Three Houses Supports/Claude Annette
C Support
Annette: --Creepity creep...--
Claude: Huh?
Annette: --Living in a land that's dark
and blinded by the frigid cold...
Creeping through the loneliness for
ages untold...--
--In your heart you're desperate for the
sweet embrace of light... Pushing
through and crawling with all of your
might...--
-- HERE! Creepy creepy creepity creep...
NOW! Creepy creepy creepity creep...--
Claude: ...
Annette: --Creepity creep... --
Oh! Claude! You weren't, uh...watching
me, were you?
Claude: I saw the whole ritual, yes.
You have a gift, Annette. I could watch
that all day. In fact... I just might.
Annette: Claude! Ugh. Can you
please...forget you saw that?
I was just making up a silly song to
pass the time while watering the
plants.
Claude: Sure, sure, it can be my secret
serenade, if you so please. But tell
me... You were born in Faerghus, right?
Annette: Yes, that's right.
Claude: I thought so. You're really
talented, you know. It's been a while
since I heard a song like that. One
that stirs me to my very soul.
Annette: Soul stirring? My creepity
creep song? I think that's a bit of an
exaggeration...
Claude: I never, ever exaggerate. In
fact, it reminded me of rituals we have
back where I grew up.
We'd gather around a blazing fire and
spend the whole night caught up in song
and dance. Not unlike what you just
demonstrated.
Really, the dance I'm thinking of is
exactly like the one you just did. We'd
scream like beasts and then jump up and
roll around. It's freeing, isn't it?
Annette: Scream? Like a beast? That is
not what I was doing. And...and what's
this weird ritual you're talking about?
Claude: Even better than your angelic
voice were your lyrics. I can't even
begin to fathom the deep meaning they
contain, but maybe if we talk about
it...
Annette: Deep meaning? No... Just...
No.
Claude: Oh, I get it. It's the sort of
thing you have to figure out for
yourself. OK, don't tell me. Give me
time. I'll work it out.
Annette: Work what out?
Claude: Oh... Have you already watered
the plants? Sorry, I'm just realizing
it was supposed to be my turn this
week.
Annette: Ah, no, it's fine. Really.
Claude: OK, see you later then.
--Creepity creeeep...--
Annette: He is not gonna let this go,
is he...
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Claude: Hi, Annette. Looks like some tasty food you've got there. Mind if I join you?
Annette: Sure, but I'm finished eating.
You're here late. Busy day?
Claude: Very. I got caught up thinking
about your song. I find it really makes
the time fly.
Annette: So you didn't manage to forget
about that. I really wish you would.
Claude: Alas, I cannot! That song is
engraved on my soul. The lyrics...they
echo in my brain, begging to be
understood.
Those words represent the cry of a
poor soul who died in anguish...
Annette: Is that it? That's it, isn't it? The cry...of a poor soul?
Claude: A land that's dark and frigidly
cold... That could only mean the
underworld.
In my search for truth, I read up on
the old rituals of the eastern regions
of Faerghus.
Those who die with regret are thought
to end up in an underworld of sorts.
Somewhere cold. Somewhere dark.
Somewhere...creepy.
To escape from their bitter limbo,
they dig their way up through the
earth, trying to find the surface... or
the light, in other words.
And so they creep about endlessly in
the cold dirt of the underworld,
clinging to their hopeless desire...
Creepity creep, Annette. Creepity
creep.
Annette: Eh...
Claude: So? Was I right or was I right?
Annette: What? No! You're not even
close! It wasn't supposed to be a dark
and miserable song at all.
Claude: Huh. Now that I think about
it...the melody and dance didn't really
match the weight of the lyrics.
Annette: The lyrics are simply about
seeds pushing out of the ground to
become sweet, little buds.
They creep through the dirt until they
find the light! The song just describes
what it's like to be a budding flower.
Claude: Damn. That is good stuff. OK,
maybe I read too much into it.
Actually, now that you've explained, it
really is a nice little song.
Creepity creep... The gentle journey
from the ground to the surface. I love
it.
Annette: Do you...think it's
embarrassing that I made up such a
silly song?
Claude: Not at all. Oh! But that
reminds me. I was so inspired by
Creepity Creep that I made up some
lyrics of my own.
I've been nonchalantly carrying them
around with me hoping to run into you.
Would you mind taking a look?
Annette: Oh, of course! Let's see
here...
--Walking with purpose and a steady
stride... Lively and bright and full of
pride...--
--Crying, laughing, and blazing ahead...
Why worry 'bout tomorrow? Let's eat
instead...--
So, uh... What would you say this song
is about, Claude?
Claude: Oh, Annette. Sweet Annette.
This time it's your turn to decipher
its meaning. Let me know when you've
figured it out!
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Annette: Hey, Claude! I think I've worked out what your lyrics mean! Care to hear me out?
Claude: Huh? Sure! So, you managed to
work through the labyrinth of my
melodic poetry, then?
Annette: I did! You were writing about
yourself, right?
About how you just keep moving
forward, no matter what difficulties
you encounter.
We've got this, we did it, now let's
eat. That kind of thing. Am I right?
Claude: Hey, that's pretty close for
being completely wrong. It's actually
not about me.
It's about you, Annette. It's a song
about your single-minded march through
life.
Annette: It's about...me?!
Claude: Of course! You know, about how
you mess up and make a big fuss about
stuff sometimes, but you're always
looking ahead and striving.
I just wanted to capture your
pleasant, fidgety, fussy nature in a
song.
Annette: Haha, I see! I'm flattered...I
think? Actually, I can't really tell if
you're saying something nice or not...
Claude: Of course I'm saying something
nice! I'm so happy I get to be friends
with someone like you.
Everyone's really uplifted by your
cheerful attitude, your refusal to give
up, and that boisterous nature of
yours.
Annette: Boisterous... That's
definitely not a compliment. Still...
Thank you, Claude.
I'm really pleased that you thought so
hard about me and wrote a neat song
like that.
You know, what this song really needs
is a nice little dance to go with it...
Claude: I couldn't agree more! And once
you've finished, you should perform it
for everyone. You're a fine dancer,
after all!
Annette: Nope! Not happening! I'm
afraid my dances are not for public
consumption.
It will have to suffice that I let you
see it.
Claude: You drive a hard bargain. And
if this performance is just for me,
maybe I can coax you into letting me
hear some of your other songs?
Annette: I suppose there are a few
others I could maybe share. Like my
bear song! Or my dungeon song! Ooh! Or
the waltz of the swamp beasties!
I have never been more on board with
anything in my entire life!
Oh, they're all just silly songs... I
don't know that they're anything worth
being excited about.
Claude: I'll be the judge of that, and
I can tell just by their descriptions
that I'm right to be excited.
Annette: Well! I guess I have no
choice. I'm making an exception just
for you, Claude.
Claude: I'm honored to be the
exception, as well as your number one
fan!
