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 Posted: Thu May 22, 2025 11:05 pm
A month had passed since the trio of sorceresses had last tasted a true reprieve. Lisanna Everett, Salem’s sister, had grown tense and sharp-edged following a private summit with the Director of the B.I.E. — a meeting that ended with her quiet departure from Winhill Garden, leaving behind no explanation, only protocol.
In her absence, her duties — particularly the political and diplomatic — were offloaded onto her brother, Salem Everett.
It did not go unnoticed.
Training grew harsher. Expectations climbed.
And Salem, once tempered like steel, began to splinter under the weight. His calm gave way to intensity; his patience wore thin.
He worked near ceaselessly, often eighteen to twenty hours a day, surviving more on will than rest.
Magic clung to him like a storm barely held back — visible to the trained eye, cold to the touch.
The Garden itself mirrored his unrest.
Relief arrived in the form of Marianna Everett, Salem’s eldest daughter and a calm, competent sorceress with a knack for alchemical precision. Her potions helped ease the younger girls' magical strain, and her presence added sorely needed warmth. Her little brother Marem often accompanied her — mostly, it seemed, to be near her.
But those close to Salem could tell:
This was not the return he was waiting for.
Week three opened under a strange frost. Walls exhaled mist. Door handles bit with cold.
Anyone approaching the foyer that morning would witness an unusual sight:
Sou-Ho Nebulous, flanked by Centran delegates, engaged in a hushed, heated argument with Salem.
No words leaked from the confrontation, but the tension spoke volumes.
When the delegates departed, the cold lifted — yet Salem remained frozen, distant, his responses clipped.
He offered no real explanation, only a quiet warning:
“We are running out of time.”
And then — curiously — warmth returned.
By week’s end, Salem resumed old habits: mentoring with focus, even offering praise to students where before there had been silence. Some believed it was due to Lisanna's return.
Others guessed the shift was simply a decision — a mask put back on.
But the truth, hidden from all but a trusted few, was something deeper:
Aelianna Maris — his Knight, his partner, the mother of his children — had been spirited home by Lisanna’s mission.
She was wounded.
Unconscious.
But she was here.
And with her, Salem’s magic — and self — had begun to stabilize.
That peace didn’t last long.
Word came swiftly:
The Diarchy of the Everetts — Salem and Lisanna — had been accused of orchestrating The Fall.
Sanctions rained down on Winhill. Several Everett accounts were frozen.
Supply lines grew tight. Trust evaporated.
And worse — Centran officials called for Salem’s extradition under charges of terrorism, conspiracy, and manipulation.
Public opinion fractured.
Allies grew silent.
Even Esthar hesitated.
But even as the world narrowed around him, Salem Everett did not break.
He stood taller, quieter.
The storm in his eyes settled.
Because somewhere, hidden deep within the Garden’s innermost ward, the woman he loved was finally home.
And even unconscious, her presence was enough to anchor him again.
The morning of the 22nd.
The morning mist clings to the Winhill hills. Inside the sun-lit glasshouse of Salem Everett’s estate, creeping ivy winds up stone arches and the scent of roses overlays a slight metallic tinge in the air — wards etched into every pane of glass hum softly with magics. Salem sits in a high-backed chair of Ebon make, sipping dark tea from an antique cup. Across from him stands Nona Winchester, clothed not in her diplomat’s robes but her old SeeD field coat — faded, but spotless.
Nona spoke, "She asked me if I was sending her to die." Salem's cup tilted as he took a small drink. "Which one?" "Both of them." Two Echoes of Remington that she had spoken too. She adjusted her coat, to hide the nerves. "Then you're raising them right. A child who fears death isn't broken. A child who doesn't question why they're risking their life? That’s a worse kind of orphan."
Nona smiled bitterly. "You always did romanticize us." She moves to the large scrying table at the center of the conservatory, flicks her fingers across the embedded runes. A map of Eden City flickers to life in ghostly green light — its inner rings jagged with active Echo flare signatures. "Twenty-two confirmed Echoes. Twelve are growing. Five are mutating in real-time. Two have eaten time itself. We lost a reconnaissance drone — not to destruction, but corruption. It returned with memories of people who’ve never existed."
Salem exhaled heavily, before speaking softly. "The Fall was supposed to be a single event, over." Nona answered fiercely, she did not have the luxury of running home to a mansion separated from it all. "The Fall is still happening, Salem. The monsters broke reality as they passed through it. Time and magic are tangled. Every citizen in UNITA hears the echoes in their bones — and the rest of the world is pretending it's just another wound."
