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Ellen Winter

"I feel cold, like the ice is coming from inside of me."

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a character in “Deliverance”, as played by magic lilypad

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❝Cold as ice, rigid as a glacier, that is what they've always called me.❞
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【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#4ca2b8 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #8b4cb8】

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Ellen Winter
Narisa Evangelia Seraphim
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Nee - Itward and Aine used to call her this.
Ellie - Cress calls her this.
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{☛ ⓈⒺⓍⓊⒶⓁⒾⓉⓎ ☚}
In the world of politics there's no room for preferences.

{☛ ⒻⒶⒸⒺ ⒸⓁⒶⒾⓂ ☚}
Miyuki Shiba || Mahouka Kouka no Rettoussei



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❝I gaze into the mirror.❞
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Even though she always stands as tall and straight as she can, she still looks short.
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Slim and lean like the noble lady she is.
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A solid dark black, imposing and strong.
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A frigid blue that could chill even your bones.
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There's a birthmark that looks something like a crown beneath her belly button.


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"What a well groomed young lady!" Most people would say if they saw Narisia Seraphim. As the one with all the hopes of the crown upon her shoulders, of course poise and etiquette would be beaten into her, without a single hair misplaced at any social gathering. When showing her face to the public she's always immaculate and emotionless, not even a flicker of light in those cold eyes of hers. There's no room for emotion when you're fit to rule the Kingdom of Ourania after all. With shining jewelry and finery to sharpen her appearance, Narisia Seraphim is always to be perfect.

Ellen Winter is what you'd call someone prim and proper. Her hair is always straight and neat, and her clothes are always well pressed and matching. A tidy young lady, was there a wild bone in her body at all? Compared to her more rambunctious cousin, Crescent, Ellen's much more restrained in both body language and dress. Naturally she's not as stiff and rigid as she used to be, but some things never truly change. Quite, mysterious, with pale skin and raven hair, you could consider Ellen to be something of a classical beauty.

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♙Where oh where could it be?♙
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❥ Science | Ellie's always tinkering with something in her hands.
❥ Structure | She always needed a bit of a routine in her life.
❥ Puppies | One of the few ways to get Ellie's guard down.
❥ Intelligence | What Ellie values most in other people. [/center]




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❝Look away, it's hard to see through the tears.❞
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⌦ Idiocy | How hard is it to open a book and learn?
⌦ Change | When you're used to something it's hard adapting to something else.
⌦ Invasion of Privacy | Everyone deserves a corner where they can be themselves.






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Tinker Tinker| Ellie often has bits of gizmos and gadgets fidgeting in her hands.

Foot Tap| Perhaps a leftover of her princess lineague, but she taps her foot when impatient.

Piercing Stare| She does this sometimes when she doesn't know what to say.


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⌦ Icy Heart | Ellie's not the kind of person to open up to just anybody.

⌦ Not a chameleon| This is probably the least adaptable person in the world.

⌦ Arrogance| It comes with being a Princess.

⌦ Elitist| Nee tends to look down on people who aren't as intelligent as she is.


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❥ Intellectual| After so much reading and studying, Ellie's proud of the brain in her head.

❥ Grace| There aren't many who are as elegant as Nee is.

❥ Fearless| Without a care for consequences, Ellie will do what she has to do.

❥ Technomagic| Even for the advanced society of Ourania, Nee's skill with tech is impressive.


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Alcohol and drugs| Ellie doesn't want to lose control of her mind.

Caterpillars| The way they wiggle defies science.

Stupidity| To be stupid is a fate worse than death.

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♙It beats warm and bright.♙
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{☛ ⓅⒺⓇⓈⓄⓃⒶⓁⒾⓉⓎ☚}
Sharp Witted | Unapproachable | Mysterious | Graceful | Composed | Mean

Back to the time
When I used to feel your hand in mine
Tiniest tenderness
Might it melt the ice into tears

Far from the world
That still makes both of my eyes blurred
Not a word could I say to wake up a dreamer

Call out my name
When you see the tide turn me away

Long ago buried heart
Right away torn apart
So it hurts how it lasts
Till I draw one more last final breath
Where to go when to come
Across a land bare and dark
May it be the one for all
Burning the horizon out into none




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❝This is how I became me.❞
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{☛ ⓅⓁⒶⒸⒺ ⓄⒻ ⓄⓇⒾⒼⒾⓃ ☚}
Ashia Palace of the Untouchable Ward
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Azel Seraphim | 45 | King | Biological Father | Alive
Nirana Seraphim | 41 | Queen | Biological Mother | Alive
Leona Winter | 44 | Adopted Mother | Sister of Cress's Father | Alive
Marcus Winter | 48 | Adopted Uncle | Cress's Father | Deceased
Cress Winter | 16 | Adopted Cousin | Alive

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"To rule Ashia, you must be as strong and harsh as a blizzard's stormy wind."

For a long time Narisia Evangelia Seraphim was raised on that tenet. From the beginning her mother took charge, entranced by the same very blue eyes that the queen herself possessed. King Azel was busy dealing with the war with Tartaria, so he didn't have time to intrude on the mother's training of her daughter. As Ashia's resources dwindled and it's armies continued to lose, the other noble families had doubt on Queen Narina's skill to be Queen. Was she strong enough? Did she have what it takes to support King Azel's efforts to keep Ourania strong? As the courts whispers continued to grow Narina's kind and gentle hand became harsh and cruel. Her warmth became cold, and Narisia was thrust into harsh training to become an heir to prove everyone wrong. "You can't play with toys." Narina would say, slapping the toys away. "You can't play games. You must become proper, or they'll never respect you." Little Narisia was forced to grow up or face the whip's lashing punishments.

Ashia was not in a good state of affairs. The city was split into three tiers, The Rubble Tier where the least educated and most impoverished lived, the Blossom Tier, where those with comfortable lives looked down upon those from below, and finally, at the top of the food chain, the Untouchable Tier, for the elites, the rich, and their cohorts to make their lives. As the noble families played politics, trying to take away from one another, many eyes were on the younger generation, expecting the children to also compete with one another for authority and power. Above the rest were three standout children. Narisia Seraphim was one of them, Itward Cherubim, young scion of the Cherubim house was the second, and petite Aine Dorones with her angelic smile was the third. Rather than fight amongst each other, the three became friends, staying above all the other young nobles.

It was a lot of work and stress, but Narisia was finally earning her mother's approval. As long as she studied harder than the rest, worked harder than the rest, things would be well.

Finally, the war came to an end. There were peace talks being done between King Azel of Ashia and King Spirulus of Tartaria. They negotiated peace, and Narisia would be arranged to marry the young Prince Semyon of Tartaria, with his hair as white as snow and pale skin, like most Tartarians, they lived underground and didn't see much of the sun above their sandy ceiling. Neither Narisia nor Semyon were happy with this. She was busy learning about technology and machines, she had no time to court a Prince. And Prince Semyon was also unhappy, he was in love with someone else. But for the sake of peace and sparing more lives, the young Heirs chose to honor the decision their parents made.

Tensions continued to grow, however. Not from Tartaria, but from within Ashia's own walls. The Rubbles and the Blossoms were rising up, raging against the elite noble class. There was unrest, and populism began filling Ashia's streets. Who was leaking information to the lower tiers? Who was spreading knowledge and learning to those below? "Itward, Nee, there's a secret I haven't told either of you yet." Aine Dorones smiled, holding her hands out to them. "I'm the one teaching the Rubbles how to read, how to write. I'm going to make a better Ashia. Won't you two help me?" Itward frowned, troubled. He was afraid. "Isn't that dangerous?" But Narisia knew what had to be done. "It's a shame it had to be you, Aine. as the Princess of Ashia, I order your arrest for treason against the Crown." As Itward protested in confusion and fear, Narisia closed her heart off. Friends didn't matter, only maintaining balance did.

But the disappearance of Aine Dorones only made matters worse. What was once a peaceful enlightenment of the lower classes became a violent surge once their angel was taken away from them. It was an unstable situation, and they were all clambering for Princess Narisa to come out. Queen Narina invested a lot of time to carve and mold her into a proper successor to the throne, she couldn't just allow her to be hurt. "I'll put you to sleep." Narina said, pushing Narisia into a room. "So for now, just close your eyes."

12 year old Narisia wasn't sure what to think when she opened her eyes and found herself on a boat with a woman with golden hair on a lake. She had no memories, and could barely speak the language. "Heaven granted me a child." Leona Winter said, hugging the amnesiac child. "I'll name you Ellen, after my mother. My sister has a daughter, her name is Cress, I know you two would be best of friends."

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Ellen Winter's Story

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❝My job is to make sure that the Princess is happy and healthy.❞

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Shiro was a busy puppy, after bringing Princess Narisia lunch and maintaining that she did not mean that the Princess should eat the King, but rather that she would bring the King food too and getting flustered with herself, she brought Princess Narisia the requested tools. When the Princess was not working at her table, Shiro was helping keeping her on schedule with her meetings in order to play catch up over the last seven years that she had been missing. Thankfully, they were so busy preparing for the ball that the Queen did not summon Shiro to her side at any point over the next two days. The morning of the ball, Shiro awoke the Princess early to begin preparations, after all, they had to finalize plans such as flower color, music tastes, who would have the first dance, and making certain that the dress the Princess would be wearing fit properly.

