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Regulus Has More Depth than it Seems

Ever since I started playing Reverse 1999, Regulus has been portrayed as Vertin's energetic friend, pirate rocker, maybe with ADHD, and overall fun gal. I didn't pay attention to her much, but after watching her anecdote, I realized that there were many things that I glossed over about her.

During Regulus' anecdote, I saw this line. That means Regulus was old enough to remember her mother's demeanor towards her or what her mother was like.

Regulus is a street kid who was practically raised by Mr. APPle. Broadcasting music illegally in her pirate ship, she has gotten trouble in the side of the law several times.

Although she never went to school, she is very bright (knowing mechanical know-hows in Laplace and doing Math in Apeiron).

It pains me that Regulus can sometimes be reduced to a comedy gag by the fandom. She might be seriously funny and memetic but she is also profoundly devoted to Vertin and a sweetheart. She was the first one Vertin saved in the suitcase after all!

This was brought to my attention when I saw a line during her anecdote. The mayor of Gold Dust (who was part of the Order of Enlightenment) wanted to invite Regulus to a worship for the Sufferer (Arcana) and Regulus expressed contempt for that:

This line means that Regulus knows about Vertin's past! This means that Vertin must have been comfortable enough to open up to her regarding the Breakaway incident that happened during Chapter 3.

She was also first to hug Vertin when she came back and cried bitterly from being separated from her.

When Regulus joined Vertin for the first time, Vertin was worried that she might feel burdened or restricted going with her. Then Regulus says this:

She was sweet in the beginning and she had been a loyal partner to Vertin ever since. I know that for sure since she went to prison multiple times already for her. She never gave up on Vertin and never stopped trying when the Foundation kept her unconcious.

I love vertin so much cuz she has the energy of a standard middle age man babygirl

so i ended up my relationtips with hoyo games and almost immidiately had fallen into another chinese gacha god frkn damn it

maybe i am the problem

I'll do my crying in the rain.

Real event chat

I MET HER, I FOUND HER, FRIENDS OMG SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL SO COOL SO STRONG SO PERFECT SO SLAY

she's so confident and SHE'S MARVELOUS

her, her athletic clothes, her PC and the stickers on it >>>>>>>>>>>>> world

I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I LOVE HER GOUOFOYIYCYIHIGKX 🛐🛐🛐🛐❤️‍🔥🔥💥

Save me, John Titor

John Titor, save me

she's my wife btw :3 that's why this account exists

WIP ↓

Hi.

I just reread the first chapter and wanted to draw them talking or something. I wasn't sure about the lighting and the atmosphere, so I make it blurry and foggy to hide my mistakes.

Btw I didn't tell anyone that I went hiatus (again) because I didn't know that I'd go hiatus.

I'm still socially inactive but at least I'm drawing again.

Also I've started watermarking my art. I didn't like adding my name on my art because I thought it would only stay on my accounts anyway, so there's no need for people to look up my name.

It just feels weird having my work shared in places I can't control. idk. It's not a big deal but eehh..

Anyway I'm off see you guys in 6 months jkjkunless

Damned if you do, damned if you don't.

That silhouette in the middle

Looks oddly familiar

on the purpose of references in r1999

I was thinking about how meta the writing gets while playing Blonney’s anecdote. To an extent, it’s due to just how many references they put in it, but it’s also not the first time the narration has been directly commenting onto itself.

I find it interesting because usually, this tends to put a distance between the story and the reader, since you’re expected to no longer experience the narrative  « first hand » but actually reflect on the way a story is constructed. It’s expecting a certain level of prerequisite knowledge from its readers in a sense.

It got me thinking into wether this has a purpose beyond Bluepoch enjoying the settings that much. I don’t think this is necessarily what they intended with it, but actually, the way we’re expected to interact with those stories, the distance, the callbacks, that’s kind of similar to how Vertin interacts with the world around her isn’t it?

She cannot experience the flow of time earnestly anymore, humanity has already been through all of this before. And since the Manus seems to be fucking with the timeline, those historical references have an investigative purpose for her. Things are no longer just happening, time is reflecting upon itself.

So that kind of unconsciously brings us closer to Vertin in a way.

Idk this is nothing but i just thought it was kind of neat.

