The avalanche of questions barreling through Malwine's mind was the only thing that kept her from imdiately blurring out additional questions. They practically trampled over each other, and despite the odds, anything she tried to ask would have co off far less eloquently than a simple ‘what the fuck’.
Where could she even begin? Every ti she started to parse sothing, the next thing she noticed had her spiraling all over again.
Unbelievably, perhaps she'd been overestimating her own problems. Between her Tiless {Legacy} and just {Foresight} in general, she'd gotten used to assuming she just had too many abnormally powerful or otherwise peculiar Affinities to ever risk revealing them. Yet here was Veit, casually having Affinities with better tiers than either she or Adelheid had. He probably had far bigger problems than she did, so why did he have no qualms about being this open?
Hell, he had {Vanagloria}! The mory was more than fresh enough for Malwine to recall that among those listed by Fastēn as Affinities connected to the Devils. And it was labeled as Proclivity, to boot. That wasn't a term she'd seen in this context before.
It took every shred of willpower within for her to avoid tripping over herself to start questioning that Devil-related Proclivity.
“Okay,” Malwine blinked, her gaze lingering on a particular line. “What the fuck is {Alienans}?”
“That is what caught your eye?” Veit laughed, brushing his long hair back with a hand. It was the type of gesture that was hard to interpret as either genuine amusent or nervousness—she was still long ways off from being able to read him consistently. “My mother’s signature Affinity. It changes. It is admittedly difficult to explain with words alone—it’s an Affinity of altering, usually by omission.”
Malwine couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. What does ‘signature’ an in this context? Don’t all Affinities co from sowhere? She was used to things being described that way when they were unique or sohow… individual. “‘Signature’? What’s a signature Affinity?”
“Hm. Think of it as an Affinity that’s been… grown intentionally. Instead of being improved by the passage of generations, it’s improved intentionally. So families have signature Affinities they cultivated over less than a millennium, a relatively short ti. It must be trained and pushed to higher tiers deliberately.”
That ‘under a thousand years’ qualified as little ti was a sharp reminder of how incompatible this world could be with her lingering views at tis. The widow’s age and vocation might have sowhat inured her to dealing with events that happened over many years, but Malwine had yet to truly adjust to how massive the difference was.
“I did sotis wonder if I could raise the tiers of mine,” Malwine admitted. “How does it change, if you don't mind my asking?”
“I assu you an {Alienans}? Hm,” Veit nodded. He summoned another piece of crystalline glass, its colors shifting as it settled and cracked. Unlike the one he'd used for his lecture, this one appeared to lack any specific patterns.
Abruptly, it stilled. It ca into focus, reality itself seeming to center around it for the instant it took for it to shudder and shatter, first to glass and then sothing smaller and smaller, until sand in a variety of unnatural colors hit the ground.
Despite its nature as a construct, the sand did not fade once Veit stopped moving. Of all things, that was what sohow got Malwine even more curious. When she used [Shieldwork], her shields only existed so long as they were tied to the ability. They simply disappeared afterwards, and they certainly didn't leave anything behind.
“It denies, it unmakes,” Veit gave the sand a pensive look, despite it being of his own making. “But it does not destroy. It changes.”
How do I get this man into my family tree so I can steal this shit from him?
Malwine shook her head, dismissing the unrealistic thought. She settled for the far more realistic course of action, of just addressing the elephant in the room. “{Bone} and {Mosaic}, I've seen in your not-kites. But pardon—isn't {Vanagloria} a… Devil thing? Actually, can I get a lecture on that? Johann Fastēn taught us, yes, but he just… he's a bit of a character.”
“It is a Proclivity, long since given by a Devil,” the forester agreed. “Do you know what sets a Proclivity apart from an Affinity?”
“No. I'd never even seen one of those before.”
“The short of it is that they are passed on by guideparents chosen at birth, not by blood,” Veit explained. Of course they call them guideparents instead of godparents here. “Beyond that, they're no different than Affinities, beyond originating with the Devils… It has been long since I last spoke of this. How much have you learned about the Devils’ Kingdom in those history lessons the royalist was going to give you? I forewarn you may grow to regret asking about this, if you value your ti. Though I believe you have no other lessons today.”
Now I'm really curious about the politics wherever the capital is, if soone with {Vanagloria} can use ‘royalist’ as a derogatory term… “Hold up, is my schedule public knowledge?”
“Not yours in particular—your family household staff treat anything related to your aunt Adelheid Rīsanin as if it were material from a gossip pamphlet. It's almost disorienting, not to ntion—”
Malwine had to stop herself from correcting him, given how her sister went by Adelheid fon Hūdijanin now, but explaining that if she let it slip would be tortuous.
“—you're a far more interesting case, between the strange circumstances of your arrival and your accelerated core developnt.”
