Frollo looks up from the book he was reading, a volume of judicial law, and simply glares at Quasimodo. His words had cut through the silence, sudden and unwelcome. This was supposed to be some quiet time between them, notâŚ
" Father's Day? "
He repeats, the words flat. What a frivolous holiday. Quasimodo shouldn't focus on these things. The judge straightens his posture, smoothing an imaginary crease on his sleeve.
" You speak of a day I lay no claim to, "
Yet with the archdeacon insisting long ago for Frollo to care for him, it was a claim he didn't want to acknowledge. It was purely out of duty's sake and to save himself.
" I am your guardian. A keeper of your soul, entrusted to me by the Lord above. To shelter you from a world that shows you no kindness. My obligations toward you have demanded more than you can understand, boy. So why do you say this? Where did you get this notion from? "
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[Audio Clip: Soft breathing is heard before The Professor speaks in a gentle coo, "Hey, now. Let's look at some more facts. If they spoke up, you don't know that it would have made much difference other than being less merciful. Besides that, imagine how much further behind everything would be, if it did. They gave us the tiny push we needed for reforging the future to become the choice. You mean so much, so fundamentally, and you hot lucky enough to learn about it. Your life changed ours. Your life changed so many lives."]
[ ⌠] â youâre not from around here , are you? i figured because you totally just missed { MARISOL NAVARRO } walking by. donât tell me you donât know who { SHE/HER} is/are ? they kind of look like { INDE NAVARRETTE} and i could be wrong but i think that they might be { 27 } years old right now. theyâve been living in palmview for the last { SIX MONTHS }. and i donât know if anyone has ever told them this before but they kind of remind me of { RAPUNZEL } from { TANGLED }. if you stick around the town long enough you might catch them in action working at { FOOD TRUCK STREET } as a { CLERK/COOK }. you see this town isnât really that big of a place, some folks like to call them the { THE ARTIST } of palmview! they took a liking to the name too after a while, go figure. oh crap, they must have heard me yapping. theyâre coming this way. i got to warn you though, rumor has it they can pretty { NAIVE } at times. i wouldnât take it too seriously though, from the times iâve spoken to them they seemed pretty { ADVENTEROUS } to me. we see each other all the time since they live in that { 2 BEDROOM } residence beside me over in { MANGO BAY LOFTS / LOFT 2B }. i better leave you to it. it was nice meeting you! Â
Marisol Navarro
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entered the world without much certainty, but she was never without love. adopted as an infant by a woman who had spent years longing for a child of her own, marisol grew up believing she had been the answer to someone else's prayers. her mother adored her with a fierce, all consuming affection, the kind that wrapped around every scraped knee, every bedtime story, every birthday candle. to everyone looking in from the outside, they were inseparable. it wasn't until much later that marisol would understand love and possession weren't always the same thing. as she grew older and began showing signs of independence, her mother's fear of being left alone began to outweigh everything else. quietly, she convinced marisol that she was terribly ill. there were medications that didn't seem to help, dizzy spells that only happened when marisol talked about going somewhere, tears accompanied by gentle reminders that if marisol ever left, there would be no one to care for her.
"you know i'd have nobody without you," she'd whisper. "and remember...if i hadn't found you, you wouldn't have had a home either."
it was never said in a cruel way but with just enough guilt wrapped in tenderness that marisol never questioned it. so she stayed. she missed sleepovers because her mother "needed" her that night. she turned down school dances to sit beside her on the couch. camping trips, birthdays, first dates, weekend vacations with friendsâŚone by one, they slipped through her fingers. instead, she poured every unspoken dream into a sketchbook hidden beneath her mattress. she drew everything she imagined but never experienced from bustling cities, oceans she'd never seen outside of the movies, strangers she'd never meet outside of books, fields bursting with impossible colors. paint stained her fingertips whenever she could sneak away for an hour, and every new medium she discovered felt like another language she desperately wanted to become fluent in.
then, six months ago, her entire world unraveled. she accidentally discovered paperwork that contradicted years of prescriptions, appointments that had never existed, and enough lies to make the truth impossible to ignore. her mother had never been sick. she had built an entire life around keeping marisol close, convincing her that love meant sacrifice and that leaving would be unforgivable. for the first time in twenty-seven years, marisol realized just how much of her life had been chosen for her. that night, she cried until just before dawn. then, while the house sat in silence, she packed a single duffel bag with clothes, her worn sketchbook, and the little cash she'd managed to save over the years.
