A Path to Gold: The Alchimia Immortal Dynasty (Latest Update: 12/9/14)

[Tilia]

Ah Ferrus.   Teen angst hurts, but don't take it out on your mom.

In other news, what is the "throw the ducky" interaction?  I've never seen that one.

[Deme]

@ Honeylamb: It's certainly possible! Diane's looking out for what she thinks is best for everyone based on what they want... But what a person that young wants isn't fixed. So...Who knows what the future holds?

@ Tilia: The interaction is a "stimulus-response test." I have no idea where Aurum got it from, but I love it to pieces. There's even some bits of it I, for storyline reasons, didn't show.

[RainBeau]

I missed this update too. So sweet and sad and touching! Very realistic, but again it feels redundant to say anything written by Deme is realistic. I love these characters. They are all sympathetic, fallible, glorious. So human.

[Deme]

Awww, thanks!

Anyway, I did want to apologize for the delays, yet again: I'm getting knocked around by a big ol' flu, and it's only now getting to the point where I can even think about energy for writing. I plan on doing some marathon Sims 3 soon, since it doesn't take a lot of energy to write, and I'll see what I can manage from there.

[Deme]

Finally! I live!

Part 19: Additive Sculpture

I don’t know what to feel. Things got too complicated here, too quickly. Things should be easy. Perfect, with a smooth finish. Well, I guess “Should” is an unfair word. I just…wanted something easy. I guess I can’t get that.
Uh, that’s a little bitter-sounding, isn’t it? I’m sorry. I’m not really bitter, except maybe with myself. I just don’t know what to do about my feelings – everything feels like it’s hanging from a thread, and I’m going to screw it all up (or maybe I already have). Not just with Diane, but with Mom and my work and everything! So I’m going up the wall.

Well, I have a lot of time to think it over by myself in the art room tonight. Diane found herself a date at last. Her name is Janae, and as far as I can tell, she is our only classmate. She and Diane get along well – they’re both natural flirts.

Diane said she wanted to go to the movies with me, but, well, it’s a school night and it was sort of late when she wanted to go out, so I didn’t want to risk getting in trouble. She just sort of sighed and laughed and headed out the door.


I don’t think it was anything serious, but they had a good time. Well, I know it was nothing serious. Diane doesn’t want that sort of relationship.

I mean, she did come home at 3 AM, as expected of Diane. I mean, what if she had been caught by the police? I was so worried!

As for Mom…
I haven’t really had the chance to apologize. Well, it’s not that I think I should have agreed, or that she doesn’t need to step it up as a mother, but – but – I probably went too far.
But she’s been super-invested in her work since then. I’ve never seen her as fired up as she is now. I’ve only seen her going between her study and her lab, a mound of books in-hand – if she’s been eating, I don’t know when. I think it’s been all elixirs and moodlet managers for her for a while.

Dad’s been trying to pull her away for a bit. I…I think he and Darleen are the only people who can even try to do that.  Or…Maybe they’re the only ones who try? I just don’t have anything I can talk to her about.

Anyway, Dad’s methods of drawing her out are kind of useless to anyone else, so.

So.

Um, well, Stan’s been going to school now. He doesn’t have many classmates, but I guess with me roaming the halls, they don’t think he’s an unusual sight.
Uh, I’m still the bottom of the heap. I think it’s just a habit for everyone now. I’m…A little jealous. He’s a lot more normal than me, in a lot of ways. Better with people, that sort of thing. He joined the scouts, to give him something to do.


Mom’s been taking time from her studies to help with homework. He keeps laughing and saying that this way, he’ll never have to pay attention in class again.


Maybe I worry too much. I mean, even Mr. and Mrs. Dreamer are finding some time for each other, and their schedules are very incompatible: when Uncle Darren’s getting home from work , Aunt Darleen’s going to work.
The time they must have together must be very precious.

…And, well, it’s like that with their daughter, too.

Since it’s Spooky Day tomorrow, it’s not a school night! Put it another way, we’ve got plenty of time for a really nice date night.

The local art museum has a really modern feeling, down to the architecture – I’m a bigger fan of classics, but I have to admit, the sheer display of it all, even the careful decisions in the museum’s style of presentation, has left even me impressed!
When someone listens to you ramble about brushstrokes and lighting and the way this creates a solid sense of shape in an otherwise abstract environment, allowing a sense of meaning to come out of the image, when you turn your head and see that, even though you’ve just been rambling like a kid for five minutes, she’s smiling because you’re so happy…How can you not love that?

