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[ Midday on Thursday, there's a knock at Gideon's door. If she opens it, and looks down, she'll see an odd-colored Bulbasaur standing by a little basket. Once the door is open, the Pokemon chirps a chipper greeting, then turns to go. Tucked inside the basket are a number of Tupperware containers, filled with all sorts of vegan versions of traditional Thanksgiving dishes— cranberry sauce, stuffing, mashed potatoes with mushroom gravy, sweet potato casserole— alongside a handwritten note. ]

Where I come from, today is a holiday where we celebrate the people and things we're thankful for. I thought you might want to share these with Harrow.
(It ought to beat snow leeks!)

Happy Turkey Day (sans the turkey), from your pal Henry!

[ Gideon requests the Bulbasaur wait a little bit after accepting the food and note. When she finishes reading it, she grabs a paper flyer about a food truck, turns it over, and writes: ]

Fart Father!

Thank you for the food. I am grateful for you (and your food) (and the lack of snow leeks).

Happy Day,
Gideon & signed on behalf of Harrowhark Nonagesimus, Reverend Daughter of Drearburh, Ninth Saint to Bla Bla Bla for I Guess That's My Dad

[ Left in a place where Gideon will find it: a plush doll and a key ring, with a note attached to the ring:

Had a little help picking out some gifts, so hope you like them! Enjoy, and have a good holiday. ✌️ ]

[At some point! On some random day this month! Shen Jiu shows up with a bakery box in his hands, walks awkwardly up to Gideon, hesitates a moment, then shoves it in her hands like he's playing hot potato with a live bomb.]

This is for Kissmus or whatever. [Um.] So you better take it!

[Mission complete! Goodbye!! Also inside the box is some kind of weird orange cake.]

[ There's a delivery from Henry on Christmas Eve— tucked in a gift bag made from recycled paper are several bottles of various supplements all meant to promote healthy bone growth: Calcium, Vitamin C, Collagen, Potassium. Also included is a small jar of Henry's homemade vegan trail mix, and a note: ]

Take these supplements to keep your bones nice and strong! I'm sure that Harrow's magic will also be able to do the job, but it doesn't hurt to bolster that with nutrients, too!

Happy holidays, from your pal Henry.

Edited 2022-12-22 16:41 (UTC)

[ On the evening of the 24th of December, Gideon will have a colorful envelope delivered to her door. Inside, there are two things:

a] A holiday card with Jayce wishing her Happy Holidays and a lot of food in her future.

b] A copy of Jayce's blueprints for her soon to be new weapon, designed to the best of his ability following the description of her dream sword.

He has designed the pommel as a skull opening its mouth to reveal another, smaller skull inside. The shape of the crossguards lightly resembles hip bones, and they connect to the blade with metal pieces that imitate a spine. The blade is slightly curved, with a scribble that asks ' in black steel or silver?'. Jayce has also added the engraving Gideon wanted. The letters are written in the Velarian language from his homeworld, Runeterra. It looks like a set of cool runes but he has added a post it note to the blueprint explaining what the text reads: ]

'Gideon Nav, heir to the House of the Ninth, and Harrowhark Nonagesimus Cat blanket.'

[ Of course, everything is subject to change, which is why he is showing her the design before making it a reality. ]

[ Continued from Here. Sharon opts to text Gideon's Relic directly instead of clogging up Hythlodaeus' joke post with something more serious or potentially revealing. ]

I know the basics, the Saint of Duty is my adoptive parent. [ It's not as accurate a statement as she'd like but it's easier than getting into the gritty of P/D, especially if Gideon doesn't know. ] What do you mean by 'kinda a thing and kinda not'?

Wait, the real Saint of Duty or the "Saint" of Duty? [ Which literal motherfucker is Sharon talking about? Technically, Gideon's only met the one, but they've both done things (beyond fucking her mum) that don't exactly endear either one to her. Also, Pyrrha Dve is the only other person who's been through what she's been through. So eesh. ]

Harrow ate me like... halfway. I don't know. It's weird because that was a thing that happened, but here we are in two different bodies. And it's sort of like it still happened, but I'm very much here in my own meatsuit thank you very much. Can't say I've spent much of my time here reflecting on it.

"Saint". [ She didn't expect that nor does she expect what comes next. Sharon frowns down at her relic, lips pursed. ]

You were like Pyrrha then. [ Maybe not exactly the same but... I mean, it seems kind of sus that both Gideons would end up dealing with the opposite side of the same coin. ] It doesn't surprise me that you wound up in different bodies here, halfway and all. Or maybe it would've happened regardless if you got wholly... eaten—that's weird, let's not say it like that.

Whatever. I digress.

What do you mean by the fact that it's like it still happened? Just the fact the memories are there or is there a... a different connection between you two?

Oh, her. [ Pyrrha sunglasses stealing Dve. Gideon guesses she's glad the other cavalier didn't die either, if she escaped some other way. Look at them getting away from the bottom of the River. She has no idea what happens with the "Saint" of Duty back home. Gideon only has her squirmy gut vibe about her own future. ]

That's what she said. Don't think it was exactly the same, but I'm not a necromancer. You'd have to talk with one for all the necro facts. But, uh, maybe don't talk to Harrow about it. It, look, it was weird, and I don't think it'd do her any good talking about it. "It" since we aren't saying being eaten anymore.

[ Gideon's grown a lot in Folkmore. She's come a long way from the ward of the Ninth desperate to get out of the House any way possible. She's talked about Crux, relived some of those memories, and well, seen how different life is for other people than it was on the Ninth. The other stuff? Canaan House and woah woah woah the Mithraeum? Other than dealing with her dad, no. Not so much. ]

Harrow still has her lyctoral power up. And I... am a psychic black hole. Like she is. Necros can't sense my insides without touch. Except for Harrow if we do the mind meld thing. I guess. I don't know if I could do that with anyone else. Because we're connected. We're in different bodies, but I'm still her battery for all that lyctoral shit. My soul.

Yeah. I knew them as Duty for the most part. [ But she didn't prefer Duty over Pyrrha or vice versa. It was all the same person no matter the face or the difference in the way they would say their jokes. Her heart pangs. ]

I wouldn't discuss it with Harrow unless she brought it up first. It's not like I need to know, was just curious.

[ Oh, that's what Gideon meant. That seems odd to her but maybe it's better this way, gives them each an opportunity to find their true potential blah blah blah if they have their own bodies while retaining everything else about their soulnap point. ] Oh, that's... so fucked up, Gideon. Like not in a judgy bitchy way, just... Factually fucked up. It doesn't hurt you, does it?

You know her better than I do. We spoke for all of five minutes. I don't think memory loops count.

Wouldn't recommend lyctorhood, but it was either death or death and lyctorhood. And that one came out with someone alive on the other end.

[ It's fucked up, sure, but Gideon chose it. Gideon did this to herself. She's lucky to have her own body, her own living body. ] It doesn't hurt now that we're like this. Soul siphoning is a bitch normally. There's a reason the Eighth House literally breeds for it.

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delivery! 11/24

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anonymous gift!

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package delivery, dec 25

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