Salem did not rise to the emotion, he understood it. His cup was gently set down as the conversation continued. "So you send Remington, Nyale, and Etamara. You send three sorceresses into the place that might feed on them." "I send three proofs that we don't run from the things we are."
Nona paused. The reality of it was something she did not want to wholly accept, or say aloud. "Besides... they may be the only ones who can understand what the Echoes...are. What purpose they may be hiding."
There’s a long silence. The map pulses faintly — one of the Echoes flickers and expands slightly, like a breath held too long.
Salem was the one to break the silence, frost exuding from his breath.
"You’re asking for more than just sorceresses. You’re asking for monsters you can trust." "I’m asking for daughters who survive the world we left them." The silence holds again. Then Salem stands, brushing invisible dust from his cuffs. The ring on his finger glints with an old B.I.E. insignia, long scratched out. He had not worn it in a long time.
"The airship leaves at dawn, tomorrow. The Empty Promenade is their first stop. If they need anything… or forget anything… I’ll make sure they remember. We owe them that much."
Nona's tone softened. "You were never as cold as you pretended." Salem turned, walking away "And you were never as kind." Scene fades with the hum of the scrying table deepening, as if something on the Eden map has noticed.
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Posted: Thu Jul 03, 2025 9:46 am
 Etamara Vilisantra Status: Angry, Focused, Wrathful
Song of the moment: Obscurity┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━═✥═━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ It was so utterly barbaric to see the events that played out as time passed for Etamara. Despite her joys to continue training, she could not ignore the growing tension from both Salem and the world at large. Intense training was nothing new, but the level of effort he was putting into even the simplistic of tasks had caused even Etamara stress. No praise, no warmth, just orders and training. To be treated in such a manner hurt even her own self-esteem in some ways, though she'd never admit that to anyone.
Day-in and day-out she trained herself with her instrument, her fingers constantly pressing against the fret and strings as she strummed along to the tune within her soul. She played over and over, as if attempting to reach perfection with every single action she took, overly analyzing her mistakes, adjusting, starting over, doing it again and again. This rigorous practice was more intense than others, because she would spend her days outside of training, playing her instrument, hardly giving anyone attention even if asked to do anything other than train or practice her instruments.
The training had been so constant that apart from eating, and barely much sleep, she kept at it, dedicating her life these past few weeks to the craft and the craft alone. For anyone coming across her room, they'd hear the same song over and over, the music appearing to match the state of her very being with how the tune's intensity shifted back and forth between calm, rapid, fluid, and high pitched, to then a low hum that whirled with vengeful notes that screamed. Her magic flowed through her nigh-effortlessly the notes in her room filling up to a cacophony of instruments, her room shaking with vibrations as she closed her eyes, her fingers bleeding from constant repetition but ignoring through it. Blood trickled down her instrument, painting the strings a dark crimson red, yet somehow the tune remained as perfect as before, netiher hindered by the blood or muted in the slightest.
Parts of her room were cracking and splitting from the constant distorting vibrations that went on in her room, to the point that even her mirror fractured and shattered as the strings of her violins got higher and higher pitched. Like a trance, she was compelled to play, and play as if her life depended on it. She couldn't be satisfied, and it all came to a head when she found herself gritting her teeth in anger, strumming so fast on her violin that her arms were a blur, her body mixing different instruments into the performance until finally, without any ceremonious end, she collapsed midway through her performance, dropping unconscious.
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Ellise Belmont Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 05, 2025 7:05 pm
 Remington Estellise La Faustina Nipal
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Stock: Cura (x3->x2), Esuna (x3), Scan (x3)
Status: Climb. Climb to the top of the world.
Fwump
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Knock knock knock
”Eta?”
Remington opened the door to the ruined room and the sight of Etamara lying on the floor, bloody instrument still in-hand. Again. She got to work with a grimace, easing the Virtuoso from Eta’s grasp and then moving the girl to her bed. At least that wasn’t broken.
”Cura,” she murmured, and a swirl of magic passed from her to Eta. Overkill, but she wasn’t taking any chances with those raw hands. Once the cuts were mended, she took a cloth and began cleaning the girl’s fingers and palms of the mess. Next came the Virtuoso, set in her lap and cleaned with soft cloths and care.