”You know, though…I bet we’ll blow these guys out of the water. No doubt!”
“You think? I mean, I’m sure you’ll do great things…But my work is still very amateur. I’ve got a long way to go before I’m good enough to show anyone. A proper exhibition…It might be beyond my ability.”
She laughed.

”You? Nah. No way…I think you’re more likely to get what you want than anyone. There’s…A sort of iron determination under all your fretting, you know that? I can tell.”
“You think?” I’m not sure I have any determination, in the end.
”Don’t you go doubting me, Ferrus. One day you’re going to burst out of that mild-mannered Clark Kent shtick, and then we’ll see what Superman’s really about.”
She did a Superman pose. I threatened to open my shirt, Superman-style, to somewhat over-enthusiastic nods and thumbs up...Even a whistle…The pressure was too much.
We laughed at that one, and went to move on to the next painting.


…In a lot of ways, it wasn’t really any different from just hanging around her as a friend, even though it was a date. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, really.

The museum closed before we felt like going home.
”Hey, Aunt Aurum used to tell you a lot about stars, right? There’s a great view tonight... Siddown. Tell me about them.”
She put her arm around my back, tucked herself into my side, leaning into my shoulder. Like a warm embrace.

All I want is this. But…
If someone else tells her better stories about the stars tomorrow, will she have any reason left to come back to watch them with me? It’s not that I even really mind her seeing other people. It’s just…How can I compete? I’m not really good at dating, or stuff like that.


All the same, before we head home, she pulls me in close and says,
”Tonight was fun. We should do this during the weekend, too. It’s too cold for your beach –“
‘It’s…sort of really more meant to be your beach.’ Is what I don’t say.
”But I think there’s another museum on the dead lake side of town, so we should go there.”
“Yeah, we should. I…Had a wonderful time tonight.”
 


If I could shut up my own head, I’m sure I could be happy.
Ferrus really steals much of my good analysis of Ferrus. Curse him, but he’s ultimately right about himself: his biggest obstacle and his worst enemy is the convoluted maze of his own thoughts.


We go home. Since we used the Moodlet Manager earlier, it’s not like we’re tired. Diane wants to try out sculpting, so I set her up on Dad’s station and we got to work.

Ferrus’s form is…certainly unique, isn’t it? I wonder if the young witch even noticed that he’d passed through solid matter.
The mysteries of the Alchimia household are stunning, even to a scholar like myself.

In the meanwhile, Aurum’s attempts to help Ferrus out were being met with frustration. It wasn’t just that she wasn’t entirely sure what he wanted, but that the means to do so were evading her. In the end, she was trying to reverse-engineer her own properties, all on her own. It must have been a difficult struggle, and after days of attempts, she finally snapped.

She snapped and decided to take her family to a festival to clear her head.

I’m not sure whose idea it was, but somehow, we all ended up going out to the festival for the day.

Mom decided to go try out the Haunted House, first. Diane was right behind, but…No way were you getting me in there! Absolutely not!

Aurum reported the Haunted House to be deeply disappointing, and not at all an opportunity to see ghosts without removing them from their locations. In fact, some of them were just clear tricks involving the properties of substances like dry ice.

While the Dreamers (well, the adult Dreamers) enjoyed  some apple-bobbing… (my dad was getting his face painted. What a kid).


And my brother and I had a pie-eating contest.

I’m glad to spend the time with him…But that boy’s a demon when it comes to food.
”All the pie we can eat! This is the best, bro!”
…He was still saying that 3 pies in. I…I don’t know how.

I ate way too much pie. I didn’t even know that was possible…

After I’d cleaned up and put my costume on, Dad came over to talk to me.

”Hey, Ferrus. I…hear you’ve been having a rough time lately.”
Oh. He’s gonna chew me out about Mom, isn’t he?
“It’s…really mostly self-inflicted.”
”Yeah, that’s right.” He laughed. Not at me, just…you know. In general. ”And I thought, I’d, you know, do my dadly duty and maybe try and offer some hard-earned advice. You know, before we go pumpkin-carving and so on.”
“…Well, if you’ve got some, I’ll listen.”
He smiles and pats my back.
”Things aren’t perfect.”
…I’m waiting for the advice part of this.
”Things aren’t perfect, love isn’t perfect, the people you love aren’t perfect. They never will be. But… That’s OK. Ok? You’ve gotta, well, learn to let things go. Like, your mom. It was really hard, getting to a place where I understood her. But…Because I did, I found a wonderful life. Because she’s not perfect, because I’m not perfect, I found things I never believed existed in me. Because our lives weren’t ever perfect, they got *better.*
…Something like that, anyway. Forgive a little. Relax a little, even just one bit at a time. Go with the flow, kiddo.”
Blithely saying ‘learn to let things go’….Is that something I can do? But… I also think…He might be right. About forgiving, I mean.

