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 Let's Play Cupid! Cupid is a Visual Novel released in 2015 by Fervent Studios. I don't normally go in for Gothic Romance stories or VNs, but I played this a few months back and it really appealed to me. Even if I don't unreservedly love it, this is going to be a generally appreciative take on it. The game can be downloaded for free (donations accepted) from their website. It's also free on Steam. It's written in Ren'py and works on Mac, Windows, or Linux. The LP My commentary will be fairly light within the updates. There will be more discussion and additions to the thread once we get to an ending, but I can't really talk about that yet. We will get to see all the endings eventually (and some of the bonus material). There is not a large amount of interaction in the game, but there will be moments when we are offered a choice of responses. Several of the choices come shortly after each other. To avoid bogging down the thread, we'll often be deciding the general tone of our response instead of just one answer. The music used in the game is royalty-free, and I won't be uploading it directly. Instead, I'll be pointing out where you can listen to it (or linking to alternate versions). The first example: the song that plays when you're looking at the start-up screens or loading/saving, Finally, NO SPOILERS, at least not until we get our first ending. Speculation is always encouraged. Content Warning We're playing with the Mature Content Filter off (the default state). I would not call the images explicit but there are certainly some that you wouldn't want to show to just anyone. The writing can be a little more graphic; I'd guess it's about on par with a modern romance novel (admittedly I have only a passing familiarity with those). This game concerns itself with a number of topics that might be disturbing. Nothing gets too extreme, but be aware that among the things we'll see even right from the start include child abuse, self-harm and suicide, and suggestions of sexual violence. The introduction is about as rough as anything else, so if you find yourself uncomfortable with that, you might not want to continue. Updates  A Mother's Love Penance  A Sleepy Chateau in the Countryside The Party Crashers First Performance Taking in Strays  Absence Accusations Abrasions  Discord Looking Ahead The Reading Lesson Sister The Things That Remind Us  Performance Anxiety Winning the Audience On Bended Knee The Dance of Love A Nice Feeling Uncomfortable Intimacy Touching and Tasting Silent Contrition Rejection? Secrets Desire Change Consummation Repulsion Downfall (Chapter 5's title is something of a spoiler.)  A Rose A Child A Request A Darkened Room Getting Out  Unlocked Remembered Decided  Dream Discussion Reminders An Offer Resolution [ENDING 02] Kangra fucked around with this message at 18:38 on Mar 16, 2017 |
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If you're just starting to read this, I suggest skipping to the first update now, as some of the subject headings for the bonus content might be considered spoilers. Run 2 Introduction Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Trapped Loosed Uncontained Unrestrained Set Free [ENDING 04] Run 3 Chapters 1-3 Chapters 4-6 Chapter 8 (new ending): Straining Separating [ENDING 01] Run 4 Chapters 1-6 Chapter 6 ending Chapter 7 (new ending): A Filthy Man Breaking the Girl [ENDING 03] Bonus Material & Supplemental posts In the second half of this post, there is an explanation of The Four Loves. Psyche & Cupid, by Apuleius - a little bit of background and a condensed version of the story. Psyche & Cupid Through the Ages This also includes the sonnet from which the thread title is derived. The Story in other Forms : Folktale variations. Bonus Material/ Who is Cupid? - includes a summary of the game's bonus content and a brief overview of how Cupid has been portrayed over time. Bonus Ending: Guilleme's Journal - What's really written on those pages? And what is the secret to Gilly's fabulous hair? Kangra fucked around with this message at 14:29 on Nov 2, 2017 |
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SFX: Falling rain. I love you. I love you. I love you. There's no need to explain. It's only natural. A mother loves her daughter more than anything else in the world. He hates you, doesn't he? The whole lot of them despise you, don't they? Chasing you into the forest and gouging a hole into your leg. All because you smiled at their husbands. And you know what? You deserve it. You freak! You disgusting, horrible, filthy little girl. Didn't I tell you to stay away from them?! You never listen. Serves you right for being the little slut you are. . . . But you don't have to worry, my darling. It's alright. Even if the whole world wishes you dead, I promise you this... Your mother will always be by your side. SFX: a door opens  Mass for Four Voices, Agnus Dei. William Byrd PRIEST My goodness, child, whatever has happened to you?  Her legs were covered in dirt and blood. She lifted her head upon hearing the priest's voice and stared at him with blank eyes. ??? Bless me, Father. For I have sinned. She hobbled forwards, her bloodied leg giving way. Automatically, the priest rushed forward to steady her. Years of spiritual training had prepared him for the most unexpected guests to his church. He sprung into action. He ushered her to a pew, brought out some clean cloth and antiseptic, and began to bandage the wound on her leg. Yet throughout all this, he found that he couldn't take his eyes off her. He would be gazing at the roll of bandages in his hand, deciding how to tie them--and then, out of nowhere, he would be staring into her eyes. Even with all the mud and grime smeared across her face, he couldn't deny that she was absolutely beautiful. How old was she? Twenty? Eighteen? Sixteen?  The priest had long since aged past his desire for the opposite sex, but somehow, something about her enraptured him. When he realised his own thoughts, he quickly steered his mind towards other matters.  My child, what happened to you?She seemed to take all the time in the world before responding.  