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Ivan Charde

"Don't you go puking on my bar now.."

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a character in “Deliverance”, originally authored by SilverInk, as played by RolePlayGateway

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"So what's your poison? What don't trust me?"




[ Don't Mess With Me |Temposhark ]



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Image⌈Boss as he is known by his Tavern regularsβŒ‹


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⌈MaleβŒ‹


⌈MageβŒ‹


⌈Tavern OwnerβŒ‹


⌈F A C EXC L A I MβŒ‹
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Image⌈P O T E N T I A LXI N T E R E S TβŒ‹
Open: His current bed has been shared by a variety of women throughout the years and on one unmentionable occasion an extremely pretty male. These encounters are ones he recalls with fondness as it keeps the difficulty of his past away. He truly hopes to find someone to remain with once again in the very large shoes to fill of his former wife.

⌈S K I L L SβŒ‹
    ‑ SKILL Elemental Emotions || Can convert the emotional read of an atmosphere or with enough focus can purely convert the emotions of a singular person. With the use of a metal wand as a conductor, three elements can be produced depending on the emotional current. The first being fire which relies on anger, frustration or in rare situation lust, the fire produced is difficult to control, but exceeding strong. Another drawback is that the usage of this element is its time limit is extremely short much like anger is. The second is the element of water drawing power from sadness, longing and despair. It is not very powerful, but can be molded into a variety of uses and is easy to direct. The third element relies on happiness, excitement or nervousness resulting in a random assault of lightning from the sky enough to stun someone if struck, the chance is very low though. The other practical use being conducting a current of electricity through the bow-staff to give it an extra kick.

    ‑ SKILL Wand Manipulation || The wand easily bends to its owner's will and can be used in a situations such as extending its length and transforming it into a make-shift bow-staff to be used in close quarters. Not suitable against armored opponents or for lengthy combat. It's other use is splitting itself in two, with one half to be used as flute to control the creature that will form from the second half. Given the small size of the staff, the creatures themselves are small such as a snake, crow and an adorable kitten. Only the snake is particular in combat and it has to be used in a stealthy manner, least it be crushed. The crow can be used in delivering messages or as a well-time distraction. While the kitten is just something to get women to coo over and gain Ivan admirers..its too cute to resist.

    ‑ SKILL Reading People || Given his occupation is that of having to listen to many a drunk person drink their sorrows and reveal their life story to his attentive ear, he has become quite adept at reading a person's face. All it takes is a sweaty brow and twitchy finger to catch his attention.

⌈S T R E N G T H SβŒ‹
    ღ STRENGTH Patient || Given the nature of his magic, he has to be patient in order to access it or else his own frustrations could easily block the flow of magic.
    ღ STRENGTH Survivalist || A paranoid, but potentially life-saving mindset as it is not uncommon for him to do a repeat sweep of a new environment taking in all the possible exits and entrances, the general opinion of the crowd as well as any potential allies and enemies. His pockets seem to always be a tool as bandages, keepsakes and a few coins always seem to be hidden in them somewhere.
    ღ STRENGTH Cunning ||
Once he figures out a person and what makes them tick, he can easily try and push the right buttons that turn the opponent's emotions to suit his tactic in battle regardless if it has hazards such as causing the enemy to go into a berserk rage or to go into a state of shock. All that matter is that he is able to get out with his own skin in tact.

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    Ξ¨ WEAKNESS Low Alcohol Tolerance|| Could be the most unsuitable..or best depending on one looks at it as his chosen occupation constantly surrounds him with fermented goodies just waiting for the lucky soul to pay for an overpriced drink. One single strong shot can easily knock him on his ass and send him out like a light..hence the reason he keeps an emergency flask on him just for situations when everything become too insane.
    Ξ¨ WEAKNESSWomen || Considers himself to be a gentlemen at heart when it comes to courting the ladies and can be easily moved by a few tears or batted eyelashes of an opponent. Can literally not find the strength to physically strike back against a female opponent, choosing to flee over fight.
    Ξ¨ WEAKNESS Over-protective || Has an extremely protective streak over the people and items he deeds important. With items he can become uncharacteristically harsh if someone touches a keepsake without permission. As for people it is a little more than an annoying trait to have a mother hen constantly over your shoulder to those he cares about. While he can end up becoming rather mopey or dejected if his romantic pursuits become difficult.




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⌈P E R S O N A L I T YβŒ‹

|| Energetic † Regretful † Softhearted † Protective † Creative ||


An energetic and optimistic business owner would be one way to describe his demeanour. His genuine cheerfulness can be a bit much if the person is not used to it as he can and will talk your ear if off. One could almost see his heart visibly melt at the sight of any adorable in particularly children, a favorite pastime of his is performing miniature magic shows for the local children. His nature is relatively relaxed, unless he is provoked far enough or someone he cares for is being harassed. However, any mentions of his past history can cause an air of sadness to appear over Ivan as he considers not being there for his wife one of his biggest regrets considering he felt he was a cause in her death. Still, a smile seems to constantly line his face as he looks toward the future with hope.



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In comparison to his current life as the owner of a relatively successful business, his past was like the turbulent storm and his present is the calm of it all. Given his magical nature, his childhood was an interesting one filled with discoveries every single day as he discovered his talent with emotions one day when his younger sister would not stop crying and her tears turned to bubbles right before his family's eyes. However, once this talent manifested it began causing problems as it could be troublesome if the child Ivan began yelling and small specks of fire began appearing around the boy's feet scorching a good part of the wooden floor of the house. A family friend suggested a way to conduct the energy in the form of a metal rod which was utilized as a wand with a few adjustments by Ivan. Eventually the boy became a young man as he spread his wings and left his childhood home to travel the world as a magician performing minor shows of magic to earn his daily bread and catch the eyes of local girls.