”And, hey, Ferrus. That goes for you, too. You don’t have to be perfect, either.”
Pretty sage words, from a guy in clown make-up.


It was a really nice day.
I…I’ll try to take all of it to heart. I’ll try harder, too.

[Shewolf13]

Awwww!  That was all just so sweet!  I absolutely love Ferrus.  I do.  And the talk his dad gave him was just too cute!

[Rhoxi]

Yes, a little clown make-up solves wonders! Hehe. It's cute to see Jaycen all "grown up" and giving some fatherly advise. Ferrus really is a sweetie. I think it'll be fun to watch him grow out of his shell and learn to live it up a little.

[Deme]

You know, I'm thinking I might want, once the next major stretch of story begins about a part or two from now, to make these parts smaller.

Part 20: Chrysopoeia


^{From the personal records of Aurum Alchimia}

Tonight begins the final wave of birthdays for all but the children; from here on forth, the flow of time will seize us all, to the last... Though no one really thought of it that way but I.

For him, it was a final choosing of wardrobe, a picking of patterns, mulling over the apparently rather limited selection of garments. Well, I’ll likely keep to my work apron, so it hardly matters.

And a chance to retire, with all the family around to applaud him.

For me…It was a time to mobilize. Our pond has not borne sufficient supplies of Deathfish to make up for investing in it; it appears that the fish in my possession currently is all of our stock. This will not stand.

I have named her Phosphorus. I am currently working on creating a supply of clones to act both as supplies and breeding stock. Of course, the nature of sexual reproduction is such that two clones cannot breed in my fishtank. However, something as meek and mild as genetics cannot stand before my alchemy!
And that’s the story of why the Alchimias have the world’s most inbred deathfish. They’re beyond inbred. They only have a single set of genes, every last one of them. This is one of those ideas only Aurum would concoct.

Her notes once again take the form of a series of symbols and metaphors and something about flowers and moons and so on… It doesn’t return to text properly for another 5 pages.

In the end, I cloned 3 fish from Phosphorus: my two to breed in the fishtank (…I need to expand my laboratory, or bring some supplies into my study), and one…For a final act.

I cannot count on him having time forever, though, certainly he’d manage until then…I’d like to be certain. So I told him the time had come to prepare it: that sacred dish, golden as the sun, sweet as heaven and bitter as infinity. The thing that awaited me, at the end of my journey.

Ambrosia, food of gods.
A long time ago, I asked Darren to learn this recipe. I’d have rather done it myself – at the end of the day, I would have wished to do it all by myself, to be accountable only to myself, to rely only on myself… But this arrogance is something that the ritual of ambrosia is meant to strip away.
And…One of my descendants may well feel themselves drawn to cookery, as I am not. Father used to cook our meals. We’d sit in our cottage – I was completed in the winter, and the snow fell softly on the pines outside the window, as he explained a new theory…
…That little mountain cottage is so far away now. Are you far away, too, father? 
Anyway, we have a device that can store food, enough of it that one day, my descendants will complete this task.


I managed to reaffirm my friendship with Lina Lancaster as well as acquire a genetic sample; I am interested in seeing her genetic structure. Perhaps I will be able to preserve it for the future in this manner.



Ferrus and Diane go on a date to see a movie, but before either of them can make the best move, it’s all ruined by curfew.

Both of them wanted a kiss – but they spent too long, trying to set the mood, to make the first move. Had Diane tried the ol’ reach-around a minute sooner, had they not spent a moment laughing at the triteness of the romantic comedy…Perhaps something would have changed the course of history.
Diane was furious.
Ferrus…Had a lot on his mind.



”Mom…Listen. I’ve kind of, well, I’ve been meaning to say it, I just didn’t know exactly how to, but… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, I just – No, I shouldn’t make excuses. I’m sorry. I said some pretty harsh things.”
I was touched; I had expected no apology, having done naught to earn it, yet. I’m still working on trying to help him, though my preoccupations with immortality are more pressing.

