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desultory-novice · 1 year

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why/how do you think magolor changed into his white shoppekeeper clothes when he went entered the dream kingdom dimension at the end of the epilogue? did he consciously change them or is it some will of the universe for him to wear white now lmao

I thought that was a bit unusual myself!

Now, metaphorically, I think it's a little interesting he switched to clothes that are primarily white in color, which could be akin to him "starting over." He's a "blank canvas." Etc etc. (His outfit doesn't even have many adornments, like the old gears.)

Before I saw the ending (but when I still firmly believed they were the same Magolor) I always assumed the costume change was something he took on to make him blend in with the locals.

Now, we do see him exiting the portal with those clothes on, but the shot before that in the credits is just him standing in front of it. (1)

EDIT: This is what happens when I start answering asks after only having played through everything once in a rush. I went back to the boss fight and he does make a go at rising up to enter the portal right before the screen fades out. So, it's probably the will of the universe after all.

It could be that, presuming the portal would take him back to Dream Land, and since he had his magic power back (and because he just got done being nearly skewered and roasted by a giant tree, which had to have taken its toll on him) he briefly used a bit of that magic to whip himself up a new outfit for his arrival.

I think Merry Magoland makes it clear Magolor cares a lot about his appearance. He doesn't WANT to escape Another Dimension looking like a rag-wearing wastrel, so he magically puts on a fresh suit. (And maybe he ditched the gears and Ancient cosplay because he was intending to come clean to the others about who he really was. Actually, if the Epilogue canonically (what even is canon??) takes place after EX mode, then he's ALREADY told them!)

...It could ALSO be will of the universe though! XD

(1) EDIT: This is what happens when I start answering asks after only having played through everything once in a rush. I went back to the last boss and he does make a go at rising up to enter the portal right before the screen fades out. So, definitely will of the universe! ^^

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dreamland-parfait · 6 years

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Halcandran Talk {blog update}

{Finally ! Some content for Star Allies aftermath well, I have yet to approach Morpho’s whereabouts, but this will come later}

{I wanted to make a comic but totally lost the motivation, so here’s a drabble instead. Been a while since I’ve finished a piece of writing, and all the characters featured here are ones I enjoy exploring the personalities and dynamics of, so this was pretty fun to do !}

{Enjoy~}

The room’s atmosphere was tangible.

Susie straightened herself as Magolor sat down next to her. They’d agreed that he would do most of the talking. Not that she wasn’t a good diplomat ; but Magolor knew more – he always knew more – and was more involved than she was, is all. She’d add to his speech when judging necessary.

“First of all,” Magolor spoke, “I want it to be clear that we have no intention of harming you. So please don’t destroy my ship.”

Being an Ancient and a Modern Halcandran, they had considered the possibility of their “guests”, who also happened to be resentful trained soldiers, attacking them on sight.

They’d found themselves lucky with the first two, too confused and groggy from the healing program to react. The third one however had immediately launched herself towards them - despite visibly staggering on her legs.

Even more surprising, the words she’d spat in a low, threatening voice hadn’t been slanders towards their people, but inquiries about her superior’s whereabouts. To which Magolor had answered from behind a star-shaped barrier that he was still in recovery procedure, in the adjacent room. Withdrawing her spear, she’d seemed for a moment as if she was going to verify herself ; then decided otherwise and checked on her companions instead.

Now they were all installed in the Lor’s living room, silence only broken by the ship’s quiet buzzing. Magolor wore his casual blue and gold outfit, as well as his facemask, but his position was one of focus and self-respect ; characteristic of him debating as the Crown Prince of Halcandra and not a simple traveler. Susie herself was in “business mode”, with her usual suit, a straight posture and a few report files on her lap.

The three women sat in a couch across from them. Now that they were awake and not floating in Lor’s recovery tubes, Susie studied them attentively. They had no traces of injury left, but their clothing was torn and burnt here and there, and the former secretary made a mental note to do something about it if everything went well.

