Quantum Mechanics and Other Entanglements
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“I have a new theory,” Osiris says after chewing through his food.
Saint looks up at him from across their table and sees an all too familiar look in his eyes. It puts him at ease. He might not always understand Osiris’s more esoteric studies but that doesn't mean he dislikes hearing him talk about it.
“Quantum entanglement,” he starts and Saint already knows he’ll be lost, “was theorized in a pre-Traveler Earth, and was further studied when the Traveler changed Mars’ landscape from dust to paradise. For example, prior to the Traveler they couldn’t figure out how a second photon’s polarization matched the first photon’s they measured when information cannot travel faster than light. There is a level of randomness that feeds into it. They only knew that it was simply a counterintuitive law they couldn’t fully comprehend. In a post Traveler world, scientists reasoned this was paracausality at work.”
Osiris has set his fork aside, talking animatedly with his hands. Saint smiles to himself and keeps this moment close to his heart. Geppetto would probably be able to explain this in a simple way when he asks later.
For now, he lets Osiris ramble.
“But they still couldn’t pinpoint what, exactly, was paracausal about it. Only that even at such a distance, the photons reacted in a pair, their polarization matching. Experiments proved that they were entangled, just not how.”
Saint hums an affirmation that he’s listening as he watches Osiris separate his food into two parts, splitting them. He holds up one piece of chicken for Saint to see, “I’ve just split this chicken,” then he holds up the other, “though they are now separated, Bell’s theorem would dictate that they would have the same polarization even though they are not whole and at a distance.”
“Ah. Like you and I.” Says Saint after a moment of staring.
A tender smile crosses Osiris’s face and Saint grins. “I suppose.”
After a moment he sets the torn chicken aside, “But, I have a theory. The answer to this bizarre phenomena. It’s very possible that the missing link is Strand. Strand has always existed, has always woven all living things together. But why stop at living? Why not particulates and photons and neutrons? Quarks and leptons? Strand opens a whole new door to understanding fundamental laws of physics. It will change science as we know it forever. In a way, Strand could be the proof to the hypothesis of string theory. The scientists in Neomuna have such refined technology and practices I may have to consult them about experimenting with it.”
Saint laughs, “Hah! Jealous of their facilities?”
Osiris huffs and rolls his eyes. “I’m simply appreciating their work… though… I worry at times they view my work as though I were an infant playing with toys. The City is so far behind advancement-wise I feel like a relic.”
“Bah, nonsense. You worry too much what other people think of you. I do not understand you half the time, I am certain there are those in Neomuna who have hard time keeping up with you.”
“Stroking my ego, Saint?”
“Only stating fact. But… if it strokes your ego, then who am I to complain? I like confident men.”
“Ah.” Osiris’s eyes flit to the side. Let it never be known that the Great Osiris is easily flustered.
Saint chuckles, a deep and rich sound bubbling from his chest. They sit in companionable silence for a moment more, Osiris’s shoulders relaxing imperceptibly so. Just enough to let Saint know he is at ease.
“I am glad to have you back, my love.” Saint reaches out his hand across the table, searching for familiarity he has sorely needed. Osiris, in turn, reaches back, and his heart clenches when he feels his warm and worn hand in his. It is not cold, disconnected.
This is Osiris.
Osiris squeezes his hand.
“You seem to enjoy your time in Neomuna. If I did not know better I would think you want to live there.”
Osiris lets out a half-laugh half-scoff, though he can see the thoughtful look that briefly crosses his face. “No. No… The City needs you.”
“It needs you as well.”
“Perhaps…”
“It does,” he says with finality. This time he does not allow room for Osiris to argue, this time he does not allow this second photon to leave him miles away.
“I… Yes. Right.”
“I am here, Osiris, as is Ikora, and everyone who cares very much for you. You will not run away this time.”
Osiris looks at their entangled fingers. “It will… take me time. To feel comfortable here. There is still so much heartache the City has left me.”
Saint takes his hand to his lipless mouth, kissing between each knuckle. “It is not a lost cause, my love. In the meantime… I want you to enjoy your time in Neomuna. Your young strider friend looks up to you very much.”
He looks up from his lover’s hand to see an ease upon his face. “There’s more to my theory I wish to speak about, if you are willing to listen.”
“Always willing for you.”
