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look-how-they-massacred-them · 10 months

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Preliminary Poll

Trucy Wright

Submission reason:

Trucy is everything to me in the 4th game (where she's introduced) and she's so layered and complex and FASCINATING while she plays the part of the assistant and sweet child of her (adopted) father Phoenix while also making sure things go the way she (and Phoenix) NEED them to, and has a lot of tragedy too... and then the 5th game just ignores that. They go hey! Here's Athena, a new character we're going to replace her with! (Who they also sideline by game 6) Like she's turned into JUST a silly magician with no depth and she only shows up to make jokes about her "magic panties" which is a gross joke that ADMITTEDLY started in the 4th game but wasn't THAT important. And the 5th game just repeats it over and over. And she gets GODDAMN KIDNAPPED in the 5th games but it's all offscreen and it's all to GET HER OUT OF THE PLOT like she's just being used as a tool??? She comes back into being important in the 6th game, but only temporarily. And it's all about her magic, which she inherited from her parents/grandfather and it gives her interesting moments but it doesn't even... examine the horrible system that her magic came from??? Which was a huge part of her personal tragedy in the 4th game but her feelings about were largely left unexplored??????? And they had the perfect opportunity to touch on it but they DIDN'T. And then the game ignores her for the rest of the game... again... and in the DLC she runs around attacking Athena with magic which is immensely uncomfortable and out of character and I just :( want my little girl who is sly and scheming but still cares deeply about people and has feelings she doesn't show about her family legacy BACK...

holy FUCKING bingle did she get the short end of the stick. okay so basically trucy was the best part of apollo justice ace attorney. she was devilishly clever, horrifically mature for her age in a deeply tragic way, silly to a fault, and overall delightful. she had what i would argue is the greatest dynamic in the entire series (with her brother apollo of course) and generally carried the game. there were other incredible parts but the soul wouldnt be there without trucy. and then. and then dual destinies happened. trucy was only PRESENT in two cases. one of them had a friend of hers accused of murder, she existed in the intro segment before the murder occurred, and then she just dropped off the face of the earth. which sucked. and then in the other one, she appeared as moral support for her dad (which could have been an inspired choice) and then got KIDNAPPED AND HELD HOSTAGE and they NEVER discuss it again. phoenix does not give two shits that his daughter is being held at gunpoint. apollo actively impedes the trial in spite of the fact that the last time he thought she was in danger he sobbed real tears when he found out she was okay. like what the hell. then she's basically only in one other case where shes the defendant and is handled... decently? ish? its not bad. BUT IT CERTAINLY ISNT ENOUGH. and then theres the flanderization. a big part of trucy's character is that she wears so many masks. she assumes the role of the ditzy girlie to hide her wicked sharp intelligence. she wears a smile even if she hurts so deeply inside from loneliness that can't quite ever be cured. and they hardly SCRATCH that shit. like yeah yeah theres the whole "gramarye creed to always smile" bullshit in the magical turnabout but honestly that kinda cheapens her tendency to hide her sadness. it was more compelling when it was out of a concern for those around her than when it was a following in her grandfathers footsteps thing. and her cutting wit and smarts? never seen again. she's never even OFFERED the chance to be smart. she does still get one little recurring bit to sell the apollo-trucy sibling agenda, which is a something, but it PALES in comparison to the characterizational masterwork that was ajaa (a bit exaggerated but i do truly adore that games characterization work). oh and you want some more? this ain't just hurting trucy. you can feel the life draining from the people around her because of this horseshit. apollo is never the same. like congratulations capcom you did one (1) thing that was cool with him in those two games that plays with his preestablished character and backstory and then nothing else. leaving for khura'in at the end of soj? LIES. VILE LIES. he would NEVER walk away from his sister, from the waa, and even from some dual destines developments like that (like come on, he found a new bestie in athena and also how's he gonna visit clay terran's grave. riddle me THAT). the idea of phoenix becoming a father in ajaa was excellent both in how he excelled and how he sucked. it was complicated and messy but did wonders. beanix was great and trucy was a big part of that. he loved his daughter so much. and do we see that at any point later? NO. WHY. ANSWER ME WHY YOU RAT FUCKS I DEMAND ANSWE-