“Yes, thank the Devils,” Malwine scoffed—she could do without being gossip material, as Adelheid apparently was. The curse that left her lips had her pondering the oddity of using seeming historical figures for sothing like that. Even the concept of cursing ‘in any Devil's na’ was bizarre when contrasted to the foundational role they supposedly played. “But no, I'm not sure I know much at all. He told us about how there were thirteen Executors, one betrayed the others, and the Kingdom ended up splintered into the nations of today.”
“...That's an oversimplification, but it works. Prince Florian of {Bonds} levied a number of accusations against his equals, from the ta to the absurd—he claid {Descent}’s Executor was an on of how they were all falling to decadence, that {Vanagloria}’s was an impostor, and that {Tristitia}’s led a double life as a courtesan, among many others. The offenses he dispensed were so nurous and unforgivable that he saw no way out other than being the first to strike.”
“That is more detailed than what Johann Fastēn told us, honestly. How do you know all that, by the way? Were you there?”
“I am far from that old!” Veit seed genuinely outraged. “None save Immortals could live that long—and before you ask, yes, there are or were Immortals out there who witnessed the Kingdom's fall. Their accounts are so of the most enduring sources about the ti.”
“Sure, sure,” Malwine rolled her eyes. “I'm sure that ‘joke’ of yours that would have you been upwards of a thousand years old, maybe thousand-eight-hundred at most, was indeed just a joke?”
“...I confess I don't recall which instance you're referring to.”
“When you first barged into our room and said you were from the 3000s when questioned.”
“Oh,” Veit blinked slowly. “Malwine.”
“That is indeed my na.”
“Malwine.”
“What?”
“How much is five minus three?”
“Two. Why?”
The forester stared at her, now unblinking. Given what they'd just discussed, she could only guess it had sothing to do with the matter of whether he'd been serious about being born in the 3000s. Since that would make him, what, close to three thousand…
Oh. Fuck.
“Oh, no.”
Veit started laughing.
“Sure, laugh!” Malwine covered her face, accruing a minuscule amount of [Toll] to make the act feel as it should despite her current state. “We all make mistakes!”
Within, the embarrassnt was such that she had half a mind to just flee and end the lesson by dismissing the double.
“It's fine,” the asshole with Tiless {Vanagloria} did a terrible job at suppressing his continued snickers.
“Oh, co on, I even said it at the ti. Couldn't you have corrected ?”
“You do realize I was struggling to understand why my search for an elderly intruder led to you, no?”
Malwine stilled, lowering her hands as she found herself scowling intently. “You didn't notice either, did you?”
“No,” Veit conceded. “In any case, the Devils’ Kingdom indeed had thirteen Executors at the helm, but to speak of Proclivities, one must first understand how said Executors ca into peer in the first place.”
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“Hey, don't change the subject.”
“This has always been the subject. Each of the original Executors had a tale for how they attained such a status, so more believable than others. All tales share a refusal to reveal the exact circumstances of how they were first connected to the Devils, and of what said Devils look like. There is always a gap between their origin and how they beca Executors, all revealing themselves on the sa day, all claiming they could share the Devils’ power.”
“...Because they're Proclivities?”
“Yes. At the ti, there were… there were still gods under the waves. You are ridiculously lucky in that you boast five Affinities. That is far from the norm, and anomalous enough that I suspect our paths would have crossed sooner than later, even if you hadn't sent your double to . But I digress. Things were just as they are now, then—most people were born mortal, and most who cultivated would not have enough to reach Immortality. That made the divide between those who stylized themselves as gods and the majority of the population insurmountable enough. The strongest could and would bend this world to their whims.”
Until the Devils got involved, Malwine realized. She could see where this was going, especially considering what the antiquarian had said.
“Supposedly, so gods were killed. Most were exiled to beyond the waves. From then on, the Devils left all matters for the Executors to handle—that initial intervention, in introducing their power, was the only direct action they were ever known to take.”
She frowned. “Fastēn said Devils were objects, though.”
To her surprise, Veit nodded. “Exactly,” he shot her a conspiratorial look. “It's generally accepted that soone—or sothing—else was involved. But none who knew shared that information, and now far too long has passed for it to be recovered.”
Oh, just you wait. Malwine was ready to add this to that long list of questions she periodically rembered she could simply check on—and to that list of things she liked to imagine she could sohow find answers to through {Legacy}’s bullshit.
MAIN THINGS TO FIGURE OUT:
— Why was Beryl cursed?
— How can I make Elflorescence regret existing and/or possibly handle the aforentioned existing?
— How did I beco if Beryl’s kid was supposed to be dead?
— When was I born and how did stasis affect the tiline for ?
— I should get everyone’s birthdates while I’m at it, it’s essential information.
— Who does {Ore} co from?
— What’s up with Katrina’s parentage?
— Was OBeryl in a cult?
— What the hell do you an, ‘history of fellpresence’?
— Seriously, what is this area called?
— What's up with the supposedly inanimate Devils being credited for actions in the past?
She considered asking him about that ‘fell presence’ then and there, but she didn’t want him to stop telling her about the Devils.