On their right side was the tallest of them, with soft eyes and gorgeous blue hair draping her shoulders and back. On the left was a short and tan girl with fist for hands, pouty lips and a fiery gaze flicking rapidly between Magolor and Susie. Those were the Frozen and Blazing Generals, Francisca and Flamberge.

Between them stood their leader – the one who’d attacked mere minutes ago – in a diligent, almost military posture that contrasted starkly with her subordinates’ unnerved shifts and glances. This, was Lightning General Zan Partizanne. Her gaze was piercing, emotionless, reminding Susie of her company’s elite robots ; and she couldn’t help but draw an ironical parallel between herself, half flesh and half machine since her childhood accident, and that woman of cells and blood but the mind of a killing machine, responding only to the one she sworn allegiance to.

(Loyalty, honesty. Those were concepts both Magolor and herself were unfamiliar with for the longest time.)

Susie refocused on the situation ; Magolor had already started talking.

“… thanks to my reclaimed position as the Crown Prince, I was able to lift Halcandra’s taboo on magic, and on the Ancients’ culture as a whole. Meanwhile, my associate Susie here leads the Haltmann Works Company to sustain for those who need it most. To sum it up, we work together to reunite the Ancients and Moderns of Halcandra despite our past conflicts... and try to save what's left of our economy and environment while we’re at it.”

The mages took in each of his words, but seeing them frown in doubt, Magolor added more quietly :

“There’s still a long way to go, of course. And I know it may seem crazy given the state of the planet when you left it. I lived there too, and as a pure-breed Ancient, there are probably people who are still out there for my head.”

(His voice had traces of sympathy in it, and a few years ago, it might have been fake. Now, Susie couldn’t tell.)

Zan Partizanne, who still hadn’t moved an inch, blinked.

“Are you here to take us back ?”

(Her tone clearly indicated that she didn’t want to.)

“No. That’s your choice to make. Keeping you updated is all, I haven’t cut to the chase yet.”

“Then spit it out already,” snapped Flamberge. “I hate that interrogatory vibe you’re giving.”

“We’ve already told you we wouldn’t hurt you…” intervened Susie.

“Yeah, well, you could try anyway—”

“We’ve found you badly injured, unconscious, and drifting outerspace. Do you think we’d have gone through all the trouble to put you on recovery if we had hostile intents ?”

The girl opened her mouth, but Zan outstretching an arm in front of her with a firm command had her shutting it tight before she could retort, and she exhaled loudly through her nose instead. Francisca, who followed everything without a word, placed a hand on the Blazing General's shoulder. Their leader, in the meantime, had returned her full attention to Magolor.

“You’re with that pink one, aren’t you.”

“Indeed,” he replied, eyes crinkling from an invisible smile. “But they’re not aware of your presence here yet. Before that, I have to know what you’re planning to do next.”

The sisters turned to their elder with questioning looks. For the first time since the start of the conversation, Zan’s gaze shifted away from her hosts and went to trail somewhere on the floor.

“I won’t ask for your little backstory, nor for your connection with that priest,” Magolor said, seeing their hesitation. “But I have one tip to give you.”

His eyes took on an eerie gleam. “Tempering with a magic that isn’t your own…. It can lead to a fate worse than death. I speak,” he paused, putting weight in each of his words, “from experience.”

(Susie could guess the hidden scars at the corners of his mouth, and shifted her own mechanical legs. The Jambandrans had no business with technology, so she didn’t mention that it could backfire just as horribly.)

The Lightning General snapped her head up to stare back. “We perfectly knew what we were doing.”

“Oh ? Then was getting digested by Dark Matter part of your plan ?”

“You—“

“How do you think your old man went mad to begin with ?”

The woman sprung up, visible sparks coursing around her limbs. The sudden movement had Flamberge crouching as well, fingers curling and uncurling around the hilt of a sword that wasn’t there. Susie clenched the report files she’d been holding, feeling her hair gain volume from ambient electricity. Magolor, not moving, calmly held her stormy gaze.

“Zan, he’s right.”

