Xenoverse origins / R-007
Crème PuffsOrigin story
The banquet that ate her reputation
She built a dessert taller than common sense. The guests brought both less and more than she expected.
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Placeholder artworkCrème Puffs considered herself an artist whose unfortunate medium required customers. She designed desserts that needed scaffolding and described ordinary bread as an absence of ambition. Her assistants described her differently, usually after checking the pantry door was closed.
Her dark fantasy origin begins at a feast intended to impress the Xenoverse’s most easily impressed guests. It ends in a kitchen, feeding people from chipped bowls. Between those locations stands a tower of cream, a goblin-sized opening, and the sudden discovery that status offers poor protection against falling pastry.
Nothing lowers a person quite like being rescued by the staff they corrected.
From the dossier
Chapter 01
An edible monument to herself
The commission asked for dessert for two hundred. Crème proposed a sugar palace depicting the host’s ancestral home, improved in several places where the actual building lacked taste. It would require three days, eight assistants, and a private room cool enough to discourage happiness. The host approved because the estimate was expensive enough to sound important.
Crème dismissed warnings about the dining hall’s heat. She had delivered smaller towers in warmer rooms. The assistants pointed out that smaller was the operative word. She explained that fear was the enemy of innovation, then sent them back to carrying things. By the final afternoon, the palace possessed balconies, staircases, and a central dome filled with whipped cream. It also possessed a slight lean that she called perspective. The kitchen porter called it gravity. Their disagreement would shortly receive an impartial judgment, delivered with considerable force and no respect for either vocabulary.
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The guests beneath the table
The feast began late. Fires burned too brightly. Musicians crowded one corner, servants another, and the sugar palace waited under a cloth while its structural integrity reconsidered the contract. Crème stood beside it accepting compliments for work nobody had seen. She preferred this phase of an exhibition. Facts had not yet become involved.
Beneath the service table, goblins discovered the trail of dropped sugar left during assembly. They followed it into the dining hall and began removing the small decorative pieces stored under the display. One was a brace disguised as a bridge. Another supported the dome. The distinction between ornament and architecture had been obvious to the porter, who had labelled both. Crème had removed the labels because they spoiled the presentation. The goblins admired the consistency of her aesthetic, although their appreciation was expressed mostly through chewing.
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The unveiling with additional weather
She lifted the cloth to applause. The central dome slid gently sideways, as if attempting to leave before matters became awkward. Then a balcony detached. Crème reached to catch it, struck the bridge, and introduced herself to the interior of the palace at approximately shoulder height.
The collapse unfolded in stages, allowing the audience time to appreciate each fresh indignity. Cream covered her sleeves. A sugar staircase caught in her hair. The host received a small turret in his wine. Under the table, a goblin applauded with a spoon. Crème attempted to rise and discovered that her elaborate shoes had adhered to the syrup spreading across the floor. An assistant pulled her free while another caught the remaining trays. The only parts of the dessert that survived were the plain pastries she had ordered kept out of sight. They disappeared immediately into grateful mouths.
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A kitchen without an audience
The host wanted someone dismissed. Crème prepared to name the porter, then saw him carrying a burned server’s tray with one hand and passing water with the other. Her assistants were already turning the ruined ingredients into something edible. Nobody asked for artistic direction. The kitchen had become useful in her absence with insulting speed.
She picked up a ladle. The first bowl she filled was too elaborate; an assistant took it, scraped away the decoration, and handed it back. Outside, the guests had grown hungry again. The crew made a thick sweet porridge from the salvageable pastry and warm milk, serving it alongside the plain rolls. People asked for seconds. The host tried to claim the change of menu was intentional. Crème corrected him, the first public correction she had delivered that cost her more than it cost someone else. The porter continued working, but he stopped avoiding her eyes.
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The name that stuck like sugar
The evening ruined her standing among people who regarded dinner as a competition in expense. It improved her standing with everyone who had actually needed feeding. Crème Puffs found the exchange unpleasant before finding it useful. Humility did not descend on her fully formed. It arrived in smaller portions, usually when an assistant said no.
Her Xenoverse character retains the vanity, the precision, and the dangerous urge to improve a room before understanding it. Those flaws keep the story alive. What changes is her willingness to hear the person holding the ladder. She can still create a spectacle. She now makes certain there is supper beneath it.
The kitchen kept one piece of the sugar palace: a crooked little door, hardened beyond all culinary purpose. It hung above the preparation table. When Crème became unbearable, someone tapped it with a spoon. The sound was small, crisp, and devastatingly well timed. She had finally created an artwork people returned to every day.
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