Shiro, of course, was a mere accessory and while her dress did match, it was nowhere near as extravagant as the Princess's. Which, the puppy, of course, was fine with. She was a mere dog after all, she did not deserve things like jewelry and fancy clothing, as much as her eyes sparkled when she looked upon the gowns that the royal class and Untouchables wore during these outtings. "Princess, you look divine!" Shiro smiled, clapping her hands together when she saw how beautiful the Princess looked. Shiro's dress was much more simple, of course, but it had small embelishments to make sure that she would not look out of place. The ball started when the music began, Shiro remained faithfully by the Princess's side, at least until she rose to mingle with the crowd. When Shiro attempted to follow her, the Queen stopped her. "Remain where you are, Narisia can greet her friends on her own."

Shiro nodded and fell back, remaining beside the empty throne until the rebels attacked. She ran to find the Princess, locating her in the crowd. "Princess Narisia, please come this way!" The puppy squeaked, her tail swishing anxiously. She led the Princess to safety, Heron attempting to follow the rebels. The next morning, the Queen called Shiro to her side. After dropping off the Princess at her lessons, Shiro went to the Queen's Corridors, nervous. Her tail hung between her legs as she knocked, her hands shaking. "Come in," came a patient voice from inside. Shiro took a deep breath and pushed the door open, "My Q-Queen," Shiro curtsied, fumbling with her skirts. "Oh, it's you." The Queen turned to look at her, her smile pleasant. "Shiro, remember what we discussed before Princess Narisia arrived?" Shiro thought back to the many, many discussions she and the Queen had, had.

"Y-yes," she nodded her head exuberantly. The Queen cupped Shiro's chin in her fingertips, drawing Shiro's eyes up to meet her own. "I'm afraid... how do I put this gently, you've been quite a useless dog." She grabbed the servant by the front of her gown, dangling her over the edge of the balcony. Shiro whimpered, something yellow dripping between her legs. "Pl-please I c-can stil-still be useful!" She begged, attempting to grab the railing of the balcony, to bring herself onto steady ground. "Really? Because you've done nothing so far but shuffle the Princess from room to room, I could hire a real dog to do that." She grasped one of Shiro's ears, painfully yanking it upwards. Shiro whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut. "I-I ca-can st-i-ll help!" She cried, looking up at the Queen, begging her to keep her alive.

"Then bark for me Shiro, show me just how loyal of a dog you are."

"B-bark!" Shiro cried, tears welling up in her eyes. "Bark bark!" The Queen smiled, hope welling up in Shiro's heart, she began to lift Shiro back up, then stopped, leaning over. "Don't worry, a fall from this height won't kill you." Her eyes widened in confusion as she began to fall, looking up at the Queen as she sailed towards the ground like a rock sinking in the water. Thwack! She went against the pavement of the garden that Queen Narina's room overlooked. Someone screamed, a startled gardener perhaps. Shiro could not feel her legs or arms, her entire body seemed to buzz as she stared up wide eyed at the sky. She lay in a puddle of her own blood and bodily fluids as she wondered if she were truly still alive.

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❝Cold as ice, rigid as a glacier, that is what they've always called me.❞


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The ball really was more eventful than Narisia could ever hope for. All the usual faces were there of course. Tutri Vance was dancing with her two younger brothers, Alastor and Seville, all three of them looking quite dashing. Beatrice and her husband, Menad Liefthith, were enjoying a quiet chat together near the window. It was a political marriage arranged by Itward, but it seemed the two were getting along well enough. Heron was standing guard with the other soldiers, who would have thought a noble lady like her would become a knight? Nio was with someone who Narisia would never expect to see again. What was Aine Dorones doing alive? Wasn't she - well, she didn't know just yet what became of her after the disappearance. Some things were best kept secret.

Together with Itward, she cornered the fake Aine masquerading as their mutual dear friend. It was a fake, because of course it was. Nee wouldn't let someone besmirch Aine's memory like that, and neither would Itward. What made it worse though was the confirmation of something she hoped wasn't true. When the bolt of lightning hit, bringing her back to the planet of Ourania, Cress had been with her. Now she knew for sure Cress was stuck here, stranded with the Rubbles and the Rebels. "Stay close, Nee." Semyon rushed to her side when the smoke ball hit, Rebels surging in to no doubt help the Rubbles escape with their lives from the Untouchable Tier. "I know, Semyon." There was no love between them, only two young nobles forced to wed. His gun-sword was drawn, held protectively to keep her face. "It's good you didn't bring Una tonight then." Una was Semyon's younger sister, the princess of Tartaria. "She's too ill to travel." He explained, looking like a ghost in the fog with how pale his skin and hair was.

Shiro's voice was like a little squeak, beckoning her to go with her. Narisia wanted to rush into the fog and make sure her cousin made it out alive but in the end she wasn't given a chance to go search. "Go, we'll clean things up here." Semyon ordered and Nee nodded, leaving without a word, stepping deftly through the crowd to follow Shiro's lead. "What a mess. I'm glad you didn't get caught up in it, Shiro." She hardly went to bed then, staying up far too late at night working on a little contraption. While Ourania had developed gravity manipulation technology, the gravity engines were too big and bothersome. She wanted to create a smaller engine so that she could have a little device that could do the same thing. It would help protect her if she needed an excuse to fight.

In the morning Shiro dropped her off with Tutri Vance for more tutoring. "Is she not staying?" Tutri asked, squinting after her. "She might just be a servant but she needs an education as well." Nee shook her head, sighing slightly. "The Queen requested her presence." Suddenly a grin appeared on Tutri's face. "We'll put the books aside for now. Why not go see what the Queen wanted of her?" It was true, the lessons were better with the three of them like they've always been. "Okay." With her usual expressionless face she followed after Tutri Vance's extravagant footsteps.

They heard half of the conversation and then the entirety of the aftermath. Shiro was pushed off the tower. "Go back to the room, it'd be best if you didn't get in trouble." Nee was calm, she could handle this. Tutri Vance shrugged and left, making herself unseen. When Queen Narisia appeared from the room, Nee was standing there waiting. "Since when did you play with someone else's toy?" She asked, an accusatory frown on her face. "It didn't seem as if you were doing much disciplining, so I decided to help out." Queen Narina replied just as simply, a slight smile on her face.

"From now on she's to take my lessons with me and remain at my side." Narisia said, calmly stepping over to the balcony to gaze down. While she didn't yet particularly care about Shiro, it would be easier to keep her around than have someone else who was a slave to her mother's will. "That dog is quite useless, an education isn't going to do her any good." Queen Narina replied, not approving of that idea. "With a proper education she'll be far more useful than she is now. Unless you'd rather I jump off myself?" It was like a battle of two ice storms clashing against one another. "I already lost one lady in waiting. I'm keeping this one. Didn't you teach me to protect my own property?"

A new idea suddenly came to mind. "Do as you wish." Narina said at last, leaving the balcony. Once the coast was clear Narisia summoned the medical staff to go and pick Shiro up and take her to the room for emergency treatment. Narisia followed in, an idea spinning in her head, exciting her more than she wanted to admit. Wasn't this the perfect chance to practice a new kind of science? Biotechnology very much intrigued her. "Doctors, get her back to a stable condition." Narisia ordered. "Once she's stable, inform me so I can do the rest myself." One doctor looked at her questioningly. "But you don't have medical training." He said, furrowing a brow. "That's why I want you to make her stable first. Then I'll make use of my property as I see fit. I do hope there are no objections." There was none, of course, and the doctors began working, shooing Narisia to the waiting room.

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❝My job is to make sure that the Princess is happy and healthy.❞

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Her vision was swimming, the gardeners avoided her, they knew better than to interfere with whatever happened on that balcony. She was going to bleed to death, wasn't she? Not that she could do much now. She couldn't feel her arms or legs. Her head was bleeding and her ribs crackled with every breath. The Queen was right, a fall from that height wouldn't kill her, but the aftermath, perhaps, would. If she couldn't serve the Princess or the Queen, she was useless. If she was useless, she would be sent away. To the Rubble Tier, or worse, the maintenance pipes that ran between the layers. What would become of her there? Shiro didn't know. Her mind twirled with the possibilities of what would happen if she didn't die in the garden, none of them were good. Tears welled up in her eyes, she had always been a crier.

"Shiro, are you alright?" Someone stood over her, blocking the sun. "N-no," a red armband? A Doctor? But who had sent them? She cried harder, wondering why she was chosen to live. "Don't worry, we're going to fix you right up." Could they? Shiro didn't know, she didn't even know what was wrong. "I-I can-can't fe-feel anything." Her limbs dangled uselessly as they lifted her onto the stretcher. "You might just be in shock," after all, they could not tell the extent of the damage from just looking at her. They placed a c-collar around her neck, making certain that if it was a spinal injury, it would not get worse with movement. The stretcher slid under her, straps going across her shoulders and legs. "Where are we going?" Shiro asked, suddenly confused. "Don't worry, we're going to take good care of you," someone scratched behind one of her ears.

An oxygen mask was pressed against her face as soon as they arrived in the medical bay. "Just relax and take a few deep breaths," she was instructed, but Shiro didn't think she could relax. She didn't feel the needle prick her hand or the delivery of the sleepy medicine. "Don't fight it," her eyelids felt heavy, she was sleepy. Maybe a nap would be a good idea, Shiro thought. What if she didn't wake up though? Would anyone miss her? No... probably not.... Shiro closed her eyes, maybe it would be better if she left, she was just a useless dog after all. No one needed her, she couldn't do anything right except trip over her own feet. "I don't want to die," she whispered as she drifted off, the thrum of machines around her almost a familiar sound.