“In any case, while it was the original Executors who first shared those Proclivities with their guidechildren, anyone who received them could do the sa, though they each were only allowed to do it so many tis. In the early years, it served as an unofficial type of adoption, but as families grew larger, people just started becoming guideparents for their cousins’ children. Royal and high noble families co from this. And as much as it would likely make that teacher of yours weep, Grēdôcava barely has any of those.”
“Oh, no-no. Fastēn is not my teacher—more like, a guest lecturer with just barely enough knowledge to be qualified.”
“What you know as nobles are just families with a high concentration of Affinities, which they usually maintain by marrying amongst themselves,” Veit seemingly ignored her. “So were probably once related to those who had Proclivities, no doubt—but again, while you could have nurous children through a long lifespan, I've never heard of anyone with more than five guidechildren. My father claid to know soone with ten, but the man is or was a charlatan. But like my sister and I, he had {Vanagloria}—it was he who we got it from, in fact.”
“Wait, you said… So people can be a guideparent to their own children?”
“No,” Veit exhaled. “Let's just say, my parents were divorced for a reason.”
Ouch. Malwine could only nod along. It was also good to hear confirmation that divorce existed—there may be hope for Bernie still!—but her brain caught up to her soon enough. That sounded rough.
She struggled to think of a response that could at least co off as sowhat thoughtful, and after the silence had stretched indefinitely, Veit tapped the projector with a long manicured nail. “In any case, we should get back to the matter at hand. I do not expect you to tell what they are—though I do hope you soday trust enough to, for tailored advice is superior to that of the general sort—but I need the values, if we are to proceed.”
Malwine sighed. “Maybe soday,” she said noncommittally. As she placed her double’s tiny hand against the projector, she felt a tug. It struck her that this was indeed… asured. A bit too eagerly, the item was almost prodding her to choose what to hide and what to show.
She answered truthfully, letting the answers flow.
Mana Sources for Malwine RīsaninRootAcclimationControlRedacted5025Redacted00Redacted105Redacted00Locked--Locked--Locked--
Other Affinities:Redacted
Veit actually scratched his chin. “Higher than they should be for your apparent age, lower than I expected for your attitude,” he said, earning himself a glare. “The fourth, I can understand. You only just reached the Mortal Esse. But your second, when you have improved both Acclimation and Control for your third?”
“In my defense, the Affinity sucks,” Malwine grumbled. Though she'd been pushing it to earn its keep, {Foresight} had truly yet to justify its existence, and the ss it got her in.
“...Why plant it, then?”
“It seed like a good idea? I wasn't that fond of the alternative, in any case.”
“I take it you an your fifth Affinity? The one that is not a Root? What could possibly be worse than planting a Root you have no talent for?”
Malwine felt her eye twitch. “As I said, at the ti this seed like the better option. The fifth is fine, I just don't want to use it.”
“Care to share that one, then? It is not a Root, and by your own words, you're unlikely to plant it. Still, it will play a part in your core’s developnt by virtue of being your Affinity at all—I'll advise you regardless, but any information would help.”
She could see herself getting {Ore} as her fifth Root down the line, however. What she'd seen Katrina do had been impressive.
On the flip side, he'd outright shown her all of his, if not their values. There had been no clear expectation of reciprocity there, and the forester insisted this hardly mattered because a lot of people knew about him anyway, but Malwine remained uneasy about silence.
Certainly, she wouldn't talk about {Foresight}, but what harm would a ntion of {Ore} do?
“Fine, it was {Ore}.”
Veit stilled. “The one you never planted.”
“Yes.”
He sighed, almost deflating with sudden relief—relief that appeared bizarre to Malwine. “You are lucky.”
“What, why?”
“They have not been seen in centuries, since the last known route to the surface was sealed. But there is or was a Court above Grēdôcava, of fell artisans and artificers. They are or were peculiar in that they—at least back then—were not impossible to barter with, but as with all Banate Courts, they have or had Affinities they believed themselves custodians for,” Veit said. “One of those is or was {Ore}.”
It was then that Malwine started howling with laughter—she couldn't help it. Seriously? SERIOUSLY? If she ever succeeded in resurrecting her grandmother, they would be having quite the long talk on the relevant topics—such as, what the Devilsdamned fuck was Katrina doing?
Veit was staring at her with a look of concern.
“I'm sorry,” Malwine managed, scrambling to think of a plausible reason for her outburst. “It's just so funny. The fell and ore, seriously? Aren't they afraid of silver?” Wait, no, that's werewolves. Too late now! “And wouldn't that possibly fall under {Ore}? How could that be an Affinity of theirs, then?”
“I've never heard of such a thing,” Veit scowled, though his expression appeared to have softened from concern to confusion.
Malwine doubled down. “You know, since it burns them if they touch it?”
“What?”
A few chuckles still slipped past her as she started divagating about how, during stasis, she had definitely read about how the fell were afraid of silver and a few other, potentially outrageous details she could only partially recall, from the lore around werewolves back on the widow's Earth.
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