His wandering ways ended the day he locked eyes with a beautiful flower girl selling roses out of a basket. His way of introducing himself was to have flowers appear from his wand and begin bartering with the girl as to way his flower. The semi-flirting lead to an impromptu date at a local tavern were in an effort to show off, he challenged her to a drinking contest, testosterone overriding his brain screaming about his low tolerance. His next memory was waking up in an unfamiliar bed with a splitting hangover along with the woman scolding him lightly. The next couple of months became a blur as the two fell deeper in love and eventually wed under an old oak tree. A humble house in the outskirts of the town of Woodsrain became their home as the two settled in. All that changed one night as a group of mercenaries barged into the home with a poster describing a mage who had burnt down a nearby village..mages were rare in those parts so it seemed as Ivan found himself at sword point by the uninvited group. A few minutes later, one mercenary badly maimed and the others fleeing at the sight of the enraged mage, the land was scorched by lightning strikes and burnt trees..a few minor fires being dosed by a sudden cloud of rain as distress overtook the anger. Guilt plagued Ivan as he comforted his weeping wife as the two left their home to resume traveling out of fear of persecution.

The traveling and constant moving took a toll on their marriage as Rose began longing for the comforts of a familiar bed and hot meals prepared by her own hand. It was becoming stressful on Ivan to provide for his family as well as fear of prejudice took away one of his only skills and so he began moonlighting as a bartender in the random towns they traveled by. Haunted by the guilt of uprooting their life and barely making a living, Ivan requested that Rose remain behind in the recent town they had chosen to stay in. An argument ensued as Rose protested their way of living was fine and Ivan did not need to worry so much. Still determined to provide more Ivan walked out the door, with a final plea from Rose..it wasn't enough. Ivan eventually found work as an entertainer in a traveling band, only to receive a letter weeks later that his wife had been killed in a robbery...managing to hid her wedding ring and those that found her sent the last bloodstained momento enclosed the letter. An unexpected thunderstorm occurred that night as grief and anger flowed from Ivan..he left the band and began traveling alone once again at the age of twenty-one.

About three years went by as Ivan's feet finally became weary as he found a steady job and caring hand under an elderly tavern owner who had no children of his own. The elder's generous and tenderhearted nature rubbed off on the broken mage as he found himself performing magic shows for children on his days off, and his heart began to heal slowly but surely. A minor blow occurred when the kind old man finally passed away leaving the care of tavern in the hands of his young protΓ©gΓ©e who stepped up to the plate. He found himself dwelling less on the past and became one with the present as many amorous courtships of women began as he struggled to find the right woman to replace the ache in his heart. One day he stumbled upon a half-starved but still stunning young woman in front of his doorstep and offered her a place in the tavern just like the past owner had in his personal time of need.


So begins...

Ivan Charde's Story

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Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Princess Yuna Character Portrait: Atsuko Tateyama Character Portrait: Kuro Botan Character Portrait: Ivan Charde Character Portrait: Aeeron Character Portrait: Luquiere K. Lilant Character Portrait: Prince Sangre Character Portrait: Kiyoko Character Portrait: Pariya Character Portrait: Eleven Character Portrait: Ellen Winter Character Portrait: Korhya Filia Character Portrait: Crescent Winter Character Portrait: Shiro

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❝I am a hell in high heels. ❞

【ɗιαƖσgΟ…Ρ” cσƖσя:#CD5C5C β™™ тнσυgΠ½Ρ‚ cσƖσя #C5E3BF】

|| Flaws || Bastille ||




"Here's the plan," Xion began. Heron and Cress were both tied to chairs in the rebel base. They had to keep up the charade, of course, that Cress was not part of the rebellion and simply a girl working for Heron. They didn't know, of course, that Cress had told Heron in a drunken stupor what her true identity was. "Why should I do anything for you?" Heron growled, clearly unhappy about being taken. Cress acted meek and scared the way she was supposed to, Farren having tied her bunny ears together with a scrunchy. "Because this is an innocent girl that was taken by your brother," Xion slammed her fist against the wall, making Cress jump. She straightened, fixing her eye patch and clearing her throat. "As I was saying, here's the plan. Heron, you're going to distract your brother. You'll take your servant- what's her name?"

"Kairi," Cress supplied in a meek tone. "You'll take your servant Kairi and Farren, who will act as your other servant. You and Kairi will serve as a distraction while Farren extracts Aya. Once Aya is secure, Farren will give you the signal and you can leave as though nothing happened." Heron grit her jaw, struggling against the zip ties that bound her to the chair. Cress didn't struggle, Farren had barely even tied her down. "And why should I help you? What's in it for me?" Heron asked, her leg bouncing. "You get to join the rebellion and go against your brother and we'll let you keep your little bunny slave instead of freeing her." Xion grabbed Cress by the rabbit-ears, the pain in Cress's expression very real. "Too hard," Farren whispered in Xion's ear, but she didn't let up. They had an act to keep up, of course.

Heron's mouth drew into a tight line. Her eyes met Cress's, a supposed innocent bystander to all of this. "Fine," Heron sighed, it seemed she had no other choice. "We'll do it, but after that, you'll leave my servant and I alone. If you try something again, I'll be delivering your heads to the Queen myself." Xion released Cress's ears, which flopped over almost immediately. The tears of relief in the corners of Cress's eyes were very real. "We leave in an hour," Xion made her exit. Farren was nice enough to release them from the chairs, locking the doors behind him. It seemed until it was time, they would be stuck in this room. "Heron, we can... escape through the window? You don't have to do this." Cress made a lame attempt to open the window, which was, predictably, locked. "No, I do have to. My brother's kidnapped an innocent girl who was forced to play Untouchable by these rebels. I've gotta go set him straight." Heron grabbed Cress's hand, drawing Cress into her arms. "I'm not gonna let them hurt you."

The guilt Cress felt was real. She was using Heron just as much as everyone else here. She shouldn't feel like this, Heron nearly killed her, so why did Cress feel a pang in her chest? The hour seemed to pass far too quickly. Farren opened the doors when it was time to go and led them to an unmarked van. "Ready?" He asked and before they could answer, it shot off down the road. "Itward and I aren't technically on speaking terms," Heron muttered, clearly frustrated by all of this. "Maybe Nio'll open the door so I don't have to talk to him." Cress touched Heron's shoulder. "We can do this," she tried to smile reassuringly, but the risk of being caught was great.

