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unparalleledfocus · 4 months

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It's been a week since the release of the Octopath × Another Eden crossover! Here are my mini-reviews of their plots, which means spoilers for the crossover (none for the Octopath games as far as I could tell). I'll go in Octopath's (technically) chronological order so it'll be CotC, then OT, then OT 2.

I hope you enjoy!

tldr: It was nice :)

Future - Dressed in Fame (Tithi, Nicola + Suzette)

Can't believe they took two people from a fantasy renaissance era and made them a tiktok dancer and a video essayist youtuber.

Granted it was in a simulation to try and create an algorithm for harvesting fame but even after stopping that these two still wanted to actually become streamers/youtubers with their new friend.

A very fun story! Tithi and Nicola and Aldo being unfamiliar about about the modern times and video technology and things like that ends up with some silly moments where they just stop and ask "What does this even mean???".

Shout out to Nicola for being the "brains" of the group and also referencing her Thief job by stealthily stealing the cursed ring. Very cool.

Present - Some Small Power (Cyrus, Olberic, H'aanit + Shion)

My favorite! The final boss is also technically not the main villain himself but a poor animal he ends up controlling.

I really liked how this story incorporated Olberic and H'aanit. Olberic's stance on fighting to protect the peace and H'annit's on how nature must be respected but also cared for are well done and I liked it a lot! Cyrus is Cyrus, he's very silly and I love him. Shion didn't show up much but it was nice to see him when he did.

Also I like how it ties into the Octopath novel and minor lore a bit! It's just small bits like the year and Cyrus' dynamic with H'aanit as far as I could tell but it was lovely to see!

Also I really like this moment from the very beginning of this story:

Olberic: ...Did that person just appear out of thin air?

Cyrus: I'd say it was more like a distortion of some sort. That solves the mystery of how we came to be here, then.

H'aanit: It most certainly doth not!

Antiquity - The Sickness Wealth Brings (Partitio, Castti, Temenos + Shanie)

Partitio once again woke up and chose violence because of someone's abhorrent actions

And even after the boss battle, when the villain ends up with amnesia after loosing his cursed ring, Partitio goes "Great, you're back to normal! I'm still holding you accountable for all of this."

Nothing much to say here really. Solid story, solid characterization, Shanie and Castti's friendship was cute and I really liked Temenos here.

Journey's End (Final Chapter)

They called a dungeon "Journey's End" and it has an abandoned train stop theme. Absolute peak.

Can't believe I encountered another character who played a false role for decades to hopefully save people from a tragic fate and couldn't reveal the truth. I'm bummed Odysso never got to see his sister again and that he passed away when his mission was complete, but at least he left his finished journal for his old friend and Aldo and was able to move on more-or-less peacefully. The toast Aldo and the friend made in Odysso's name also hurt my heart. Heartbreaking, bittersweet and a nice conclusion to the story.

#I have many problems with Octopath CotC and some with Another Eden as well so I'm very happy with how Octolight Conductors ended up!#If you play Another Eden but haven't played the crossover or the Octopath games please do!#octopath traveler #octopath traveler 2 #octopath cotc #another eden

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thebathatter · 2 years

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Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: Vita Corleone tries to enjoy one night of freedom at the Eden Club while in London, turns out the family business seems to follows her everywhere she goes, which leave her at the receiving end of cold blue eyes.

Authors Note: This all started because I watched the Godfather while in my hyper-fixation fog of Peaky Blinders. This is my first time writing a work like this ever so please feel free to give me all the feedback and comments I really appreciate it (just don’t be mean I’m sensitive). Yeah, I named my OC Vita Corleone because well, fathers name their sons after them all the time so why not? Also my Italian is not the best so if I got something wrong please forgive me I checked but I’m only human. I might make this a series idk yet Uni is eating me alive. Nevertheless Enjoy!

Warnings: Cannon typical violence, language, suggestive themes. Period typical views of the early 1900s.

London 1922

The night is dreary and cold and the streetlights glow like fireflies along the pavement. They can hear the rambling screams and hollers of guys and gals who have gone a little too over the edge with alcohol as they walk towards their destination.