they literally sidelined her so bad i will always be mad about it. like the games before her game (aa4) is considered a trilogy. so the format of the trilogy is that you play as phoenix wright and your assistant is maya fey. and you also get a lot of lore and backstory with maya -- you get to solve her sister's murder, you get to meet her cousin and aunt and the rest of her fucked up family... essentially she gets a lot of attention storywise and that makes her a deeply interesting character! now the format of aa4 is roughly the same, where you play as apollo justice and your assistant is trucy wright. and for the most part what this game tells us about trucy and her family and her past and her motivation and EVERYTHING is good. it's really good. they don't tell you everything, and not even she's told everything, so that makes for something good to be picked up for future games right? but then come aa5 they just completely sidelined her. she shows up for maybe half a case total (there are 5 cases in the game). and she's assistant to apollo right? and we do play as apollo for some cases of aa5. but nope he gets a completely different assistant (who i love but i just feel so conflicted about because i am deeply invested in the continuity or lackthereof of aa4). trucy is just treated as a side character or even a cameo in this game -- it's like they forgot she has a deeply complex backstory and personality!!!!!! and that i love her and i want to see her be more than a silly cameo character. aa6 is also just the same i hate it so much why is she a cameo slash recurring character!!!!!!! this is not what she deserves !!!!

they flattened her character in dual destinies and spirit of justice :^( this post explains it really well i think! https://www.reddit.com/r/AceAttorney/comments/o826d9/a_comprehensive_guide_to_what_trucy_isnt/

Propaganda:

https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/aceattorney/images/7/7a/Trucy_Silly.gif/revision/latest?cb=20120901163119 she is the scrimbly supreme :^]

trucy get behind me i'll protect you from the horrors (the writers straight up forgetting about you and how compelling you are as an individual)

i burnt myself dry of propaganda with the explanation rant so i got nothin' for you, mate.

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tsarisfanfiction · 6 months

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Braids: Chapter 4

Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians Rating: Gen Genre: Family Characters: Michael Yew, Apollo Cabin Moving on chronologically, from being the little brother, now we're in big brother territory! I have a discord server for all my fics, including this one! If you wanna chat with me or with other readers about stuff I write (or just be social in general), hop on over and say hi! Character ages this chapter: Michael - 14 Sally - 11 Will - 11 Robyn - 13 <<Chapter 3

4) Sally

The first thing that greeted Michael when he traipsed into the infirmary on Lee’s orders – “you need practice taking stock checks, put that bow down and go do your chores first” – was Sally perched on the side of one of the beds, tears running down her cheek. Will was hovering around her, looking lost, while Robyn, who was supposed to be supervising Will rather than leaving the kid to handle the infirmary alone, no matter how experienced he was, was out of sight.

Michael would deal with her later. He was far more concerned at the sight of one of his younger sisters being a patient in the infirmary. What the fuck had happened, and why hadn’t he heard about it? Did Lee know?

“What happened?” he demanded, stepping up next to Will and catching sight of a cast on her arm.

Sally burst into a fresh display of tears and he turned his attention to Will to silently demand answers. His younger brother still had one hand on the casted arm, but didn’t seem to be doing any more healing.

“She fell off a pegasus about an hour ago,” Will reported obediently, and Sally hiccupped, trying and failing to get her tears under control. “Broken ulna.”

A pegasus? “Please tell me it wasn’t in the air at the time.” Michael was pretty sure it couldn’t have been – Sally wasn’t seriously injured, and a kid falling from an airborne pegasus definitely didn’t go unnoticed in camp.

Sally’s shake of the head was welcome confirmation, though. It also drew Michael’s attention to the fact that her usually-braided hair was falling loosely around her ears and halfway down her back. The girl sniffled again, wiping her face with her non-casted arm and doing absolutely nothing for the red-rimmed eyes and encrusted salty tear tracks forming.

