Preface

NEW FIC! This week was supposed to be Gaming Guardian's turn on the block and I make good on my promises so don't worry, that's coming too. The big news is that I'll be releasing a chapter of this new fic for the next three days as well. If you've migrated here from my other fics, please don't forget to tell me what you think of it.

I said I'd have a League + Worm or Naruto crossover sometime to make up for the dumpster fire that was Finding My Image, so here it is. I decided on Worm because I'm going to be working on a Haku reincarnation fic for the Naruto-verse sometime later. Anyway, hope you like the premise.

I could have placed this under Fate/Stay Night for more views, but I'm just borrowing the notion of Heroic Spirits to League Champions so the current label is more honest. The premise is that someone dies, meets the Root, and is reborn in Worm-verse with a mindscape connected to the Throne, or more accurately, nine Champions in the Throne. I'm going to be adapting skills like Divinity, Magic Resistance, etc. as best as I can into the Worm-verse. For example, I'm going to assume an A rank Magic Resistance will make you immune to Thinker, Master, and most Blaster powers.

Updates on this fic will be sporadic compared to my other stories. My main priorities are Gaming Guardian, On My Wings, and Resounding Healer, but this idea just had to get itself on paper… screen as it were.

Reborn 1.1

I'm dead… and an edgelord…

I'm joking… about the second part, not the first. I did actually die. I know, "If you died, how are you talking?" and all that. Fuck if I know. Seriously? Long story short, I met the Root. Call it whatever you want: Akasha, Arceus, Truth, God, The Big Bang, Breath, The One Above All, Great Red… whatever, it doesn't actually matter. Sometimes the Root is a being, other times it's a place. Still others, a scientific principle. Truth is, it doesn't matter to my story, just know that something exists at the origin of the omiverse.

I died and met the Root. Yeah, it sounds crazy; I found what every alchemist, magus, and scientist has been searching for by doing nothing beyond what we all eventually do in the end: go belly up like fucking goldfish. That's how I died, you know. I went swimming in the bayou, my foot got caught on some asshat's fishing line, and while I was thrashing, my face got caught on his boat's propeller. It's not the most pathetic way to die out there, but I'm pretty sure it wouldn't be anyone's ideal way to kick the bucket either.

I wish I could tell you that I had a bright future, that doors were opening up for me, but that's not really true. I worked at my uncle's fish shack for seven years straight out of high school. Eventually, I worked up to being head chef and it's nice to be able to cook and all, important life skill, but I didn't exactly leave the world a better place than when I found it or anything. Don't get me wrong, I was happy, but I wasn't hero material, unless you think good, old-fashioned Louisiana cajun cooking can save the world. But now? I might have a chance.

See, I didn't just wake up in my old world in the body of a baby. No, I woke up in a fictional world in the body of a baby. And holy shit, I wish the Root gave me an option because I would have chosen virtually any other world than Earth Bet. Yeah, I ended up in the Worm-verse, the reality full of edgy, traumatized children with superpowers. Yay… Fuck. Wildbow.

X Year Four X

Yup, I'm skipping years one, two, and three because as it turns out, being an infant is boring. Being a toddler isn't too much better, but at least I don't have to tell you about being squeezed through someone's vagina. Here's one for the record: A trigger event occurs when someone is desperate, helpless, alone, and at the end of their rope. I just died, found out I was just one insignificant soul in an infinite number of multiverses, left alone for nine months in total isolation, then squeezed out like toothpaste. And that, my friends, is the recipe for the weirdest fucking trigger you'll ever hear about.

Ever since I was born, I could feel a niggling sensation at the back of my mind, as though there is something trying to grow, to take root. At first, I didn't know it was my power trying to cement my connection to the Root. How could I? I had no idea where or when I was. It was only at the age of four when both questions were answered for me: Brockton Bay, 1998.

After a desperate bout of hyperventilation and terrified screaming, I tried to get my mind in order. I was born in 1994, a year older than Taylor. My name is Robin Cardinal, son of Jason and Emily Cardinal, because my dad likes birdwatching apparently. I mean, it's not the worst name out there, so I'll deal. I think Velocity's name is also Robin too, so that's going to be all kinds of awkward later on.