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redesigns of the leisure loaf and danger decor
and design notes under cut!
why the redesign? it's fun and uh... there was a monologue here, but basically i don't like the originals! let's keep it at that
i wanted them to be more fantastical, yes the point of a mimic is supposed to be unassuming objects that suddenly spring to life and attack, but you know me, i'm more of a little creature guy so i made them more like that. it's also the reason why i changed their legs to look more like they're ready to spring at a moment's notice
my inspiration came mostly from bulldogs and pugs, their short and squat stature makes them a perfect fit for being translated into ottoman mimics. the main appeal of these dogs are their faces being all grumpy looking are and it just works really well for something that will immediately turn around and snap at you if you dare to try and rest your feet on them
these ones still have fangs, they're just better hidden! i prioritised their expression being the focus of their design so i had to drop them in favour of that being more readable. the patterns on their blankies too
i did consider giving the decor (pink one) white/cream venom so it can look more like neapolitan ice cream, sort of what i think they might've been going for in the original, but... you know. anyway, i settled on something that suggests that it's poisonous, like how the loaf's venom is this bright green. being bitten by a mimic is already something you don't want happening to you, so poison on top of that would make it something you super don't want happening to you
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What are your headcanons about Marcille's mom if you have any? It's interesting that what drew Donato to her was cause she lived the history he studied, or that was said somewhere at least. She must've had an interesting life.
so this was going to be just a normal answer but then I realized I have a Lot of Things To Say. so here goes, a compilation of what we know for a fact from the canon, what I've extrapolated from the visual cues and details, and my theories based on all of that.
Things we know for a fact about Marcille's mother because they were explicitly stated in the manga and supplemental materials:
She was a court mage for a Tall-man kingdom at the southern part of the Northern Continent
Donato, a court historian, fell in love with her because she had lived through the history he was studying, and he courted her for 17 years (age 15 to 32) before getting married
She was a cheerful person who rarely showed extreme emotion and took things as they came
She always cooked a huge meal for Marcille on her birthdays
She remarried a gnome after Donato's death and a short distance away from Marcille's childhood home
Pipi, Marcille's pet bird, was actually older than Marcille and originally belonged to her mother (bird died at 62)
She was extremely heartbroken when Donato died and ultimately ended up instilling a deep fear of mortality in Marcille with her words
the only time she showed extreme emotion in front of her family was when Donato could no longer eat his favourite dish near the end of his life.
She scolded Marcille for being cruel to ants (implying she can have a stern side when needed)
Things that are explicitly shown but mostly through visual cues
She has a very distinctive style of dress always involving a ribbon choker (mirroring Marcille's habit of always wearing a matching choker with any of her outfits that don't cover her neck)
She was almost stereotypically good at housekeeping and traditionally "wifely" things (very frequently depicted wearing an apron or doing some domestic chore when not at work, seems to have been an avid cook).
She knits? (also, note the affectionate smile as she's looking at Donato and Marcille reading a book together in the full panel)
She was as excited for Marcille's milestones as Donato was.
She didn't tell Marcille much about elven food
(there are a couple things that this panel in particular implies:
She lived a good deal of her life (if not being born and raised) in a mainly elven country in the West, implied by her knowing enough of an elven region's cuisine to prefer Tall-man food over it
seems to have a pretty carefree and casual demeanour overall, if this is how she replied to Marcille asking her about it (sounds like she never gave her culinary preferences that much thought to begin with)
slightly related to number 2, it seems like she and Marcille had a fairly casual parent-child dynamic (especially in comparison to the Toudens' memory of their father)
(local elf tastes Italian food once and never goes back))
However, she seems a lot more... serious in most of the other times we see her? Almost like the very stereotypical archetype of a graceful elf.
Subsequent conclusions about her personality:
Usually pretty carefree and cheerful at home, has been a loving and attentive parent throughout Marcille's childhood (while not being so doting that she didn't discipline Marcille).
Slightly more conjectural theories on her personality:
Had a much more graceful and professional personality at work, which would explain the more serious portraits we see of her.
Given that both she and Donato had positions at the royal court, it seems a little odd that she'd go out of her way to do all the housework herself, so maybe she just enjoyed doing it?
Now taping all the evidence together and toeing the line between analysis and fanfiction:
It's clear that she loved Donato very much and was utterly devastated by losing him. But there's one thing that really stuck out to me in what little we see of her:
Doesn't she seem... angry? The way she's gritting her teeth, clutching the tablecloth, and how this is the first and only time we see her eyes opened that wide. In the following panel, you see her being quiet and dejected after her initial outburst. She's still crying very intensely, but her brows are furrowed, and she's not really responding to Donato's affection in her body language.
We're not told the details of how she felt about losing Donato other than that it upset her. But this, to me, implies that she was angry and resented that he was aging, that the end of his life was approaching. An "it's not fair" type of preemptive grief. And if this was the first and last time she cried like this in front of her family, she was either very good at coping in private... or very bad at letting herself feel unpleasant emotions until they become unavoidable and end up overwhelming her.