“You deserve an apology, as well. I…do not always understand what you do. I do not understand your feelings,” I tell him. “I do not know what ‘normal people’ are truly like. But…I respect your desires, all the same. I will assist you in any way I can, with all my art can bring to bear.
…Because you are my precious son, who will endure with me through eternity.”


”…Mom, have you not been mentioning something important again? Like that gold thing?” He asks, a worried look spreading over his face. It occurs to me that it would be very easy for my son to think I was mad; I have taught him in matters of my craft poorly, out of my wish to preserve it.


“Yes.” I explain everything to him then. I explain that, as an alchemist, eternal life – no, more than eternal life, but perfected life, life honed to a golden point, life lived and understood and felt to the bones – has always been my goal. Reuniting with my father has always been my goal. I believe them both possible…But also that I simply cannot do it alone. How I must guide 7 of my own descendants down this path, because I believe that is the finest possibly road to my elixir.

”…Stan will die.” Ferrus pointed out, with wide, frightened eyes and a hollow voice.”…Diane will die. And Dad. And everyone…”
“…But the eight of us. Yes.”
”My grandfather could die, too. You don’t even know he’s alive. Or I might screw this up, right? It might all be meaningless.”
What Aurum said next blew him away. It landed in his core like a sudden bolt of lightning.

“That is absolutely impossible. I have nothing, if not absolute faith in my family, sure as the stars. In my father…And in you.”

Her voice was so calm – it was so often calm it had often felt distant. But now, it sounded like calm, cold certainty of marble. He weighed in then – the infinite time he could have, to perfect his art. To be better than he had been – to be worthy of that faith, to be worthy of that love… To see all his weaknesses carved away, finding something perfect that was always there, under the clay.
And the price, wonderful and horrible.
And his mother’s voice, unyielding as law, and all the things it said to him.

”…I…I know you didn’t ask me, but…I’m in. I think I like this plan.”
“Excellent! Now, to further my studies, would you consider donating a small –“
”Mom, don’t fight the moment. I…Have something way more important to do.”


So he and Diane go out again, at Ferrus’ request. They ride his balloon across town, basking in the glow of sunset. His heart pounds, and the words of his father, the certainty of his mother repeat in his head. His hands tremble.
She points out the principal’s car and spits at it. That’s not exactly irrelevant to our story, but is very much the sort of thing he was kind of horrified and secretly impressed by.
When they land, they end up talking a bit. Casual things, fun things, things about the sunset and the town from above…
He begins to fumble, to lose his nerve. He pulled out what he’d brought with them.


”I-I couldn’t find anything really unusual, but…Well, it’s their natural color, and…Here. For you.”
”Flowers, really?! Not many people’d expect I’d like something like this!”
He hadn’t expected it, either.  But perhaps he understands her happy smile, her sudden shy blush, more than anyone:  that her heart was the heart of a romantic, something desperately followed and always seeking.

”Aw, Ferrus. That’s  really romantic, you know that? There’s hope for you yet, being a smooth romantic like that …I love them.”
And then he gets down to it, to the heart of the matter. He feels that if he couldn’t say it right then, imperfect as their relationship might be, imperfect as he is…He would never say it.

If he stood still right then, he could never move forward again.

”L-listen, Diane, about…About all this. “
She nearly flinches; he sees it by the way the light gleamed from her eyes. She nearly looks like she’s about to be struck, something’s about to be taken from her. But she braces, ready. If someone hurt her heart, she’d fight tooth and nail back. Even against him. That was the sort of woman she is.

”…It’s Ok.” Her guard drops then, with no idea of what is coming next. ”Even if you see other people, even if you love other people more than me…None of that matters to me anymore. Even if you can’t commit, even if you don’t want to commit, I will. I’ll commit to this: Love who you want, free as you want. Be loved by whomever you like.
…Because no matter what, none of them will love you more than I do right now. “


Those words on his tongue, he kisses her.

I was thinking about love. It’s a powerful, unexpected things…Certainly, I haven’t been able quantify it, only document the causes and effects of my heart.

As I snuggle close against the coming winter, I’m not just thinking about my husband, who will kiss me in one moment and tickle me the next…I’m thinking of my son and Diane, out there in the cold darkness tonight.
They’ll be alright. If I could find love, I’m sure my son will be able to seize his intended happiness, and see it all the way through. I’m sure of it.


The time is growing near; perhaps because it is all still so very brief, Quicksilver has been spending more of his time with me. He offers me little presents, his prizes from years of long hunting.  I’ll keep them for further study…And to remember my first little friend by.


Reinspired, Diane completes her study of painting.  She’s been…rather re-inspired, lately.