“Signorina, your father gave strict instructions to not go out after dark….” Aldo starts

“Alone, Aldo. My father said not to go out after dark alone. I am not alone, am I? You and Enzo are with me.” Vita turns to them with a sweet smile, stopping in her tracks, she sees her two shadows look at each other hesitantly before turning back to her.

“Anyway, it’s not like we are going anywhere dangerous I just want to hear some music” she turns and quickens the pace when she sees the entry of the Eden Club.

Eden, just like paradise, a night in paradise would do her good. England was far from paradise but it wasn't home. New York City, her beautiful gilded cage where the shadow of her father and brothers loomed ever present wherever she went, handling her like a delicate doll one keeps on the shelf yet is never played with leaving her to gather dust and look pretty for the rest of her days. Not tonight though, after all this was London and convincing her namesake to let her accompany her brother Tom here with the excuse of sightseeing and shopping was no small feat.

Darby Sabini might be an angry little man, but he did say his clubs were the best in town and if Vita had to be in dark and depressing London, she would make the most of it.

They manage to get to the entrance evading drunkards left and right. Vita simply moves to walk in when the big man standing at the door blocks her way and raises an eyebrow at her. She sighs and looks back at Enzo.

“Signorina Corleone would like to hear some music tonight” Enzo demands politely to the gentlemen whose stoic face turns nervous as he stumbles “Signorina! Welcome to the Eden Club” he snaps his fingers and a man dressed in a suit with a pale gold vest appears.

“Signorina Corleone it’s a pleasure to have you here. My name is Mario and if you need anything don’t hesitate to ask. Signor Sabini will be glad you chose to drink in our establishment”

“Thank you Mario I will” she responds politely as he motions for another waiter to take them inside

Vita makes a move to follow him as they enter the club, and she can’t help the gasp that passes her carefully rouged lips. The scene before was unlike the speakeasies she sneaked out to go back home in New York.

It seemed like a bacchanal of sin that would make even the nonbelievers cross themselves in fear. The luxurious couches were littered with entwined bodies of guys and girls, some chatting and flirting, some kissing, some doing way more than just kissing. Entranced by the sight before her Vita keeps walking until she notices a gentleman snorting a line of white powder off a lady’s leg, the girl seemed delighted as she cackled and pushed at his chest.

“Is that Tokyo?” she asks intrigued.

“Yes Signorina, filthy stuff, good for horses if you want them to win though” replied Enzo

“I don’t think your father or Mr. Hagen would approve of you being here….” Aldo nervously started

“Oh, look, he found us a table!” Vita interrupted, grabbing both of their hands and pulling them towards where the waiter was patiently standing across the dancefloor.

“Calm down Aldo, we won't stay long,” she said as she took off her red shawl to sit down “besides this place is interesting, no?”

They sat down and ordered champagne as the band started to play another tune. The rest of the club was covered in white and gold. It screamed Deco and Jazz and the people on the dance floor moved their bodies to the rhythm of the drums and lively trumpet while pretty girls danced on platforms around the whole room.

Their champagne arrived and once she took a big gulp off her glass Vita's eyes wandered to the scene playing at some tables to their right, a man right in the throes of ecstasy was sitting here with his girl with a hand down his pants, a laugh escaped Vita at the absolute shamelessness of it all as she turned to find Aldo’s blushed face and when she followed his line of sight she saw two girls both equally lovely decorated in pearls and feathers gently kissing in each other arms. At this Vita let out a sigh. I should have found a way to come on my own, no fun to be had with extra shadows around but she wasn’t one to look at a gift horse in the mouth.

“Let’s dance Aldo!” she joyfully called and laughed as his face only seemed to get redder

“That is not appropriate Signorina,” Enzo said with finality “It's our job to look after you”

“It is! And I want a dance Enzo, would you rather I dance with one of the gentlemen here?” Vita said defiantly while standing up. Aldo looked at Enzo but he was not budging, unwilling to let his guard down in an unfamiliar place. She slumped down with a sigh of defeat. “Fine but you owe me a dance when we are back in New York you hear me Enzo?”