That night, I finally made the connection. Brockton Bay = Earth Bet = Worm = Wildbow. Wildbow = crazy superpowers. Crazy superpowers + reincarnation + saw the Root = I triggered already. So, with nothing to guide me, I decided to let myself go, to let the nagging, itching feeling in my mind finally take hold. As I sank into sleep, I felt my mind open like never before.

X

You know that vision of two giant space whales I'm supposed to have? Yeah, you'll notice how I didn't mention it. Nope, I didn't see them, neither when I slept nor when I first triggered, which tells me that the Root did something, but fuck if I know what. No, when I finally allowed my power to branch out and set itself in my mind, I dreamed.

I dreamed of a temple with elegant white walls of polished marble and high, arching ceilings. I dreamed of a massive, round table with ten thrones. Nine were marked: a set of scales, shield, sword, bow, spear, horse, staff, skull, and the profile of a dragon's head. Those images, crests, looked worryingly familiar and a shiver of excitement and dread washed down my spine. Before all but one throne, I saw nine censers of silver, empty of scented fire. Behind each of these nine thrones, I could see nine doors, each imprinted with the corresponding crests.

The last throne was unmarked and somehow, I knew, it was mine. Instead of a censer, I saw an ancient, leather-bound journal. 'Finally,' I thought, 'four years late, but at least I'm getting an explanation now.' Most capes knew how to use their powers instinctively. I… did not, but it looked as though the Root would lend me a helping hand. I picked it up and read the first page. No, the Root didn't leave me a letter. Zelretch however…

Dear brat,

Thank you for dying in an amusing way. I mean, if I were to die in a bayou, I'd make sure to at least go out trying to wrestle a gator or something, but if you want to kick the bucket trying to make out with a boat, who am I to tell you otherwise?

You'll notice that you've been reborn. Be grateful. If I hadn't interfered, you'd have been absorbed back into the Root like every other soul. Now, you get to keep amusing me! And making me great cajun food. Isn't that fantastic?

I rolled my eyes. Somehow, this sounded like the kind of shit he'd pull. It'd be just my luck too, the one skill I'm proud of has nothing to do with magecraft but still manages to get his attention because the old vampire likes cajun… Seriously, what the hell?

I ranted and raved for a minute, but decided that no matter how condescending he sounded, he did do me a solid. I just wish my new life wasn't in Brockton Bay. With that, I kept reading.

I know, you're probably thinking, "Why Brockton?" Sorry, but there isn't really a reason for it. You don't have some glorious mission or purpose, at least not one I'm giving you. Just live and amuse me is all. I just adjusted your soul, left this note, and tossed it into the Kaleidoscope. Brockton just happened to be where you landed.

As for what I did to your soul… Normally, the Third isn't really my gig, but I did help make the Grail so I'm sure you have an idea. The details are too complicated for you to understand, so I'll just give you the really really abbreviated version.

One: I implanted magic circuits into your new body. I also used the Corona Pollentia that this world has to connect this body to your soul instead of that space whale. Be glad your nerves hadn't developed yet because that's not fun for anyone. Too much screaming in agony for my taste.

Two: I took your soul and connected it to the Throne of Heroes. You'll be able to call on the seven classes, Shielder, and Ruler. It actually went better than I expected it to, probably because your Origin is Communion. Your Element is plain old ether by the way. No, not True Ether, just ether. Dull, but at least you've got an interesting Origin. You might be able to work out a few illusions or something, but I wouldn't get my hopes up.

Three: I got sick of watching people use the same Heroic Spirits, so I decided to connect your soul elsewhere. Don't worry, it's still the Throne of Heroes, just… not the Throne you're familiar with. You have access to nine Heroic Spirits from the last franchise you played in your old life. I think they're called Champions instead, heh.

I paled. The last franchise I played? League of Legends. I was an assassin main. I hoped to the Root that I wouldn't get that psychopath Evelynn or something. She may be my main, but holy shit I had no desire to have a sadistic bitch who literally wore someone's skin inside my mind.

Four: Every one of these Champions did agree to be connected to you, so they know you're coming. Who knows, maybe they'll even teach you a bit of their magecraft.

Now go forth and amuse.

Because I'm bored,

Zelretch

PS: I'll come visit sometime. Make sure your cooking skills haven't dulled.