A pale hand gently caught the General by the arm ; Francisca had spoken, voice as soft as her eyes. Zan looked back at her with half inquiring, half threatening eyes, though the sparks were already disappearing.

“He’s right,” she said again, more firmly. “Hyness is beyond recovery. We can’t go back to the old times. I hate saying that - I hate hearing myself saying that, Zan. But we… don’t have to keep on doing this.”

After a few, suspended seconds, Zan shifted her eyes from Francisca to Flamberge. The latter had dropped her fighting posture but remained tense, staring at her superior in silent intensity.

The General’s gaze trailed to the floor again. Then, bringing a trembling hand to her face, she slowly settled back down, closed her eyes and let out a shaky sigh.

“Japologa,” she muttered to Magolor, who shook his head. The Lor resumed its hum, which they hadn't realized had stopped ; Susie allowed her death grip to relax and glared at its captain. Talk about diplomacy.

After a few moments of silence, Zan Partizanne straightened herself back up, folding her hands on her lap. “What are the options ?”

“Currently, you have three,” the Crown Prince said, lifting some weight off the atmosphere with his usual pep. “One, you leave on your own, with or without your boss, never to be seen again. Two, you return to Halcandra. Three… you come to Dreamland and help around to make up for your actions.”

Zan rose an eyebrow, but Flamberge cut her to the chase again : “Oh, sure, let’s return to the people we tried to kill with a basket of flowers.”

Magolor let out a laugh, and Susie couldn’t help but follow. “The worst is that it works, you know ?” She said.

“Juh ?"

Closing her eyes in bittersweet memories, Susie carried on :

“A man I’ve personally wronged once told me, “the path of lost souls always leads to Dreamland, for it is a place of redemption and new beginnings.” You’d be surprised at the amount of people who’ve been in the same situation as you. Right, Magolor ?” she ended in a wink, which he waved off with a snort.

“Sure,” he said. “Just to tell you that it’s not as stupid of a plan as it seems. As Susie hinted there, you wouldn’t be the worst people these guys dealt with.”

“... What even…” muttered Flamberge.

“One last thing. I dunno whether you plan to stick around your boss, but his recovery is gonna take a while, and I have no guarantee of what will be left of his mind. I’d like to speak to him once he’s awake too – if he doesn’t blast me on sight, that is,” he finished, grumbling to himself.

(Not that there’d been much of a mind to begin with, they both knew, and maybe they did too ; but saying so would only rile the Lightning General up again.)

Suddenly, the Lor’s spirit materialized next to him, making the Generals jump. She leaned down and murmured a few words to her master, who nodded and got up.

“Aaaand that’s it for now,” he said, and Susie stood as well. “I’ve told you the basis of what you needed to know, but any choice is yours and yours alone to make. Take your time to consider the options ; I won’t mind if you need to stay here for a few days. Feel free to start discussing it among yourselves, or just have a look around while I’m occupied.”

Zan Partizanne looked at them. She’d lost her steely stare, and now her eyes were hesitant, and maybe a little afraid. Most of all, she looked tired.

“Jamanke,” she murmured as her gaze trailed to the general direction of the room where Hyness rested ; Francisca’s hand still on her arm. Magolor nodded at Susie, then left the room, followed by the Lor’s graceful silhouette.

Watching them huddle together, not standing up just yet, Susie mentally reviewed the many turns the conversation had taken. These three were in the same position she’d been in not so long ago, except that their only misdeed was being loyal to the wrong person at the wrong moment. They hadn’t lied, they hadn’t manipulated, they hadn’t betrayed.

Susie made another mental note to introduce Zan Partizanne to Taranza. Then, excusing herself, she left with her mind set on finding some spare, clean clothes.

#[mun's things]#{this way i can really start making them participate in the blog !}#{i would've explicitely said they came to dreamland but i liked the ending this way}#[francisca | glaciation]#[flamberge | hellfire]#[zan partizanne | divine thunder]#[magolor | crowned traveler]#[susie | will of iron]

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