They worked on stabilizing Shiro in her sleep, she had several spinal fractures, including a rib that had punctured a lung. Even with their advanced technology, injuries like these could still take months to heal and there was no guarantee that full-use of the limbs could be restored. The nurses cut away her uniform and cleaned up the blood and other fluids. The Doctor gestured to the Princess once Shiro was fully stabilized. "Alright, we've done our part. Princess, are you certain this is a good idea?" The Doctor asked. "I will remain in the room, of course, but have you tested this sort of technology before?"

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❝Cold as ice, rigid as a glacier, that is what they've always called me.❞


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It was time to get to work. Narisia wore an icy smile at the doctors who doubted her. "I'll show you why I'm the best engineer in all of Ourania." There were multiple problems with Shiro's body that were being highlighted for her. "We did a test, it seems there's some strange drugs inhibiting her growth and development, keeping her small. They could be affecting her balance as well, making her clumsier than she should be." The doctor explained, showing her the notes. "Her spinal cord was injured during the fall, and our current nerve technology is incompatible with her body." They managed to fix the lung at least and keep her alive, but functional was another story. "Don't worry. A body is just like another machine after all." She would rather the doctors left, but it would be fine, they wouldn't understand what she was doing anyways.

Her new tools on hand she retrieved from Shiro herself thanks to the request on the notes, she got to work. There was a lot she wanted to try out and test out and Shiro was the perfect guinea pig available to her. With the equipment available Nee did everything she could. For now the most important thing was that she replace the bottom part of the spine with machines to act as nerves to connect to her legs, restoring Shiro's ability to walk. Then she used nanomachines to cleanse her blood, clearing out the growth inhibiting hormones to restore Shiro's sense of balance. There was a dangerous light in her eye as she worked, as the hours trailed on by. It was very different from making machines, but very exciting as well. Her own custom lady in waiting, what kind of Princess wouldn't want something like that?

To replace the hormones she took a bit of blood from her own arm and after making sure they were both compatible, she injected it into Shiro's body, with a new set of nanomachines installed within. "What are you doing?" The doctor asked but Nee ignored him. Being installed in Shiro's body right now was a code that would force her to obey the person whose blood was inserted, in this case, that was Nee herself. This was the perfect way to make sure Shiro stay loyal to her and no one else, especially not Queen Narina. She then installed a food-powered signal generator, right next to the stomach. It would absorb nutrients and provide a special private connection to AshiaNet so that her mother wouldn't be able to track her internet usage. Shiro was going to be Nee's private internet connection, her own living router. At the cost of Shiro being slightly hungrier than before, but that was a small price to pay.

Last but not least she installed special nanomachines that would help facilitate quicker healing and a reduced sense of pain. As a side effect, the nanomachines would improve her learning ability so she would be faster in lessons with Tutri Vance. No doubt Shiro would suffer plenty of abuse from Narina in the weeks to come, and if Shiro could heal faster she would be more useful that way. Once it was all over Shiro was sewn up. Already the skin was being fixed, she would be good as new within a few hours. "Just what... did you do?" Narisia smiled, coldly at him. "Don't worry your cute little head about it. It's above your paygrade, if you know what's best for you." She didn't want a toy that her mother made for her. She wanted a toy customized by her, for her. This was the only way to make sure Shiro was someone that could be trusted. "All of this stays a secret. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be waiting in my room."

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❝My job is to make sure that the Princess is happy and healthy.❞

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Shiro slept until the next morning, she was small after all, and the medicine in her took hours to wear off. She finally came to sometime around noon, a bit sore, but in hardly any pain. Was the damage that bad? Shiro wondered, that even her sense of pain was wrong? Or perhaps she was still in shock? She shivered, buried beneath a pile of blankets. She had, had a fever after she was sewen back up last night, her body attempting to adapt to whatever it was the Princess had done to her, not that she was aware that the Princess had done anything. "Good morning," one of the nurses smiled at her, scratching behind her ears. "G-good morning," Shiro stuttered in reply, tears welling up in her eyes. She was alive, she hadn't died in her sleep after all. "I'm going to call the Doctor in, once we're certain that you can eat, I'll bring you some breakfast." Shiro nodded, the nurse helping her sit up.

She looked at her hands, flexing her fingers and wiggling her toes. She could feel all of it, including the tube in her side to reinflate her lung. "H-how?" Shiro whispered in wonder. She began to tear up again, sniffling as the Doctor entered and wiping her eyes quickly. "Sitting up already?" He listened to her lungs, satisfied with their progress. "It seems your fever has broken, which is good." He pricked the bottom of her foot with a needle, Shiro whimpering. "Sensation is there, let me see your hands." He dragged the back of a pen across them, then asked her to close her eyes and touch her fingers to her nose. Even he seemed surprised by the amount of progress that happened seemingly overnight.

How was this possible? Shiro didn't know, but she suddenly felt like crying again. "I didn't think this could ever happen, I thought I would be broken forever." The Doctor and Nurse both had a pitiable expression on their faces, they were fully aware of the abuse that Shiro underwent, the entire castle was aware, but no one could do anything to stop it. "You're going to be just fine," the nurse pat her head comfortingly. "Now, how about some breakfast?" Shiro nodded her head, tail unconsciously wagging. "Yes please," the nurse brought her a tray, breakfast consisting of a bowl of fruit and buttered toast dusted with honey and cinnamon. There was milk too, for strong bones, since Shiro's had always been weak. Who was taking care of the Princess? Shiro wondered while she ate. She had to get better quickly so she could get back to work.

After all, the sooner she could work, the sooner she could prove her usefulness. After all, she did not think she would survive being thrown off of the balcony a second time. The memory of it made her heart squeeze painfully in her chest. Her eyes widened when something wet sat between her legs, her cheeks turning bright pink. "N-no," she whimpered, pushing the sheets away to look at her shame. She hadn't felt it, she hadn't even noticed. "N-nurse!" the curtain opened quickly, the nurse rushing inside. "What is it Shiro? What's wrong?" Shiro looked down, the nurse's eyes following. "Oh, I see," she smiled kindly, no doubt used to dealing with this sort of thing. After all, the castle only employed the top in their field. "Let's get you cleaned up before the Princess gets here."

After a quick sponge bath and change of gown and sheets, Shiro was squeaky clean. She tugged the blanket over her, not wanting the Princess to see the embarrassing diaper she now had to wear until the Doctor could check what was wrong. Would the Princess come visit? Shiro doubted it, but the nurse had said she would and just in case... well... Shiro didn't want her to know. She didn't want the Princess to think there was anything wrong with her, she had to be perfect, that was her job, to be perfect, to be cute, to never be taller than the Princess, to always be there in case Narisia ever needed anything. She was a tool, a dog to be used by her Master and nothing more.

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❝Cold as ice, rigid as a glacier, that is what they've always called me.❞


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"Good morning, Princess. I'm Lynnia, your replacement maid today. Now get up so I can dress you." An unknown and strange maid was here with blue eyes and orange hair that did not look good with her blue eyes at all. "Who are you? What about Shiro?" Despite only just haven woken up Nee was still composed and poised as she always was. Something like grogginess wouldn't affect her behavior. "Since she's still asleep after her fall, I was assigned to take care of you today." What, did her mother think she was incapable of doing anything herself? "Now get out of bed so I can put you into your dress Princess." Narisia rolled her eyes, wanting nothing to do with this Lynnia. "I already have a lady in waiting. You're not needed here."

Lynnia paused, gulping. "P-Princess, this is my job, so I insist that-" Narisia narrowed her eyes and it was as if the room's temperature dropped by twenty degrees. "I said you're not needed here. I hope I don't have to repeat myself a third time." The expression on her face made Lynnia flinch and the redheaded maid took a step back. "Ugh, like mother like daughter. I'm going to get in so much trouble for this." Lynnia stomped off then, leaving Narisia alone. Already she felt a little bit relieved that the stranger was gone. She didn't need anyone, but at least Shiro was custom made. "Ah, perfect." She input the password and connected to the special router built into Shiro's body. "Good, an internet connection just for me." Now she wouldn't be able to have her internet usage be monitored by her mother.

The ice princess decided to dress herself then, since there was no escaping being dressed. Thirty minutes later of trying to do this she ended up stuck in a dress, her limbs all tangled up and she couldn't escape. She decided to remain like this and not bother escaping the dress trap she stuck herself in, amusing herself by reading a novel on her phone. An hour later there was a knock and then the door opened. "Princess, just what in the-" Prince Semyon stared at her for a few moments. "We were wondering why you didn't show up, but I suppose you really are helpless. Here, I'll help you." The Tartarians that came for her homecoming party were due to leave tomorrow, so he and his staff would still be around now.

"How do you know how to do this?" Narisia asked, not particularly embarrassed to be seen in her underwear by her betrothed. He wasn't particularly looking in any case. "I used to help my sister into dresses before she fell ill." He explained, his touch gentle as he tied the corset and made sure everything fit nicely. "There, that should be gone. Do you need help with makeup?" Once everything was finished the couple left the room. "Am I too late for the carriage ride?" He nodded, smirking a little. "A little bit. What do you want to do now?"

His question was answered when she and he arrived at the medical ward where Shiro was having registry papers done to discharge her. The doctors were still baffled by how she was healed up like this so easily, seemingly overnight. "We should do a scan to-" Narisia interrupted him with a smile. "How about you let her go so she can attend me." He nodded, afraid of her, like all staff should be. At Shiro's bed Narisia touched the puppy's head with a slight smile. "Shiro, you need to wake up. It wouldn't do to fall behind in your studies." There were still books and articles waiting to be read that Tutri Vance had assigned them. "Shall we go back to my room?"