”You’ll ruin the strings if you keep bleeding on them,” she told the unconscious young woman. ”Heh. You can probably just…magic some up.” Not much of a laugh. Didn’t feel like a laughing situation anyway. Eta was running herself ragged. Salem had been easing up on intensity, but not Eta.
The Virtuoso was clean soon enough. Rem leaned the instrumental weapon against the wall beside the bed and sat a moment with Etamara. Eta did every step of the same training regimen Rem did, and she never complained.
”You’ll surpass us all one day, if you survive.” Rem found a ghost of a smile with that. She hauled herself up from the bed and began to move around the room, straightening up what she could. When she left, the room was clean, if no less warped and cracked.
She took care to shut the door quietly, before looking down the hall toward Nyale’s room. Hadn’t seen the girl so far this morning. She started, then stopped, eyeing the hallway. Look left. Look right. No harm in a little extra practice, right?
Remington sucked in a breath, enough to puff out her cheeks, and focused. It helped to hold still. Hold her breath. Focus. Not so hard, now. The river was there. Always. It flowed through her and around her, a current no one else ever seemed to feel. It wasn’t flowing in a direction- not down the hallway, or up it, or sideways. It was flowing…forward. Into the future. She could feel it. Sometimes, she could feel the whole world turning around her, feel the sun and moon whirling about the planet in the endless cycle of day and night! She’d tried to…seize it. Hold it still. She may as well have tried to stop the planet turning by hand!
Remington couldn’t make the whole world stop for her. But if she had a point- like, perhaps, Nyale’s doorknob- then she could…
Sh, sh, shh…Don’t think. Feel. You’re not in front of Etamara’s door. You’re not in front of Etamara’s door. You’re in front of-
blink
Nyale’s door. Rem jumped! Oh! It was still jarring when it actually happened! But the held breath burst out of her in a triumphant pop of a laugh, looking back to the spot down the hallway where she’d just been standing.
Knock knock knock
”Nyale, are you in there?”
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The Princess
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2025 2:11 pm
 Come now, swing wide those gates
'Cause I have paid my penance kindly / Well in time for judgement day
Somehow I knew my Fate
Turns out the Gods we thought were dying / Were just sharpening their blades
Have you been waiting long for me...? N y a l e ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬⊰ ✮ ⊱▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Nyale was not in her room. Technically.
In fact this sombre and misty morning at Winhill Manor found her laying on the ivy strung stone wall of the balcony just outside her room, staring vacantly up at the blue haze above. Her head rested on one arm behind her, meanwhile her other hand lazily trailed light sparks in the air, absent-mindedly making tiny flowers that drifted down to the ground below like strange confetti.
Sleep often eluded her lately, evidenced by the increasingly dark shadows under her eyes. Even with the more rigorous training regime from Salem putting the girls through their paces harder than ever, she still found it difficult to rest. Too many thoughts. Too many worries, eddying around inside her head like a relentless carousel of nightmares. With Salem's intense behaviour and high expectations, her mother's peculiar absence, and the fraught political atmosphere, not to mention the outrageous accusations against the Everetts suddenly coming from all angles, it felt to Ny like a net was closing in around them. Hearing about the call for Salem's extradition only worsened the anxiety. It was an unwelcome escalation of hostilities, a stepping stone to the gradual decimation of their family.
But even if she could've put the worries aside long enough to sleep, she wasn't sure she would have the ability with the cacophany of noise that frequently came from Eta's room nearby. The thought made her lips twitch into a faint smirk. Everyone was dealing with things their own way.
Knock knock knock
The sound at her door broke her reverie, startling her, and though she didn't get up she did turn her head towards the doorway. Remington
A flick of her hand caused the door to swing open, beckoning Rem into the dim interior of her bedroom. On the far side of the room Rem would see the balcony doors were open, and Nyale's silhouette against the morning light outside.
"Hey Remmy" With a weary sigh Ny dragged herself up to a sitting position, gazing out at the horizon. She patted the cool stone next to her, an invitation for Rem to come and sit if she wished. She wasn't yet dressed, wearing only a white silk nightgown that seemed to have accumulated enough morning dew for the fabric to stick to her skin almost indecently. One thin strap fell down her shoulder, but she didn't bother to adjust it. She didn't imagine her state of dress would bother Rem at this point, with how hard they had all been training lately. They were more than familiar enough by now.
A cool breeze stirred the air, sending a shiver across her skin.