Michael hated seeing his siblings cry.

“Will, go do stock take,” he ordered, well aware that Lee had told him to do it but also ignoring that fact. What Will didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

“But…” his brother protested, looking at Sally worriedly, and Michael nudged him a little more firmly. “Go, and track down Robyn so she can help you.”

Will looked at him for a few moments, glancing at the still-crying Sally, clearly torn, and okay, yeah, Michael was no-one’s first choice for infirmary duties (except stock take, according to Lee, but Michael knew that was because when Lee left next summer it would be his responsibility), or even dealing with crying people, but he wasn’t leaving that on Will.

He was the big brother, here.

Eventually, Will caved, giving Sally a careful hug. “She’s had ambrosia already,” he reported, “and she can’t take any more painkillers for four hours.”

“Got it,” Michael acknowledged. “Now shoo. Go count things.”

Will gave him a look that in a few years would be stern instead of endearing and moved away, grabbing the clipboard and pen from where it hung by the stockroom door and slipping inside the cupboard.

Michael would deal with Lee’s disapproval for palming it off later, when either Will tattled or he saw the handwriting on the sheet.

For now, Sally.

She was still sniffling, and he pulled himself up to sit on the edge of the bed next to her. From this angle, he could see that her hair, a pretty colour somewhere between brown and red, was a complete mess.

He reached out and plucked out a twig. “Fall into a bush?” he asked, and she nodded. He couldn’t see any scratches on her, but given Will had been in the vicinity, armed with nectar, and probably Robyn as well for all he couldn’t see her right then, simple bush-scratches would’ve disappeared almost immediately.

Michael hummed lightly, then dragged himself up onto the bed properly, folding his legs under him. Sally had quite a lot of debris in her hair, and that was something he could do something about.

She didn’t react as he started extracting more leaves and twigs, but she didn’t pull away, either, so Michael busied himself with making sure everything came out, including the awkward twigs that had snarled themselves up in her hair so tightly that it took several minutes of careful teasing to release them.

He probably shouldn’t have been making a pile of foliage on one of their infirmary beds, but it was the easiest place to put it. He’d clear it up later. Sally’s sniffles quietened gradually as he worked, and by the time her hair was bush-free, she’d stopped crying, which was an unexpected bonus.

Her hair was still a mess, clearly frazzled from its experience, and Michael didn’t have a brush to hand so he had to make do with finger-combing it. It took ages, because fingers were not the best tool for detangling knotted hair, but Sally seemed content to sit and wait for him to finish.

It wasn’t perfect when he was done, but at least she no longer looked like she’d been dragged through a hedge backwards.

“That better?” he asked her, aware of the audience he’d gained at some point but ignoring them. Will and Robyn – wherever she’d reappeared from – had better things to do than stare at him and Sally, but he didn’t care enough to tell them to go do them.

Lee was going to have so many things to complain at him about when he found out about this.

“Mmhmm!” she nodded. “Could you tie it up?”

Unlike most of their cabin, Sally actually had the habit of wearing spare hair ties and scrunchies around her wrist at all times, so Michael shrugged. “Sure,” he said.

Given her hair wasn’t perfectly brushed, splitting it into the three sections for her customary braid was a bit more awkward, and they certainly weren’t the neatest sections Michael had ever prepared for a braid, but with some stubbornness and more finger combing he wrangled them into something workable.

“Since when could you braid?” Robyn demanded suddenly as he started to wrangle the three strands, outside into the middle, one side at a time.

Michael shot her a dull look, pausing in his manipulation of Sally’s hair for a moment to make sure he didn’t lose track of his progress. He could braid without looking, but with Sally’s hair still being a bit rough, he wanted to be able to concentrate so it still looked good enough for his upset sister. Unfortunately, the ability to concentrate was often a lot harder when Robyn was in the vicinity.

“Since I was ten,” he said flatly.