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With breakfast over, the Doctor came to listen to her lungs. "Wow, that sounds much better than I was expecting." He nodded to his assistant, the nurse. "It seems we can take this out now and stitch you up," they clipped the stitches holding in the chest tube and put a few in Shiro's side to close her back up. The nurse placed a bandage over it, "you'll need to wait until your discharge papers are done before you can leave, alright?" Shiro nodded, feeling rather helpless in all of this. What should she do while she waited? She was still a bit sleepy from the surgery. She curled up on her side, the one without the stitches and pulled the blanket up, perhaps a quick nap wouldn't be a bad idea? She fell asleep quickly, her body still needing to heal.

Shiro awoke when someone pat her head. She stirred, her eyes going from sleepy to fully alert when she saw the Princess. "I-I'm awake!" She sat up too quickly, her head spinning. "What do you need Princess? I can bring it to you." She nearly tumbled out of bed, her tail swishing back and forth eagerly. "Y-yes, we can back to your room." She hardly noticed Prince Semyon standing in the doorway, seeming amused. Of course, in Tartaria, they didn't have technology like impants, so no doubt seeing a lady-in-waiting with puppy ears and a tail must have been somewhat odd. "Please allow me to escort you," Shiro fumbled into a curtsy before recalling the diaper and quickly putting the hospital gown back down. It wasn't exactly the most decent, considering it was open in the back.

She walked the Princess back to her room and quickly entered through the door that took her to her own room. Shiro wriggled out of the hospital gown and quickly went through her clean dresses, most of which looked the same. She took pause to examine herself in the mirror. It felt as though everytime she looked at herself, there was a new scar. She looked at the cloth diaper around her waist, her cheeks heating up in shame, and quickly shuffled herself into a new dress. "We can do this," she murmured to herself in the mirror, taking in a deep breath and stepping out of her room and back into the threshold of the Princess's bedroom. After all, it would not be appropriate for the Princess and Prince Semyon to be left alone.

"Princess, if need be, I can bring you two snacks?" Shiro's tail was still wagging unconsciously. Could it be happiness that she was still here, able to serve? Or something else? Shiro did not know.

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❝Cold as ice, rigid as a glacier, that is what they've always called me.❞


【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#4ca2b8 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #8b4cb8】

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Shiro seemed to be doing well. The nanomachines in her blood stream were probably hard at work to keep the pitiful thing in a healthy state. "You were busy being injured, so you missed a day of tutoring." Narisia told her lady in waiting with a tiny smile on her face. "Weren't we supposed to learn together?' Already Shiro was in a servile mood, wanting to please. Was it an instinct that was beaten into her? "You may wish to change out of that gown." It wouldn't do to have Shiro dressed with her back open to the world like that after all. "Perhaps after doing your reading I could take you two out on a trip on my airship?" While Ashia enjoyed its angel ships that flew in the sky, Tartaria had warships that took on the shape of dragons. Prince Semyon piloted one such ship, it was currently parked near Lake Asphodel's shores.

No snacks were necessary. "Let's read through the material and then answer the questions Tutri left for us to solve." Each day there was a list of pages to read, and questions to answer that they needed to submit as homework. "Queen Narina, my mother, gave you permission to officially take part of Tutri's classes, so from now on I'll be able to keep an eye on you." Especially so no one would be able to tamper with one of her possessions like that again. Narisia was able to handle most of her problems, and she offered to help Shiro as well, though the nanomachines in Shiro's body were supposed to help facilitate her learning. It was all experimental, but Narisia made sure they were safe.

Once finishing up on homework was finished Semyon was waiting for them, leading them to the docks. His dragon ship was pure white, looking like icy snow. "Feel free to come aboard the Forseti." That was the name of his ship of course. "Come along, Shiro, it'll be a nice view of the horizon." She stepped onto the bridge, which transported her up to the top of the ship through an elevator chute system. There was only a skeleton crew on board right now, but it was all you needed to operate the ship in non-war times. Ourania was in a state of peace, none of the four nations were at war with each other. Semyon took them to the piloting room, which naturally had the best view of the glistening Lake Asphodel. All the problems of the world seemed so small from this high up.

The gravity thrusters whirred, and the ship began to rise as Semyon manned the controls, the skeleton crew taking their positions as supporting pilots. Up in the sky they went, until Ashia Palace's circular city on the island became akin to a dot. "Look, we're almost at the clouds." Did Shiro like the view? Her phone was still connected too, it looked like the internet router inside of Shiro had quite good service even this high up. As they sailed across Lake Asphodel there was suddenly an alarm. "Prince Semyon!" One of the pale skinned Tartarians did a strange military salute. "We've spotted an airship of pirates headed this way, but we aren't equipped with our weapons." Semyon looked at them with a little smile. "We'll outrun them back to Ashia's territory." He said with an affirmative nod. "You two ladies should sit down, it'll get a little bit rough now."

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❝My job is to make sure that the Princess is happy and healthy.❞

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"I apologize P-Princess!" Shiro hurried into another curtsy, careful to keep herself concealed. "I-it won't happen again!" Of course, Shiro could not promise that she wouldn't get thrown off of the balcony again considering she could not predict the likelihood of the Queen targeting her; which of course, was very high. "A-h yes! Of course!" Shiro bustled off to change her clothing, it wouldn't do to sit around in a hospital gown, it wouldn't be appropriate to be seen with the Princess like this. Once back in her uniform, Shiro rejoined the Princess in her corridors. "Yes, let's," Shiro agreed, uncertain as to why the Princess wanted her to go through these courses. Her tail swished, both eager and nervous. If she answered a question wrong, after all, she still feared punishment.

Even if the Princess had turned the collar off, there was still an off chance that Shiro could be punished. "Princess," Shiro started nervously, about halfway through playing catch-up. "I understand that you and Tutri want me to go through with these lessons," she was nervous, it was obvious by the way her tail was furling and unfurling. "But I don't understand why. I've received a basic feducation from the Queen n-not that I'm not grateful! B-But for a p-person like me to know these things... it seems... l-like a waste of time to teach them to someone like me." Shiro was expendable, she was one of the Excess, a breed of humans below even the Rubbles. While Rubbles could at least provide some services and skills, Excess were exactly as they sounded. They generally lived in poverty and disease, in the sewers.

Most of them did not live past the age of thirty and often perished from disease while working in the sanitary business. They kept places clean, but the chemicals used to do so often caused cancerous growths that killed them. No one cared about the excess, whether they lived or died. The only reason Shiro was alive was because one of the Queen's ladies in waiting had found her abandoned, after hearing crying in the ewers. There were no parents to be seen and she was brought to the palace, where she was hand raised by the Queen to be Princess Narisia's lady-in-waiting. After lessons, they were invited onto Prince Semyon's warship. "Ah-yes! Princess, please wait, your dress!" Shiro lifted the hem of it off the ground, not wanting it to get caught.

She had never been on a warship, she had never been this high up before either. She sat still, rather terrified by the height. When Prince Semyon announced it safe to get up and move around, Shiro did so cautiously. The view from so high up was making her legs shake. "Are you sure it's safe?" She whispered, afraid to so much as touch the bullet-proof windows. Prince Semyon's look became troubled. Shiro sat down, strapping in. "P-Princess, please hold on tight." Shiro didn't want her to get hurt of course. Her tail was stiff, giving away her fear.

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Shiro was questioning why she was being pushed to study by both Tutri Vance and by Nee herself. The Princess gave her an odd look and leaned in a little to get a better look of the little puppy girl. "Tutri Vance wants better treatment for women in Ashia." She said, recalling the words the tutor had said to her. "So she wants more girls in the palace to have better education." Even in the Untouchable Tier, it was usually the men who went to school and the girls who waited to get married. The Cherubim family was a perfect example - because there was only one son, all of the family pressure and stress fell onto Itward's shoulders while his four sisters got to relax. "As for me, well, I think you're pretty special, Shiro. There aren't many people like you." The fact that Queen Narina handled most of the political side while King Azel took care of foreign diplomacy was a big question mark for many noble families. A lot of people even now still doubt Queen Narina and look down on her for being a woman in charge.

Shiro was special and unique. It'd be hard to find someone else that would live with the modifications done to her body the way both Narina and Narisia did to her. It would be a waste for Shiro to be replaced with someone without those changes. "I want you to be my second in command when I am Queen." Shiro would receive a high position to reward her loyalty once it was Nee's turn to ascend to the throne. "So these lessons should help prepare you for your responsibilities once it's time." It would be difficult, but a basic education wasn't enough since that would only put Shiro on the same level as the general population of Blossoms. She needed more to be worthy of being an Untouchable.

It did not seem that Shiro was liking her time in the Forseti warship. "Where's the supply room?" Narisia asked, holding Shiro's hand to try and quell her fear. "You just want to look at what machinery we have in there." Semyon sneered, sighing. "Down the hall to the left. But you might fall and hurt yourself if you try walk-" Narisia stood up despite the turbulence, deciding she didn't particularly care about the risk. "Thank you." He narrowed his eyes at her. "Hey, wait!" But she ignored him, there was something more important to do. The problem with her current project - making a smaller gravity engine - was that she didn't have powerful enough materials for it. Inside a military-equipped warship there would definitely be the materials she was looking for.