"What brings you to my lair so early? And did you happen to bring any breakfast with you?"
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2025 3:14 pm
Remington Estellise La Faustina Nipal
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Stock: Cura (x2), Esuna (x3), Scan (x3)
Status: Climb. Climb to the top of the world.
Remington emerged from the balcony door to find Nyale hauling herself up. She took the invitation, neatly smoothing out her skirt as she eased herself down to sit.
”Good morning,” she offered, and Ny could see the girl looking her up and down, appraising. Tired, undressed, unfed. She eyes the shadows under Nyale’s eyes. Girl hasn’t been sleeping enough.
”Checking in. You and Eta have both been wearing yourselves out.” She answers the other question at the same time, setting down her shoulder bag to pull out a small bento. Oatmeal, yogurt, apple slices, with a couple cheap utensils. She adds a small thermos of tea.
Rem gives her a little time to eat. She just pulls her knees up to herself and watches the sky. When she speaks, it’s out of the blue.
”I think we’re leaving tomorrow.” How did she feel about that? She replayed the exchange in her mind. She’d been on the other side of the door, but she heard every word.
Nona thought she was ready. Why hide? Why would her mother be here without telling her? It was practically lying to her face. ”There are more incidents like Eden.”
Twenty-two. Twenty-two of that.
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The Princess
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2025 4:52 pm
Come now, swing wide those gates
'Cause I have paid my penance kindly / Well in time for judgement day
Somehow I knew my Fate
Turns out the Gods we thought were dying / Were just sharpening their blades
Have you been waiting long for me...? N y a l e ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬⊰ ✮ ⊱▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
"Ahhh, I knew you would be my saviour today"
The girl took the bento with enthusiasm, offering a grateful smile in return, and started first with the oatmeal. Hot and filling, just what her tired body needed, while the sweet flavour was what her spirit needed. She devoured it with a notable lack of grace and was mid-spoon lick at Rem's final words. Ny paused, eyebrows lifting in surprise. A blob of errant oatmeal decorated the tip of her nose, but she didn't appear to notice.
"Leaving?" She repeated, processing this information with her sleep deprived brain. They had been training for a good while now, she supposed at some point they would have to move on. But hearing the reason gave her a chill. More incidents like Eden? Her mind flashed back, showing her memories of the Fall that she would prefer to forget. The prospect of facing more horrified her. "What? Where?? And Salem's sending us...to deal with that? Hang on, how do you know this?" She squinted at Rem, incredulous. Ny had hardly seen her uncle outside of training, so when had Rem obtained this information? Since Lisanna had returned from her mysterious absence, it seemed to Ny that he had been more busy and distracted, albeit oddly calmer than the previous weeks. The knot in her stomach tightened.
"That can't just be it..." She muttered.
Ny started on the apple slices, nibbling on the sweet fruit with a pensive expression. "There's something else going on, Rem. I don't know what. My mother wouldn't tell me anything when she got back about where she went and since then...Salem seems different. Everyone is acting stranger than usual. I think they're hiding something" And of course there was the new charges against Salem from Centra. It seemed to her that something serious had happened, something the girls were not privy to.
And if they were leaving tomorrow, Ny wanted to find out what before then. If it had anything to do with their family being in danger, she had to know before they set off into the unknown. She set aside the bento and turned to face her companion.
"I thought I overheard my mother saying something about the lower wards at the garden..." Nyale's amber eyes met Rem's with wary curiosity. "....I want to check it out, will you come with me? Maybe Eta will come too..."
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Posted: Sat Aug 02, 2025 5:19 pm
Remington Estellise La Faustina Nipal
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Stock: Cura (x2), Esuna (x3), Scan (x3)
Status: Troubled
”Eavesdropping.” Rem copped to it without inflection. ”The car that came by this morning was the rental from Winhill, and they got a private meeting with your uncle. Important visitor.” She laid out the line of reasoning that ended with her listening at Salem’s door. ”My mother. They were talking about it. Said there’d be an airship in the morning.”
Nona hadn’t announced herself to Rem. Why hide? It was like her mother lying to her face.
”I think you’re right. There are things they aren’t telling us.” Well-intentioned or not, she’d rather know what she’s dealing with. Nyale’s movement drew her eye, though. Rem shifted to face her friend.