She gaped at him. “Why am I only finding out about this now?” she demanded. “Where have you been hiding this skill, Michael?”

“Not my fault you weren’t paying attention,” he told her. “Don’t you have an infirmary to run?”

“Will, go run the infirmary,” Robyn said instantly. The smirk she sent Michael was full of challenge and he scowled at her.

“I’m not your errand boy,” Will retorted, crossing his arms firmly in front of his chest. “You’re responsible for the infirmary this shift, not me. Do your own work.”

Michael returned to braiding Sally’s hair as his younger siblings started arguing, hiding his own smirk.

“So you’ll do Michael’s duties for him, but not mine?” Robyn complained. “This is favouritism, Will.”

“Michael had more important things to do!” Will argued back. “You just want to stare.”

“Like you’re not surprised Michael can braid hair, too.”

“Actually, I’m not. I already knew.”

Robyn’s outraged squawk got a small giggle out of Sally. “Was I the only one that didn’t know?”

“Yes,” Sally interjected, and out of the corner of his eye Michael saw Robyn throw her hands up in exasperation.

“Bullying!” she proclaimed. “You’re all bullying me! Michael, once you’re done with Sally, you’re doing my hair, got it?”

He shrugged noncommittally. “Go do your duties and I’ll think about it.”

“That’s blackmail!” she protested, but to Michael’s relief she did actually obey, disappearing out of his periphery – but not without flicking the blue ends of her hair in his direction.

“She won’t leave you alone about that now,” Will pointed out unnecessarily. Michael knew she was going to bug him until he did it, but that was for future Michael to deal with. Current Michael was still concentrating on getting Sally’s unbrushed hair into an acceptably-neat braid.

“You’re supposed to be helping her,” he reminded him. “She’s not the only one on duty right now.”

“I did your chore for you,” Will rebutted. “I’m taking a break, and if Lee tells me off, I’m blaming you.”

“Brat,” Michael muttered, but Sally was giggling again, so he would take that. Besides, Lee was already going to be telling him off for not doing what he was told; what was one more thing? It wasn’t like Lee was ever going to scold Will. A couple more twists of hair and the braid was finished. “Which hair tie do you want me to use, Sally?”

She hummed, raising her unbroken arm so she could inspect the collection on her wrist. “The black scrunchie,” she decided, offering her wrist to him so he could extract it from the rest of them. It was difficult to do one-handed, and Will ended up sneaking in and doing it for him, complete with a smug look that said, see, you needed me here, didn’t you?

Michael ignored his brother, twisting the scrunchie around the base of the braid until it was snug. It wasn’t pure black; most of it was a solid black colour, but it was edged with a thin line of gold. Michael didn’t often see Sally actually use that one in her hair, but if that was the one she wanted, he wasn’t going to argue.

“All done,” he said instead, once he’d twisted it as many times as it would go.

He was not prepared for her to twist around and wrap her unbroken arm around him in an awkward hug.

“Thank you, Michael,” she mumbled into his shoulder, giving him a tight squeeze. “Best brother.”

“Hey!” Will protested, and she giggled but didn’t take back her words. Michael, in a fit of maturity, grinned smugly at his younger brother as he gave Sally a brief one-armed squeeze in response.

“You’re welcome,” he said.

Chapter 5>

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etlunainmorte · 4 years

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A few moments later, Dante arrived at the other side. But, his path was blocked by V, himself, who was standing still, his back turned away from him.

"You alright there, V?" Dante asked as he scratched his temple in confusion. "Aren't we - ?"

"Yes, we are." V cut him off, raising his metal cane and using it to point at something before the two of them. "We have finally arrived."

The younger brother followed V's line of sight, and what he saw before him simply took his breath away.

"Holy mama - !" Dante breathed in awe at the marvelous sight.

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🌙 To You Who Rejected Me 🌙

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III

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"Holy mama - !" Dante breathed in awe at the marvelous sight.

And who could blame him?

What V and Dante saw was a small group of herders, men, women, and children, walking towards the edge of the forest not far from where they were.