Down the hall to the room on the left the room was clearly labeled. Nee fell, almost hitting her butt on the metal floor when the ship made a sudden turn. One of her heels broke, but she decided to pay it no heed. Opening the room she was greeted to a great many spare parts, just waiting to be dissected. It was like a room of paradise. Her eyes lit up with childish glee as her hands gently touched whatever she could. She had a bag and began taking what she needed, placing them carefully into her storage bag before turning to leave the room when the ship made another sudden turn, and as she tried to fix her balance a large cogwheel above her head trembled in it's box, about to fall over onto her head. She didn't notice it though, she was busy picking up her bag of "borrowed" supplies.

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Shiro was anxiously sitting beside the Princess. She kept her gaze fixed on the floor, hardly aware of her tail thwipping anxiously back and forth, or the Princess's hand giving her own a gentle squeeze to try and quell the fear that was deep inside of her. "Princess, you can't!" Shiro squeaked as Narisia rose to go and inspect whatever technology Prince Semyon had that Shiro could not provide for her. She swallowed hard, her tail no longer swishing. "Princess, please come back!" Shiro leaped to her feet, one of the crew members stepping in front of her. "Please sit down, you don't want to get hurt." She anxously sat back down, hanging on to the rails. "I don't want the Princess to be injured," Shiro would be punished if the Princess came back and had problems.

Shiro crept off when they weren't looking, following after the Princess to try and bring her back. "Princess, there you are!" Shiro spotted her, holding a bag of clearly smuggled items. "Pri-Princess look out!" Shiro pushed her out of the way. Princess Narisia was important, Princess Narisia had a purpose. Shiro was only a lady in waiting, she was a bug, a fly on the wall. The cog fell, Shiro shielding the Princess with her body. It hit her, crushing her leg, the cog rolling and falling on top of it. She whimpered as she fell to her hands and knees, the pain not as bad as she thought it would be. She could bear this, she could protect the Princess from this. "Pr-Princess," Shiro panted. "Pl-please ret-return to yo-your seat!" The puppy squeaked, her tail limp beside her.

"What are you two doing!" Prince Semyon had discovered them lingering in the hall. "Princess, I am relieved you are alright," he took a look at the bruise she had. "I said to hold on tight," he said and called over two crew members to assist in lifting the cog off of Shiro's leg. One of the crew members carried her carefully to the bench, "amazing, your leg is reforming itself." He breathed, looking at the injury Shiro had sustained. Shiro's eyes widened, the bleeding had already stopped. How was this possible? She didn't know. "Are you human? Are you a cyborg?" Shiro squeaked, pulling herself away and falling off of the bench and onto her butt. What was wrong with her? What was happening? Had the Queen done something while she was asleep?

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With a thud Narisia realized something went wrong. A cog nearly hit her but his Shiro instead, who had somehow followed her here despite her fear of heights. Already questions were buzzing around in her head. "Does it hurt?" She asked suddenly. "What does it feel like?" While the normal person would think it was concern, Narisia was merely curious to see how her experimental technology was doing. It was healing already even under the gear. "It'll be okay, someone will come help us soon." Unconsciously her hand drifted to the tail curled up coming from Shiro's body. It was nice and fluffy, a weakness Narisia didn't realize she had. When Semyon came, chastising them and having staff help remove the cog she barely noticed, she was still touching the fluffy tail.

"If she's all healed up, then there's nothing to worry about." Narisia said simply. The ship had stopped, they must be back at Ashia Palace now. "And the pirates?" Semyon grinned, his white hair stark against the sun. "We got away. They wouldn't dare try to pick a fight with us here." The small band of pirate ships was vastly outnumbered, so there was no way they would risk a fight with the entirety of Ashia Palace's airship force. When they stepped off the elevator, Semyon gave a little wave and Narisia was ready to head back to her room when she was interrupted by a redhaired man waiting there for her.

Itward Cherubim grinned as he held up his phone. "I found them." He said with a smile. "The girl who was impersonating Aine at your homecoming." Her heart skipped a beat. Cress was found? And whoever it was that Cress was with? "I have my people looking for them now. Do you want to keep updated, Nee?" She nodded, keeping herself as composed as possible. "Please do." A frosty curve rose on her lips. "Someone who would impersonate my dear friend like that should really learn not to do something horrid like that." He blinked, staring at her. "So why are you still holding that?"

Holding what? Narisia looked down, startled to see she was still gently squeezing Shiro's tail. "It's just a part of being a Princess." She used to have a stuffed animal she would carry around with her everywhere, a big white bear friend. But then her mother beat her and told her she wasn't allowed to have friends like that anymore, and she never saw Honeybear ever again. "I don't understand, but don't do anything that would get you in trouble, okay?" He scratched his hair, looking oddly at her.

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Shiro was staring at her leg, unable to comprehend what was happening. Why was her leg reforming? Why had she stopped bleeding? What was happening? What was wrong with her? What had the Queen done to her this time? She could feel panic and bile rising in her throat. "You look sick, here, drink this," one of the crew handed her a ginger scented drink and Shiro drank it slowly, holding the cup with two hands. The Princess had sat down beside her, she was stroking her tail for some reason. Did that please her? Shiro didn't know, but she wouldn't protest. The Princess brushed the injury off, saying that Shiro was healed. "Y-yes," Shiro knew she should not let it bug her, if the Princess was not worried, then she shouldn't be either.

Yet, for some reason, she could not help but have a sense of violation. Her entire ubringing was controlled by the royals, but she had been vaguely aware of everything that was happening to her. The fact that something had been done to her while she was asleep made her feel cold. Of course, Queen Narina had always taken pleasure in watching Shiro squirm. Was Princess Narisia the same? Shiro shook her head, it was her duty to serve, not to think. Besides, what was the chance the injury wasn't as bad as Shiro had thought it was? After all, it hadn't hurt that much... had it? She already couldn't remember. The puppy tried to cheer up, but she coudn't help but get the sense that Narisia was looking at her as though she were a science project and not another human being.

Upon landing, Shiro picked up the bag the Princess had been carrying, clutching it against herself. "P-Princess, pl-please let me carry this!" It was heavy of course, but this was part of her duty and Shiro would perform it. She followed Princess Narisia off of the airship and onto the solid ground, which was a relief to feel beneath her feet once more. Itward Cherubim was waiting for them, an Untouchable and noble. Shiro stayed a bit behind the others, wanting to give them space of course and curtsying when Itward looked at her. She held onto Narisia's bag, not wanting the Princess to lose whatever valuables she had collected during their time on the airship. Prince Semyon looked at her strangely, he had been staring at her for quite a while, Shiro realized.

In fact, all of Semyon's crew was. They were looking at Shiro as though she had two heads. She turned away, blushing, wondering what was happening. "Princess, perhaps we should go inside?" Shiro suggested, hardly noticing that the Princess was still holding on to her tail. It did not have true nerve endings, so Shiro had no sensation from her puppy tail or ears. "Sir Itward, would you like to come in as well?" Shiro could put up tea for them, or perhaps fetch snacks? It was nearly dinner time, however, she wouldn't want to spoil their appetite.

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|| Dual-Ego || Hanser ||




They were back on land now, which was a good thing. Shiro wanted to help carry the new materials she had, but Narisia didn't particularly want her to. Shiro was a clumsy little puppy, someone like her might drop them by accident. "Okay." She said with a slight bit of hesitation. "But be careful, they're delicate." They parted ways with Semyon only to find Itward Cherubim with the news that he might have found the two girls who came to the party, sponsored by rebels and acting as Aine and her servant. He grinned eagerly at her, wondering what her response would be. Naturally, Nee did not really want to find them. Why? Because Cress was there of course! But since it was Cress, it would be best to personally take part in the investigation in order to try and protect her.

"Once the time comes, invite me along. I'll help with the investigation." Narisia said with a little smile, knowing this was the only way to try and protect Cress. If she could find the machine that transported people back and forth to and from Earth, then she could catch Cress and put her into it and take her back to where she belonged. Nee wouldn't go though, because in the end, Ellen Winter never really existed. She was just a fake personality made up by an amnesiac. It hurt to think of it like that, but she had to stay here. This rottten city was where she belonged. "Then I'll begin preparations for the hunt." Special Enforcers under the Cherubim family's name would be hunting for the two girls now. "Don't forget to message me when it's time."

Shiro invited Itward in but he shook his head. "Sorry, I should go back home and check on Nio." He left, waving as he turned his back. Nee would happy go back inside though, she was feeling a bit tired out from the adventure today. Nio was a cute little thing, she always loved to sing. What was she doing right now? Evidently she was doing alright, Itward was looking after her. "Let's go in." Narisia said in agreement. "So they stop staring at you like that." Shiro belonged to her, no one else was allowed to stare at her. Nee put a lot of work into making Shiro perfect, she didn't want others to stare like that.

Almost immediately after entering the palace there was a surprise waiting for them. A flutter of red hair and a wolfish smile, Herno Cherubim pounced on them both, delivering a kiss right on Nee's lips. She blinked but was unphased as Heron licked her lips then pushed Shiro to the wall, kissing her next. "I'd appreciate if you didn't scare my lady in waiting like this." Nee pulled Shiro into her arms protectively and Heron grinned, a light dancing in her eyes. "Oh? Are you scared I'll serenade her away with my charms?" With a twinkling laugh, Heron did a little swing of her hip. "Don't worry, there's enough of me for the both of you pretty ladies."