“Si Signorina,” responded Enzo with one of his rare smiles

Aldo looked somewhat relieved and that took another laugh out of her. She longingly looked at the dancefloor at all the dames and men having their fun. Don Vito Corleone would have a heart attack at the thought of his youngest dancing the Charleston, raising her dress and exposing her knees in front of God and everyone but then again what her Papa does not know will not hurt him. Guess I’ll have to wait until we are back home, she thought as she smiled at the energetic band playing on the elaborate stage.

“Oi Oi put it away!!”

Vita turns her head to the right, finding a man standing above the couple she had seen earlier, he was well dressed wearing a long jacket and a peaked cap, his presence seemed commanding and intimidating, and it reminded her of the many men in her family. The young couple was startled and did not move at first until a thinner man similarly dressed to the first one screamed at them

“Fuck off!!” voice raspy and loud finally getting them to rush out of there with her hand still down his pants.

She laughed quietly or so she thought until the first man looked directly at her. She froze, his eyes were cold as ice and so blue they almost glowed amid the dimmed lights. She quickly gathered herself and raised an eyebrow at him while tilting her chin up as she eyed him up and down, taking him in before making eye contact again and giving him a satisfied smile. She almost missed what looked like a slight shift in his cold eyes, looking almost amused before he sat down at the table along with the tall man from earlier and another man who looked about her age with a toothpick in his mouth.

“Irish whiskey, a bottle!” Blue eyes yelled before sitting down. Gross she thought while sipping the last of her champagne

“Tommy, that's Sabini’s cousin over there, '' the tall man yelled.

“Right Arthur this is Sabini’s club,” Tommy said calmly reclining back on his chair

Vita almost leans over the table as she tries to catch their names amidst the loud music. Their accents sound different than the ones she’s been hearing around London the past couple of weeks.

“Everyone here is a fucking face” the youngest one states

“Just the lieutenants' John! No sign of the officers” Tommy states while looking around and she does the same catching a couple of men sitting a few tables away staring at the new arrivals. She recognized a couple of them from the dinners Tom had dragged her to when they first got to London.

Vita looks at Enzo and Aldo quietly nursing their drinks while engrossed in a conversation about tomorrow’s itinerary with Aldo not so subtly sneaking looks of a pretty girl dancing a couple of feet away. She closes her eyes for a second and listens to the music relishing the small freedoms that come in champagne glasses, jazz, and seeing a pretty face.

“Signorina?” Aldo speaks breaking the spell

“Sorry, Aldo you were saying?” she said, still a little dazed from the champagne.

“We should leave if you feel tired” Enzo added

“Not yet, just a little bit more,” she said looking at the stage “Please’ she added looking back at Enzo who only nodded understandingly. Knowing that once they were back in New York every watchful eye would be back on her, especially after being away for so long.

She looked past Enzo to see a group of men approaching Tommy’s table which seems to be led by Mario from earlier.

“Gentlemen there’s been a mistake I’m afraid you’re going to have to leave” states politely yet firmly. What John replies is lost to the sound of trumpets in the background as she tries her best to continue her eavesdropping, proving to be difficult the louder the music gets. They continue to talk and she can hear something about racetracks and an agreement she starts to understand the situation and when she hears the word ‘provocation’ she gasps. These men and her family have a lot more in common than a simple intimidating presence. Before Vita can think to do anything else a bottle flies above her head and lands directly on their table smashing against the lamp into a million little pieces.

“Peaky Scum!” is yelled before chaos breaks loose.

Aldo and Enzo shoot up their seats at the same time as her and she stumbles backward nearly tripping over when Enzo grabs her arm stabilizing her

“Time to go,” he says as they move to leave a man stumbles across Aldo, turning around and punching him in the face dragging him into the ongoing brawl, meanwhile the band keeps playing. Vita gasps and moves toward him, but Enzo holds her back and moves in front of her shielding her from the brawl as they continue to try to walk towards the exit. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Tommy take his cap off and swing it at the men. The gesture confused her until she saw the man holding his face gushing blood dripping down his hand. What the fuck. She barely finished her thought as another man knocked into them knocking her over making her land roughly landing on the floor, pain shooting up her left side. Enzo retaliates, punching the man unconscious with the unique strength of a former heavyweight, before gently moving to pick her up when a gunshot is heard, effectively shutting everyone up.