He looked at me. Looked...? He looked at me, and he touched me. And then he started to kiss me.At first the priest didn't understand.  It was happening more and more often nowadays. The young men of France these days were spirited, uncontrollable ruffians. A lady walking home by herself one night would be prey to a few number of them. Lust. One of the seven deadly sins. The one that the priest personally despised the most.  You are safe now, child. God's house is a sancturary for the faithful. I don't think He'll protect me.He looked at her in confusion. You see, Father, I have sinned again.Right there among the pews, before the altar of God, she bowed her head. I'm sorry.Was she apologising to him, or to someone else? Her hair hid her face and her eyes, and the priest could make neither head nor tail of her. He suddenly realised that his hand was still on her thigh, and he hurriedly drew it away. I'm sorry.She repeated this phrase over and over. After a while, the priest got up. Don't fret, child. You are not to blame. I will contact the local constable, but in the meantime, you are free to make yourself at home here. I will fetch you a hot drink.He patted her hand and left to go to the back room. She remained seated on the pew, her head bent forward. As the priest's footsteps faded away, the entire church fell into silence.  Barely a sliver of moonlight filtered through the stained glass. The girl sat alone in a ring of darkness. . . .She opened her mouth.  No, I know. If I may say my piece, surely-- ... Yes. Yes, Mother. But he is so very kind--  This is our daughter. We must make the choice of how to guide her. The decisions made here will control the next several game choices, and probably affect how I respond to future choices. You may choose an option I've given or provide your own general description of how we should proceed. And in case it's not obvious, "warm and kind" won't be an option most of the time. So how do we feel about the child? We are ... N1...angry at her because... a...she doesn't listen to us when we try to help her. b..there is something wrong with her. OR N2...concerned about her because... a...she can't take care of herself and needs our guidance. b...we always want to protect her. Two more questions: What's our thoughts on her relationship to the world? O1.Other people are a danger to our daughter. O2.It's not other people that are the problem, she's the problem. O3.The mother-daughter bond is what's most important. The world is only a problem if it comes between us. Is our daughter good, or not? P1.Yes, she is a good person. P2.She can be good if she has the proper guidance. P3.No, she's a terrible disappointment to us.
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I am concerned about our daughter, because we always want to protect her (while at the same time we victim-shame her. We are a bad mother). I think our daughter is a good person, but other people are a problem. I kinda get the feeling that this game will be about cruel things happening, but I'm a bleeding heart and can't stand to pick mean options.
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This game is way better than I thought it would be. It stuck with me for days. If anyone thinks, as I feared based on some of the description, that this is going to be just another anime creep simulator, I encourage you to at least give the thread a chance. I won't say any more since I've already played the hell out of it, but yeah. It's good. My choices: N2...concerned about her because... a...she can't take care of herself and needs our guidance. What's our thoughts on her relationship to the world? O1.Other people are a danger to our daughter. Is our daughter good, or not? P2.She can be good if she has the proper guidance.
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Normally I would choose the options for the more positive route, but I feel like going the opposite this time.  N1b, O2, P3
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Introduction, continued -Haven't you learned your lesson, idiot?! -I fear for your safetyWe do have some care for our daughter. We don't truly hate her.  Child, follow Mother's words and leave. You saw the look in his eyes, didn't you? You cannot stay here. Even a man of God can stain you with the filthiest colors. ... Be a good girl and follow Mother's words. But... It is cold outside, Mother. The rain has not let up. Can't I stay? -Alright. -No!Although we do need to keep her safe. You leave now and that is final. I will not hear another argument. ... I-I'm sorry. Please don't be angry, Mother. I understand. I shall leave at once. How am I going to mind you like this? You attract so much misfortune everywhere you go. ... -This is all your fault. -My poor child. My stupid little girl. Always a blight, aren't you? Whatever will you do without me? I'm sorry, Mother. Thank you, for always guiding me. It is all my fault. ... Mother was right, after all. She was always right. Everything was her fault. Her fists shook with a mixture of fear and conviction. She had to do penance. Mother. Give me strength. ...There is something I wish to do.The girl rose from the pew. In front of her was the altar, and on top of the altar was an ornately decorated cross. It was as wide as her head, and the tip of the cross had been crafted such that it was razor sharp. I guess the old priest wanted to make mass just a little more risky for himself. She left the pew, knelt briefly, and then walked over to the altar.  You're quite sure you're doing this?The girl's arm trembled ever so slightly. What other way is there for me to atone?She picked up the cross. Oh, my darling daughter. Mother is proud of you.Slowly, she brought the sharp end close to her face. So close that it hovered just above her left eye.  SFX: Slashing, as of a knife Kangra fucked around with this message at 18:29 on Jun 6, 2016 |
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Well, uh, that's not where I thought that introduction was going...
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I guess that explains her hair style in the OP's picture.
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Man, I pity the altar boy who's having a clumsy day at this church.