I stared at the journal in a deadpan. Of course I would somehow get his attention. No matter what he said about my cooking, and as flattering as that was, I had a feeling I was a part of some experiment of his, probably to see if it's possible to have a connection to the Throne without a Kaleidostick or the Class Cards. He likely picked up my soul for the Origin more than anything. After a good ten minutes of processing, I threw my hands up in the air in the universal sign for, "fuck it," and allowed myself to exit my mindscape. Nope,not dealing with this right now.

X

The next morning, I walked down the stairs to greet my parents. Jason Cardinal was about as dull as a man could get. I don't mean to imply that he's stupid, because he's not. He worked for Medhall as the assistant director of their accounting staff, the legal part of Medhall. He was, unfortunately, every stereotype of an accountant crammed into one: geeky, short, skinny, glasses, and more interested in numbers than in my mother. I really hoped I'd grow up to be taller than him, and his credit, he worked hard to provide for us, but he wasn't exactly the model father figure, too busy with work. My mother, Emily, used to be a legal assistant for some law firm or another, but eventually retired to raise me. Now that I had some form of agency, she was looking to refresh her paralegal license while leaving me at daycare. She was even shorter than my dad, fairly pretty, and fancied herself a poet. She… she was no Robert Frost and let's leave it at that.

"Hey dad, mom," I mumbled behind a yawn. That was something else my parents got used to very quickly. I tried so very hard at first to seem like an ordinary toddler, but in the end, it was too hard. I had no idea what a toddler behaved like, nor did I have the patience to sit around and shit myself for years, so that just wasn't going to happen. Instead, my parents got to brag to all of our neighbors about their "genius" son. I couldn't potty train myself fast enough, let me tell you.

My mom moved over to hug me. "Oh, hello, sweetie," she crooned. I tried to squirm away, but alas, a four year old body just wasn't conducive to daring escapades.

With only minimal struggle, I climbed onto the dining room chair, where two hard boiled eggs, a waffle, and fruit awaited me. Personally, I'd kill for bacon, but my mom was a bit of a hippie so meh.

'What's wrong with eggs?' a youthful voice rang in my mind.

I froze. It took my brain a few seconds to catch up. Thankfully, my dad was reading the paper and my mom was tending the stove, so they didn't really notice. 'Hello, Champion,' I thought back, for it could be nothing else.

'Rude, I am a she, not a thing,' came the voice again. Sure enough, it sounded feminine, and a bit teasing.

'Umm, sorry, hearing someone else in my mind is a bit disorienting. May I ask your name?'

'Nope, it's a game!'

I sighed, so that's how she was going to be. In a way, that alone narrowed down some of the possibilities. 'Very well, may I ask your class?'

She hummed and I got the distinct impression that she had a finger to her chin. 'Hmmmmm, sure, I'm Caster. Want to play a game?'

I… didn't know how to feel about that. On one hand, there were only so many female, whimsical Champions who could qualify as a Caster so I could probably take a guess. On the other hand, Caster was the most unpredictable of classes, the most diverse in their skill-sets. You didn't want a prankster Caster, not unless you wanted the entire world to wake up as the opposite gender or something.

So, with the trepidation felt by an explorer diving into an unknown cave for the first time, I decided to play along. 'Sure, Caster, let's play. I get to ask you three questions and if I can guess your name after, you have to be my friend and lend me your power,' I ventured.

'Okay! I could always use new friends! If you can't guess, you're going to have to give me your body to play with! Now, question one.'

The egg I was eating fell out of my mouth and I scrambled to catch it. Get it? Scrambled. Heh. I could tell that Caster knew what I was trying because I got the distinct sense of amusement, not dissimilar to the amusement Zelretch expressed towards pretty much everyone. 'How about you get my body to play with only some of the time if I lose?'

'Fine, ask away.' I got the distinct impression that she was pouting.

My mom sat down at the table and began to eat. She said something about leaving me in daycare, so I nodded along. "Will there be more stories?" I asked. The best way to acquire knowledge without rousing suspicion from my parents was to immediately pass myself off as a smart kid with an overly active imagination, so that's what I did. As far as Jason and Emily were concerned, I loved to read and be read to. I did my best to maintain conversation with my parents while thinking of a question.

'First question then: Have you ever been to another world?' I posed. If she said yes, I'd know she's Zoe. That… I'd be so overpowered. Visions of me dropping literal stars on top of Leviathan made me drool. Zion would get wrecked so hard...