The entire club goes quiet and stares at the man on the stage holding a shotgun. “Get Out” he orders but Tommy gets closer to him and calmly replies “Eh you’re gonna use that?” the tense silence continues for a moment before Tommy speaks again “Didn’t think so”

Enzo helps her up “Are you ok? Cut or hurt anywhere?”

“I’m fine” she waves him off as she can feel a bruise forming on her left side “Aldo?”

They spot him a couple of steps ahead a little bruised up but alive he shoots a shy smile before motioning them to keep moving, Enzo puts a hand on her upper back and beckons her to move just before Tommy speaks again this time addressing all the patrons.

“We came here not to make enemies. No, we came here to make new friends” he starts. She motions Enzo to stop suddenly intrigued. She sees the one called John stealing a kiss from a woman while Arthur kicks a man on the floor trying to get up, she scoffs, and all three of the troublemakers walk towards the dancefloor where she is standing. “Those of you who are last will soon be first, and those of you who are downtrodden will rise up. You know where to find us” Tommy finishes his speech, and he turns to leave.

Right at that time an immense amount of anger consumed her. Jesus Christ! Fucking business on the one night I’m supposed to be free of it. She looks down and sees her dress is torn and that seems to be the end of polite listening to underdog speeches.

“Hey!” she yells loudly Enzo looks at her in surprise, confused by her sudden outburst but it's too late to back out now. Tommy turns and looks at her with an unreadable expression which almost makes her stumble but it’s too late to back out now “I don’t know where to find you” she states as it appears all eyes turn to her, no one says anything so she continues “I got to say it's not the first time a pretty face like yours ruined my night but who am I supposed to bill for my dress if I don’t know where to find you” she says looking down at the torn fabric in her thigh causing Tommy to look down, eyes lingering for just one second too long. Her comment seems to draw some chuckles from John who recovers quickly. Enzo and Aldo still look stupefied by her brashness.

Tommy walks towards but she refuses to cower behind Enzo choosing to stand tall as he comes closer. Enzo seems to break out of his trance and circles his arm around her protectively.

Tommy gets close and bends his head just a bit so he can stare directly at her with those cold eyes.

“It seems to me you wish it would’ve been me who tore your dress, love”

His directness shocks her because How fucking dare he she thinks and maybe up to ten minutes ago she would’ve welcomd that comment but that was ten minutes ago and this was now. Enzo looks just about to pounce when she speaks again, this time ignoring the man standing right in front of her for the manager still standing on the stage with a shotgun in hand.

“Mario! Come si chiama?” she asks, the man looks confused for a second before he answers “Shelby, Thomas Shelby Signorina”

“Very well” she looks back at Tommy and his companions with a stoic face before looking back towards the stage.

“Tell Signior Sabini that Vita Corleone sends her regards” she turns making eye contact with Tommy once more “and thanks him for the entertainment tonight” she says before making her move to leave with Enzo and Aldo close behind.

“See you around Mr.Shelby!” she calls back with finality

Once they cross the threshold towards the streets she breathes a sigh of relief. She hears Enzo ordering Aldo to get them a cab which they soon find themselves sitting in as she spots Tommy, Arthur and John exciting the club, Tommy with a bottle of Irish whiskey in his hand. They seem to be laughing and joking around. Not for the first time tonight Tommy looks her way staring at her for a moment before he slyly tips his hat at her. The gesture startles a chuckle out of her but the moment is broken when the car starts and they begin to make their way back to the Ritz.

“No more late-night adventures Signorina,” Enzo says calmly

Back to her golden cage, she goes. “This time I agree with you Enzo'' she says, giving him a smile before looking out the window staring at the blinking street lights as they pass them by. A nagging feeling in her stomach told her that this is not the last she has seen of Tommy Shelby

“Fucking London.”

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