Hi, thank you Ringtaillemur0 for the suggested Stand Names for Rem and Emilia's Stands. I'm not sure what is wrong with the PM as after you commented I tried to send you a PM as well and recieved no response. KRKing might be right about the issues with with PM on FF.N (also thank you for the other ideas for Stand Names in the future).
Subaru felt conflicted as he looked at the restrained Rem in the centre of the room. She was still sound asleep, looking almost peaceful if it wasn't for the random spurts of shaking she would partake in.
Gathered around the room was the other members of the Manor. Roswall seemed irritated, whether from the lack of sleep or having to kill a bunch of Mabeasts (whatever those are) Subaru couldn't say. Emilia, Puck, and Beatrice were at a mix, with the former visibly angry at Rem while the latter two remained somewhat neutral. Ram, Rem's sister, seemed to glare at him but mainly just huffed.
"Barusu... To think you had to chain up my darling sister so savagely." He heard Ram mutter just loud enough for him to hear. They all stood quietly as they waited for Rem to wake up. Beatrice and Subaru had already given their side of the story, even if Ram cast constant doubt on it.
Then it finally happened.
Rem's eyes stirred open as tmher restraints shuttered. Quickly she looked around, then her eyes landed on him. Subaru instinctually took a step back and put his hands up. Subaru could already see Rem's newly acquired Stand slowly manifesting behind her.
Then Roswall clicked his tongue loud enough to draw everyone's attention.
"Rem... I am Moooost Dissaapoiiinted in you." He said calmly. Rem paused before she realized she was surrouned and restrained. "Why... Why help this Witch Cultist?" Rem asked with a deep rage in her voice. "He isn't a Witch Cultist, Foolish Oni." Beatrice commented. "How can you be sure?" Rem shot back as her head whipped around to face the spirit. "I checked the first time we met." Beatdrice said while clicking her tongue. "While a miasma lingers around him, he has shown no loyalty or even proper knowledge on the Witch Cult." Beatrice answered calmly.
"Lies... he can grant those strange spirits to others!" Rem shouted. "Then are you a Witch Cultist too? is Miss Emilia a Witch Cultist?" Beatrice questioned. "He may have the item which grants such power, but he has little control over it, not to mention these Spirits show no hints of miasma." Beatrice firmly stated that last part. Rem just grit her teeth and thrashed about.
During all of this, Subaru was quiet, simply watching with confliction on his face.
"Noooow Nooow Rem... You should know that we have to punish you for such transgressions. Subaru is Emilia's valued guest after all." Roswall said, his speech loosing its quirk. Subaru almost raised his brow, but decided against it. "No... I will not be his slave!!" Rem shouted. "Uh.. Why is that the first thing she thinks of?" Subaru whispered as he stared at the shouting maid.
"You are a most perverse one Barusu, it is natural to assume you would demand something so depraved." Ram commented. Subaru just groaned before he looked to the others in the room. Rem's Stand had begun to Manifest, tearing at the chains.
"I think... I think that her punishment should be to repair everything she damaged." Subaru murmured. The others in the room looked at him in shock, Rem pausing as she looked at him. "Is... that all?" Emilia inquired. "Yes." Subaru replied.
"Why?..." Rem asked. "I... I... Tried to kill you, and thats all?" Rem pushed further. Subaru huffed, aqare that everyone was staring at him. "Look, this is a lot to deal with. I don't wish want to harm you." Subaru tried his best to explain the whirlwind of emotions in his chest. "While such a punishment can work, it is still not enough. If you can not think of anything else, then I will leave it to Miss Beatrice to decide." Roswall spoke up. Rem turned to the Spirit girl, her tone much more relaxed.
"Since Subaru has already declared that you would repair the damages you caused, then I declare that you shall spent several hours each day with the rest of us as we analyze your ability." Beatrice said. Subaru raised his brow as Ram huffed. "After lunch, Subaru and Emilia train their so called Stands out in the courtyard, you are to join them while remaining supervised, Bubby and Myself should be more than sufficient." Beatrice stated.
Subaru felt a nervous sweat run down his neck as he imagined how such a thing would go. He and Emilia had Utility Stands, not good for direct fighting, but Rem had a Combat Stand. A very powerful and volatile one if that short glimpse at it was anything to go by.
Still, at least Beatrice and Puck will be there too.
'I hate this, why couldn't they have just thrown me in the dungeon instead of this humiliation?' Rem pondered as she watched the two Spirit poke and prod her "Stand." 'Such a foolish name,' She continued as Beatrice appeared to be drawing a picture of the Stand in her book.
Not far from her stood Emilia and the Fool. Sure, now that she had a clear head it was clear that this Fool was no Witch Cultist, but he was still an annoyance. All these stories about Stand Powers, some family with star shaped birthmarks, and a Vampire of pure evil.
Still, Happy Face has shown to be quite the asset. A whole Being, one she can control however she wishes. She had made good use of it when repairing the damages she had made too the Manor. Though that isn't to say the others weren't interesting. Miss Emilia's Fight as One has also been quite a strange bunch, a mass of little individuals who could heal wounds and strengthen any individual they latch onto.
The Fool's own power, one he has yet to name, was rather strange. At first she thought it was a form of teleportation, short jumps from one spot to another. Then she noticed those patterns, how he only followed certain paths. It was though he could only go where he had been, or where he would be.
It was almost as though he could control time, but that was a ludicrous idea.
Roswall grit his teeth as he read through his gospel. Something had gone wrong, an unknown had interfered.
That stupid piece of metal, lodged in the boy's hand.
Sure, his own power might have been what the gospel was refering too, but that would mean his teacher's writing was wrong. But the powers he had granted both that Half Elf and the Oni Maid were not foretold by the gospel.
Destiny seemed to be changing, changing in ways he could not foresee.
Reinhard watched as his new mistress tore another dress with her bare hands. The other staff of the manor just sighed as one of them walked away to grab another dress. Felt just glared at him as she threw the tattered remains on the floor.
"Mistress Felt, please, you have to choose a dress for the upcoming meeting." Reinhard admonished her. "Hell No!!!" Felt retorted as she crossed her arms. Reinhard just crossed his arms as the staff returned with another dress and Rom.
Reinhard turned to the bandaged giant and approached him. "I understand that it may be tough, but Felt needs to attend this meeting, and for this she needs to be dressed properly." Reinhard explained as the staff member approached a snarling Felt. Rom just looked over the situation as Felt began jumping across the room.
She didn't get far as Reinhard caught her in an instant and held her in front of Rom. "As her father... I feel you would be most experienced in this." Reinhard stated as Felt began sputtering. "I ain't her dad, she just lived in the same home." Rom replied with a stone face.
"I see, regardless, we must have her ready if we want to stand a chance in the kingdom's election." Reinhard stated as he took the dress in his other hand. Felt seemed to pause before looking at the dress. "Say, what will happen if the election goes well?" Felt inquired. "You'd be crowned King, but only if you win the election." Reinhard answered.
"And how much can I do as the King?" Felt asked. "Well, you would lead our nation and possess large amounts of political sway and influence over the people, not to mention military command." Reinhard answered. Felt paused, clearly considering what she could do with such power. A smile broke onto her face as Rom sweatdropped. "Say Reinhard..." Felt began. "Though I may be your Knight, I would not allow you to plunge the kingdom into civil war." Reinhard replied.
"That's not what I mean!!" Felt yelled in response. Rom just groaned, knowing that things were about to start changing.
