Candidate Rebirth.
AN: Chloe will eventually go to Hogwarts, but there will be some characters missing. You can probably guess them, if you apply logic to the books, and what would happen if Harry wasn't there.
Chapter 3: Recovery continues, and setback.
It had been two months since Chloe had written out her past life for her sister, and her sister was even more patient than before. She also suggested that Chloe keep a diary, if only to keep her thoughts in order, and vent her frustrations.
She decided to use the one that came with the Dark Souls 3 guide (EN).
Entry 7:
It has been over two months since I became Chloe, and I finally feel like I'm starting to adjust. I no longer feel like I'm going to faint simply going to breakfast, or any meal. I'm also getting used to the staff, as I can pass them by in the hall with barely a flinch now.
Later today, a real test will happen. I will be introduced to the goddess and candidate of Laststation, a rival nation. Those two, according to my sister, would be the least likely of the goddess/candidate pairs to set me off again. She also said that she will be keeping Blanc/White Heart, Iris Heart, and Neptune far away from me for now, as she believes that they would set me back to how I was before.
I see no reason to doubt her.
I have also started studying so that I could start helping my nation. My nation... two months and I already call it home, despite living, no surviving in another world entirely for most of my life. I will start moving onto the other nations in a few months.
I will recover, I will protect it, I will defend those that will come to count on me as a Goddess Candidate... as soon as I can get out of the building without panicking, and become trained to do so.
It's a work in progress.
The good news is that my body is finally starting to feel like mine, instead of a too large meatsuit, and knowledge that I probably should've had from the start is settling in.
I still won't wear skirts and dresses yet.
I'm ending it here, because it's time to get ready to meet the two that are coming, I wonder why my sister didn't tell me their names...
End entry.
Chloe closed her diary, and stood up to get ready, and dressed in a nice semi formal blouse and slacks, and gave a little shudder at the more feminine garb she had in her closet. She promised her sister that she would eventually wear some, at least some of the time, just not yet.
She then left her room, giving a nod of acknowledgment, and a smile to a passing guard, whom accepted it with a set of his own, and graciously ignore her small flinch.
The staff had been informed not to take it personally.
The girl made her way to the meeting room that they were going to be meeting with the other goddess and candidate, and when she opened the door, she stared in shock, one of the two was a dead ringer for her 4 Goddess Online friend.
"Uni?" she asked by accident.
"Yes, and who are you?" Uni asked shrewdly.
"Um... I don't suppose the name Crimson Night means anything?" Chloe asked hopefully.
Uni facepalmed. Of course her online friend would be here, she would like to talk to her, but she had to meat her fellow candi...
Her thoughts where interrupted when Vert said in a slightly disappointed voice, "Sister, don't be rude, come in and introduce yourself."
Taking a deep breath, she walked in and said, with a bow, "Hello, My name in Ch... Chloe, and I'm the... the Goddess Cand... candidate for Leanbox." She was proud that she finished her introduction with only some stammering.
Uni kept her facepalm going, of course her online teammate would be a combination of nervous wreck, and by the way she was dressed, tomboy.
That made the conversation she had about her sister really, really odd.
She was shaken out of her thoughts when Vert said, "Chloe, why don't you and Uni hang out? Noire and I need to discuss the joint military operation we have planned."
Chloe nervously nodded, and asked, "Would you like to hang out in my room?"
Uni was torn, she wanted to help with her sister's planning, but the look Noire was giving her, as well as Vert, made it seem like they had intended her to be around the other candidate from the start.
She followed her online friend to her room, and was unsurprised to find it decorated in Leanbox colors, although the fact that it was neat and clean, and didn't have game equipment on every surface like Noire claimed Vert did was a surprise, not that there weren't any counsels around.
The two spent their time speaking, and playing games, and part of the misery was reveled when Chloe mentioned the bare bones of her reincarnation.
It definitely made Uni think.
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Two more months passed, and Chloe was moving freely through the building, both the public parts and the privet. It was at this time that Vert decided it was time to start training, so one day after breakfast she dragged her sister to the armory.
"Chloe, today I'm going to start your combat training, so I brought you here to pick a weapon. Try out however many you need to, and pick one." Vert explained.