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Chapter 1 Goldberg Variations: Variatio 1. a 1, J.S. Bach I'm pretty sure this is the exact recording used (or go here for a Youtube link directly to the song). A scruffy young girl in tattered clothes peeked through the open gates of Château du Sommeil.  As it happens there actually is a 'Château Sommeil' in France — it's a little north of Le Havre in Normandy — although I don't know if it's meant to be the same place. It may well be old enough, but I suspect the name is mere coincidence. A goûter is a light afternoon snack. People from high class estates strolled around the manicured gardens while chatting loudly with one another. There were beautiful ladies clad in silk and velvet, their necks adorned with pearls and jewels. A variety of foods was displayed on the tables. The girl stared at the food. She hadn't eaten properly for the past few days. -Are you hungry, child? -We must not linger. Are you hungry, my dear? ...Yes, Mother. Don't you worry. Mother will provide. ... You do not need those high class foods anyway. They will upset your stomach. ... Now, we've stayed long enough. Let us leave. S-Surely we can look around for a bit? It's still a little early...There was something else that called to her, other than the party itself. She walked to and fro from the gates, peeking at the crowd, despite the urgings of her Mother to leave.Just a tiny glance would be enough.  The first time that we've seen her not looking horribly depressed! The owner of the château, the Marquis de Gul. The girl was drawn to him. He wasn't the same as other people. He seemed... different, somehow. He was kind to her and would always hand her food when she delivered flowers. Her heart felt at ease with him. -He is the same as everyone. -I do not care for him. He is the same as everyone. I don't know if it was terribly clear before, but making a choice doesn't necessarily mean we say that phrase in response. It's just indicating the general tone of our reply. Here, though, we did say it. Greedy. Insatiable. Maybe not for you. But for something else.  But he is a kind man, Mother. Don't let his kindness fool you! Sweetest tongue hides sharpest tooth, child. She bit her lip. Why do you even bother with him?  ... H-He makes me feel that there are still good people in the world, Mother. -There are no more good people in the world, child. -It is hard to say. It is hard to say, of course, dear. We do not know the real intentions people have. One can hope that real charity exists. But even good people will always put their needs first. Even your precious Marquis. D-Don't you think I'm a good person, Mother? -Of course I do! -Of course not! Of course, child! You are special! Haven't I raised you as such? I have tried my best, my dearest. Yes, mother. You keep me right! I love you!The girl stared at her shoes and looked around for a bit, hoping for just a glance before she left. And there he was. There was no harm in looking, she reasoned. She would never enter the Marquis' world. Let her heart be filled with hope. He turned his eyes in her direction. Did he smile at her? The girl's heart stopped. Did he recognize her?   COURT LADY My, is this creature deaf as well as dumb?  COURT LADY 2 It might be! Poor thing. Mademoiselle!A voice called to the rose girl. She gasped. It seemed that somebody else had noticed her presence. No, no, my dear. Poor little creature! Don't run away. COURT LADY 3 Charlotte, she stinks. Don't touch her. Came to crash the party, little urchin? You hungry? Her stomach gave a low grumble. She was always hungry, it seemed. No matter how much or how little she ate. Encouraged by the kindness the Marquis had shown her, the girl approached the women. She teetered towards their table. What are you selling? Look at this poor creature. Is she selling roses? These are all ugly ones. But not as appalling as the rags she is covering herself in. Are you trying your best to be this repulsive? Now, don't be mean, Antoinette. Perhaps it's the commoner fashion nowadays. They laughed while gawking at her and her wares. Oh, my. She only has one eye! Ghastly! But I can't look away. The other lady nodded her head. Like a side-show attraction, you mean? The freaks at the carnivals. She's darling in her own dirty, monstrous way. Maybe we can keep it! Hello, do you want some bread, urchin?  Well, speak up! Maybe her tongue is short. Add that to the list of her sterling qualities. Quiet, Antoinette. Come on, don't be shy. ... Do you want some food? Let us hear you speak. ...Yes, madame. What?  Yes, madame. I would be grateful. One of the ladies clapped in mockery at her reply. Oh, she talks! The ladies handed her the bread. But it was snatched away just before her fingers grazed it. Ah, ah! Not before you dance for us first! Oh, make her do a handstand! I've seen one of those street people do that! Quite marvellous! Now, I'd like to see that! This party is getting quite boring. Well, come on, ma bête. Dance for your food. The girl looked at the beautiful, cruel faces of the women.  It was a burning desire to hurt something, simply because they could. She knew that look. Before they touched her and hurt her, they had that look burning in their eyes. Aw, look at what you did, Claudette. She's shivering like a leaf! Poor thing. The lady was laughing as she said those words. I didn't do anything. She should be grateful we're even offering her this much. Besides, these commoners are supposed to be jolly in their misery. Come on, girl! Show us your joy. The girl moved away as they laughed. Mother, please save me. Mother... -Didn't I tell you to leave? -Didn't I tell you people are cruel? Didn't I tell you to leave, insolent child? Now you call for me. Try to deal with this situation yourself. You have put yourself in this position, anyway. I hope you learn your lesson! ??? Hey there! A child's voice called out from behind her.  She wore an old blue dress, somewhat patched at the corners, but kept clean and tidy. She was not rich, but she had an air as if she owned the ground she stood on. Hm? Another commoner? This party is absolutely teeming with them. The Marquis loves these things. Heard he picks them randomly from the street. Maybe I should get me one too. Do you think it is fashionable abroad, in his birth country, I mean? Persia? No, no, I heard he was from India. I heard a rumor he's a bastard son of a Greek queen. Goodness, that is so far-fetched! I could barely pronounce his name, though. He really should change it to something more acceptable. Who knows what kind of demons he might attract with such a blasphemous name. These lines aren't in the demo, and appear to have been added based on feedback from French players. Aha! It must be why all these nasty, horrid little creatures flock around him! Oh! Hmm, devil or not, I'll forgive him if he kisses my hand. The ladies laughed. Salope! Aren't you shameless! Don't lie! We all know why we're here. The ladies gossiped among themselves, openly ignoring the girl. The young girl took the slighting with a shrug. She approached the table and asserted her presence.  Whatcha doing? Goodness, they don't take a hint, do they? Throw something shiny. It might distract them.  Hey, you've been holding that bread for a long time.  Aren't you gonna give it to her?  Why do you care? Do you want the bread for yourself? I bet she's hungry too. I know, maybe you should toss the bread and see if they'll fight for it. The ladies laughed to themselves. The girl stared at them with confusion.  Next thing everyone knew, she had swiped the bread from the woman's hand. Oh, my! H-How... rude! Horrible, filthy girl, give that back! The girl sniffed the piece of bread and nibbled at the surface.  Mm. Yummy. It's still warm.She shoved the bread in the urchin's face. The scrumptious scent of bread flooded the rose girl's nose.  Lick it. The sugared butter tastes good! No! You devil child! Give that back! The urchin licked it. Her tongue was coated in sweetness. She stood there, squeezing the taste in her tongue. The girl grinned at her, and she couldn't help but grin back. Sorry, here you go. It's all yours. Ugh! Disgusting! Like we're going to eat anything that's been in your filthy mouths! Wow, so this is ours now? You ladies are so nice. Cheeky little brat! I'll have you thrown out of this party! I'll have you--  The rose girl felt her mouth well up. His presence filled her body, almost as if her hunger was abated. She blushed furiously. What a strange effect he had.  Ladies.