However, the brothers were aware that this group of people weren't just mere herders. Aside from the fact that they were dressed entirely different from the tourists and locals of Delphi, the animals that were with them were the kind that the brothers haven't seen before. In fact, it was safe to say that they would never see those kinds of creatures roaming around where they came from.

They were horses and stags. But, not just any kind of horses or stags.

The horses have two pairs of wings, a pair of twisted horns, like a goat's, and the smallest of them stood at least seven feet tall. The stags were of the same height as the horses but, they have long and twisted horns that seemingly gleamed when exposed to direct sunlight.

And they looked absolutely breath taking.

"Those horses don't look like Geryons to me." Griffon, who let go of Dante's back and landed on V's waiting arm, whispered.

"They don't look demonic to me, at all." Dante added.

"Look." V whispered, pointing at the group of herders, and Dante and Griffon did as they were told. The children, aside from the fact that they looked unearthly beautiful for their ages, seemed to float with every step they make. Like they were hovering when they skipped. And the adults? Aside from the fact that they were the most graceful group of people the brothers have ever seen, their ears,... were pointed.

"Do you think those are," Dante whispered. " ... Elves?"

"The peace - loving kind, yes." V answered as quietly as he could.

It took them quite a while before they could even make a single move. Seeing all these were foreign to the brothers, and they simply couldn't take their eyes off the otherworldly sight. And when they finally vanished through that forest, they realized that none of them has made a single move to go on with their quest.

"What now?" Griffon asked a few moments later.

"What?" Dante answered absent - mindedly, his eyes still fixed on the spot where the Elves and the strange creatures walked.

"We can't just stand here all day! Ugh!" Griffon screeched, his shrill voice piercing through the quiet and peaceful atmosphere. "V, what do we do?"

"We go through that forest and follow those Elves." The poet answered, not sure what to do next after that. Which proved how unprepared they really were in going through with this wild plan.

Dante and Griffon didn't say anything else as they finally made the first step towards the Elven realm. And as they ventured, they saw more and more wondrous sights before them. The wild and exotic birds that made unique and curious little noises. The soft, sentient glow in the grass where they walked. The pastel colored sky where other, unknown creatures of all shapes and sizes freely flew. Even the sweet scent of the cool air. Everything looked and felt amazing. Breath taking.

And as they were about to enter the forest, V turned, took one last look at where they came from and saw, with wide awed eyes, the temple of the God Apollo.

Except that it was no longer in ruins. It stood tall and proud and majestic. As if the gears of time turned to restore it to its former glory and honor.

As if it was never destroyed by war, or time, or people who turned their backs on Apollo and neglected it.

Their short and peaceful walk through the forest proved to be their only reprieve from the things that were about to come their way.

As much as they wanted to stay longer in the forest, to see more strange creatures, to look at the weird and wonderful plants, flowers, and trees, and most of all, to rest their tired bones, even for just a little while, they still, unfortunately, have a score to settle. A problem to solve. Not to mention a group of murderous Elves still hot on their trails. So, they couldn't afford to stop now. Not now when they've come so far. They must go on with their journey.

And as their eyes wandered through the city they just entered, they felt more and more unsure of what to do next. For one thing, some folks were beginning to notice how strange they looked. Plus, they haven't eaten breakfast.

V, on the other hand, would not be deterred by hunger. Never.

"I think we should start looking for her." V stated, ignoring his rumbling stomach, as he cautiously looked all over the place.

"Where should we begin? I mean, look at this place!" Dante said as he waved a hand on what's before them: a bustling crowd amidst a busy town with small white buildings and stalls owned by merchants offering all sorts of food and items. "At least this thick crowd is good for some cover. Those killer Elves won't even realize we're here."

"I got some disguises!" Griffon, who just flew down carrying some stuff on his talons, happily and proudly announced.

"How and where did you get these?" V asked as he received some clean white linens from the demonic bird.

"From an old man with funny ears. And oh, I asked nicely." Griffon answered, and V knew it was a lie.