Chloe, whom was nervous because she had never fought before, asked, "How will I know what I'm suited for?"
"Some people choose for preference, some just pick a weapon that just feels right, and others just pick whatever to just choose one. I recommend the second. Just pick some and give them a few swings," Vert explained.
Chloe took a deep breath, and tried to pick up a buster sword, which was the closest to her.
It nearly cut her in half as her grip was so wrong that it slipped towards her edge first.
The hammer she picked up knocked her out for an hour.
After the hammer Vert made sure she had a trusted, non gossipy medic on hand.
She stabbed herself in the foot with the spear she tried.
Shooting a gun... she missed the practice target so badly that the bullet ricocheted so badly she shot herself in the ass.
She tripped over her own feet when she tried some punching with knuckle weapons.
After lunch she tried an axe, and nearly lost her head.
She managed to not hurt herself with the daggers, but they still felt wrong.
She broke her leg swinging a mace.
Weapon after weapon she tried, and she ended up hurting herself with every type of obvious weapon in the armory.
She leaned against the now empty weapon rack, as Vert didn't want her sister hurting herself trying to put them back. She then noticed a ratty old book, hidden behind the rack. Curious she picked it up, and she felt a warmth that no weapon had given her.
Just as Vert turned towards her sister to call it a day, and to have someone bring in some more unusual weapons for Chloe to try, the book fell open in her hands, and a giant blue arm jumped out of page twenty-one, and swung the sword it held. (EN2) Then it changed pages to seventy-three, and the same arm came out, this time holding a spear.
"I think I found something sis!" Chloe chirped.
Vert nodded, she was slightly impressed by the choice, and how it worked. More how it worked than the choice to be honest though.
They still had a few hours before dinner, so they decided to spar a bit, and Chloe found out the disadvantages of her new weapon.
It attacked relatively slowly, meaning that a fast opponent could easily dodge.
Chloe was frustrated as they neared the end of their allotted time for training, as she felt so weak compared to her sister, and useless. Then it happened, the book opened up, and words engraved themselves on page one.
Pointing her hand at the slowly charging Vert she intoned, "Flame burning bright, Firebolt."
The ball of fire was such a surprise that it struck Vert in the chest, doing minimal damage.
Vert smiled, and brushed off the small amount of soot from her dress as she addressed her sister, "Good shot, let's call it a day. Don't be too frustrated, you're just starting out while I've been doing this for a while. Now, let's get some dinner."
Chloe opened her mouth to protest, when her stomach made itself known. She blushed and made to put the book back, when she was stopped by her sister.
Clutching the book in her arms she departed to her last meal of the day.
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An hour later the cleaning staff was looking at the mess left in the armory in dismay. Almost all the weapons were scattered on the ground, and it was done by the only two they couldn't bitch out.
With a sigh they started the cleanup.
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It was the next day that it happened, something that proved that Vert was right to keep certain goddesses away from her sister.
White Heart visited without warning.
Correction, a pissed White Heart visited without warning, as a shipment of material that she ordered and paid for was delivered to Leanbox by accident, and forwarded to their factories.
It was bad luck that Chloe was in the room when she stormed in.
"Thunder tits, how dare you steal from me?" she demanded in a loud voice, her volume, anger, and insult causing Chloe to shrink back. The motion drew White Heart's attention, and she continued, "And who's the fucking brat? I would've thought you would be more concerned with running your nation or your damn games then helping a useless brat like her!"
White Heart, while having a foul mouth, and a dislike/friendly/unfriendly rivalry with Vert, was not cruel, nor would she have said anything like that if she had even the slightest inkling of the effect it would have on Chloe.
The problem is she didn't know, and misinterpreted the motions Chloe made when she had barged in.
The next thing she knew, White Heart was slammed aside, as the now crying girl barreled through the doorway she was in. White heart hit the wall hard as the girl ran towards her room.
"What's her Fucking pro... ACK" White heart started, only to be interrupted by Green Heart Gripping her by the neck with a pissed look on her face.
"You better not have set my sister's recovery back. I never want to hear you insult her again, do you here me?" Green Heart snarled.
White Heart had the word 'sister' rattling around in her head, and the fact that said sister was trying to recover emotionally from something. Rattled she replied in a tight voice, "Sorry, I didn't know, please let me down."