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Yeah, the idea that somehow poor people have the secret key to life and they're laughing at the rich is a pretty enduring thread through history.
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Chapter 1, continued O-Oh, Sire Guilleme! I just came to check in on my esteemed guests. Is everything alright? Are you enjoying yourselves?One of the ladies started fanning herself with obvious annoyance. Well, these little beasts have been harassing us. Yes, my Lord. We were just minding our own business when this girl swiped the food off our table. Horrible little nits.The girl stuck out her tongue at them. A lady wiped her eyes in mock tears. See, look at that! It's absolutely monstrous how these children act around adults now. There is no respect, messire! I worry for the next generation! Oh, Charlotte, don't cry! Well, my Lord. We would all breathe a little easier if those children were sent on their way. Yes! Who knows what kind of mischief they might be up to. They might set fire to the tables, you see? Oh? Or steal our jewelry! In fact, I think my pocket watch is missing! No! How unfortunate.One of the ladies continued her childish wailing. It is, messire! It's unfortunate how you allow your important guests to be treated this way! Please deal with these vermins! Throw them out now! Oh, my sweet ladies. I am stricken with grief at your misfortunes. Allow me to offer my heartfelt apologies. Paltry squatters. E-Excuse me? Madame Charlotte of Montpellier? I don't remember sending you an invite. Same for you, Lady Antoinette of Rennes and Lady Claudette of Lyon. Most people I invited are huge patrons of music. That is why they are here today. They came to listen to Mademoiselle Catherine Louise Perride. She is the seven-year-old piano prodigy who played for the Queen last summer.The man pointed at the girl busy chewing her half of the bread. W-Well... That's-- I am sure you were aware of that, were you not? ... No matter. I am always happy to see you, ladies. It is my pleasure to have you here. But I hope you don’t mind giving some of the food away to my townspeople. That is why I keep my gates open. My servers are instructed to serve anyone who passes by, not just my guests. But-- Don't you fret, my darlings. There is plenty more to be served.The ladies blushed in embarrassment. One of them began to fan herself even faster. Excuse me!The rose girl's heart beat so fast it made her head feel light and dizzy. She had never been this close to him. It made her feel a mixture of fear and elation. Lady Catherine. Your father has been looking for you. It is almost time for your performance.The girl looked up at the Marquis and did a little curtsy. My apologies, Sire. I didn't mean to cause a clatter.Guilleme chuckled. I saw the whole thing, ma chérie. You put those ladies in their place. They were being mean to her.Guilleme narrowed his eyes at the quiet girl. She hid behind her basket of roses. She couldn't look at him directly. He was like the sun.It hurt just to be in his presence. Yet there was relief in her heart as he stepped closer to her. I've seen you before, haven't I? I-I deliver roses to your house sometimes, Sire. Hm, yes. The girl with the sweetest face.The rose girl blushed. I love your roses, by the way. They stay fresh longer than they should. You've tended to them with love. T-Thank you, Sire. Do you have a name, young lady? ... I... erhm.. What's the matter? ... It is alright, young lady. If you would rather-- Let's call her Rosa! Hm? Rosa. It fits her! I think she forgot her name. Or she lost it.The Marquis nodded wisely. A valid point. Hmm. Are you alright with that, Rosa? ...Yes. Come on, Rosa. You'll watch me play, right? I...Her eyes darted from the girl to the Marquis. Oh, Sir Gilly doesn't mind! Gilly--?You seemed a bit more accepting when Catherine was assigning names to forgetful commoners, Gilly. He's really nice to me and my family. And he helps the people around town, too. He won't throw you out.The Marquis held his right hand in the air as if swearing an oath.  I won't. See? Come on, you're invited now! You're my special guest. There's plenty of food inside too, Rosa. Please help yourself. ...Thank you, Sire. Rosa is coming! Yay! Now, this is my first public performance, Rosa. I am a bit nervous.Catherine scratched her head. What will I do if I make a mistake? Papa will be very upset.The Marquis knelt in front of Catherine and rubbed her shoulders fondly. The music (still Bach, playing since the start of the chapter) fades out. You won't make a mistake, ma chérie. As long as you put your heart into the keys. Play to touch your audience, and any mistake won't matter. Do you understand? Not really.The man chuckled. You will, someday. Just play your first song with me in your mind, will you? Something that you think will make me smile.Guilleme held Catherine's clear, young eyes in his gaze. He kissed her hand. It was covered with sticky sugar and bread crumbs. Catherine blushed. It was the first time she looked embarrassed by anything. I-It would be my pleasure, sir.Catherine trudged up the wooden podium and walked towards the middle of the stage. SFX: light applause She curtsied in front of her audience, waved to her father and stole a glance at Guilleme. The man gave her a tiny nod. She sat down in front of the piano, admiring the cream and ebony keys underneath her fingers. Her own piano was broken and beaten. Father had sold his horse for it. The A3 key never played, and the strings would creak when it was cold. But it had never failed her. She knew the keys like they were her own fingers. She whispered to the new piano softly, as if coaxing a beautiful, untamed animal. Let's be friends, okay? She saw Rosa at the far end of the podium, watching her diligently. There was a renewed vigour in her blood. She could hear the keys calling out to her. A song that would make him smile. She placed her fingers on the keys. She began to play. 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Kangra posted:
I think that is suppose to be Guilleme speaking.