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Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Princess Yuna Character Portrait: Atsuko Tateyama Character Portrait: Kuro Botan Character Portrait: Ivan Charde Character Portrait: Aeeron Character Portrait: Luquiere K. Lilant Character Portrait: Prince Sangre Character Portrait: Kiyoko Character Portrait: Pariya Character Portrait: Eleven Character Portrait: Ellen Winter Character Portrait: Korhya Filia Character Portrait: Crescent Winter Character Portrait: Shiro

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❝I am a hell in high heels. ❞

【ɗιαƖσgΟ…Ρ” cσƖσя:#CD5C5C β™™ тнσυgΠ½Ρ‚ cσƖσя #C5E3BF】

|| Flaws || Bastille ||




They stopped a block away from Itward's home. The three of them exited the vehicle, Farrel fixing his ears in the reflection of a window before Heron ushered them along towards a large house with an even larger gate. "Welcome to the Cherubim estate," she grumbled. It was nearly midnight now, the perfect time for a home visit, apparently. Heron had work tomorrow and Cress, well, she would just be waiting in Heron's apartment, so it wasn't like it mattered. Heron pushed a button on the gate, crossing her arms. "Itward? It's me! It's Heron, let me in!" She spoke into an invisible camera. "Can't believe I'm doing this." She muttered, grasping Cress by the hip, almost as though it were a reflex. Farrel didn't seem nervous in the least, unlike Cress and Heron, especially Heron.

The gate opened, the three of them walking inside. The door opened as though someone were waiting for them, but there was no one there. It was creepy, almost. "This way," Heron led the way. Itward was waiting for them in in what Cress assumed was a parlor or drawing room. Before he could catch sight of him, Farrel slunk away, going to find out where Aya was being hidden and hopefully rescue her. "I thought you weren't speaking to me?" Itward asked casually, inspecting his nails. Heron crossed through the threshold, Itward's eyes flickering upwards. They went immediately to Cress, whom Heron was attempting to obscure behind her. "What's that? A new girl toy for you to play with?" Cress's cheeks heated up immediately, her rabbit ears twitching.

"That's why I'm here." Heron said softly, taking a seat on the opposite end of the room. She grabbed Cress's wrist, pulling her onto her lap. "Itward, there are rebels listening." Heron of course, worked for the Queen. To betray the rebels meant ensuring her future and good standing as a knight, but she wasn't going to let an innocent girl continue to be tortured. "Heron, what are you doing?" Cress whispered, Heron's grip tightening around her. "This girl is related to the Princess, I rescued her from the rebels. They followed us here, I'm sure they're listening right now." She was going off script, she was going rogue. What was Heron thinking? Itward leaned forward. "Ridiculous, the Princess does-"

"It's true," Cress cut him off. "E-Princess Narisia and I are sisters." Itward was silent for a moment. "How can this be? The Queen nor Princess ever made mention of another heir." They needed to abort the mission, Heron had spilled too much and yet-this was Cress's best chance of getting close to Ellie. "You can test my blood," Cress held out her arm. "If you truly are related to the Princess, you can't stay with my womanizer of a sister. You'll stay here, I'll appoint a room for you and-"

"No, I'd rather stay with Heron." Cress... trusted Heron more than she did Itward. She knew that Heron wouldn't purposely hurt her, she wasn't so sure about this redhead. "Nio!" Itward called outside the room, "grab me the blood kit!" He closed the door behind him. "How is Nio?" Heron asked softly, Itward sat back down. "She doesn't want to see you," he replied stiffly. Heron grit her jaw, her teeth grinding together. "I understand," Heron replied reluctantly. Itward rose when someone knocked, obscuring Cress and Heron's view. "Hold out your arm," Cress did as told, the cold wipe against her forearm making her slightly nauseous. The needle was different, it was more of a suction cup than anything. She watched as he tapped it against the vein, the suction pulling blood up almost immediately. There was no pain, none of the inconviences of earth.

"How are you gonna test it?" Heron asked, wondering if Itward had the Princess's DNA stored somewhere, which wouldn't surprise her. "Computers Heron, they do all of the leg work these days. Honestly," he shook his head, turning to the large computer that Cress had just noticed. He placed the vial into a slot, the computer reading her DNA. Cress watched, slightly entranced.

Only one match came up, Princess Narisia.

"Impossible, the DNA is near identical."

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Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Princess Yuna Character Portrait: Atsuko Tateyama Character Portrait: Kuro Botan Character Portrait: Ivan Charde Character Portrait: Aeeron Character Portrait: Luquiere K. Lilant Character Portrait: Prince Sangre Character Portrait: Kiyoko Character Portrait: Pariya Character Portrait: Eleven Character Portrait: Ellen Winter Character Portrait: Korhya Filia Character Portrait: Crescent Winter Character Portrait: Shiro

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❝I am a hell in high heels. ❞

【ɗιαƖσgΟ…Ρ” cσƖσя:#CD5C5C β™™ тнσυgΠ½Ρ‚ cσƖσя #C5E3BF】

|| Flaws || Bastille ||




"I've located Aya, I'm moving to extract her now." Farrel's voice crackled in Cress's ear. It was a relief to hear that they had found her and were taking her to somewhere safe. "Heron, she should stay here. I know you, you're going to prey on her." Itward and Heron were arguing while Cress sat on the couch, the two siblings standing across from one another, in the middle of a shouting match while Cress awkwardly watched. "I would feel more comfortable returning with Heron." Cress piped up, but she was barely heard. It seemed it mattered not what she wanted, despite being the one whose future was at stake. Cress rose, she was tired of playing the meek rabbit. Cress was better than that. She cleared her throat, both of them stopping long enough to stare at her.

"I said I want to return with Heron." Cress placed her hands on her hips, "I don't care about what happens next, but I want to stay with Heron. I feel safer with her," Heron sidled up behind her, a sly smile on her lips. She wrapped an arm around Cress's waist, her expression one of keen satisfaction. It was clear that for once, someone was on Heron's side and not Itward's. "Then you'll both stay here," Itward said suddenly, but Heron shook her head. "It's too far out of the way, I've got work in the morning. Look, I only came here to ask for your help, I don't need your protection." Itward was grinding his teeth at this point. "You said the rebels were after you, of course you need my protection! There's nowhere safer than our house!"