Detainment

@palepigeon collab with them yippeee

(Prompt. When Vertin was taken to the rehabilitation center, what do you mean "held down"? Plus the hc the Foundation may have broken her legs in the process)

(This fic includes a couple of ocs as well)

Heres Vertin not having a fun time TM.

The Bill will work out, Vertin thought as they led her through the rehabilitation center: the sterile walls and hallways felt oppressive and suffocating this time, even more so than usual. She could see no familiar faces in the halls, only the blank white masks of Foundation personnel mixed with the cylindrical domed headgear of Laplace: she likely made sure to assign anyone familiar with her to other sections of the building, out of sight and out of mind.

As they approached the room, Vertin could see through the looking glass: Mesmer Jr.

She was shifting uncomfortably, pulling at the cuffs of her sleeves and folding her arms. Even though she held a blank expression towards Vertin, eyes are windows to the soul. This was a similar situation to the both of them, well acquainted with the "procedures" Vertin had to undertake to be the Timekeeper.

Yet ... Something felt different about this time as she crossed the threshold of the door, with the guards looming presence becoming even more oppressive and ominous. Vertin wondered, why escort her with such armored personnel? Surely Constantine knew Vertin had no control in this situation, just like all those years before, and the years following. Maybe if she looked at the batons at their waist, and the restraints peeking out of their pockets, she could have used the smallest instant to run out the room.

There were a couple of personnel watching this unfold, watching the 16 year old child be escorted by two guard to the room, she looked sane, full of health and innocence ... No, they remembered, it was the Timekeeper, she was the Timekeeper as dictated by the Foundation. The Timekeeper, and she needed reminding of the position she held. And like every time before, they averted their eyes to what happened next.

-

"Ms Nightingale, please take this to the Containment Department, Laplace personnel will shortly arrive to begin testing it's properties"

Juniper found herself in the possession of the Timekeeper's suitcase, the diamond purple and black details with gold embellishments; it had been the talk of the department ever since the Timekeeper came into her position. A miraculous case always attached to the hip of the young professional, loads of rumours were spread about this case, the potential of it having the Storm Immunity similar to the Timekeeper herself. That very object was now in her very hands.

And it felt very wrong.

"Yes Madam, we'll take it swiftly to the Containment Department for safe keeping. But, I must enquire ... Is the Timekeeper currently lending us her suitcase? Surely she needs it to perform her duties?"

Something felt off about all of this, Juniper gave a sideways glance to Watts with her singular working eye: they looked back. Unease between the both of them suppressed any previous curiosity towards the case in hand.

"You shouldn't concern yourself with matters that don't relate to you, Ms Nightingale. Your job is to ensure the suitcase doesn't fall into the wrong hands. Not to question the integrity of the Foundation."

Wrong hands? This case doesn't belong to her, or the Foundation. This is the Timekeeper's own possession. What was happening?

"The Timekeeper is currently out of commission after the 1929 Storm, your Department will ensure the safety of the case while Laplace will ... observe its peculiarities ... Am I understood?"

"Yes Madam"

Constantine promptly leaves, and some of the pressure her presence brings is expelled. Juniper always hated when people used her surname, with all the dead memories attached to it. That woman really does know how to get under people's skin. But the dread remains in the air. Juniper motions for Watts to take the case, the conversation made the shaking in her left hand act up again. Watts gently takes the case from her as they began to walk back to their department.

"This whole thing is iffy, Juni."

"What are we to do then, Watts?"

"I know, I know, just ... Something doesn't feel right."

"We'll just ... Take the case there and make sure Laplace doesn't mess with it to much. Its the most we can do"

Juniper sighed, the most we can do for a child is the bare minimum denied to the Timekeeper. Sometimes it is easy to forget the savior of the Foundation was a child, the Foundation probably liked to keep it that way. There was nothing to do but wait.

-

Vertin could feel the dread skyrocket the moment the door fully closed, the guards position themselves from behind her to her sides, bracing themselves for something. She promptly put on the medicinal gown placed in front of her, as the thousand of times she had done for - like a lamb led into a slaughterhouse. Outside of the room, Constantine appears from the outside looking in, with Madam Z following swiftly behind, also accompanied by ... guards? What was going on?

"Hello, Vertin. We are just here to ensure your admittance goes safely."