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So, is there an Eat the Rich  route, by chance?
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Mraagvpeine posted:I think that is suppose to be Guilleme speaking. Fixed, thanks! I do agree with the comments that there are a lot of cliches here about classism, which is the game reveling in the typical romance cliches, I think. It is sort of interesting in that it doesn't really shy away from them or pretend to be self-aware about it, but we haven't quite abandoned the tone of the introduction yet.
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Kangra posted:Fixed, thanks! This sounds like kind of a redundant thing to comment on. I mean, yeah, there's as much classism as in Scrooge or a Jane Austin novel, but it also looks like we're in colonial era France or something like it, so why wouldn't there be some of that going around?
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I meant it more in the sense that a modern writer hewing to the stereotypes will portray the lower-class people as noble and good, while the 'aristocracy' are vain and cruel (love interests excepted). Overall, class is actually decently handled in the game, although it's mostly in the background. One reason I commented now is that we won't actually be seeing those court ladies again.
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I'm impressed somebody that age has the reach for Rachmaninoff. Dude was pushing the forefront of pianist technology.
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Thanks for including what the songs were. I don't know jack about music. That and the other bits of trivia you've been dropping are cool. I read the post-ending dev diaries and everything and I still didn't know about lines being changed based on feedback from French players.
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Chapter 1, continued A few more versions of Liebesleid to go with this update. Here's a recording of Rachmaninoff himself playing it. You can see that his hands are about five times the size of a seven-year-old girl's. I do think the piece does fit the mood that's being conveyed; it doesn't really matter that it might not be playable by her or a century or two ahead of the period. Although there might have been such a thing as going too modern.  At the ring of the first few notes, it became apparent to the audience that this girl was something special. Here was a little girl, barely tall enough to reach the pedals of the piano, playing as if she owned it. There were times she'd miss a note or two, but that didn't matter. She played the song to make someone smile, and it touched everyone present. Her musical skill was far beyond her years. Her fingers caressed the keys as if she was making a flower crown, carefully weaving the petals. She knew the correct way to tie the leaves so they wouldn't tear, like all smart little girls did. As the piano sang under her hands, Catherine seemed to disappear right in front of the audience's eyes. She was just a vision, after all, somebody leading them down a dream. A dream of a garden, the springtime, the shade of a tree on a windy day. The couples in the audience tightened their grip on the hands of their partners. Some closed their eyes and let the music saturate their soul. Sweet memories of youth. A first love. The yawn of a newborn.  Her heart was captured by this image of her. A young girl swaying her head to the music, smiling as the notes poured out of her. She couldn't take her eye away from Catherine's glowing face. Was this happiness? Was this love? She looked like she was in love. And she was, wasn't she? In her innocence, she was still in love with life. In love with her family, with her pets, in love with every new discovery. She was full of hope. It was a bittersweet feeling for Rosa. A happy teardrop rolled down her cheek. She wanted to warm herself in that hope, if she could. In the audience, Guilleme and Catherine's father sat beside each other.   She is, isn't she? I-I mean, pardon my arrogance, my liege. I-I am a very proud father, you see? No pardon necessary, Sire. Has she found a sponsor yet? The Duke of Versailles once spoke to me about it, but we have not made any arrangements. Then I must steal her away as soon as possible! Sire? I'd like to be Catherine's primary sponsor, if that is alright with you. Why, Sire-- And to further cement my status, that piano she is playing right now-- It is hers. I've bought it for her.François' eyes widened in astonishment.  T-That is--!François gulped. That is beyond generous, Sire!Guilleme smiled. Well, I must make it hard for you to refuse me, you see? I took the opportunity of asking you outright. You see, the Duke might offer an extravagant piano plated in gold. In that case, I have no choice but to humbly concede. W-What? I am kidding. The Duke of Versailles is the worst miser you will ever meet. Of course, I shall be paying for her musical tutoring as required. Along with an ample stipend to accomodate your family. ... Ah, you don't have to look so surprised, Monsieur Perride. Your daughter is a star. There is an effervescence about her that enraptures the soul. There is no doubt in my mind that she will succeed. Thank you deeply, my liege. Please, call me by my name, messire. Let me remind you, this generosity isn't without charge! Her tutoring will be done at my house. I want to monitor her progress. Apart from that, I'd very much like Catherine to visit me and play from time to time. Music is one of my true passions. Her presence would benefit my mood tenfold. Of course, Sire! That is a small price to pay for all your offers. On the contrary, messire. You don't have to decide now. Kindly think about it. Thank you, my lord--Sire Guilleme.After the performance, Catherine and Rosa went to the Marquis' garden to play. François and Guilleme lingered on their table, sorting out the details of Catherine's further education. Parisian, Kevin MacLeod  She had arrived halfway through Catherine's performance, just in time to gush at her little sister's applause. Unfortunately, she couldn't find her father in the crowd. When she finally caught sight of the back of his head, she approached him hastily.  