Green Heart simply growled as she dragged the smaller struggling goddess towards the exit of the basilicom. Then, with a snarled, "Get out." she bodily threw the goddess of Lowee out of the building.
Vert sighed as she changed back, she knew that she would have to deal with whatever brought Blanc there in the first place, but that could wait, she had a sister to comfort.
Opening her sister's door gently she noticed that her sister was fast asleep, apparently having cried herself to sleep. Her diary was opened to the most recent entry. Vert resisted the temptation to read the entry, and snuck in to close the book. It was a shame, because she would've had more insight of the damage the other goddess caused if she had read it.
Entry 18 (EN3):
Today started out well, today started out well, I helped Vert with a few petitioners, and then sparred with her. She claims I'm improving but I'm not so sure.
Then it happened, she came in.
A person that was apparently another goddess, she came in and insulted my sister, and then she agreed with what I always thought of myself.
I'm useless to my sister. I barely started to walk around this ONE. BLOODY. BUILDING! At this rate it'll take years, if not decades before I can actually help her!
Even my combat abilities show I can't be a help to her. I can't even hurt her when I can catch her by surprise!
Why she, and Chika have been putting up with me I don't know, I just don't.
End entry.
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One and a half days later Vert broke down the locked door. Her sister had stopped coming to meals, and worse the kitchens haven't had orders from her.
Vert became furious at White Heart as she looked into the dead staring eyes of her sister. A sister that didn't look like she had really moved except to sit up with her plushy Pyramid Head. It also didn't look, or smell like had bathed in the time since she had been last seen.
Vert reached out and pulled the unresponsive girl into a fireman's carry. She will bring her to the baths, and call Chika to join her. Chloe needed her family if she was to recover.
She cursed the Goddess of Lowee for doing this to her sister, or more precisely for bringing the insecurities of her sister back to the fore.
She smiled as her sister started to react as she was being cleaned, and by the time they started soaking in the bathes Chloe was dozing in Vert's embrace with a small smile.
Chika soon joined them, and joined in the cuddle.
It was a cleaned and dressed girl that started to move semi autonomously, if woodenly.
Vert knew she could get her sister through this with Chika, and her's help, and her sister would be back, stronger than before.
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End Chapter.
EN: It's true the guide came with a journal.
EN2: Inspiration, Leon from Star Ocean 2.
EN3: she only writes when she has something to get off her chest, not everyday.
Character Analysis: Dumbledore.
He is a horrible leader, non stop. He doesn't believe anybody needs information, or is clever enough to use it. Much of the horicrux hunt in book 7 could've probably been avoided if he let others know both what they were, and what objects they look like.
The locket for example.
His information hoarding kept getting people either killed, or nearly killed. If he had a second person when he went after the ring he probably wouldn't have needed to be killed.
Bill worked in Gringotts, and probably could've found the bloody cup.
Harry saw the tiara in book 6, but didn't have a clue.
And I wonder how far he actually looked to get rid of the shard in Harry? Did he just read some books and declare he couldn't do anything? Or did he ask in various magical cultures? My opinion? The books.
In short he kept need to know info from people that needed to know. He also seemed to be assured of his immortality until he was dieing from a curse, as he made no provisions for others to get the information if he died.
So does his second chance philosophy. His group should've been launching lethal attacks, not stunners. There is no excuse for one side in a war to be hamstrung.
There was also the fact that he has three jobs, each a full time job. If head concentrated on one he could do a better job.
Example, if he was in charge of just the Wizenmot, he could've caught the fact that some people were sent to prison without a trial.
Rowling also wrote the books as if he actually was an idiot. The first book had traps that three first years could get through, making it look like a test for Harry.
How the HELL did Dumble NOT connect Moaning Myrtle to the Myrtle that was killed fifty years before book 2? unless it was another Harry test.
Book 3: he let a child have a time turner, nuff said.
Book 4: only an age line? Really?
Book 5: Can't do anything about a teacher forcing students to carve words in their hands?
Book 6: really? No combat training? Not even some unusual and powerful spells to study on his own time?
Book 7: sending 3 barely adults that haven't even finished education on a cross country trek for powerful dark artifacts? With some really crappy clues.
These are just how I see him, and so how I write him.