The air felt dead, Mesmer looked on the verge of completely dissociating from the situation or collapsing all together. She knows something is about to happen. She always knew what procedures Vertin had to do, having taken a part in some of them herself. The more ... serious ones always left her in this state, especially the ... experiments... Something was very, VERY wrong.

"I'm sorry" The smallest voice reached out in a futile attempt at comfort, a small drop was always followed by a crash of waves.

"Guards, ensure our patient's compliance to the procedure, breaking her legs will suffice."

"What?!?!" Two guards behind Madam Z immediately restrain her, and once again Madam Z becomes the witness to Vertin's pain.

Vertin was quick, but not quick enough. The guards with the small space in the room made it no time before she was seized by the hands on either side. She could hear them grabbing the baton from their sides before chaos broke out.

-

"TIMEKEEPER IS RESISTING. REPORT TO ROOM 825 IMMEDIATELY."

Was this a sick joke? Her pager buzzes again.

"PREPARE TO USE HIGH VOLTAGE. REPORT IMMEDITATELY."

Watts, accompanying her table during her respite from a previous incident an hour earlier, looks on in horror. Neither of them speak for a minute.

"THIS IS AN ORDER. REPORT IMMEDIATELY TO ROOM 825."

"No ... this is why they asked our Department to take her case. They're trapping her here. Oh, god ..."

It dawns on Watts the true nature of Constantine's order, isolation and pressure. When they took the case, they had no idea there were occupants remaining inside, so once arriving at the ACD they placed the case in a spare room. Juni mentioned Foundation personnel have been in and out of the room since, and one by one the members of the suitcase began to leave, escorted out. Watts speculates one singular person was in there, holding down the fort for as long as possible.

"They're asking for a high voltage ... For the Timekeeper? What is this?"

"THIS IS NOT A REQUEST. REPORT IMMEDIATELY."

Her pager won't shut up. It felt like a death knell sealing her fate.

Watts remains silent, staring at the reflective table. Splintercat holds the pager in hand, wand in the other. They both knew the answer. There was little they could do otherwise.

"... The sooner you go, the sooner her suffering ends"

Watts knew it was a sick and twisted thing to say, it sounded like they were referring to a dog rather than a child. But what else could they do?

"Take this."

"Hm?"

Watts reaches into a pocket of their jacket and pulls out a small bottle. Lavender oil. Splintercat reaches and grabs the small vial from the mechanical hand.

"I'm assuming Mesmer's gonna be the one looking after her. Apparently this helps humans sleep, Juni told me she burns this next to her when she finds it difficult... It's not much, but it's something right?"

Splintercat inspects the vial, the pager blares in the back. Watts attempts to crack a weak smile, but they know this was a petty, futile and truly useless gesture they could afford her.

"I understand. I will do what I can ... Thanks, Watts."

She promptly leaves before Watts could respond. All the way she felt more like an executioner on the way to the guillotine ready to prepare the next victim.

-

There was no point in screaming, or thrashing, or resisting the Foundation's will. That was the rule Vertin learned that fateful day in the rain, outward and physical attempts to undermine the Foundation's rules and regulations was swiftly dealt with, largely through force; both mental and physical.

Vertin has been subjected to both countless times: thrown into the Guardhouse with worms; had tear gas thrown directly into her lap; The Breakaway; the numerous beatings, reprimands and amount of needles she's been subjected to have hammer this point home. But this has and will not stop her, the Bill go through, all the pieces have been set in place.

In the midst of the struggling, Vertin briefly sees the occupants outside: Constantine stands with her signature winning smile, a satisfaction of seeing the final piece falling to her hands.

The checkmate once again is hers.

A blur of movement beside her - Madam Z, Vertin thinks. She's glad that this time Madam Z seemingly had no part in this detainment. Nothing will ever quell the smallest resentment she has for her, all those years ago being the muse to their failed escape. Seeing her panicked and restrained brings an odd comfort.

Vertin feels everything and nothing at once, feels the bruising impact of the batons, the violent grip on their shoulders, the bullet wounds she sustained not long ago, while healed by now phantom pains come to rear their ugly head around.

Maybe this is divine punishment once again.

She couldn't save Schnieder, Mr. Karson, or Marian from erasure in the Storm. The feeling of Schnieder's short existence is fading, her warmth replaced with the void of her absence... Maybe she is mad as they claim, she thinks.