Father, there you are! I've been looking all over for you--Émilie stopped as she saw the man her father was talking to.  She fixed her hair self-consciously and curtsied.  My Lord! Pardon my intrusion! I didn't realize--Guilleme smiled at her kindly. You are free to intrude anytime, my lady. Émilie smiled back. Just as the rumors said, the Marquis was easy on the eyes. To whom do I owe the pleasure of your acquaintance? This is my eldest daughter, Émilie. Pardon me for not introducing her sooner. Charmed.Guilleme offered her a seat. Émilie sat down across the man. Well, it seems talent and good looks run in the family.François rubbed his neck. Yes, my daughters are my pride and joy. Thankfully, they both took after their mother. Surely not, Monsieur Perride. The eyes are yours. Earnest and loving eyes.Émilie snorted at such sappy words. Her father was clearly basking in the compliments. If this really was the famous Guilleme the rumours talked about, then he wasn’t exactly much of a charmer, was he?  The ladies in the house she worked for could not seem to stop talking about this man. Admittedly, there was something morbidly curious about the way he looked at people. Like he was always distracted, and could only say words that were expected of him. I'm pleased to have finally met you, Sire. I've heard a lot about you on my travels. All good things, I hope. Depends on the tabloid, and the day of the week, Émilie thought to herself and chuckled. You are a governess, I was told? Where do you work? With the Dmitri household, Sire. Ah yes, I heard you were marrying into the family soon. Oh, Father. I told you not to tell anybody yet! I didn't! But you know how people talk. Word travels fast! Pardon the comment then, my lady. Please. Your betrothed is a lucky man, I'm sure.The conversation endured through the afternoon. Small talk, musical composers, their little town... Catherine's musical background, François' students, Émilie's work... Émilie played with her napkin, offering droll opinions on the particularly droll topics. All throughout the exchange, Émilie observed the infamous Marquis de Gul. This... was him? The audacious, shameless flirt of the royal court and tabloids? According to rumors, he was able to bed both the widowed Countess of Devonshire and her daughter! ...At the same time! And even had a tumultuous relationship with the Prince of Garnet. He didn't limit himself to royalty, or so the tabloids said. His latest fling was with an English poet -- who, they say, almost killed him when he was caught with another man -- or woman... Ah... at this point, who knew what was real and what was a blatant lie made up by the newspapers? She had looked forward to meeting him. And here he was, finally. ...Talking about sampling the new bakery's crème brûlée. She couldn't say she was disappointed, exactly. But the Marquis was a depressingly normal man. Maybe even boring, Émilie ventured. She watched as his gaze flickered across her hair and her nose before lazily trailing away. How infuriating. She wondered if he would suddenly say something coy. Or insist to dance with her. Just something outrageous. Honestly, so she could shoot him down. This man whom everyone was interested in. That would be a small victory for reasonable women everywhere. But the Marquis was nothing but polite. He did not ogle. He did not touch unnecessarily. No audacious gestures or suggestive winks of the eye. He would not even look at her for more than two seconds! Maybe she was not pretty enough to flirt with? Émilie bit her lip. She shouldn't be thinking that. But...  When the words spoken were without meaning, their eyes would converse further. To Émilie, he'd started to look lonely underneath the facade of caprice. He seemed tired of all the gallivanting, the rumors and the numerous flings. We are all a little lonely, aren't we? Perhaps even he? He invited the family over to his château and commented on how empty the building felt sometimes. Music was his guilty pleasure. It got him through the cold nights, he said with a sad grin. How he wouldn't mind a warm soul to touch. And before she could stop herself -- Émilie had begun to imagine his lips on her neck. On one of those... 
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...this makes me wonder if we're just playing a one-eyed Greek chorus to the actual tales of love and loss here.
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I'd hoped to get an update out today, but I got pulled into a weekend sink remodel, so it'll be a few days before the next one. Klingon w Bowl Cut posted:Thanks for including what the songs were. I don't know jack about music. That and the other bits of trivia you've been dropping are cool. I read the post-ending dev diaries and everything and I still didn't know about lines being changed based on feedback from French players. I don't recall where I read it, probably on the game's website or (lead designer/writer/artist) ameliori's blog. She said something about a French player mentioning that people with odd names were really looked down upon. I had previously noted the extra lines added from the demo, and also that Émelie had been given the French version of her name from the demo (Amelia). One of the background notes also mentions that Catherine was called Amelia in the first version of the story, and Guilleme was "Lenard". I also looked back at the demo and didn't notice until now that the 'chateau' graphic was a lot different (it had a large, plainer but more historical-looking building, with the same impressionist/watercolor effect that can still be seen the trees).