'Yup!' she chirped, 'This one!' Then those visions popped an ignoble death. Alas, megalomania, it was nice to make your acquaintance.

I… Holy shit, my toddler brain must be affecting me more than I thought. I felt so stupid. My mom must have seen something on my face because she wiped some syrup from my chin. Ignoring the indignity, I pressed on. That was a waste of a question, of course she'd been to another world. She was here now.

'Shit, that was a waste,' I thought. 'Second question: Did you, in life, have a magical familiar or companion that accompanied you constantly?'

Zoe was a loner. An immortal who wandered dimensions to herald times of great change. Sure, she would fit, Brockton would be changing quite a bit in the near future, but I wasn't sure she'd be here with me if she were on her mission.

'Yup, I have a friend. He's really cute. Last question!' She seemed really excited. Maybe the thought of experiencing the world through another body made her happy.

A companion… that made her either Annie or Lulu, eliminating Nami. The rest would be easy, I hoped. 'Do you have a thinking cap and enjoy the taste of purple?'

Silence… then, 'Oh, poop. You know my name now, don't you?'

'Yes, it's a pleasure to meet you, Lulu, the Fae Sorceress. I would be delighted to be your friend.' Meanwhile, I absentmindedly ran through the rest of my daily routine. Today would be the first day of daycare. If my parents expected me to cry and hug mom's leg, they didn't voice their thoughts. After my dad left for work, my mom got ready for class at the community college and ushered me into her car. She'd be dropping me off. I decided to keep up my conversation with my new Caster. 'Lulu, is there anyone else in there?'

'Silly, there are nine of us in here,' she giggled. It was a nice giggle, somehow melodic and childish at the same time.

'I know, I mean, is there anyone who is watching us now?'

'Everyone is watching. Just as you know each of us, we can see your own past too.'

I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Even if the Champions never came out of their chambers, wherever those led, I'd be an open book to them. 'Well, Lulu, I don't mind giving you some limited control over my body, but you have to promise not to use magic.'

'I can't, you weirdo. We have to Include or Install for you to do that.'

I thought about that. It made sense. 'Would you like to play with the children then?'

'Oooh, can I?'

So that's how my day went, with Lulu in the driver's seat, her fae charisma somehow convincing every child at the daycare to start a conga line that wrapped around one of the buildings. She also started a "zoo" full of shadow puppets, convinced two kids that strawberries are made of crayons, covered the toilet bowl in a layer of plastic wrap, and still somehow managed to pass the blame onto one of the new volunteers at the daycare. By the end of it, I was the energetic, angelic kid who could do no wrong, the children were dead asleep, and our teachers looked like they'd love nothing more than to join us. I'd never been more grateful for nap time.

X

"ROBIN!" a tiny, purple missile of fluff ran into my stomach, driving the air from my lungs. Sure enough, I was in my adult state. My mind, after all, was that of an adult. "Thatwassomuchfuncanwedoitagain?" her excited question came out as a barely coherent babble.

It's one thing to read that Yordles are short, but an entire separate matter to hold one in your arms. Lulu was in what I'd call her "classic skin," red pointed hat and robes with an oversized staff. She was a boundless bundle of energy, a supernova crammed inside a tiny body about three feet tall. I couldn't help myself. I stole her hat and placed it on my own head. Then, I palmed her scalp, gently rubbing between her furry ears.

Her nose scrunched up adorably, the definition of "weaponized cute." She seemed lost between taking offense and enjoying the sensation, but eventually settled in favor of pleasure. She hopped into my arms and I held her like a massive kitten.

"Hello to you too, Lulu," I chuckled. "And yes, if you'd like, we can go play with the children. But," I started.

She stared searchingly into my eyes. It's so easy to forget that Lulu is ancient. She dwelled in the Glade, where time takes a hike and logic hangs itself with its own nonexistent mustache. Despite her apparent immaturity, Lulu was far from stupid. She loved games, pranks, and magic, but wasn't anybody's fool either. "But?"

"But you can't cause trouble for other people," I said sternly. "Pranks like covering the toilet seat? A the volunteer got in a ton of trouble for that." She hung her head. By all appearances, she looked suitably chastised, but I knew better. "Lulu…"

"Umm… I'll limit it to only a few pranks?" she said.