The struggle seemed to last forever, until Mesmer seemingly turns towards the open door at a new visitor. Maybe this is her chance, Vertin dares to hope. But this notion is immediately quelled and stamped out, much like the hopes her friends had at that doorway. Vertin could feel the fluctuations of powerful arcanum, lighting arcanum and her hope dies as the door closes once again.

The reflective nature of Laplace's architecture reveals the feline-like figure, masked and poised to attack.

Two yellow eyes spell out the predetermined outcome of this day.

-

"REPORT IMMIEDATELY. TIMEKEEPER IS RESISITING. ASSISTANCE IS MANDATORY."

Her heels attacked the smooth tiled floor of Laplace, the pager blaring over and over, nothing would stop its screaming until the problem was dealt with. And in this case it was the esteemed Timekeeper.

Her line of work usually meant having to subdue violent, erratic, and unstable patients. Preventing them from either harming other or themselves. Her arcanum while useful and powerful, was a constant gamble of life and death to her heart with each measured strike and voltage applied to patients. Her work wasn't pretty in any way. Far from it ... But nothing could have prepared her to being ordered to apply a high voltage shock to the Timekeeper, a literal child. Splintercat was thankful for her mask at times like this, bystanders to her approach looked on in fear then promptly looked away, whoever was at the tail end of her wand wasn't in for a nice surprise. We all wear masks in this facility, this organization: whether artificial constructions to create the impression of a face, like Watts and Madam Lucy; her's as a means to cover her scars; or the ones worn plainly, like Constantine's placid and false yet peaceful smile and the Timekeeper's stoic expression. Right now, it allowed her to be someone else, an attempt to detach herself from the situation. To emotionally prepare for the task at hand.

Upon approaching the specific room she was greeted with a horrifying and pecuilar sight: her superiors Madam Constantine and Madam Z, the latter of which seemingly being restrainted by the guards next to her, rather than protecting her. It took no time to realize why Madam Z was in a distressed state from the sounds of struggle within the room. The sight was horrific and distressing indeed: the Timekeeper was held by her arms by the guards, expressions unknown under the masks as they proceeded to break her legs, batons already showing the bruising they had endured. They normal person by this point would have stopped trying and simply give into the treatment, but Vertin wasn't: she was still fighting for every last second to be awake, to be conscious, to not succumb into the dream. But Splintercat even through the viewing glass could see the flickers of fear. Regardless of how esteemed the Timekeeper is, Vertin was still a child. Maybe Watts was right, this was a job only she could do, even if it was going to be painful the moment she released the spell. It would be one hit over the dozens already inflicted on Vertin.

Hesitantly, she turns to the powerful woman besides her. The one who rules the chess board.

"Madam Constantine. I will not question your methods, but.. Could we not have sedated her before this procedure?"

"Sounds like you are questioning my methods, 'Splintercat'."

The nickname rolls harshly off her tongue, spit like sweet venom. Splintercat glances over to Vertin for a brief moment.

"Surely you are not hesitating to serve the Foundation that raised you? I thought you wished to be helpful and gain our admiration?"

A hand is placed on Splintercat's shoulder, and she shudders subtly, the yellow orbs that shine from beneath her mask becoming blurry as her eyes fill with tears. She's thankful for the mask only showing those glowing orbs rather than her full eyes in times like this.

"..No, ma'am. I understand."

Ignoring the piercing gaze of Constantine behind her, Splintercat walked into the room and prepared her incantation. She hasn't been in Laplace for long - Just about the same amount of time Vertin has had her assistant.. She hopes that in the future, she can have more power over situations like this.

The moment she walked in, glanced at Mesmer staring straight back at her, a level of spite was very permeable in the air. Splintercat's facade slowly broke down. The hand that holds her wand trembles ever so slightly, but goes unnoticed by everyone else.

Outside, Constantine seems pleased that she's successfully manipulated another pawn.

-

"Please don't make this harder than it has to be. Please, Timekeeper. Don't make me do this."

Splintercat whispers, quiet enough for nobody else but Vertin to hear. If Vertin didn't know any better, she'd think that the woman's voice wavered for a second - Showing regret and sadness for the situation.