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Chapter 1, continued They were having a perfectly mundane conversation. She didn't know where those thoughts came from. Fortunately, her father didn't seem to notice. Music and loneliness struck a nerve with François Perride. He had immersed himself in his music tutoring, his students, and Catherine -- ever since his wife had gotten sick. It had been six years. But sometimes the nights were cold. For François, the Marquis was speaking to his soul. He was a kindred spirit. He wasn't a pompous showboat like all the other royalty Catherine had played for. The Marquis even had a wine collection he wanted to show François. Such a down-to-earth, generous young man! Émilie, your face is flushed. Are you alright? I-I'm fine. Just the sun, probably.This was not true, of course. The afternoon sun had already lost most of its heat. Thankfully, Catherine provided a distraction. She ran towards their little huddle and flung her arms around her father’s torso, chattering happily about gardens and butterflies.  Émilie wasn't sure how old the girl was. Her dirty blonde hair hid the left side of her face. You could just see faint traces of scars peeking through. A surge of motherly affection caught hold of her heart. Hey, that's our job! (Even if we're not that good at it.) Hello there, young lady.The girl looked down at her toes, but she gave her a shy smile. I see you've made a crown of flowers! You look very pretty. Thank you, madame... ...Catherine gave it to me. Sister, this is Rosa. She's really nice! She knows the name of all the flowers in Sir Gilly's garden! Catherine, there you go again with your silly names. Sister! Help me convince Papa to let Rosa stay with us! Catherine? Papa, please! Please let her stay with us! She doesn't have anywhere to go! Now, Catherine. That is not very nice. Rosa here is a girl. She is not a kitten you can just pluck from the street and take home, like you always do with stray animals! Goodness knows we have all the stray cats of France living in our house! Yes, I know she's not a kitten. I know she's a girl. But shouldn't we take her home even more so?François sighed. Guilleme chuckled under his breath. He was clearly enjoying this exchange. Your daughter has some very unique views, Sir Perride. Well, Sir Gilly, what do you think? ...Huh?Guilleme's face lost his casual bystander look. You're a Marquis. I'm sure my father would follow your orders, right? Shouldn't we take Rosa home? He stole a glance at François, who was silently pleading him with his eyes not to humour the child. He cleared his throat.  Well, I'm sure it's up to your father since he owns the house. He will have to clothe and feed Rosa, you see? Yes, but I’ve got that all figured out! Ever since Sister moved to work, nobody minds the house anymore. And I have to wash the dishes everytime. Ugh. Papa's so busy. And we always have enough food for the two of us. If Rosa stays, then I wouldn't be so lonely on my own. She'll wear Sister's old clothes and we'll mind the house when both Sister and Father are away. She can wash the dishes sometimes. And I'll wash them sometimes.Guilleme and François shared a look. And besides, if it were up to me, I'd have people take one girl home in their house and give her food. Girls don't even eat that much. Not sure about boys.She thought for a bit. But I'm sure it's not too much that people can't take them home too. One time, I ate one whole plate of potatoes and my stomach hurt. If Rosa was there, I wouldn't have eaten so much. ...Maybe.If they're not fully cooked, potatoes can be toxic to cats, which is probably why Catherine wants a pet girl. Cats are harder to train as dishwashers, too.  I'm so sorry, Sire. She's very headstrong. Father, I'm sure taking Rosa in wouldn't be much trouble for us financially, yes? My new work pays better. I'm sure we can adjust. Well, about that. Perhaps if Rosa works in my household, it wouldn't be much of a burden to your family, Sire Perride. ... Sir Gilly is great! You are truly a kind soul, Sire. Not at all! I'm sure I need her help more than she needs mine. Isn't that right, Rosa? ... In that case, I would love to offer my home to Rosa. Although I am still worried that this is supposed to be more complicated, Sire. What about her family? Or her friends? Are we violating any laws, perhaps? I am not even sure. As long as it is consensual, Sire. The details can be smoothed out later.The girl was quiet the whole time. She was looking at her toes, or at Catherine. Rosa? Do you have any family? Relatives or friends you stay with? ... No, Sire. My mother... died a long time ago.What?! How can you say that? We're right here, Rosa! But she guides me always.Well that's better. We do do that. ...So, please don't be compelled to mind me. No! Don't go back to the streets, Rosa! It's September! It's going to be really cold soon. Sir Gilly will even give you work! Stay with us! But, Catherine...François sighed in surrender. Alright, alright. She can stay for the night. ...! Papa! Just for tonight. Then we'll see if she wants to stay for longer. Catherine, you cannot hold people in their place just because you want them there, do you understand? If Rosa wants to leave, she may leave, you cannot keep her like an object.Guilleme cleared his throat. That is sound advice, Sire Perride. Yes, Papa, I understand! Rosa, please make yourself comfortable in our home. ... ...T-Thank you... Papa is the best!Catherine turned to Guilleme again. Sir Gilly, don't you think if everyone with a house takes one person home, nobody would freeze in winter? You should make it into a law. They'll obey you because you're a Marquis. And because you're tall. Oh, so people obey my orders because I am tall. What a compliment! Well, you're taller than my papa, at least. He'll never be a Marquis.François pulled on his daughter's ear with embarrassment. Catherine! Mind your manners! I'm so sorry, sire.Guilleme shook his head, his eyes trailing over the Perride family. Émilie watched him curiously. That same sadness once again surfaced for the briefest moment. You have a lovely family, Sire. I am quite jealous. You make me want to settle down myself, someday.He chuckled. Maybe.Émilie's heart skipped a beat. Did he just look at her when he said that? She couldn't be sure. Catherine is perfect the way she is. It is one of the reasons why I am very invested in her.Guilleme knelt down so that he was eye to eye with Catherine.  You are a very intelligent and kind-hearted girl, Catherine. You are a star. Mon étoile. Someday, I know you will change the world. At least, I'd like to see you try!SFX: heartbeat (sounding with each line)  Mother... Help me... My chest... I can't breathe. N-No... Ca...