"Yeah, but I don't want to be here." Heron crossed her arms, releasing Cress from her grasp. Itward ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Fine," he said at last. "Fine, go back to your apartment. I'll come in the morning to pick Kairi up. You'll go straight to the Queen," Cress crossed her arms. "Isn't she the one that got rid of me in the first place?" Heron and Itward both looked at her. "We don't know that," Itward said after an awkard lapse of silence. "I don't think we should take her to the Queen," Heron agreed, her arm was around Cress's waist again, almost as though it fell there instinctively. "What about the Princess?" Itward inquired, taking a seat once more. It was past midnight now, they were all tired.

"I'm fine with meeting the Princess," Cress replied a bit too quickly. "Of course, she's your sister. I'm sure you're eager to reunite with her." Heron pulled Cress onto her lap on the couch again. "I'm just afraid that she's not who I think she is." Cress admitted, but they did not know what she meant by that of course. "I'm going to have my driver take you home." Itward pulled out what looked like a piece of glass, the screen illuminating, images projected above it. Cress had never seen anything like it before. "I don't want you taking the train this late. I'll be at your apartment in the morning, if Kairi is who she says she is, she needs to be coached. You don't just declare yourself a Princess and have the mannerisms of a rubble."

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Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Princess Yuna Character Portrait: Atsuko Tateyama Character Portrait: Kuro Botan Character Portrait: Ivan Charde Character Portrait: Aeeron Character Portrait: Luquiere K. Lilant Character Portrait: Prince Sangre Character Portrait: Kiyoko Character Portrait: Pariya Character Portrait: Eleven Character Portrait: Ellen Winter Character Portrait: Korhya Filia Character Portrait: Crescent Winter Character Portrait: Shiro

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

【ɗιαƖσgΟ…Ρ” cσƖσя:#FFAEB9 β™™ тнσυgΠ½Ρ‚ cσƖσя #63D1F4】

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Shiro was in slight shock. She looked between Princess Narisia and the rabbit-eared girl, who claimed to be a Princess as well. The DNA strains confirmed it. Shiro grit her jaw, wondering how there could be two Princess. Did that mean she was to serve both of them? How come she had never heard of or seen this Princess before now? Shiro nervously glanced between the Princess and the-other Princess. She called herself Cress, but wasn't that the same name of the girl that had been at the ball the other night? The one by the side of Aine? Or rather, the imposter Aine. Did that mean the other Princess was a rebel? Is that why Shiro had never heard of her? They would be staying here the night, Itward would not allow them to leave with rebels running around loose, but hadn't they already infiltrated his home?

"Wait, Ellie!" Shiro stepped quickly between the rabbit called Crescent and the Princess. "U-um please address the Princess by her name," Shiro said nervously, not wanting this imposter to disrespcet the Princess. "Fine, Princess Nari-whatever-"

"Narisia!"

"Your snootyness," Shiro crossed her arms. "Fine, Princess Narisia," she waved air quotes around the Princess part, but Shiro was satisfied for the most part. "I can't just go back to earth, I don't know how much time has passed there, if the continuum is different. I also apparently never belonged there. That woman on earth isn't my Mom and that man sure as hell wasn't my Dad. My world has been turned upside down and you're just giving me the cold shoulder. I'm sorry if this isn't what you wanted, but this isn't what I wanted either. I can't just go back, not without answers at least. I need to talk to to the Queen." Shiro glanced between the rabbit and the Princess, wondering if they could beleive anything she said.

"I think it would be best if all of this was talked out in the morning," Itward said decisively. Heron jumped in as well, pulling the rabbit-girl away. Narisia stepped forward, warning Heron to stay away from the girl. Shiro's tail wagged, wondering if she should say something as well to back the Princess up. "Relax Nee, I'm just protecting her." Cress, perhaps seeing Narisia's protective side as well, sidled up beside Heron. "I asked for her help," she cocked a hip, crossing her arms. "Everyone relax," Itward said suddenly. "Come, I'll show you to your rooms." He led them upstairs to the guest wing, Cress and Heron each given a separate room, per the legitimate Princess's request. "Shiro you can sleep in-"

"That's okay! I can sleep on the floor beside the Princess's bed." After all, she was just a loyal dog and she had to stay close to the Princess to protect her, not that she could protect her very well. "Alright then, I'll have a servant bring in a spare cot." Shiro's tail wagged as she opened up the door, glad she could do at least this much right. As she sat down on the mattress she suddenly realized that she had not been expecting an overnight trip. She had brought no change of clothes and no spare diapers. Her cheeks turned red as she came to this revelation, wondering what she would do. She couldn't very well stay in this soiled one, now could she? It would begin to smell in a few hours.

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Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Princess Yuna Character Portrait: Atsuko Tateyama Character Portrait: Kuro Botan Character Portrait: Ivan Charde Character Portrait: Aeeron Character Portrait: Luquiere K. Lilant Character Portrait: Prince Sangre Character Portrait: Kiyoko Character Portrait: Pariya Character Portrait: Eleven Character Portrait: Ellen Winter Character Portrait: Korhya Filia Character Portrait: Crescent Winter Character Portrait: Shiro

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

【ɗιαƖσgΟ…Ρ” cσƖσя:#FFAEB9 β™™ тнσυgΠ½Ρ‚ cσƖσя #63D1F4】

|| Echo || Gumi ||




Shiro was nervous of course, sleeping in the same room as the Princess would normally be considered indecent, but Shiro had to stay by her side. She would remain the night to make sure that the Princess was safe and stick by her side, which is what the Queen would want. If Shiro went astray, then she would be punished. She changed into pajamas that someone had set on the cot for her and went to the bathroom to clean out her diaper the best she could, it would just have to wait until tomorrow. Hopefully it wouldn't begin to smell in the meanwhile. "Goodnight Princess, don't be afraid to wake me during the night if you need anything," Shiro said as she tucked herself into bed, her tail wagging until she drifted off, thumb somehow ending up in her mouth as she slept.

