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Valpurga struggled again with some of his terms. Plebians. Senators. These ranks had no meaning to her. Both in form and the way it fit into the Empire's society. Conceptually it was strange to her. Some led, others followed. That was how she understood things. But the Empire was so expansive it...

Valpurga watched him eat the leg with a slow, knowing smile. But she did not offer another. She had caught the frogs, all three of them and done the work of cleaning and cooking them. They were hers. She finished them and threw the rest of the carcasses and bones into the fire, so nothing would...

The Wizard sounded sour. It came off in the way he spoke. Orders, without the veneer of politeness. Consoling himself in his perceived mastery. It was an Empire attitude, replacing fear with control. Enslave the world to one's whim, and it could not harm you. But the world would always be larger...

Valpurga frowned. She tried to imagine what he described of Illeum. She knew the Empire Arcanum as a vast lumbering organism, an ocean of humanity organizing itself in a way that baffled her. It seemed by his depiction that the Empire upending the earth and moved the very rivers to provide for...

Illeum? Valpurga had not heard of it. Testament to the Empire's effectiveness in sweeping it under the rug. Though she did not know Empire towns and villages by name, with some exceptions near the border. His depictions were vague, but she could make guesses on her own experiences. Ostmani with...

Three days. Valpurga followed Astor's gaze in the direction he intended to lead her. A considerable amount of time to affect an escape. Or to convince him to release his hold on her magic. She had any number of means towards persuasion at her disposal. She had not removed the point of a knife as...

"We share that need," Valpurga replied, frost left her words bitter and hard. But the cold that clutched her heart melted some when he brought forth the mare, black mane and dapple gray with sad eyes. "You are not theirs," she murmured as she approached and stroked her broad neck, casting the...

Valpurga held straight and still while Astor worked his magic. She did not flinch when he spoke of miscasting the spell and tearing her veins from her limbs. If that was how she was to die, would it be any better or worse than burned to death in a public square? Death was a specter she was...

This Wizard was clearly wound up in his purpose. His frown and the way he steeled himself up behind his forthcoming speech spoke to the fact that he wasn't in no mood to play games, socially or seductively. He sought clarity, and the weight around his actions and decisions overrode any other...

Valpurga watched Astor's gaze wander. There was a certain thrill in the subtle art of seduction, a spark of joy that did not dim with time or practice. To be found desirable, pleasurable to the senses was in itself pleasing in such a particular way. It was an art that left one balanced on the...

Valpurga tugged at her manacles, strained against their constraint towards the edge of the cage, her neck bent as she watched and listened - her body twisted almost to the point it seemed like an arm might pop from a shoulder joint. Her eyes were wild as the Arcanum Wizard spoke with the...

The Wizard and the Witch With Owl Knight & DemiMoon Valpurga’s cage scarcely jostled her on the freshly laid road that carved a smooth, straight gash of rock, ash and sand in layers of construction she could not conceive. There was only the sense of the wound the Empire Arcanum wrought in the...

Considering how bad his injuries looked, it surprised Ismene to hear that Dante wouldn't have to stay overnight. It certainly looked like something would be broken, sprained or torn in such a way to require a more extensive procedure. Dante was tough. She knew that. But it was easy to assume the...

"Dante Arevik. A-r-e-v-i-k. Tall, lots of tattoos. Piercings, here, here and here." Ismene pointed at her ear, below her lip and to her eyebrow. "Brown hair, reddish at the tips.." she fidgeted with her own silvery blue tips as she said it, drawing attention to the parallel without saying it...

No reply. She put her phone away and followed after another group of the orchestra club students back out to her parents. "It's not her fault, we're not docking pay," Anna said sternly to Fumio. Fumio grumbled under his breath, but then sighed, "Yes, yes, you're right dear. It's a bit of a...

Chaos rippled out from the pavilion like a pond disturbed by a stone, but the distortion was temporary. For most of the audience and orchestra, panic subsided into relief. No one was hurt in any significant way. The conductor shouted out for calm and order. Someone straightened Ismene's music...

The day wore on, like a river running its course into the sea. Ismene compartmentalized her anxiety about the performance behind mundane tasks. Setting up instruments and stands, sheet music carefully turned to the correct page. One of the club members arrived at the pavilion in a panic and...

'Looking for something fun to do during the eclipse today? Sapporo's own Hokkaido Orchestra Club will be performing outside the Planetarium today..' "Hah! My daughter is on the television!" Fumio clapped his hands and pointed at the announcer, beaming over at his daughter as she placed a tray...

NAME: Ismene Xiphias AGE: 22 GENDER IDENTITY: Cisgender female, she/her/hers ORIENTATION: Panromantic Asexual OCCUPATION: Student (Environmental Sciences) & Delivery Cyclist ROLE: Sailor Mercury APPEARANCE: Ismene isn't particularly remarkable in her figure. She stands an average 167cm tall...

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