The incantation could hit at any moment, the longer the spell isn't released the longer the suffering continues. Vertin struggled to face the newcomer to the room, but the initial dread began to fill with regret and sorrow; it was hard to see Splintercat's reaction through the reflective surfaces, but just enough reflected a pained expression obscured by the mask as their eyes met through the distorted image. For a moment the struggling stopped, the guards who still held an iron grip on her stopped their beatings, everyone knew the proficiency of Splintercat's arcanum. No one wanted to risk it straying anywhere off course of her targets, even though she's never missed before.

Maybe she wouldn't have to fire this incantation, Splintercat thought. A voltage this high is dangerous not just to Vertin, but also herself.

Vertin bolted and for a moment she was free of the guard restraining her of this untold hour, or few minutes.

Only to feel the sharp pain of electricity coursing through her veins, they became a blur of sights and sounds.

She could feel the joint effort of Mesmer and Splintercat catching her mid fall, at least now she couldn't feel the pain in her legs in this state. The softness of the bed was welcoming to say the least, Vertin could not remember the last time she went to sleep in a proper bed, much less sleeping at all for the past few days... If Vertin was more aware, the tension between Mesmer and Splintercat was at an all time high, the latter immediately withdrawing her hands once Vertin was settled on the bed.

This was checkmate, a win for Constantine. Just this round.

The last thoughts Vertin had before her months long sleep would claim was the desperate hope the Bill would pass.

If the suppression of emotions and memories can cause memory loss, then there's a slight possibility that it may be one of the reasons why Urd can barely remember. We're not sure yet what Urd has truly gone through but I don't think being Reversed and braving the storm and surviving all the same can lead to anything good and her past is still a mystery to be uncovered.

So possibly it's not just because of the side effects of surviving the storm but also suppressing memories and deep emotions of what she'd gone through is the cause of her amnesiac state. It's an interesting thought to say the least.

Also this implies that there's a slight chance of Vertin slowly losing her memories due to blocking and suppressing strong emotions. Which could not only deal some good heavy angst but also parallel Urd's own if she truly is her mother.

Wapaloosies are Critters.

They most likely survived since they are arcane creatures.

I'm imagining Vertin catching these agile little things. On a separate note, Vertin lost her friends in the Storm before she met Regulus. A failed experiment. I wonder if we'll ever have this story explored further?

IM COOKED—

do you guys see my vision (?

JOHN TITOR MENTIONED YOOO

It's the stuff in the main story (chapter 8)

Please infect me so I can talk in hexadecimal code too

Few scrappy doodles from the past few days. Been trying to get out of art block but it’s absolutely eating me alive :’)

There are other sketches but their too incomprehensible to post :’o

A Pirate's Yearn (A Regulus x Vertin Fanfic) just reached 1000 hits and 100 kudos in AO3!

Not much of a milestone, I know, but it is a rareship fic in a game's small western fandom, done by someone who's just got into writting fanfic last year as a way to improve its english.

With all things considered, I do think is worth celebrate it. And of course, thanks to all of you who have been reading my stuff and leaving positive feedback! Hope you enjoy my upcoming (and hopefully) bi-weekly fic about Mercuria that I'll start uploading in January 15th. ...

Okay, enough yapping, back to writting.

Challenge: explain how Schneider and Vertin could work canonically in spite of their short time together.

This previous post I made helps flesh out their dynamics but I want to talk about how the two could fall in love with each other. It might help put the rest of this post in perspective.

Unconventional lover theory:

Perhaps Schneider didn't fall in love with Vertin per say, but she saw what they could be. What if she saw enough to say that one day she'd fall in love with this person if she had the chance. Vertin didn't have a long time with Schneider, but in their short time she displayed everything Schneider wished for. It's about impact rather than time, especially since they met in extraordinary circumstances.

So going off of that, if Schneider feels that one day Vertin will be someone special to her due to her character...

Why can't they start right now? Does love have to be done in a specific order for it to be real? Schneider herself is a rather unconventional person so, perhaps this line of thought isn't weird for her.

One day'll fall she'll fall in love with Vertin, so what's wrong with indulging in their relationship now? Whether it's after the first date or 10 dates, if they end up together then why not love each other from now?

That is to say, she doesn't love Vertin; she loves the Vertin she'll inevitably fall in love with the down the line.

Time is short. She has shit to do. They can figure out the middle part along the way but she's looking at the end-game.

She loves the future they could have had together.