It’s midnight, and Darleen decided to take matters into her own hands. It’ll be three birthdays today, and she has no intention of joining the chaos.

So she celebrates with a cake on the party porch, in the quiet of the early morning.

Soon after that, she retired from her job; in the end, she was happy to spend her time alone with her husband.

She did, at least, manage to avoid the rush for the mirror and dresser:
There were two more birthdays within the day… And Aurum’s final birthday the day after that.

[Shewolf13]

Aw!  I loved the moment with Ferrus and his mom, where she said she had complete faith in him ^^

[Hallucination]

Awwww! That whole chapter was just... AWWW!!! 

[RaiaDraconis]

It has been challenging, reading these last few chapters, to find the words to adequately quantify how amazing they are. The argument between Ferrus and his mother was heart-wrenching, but the apology was beautiful. Ferrus has turned into a bit of a romantic with Diane, hasn't he? Though...I am left to wonder what was meant by the words "Perhaps something would have changed the course of history."

I suppose we must wait and see.

And thus begins the inevitable denouement of the mortals' lives. It is bittersweet, knowing that Darren and Darleen's days are numbered...and so too are Jaycen's.

Excellent...touching...and beautiful.

[redmare]

So glad to see you back! You put in so much detail, story, and backstory that sometimes I forget this is an immortal dynasty. I love it!

[Deme]

I d'awwed when writing it, so that seems to have worked!

It has been challenging, reading these last few chapters, to find the words to adequately quantify how amazing they are. The argument between Ferrus and his mother was heart-wrenching, but the apology was beautiful. Ferrus has turned into a bit of a romantic with Diane, hasn't he? Though...I am left to wonder what was meant by the words "Perhaps something would have changed the course of history."

I suppose we must wait and see.

And thus begins the inevitable denouement of the mortals' lives. It is bittersweet, knowing that Darren and Darleen's days are numbered...and so too are Jaycen's.

The non-spoilery answers is that it means "Maybe if this hadn't happened, things would have been different from the way they went." What 'the way they went' is...Well, that's the spoilery answer. I guess he could have said it about anything, though maybe less effectively, but our editor has some opinion about the artful placing of dramatics.

I get a little heavy-hearted thinking about all our poor various mortals, approaching the end of days. That said, the cat and dog have been basically living forever, so we'll see how long this phase lasts.

So glad to see you back! You put in so much detail, story, and backstory that sometimes I forget this is an immortal dynasty. I love it!

I sometimes forget it myself. I tend to play pretty slowly, so the big picture is easily lost. That said, there's a nice reminder coming at the end of the next part.
Which is also the end of the First Chapter.

[Deme]

Speaking of which...

Part 21: Chrysopoeia


Let me be entirely honest with everyone: This is a very brief, and very essential section, the finale of the first chapter of the story of the Alchimias. However, there are ultimately not many events to speak of, outside the big ones.
So before we begin, I wanted you all to have a pair of little moments from the family album: there’s no real story, no real context.


In many ways, time is the most essential thing to an undertaking of this nature: fighting time, racing against time, waiting for time to pass, trying to get a little more time with someone… You’d think people who become immortal are free from the passage of time, but I think they’re mistaken. They’re maybe more slaves of it to anyone.

So I wanted to show these little moments, where two people are, in the face of all of this, timeless. If only to each other.
I wanted us all to remember that.


^{From the Personal Records of Aurum Alchimia}


Tonight, while I was working, Stannum had a ceremony for the local outdoor children’s activity group that he’s been attending. Since he was leaving elementary school, attending such an event would act as a sort of farewell amongst his friends.

My observations hold that the difficulties Ferrus encountered at that age, whatever they may have been (and, I think, still are), were never encountered by Stannum. I inquired about this during one of our evening study sessions, to which he responded,
”Trouble? Some of the guys tried to give me some flack, but I just laughed them off and set ‘em straight. Bro just can’t keep his cool and lets them run all over him.”
What an enigmatic answer. The young are very mysterious.
Regardless, Stannum is fairly well-respected among his peers, so the farewell was well-meant.


And well-timed, as the time for birthdays came upon him the moment he left.

And on Jaycen as well; they both aged with rather unfortunate hair.


Which needed quick righting. His features seem more masculine than his brother’s; I think he takes after his father more in some ways, though the size and shape of his eyes is more mine than his. Regardless, he’s a Friendly young man.