I doubted I'd get a real promise from her, so I sighed and nodded. "Fine. Harmless pranks are okay, but you can't do things like that, okay?" A nod. "You also have to teach me how to use some magic of my own. I'd also like to train using Include at first, then move on to Install." She squirmed in my arms and wrapped herself around my neck, climbing until she sat on my shoulders. She clutched my hair then thumped my head like a drum. "Ow, stop that!"

The point of her hat extended downward to wrap around my right bicep. Before I could react, she swung around and to the floor, snatching her staff from the ground on the way. Standing before me, her presence sure as hell made her feel taller than three feet. "You're being silly!"

"What? You know this world's going to shit, Lulu," I said. "I need to train as soon as possible!"

"Maybe," she admitted, "but your mistake was asking me for training. Fairies don't train, you goof; fairies are magic."

It dawned on me. "Are you saying it's not possible for me to use any of your magic?"

"Yup, you can't use fairy magic unless you Include me because you're not a fairy. Even yordles can't use it unless they lived in the Glade, you know."

I sagged, disappointed. It'd have been hilarious to turn Leviathan into a squirrel or something. That still wasn't off the table entirely, but I'd still be plain old squishy Robin without her. "I was hoping I could learn to defend myself without relying on you guys."

She cooed, "Aww, don't be sad, Robin. I'm not the only Champion here after all. Have you met Pix?"

No, I hadn't even noticed the purple fairy. Some sort of presence concealment maybe? Pix was simultaneously beautiful and imposing, enchanting and dangerous. As all members of the fae, he was a mystery to my feeble human mind. I did the only thing I could. "Hello, Pix, it is a pleasure to meet you," I said with a slight bow.

He flew forward and tapped my nose. "He says he's happy to make a new friend too," Lulu translated. "We can't teach you to use fae magic, but we can work on our Include. We should do that at night."

I nodded. "That's fair."

Then, I woke up to one of my new friends shaking me. Victoria Dallon's dazzling blue eyes greeted me.

Omake: From the Journal of Robin Cardinal

Name: Lulu, the Fae Sorceress

Class: Caster

Affiliation: The Glade, Wanderer

Alignment: Chaotic/Good

Personal Notes: Lulu is young despite her age and that perhaps describes her better than any comment about her appearance or character. She is a walking contradiction, a paradox in the form of a yordle. Short of stature, tall in power. Young in heart, ancient in age. Immature yet wise, strong, yet fragile. She adores pranks, games, nature, and Pix. She abhors the thought of growing old, in mind, not body, she would say. Some say she sees two worlds, the mortal and spiritual planes. Whether that's true, or she's just crazy, is anybody's guess. She isn't particularly fond of bitter foods either.

Strength: D

Endurance: D

Agility: C

Mana: A

Luck: A

Noble Phantasm: EX

Noble Phantasm 1: Blessing of the Seelie Guide (A)

Classification: Anti-Unit/Barrier

Incantation: NA

Description: Lulu was known for her inseparable companion, Pix. Her legend is his legend. This is the Noble Phantasm that represents their bond. She can call on him, and through him the Seelie Court, to create an impenetrable shield that lasts for six seconds. She is also capable of channeling all spells through Pix just as easily as she can through her staff.

Noble Phantasm 2: Glitterlance (B+)

Classification: Anti-Unit

Incantation: NA

Description: Lulu became known for this signature spell in her life. When she transcended, this spell accompanied her as one of her Noble Phantasms. Although it isn't known for being very destructive, it warrants a high rank due to its potential. Both Pix and Lulu can fire these bolts. The attack cannot be blocked. Those struck receive a reduced version of the temporal hex she experienced as a child. Each victim is marked as a bounded field, reducing the passage of time within this field by one-fifth the standard. The hex lasts as long as she continues to fuel it.

Noble Phantasm 3: Polymorph (EX)

Classification: Anti-Unit/Anti-Reality

Incantation: NA

Description: Lulu's childlike mental state which accepts anything as possible makes her uniquely suited for fae magic. At its core, fae magic is the alteration of reality, making the illogical the logical. Her brand of reality manipulation is influenced by her childlike mentality, and therefore her belief that "cute things are great." She can alter something's size and form at will, changing its very existence to suit her own ideal, though usually not permanently.