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❝I am a hell in high heels. ❞

【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#CD5C5C ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #C5E3BF】

|| Flaws || Bastille ||




There was something amiss, Cress was acutely aware as soon as she woke up. Her eyes were bleary, she was confused, her limbs feeling weak. Memories flit through her mind, a car accident, the hospital, recovering, coming home to a new cousin and her Aunt. No, this wasn't Sierra Nevada, that much she could tell. A woman stroked her head, her hair black as night, a scar going down one of her eyes. Xion. It all rushed back to her, Cress attempted to sit up, but hands pushed her back down. "Don't move too quickly," Xion directed. Cress was laying in the softest bed she had ever felt, the down of the covers so hot they almost seemed to smother her. "Aya? Where's Aya?" Cress slurred, looking around the room in confusion. "Aya went home, she had to return to her Father's side." Xion replied, sitting on the edge of the mattress.

Cress lay back against the pillow, pulling the oxygen mask off of her face. "I wouldn't do that," Xion's expression was stern. "Why not?" Cress looked at the drip hanging off of the side of the canopy, going into her arm. "Because the muscle relaxers are still in you, all we've managed to do is dilute them in your blood and keep you breathing. The half life won't happen for another day. Go back to sleep," Cress couldn't sleep though, her nerves were frayed. Xion shook her head, pushing the mask back onto Cress's face forcefully and strapping it behind her ears. "Sleep," Xion said again, turning off the lights. Cress felt inexplicably tired in that moment, she closed her eyes, drifting back off despite the anxiety and panic clawing at her throat, telling her not to.

She awoke two days later, the muscle relaxers having worn off. "I don't know what Heron was thinking," a familiar voice mumbled from somewhere in the room. "Could've killed a horse with that dose," Cress pulled the mask off of her face, feeling smothered. She turned in bed, recognizing the Doctor in training. "Oh good, you're up." He turned to look at her, evaluating her quickly. "You seem much better than before too." Cress sat upright, her head no longer spinning and her limbs back in her control. "What am I doing here? Where's Aya?" Cress asked, unable to recall the last time she had awoken. "Aya is in the Rubble Tier, where she belongs." Corren replied, "she should've never been involved with this mess, that girl." He shook his head and turned back to look at her, holding something in front of her face. "I don't know what that says," Cress replied, still unable to read their language.

"My apologies, I forgot you weren't able to read this." Corren adjusted his glasses and looked down. "While you were asleep, I tested your blood. I used samples of the Queen's blood to test against it. It was a genetic match." Cress stiffened, having a general idea, but not truly knowing what that meant. "What do you mean?" She asked, wanting clarification. "It means-" Corren began, clearing his throat. "That are you more than just cousins with the Princess, Cress, in fact, I suspect... you're twins." The wind was knocked from her lungs, she felt as though the entire room was caving in as darkness overtook her and she passed out from the shock.

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❝With the magic of positivity, anything can happen!❞


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|| Girl Inside || Mika Kobayashi ||




Pain swelling in her chest, in her legs. Aya was happy though, so it was okay. She sat in her room, the lights turned off, staring at nothing in the darkness. She was happy, but she still needed to sit here and wait. She wanted to be a good girl, after all. "You're taking time off work." Father told her. "So just be a good girl and sit at home." She liked working though, she liked being able to help and be useful. Was there going to be a bruise? The squid didn't know, but it sure hurt to breathe. She sighed, looking at her hand in the dim light. After returning from the Princess's homecoming event at the party she rushed back to her father's side. She knew she didn't have permission to be out so late, and she didn't want him to be mad.

He still was mad though, and when dad was mad it was proof that Aya did something bad. She wanted to be a good, kind, obedient girl, so she knew she needed to be good. Father called in, claiming that she was too sick to work for now so now she wouldn't be able to help with money or anything. Her job was to be punished until Father decided she was good again. She sighed wistfully, then slapped her cheeks. "No! No, be happy." She whispered, psyching herself bacl up. "Smile! All you have to do is smile!" That's right! No matter how much of a bad girl she was, as long as she smiled didn't that make everything better? She would show Father the magic of smiles and positivist once he got back from work too, she would show just how much of a good girl she was.

She loved her father most in the whole wide world, so it was okay. Was it sad that she didn't meet back up at the tunnel to see Crescent Winter again for more adventures? Was it sad that she wouldn't get to keep helping her new best friend? It was okay, she didn't need best friends because Father said so. "You have to be a good girl, Aya." Father told her sternly when he heard about her having a friend. "So you can't go around making new friends." She nodded, that probably made sense. She was a little dumb, so she would trust father's judgment.

There was a creaking at the door. Father looked tired as he returned home from work late at night. "Welcome home!" Aya limped, greeting him with a big wide smile. He nodded, putting his jacket on the hangar. "I'm home." He said, weary after a long day at the factory. Was it working? Was her smile strong enough to melt away the fatigue? He punched her in the stomach, making her fall over onto her face. "I don't know what you're doing, but I hope you're still being good." He glared at her suspiciously. It was hard to breathe and Aya winced, holding her tummy. What was wrong? Was she not smiling hard enough? She decided to smile with all of her strength. "You look strange." He muttered, kicking her in the side. "Just be a good girl, okay? I love you very much, Aya."

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|| Girl Inside || Mika Kobayashi ||




After digging his nails into the skin on her wrists Father decided it was time to go to work. "Be a good girl and stay home. You're still recovering after all." He looked at her carefully, cradling her head in his arms. She trembled, rubbing at her bloody skin, punctured by the dirty nails on his hands. "Y-yes, father." She was a bad girl, she was very bad. "I don't want you to be involved with the resistance anymore. It's a dangerous job, and I want you to stay safe." There was concern and care in his voice as he braided her hair. Aya nodded, smiling brightly. "Of course! I won't put myself in danger and make you sad, father!" Smile as bright as you can, smile as if you were the sun shining light on everyone else. That was all she needed to do.

The door closed. Aya stared at it for a few seconds, nursing her wounds, rubbing at her bruises. Then she remembered that she needed to smile, so she smiled at nothing, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "Okay! Let's make the house nice!" It would never be as nice as the houses on the Blossom or Untouchable Tier but it was okay. If she could at least clean the blood off the floor it would make everything better. Smiling and humming a funny tune, Aya found an old dusty broom in the closet and got to work, sweeping the bristles against the old wood that made up their home. She coughed, limping funny. After the adventure with Cress, her new best friend, father was very unhappy to see her with makeup and nice clothes. "You're a Rubble!" He roared, making sure to teach and discipline her properly. "You have to know your place! Stop getting people's attention and be obedient!"

Ashia Palace was a dangerous place, the squid knew this very much. So she very obviously cowered when someone broke down the front door. "Geez, what a mess of a situation. Never thought I'd end up going to the Rubble Tier." Farrel the fox eared Blossom was looking about, sniffing. "Aya, come out. I know you're here." She continued to cower inside a cupboard, making herself as tiny as possible. She had to be good, she couldn't be a bad girl again. Oh, what was she going to do about the broken door? "Cress is on a dangerous mission, so she needs someone to back her up and be her escape. You're the best one for the job." He grinned, looking about the dirty kitchen. "Weren't you two going to be best of friends?"

Aya was stupid and an idiot and not good at anything but she knew what manipulation was when she saw it. Still, even though she knew that she couldn't just let her friend face danger alone. She would just have to let Father discipline her again later once the adventure was over. She crawled weakly out of the cupboard, her body riddled with injuries, her leg never feeling right again ever since she had been taught not to play with the resistance. [color=#30b818]"O-okay. Aya will be good... so show Aya where to go." Farrel grinned, helping her up to her unsteady feet. "Get your bike. We're gonna get you cleaned up, then go take care of dear Cress." He would wait for her signal with the signal stick, but wouldn't hesitate to break in in an emergency. With Aya's peerless gravity bike skills, it'd be easy getting in and out.

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❝I am a hell in high heels. ❞

【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#CD5C5C ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #C5E3BF】

|| Flaws || Bastille ||




"What's a cute girl like you doing in a place like this?" Heron crooned, she was at the gate, as expected, her shift almost over. Cress blushed, she was supposed to be shy, Xion had coached her for this. "P-please help me!" Cress squeaked. She had a fake limp and was wearing rags. "What is it?" Heron caught her, practically dropping what she had been holding to catch Cress. "M-my Master kicked me out, he said I was useless and I can-can't go back to the Rubble Tier!" She sniffled, fake crying into Heron's shoulder. Despite the falsified story, the tears were real. Heron eased them both down, her expression oddly soft. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you. A pretty girl like you won't have to go back there." Cress's eyes watered once more, she swallowed hard and nodded.

"So soft," Heron murmured, rubbing one of the bunny ears between her fingers. "I'm leaving early!" She swept Cress off of her feet and carried her away, through the gate and to the Untouchable Tier. "So pretty bunny, do you have a name?" Heron teased, Cress acutely aware of her arms wrapped around Heron's neck. A name, she needed to think of a name similar to the outlandish ones they had here. "Kairi," it was close enough to her own name that she wouldn't think twice if she was called by it. "Okay Kairi, I'm Heron." Heron lifted her palm and kissed it, Cress blushing. They reached the Untouchable Tier and went to a large building, clearly apartments. "We'll get you cleaned up, but don't be too loud, we don't want to alert the head of the knights that I've smuggled you in."