Sexuality & Relationship Status
love has always been something marisol stumbled into with wide eyes and an open heart. if someone was kind, made her laugh, or looked at the world with the same sense of wonder she did, she found herself drawn to them all the same. sheâd never heard the word pansexual, and if someone asked, sheâd probably just shrug with a bashful smile and say, âi just like people.â over the years there were a handful of sweet, short-lived romances that could have become something more, but each one quietly unraveled before it ever had the chance. somehow her mother always found a reason why they couldnât work, whether it was another sudden illness, a crisis that demanded marisol stay home, or a subtle reminder that choosing someone else meant abandoning the woman who had raised her. eventually, marisol stopped trying to hold onto love, convincing herself that maybe it simply wasnât meant for her.
"Where am I... Am I... home? But the World isn't Broken....
"This... has to be... a memory... but.....
"It is not mine...."
Nils gazes in wonder as he is lost in a memory that is clearly not his. The skies... they are not torn. The mountains have not erupted or crumbled. There is life everywhere. Trees, grass, ferns, flowers, and beasts... and the stars. They are still in the sky.
And a woman... hair silken and gold, bright as the sun. In each hand... little ones holding on. Happy. In peace.
They have not fallen. And Death has not been introduced among the living.
"...So this was the life you knew then, Odi Parush...?"
"....Yes. Now you see why my vision is imperative that it is seen... and accomplished. Do you not believe that Creation is owed a home wherein they no longer fear death, suffering, and pain?"
"...I do believe."
"Do you not believe everyone should obtain the love they long for? And to regain what has been unfairly lost?"
"...I do believe, Odi Parush."
"Do you not want that for the people of this world? Those who have endured so much suffering just for the chance to live?"
"Yes. So very much, Odi Parush."
Nils can feel his heart beating beneath his chest. A warmth he cannot describe as his soul speaks to him.
"This is why I need you to be nothing. To be nobody. To be but my flesh, my hands, my eyes, my voice. My rebirth cannot be complete until everything the so-called God of Life is undone and remade in my image. To give back what I have lost. To give back to the people of the Broken World what should have been theirs from the very beginning."
"But... Odi Parush...."
"Yes?"
"...I want this too."
"You will have it all... through me. Remember--I am your soul. And through me, you will have everything you ever wanted. But you have a duty... as I once did. Priest. Soldier. Chaplain. And once the World is remade, and the people who have chosen to follow us into a new epoch...
"You will finally be able to obtain everything you so dearly yearned for. Because it will be through me, as I would have obtained it. Remember, Nobody... you are temporary. I am permanent. You must lose all sense of your very self in order to allow me to fully be reborn and heal the Broken World. What time you have now is my gift to you, out of thankfulness of your servitude. Waste not on what you cannot take with you once the time for you to be struck down. Let the anguish pass through you, for it will not last forever.
"Carry my hatred, and see to it justice and vengeance be complete. And once it is all over... you will finally be free. Do you understand?"
Ga'bi, still possessing Nils' body for the moment, is showing advance stages of rot--bones now being exposed beneath layers of flesh and withering skin while blood pools at his now forcibly-digitigrade feet. As he goes about with his many appendages knocking down trees and poles, a nearby music player can be heard nearby playing a particular song that got popular not too long ago...
His expression softens....