"Shiro, come here!" One of the maids called out to her. She picked up the ball she was playing with in the garden and to meet the call. "What is it?" She asked, the maid's face a mere shadow. "The Queen is calling for you," she went stiff with fright. The Queen? Shiro had been living in the castle for as long as she could remember, but the Queen still intimidated her. "Yes, this way," the woman took Shiro's hand, they had all known this day would come, the day Shiro was finally old enough to begin her duties. She was small, never having been very big to begin with, but the day she was summoned by the Queen was one she had always been preparing for, both physically and mentally. Shiro clutched her ball as they neared the Queen's quarters.

"My Lady, she is here." The door opened, the Queen sitting on a velvet couch, wearing a dress that dripped with pearls. "Ah, there you are." Her smile was benevolent, but Shiro had seen her angry before, she knew that behind that smile were evil thoughts, bad thoughts. Shiro swallowed hard and curtsied, dropping her ball. "You must be Shiro," the Queen leaned forward. "Please, raise your head." Shiro braved a peek upwards, "from today on, you will be training to become my daughter's Lady in Waiting." She reached out a hand and Shiro braved a step closer, then another. The Queen's palm settled on her head, "so cute and small." She smiled, but it did not quite reach her eyes. "Let's ensure that never changes."


Shiro awoke to the sound of the Princess rising. Oh no! She had overslept, hadn't she? She expected her collar to shock her, she braced for it, then recalled that the Princess had-had it turned off. The first thing she noticed was the smell, the color draining from her face. "I-I apologize Princess for keeping this from you," Shiro hung her head, feeling slightly ashamed of herself. Nio came in then, with a change of clothing. Shiro took them gratefully, confused when Nio gestured for her to come with her. She looked between Nio and the Princess, but the Princess made the decision for her, Shiro would stay, because she served Narisia first. As soon as the door closed, Shiro's cheeks heated up with shame, her tail hanging between her legs.

"S-since that day I f-fell off the balcony, I haven't been able to feel when I need to use the restroom, so I've-" her cheeks turned even redder, if that was possible. "I've been wearing diapers and I didn't bring any spares b-because I didn't realize we were staying the night!" She bowed, wondering if the Princess would discharge her from service for being such a bad dog.

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Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Princess Yuna Character Portrait: Atsuko Tateyama Character Portrait: Kuro Botan Character Portrait: Ivan Charde Character Portrait: Aeeron Character Portrait: Luquiere K. Lilant Character Portrait: Prince Sangre Character Portrait: Kiyoko Character Portrait: Pariya Character Portrait: Eleven Character Portrait: Ellen Winter Character Portrait: Korhya Filia Character Portrait: Crescent Winter Character Portrait: Shiro

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

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|| Echo || Gumi ||




Shiro fully expected the Princess to find her disgusting, she expected the Princess to be repulsed by her presence and wish for her to be discharged from service. Her head snapped up in surprise when the Princess said that it wasn't her fault. She looked down at again, squeezing her hands together. The Princess knew that it was her Mother who had done this, but even so, Shiro could never admit to it. To blame the Queen for her actions was like asking to be executed. "I-I will!" Shiro looked up again, cheeks still pink, but her tail wagging. It was clear she was happy, her tail completely giving her emotions away. "Thank you Princess," Shiro curtsied, her relief palbable. Shiro didn't know what she would have done if the Princess fired her, she couldn't survive out there on her own.

Shiro didn't know if she could even provide for herself. She didn't know where food came from, or how to prepare it. The only thing Shiro knew was her life in the castle. "Yes Princess!" Shiro bustled off to the bathroom to change herself once Nio delivered the diaper. She made sure to scrub herself clean so that there was no smell and used a bit of scented oil, just in case. Once she exited the bathroom, Shiro assisted the Princess in dressing herself and then the two made their way to breakfast. Shiro sat beside the Princess, a rare occasion where she and the Princess could sit together at the same table, considering Shiro was a guest in this household as well. It made her nervous, but Itward insisted that it was fine.

Heron was feeding their prisoner breakfast, which Shiro was fine with. "What if she was blackmailed into doing it?" Shiro asked quietly. "The rebels aren't above using those means." What if Aya too, was a victim? Then surely delivering her to be executed by the Queen would be morally wrong? Shiro couldn't answer for the Princess though and it was the Princess who was offended by Aya's impersonation of her friend. A girl Shiro did not recognized came downstairs, she had bright red eyes and short cropped hair. She took a seat next to Heron, scooting closer to the table. "You must feel much better without all of those modifications," Itward mentioned, bowing his head.

It dawned on Shiro who the girl was. The other Princess! This must be what she looked like without her disguise! Shiro's eyes sparkled, while Princess Narisia's eyes were cold and calculating the second Princess's eyes were warm and fiery. She had her Father's eyes, while Princess Narisia had her mother's. "Good morning Ellie," she said, taking a bite out of a piece of bread. Itward suddenly rose, as though taken aback. "You-you're the other rebel!" Despite his yelling, the other Princess seemed unperturbed. "Well, yeah? How the hell was I gonna get to my sister if I didn't manipulate those guys?" Of course, she had barely done any manipulating, but they didn't need to know that.

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Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Princess Yuna Character Portrait: Atsuko Tateyama Character Portrait: Kuro Botan Character Portrait: Ivan Charde Character Portrait: Aeeron Character Portrait: Luquiere K. Lilant Character Portrait: Prince Sangre Character Portrait: Kiyoko Character Portrait: Pariya Character Portrait: Eleven Character Portrait: Ellen Winter Character Portrait: Korhya Filia Character Portrait: Crescent Winter Character Portrait: Shiro

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|| Echo || Gumi ||




Shiro sat back and looked at her lap, recalling that it was not her place to speak out of turn. "Yes Princess, I'm sorry." Shiro whispered, staring down at her plate. She had done something bad, hadn't she? She had spoken out of turn. It wasn't her place to mention things like whether or not Aya was actually a rebel. "It won't happen again," she picked up her fork, falling silent. Cress joined the fray, taking her seat beside Heron and next to Aya. Shiro watched her, she had none of the mannerisms of a Princess, placing both elbows on a able and running her finger around the rim of her glass of juice. She had no training, Shiro could tell, unlike Princess Narisia, whose posture was perfect and folded both hands elegantly in her lap. They were a stark contrast, fire and water. Not for the first itme, Shiro wondered where this Princess had been all of this time.