Cress nodded, putting a finger to her lips to indicate that she would be quiet. They went through the back, taking an elevator up to the top floor. "I've got the run of this floor, since it's pretty small and I'm pretty sure Itward is paying someone under the table, but we're not on speaking terms right now so I don't know." The lift opened right into the living room. The apartment was large, taking up the space of the entire top floor. "Wow, you've got a huge apartment." Cress admired, it was nicer than the house the rebels had in the Blossom Tier, if that was possible. "Yup and it's all mine, or rather, our's." Heron grinned, placing Cress down on her feet and taking her hand. She led her to a bathroom, possibly the fanciest bathroom that Cress had ever been inside of.

"I'll show you how to use it, I'm gonna grab you a towel and some clothes. Okay?" Cress nodded, watching as Heron showed her the dials for hot and cold, water sprayed from every which way. There was a soap dispenser and shampoo and conditioner that you could add your own scents to. Once that was taken care of, Heron went off and Cress figured she should shower, she wasn't sure how long it had been since she had last bathed, but she suspected she really did smell. She peeled off the ugly dress and stood in the spray, the warmth enveloping her like a hug. There was no door and yet somehow, all of the water stayed within the confines of the strange shower. Cress was rather enthralled by it.

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|| Girl Inside || Mika Kobayashi ||




Before she could go and help back up Cress though, Farrel wanted to take care of something of hers first. She was taken back up through the tunnel that lead tot he Blossom Tier where she would have her wounds taken care of. "But Cress." She insisted, making sure to smile even though she wanted nothing to do with the Resistance. Cress was her friend but these people were dangerous. The squid would make sure Cress was okay but then go back to Father where she belonged. "But what? You need to be taken care of first." There was obvious pity in the fox eared man's eyes as he looked at her. Why? They just didn't understand the kind of person Father was, the kind of daughter she was. It was love, they were family, no one else had any right to interfere.

"Well, if you don't wanna stick out like a sore thumb, you need to be better dressed and take a bath." Farrel's tone had a joking manner but even someone stupid and useless like Aya knew that he wasn't joking. This wasn't a negotiation, there was simply no two ways about it. "Okay." She wanted to ride to Cress's rescue and see her favorite fire head girl's smiling face again but that would have to wait. Aya allowed Farrel to lead her back to the resistance base, a simple nondescript building. Xion was already there, her eyepatched face nodding at her in acknowledgment. "Welcome back, little squid." She said, approving. "Cress will be glad to see you safe here with us." Safe? Aya didn't need to be safe, she needed to go and be where Cress was, right now.

"Let's get your injuries taken care of." Farrel pushed her to the side room where Xion moved in, rolls of bandages and ointments in her arms ready to administer. "I'm not as experienced as Corren with these medical materials, but he's busy in the Untouchable Tier right now." Corren wasn't officially with the resistance anyways, he didn't want to rebel, he just wanted to help out those of the Rubble Tier who couldn't help themselves. "Don't take too long." She winced, flinching as the ointment stung and burned on her open wounds, punctured flesh.

Eventually though, it was done. Aya found herself dressed in a green biker jacket and form fitting pants that felt much less comfortable than her baggy rags she liked to wear from the Rubble Tier. She got on her bike and was forced to wear a helmet over her blonde locks. "Here's a map, if you know how to read it." Aya frowned, glaring at Farrel. "I do know! Aine taught me to read!" She stuck her tongue out at Farrel and then revved the engine of her gravity bike. Crescent Winter, her favorite fire head girl, needed to be picked up after all.

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【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#CD5C5C ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #C5E3BF】

|| Flaws || Bastille ||




Heron waltzed inside mid-shower, delivering a towel and a shirt. "I wasn't sure what your size was, but I grabbed this for now." She averted her eyes, which Cress was rather surprised about. Despite her nuances, Heron really was a knight. Once she was done in the shower, Cress wrapped the towel around herself, finding it to be warm. "Thanks," she murmured, her hair dripping. She wasn't used to such long, heavy, hair. Ever since she was a child, Cress's mother had kept it short to keep it out of the way of getting tangled in tree branches or in the garden. "Want some help?" Heron offered, holding out a hair brush. Cress buttoned up the white shirt she was borrowing for the time being, her rabbit ears soaked. "Sure," Heron pat a seat and Cress sat down, surprised by how gentle the knight was. "Your ears are so soft," Heron pet one, Cress's cheeks turning bright pink as a sensation filled her. She didn't know what it was, but she felt good-almost sleepy.

"Alright Kairi, I guess we should talk about your pay and stuff since you'll be serving me from now on. Let me see your ID chip," Cress nodded, swallowing hard. She rolled up her sleeve, holding out her hand. Heron waved a tablet over it, all of Cress's fake information popping up. "Alright, you're now registered under me. So if anyone gives you any trouble, just send 'em my way and I'll arrest them." She waved a pair of handcuffs around, but Cress had a feeling that Heron had other ideas for them. "I-I don't expect you to pay me!" Cress followed her out of the bathroom, she had been coached on what to say and now, well, she almost fell bad. Then she remembered that this was the same knight that had nearly killed her the other day at the ball and all thoughts of feeling bad were immediately swept from her mind.

"Just letting me stay here and work for you is enough-" Heron pressed a finger against Cress's lips. Why was everything about this knight so frustrating? "Think of it as a stipend, I get to come back to meals and a clean house and you get new clothes and can buy stuff. I've only got one bed for now, but I guess tomorrow I could go buy another one. We'll have to share it for the night." Cress suddenly had the urge to punch her, but had enough smarts to act shy and blush, looking away quickly. "O-okay!" She turned back towards Heron, who was watching her. "Wh-what's wrong?" Cress blinked, her bunny ears standing up. "Nothing," Heron shook her head. "You must be hungry, I've got some food. You'll have to go buy some while I'm at work tomorrow."

Heron placed two bags in what Cress assumed was a microwave. They came out larger and smelling good. Cress's surprise was genuine. "Dinner is served, it's nothing gourmet, but it'll do for now." Cress dug in, the flavor nothing like she had ever tasted. "What is this?" Cress didn't even realize that her tail was wriggling and Heron was watching it with a grin. "It's instant meals, us knights get a ration of them. They're pretty gross if you ask the others, but I think they're good." Cress nodded, she too, thought they were good. "I like it," she sat back in her seat, finishing her food slowly to savor the strange taste she had never had before. "I guess you don't get stuff like this in the rubble tier, just that nutrient paste." Cress nodded, grimacing at the reminder.

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|| Girl Inside || Mika Kobayashi ||




Aya was not happy. She did not want to be here. She wanted to get Cress back quickly and then go home to father. She couldn't be away for long or else he would be mad and lonely. Family was supposed to stick together and he was all that she had left. Why were the resistance officers trying so hard to keep her away? "Cress is going to be under cover for a few days, so you have to stay here on the Blossom Tier and wait until she needs your help." Farrel told her, kneeling down to her height. "So just stay patient and remain here." She shook her head, puffing out her cheeks. "While she's here why don't we give her something to do?" Xion suggested with a little grin.

The eyepatched lady had an idea. Aya was not eager to hear what crafty plot she had concocting for the poor squid to have to deal with. "Aya, you went to school before, haven't you? With Aine and Serpina Dorones, they were teaching you?" School? What was she planning? "I have to work, A-Aya doesn't have time for school!" She struggled, trying to escape but she knew she couldn't, not with her leg messed up like this. She had a permanent limp right now, but she didn't care. The limp wasn't going to stop her from rushing over to Cress's side! "Aya needs to go and help Cress!" She didn't want her friend to be undercover all alone. "Let's enroll her in the Camellia Academy." Xion suggested with a knowing nod. "That way Aya can get a little bit of proper socialization for a girl her age."

Farrel put a hand on his chin, seemingly liking that idea. "But she can't go as Aya, she would have to be in disguise." He said, thinking deeply. They were talking over her now, deciding her fate like lofty gods deciding what to do with a piece on the cosmic chess board. "N-no! Aya won't go!" Farrel gave her a lollipop to pacify the blonde squid for now. "Do you have any other names you like? This is the best way you can help Cress right now." He said, taking her by the hand. This was how she could help Cress? By going to school? "This way you'll be in the area to save her if the signal comes." Cress had the stick with her but the stick was useless if they weren't ready to rush to save the day.

"Th-then if it's to help Cress... Aya helps friends." She had an odd feeling she had no choice in the matter one way or another. "You'll need a different name." Farrel repeated himself, looking at her intently. "Do you have any name you want to use?" Name? Was there one? It meant being a bad girl and going against her beloved father's hopes and dreams, but there was a name she hadn't gone by in a very long time. "K-Kohyra." Her voice was thin and weak. "Korhya Filia."

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❝I am a hell in high heels. ❞

【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#CD5C5C ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #C5E3BF】

|| Flaws || Bastille ||




Heron went rather mad ordering clothing from virtual catalogues. Cress watched, rather in awe, that Heron could merely press a button and it was ordered. There was no finnicking with credit cards or calling numbers either. "Wow," Cress breathed quietly, watching from over Heron's shoulder. "There, that should do it. Now you've got some stuff you can wear." Cress nodded, following Heron into the bedroom. "I-I can sleep on the floor!" Cress suggested, fidgeting. She was not comfortable with the idea of sharing the bed with a stranger, especially one that had tried to kill her. "Don't be shy, there's plenty of room for both of us." Heron pat the space beside her, it was true, there was plenty of room. Cress crawled under the covers hesitantly, her bunny ears flopping over her face as she lay down on what was probably the softest bed her body had ever graced.