And the only grown adult ego within his chest cavity starts to sing along. Imperfectly, mind. The chaplain was never formally trained in singing, not knowing certain techniques like proper breath control and swapping between head and chest voices. But he is able to stay in tune... and sing the lyrics with heartfelt sincerity.
...Prompting Ga'bi to reopen the ribcage and crush the ego known as Nils, temporarily silencing him.
"Rewriting the stars is my destiny, Nobody. Remember I am the one with someone to aim for to reshape the cosmos. You have nobody. You are nobody. Never forget. Lest I remove all memories of the ones you don't want to."
Nils falls silent. He lets Ga'bi take in the song on his own without interrupting him anymore.
Boy oh boy, Ga'bi can't wait until full ego death can be achieved in Nils. He can hardly deal with his sappy sentimentality any longer.
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You keep killing him over and over again, of course you're going to cause significant brain damage.
If anything, it's your fault he's like this. If you actually managed to give a single fuck about your own so-called Vessel, he'd probably be a lot smarter.
âI donât need him to be smart. I just need him to function. I prefer to have Nobody undergo a full ego death so that I may be fully reborn and I take over his body permanently. Until then, I will have to deal with this tumor and slowly chip him away until his purpose is over and I can be fully reborn. And I must be careful. I have attempted full, abrupt ego deaths in the past. The child would die, and I would have to reincarnate all over again.â
Nils sits there and stares, not liking how Gaâbi is talking about him like heâs not there.
âOh, donât pout like that. You are living a life most men would give up everything and die for. You're beautiful. You're virile. Youâre wealthy. Youâre powerful. Your current home is a grandiose temple with many servants maintaining it. You have a harem of beautiful people of all genders and body types. The cult loves you unconditionally. They throw themselves at your feet and are willing to die for you. Entire armies and nations fear you. You are shaping the Broken World into a glorious new era that will be studied for epochs."
"All because of you. All because you shaped me the way you want me to be. The Unsung Lament believes I am you. One and the same. They don't even know my real name."
"It's hardly a name, even back home in Stormig. Home where, may I remind you, is awaiting to put you on a court martial trial for desertion. No love to speak of you there except death.
"Everything you have now, you owe it to me. You have a blessed existence. No memory of a troubled past. No nagging mother or abusive father to hold you back. I kept you from getting married so you wouldn't have to deal with an overcontrolling wife. And staying with the Chorus? Do you really want to get involved in those annoying politics with kings, lords, and princes? They'll spit you right out the moment they learn the truth about you. In fact, they already do. You didn't betray them--they betrayed you.
"I gave you everything. I made you into the perfect specific of a man. Anonymous is wrong: I do give a single fuck about you. All I ask of you is full compliance... so that once I become fully reborn, your ego death will be painless and fulfilled. Do I not take care of my vessel with all the tender loving care you rightfully deserve?"
"You have given me everything, Odi Parush. I have no right to complain or speak up against. I am truly blessed. I am grateful you did not end my life before I turned eighteen. I am grateful I cannot remember any troubled instance of my life before adulthood. I thank you for not anchoring me anywhere so that I may serve you to my fullest extent. Every instance you stop my heart to remove a memory is but an inconvenience I can manage."
"Excellent. See? You are smart. Now shove off, Anonymous. You are wrong in every account."
Nils sighs. A living bird in a cage is better than being a dead one, he supposes.
The Professor slides his partner's phone away from it before reaching up and stoking its cheek with his thumb. "Hey sweetheart, sweet angel â I say that because I need you to understand the sincerity at play here â you already know up from down. Screaming at those who are far too far gone to see the shapes from the shadows is only going to hurt you." He grabs its hand and kisses it, "Those who gave their lives for you and the documents," he squeezes its hand when it casts its gaze down, "They would hate to see you suffering. That's not what they wanted for us. Make their sacrifice worth it. Realign your focus. I would hate to have to split my focus today."