"With all due respect Ellie, I don't know what's real and what's not right now. That woman on earth isn't even my Mother." Cress's eyes were full of fire, Shiro swallowed hard, glancing at Princess Narisia. The second Princess sighed, leaning back against her seat, her arms crossed. "Sorry, I just... I want answers." It was clear she was confused, Shiro glanced back tentitively at the others. They all went back to speaking of Aya. Shiro's tail wagged tensely, wondering if they would truly let Aya go. "If giving you the information on the rebels will make you leave Aya alone, then I'll tell you." Cress replied, taking what Shiro thought was an angry bite out of her eggs. Was it possible to eat angrily? Shiro didn't know. "That's a good thing, Princess, right?" Shiro secretly hoped that Aya too, would get to go free.

"Promise me," Cress leaned back in her seat, she had finished off her food quickly. "I'll promise in the Princess's stead, since she cannot make such a vow." Itward said suddenly. "Give us the information you have on the rebels and Aya will go free. You have my word," Cress nodded, seemingly satisfied. Was it wrong that Shiro was glad that someone else was under extreme scrutiny for once? She was just glad they weren't looking at her. Cress took a long sip out of her juice, then at last started speaking. She told them everything, from the day she had gotten there, leading up to the ball, including the plan to befriend Heron and ask for her protection, then she confessed to getting drunk and confessing everything to Heron, who had promised to protect her before they-well-Heron covered Shiro's ears so she didn't know what that part was.

When Cress finished, she sat back in her chair and took another long sip of her juice. "That's a lot to take in," Itward had recorded the entire thing of course, so that he could listen to it later and review the information. "That's everything I know," Cress said at last. "I think you covered all your bases," Heron said shamelessly, patting Cress's shoulder. "Here, I'll get you more juice," she picked up Cress's cup and disappeared into the kitchen.

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Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Princess Yuna Character Portrait: Atsuko Tateyama Character Portrait: Kuro Botan Character Portrait: Ivan Charde Character Portrait: Aeeron Character Portrait: Luquiere K. Lilant Character Portrait: Prince Sangre Character Portrait: Kiyoko Character Portrait: Pariya Character Portrait: Eleven Character Portrait: Ellen Winter Character Portrait: Korhya Filia Character Portrait: Crescent Winter Character Portrait: Shiro

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

【ɗιαƖσgΟ…Ρ” cσƖσя:#FFAEB9 β™™ тнσυgΠ½Ρ‚ cσƖσя #63D1F4】

|| Echo || Gumi ||




Shiro listened quietly, Princess Narisia was angry at Heron for sleeping with the Princess, but for some reason, Cress seemed even angrier. She slapped her hand against the table, the other on her hip. "It wouldn't have come to that if you had just listened to me at the ball!" Shiro meekly sat back, her gaze falling to her lap. She coudn't protect the Princess from this anger, but somehow, she couldn't help but feel as though it was partially her fault. After all, she had mistaken Cress for another servant, she hadn't intervened when the Princess brushed Cress off. Shiro squirmed, her tail drooping. Nio pat her arm, shaking her head. No doubt she felt the pain of it as well, thinking that you had failed your Master, even if it wasn't actually your fault.

Cress sank back down. For some reason, Aya too, seemed angry about Heron and Cress's fornication. "What if-" Shiro squeaked, then recalled it wasn't her place. They were already staring at her though, she cleared her throat, unable to look up from her lap. "What if Aya was trained as a lady in waiting?" She asked quietly, squirming. "This way Cress has more credibility as a Princess once she's presented before the Queen?" She glanced at the Princess, wondering if her idea was approved or not. "I'm not going to force Aya to do anything she doesn't want to. I just wanted to save her from her abusive home." Cress crossed her arms, leaning back in her seat. Heron returned with more juice and Cress took her glass gratefully.

Princess Narisia began to describe what the Queen was like, cold, unforgiving, strict. Shiro had seen all of these attributes in the Queen. Of course, she had also seen a side most others, fortunately, did not get to see. Her cruelty. "It doesn't surprirse me," Cress replied, "considering the way you act around here." It wasn't an insult, technically, but Shiro felt insulted in the Princess's stead. Still, she knew better to talk out of turn, even if her tail was now wagging angrily. "Either way, we have to prepare Princess Cress for meeting her," Itward said suddenly. It was clear that Cress was set on seeking answers. "I think it would be safest if she remained here, in my custody, where she can be trained as a proper Princess.

"I want to stay with Heron," Cress insisted, crossing her arms. Shiro glanced back at Princess Narisia, then at Itward, then at Heron, who was beaming and had put an arm around Cress's shoulder as though to gloat to the others. What was going to happen? Shiro had no say of course, but Cress would lose credibility if she stayed with a lowly knight like Heron in the dorms. "Um Princess, what about an apartment in the Untouchable Tier? Not Heron's, but her own?" If the Princess approved, Cress could live there until the Princess could figure out how to return her to earth.

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Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Princess Yuna Character Portrait: Atsuko Tateyama Character Portrait: Kuro Botan Character Portrait: Ivan Charde Character Portrait: Aeeron Character Portrait: Luquiere K. Lilant Character Portrait: Prince Sangre Character Portrait: Kiyoko Character Portrait: Pariya Character Portrait: Eleven Character Portrait: Ellen Winter Character Portrait: Korhya Filia Character Portrait: Crescent Winter Character Portrait: Shiro

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【ɗιαƖσgΟ…Ρ” cσƖσя:#FFAEB9 β™™ тнσυgΠ½Ρ‚ cσƖσя #63D1F4】

|| Echo || Gumi ||




Cress glared, it seemed that there was a lot she didn't agree with, but wasn't in a position to bargain. "Just because you've ascended to princess doesn't mean you have to act like a cold bitch Ellie." She rose, Shiro rising too. She stood in Cress's way, who clearly intended to leave. "Y-you should apologize." Shiro's tail swished nervously. There was a fire in Cress's eyes, one that Shiro was afraid would consume her. "Why?" Shiro swallowed hard, it was clear that she wasn't going to be able to calm things down, but it was her job to protect the princess and in Shiro's mind, that meant from verbal abuse as well. "B-because she's your sister! Sisters shouldn't fight!" Shiro had never had a sister, she had never had a family. She didn't know what it was like when siblings fought.