I did not achieve full documentation of his wardrobe, sadly, though he did seem to prefer clothing with a bit of ‘edge’ to it, all in light sea tones.


Jaycen’s wardrobe has a number of whimsical touches. In many ways, he’s not the same person I met: he’s grown so much, into such a loving and responsible man…
But there are many things that have not changed. I hope they never do. He will always be my man in white.

The evening passed quietly. We were all waiting, holding our breath, whether we knew it or not. Because there was, in the end, only one thing worth waiting for.

My birthday. I wished for the success of the future, I wished to continue my studies for a lot time to come… But I’m a woman of science. I know there’s no magic to extinguishing candles, though their remarkable effect on the advancing of the aging process, properly-timed, still needs to be studied. Next time, I will document it more thoroughly. I’ll need a stop-watch.


Also, I will need to get out my electroplating equipment to rejuvenate the pigmentation in my hair. The aging sparkles interacted with it in an unusual way. The effect is not unlike oxidation. Maybe I should use a metal polish instead?
I will experiment.


As a result, it rather took some time to assemble my wardrobe. In deference to Jaycen’s pestering (”Oh, come on, Babe! You always look so good when you’re not dressed for work!”), I acquired both a swimsuit and an outfit for non-laboratory function.
In the end, my appearance didn’t change as much as I was expecting. I suppose that, too, is worth documenting. It is perhaps not my most attractive traits that continued on, but that is, I suppose, a matter both irrelevant and vain.
I have little time for such musings, however.


I stand and receive my final portraits. The household artists – the men and woman of ‘my generation,’ my precious friends… The people I brought together here, as comrades and aides – examine me as they would. I have made it clear that these are the final portraits of myself I will require. They will stand, a testament of their kindness, for all eternity.

I will make sure of that.

At last, it’s all assembled. Everything’s done; nothing is left wanting. In that room stands a record of my life on my own…In honesty, if one goes only by life stages, it stands as all there is. It never changed much: I have never changed much.
And yet…The subtle touches, here and there. The unease fading into certainty, the growth of my family, implied by the progress of photographs; the work of my studies, laid before me or behind me…
My base substance has not changed. But I feel in my progression, I am purer now than I was then. I’ve found companionship, suitable for remembering through all history. I’ve experienced things I could not have predicted. I’ve achieved the pinnacle of alchemy.


I am ready.

What does it mean, to have one’s soul purified? I do not believe I am there yet: otherwise, this rite would not need to be continued for 7 descendants. But I have gone as far as I can in a sim lifetime, perhaps. Had I chosen a better path, perhaps I would be done now. Perhaps I would be pure, truly pure, as the Philosopher’s Stone, as Alchemical Gold…But I’ve done what I thought best.


The ambrosia is sweeter than any elixir. Life and Death are sweet, brought together, used to strip clean and rejuvenate in their turns. I know the waves of energy that swoop through me: In my vials and my crucibles, I’ve seen them, felt them working under my hands. The burning collapse. The washing clean. The dawning of light, rippling gold and light through. The warm red of the metal, pinging in the cool air, at last whole and pure.
They’ve been ingrained so many times: now, on my tongue, they are a part of me. Woman and metal. Witch and Scientist. The child of philosophy.



Farewell, mortality.
My part is done; all I can do is guide my family down their paths in turn.
I feel so light, and so proud. Is this how you felt, calling me your Magnum Opus, Father? Is this the future you foresaw for me? ...I am worthy of that, at last.

What a wonderful, golden feeling.

And So Ends the First Chapter of the Story of the Alchimias and their Immortal Dynasty.

Aurum Alchimia, Final Report:

Supermax Skill: Alchemy
Career: Ghost Hunting
Lifetime Wish: Alchemy Artisan
Claimed Best Friends: Darren Dreamer, Darleen Dreamer, Lina Lancaster, Moses Hudson, Yuna Tanner, Richard Irwin
Unique LTR: No Bills Ever, Collection Helper, Moodlet Manager
Black Ops: Help Investigation, Give Presentation, Lettuce Help Out, Ingredient Ripe for the Eating, Settle an Argument, Alchemic Mastery
Business and Property Gypsy Caravan, Rio Vista Park and Playground
Portraits: Young Adult, Adult, Elder
Sculptures: Young Adult, Adult, Elder
Photographs: Young Adult, Adult, Elder

Confirmed Immortal

[RainBeau]

Well done! Congratulations! And very characteristically reflective. Nice. Stannum is handsome! I loved his casual response. He reminds me very much of a friend of my little brother's.