Sep 19, 2021 3:28 AM
owls and grapes do villarosa all together
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The space is bright purple and stretches on for what seems like forever. The only apparent discrete obects in it are three young people and a rounded woman with a bright face and glowing feathery wings. 

"Congratulations! You three have been selected by the ineffable Will of the Multiverse to reincarnate as the villainesses of an otome game. Kind of weird, but it's become a huge thing over ten or so of your years in at least a dozen universal branes adjacent to yours. I think one of the Will's avatars read a light novel in your world, honestly. Now, you won't be reincarnating into an actual otome game from your world," the angel says. 

She taps her chin. "I don't get it, but according to my guidelines it's actually more in genre for us to create a custom otome-style world for you? It seems weird to me, but the universe molding crews love it, so we get lots of brownie points at inter-department parties. In any case, you'll be reincarnating into the soon-to-be-created Kingdom of Villarosa, setting of the non-existent smash hit otome game, manga, anime, and Broadway musical Roses of Villarosa!" She throws her arms out enthusiastically. 

"You'll be becoming the much-hated villainess of the story, fated to be sentenced to a horrible bad ending for the crime of being the gorgeous and charismatic heroine's rival in love and for generally being an awful person. I'm sure you can picture how the story goes already," she adds sympathetically. "You're definitely going to be a woman in your next life, and you'll also be attracted to men, though you may choose whether you want to be attracted to women also in your new life or be strictly into the cute boys."

"If you object, all I can say is that management apologizes for the inconvenience, but the Will's... well, will is final. On the upside, though, the reincarnation process will ensure you don't suffer any severe body or gender dysphoria, as well as preventing too much homesickness for your old life. Those safeties are there to prevent any depressing suicides. I'm sure you'll be relieved to know that you won't have to relive being a baby or toddler, you'll recover your old identity and memories when you're a teenager, a few days or weeks before the start of 'canon.' Another benefit is that because we haven't actually sent the specification for Villarosa to the universe molders, we have a chance to tweak things to make sure that your otome villainess reincarnation is to your taste. Just pick what you like best, and when we're done the molders get to work, I download a batch of fresh fake meta-knowledge about Roses of Villarosa to your soul, and you get reincarnated."

"So let's get started, okay?"

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"I'm sorry, what?"

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"Which part of that is tripping you up?"

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"...yes."

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"Well, to start with, you died. My condolences." 

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"I... see..."

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One of the other two girls says, "So, how cooperative a venture is this meant to be, exactly?"

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"Some parts of this you're going to have to all three agree on. Some parts will only require a majority vote, which means it's a good thing there's an odd number of you. And some things can be decided individually." 

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"I don't suppose we could go back. Do an otome or whatever on Earth where we'd have a chance of locating our loved ones and telling them we're okay." 

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She gives her a sympathetic look. "No. I'm sorry." 

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"--Is there some way I could send a message--"

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"I don't think so. Let me look through some things and see if I can find a loophole." She looks off to the side as though reading something the other three can't see. Her eyes widen and then narrow. "--That's new." 

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"What, pray tell, is new?"

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"There are, uh, warnings. About you." She makes a variety of concerned, surprised, appalled, and doubtful faces, apparently absorbed in the list. "Really...daffodils? I didn't think you could do that," she mutters under her breath at one point. 

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The girl who wants to contact her family gives Ghyslaine a wary look. 

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"What did I do with daffodils...? Never mind, asking would spoil the fun."

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"I want to know what you did with daffodils."

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"Oh, it wasn't you, it was your alt," the angel says absently, then makes a face and mutters, "What would anyone even do with that much skin?"

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"Should I be concerned for my safety when we all end up as romantic rivals? Should I be concerned for my safety right now?"

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"Oh, you can't be hurt here," she assures her. "And you're not romantic rivals with each other; each of you has your own designated love interest over whom you may vie with the otome's designated heroine. But yes, you should probably be concerned about that." 

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"I guess being killed because someone is just generally the kind of person who comes with obscure daffodil-related warnings is better than dying in a hazing accident at pray-the-gay-away camp," she mutters dubiously. 

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"Oh, speaking of which! I will not be accepting any changes to my sexuality. If you want me to be attracted to boys, put a sufficiently attractive boy in front of me. I assure you it's been done, just not often."

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"Don't worry, the designated fiances come with a guarantee to be hot enough to satisfy arbitrarily picky standards," the angel assures her. "I mean, not that you could stop the Will from changing your sexuality, but if you just have higher standards for boys than girls then there's no reason to." 

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"Can I point out that 'not that you could stop the Will from changing your sexuality' is kind of a concerning statement even leaving aside Ms. Creative Uses For Skin?"

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"You were abducted from your point of death by a being who could just as easily set you back home safe and sound and is instead setting you up as villains in a romantic video game, I assumed you were concerned already." 

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"Well, gee, when you spell it out like that," she sighs, and smoothly sits down and then sprawls backwards in an "I can't deal with this" snow-angel position. 

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