"P-please?" Shiro tried, her tail sagging, "at least sit back down?" She tried to bargain. "Fine," Cress angrily went back to her seat, sitting back down and crossing her arms. "See? That wasn't so hard." Shiro sat back down beside Princess Narisia and continued to eat her breakfast as though nothing happened. Of course, Shiro couldn't possibly imagine what was going through either Princess's mind. She didn't know what earth was like, but perhaps one day she would ask? Unless the Princess did not want ot speak of it ever again, then Shiro would not. "I agree that Cress would be safest away from my sister." Itward crossed his arms, leaning back in his seat.

Shiro too, knew that Heron would creep on any vulnerable prey. No doubt the second Princess had been feeling especially lonely when Heron intoxicated her. "I can assign guards to protect her, private security so the Queen won't get word of this. Tutors as well, if Princess Cress wants to go before hte Queen, she needs to prove her lineage. No offense," Cress shook her head. "Don't call me Princess," she mumbled, her nails digging into her arms. Heron leaned over, placing a hand on top of Cress's and peeling it away so that Cress wouldn't hurt herself. As though she were a small child and not a teenager. It was an oddly gentle gesture, it was clear that despite Heron's womanizing ways, she truly did care for Cress.

"Princess-" Shiro suddenly squeaked, noticing the time. "P-perhaps we should leave the rest to Itward and begin making our way back to the castle?" It was almost noon now, which meant that they would need to be getting back. Princess Narisia had permission to be out, but not this late and no doubt the Queen would begin to wonder where they had gone. Shiro glanced at Aya, the rebel, and wondered if the Princess would truly let her go or if she had simply said that to appease her supposed sister.

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Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Princess Yuna Character Portrait: Atsuko Tateyama Character Portrait: Kuro Botan Character Portrait: Ivan Charde Character Portrait: Aeeron Character Portrait: Luquiere K. Lilant Character Portrait: Prince Sangre Character Portrait: Kiyoko Character Portrait: Pariya Character Portrait: Eleven Character Portrait: Ellen Winter Character Portrait: Korhya Filia Character Portrait: Crescent Winter Character Portrait: Shiro

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|| Echo || Gumi ||




Warm, like a fire. The King's hug was all-encompasing, Shiro couldn't help but lean into it. This wasn't her Father, she recalled, quickly pulling back, it wasn't her place. She stared at his eyes, fiery and red. She had never thought she would see eyes like that on another and yet, it was proof of that girl's lineage. She truly was a Princess, wasn't she? "Oh good, Narisia has returned." The Queen waltzed into the paror, dressed in her finery. Today she wore something that seemed far too simple for her extravagant taste, perhaps she had not entertained guests today? Shiro didn't know, ever since becoming a full-time lady in waiting, she did not have time to keep up with the schedule of the Queen.

Quickly Shiro dipped into a curtsy, not wanting to be punished for disrespecting the Queen. "Let's all go eat," the King gestured towards the dining hall, where a grand feast had been layed out. The Queen scoffed, "A servant cannot eat with the royal family, we've spoken about this dear." She pat her husband's shoulder, but there was no affection in her touch. "Nonsense, there is plenty of food to go around. I insist!" The Queen's eyebrow twitched, but she smiled regardless. "Fine, if you insist." Shiro knew better though, she knew she could not accept the invitation. "Thank you, but I have to take care of Princess's Narisia's room, so if you you'll please excuse me-" the King grabbed Shiro by the shoulder, thrusting her forward towards the dining room. Her tail bolted upright in surprise and she stumbled, nearly falling. "I refuse! You must eat with us, come!" It seemed that there was no way out.

The next morning, the Princess had a private lesson with one of her tutors. Shiro was taking care of other things, like changing the sheets on the Princess's bed. She didn't hear the door open and was fluffing the pillows when someone grabbed her. "Shiro, where were you really last night?" The Queen demanded. Shiro swallowed hard, "I-W-we were at Itward Cherubim's home, m-my Queen!" She stumbled to curtsy, but the Queen grabbed her and pulled her upright. "The Cherubim's? What was Narisia doing at a boy's overnight?" Shiro took a step back, but she was stuck between the Queen and the wall. "Shiro, tell me." The Queen crossed her arms, clearly cross. "I-I can't!" She bowed low to the floor. "I'm sorry my Queen, but Princess Narisia has ordered me-"

"And you think my daughter giving you an order overrules the Queen? She cupped Shiro's chin in her fingertips. "Shiro, if you don't tell me what happened there by choice, then I will have to force it out of you." Her eyes flit to the collar, she noticed, hadn't she? "My daughter disabled this, didn't she?" Shiro's non-answer was answer enough. "She thinks she's so clever." Shiro began to shake, she was going to be punished, wasn't she? Her tail was between her legs. Had she not already been wearing a diaper, she surely would have soiled herself. "You're going to give me an answer Shiro, have I made that clear?" Shiro nodded, the threat enough. "There-there was another Princess there! She called herself Cress and said she was Princess Narisia's sister." The Queen's eyes grew colder, if possible.

"Sister? That's impossible. Why are you lying?" Shiro whimpered, taking a step back and hitting the wall. "I-I'm not! I-I th-thought she was l-lying too, b-but her DNA confirmed it!" The Queen's eyes widened in anger. "Impossible!" Shiro whimpered, flinching. "Where is she now?" Shiro cowered, shaking her head. "Where is she!" The Queen howled, grabbing Shiro by the hair. "A-at Itward's! She-she's staying there until they can find her an apartment!" The Queen released her, shoving Shiro aside. "Shiro, come with me." She rose to her feet, following after the Queen, fearful. They went to the Queen's room, where someone was waiting with a leather suitcase. "My Queen," he bowed, his face concealed by a mask. He had black hair and no distinguishing features, except his smile.