”The Garden?” she echoed, glancing toward the distant spire which emerged over the treetops. She returned her gaze to Nyale, nodding. ”If you think it’s important to investigate, I’m with you. Etamara…” Rem’s mouth twisted in concern as she looked toward the door leading to the hallway. ”...is pushing herself to breaking. I found her passed out before I came here.”
It wasn’t denial- it was concern. Rem’s hands are still red from washing her hands clean of the blood.
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The Princess
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2025 5:24 am
Come now, swing wide those gates
'Cause I have paid my penance kindly / Well in time for judgement day
Somehow I knew my Fate
Turns out the Gods we thought were dying / Were just sharpening their blades
Have you been waiting long for me...? N y a l e ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬⊰ ✮ ⊱▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Rem's admission of eavesdropping prompted an amused smile from Nyale, an approving sparkle in her eyes. She was intrigued to hear that the important visitor was Nona, and again pondered the need for all the secrecy. The thought of leaving Winhill on the airship so soon and so suddenly left her feeling unsettled. She wondered when this had all been decided, and when Salem planned to tell them himself.
"Excellent" The girl replied to Rem, exhaling a breath of relief. Her tiredness seemed to evaporate as this new mission gave her a burst of energy, and she swung her legs back over the balcony wall and hopped off, running inside to find some more appropriate clothes to wear for their upcoming plan. Rem would see a variety of clothing being magically tossed around as if a small tornado had entered the dim interior of the bedroom.
Meanwhile, she continued to listen as Rem explained about Eta.
"Passed out? Oh dear..." This news didn't surprise her. She had seen the state of Eta's fingers in recent weeks. "She's been working way too hard. Maybe this would be a good distraction for her? Otherwise when she wakes up she's just going to keep training and wearing herself out, I bet-" They certainly didn't need that if they were all shipping out tomorrow. Ny's voice became muffled as she disappeared into her bathroom to vigorously brush her teeth and wash her face, emerging a few minutes later, looking significantly more refreshed and awake. "Well, we can just see if she's up for it. Ready to go, Remmy?"
Ny had opted for low-key attire that would not draw attention for snooping around the Garden, wearing simple grey leggings, a black t-shirt under a black jacket, and sneakers. She finished the look by pinning her long white hair up in a slicked back ponytail.
She headed for the door and waited for Rem to follow. Her nerves buzzed with anticipation, as she was eager to find out some answers for the recent events at Winhill.
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2025 10:55 am
Remington Estellise La Faustina Nipal
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Stock: Cura (x2), Esuna (x3), Scan (x3)
Status: Troubled
It was good to see Nyale in better spirits. The girl’s warmth always gave Rem strength, she found. A small smile found her lips as she rose in turn. She waited outside on the balcony while the fashion storm went underway, ‘til she heard the thunk of the bathroom door.
”I hope so,” Rem agreed, and stowed the bento before joining Nyale in her room and carrying their way out into the hall. She walked this time, bringing Nyale to Etamara’s door.
Knock knock knock
”Eta, are you awake? It's Rem and Nyale. I’m opening the door,” she warned. She turned the knob slowly, giving Etamara time to protest if she didn’t want them to enter, and cracked the door open to check on her.
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The Princess
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2025 12:44 pm
 Etamara Vilisantra Status: ???
Song of the moment: Bolero of Fire┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━═✥═━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ When she had awoken, her eyes adjusted to the darkness in her room, only slightly illuminated by the closed curtains that covered her windows. She had found herself not where she had passed out, but in her bed? With a groan, she slowly sat up feeling the exhaustion that initially had overtaken her to be gone? She looked down at her fingers, noticing that they were unusually clean, as well as the cuts that littered her fingers from overplaying were gone. "Hmm..." She groaned to herself, slowly climbing up and out of bed.
She looked to the corner where her Virtuoso was rested beside her bed, not a speck of blood on it. Someone must have come in and cleaned her up. She sighed, shaking her head. She wasn't sure who had gone out of their way to help her, at least at first, her mind shaking off the rust of passing out, along with the headache that came from being a bit dehydrated from the blood loss. She rubbed the side of her head, letting out a strained huff before she walked over to her instrument. "Gotta keep practicing..." She muttered to herself as she gripped the neck of her instrument, only to pause. "....." She thought about how the person who went out of their way to help her and clean her up, pondering for a moment on whether or not she should get back into it. "Maybe not with my hands this time." She said to herself as she stepped away from the instrument, instead focusing on her magic to lift the instrument and begin to play with it mentally.