It's not too remarkable a detail on the surface. It's even reminiscent of what the audience has seen of Marcille. But... when it comes to the big picture, you'd think an elf who voluntarily chose to marry a tall-man and have a half-elf child would have been better prepared for this.
It kind of recontextualizes her cheerfulness to me.
"I'm sure everything's gonna be okay!" (or some variation thereof, depending on what translation you have).
And this is stated to contrast her extreme grief when finally confronting Donato's failing body and eventual death. But I'm wondering if... maybe this optimism was why she was so upset. What if she went into all of it thinking "everything's gonna be okay"? What if she was a little young by elven standards, and just followed her heart thinking that her own resilience would get her through anything?
Of course, only to get completely overwhelmed when she actually loses Donato. She turns into a completely different person. And that's heartbreaking on its own-- but what the audience sees is the effect it had on Marcille. Can you imagine being her, watching your invincible and upbeat mother suddenly lose all the light in her eyes in one go?
I've already made a huge post about how I think Marcille models her "work persona" off her mother, but another thing that stuck with me as I was looking for more details in the manga was this:
copy pasting from the other post i made about it lmao it's like... the second she resigns herself to lifelong pain and terror, there's another portrait of her mother facing her like this. with their heads bowed, in mirrored body language of resignation and despair and sorrow. Except it's posed like Marcille is still looking at her mother but her mother is looking away.
It took me a second to realize, but I think that it's a visual metaphor for the fact that Marcille's mother was the only long-lived role model she had-- and she failed to model healthy grief for her daughter. I don't say this as an accusation or to disparage her as a character, but just as a matter of fact. In her, Marcille was seeing herself older and losing a short-lived spouse or loved one of her own, and all she saw was hopelessness.
But her mother didn't mean to instill hopelessness and terror in her. She wasn't really thinking of how it would truly affect Marcille at all (at least, that's how I'm interpreting her looking down and away from Marcille in the metaphor), she was just sad. And she, in her own way, was trying to protect her daughter and help her prepare for future losses.
What she meant was "loss is inevitable, and you have to learn how to be in pain but live on anyway." What Marcille heard was "loss is inevitable, and you will be scared and hurt for the rest of your life."
Again. Marcille's mother doesn't feature explicitly in the story the way her father does -- but in so many ways, her shadow, her silhouette, her reflection is always hanging over Marcille.
All that to say... headcanon-wise (everything from here on is 100% without evidence lmao), I'd like to think that she matured and realized that she failed Marcille. I imagine her being regretful about it, wanting a chance to fix it but never finding a way to insert herself back into Marcille's life when Marcille is so so so busy becoming the most accomplished mage possible. I imagine her being herself again, now, so many years after her loss and after remarrying -- but with her cheerfulness tempered with a lot more wisdom and the pain of having gone through loss like that. I think the second Marcille actually tells her what happened in the dungeon, she'd want to go running to her daughter again -- if Marcille tells her the full truth instead of just being embarrassed she let things get that far. (oh, the tragedy of her wanting to be more like her mother and an accomplished adult who doesn't need to be babied... being embarrassed to actually tell her mother how much she fucked up...)
There's also the tension of her having remarried -- I know that there's at least a little bit of resentment that Marcille harbours about that, because she's childish like that at heart even if she makes an effort not to externalize it. I think that her mother would be aware of that, potentially adding to her sense of guilt and apprehension at trying to reappear/intrude on Marcille's life. I honestly don't think Marcille has met her stepfather -- or even considers him a stepfather rather than "mama's new husband" and kind of a total stranger. I think she and her mother actively don't talk about it in their correspondence, like an elephant in the room.
but, ultimately, I think her mother is on her side no matter what. Ancient magic? Dark necromancy? Sure, she'll feel guilty and like she was partially responsible for setting Marcille down such a painful path, but she wouldn't care. that's her daughter!! she would've moved back west and been petitioning for her at the court, buying a house right next to the Canaries barracks and visiting her every day that she wasn't on a mission. And if her husband had opinions on Marcille becoming a "dark arts user," he either gets over it or it's divorce with him. Yes, she might have had her optimism completely humbled by losing Donato like that -- but she's still headstrong and self-assured and she doesn't care what people think of her. It's her way or the highway and she's always going to be in Marcille's corner.
(She also needs a name lol. I went with Juno, just to be cute about "Marcille"s closest real life equivalent being Marcella, which is the female version of Marcellus, which in turn is a diminutive of Marcus, which was derived from Mars. Absolutely in love with Marcille potentially being named after Ares/Mars the fucking god of war btw)
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