"Hey, this would totally help!" Dante agreed as he took one hot pink linen from the familiar's talons and covered his head and face with it. "How do I look?"

V didn't utter a word in fear that he might offend his brother because of how hideous he looked, and instead focused his attention back to the busy crowd. "I wonder if they're celebrating something?"

"Who knows?" Dante answered in a higher pitch in an effort to disguise his voice, as well.

"Put on yer disguise, V! We have a lot to do and we must hurry! Chop, chop!" Griffon commanded as he put on a polka - dot patterned linen over his head to cover his horns. Which, unsurprisingly, didn't do really well for a disguise.

"How do we do this? Do we just ask around?" Dante asked, once again in his high - pitched voice, as he pulled the linen lower to his face.

V narrowed his eyes at his younger brother for his shenanigans, and pointed, with his cane, at the tallest and most imposing building he could see from a distance. "The Elf who rescued us said she's the future Queen. Assuming she's a Princess," He brought down his cane, wore the white linen like a scarf around his neck, and gestured with his head towards that building he was pointing at. " ... it would make perfect sense if we go look for her there first."

Dante, with his mouth wide open, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you're right." He said in his normal voice. "Let's do this."

The three did not waste any more time. Squeezing in through the crowd of Elves dressed in all manner of weird and wonderful clothing, they made their way towards the castle but, the closer they got to it, the harder it was to walk through. And as they got closer and closer towards the huge iron gates of the castle, they found out what's causing all of this.

Apparently, a bard and a jester were performing on a platform right in front of the gates of the castle. And what's more, a group of heavily armored guards were on stand by next to the platform.

Which spells trouble for V, Dante, and Griffon.

"How do we get past that?!" Griffon, whose talons held onto V's back, said, craning his neck to see past the sea of heads to witness what's going on.

"I guess we just wait for this clown show to finish." Dante answered as he crossed his arms and started to casually watch the said clown show.

"Then, we make our move." V added as he watched the jester perform magic tricks as the bard sang in time.

As the crowd went ooh and aah with every trick the jester performed, V noticed some kind of pattern in his movements. He saw how the jester manifested some rings of energy of different sizes and colors with his fingertips, scattering them around him and invading the entire stage. He also noticed how the bard, despite him not knowing a single word of what she's singing, pronounced the lyrics, like she was actually reciting some form of poetry, and not just any kind of song. V saw how the jester made those rings of energy with each phrase she sang, and when the tone of her song got higher and somewhat more ominous sounding, the jester suddenly spread his arms wide open. And when he brought them together with a loud clap of his hands, the rings moved, ascending into the sky with such speed.

The crowd got even more excited as the jester started performing some kind of a ritualistic - looking dance, and the rings of light started moving towards the middle, slowly aligning, as the bard went on singing. With one last snappy movement of the jester and with the highest note of the bard's song, the rings finally aligned, then merged into one huge ring which reflected so many colors. And when the performance ended, the ring exploded, its many colorful shards filling the air and falling down on the audience.

V noticed everyone around him catching a shard of their own as a souvenir, so he did the same. And what happened next made his eyes wide with both surprise and amusement. The shard transformed into a piece of paper the moment it made contact with his skin. And on the piece of paper were words written in a language he, of course, couldn't understand.

And with that final magic trick, the crowd finally started to dissipate.

"I can't wait to see the Convergence!" A young girl dreamily told her friend as they made their way back to the market area of the city. "I want to see it with my own eyes."

Convergence?

"I agree with that." Her friend answered. "Fifty years is just too long for such a spectacle."

"I don't care! As long as I get to witness the Millennial Coronation, I'm satisfied."

Millennial Coronation?

"V, look!" The poet heard his brother's voice, and when he turned his attention back to their mission, he saw the guards leaving the platform to open the gates of the castle.

"Now's our chance!" Griffon whispered as he moved closer to V.

V hid the piece of paper in his pocket and followed Dante on his way to the gate.

This is it! It's all or nothing,...

