit: @ehllear is telling me that mirror neurons were not discovered before V. S. Ramachandran in 1998. However, phantom limbs were known before him and had been studied by surgeon Ambroise Paré (16th) and mentioned by Nicolas Malebranche (17th-18th), and Silar Weir Mitchell is the first one who talked about “phantom limb” in Injuries of Nerves and Their Consequences (1872). Adora could totally have read his work since it was published at least three years ago!

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Generation 2 - Chapter 26 : The Plot

Since Jillian and Andrew’s birthday were a few days appart, the family decided to celebrate the same day. They had a small party and only invited the close family - which means the Bayless - and Calvin’s main associate, Mr. McConnell.

“I’m glad to finally meet my future business partner! That’s so bad your wife didn’t give you a son. Well, at least, you have a grandson, and your inheritance won’t go to waste.

- Don’t say that too loud. My wife doesn’t share our views on that matter.

- Why should we care about what she shares? You let her have too much freedom, and now she’s a real shrew.

- This house is legally hers, and her mother had this stupid idea that it must be passed on women only. I love my daughters, I truly do, but if let women run this estate, it would be on the road to ruin. I can’t allow that to happen.

- I’m glad we agree on this. If your wife wants this house to be her daughter’s so much, how do you intend to preserve it for your grandson?

- I don’t know yet, and that’s why I wanted to see you. Don’t you know anyone who could help me?”

“I might actually know someone. It’ll take some times, but yes, Dipperson, I think I have a solution for you.”

Calvin frowned.

“It’s nothing illegal, is it?

- Would that be a problem?

- I don’t know... I don’t want to risk everything I built. I’ll think about it.

- Think fast, then. We’d better go downstair, someone may think we’re plotting something.”

“Where the hell is Calvin and his friend? asked Steve. I didn’t came all the way here so I could eat a wax cake.” 

“He went upstairs to pick Andrew up, said Adora.

- Isn’t this Miss Stockton’s job?

- It’s Mrs. Bone now. And yes, he wanted to introduce him to his associate.

- Waiting for us?”

Calvin walked down the stairs, carrying Andrew in his arms.

“What were you doing? Hurry up, Jillian is about to blow her candles!”

They joined the crowed, and celebrated both Jillian and Andrew’s birthdays.

Jillian looked so much like Adora, but she was prettier. Guadalupe had tailored a bustle gown just for her, and it fitted her very well. She also started to wear a corset the way every woman in town did at that time. She had grace, a round face, round arms, pianist’ hands, and a delightful voice.

As for her son, Andrew, he had taken everything from his mother side and didn’t look at all like his father... Except from his black hair.

As he was enjoying the party, Guadalupe noticed a redhead he didn’t know. He knew that he was Holland’s servant, but he was used to see him with his old butler, Broderick Huff - the creationist who protested against Adora’s work.

“Excuse-me, boy, I couldn’t help but wonder: do you know what happened to the butler that served Mr. McConnell before you?

- You mean Mr. Broderick Huff, sir? Mr. Huff is my father, he’s been serving my master for years and he’s old and tired. I’m replacing him whenever I can, sir, but I’m only an under butler.

- He’s lucky to have such a dedicated son. What’s your name, boy?

- I’m Josh, sir. Joshua is my Christian name.”

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JILLIAN GOODE (born Dipperson) (1859-?)

Traits: Neurotic, Loves the Cold, Shy, Eco-Friendly, Workaholic

LTW: Vocal Legend

Romantic interests: Guadalupe Goode (husband)

Jillian is the first born of Adora Dipperson. She married at 15 and had her first child at 16. She’s a gentle woman with a magnificent voice and good manners, she plays piano and her ambition is to be known as a singer, but she doesn't know how to launch her career yet. For now she sings and plays at her father’s parties in front of the whole bourgeoisie of Twinbrook, but she hope that one day, she’ll be able to perform in Rome, Paris and Saint Petersburg.

LILY DIPPERSON (1874-?)

Traits: Loner, Evil, Daredevil

LTW: None yet.

Romantic interests: None.

Lily is the second daughter of Adora and Calvin, and she’s not a nice kid. She doesn’t like the company of people, and people don’t like her company anyway. The person she hates the most is Callie Bone, her governess, because she’s always stopping her from doing what she wants! She doesn’t know what she wants to do when she grows up, but she knows one thing for sure: one day, stupid Mrs. Bone and all these girls who don’t want to be friends with her will pay, she’ll make sure of it.

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Generation 2 - Chapter 27: Time Flows

Three years passed. Lily aged up into a kid. She was a loner, so they didn’t throw a party since it would only distress her. She celebrated her birthday alone in the ballroom, which was fine with her since Miss Hinds, the cook, had baked her a cake!

She had the bright blue eyes of her father and light brown hair. She had a little mole on the chin, but every women in the family had had it, and they knew it would go away when she would grow into a teenager.

Lily developed the “evil” trait, and the next morning, she was caught by Erick Bone - the valet - stealing candy from her nephew Andrew!

He immediately reported her to his wife Callie Bone, the governess, who immediately disciplined her. Lily ran away for revenge, and she went as far as she could in the swamps. She finally stopped in the nearest occupied house, which was a two hours walk away from home, and started to play with her doll under the benevolent eye of the guard dog... She told her doll:

“I hate Mrs. Bone, she’s a stupid old goat. Now she will see that I’m not home, and when she tells Mother that she lost me, she’ll be punished and it will serves her right!”

Her plan didn’t go well: the neighbor had noticed there was a little girl on his perron, and he had send someone to the mansion ask if they weren’t looking for a lost child. Lily was found a few hours after she ran away, she was scolded by both of her parents and her governess, and then she was grounded for a month.

Mrs. Bone was teaching her to read, but Adora still wanted her daughter so socialize with girls her age. But all Lily talked about was evil plans to make money, and the poor girls would always just want to go home and never come back...

Adora’s work was going great, and by summer 1880 she had bred her first creature-machine, which was a biomechanical mouse that could replicate itself. She was very proud about it, and soon they’ll start experimenting on human volunteer. Since she had won plenty of money, Adora decided to hire a gardener. 

The man she had hired was called Jaime Robin, and he did wonders.

He planted a grove of bushes and trees near the crypt Adora had constructed, as well as flowers all around the house. She also had stables built, but since they didn’t own horses they remained empty.

Here is the alley that leads to the crypt.

Behind the crypt were two benches were the family could sit and read at sunny days while watching the river flow.

Adora also erected a statue of Alfred Russel Wallace in his youth in the garden.

Guadalupe’s work was doing well. He was the most demanded tailor of Twinbrook, and he spent his whole time working. Whether he was home or at work, he kept researching new fashion designs...

His work fascinated a great number of colleagues, and he took more orders than he would take. Every single woman in Norfolk wanted to own a Goode dress, and they were paying good money for it. He loved his wife and son, but he worked so much that he had no time for his wife and son.

It was completely fine with Calvin, who had always dreamt of having a son. The more he aged, the more conservative he was, and he was decided to raise his grandson according to his views. His wife was a strong skeptic and very critical of religion, but Calvin had given the little faith that he thought every British woman should have to his daughter Jillian, and he was determined to raise his grandson as a proper Anglican. Everyday, Calvin took some times to teach Andrew catechism. 

Adora was quite reluctant about this (he worked against progress!), but she knew she couldn’t always fight with her husband, so she granted him that.

The year had flown by quickly. Andrew was almost a kid now, and Adora couldn’t help thinking about her own age. Soon she’ll be an elder, and that meant she would have to choose a heiress...