Unfortunately she also knows they don't have time to build that future.

As for Vertin, she isn't in love with Schneider either but she feels she could be. Vertin doesn’t know this is the last time she'll see Schneider and thinks in a more conventional sense where they'll get closer day by day. However, Vertin can't have anything "normal" so she's robbed of that possibility. She tries not to think about what ifs since she can't change anything, meaning she ruminates on the past and reality of the situation.

Vertin's fixated on the loss she suffered in the past.

Schneider focused on future she knows they can't have.

But, perhaps in a convoluted way, they started falling in love the moment they actually looked at each other in the hours before the Storm. When their visions aligned in the present.

New Arcana Idea to play with. Constantine included.

Arcana returns, but she's significantly weaker than before. At first she is welcome back at Manus, however there is infighting and politics now spreading throughout the order. Without Arcana as the head, Manus fractured into different smaller factions who all have different theories on how to reach their goal.

Arcana wants to retake control of Manus but in her current state she is unable to reign them in. They decide they don't need her anymore. Some also feel like Arcana's sight of her real goal since she met the Timekeeper.

With nowhere else to go, she pops up in the Suitcase. She wants to strike an alliance to take down the current leaders of Manus and start over. Vertin has no intention of letting Arcana continue her reign of terror, but she begrudgingly sees use for Arcana.

So Arcana ends up in the Suitcase but like Isolde she is not allowed to leave freely.

The only person Constantine can't stand more than Vertin is Arcana. The two are always talking in circles around each other and playing mind games. Vertin is highly amused by this until she inevitably gets dragged into it as Constantine's proudest creation and Arcana's greatest obsession.

Honestly the mind games go nowhere. They go off on tangents often since it's more about winning than reasoning. Arcana doesn't give a damn but Constantine is simmering inside because she has no idea what the hell is going on in Arcana's head.

Interestingly, Arcana is one of the few people to make Madam Z openly hostile. Granted it's still restrained but you can tell she wants Arcana nowhere near her baby.

In terms of teamwork, Arcana follows Vertin's orders without question but then suddenly pull a monkey's paw. As in, Vertin will tell her to do something and she'll get it done in the worst possible way. When Arcana's feeling cooperative, they are a terrifying duo.

It's a cycle of people using each other to reach a common goal. I feel like we can explore darker sides of the Timekeeper this way to. She's a sweetie, but she's able to manipulate and scheme just as much as Constantine and Arcana. She can see their train of thought even though she doesn't agree.

When she takes Arcana on missions she keeps in her line of sight at all times. She's afraid of what Arcana will do the moment she takes her eyes off her. Naturally, Arcana will sometimes vanish just to stress Vertin out and do the most mundane things like buy herself a drink or watch the birds in a nearby park. She hangs around and waits to see a frustrated Timekeeper chase after her.

This whole thing was created because I had a vision:

A miserable Vertin and a curious Arcana eating McDonald's in Constantine's office. Constantine is listening to Vertin give her a personal update on how their mission went. Constantine is there listening with her head in her hands and a Happy Meal on her desk.

The McDonald's was Vertin's idea. She was hungry. As much as she dislikes Arcana, she won't let people under her go hungry either. Arcana's never had McDonald's before so this is new to her. She's examining her nuggets and a VERY tired Vertin is opening the sauce to show her how to eat them.

The Happy Meal was bought for Constantine to "cheer her up" because the mission was a disaster and Vertin had to share the news. Essentially she's just screwing with Constantine because that's the only silver lining in the whole ordeal.

some ac2 x 1999 crossover

The Timekeeper's Role after the Storm?

At first, Vertin's team is mostly used to exterminate leftover traces of Manus Vindictae. They hunt them down all over the globe.

Vertin still recruits people to both the Foundation and her department along the way. That is one of the Foundation's main goals after all. However, she has all the "unhinged" or "dangerous" arcanists under her care since the Foundation doesn't know what to do with them, but doesn't want them causing trouble.

Then, the Timekeeper Department moves more toward problem solving. They are sent to investigate rumors and situations when the Foundation doesn't want to use their own manpower. They will also deal with Critters and Arcane shenanigans. Because Vertin's Department is so diverse, they also do humanitarian efforts. Druvis can help a poor village with failing crop yields. Lilya can deliver medication and other resources in emergencies. There are arcanists who can track down bad people and also find people who are lost. These are just a few examples but I'm sure there are many more. This also makes the Foundation look great and boosts their reputation.

