Chapter Forty Five: Bringing Up Old Times.
Francesca felt her toothache was much better the following morning. When she came down for breakfast, Attie had taken a steak for herself and put out pancakes for Francesca. Hera had already eaten and was talking to Attie.
"As I was saying, Attie," Hera said, "I'll compose a few snippets of music for a new game project I'm making with Francesca, involving some of our old characters. So the story's mostly Francesca's idea."
"Oh really?" said Attie. "If that's the case, maybe Francesca can tell me all about it."
Francesca told her cousin about her plan for the Mechanical Armageddon. "You know Demoliri, right? The executioner girl who lost the Freedom Heart? This time, she'll retrieve it, while beating back the supervillains, the Mechanical Armageddon is her redemption."
"That's what the last storyline was before the admins of our roleplaying group gave up. I wanted to tidy up the loose ends."
"By the way, nobody's going to read a story where the heroes win, nobody wants a straightforward superhero victory anymore," Attie said. "Just my advice, cause so many people hated your character for what she did in the roleplay and won't read about her redemption if you post it."
"Oh shut up!" Francesca said peevishly. "It's been three years since the group broke up because Isabel got angry with the villain fans and asked you to quit. So it's your fault the SuperHeroQuest roleplay disbanded, not mine!"
Attie growled and turned away to look at her steak. Hera said, "It's not our fault that the company gave up on SuperHeroQuest as a game, though."
"If anyone actually likes stories where the heroes win and redeem themselves, I'll take my words back," Attie said. "Before then, I say the Mechanical Armageddon sounds like a stupid idea and a shill for your character."
"Fine! Be that way!" Francesca said, losing her patience with her cousin. "How did you end up as cynical as your mean old mother? Nasty old grump complaining about everything!"
"You're another complainer! Wanting everything to be happy go lucky! You're not a Disney character and real life isn't a Disney musical!"
Hera didn't like where this was going, so she excused herself and went into her room to hide.
After an hour, Hera looked out of her room. Francesca and Attie weren't in the living room. Isabel was there instead. "Where's your twin?" Hera asked.
"Upstairs in our room. She's quite angry with Fran."
"I wish I hadn't brought the matter up, the one about our failed roleplaying group."
"If anything, it's everyone's fault, not just one person," Isabel said. "The blame goes both ways."
"Still, do you think it's really fair for the admins to claim they couldn't spare resources to support SuperHeroQuest, and yet have the time and cash to stuff everything into CelebQuest?"
"So Fran told you, huh?" Isabel said. "I don't think it's fair, personally, but sometimes companies just have to follow the trends. It could bite them in the rear sooner or later."
"Especially with Marvel's Chibi Squad coming up," Hera said. "So super deformed characters are no excuse to dump a game. Still, I'd like to get my mind off that and on some music. Want me to teach you some violin playing?"
Isabel agreed and picked up the violin. Hera stood closer to Isabel to see what she was doing.
Isabel tried that. Squeak squeak squeak. Hera started thinking of mice and men, Gauls and cacophony.
|Hera groaned and grumbled.|
|"Your playing sucks!"|
"I didn't mean that, I meant that your playing is so bad, you need more lessons, and..."
Isabel snorted loudly and stormed off, just like her twin after breakfast. Hera shook her head. "What on earth have I done?" she asked herself.
Next chapter: Apologies.