Taking an elegant position, almost like that of a ballerina, arms oustretched above her head, she began to move and dance to the music. Musical notes began to form in her room, bubbles filled with the sounds of guitar strumming mixed with the sound of the virtuoso playing quickly, and Etamara dancing across her bedroom. At least this way she could still train herself without damaging her fingertips, stress testing her mana capabilities with endurance. As the music began to kick up, she twirled, spinning rapidly around the room as her skirt fluttered up, the strings of the violin crescendo with an intense build up, only for it to all come to a sudden stop.
Knock. Knock, Knock.
Immediately she snapped out of her trance, the music all but coming to an end as she turned her head towards the door and Rem's voice. When she pushed open the door, she'd find Etamara breathing a little heavy, having just finished her little performance. She slightly brushed the bangs out of her eyes as she took a more relaxed expression and stance, placing her hand on her hip as she spoke. "Hey. What's up?" She asked Rem, wondering if it was her that had gone out of her way to clean her up. ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━═✥═━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛
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Ellise Belmont Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2025 4:00 pm
Come now, swing wide those gates
'Cause I have paid my penance kindly / Well in time for judgement day
Somehow I knew my Fate
Turns out the Gods we thought were dying / Were just sharpening their blades
Have you been waiting long for me...? N y a l e ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬⊰ ✮ ⊱▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Before Rem had even pushed Eta's door open fully Ny could hear the familiar crescendo of violin music. That the girl had immediately continued her practice after passing out was exactly as she'd expected. If only she was a betting woman. Ny tutted and stepped over the threshold into Eta's room, eyeing her up and down. Though she spoke casually, Ny could see she was breathless from her playing. She really was going to wear herself out at this rate. Though at least she didn't seem to have any wounds on her hands this time. "Hmmm"
Ny folded her arms. "Morning, Eta. I hate to pry you away from your practice, but we need your help with something urgent today please. At the Garden" She explained, appealing to the younger girl's ego by asking for her assistance. She really didn't want to leave Eta playing music all day, exhausting herself even more.
"I'm sure you've also noticed that something isn't right around here lately, and we need to find out what. I'm pretty sure they're hiding something in the lower wards. And we only have today to see what we can learn, because Rem found out we're being shipped off tomorrow morning to God knows where. Courtesy of Nona, who apparently turned up here for a secret little meeting with Salem"
She hoped this revelation would be enough to stir Eta's interest. "I realise that's not much to go on, but in light of all the terrible things happening lately I, for one, don't want to stay kept in the dark when we're about to be sent off to the battlefield again"
Nyale met Etamara's gaze with an odd intensity, eyes gleaming like polished gold.
"So, do you fancy coming with us to investigate?"
She also shot a quick glance at Rem too, going silent in case the redhead wanted to explain further.
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬⊰ ✮ ⊱▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬T h exxL i g h t w e a v e r It seems that even in Arcadia you walk beside me still...xxxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Sun Aug 03, 2025 4:24 pm
Etamara Vilisantra Status: Vain
Song of the moment: Bolero of Fire ┏━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━═✥═━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┓ Her attention had shifted when she noticed that Nyale had entered her room, seemingly walking with a sense of purpose. It seemed urgent judging by how the two came in together, normally implying that there was something they needed to do together. Though, this time this was not a training regiment, or venture out, but something else entirely as Nyale began to explain why they needed her help. She seemed to ponder on it as she brought a hand up to her chin, closing her eyes. Her body was much weaker than it normally would be from how hard she was pushing herself, but it wasn't like they were doing anything serious as far as combat went. Snooping wasn't that taxing in comparison to her relentless training regiment she was putting herself through. all in the sake of perfection.
After a bit. she met Nyale's gaze, seeing how determined she was to find the answers being hidden from them. She glanced back over to Rem, gauging her expression as well, though her eyes seemed to linger on Rem silently longer than Nyale for one reason or another; the curious expression she held on her face making it difficult for anyone to guess what it was she was feeling at the moment. Eventually, she turned to her instrument, reaching out to strap and holster it to her back, more or less giving them her answer just from that action alone, but she would give them a verbal one. "Well, I bet you both would be quite helpless without me~ Fine~ I'll come." Her response, predictably vain, yet her tone was not degrading to them, somehow warmer than how she'd talk to anyone else. ┗━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━═✥═━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━┛
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Ellise Belmont Vice Captain
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