However, as time goes on the problems Vertin's Department are sent to face become increasingly dangerous for them to handle alone. Things that the Foundation should be using their own people for or at least help with.

It's the same issue as before: the Foundation is afraid Vertin will turn against them. She now has the means to do so. The Foundation may have more people and resources, but Vertin's people have experience, pure power, and unwavering loyalty. Vertin has tried to assure them that she just wants to live in peace, but they are still terrified of the possibility.

So they've started sending Vertin's people on more dangerous and sometimes even unnecessary missions hoping to thin her numbers out. Her arcanists are too dangerous for society anyway. They will die as martyrs. At the same time, The Foundation hopes to make Vertin's people lose faith in their leader. They want to create internal conflicts and want to instill someone more loyal to the Foundation as the head of the Department.

But they can't find anyone who can reign in the Arcanists like Vertin. They've tried bribing and making offers to her people directly but it always blows up in their face.

Vertin's personal connections with her people seem irrational and far too emotional. Her people will follow her into hell but the problem is they keep coming back. The Foundation is forced to acknowledge that they have no control over the situation anymore. This insight causes more tension in the Foundation.

They thought they trapped Vertin, but it turns out their the ones trapped with her. They can't get rid of her or else her people will run loose. They can't replace her because her department won't accept anyone else.

Vertin still does the missions, but demands proper resources. She still leads her people to help others and save arcanists seeking refuge. However, whenever the Foundation gets too pushy or unreasonable during a meeting, all she has to do is place her Suitcase on the table. The unsaid threat is more than enough to shut them up.

Constantine is actually on Vertin's side in all of this. She's tired of all the cowards yapping. As much as she hates to admit it, she's seen Vertin grow into the force she is today. She and Vertin openly argue about things, which makes other people on edge but it's normal for them. They have an understanding: Vertin will help the Foundation, and the Foundation will help her. That's all there is to it but only Constantine seems to get that.

On that note, Vertin is one of Constantine's greatest achievements. Constantine is confident in her abilities and judgement, which in a way translates to an odd form of trust in Vertin. Maybe not in Vertin herself per say, but trust in the way Vertin will act.

Madam Z thinks Vertin has grown on Constantine, but Constantine looked absolutely disgusted by the assumption.

Theopil, comma dead guy who appears in half a side story as a background character Isolde practically ignores after he runs away from her as a child from grief over Trista and her similarities to their mother, is genuinely one of my favs. Like top 3 at LEAST if not favorite. I care about the tragic and ignored Dittarsdorf very deeply unfortunately. Trista is the forgotten Dittarsdorf who haunts like a poltergeist still terrorizing those they hold a grudge against, but Theopil has been ignored by everyone since the start and there’s so much more I could go on but I love him. My blorbo supreme I fear

Hi hi, my fellow! ^-^

A question, if I may:

When deepening Insight, we use books for the Arcanist; now, you could say that the reason Intelligence and Spirit use two is because they're Primal Afflatus (Afflati?), but my question instead is:

What do you think the three tiers contain in terms of information, for each Afflatus? ^-^

I like to think Vertin doesn't have books dedicated to the special afflatus so she decides that if they're so smart/unsettling then they can learn two things at once. You may be smart and/or creepy, but you're not above knowledge 🫵😠

Perhaps the first ones, those papers, include poems and quotes. They're not long enough to contain anything aside from that, but they could still include enough information through their short content.

The second tier must be more into findings, it reminds me a lot of maps so it could be about the origins of their afflatus and how it travels through times and their own body.

And the third are encyclopedias 😞

Me

OH NO!! In the new episode of xtreme talent, John Titor is missing!!!! WHERE'D SHE GO? WHAT HAPPENED TO HER? She's been replaced by a strange computer😨😨‼️‼️‼️

Please bring back John Titor!!

If you have any leads or last saw her, contact us

We pray for her and we hope she's okay 🙏

JOHN TITOR COME BACK THE KIDS MISS YOU😭😭😭

/It's all a joke

can you tell who captivated me who my favourite character is

I CAN'T WAIT ANYMORE PLEASE ARGUS MY WIFE I NEED YOU