Skill 1: Item Construction (D)

Description: Lulu is a Caster who is beloved by the fae. She could, theoretically, create artifacts that would shame even some Noble Phantasms. Despite being a master of magecraft and a Caster with peerless potential, her rank in this signature skill is extremely low because the rank reflects her chaotic character. She is not someone with the patience for the creation process. Perhaps it is because of this naive nature that she is so beloved… She's only ever created two artifacts, a hat with a prehensile point she uses as a third arm, and her staff, and the world should be grateful for that.

Skill 2: Territory Creation (EX)

Description: Lulu's association with the fae has changed her on a fundamental level. Everywhere she goes, magic and nature will answer her call, whether she's consciously calling or not. The realm of the fae is ephemeral and this skill reflects that most basic truth. She does not create territory like an architect or occupy land like a general. Rather, her every breath brings the realm of the fae in closer contact with the mortal plane. What happens if she stays too long in one place is anybody's guess for even Lulu doesn't know the answer.

Skill 3: Innocent Monster (C)

Description: In life, Lulu was a wanderer who loved to bring a touch of magic to peoples' lives. Despite her friendliness, she was viewed as a danger wherever she went. Even now that she's a Heroic Spirit, she will be met with suspicion if not outright hostility.

Skill 4: Nature of a Rebellious Spirit (A)

Description: Her status as a wanderer, childish personality, whimsy, and love of games makes her a natural rebel. When one thinks of "rebel," it is not usually someone like Lulu, but the fact remains, Lulu will never embrace a lord.

Author's Note

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Yes, Lulu, the prankster extraordinaire, is Caster. League has a very long list of Champions who could qualify as Caster, but I settled on Lulu because I thought her personality would be really fun to write.

I'll be releasing these Champion profiles bit by bit. Like I said, I'm generally following the layout set by Fate/Grand Order. Let me know what you think of Lulu's profile. If you think Lulu's Noble Phantasms are broken? You're kinda right, but I think appropriately so. I tried to make her a very special type of Caster. She's not supposed to obliterate Leviathan like Aurelion Sol or Zoe might, but she's incredibly powerful if in a very unorthodox way. Here's a quick explanation of her NPs.

NP 1: In Nasu-verse canon, the only real faecraft Noble Phantasm we see is Avalon. The same Avalon that creates a shield that divides dimensions and provides a corridor into the Ever-Distant Utopia. The same Avalon that can grant Arturia immortality and near-instant regeneration. Lulu doesn't have Avalon. No, she has a flesh and blood (and ether?) fae in her partner, Pix.

NP 2: In Riot's original lore (yeah, her new lore isn't out yet as of this writing) she vanished from Bandle City and entered the Glade. There, she played with Pix and when she came out again, she found that everyone she loved was already long dead. Time had passed for the world, but not her. Her story is based off of Rip Van Winkle and I thought this would be an interesting way to apply the slow from Glitterlance.

NP 3: Her old W used to be called Polymorph. The name literally means "many shapes" and has no real restriction to living things. It's my way of incorporating both her R and W into one convenient Noble Phantasm. Is it broken? You decide. It's without a doubt her most costly ability, but it can definitely change a battle instantly.

Champions

Ruler:

Shielder:

Saber:

Archer:

Lancer:

Rider:

Caster: Lulu, the Fae Sorceress

Assassin:

Berserker:

Who are the rest? You're free to guess, but I'm not going to say beforehand. I have the majority of Champions set already, but you're free to make comments or suggestions. Just don't get butthurt if your favorite Champion isn't represented.

Two things to keep in mind. One, Robin's Origin is Communion, meaning he has an innate desire and drive to understand others, both opponents and allies. Install overwrites his own existence with that of his Champion, but that isn't possible if the Champion is anathema to his Origin. For example, I will never include Kindred or Hecarim as Archer and Rider (atypical) respectively even though I like them a lot. Champions whose sole reason for existence is to mete out death in some form like those two would directly contradict Robin's Origin. How can you understand someone if your purpose is to remove anything left to understand? Two, the Champions' souls have to ascend to the Throne. Another reason Hecarim, Mordekaiser, and many other Shadow Isle Champions won't be included is that although they died, their souls never leave the mortal plane.

Other than that, suggest away. As of this chapter, I have Shielder, Saber, Caster, Lancer, and Ruler pretty much set in stone. I'm still on the fence about Rider, but the others might change as well depending on where the Muse take me.

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