It was as though she were laying on a cloud, the sheets whisper light and cool to the touch. "Night," Heron flicked off the lights. For a while, Cress simply lay in bed, listening to the sound of Heron breathing. Eventually, she managed to drift off, waking up to the sound of an alarm. "I'm late, I'm late. Crap, the Captain is gonna kill me!" Heron danced around the room, pulling on her pants and buttoning her shirt. "I left a list of stuff that has to be done on the table, okay Kairi? I'll be back around lunch to check on you!" Cress watched her leave and yawned, closing her eyes to catch a few more minutes of sleep. "Bye, have a good day." She whispered, but found herself unable to drift back under. With a sigh, Cress kicked back the covers and rose, finding box upon box stacked in the hallway with Heron's name on it. Could this be the stuff she had ordered last night? Grabbing a knife from the kitchen, Cress tore the first one open.

A maid uniform. Yup, that's exactly the perverted outfit Cress had expected Heron to order. She dragged the boxes in one by one, changing into the uniform to make sure it fit. She hung the rest up in the spare room and glanced at the list Heron had left her. Grocery shopping, okay, Cress could do that. Except, she had no idea where or how those were bought. She swallowed hard, it seemed she would have to venture out, alone, for the first time. "I should take stock first and see what Heron has." She had to earn Heron's trust before she could really begin to ask questions and pry, but for now, Cress would merely dig around the house to see what Heron had.

As it turned out, not much. There was no secret cabinet full of important papers, or a locked briefcase, or anything the spy movies on earth had prepared her for. In fact, Heron's apartment barely seemed stocked with much of anything. "Tchh, that womanizer is more man than woman." She put on a pair of shoes and took her list with her, it seemed it would be up to Cress to figure out how the groceries worked. She took the elevator down to the first floor and left through the back, recalling that she could not read this strange language. Great, it seemed this really would be an adventure.

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❝With the magic of positivity, anything can happen!❞


【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#30b818 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя [color=#HEX2]#SECOND[/color]】

|| Girl Inside || Mika Kobayashi ||




Somehow Aya found herself enrolled in Camellia Academy, a school for Blossom girls who wanted to receive a good education and live a decent life. There were lots of strange things being taught and Aya was forced against her will to sign up for a series of classes. "I think you could major in Etiquette." Farrel said with a mocking smile. "Want me to input it?" Xion seemed entertained by the idea of Aya majoring in gardening, considering how no plants could grow in the ruined Rubble Tier. In the end they decided to keep her in the general stream, since they wanted her to have a somewhat normal experience without too much worry.

After a fitful sleep and the knowledge that once she returned home Father was going to definitely be very angry, Aya groggily went to school. It was weird being made to sit down and learn things instead of follow orders on a screen and create things with her hands in a factory setting. The teachers kept on talking about things and Aya was made to introduce herself multiple times as a new transfer student in each class. "Hello, I'm Korhya Filia." She recited, going by the script she was given by Farrel. "You can call me Kora for short!" Did she like it? No, she did not. But if this was the only way she could somehow help Cress in the future then she would do as ordered. Dumb resistance, the squid should've known better than to get involved with dangerous folks like this.

Once school ended for the day Aya found herself very bored and upset. She only agreed to go to the Blossom Tier because she was promised Cress but in the end Cress wasn't even here! The blonde squid was lonely. "If I was an eggplant Cress could have my nutrients." Aya said quietly to herself as she found her trusty bike in the yard where students left the building in search of freedom. Would she get to escape this stuffy and dumb school uniform soon? "If I was a tomato, Cress could make me into yummy juice!" She wanted to find her new best friend to reaffirm the friendship. Being needed by Cress felt - it was a strange feeling. She had never ever been needed before. But now she wasn't even needed and Cress was doing a dangerous mission all alone.

Someone nudged her before she could rev the engine of the gravity bike. Aya looked over her shoulder at the mean person who would tap her shoulder like that. How dare they interrupt her thoughts? "Aha, I thought I recognized you. It's been a very long time!" Aya blinked, looking at... herself? It was like looking into a mirror. The same blonde hair, the same green eyes, the same devilish smile. "Aya?" The real Aya Filia, thought dead, grinned with excitement. "Yeah, it's me! And you're Kora, my twin sister! You're so pretty now!" But how was this possible? Wasn't she long dead? Seven years ago Aspen pushed her into the well and Aya was never okay ever since. How was she standing? How was she breathing?

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❝I am a hell in high heels. ❞

【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#CD5C5C ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #C5E3BF】

|| Flaws || Bastille ||




Groceries, groceries, Cress tried to find something that would remotely fit the description. She was walking around blindly, attempting to discern what the strange letters meant. As far as being a maid went, Cress thought she did a decent job. Before leaving the house she had unpacked the boxes, made the bed, swept, and mopped. She had looked in the cupboards and saw that Heron did not keep much, so it seemed she would have to buy everything Heron was missing. A bachlor pad, Cress realized, was the equivalent of what Heron was staying in. "Excuse me," Cress stoped a woman pushing a floating baby carriage. "Yes?" The woman glowered at her and Cress stiffened, hoping that she seemed unassuming. "D-do you know which way the groceries are?"

"That large building with the sign that says "Superstore," Cress nodded, thankful and bustled away. She felt as though she had been scrutinized and was glad that she was disguised. She sighed with relief once she entered, it wasn't a trick that sent her right to the authorities, she was really there. An hour later, she had returned with a floating car that held all of the bags. This place was some sort of strange future of what earth might look like. She needn't scan anything, as soon as she walked out, she simply touched her ID chip against the reader and it simultaneously scanned everything in her cart. Heron would be charged for all of it, of course, since Cress or Kairi was now registered there. Heron was waiting for her when she got back. "Oh, look at all that stuff." Her eyes widened, but she didn't seem worried or surprised.

"Your house was pretty bare, so I thought you could use some things." Cress said, attempting to appear meek. "Including plants?" Cress blanched, she had hardly noticed the flowers she had put into the basket. "I-I thought they were pretty," she looked down, fidgeting. "Well, they are nice, not as nice as you, but they'll do I guess." Heron helped her unpack everything. "You did a good job today, I got out of work early so I figured I would come back, but it turns out I've got a meeting soon." Cress nodded, "I-I can cook something really quick!" She suggested, wondering if Heron had noticed that Cress had gone through all of the drawers. "No, you've done enough today." Heron grinned, "I'd treat you, but I'd say you bought yourself enough treats with those plants." Cress turned bright red again.

She turned towards the plants, already clipping off anything that looked wilted. "So... do you work with the Princess and Queen a lot?" Cress asked, figuring it was an innocent enough question. "Yeah, the Princess and I are good friends. Want me to introduce you?" Heron joked, she was drinking something in a large mug, Cress suspected it must have been the equivalent of this world's coffee. "Really?" She whirled back around, figuring this might be her chance. "You really know the Princess?" Heron didn't seem surprised, as though everyone questioned her legitamecy. "Yeah, I'll prove it to you! Tonight, you and I'll go meet her!"

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❝With the magic of positivity, anything can happen!❞


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|| Girl Inside || Mika Kobayashi ||




The last thing Aya saw of her sister - or to be more accurate, the last thing Kora saw of her precious twin sister was that she was dying in her room, bleeding to death due to her wounds from falling into a well thanks to Aspen pushing her in. How could she have possibly survived that? What happened exactly here? Kora needed to know, because nothing made sense, her head was spinning and whirling worse now than it usually did. Aya narrowed her eyes as Kora continued to stare blankly at her. "Come on, what did I teach you?" That's right. Aya told her something that couldn't be forgotten. So she broke into a big side beaming smile and Aya nodded, smiling affirmatively. "Good girl, that's right. You're supposed to always smile.

A bike drove up by them then. A helmet was removed, revealing a white haired boy riding it. "How was your day at school, babe?" He leaned down to kiss Aya, who giggled and accepted it. "It's good. I found someone I thought I'd never see again! Aspen, do you remember her?" Kora's heart beat painfully, as if it was trying to burst out of her ribcage. "Aspen? But didn't you-" A hand was placed over her mouth, silencing her quickly. "It was a real long time." Aspen said, looking at her in surprise. "Hey, get on. I think we should have a bit of a talk." Two people who Kora never thought she would ever see. Aya, her dead twin sister and Aspen, their childhood friend who vanished after having killed her.

A small apartment - bigger than most houses in the Rubble Tier but smaller than the average dwelling in the Blossom Tier - the door opened and Aspen invited them both in. Aya giggled, taking her shoes off as if she owned the place, it was evident she had been here many times before. Kora was stunned, staring at them as if she were looking at zombies. "How?" She asked once the door was closed. "A-and why not me? Why leave me behind?" Because of Aspen their whole family had been ruined and Father broke, turning him into someone different than he had ever been before. The two lovebirds looked at each other and squeezed hands.

"It was a plan. Aspen and I both wanted to escape the Rubble Tier, so we came up with a plan." Aya said with a solemn look on her face. "We wanted to be more than just slaves working away in the factories. So we decided to risk everything on a gamble." They explained it all to her. They faked her death than he ran her to the Blossom Tier in the dead of night after her family gave up hope on her. They could only hope and pray that they could find Serpina Dorones to take them in and give her medical help so that she wouldn't die. "And now we're here." Aspen affirmed. "And you made it here too. We're all back together again."

Aya took Kora's hands in hers. They were once identical but Kora's were rougher and marred with scars while Aya's looked clean and soft. "We couldn't find a chance to bring you with us." Aya's voice was soft. "I'm sorry for leaving you alone for all this time."