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Kangra posted:I'd hoped to get an update out today, but I got pulled into a weekend sink remodel, so it'll be a few days before the next one. quote:If they're not fully cooked, potatoes can be toxic to cats, which is probably why Catherine wants a pet girl. Cats are harder to train as dishwashers, too.
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May 31, 2016 22:51
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Kangra posted:
I think this is suppose to be Catherine here. Speaking of... quote:
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May 31, 2016 23:42
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Aww, can't we keep this as some sort of ridiculous Jane Austin thing where it's a contest between Rosa and Emily competing for the Marquis' affection without having to go all grim-dark? I mean, I guess not, but that's kind of hosed up.
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So I played this game because it's free on Steam, and hoooly poo poo this is going to be a wild ride
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Lord Cyrahzax posted:So I played this game because it's free on Steam, and hoooly poo poo Yeah, the whole self mutilation and suicide and insane thing kiiinda tipped me off. Bit surprised it gets that much worse though, that would take some serious psychosis and/or drama beyond what protagonist dearest (hey they're her voices, technically we're not mother) has already got. I guess we're at about a 4/10 for how bad it gets? ... 3?
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RA Rx posted:Yeah, the whole self mutilation and suicide and insane thing kiiinda tipped me off. Bit surprised it gets that much worse though, that would take some serious psychosis and/or drama beyond what protagonist dearest (hey they're her voices, technically we're not mother) has already got.
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 SFX: panting It's funny, is it not? ... They always leave you. Such is the way of the world. The more you love, the more you lose. Oh, it seems like they'll stay forever, but they never do. I'm the only one who stays, my lovely rose. My love is the only love you need. You were always so weak. Always so loving to people who did not deserve it. I told you to get rid of her, didn't I? I told you to be wary. I knew it from the start, my rose. -She was nothing but selfish. -She led you astray. Catherine was a curse. She drove you to a love I warned you about. I knew she would just cause you pain. -I am glad she is dead. -I am glad you are back to me.We'll get a chance to vote on Catherine a bit later, so for now I'm just making choices to show our desire to keep our daughter close to us. I was so worried about you, darling. She almost led you astray. ...Away from me! Trust in Mother, darling. I am just glad to have you back to myself. ... Your silence bothers me, child. She was important to me, Mother. I... I... loved her...Mother only laughed as Rosa screamed out her pain. Rosa felt strong arms shake her awake.  She opened her eyes and was hit by a strange sadness that crushed her. She was dazed for a moment. Why was she so sad? And then she remembered... To be continued 2 - Yasu pochi (Note this is a direct download mp3 link)Her best friend was gone. ...She was gone.  Rosa...? How are you feeling?Guilleme sat by her bed, a hand in hers. Rosa didn't realise she had been holding on to it tightly in her fitful sleep. She broke from his grasp and clutched her knees.  Rosa?She remained silent.  I came to check on you. You went into shock and lost consciousness. ...I can only imagine... How hard it must have been for you to see her-- Like that...His words echoed in her brain, yet she did not register much of their meaning. Rosa still refused to speak, and Guilleme fidgeted with his glove. The wake will take place as soon as possible, Rosa. I just wanted to let you know that she is being taken care of. He's hiding something.There was a slight triumph in Mother's voice. ... He wants to get rid of her body as soon as possible. Don't you see it, child? Tell me you're not falling for this.Rosa was tired. Mother, always the cynic, would say such things. She hated anyone who came close to Rosa's heart. Rosa didn't want to hear it. She didn't want to deal with anything right now. All she wanted to do was wallow in her loneliness...To curl up inside the hole Catherine had left behind and sleep. My child, tell me you see it. -Remember the fear in Catherine's eyes in her last days? -Look at how he is unperturbed by Catherine's death.Time for us to make a decision: What's our opinion of Guilleme? This decision is about his reaction to and possible involvement in Catherine's death, but you're welcome to share any opinion on how we want Rosa to feel about him. Kangra fucked around with this message at 18:34 on Jun 6, 2016 |
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Jun 5, 2016 01:00
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I'm inclined to agree with Mother here, but I do like his new outfit.
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Kids committing suicide under the pressure to succeed is not unheard of, Rosa has some serious poo poo going on in her head as a result of whatever her life has been like so far, so of course Mother is going to be cynical as all hell. Towards everything. I say trust in Guilleme and see where this goes. It's better than being kicked out and back on the streets, right?
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Even if Guilleme had nothing to do with Catherine's death, he's just as untrustworthy as most people and could hurt Rosa some other way. I see no reason to break our cynical streak for his sake.
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Remember the fear, and remember the boss is always right, until he has always been wrong.
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If boss is a murderer it's not like Rosa has anywhere to go. Just believe him. You know. She was way too chipper to just off herself, I mean it happens but... I wouldn't be surprised if someone jealous, or Rosa did it. I thought that was actually a flashback to how Rosa's mother died. This is a lot worse, since the assumption was always Rosa's mother was disturbed. Anyway, we should stick with Guilleme even if he is a murderer, though if he is we'll probably have to resort to advanced relationship strategies, including possibly marrying and murdering him. Trust love interest/provider. RA Rx fucked around with this message at 14:50 on Jun 7, 2016 |
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