"Where," All of a sudden, they heard a voice behind them, startling them and making them turn around in caution. " ... do you think you're going?"

When V saw the man who spoke those words, he felt a chill run up and down his spine in a very awful manner. Dressed and poised in a very intimidating way, with his weapon, a long sword, drawn and in clear view, V couldn't help but feel both nervous and slightly frightened before him.

V knew his limits. He can, more or less, analyze how strong his enemy is. V knew when or when not to attack.

And this,...

This was definitely one of those times they should avoid having a fight,...

The man before them smiled, his green eyes shimmering with threat, and his hard, yet ethereal, facial features seemingly mocking their very existence. "Well?" He pressed on, authority emanating from that single word alone.

"Oh!" Dante stammered, again in his high pitched tone. "We're here to,... ahh,... visit someone! Yeah."

Fuck! V savagely thought. Not now, Dante. NOT NOW!

But, V knew warnings were useless now.

"And who, might I ask, is the person you wanted to grace with a visit?" The man pried even further.

Dante's eyes grew wide as he held up a single finger. "The Princess! Yes!"

"Gahhh!" Griffon whispered as he hid his face with his wing in shame of what Dante just did.

"THEM!" They heard another voice, and when they turned to see who it was, they saw a short old man with long and twisted ears pointing an accusing and shriveled finger at them. And to make matters even worse, he was accompanied with a group of armored guards.

The old man with the funny ears!

"THEY STOLE MY TOILET LINENS!" The old man howled in agony.

"I'm surprised!" The man boomed, grinning as he pointed his weapon at them, making the other guards do the same. "I didn't know the Princess is expecting a couple of thieves as guests!" And with a sudden frown, he added. "Mortals who associate and procreate with Demons!"

Fuck,... - !

Despite V's warning, Dante unsheathed his Rebellion, clearly looking like he was awfully itching for a good fight. And when he snatched the pink linen from his face, threw it on the ground, and gave a challenging look, he spoke, "Took you long enough to figure that out." He drew his weapon and gestured with his finger, taunting the Elven male. "Let's rock, Legolas!"

"Oh, sweetheart, you don't know what you've gotten yourself into,..."

None of them, even Dante himself, was able to attack the moment they heard that silken, female voice and felt a powerful presence just behind them. And even when they turned around to see who, or what it was, they only felt wind pass through them like they were nothing.

"Pulling magic tricks, eh, Legolas?" Dante said and was about to raise the Rebellion when he suddenly stopped moving.

Like something was controlling him.

It was too late. The moment Dante howled with pain and dropped his weapon to the ground, a woman with long, platinum colored hair emerged from behind Legolas and winked at him.

It was her. That powerful presence V felt,...

It came from her.

Legolas nodded with approval at the woman. "Wonderful as always, Gladiola." The man said and pointed at Dante with his sword, who was still struggling where he stood. "Do your work, my sister." He commanded with such spite.

The poet tried to react in time. He raised his left hand, ready to snap his fingers to summon his strongest familiar when the woman named Gladiola made a gesture with her fingers. And when she did, V instantly felt numb all over his body. The action she made also forced Griffon back to his body as tattoos, and the moment she made another graceful and fluid gesture with her fingers, both he and Dante fell on the ground, defeated without even a single fight.

So, this,... is the power of the Elves,... V thought as he helplessly watched the man sheath his sword, satisfied with the victory his sister has brought him.

"D - don't,... you dare - !" Dante growled through gritted teeth as he watched the guards take the Rebellion and V's cane away. He looked up and saw Gladiola smiling down at him, her gaze both alluring and deadly. She walked closer towards him, knelt down, and touched Dante's hair, the action instantly knocking him out unconscious. She, then, stood, and went straight to where V was.

The last things the poet saw before he closed his eyes were her melancholic green ones, and her stoic facial expression as she laid a hand down his head.

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#vitale #dmc5 #devil may cry 5 #to you who rejected me #v x reader #v x you #chapter 3 #the elven realm #dante #griffon

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