It was fanged.

"You may rise, this is who you will be testing it on." Shiro took a step back, he glanced at her and unlatched his leather briefcase. There were colorful vials inside, each containing what looked to be a chip. "No need to fear me," he held out an arm. Shiro took a hesitant step forward. "Shiro," the Queen said impatiently. She shuffled inside, the door closing behind her. "This won't hurt a bit," he undid the collar around Shiro's neck and wiped her skin with a sanitation wipe. She closed her eyes, the pinch of the needle and the liquid inside burning. "There, all done." He placed a small bandaid over the injection site before replacing her collar. "These are symptoms you'll need to look out for, any device like this could be rejected from the body-" the Queen waved it off. "Yes, yes. Shiro, you may return to your duties and you will not disobey me again, do you understand?"

Shiro swallowed hard and nodded. "Y-yes my Queen!" She hurried off to return to Princess Narisia's room, her heart pounding.

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Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Princess Yuna Character Portrait: Atsuko Tateyama Character Portrait: Kuro Botan Character Portrait: Ivan Charde Character Portrait: Aeeron Character Portrait: Luquiere K. Lilant Character Portrait: Prince Sangre Character Portrait: Kiyoko Character Portrait: Pariya Character Portrait: Eleven Character Portrait: Ellen Winter Character Portrait: Korhya Filia Character Portrait: Crescent Winter Character Portrait: Shiro

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|| Echo || Gumi ||




Shiro was cowering in the Princess's room. She had forgotten that she was supposed to meet her after making the bed, she had forgotten about everything. She was standing still, clutching the pillow, her fingers trembling. She had to move, she had to do something. "I-I have to," the door opened. Shiro cowered, expecting to be hit, but it was Princess Narisia. She strode forward, Shiro holding the pillow as though it would protect her from whatever wrath she had incurred. "I-I'm sorry," Shiro whimpered. She had tried to tell the Queen, but the Queen had gotten the best of Shiro again. She placed the pillow down, the bed sheets on so tight that you could bounce a coin off of it. It was clear that Shiro had made and unmade the past for the past few hours.

The Princess gestured for Shiro to come closer. She did so, hesitant, afraid of being punished. She stiffened when Narisia touched her, disabling the shock function on the collar yet again. She whimpered when the Princess jabbed her, hardly noticing the lack of pain. Even with whatever the Princess had done to her, the response was so ingrained into Shiro that it was instinctive. There was something wrong with her, Shiro had known all this time. She knew that something was amiss ever since she had broken her leg and it had healed within an hour. She sunk onto the Princess's couch, then immediately stood up, knowing that she shouldn't be sitting there. "There's something wrong with me?" Shiro whispered.

"The Queen had a strange man inject me with something," she admitted, her voice small and afraid. She didn't know what it was, "she said I won't be able to disobey her anymore." Not that Shiro had ever disobeyed her in the first place. "I-I've never seen that man here before," her tail was hanging between her legs, stiff with fear. She had to change her diaper too, having soiled herself when the Queen visited. Shiro could not remove her own collar, there was a lock on it that she could not take off, lest she wanted to be punished. "I don't know what it was." She fidgeted, wondering why the Princess bothered to keep her around. She wasn't smart like the other workers, she was clumsy and messed up a lot. The only thing Shiro had going for her was cuteness.

"I'm sorry Princess," Shiro choked. "She made me tell her everything and-and I tried to say no." She didn't want to cry, but she could feel the threat of tears. "I'm sorry I keep failing." Shiro was the worst lady-in-waiting, wasn't she? She couldn't even properly defend the Princess's good name against the others.

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In the truck, Farrel pulled off his wig, putting the leather suitcase down. "Did you do it?" Xion asked, sitting in the driver's seat. They took off as soon as Farrel was secured. "Yup, I injected several of the servants, including the Princess's lady in waiting." He wiggled his eyebrows, clearly proud of himself. "Good," the chips that he had injected them with would allow them access to the most important servants in the castle. This way, they would be able to track the movements of the royals. "I still can't believe Cress betrayed all of us." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. Xion shook her head, she was smiling. "She didn't betray any of us, she did exactly as I wanted her to."

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Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Princess Yuna Character Portrait: Atsuko Tateyama Character Portrait: Kuro Botan Character Portrait: Ivan Charde Character Portrait: Aeeron Character Portrait: Luquiere K. Lilant Character Portrait: Prince Sangre Character Portrait: Kiyoko Character Portrait: Pariya Character Portrait: Eleven Character Portrait: Ellen Winter Character Portrait: Korhya Filia Character Portrait: Crescent Winter Character Portrait: Shiro

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|| Echo || Gumi ||




Shiro tried to think back, her panic having overwhelmed her. He had black hair," she recalled, squirming as the Princess evaluated her blood. "And fangs," that was all Shiro could truly recall. She had been so afraid of being hurt that she had blocked out most of the memory. "I-I'm sorry Princess, that's all I can remember." Most of his features had been obscured by his long black hair, but that was the one thing she could not forget, his sharp smile. She watched as the Princess played with a remote, wondering what it was. She had the wherewithal not to ask, however, knowing that royals did not like their privacy to be pried into. As nice as Princess Narisia was, she truly was her Mother's daughter. Shiro had to be careful, she hadn't enacted Narisia's temper so far, but she knew what would happen if she did.

"I'm sorry Princess," she squirmed. She felt a sudden pain in her neck, beneath her collar. It was at the exact spot that she had been injected as well. "If I had been braver, I wouldn't have told the Queen anything." She was the worst secret keeper, wasn't she? Cracking under the pressure of anyone that threatened her. The Princess wanted to try out one of her inventions, Shiro shuffled forward, hesitant. She squeaked when she was grabbed around the waist and the Princess suddenly dove out the window. Shiro screamed, her tail stiff with fear. She was a bad girl, wasn't she? That's why this was happening again, wasn't it? The hit never came though, she did not splat against the ground, like she had the first time. Shiro peeled open one eye, then the other. They were flying, flying?!

They returned an hour later, the Princess giving Shiro a new order. She wasn't to leave her side, even at night. "B-but Princess, that wouldn't be appropriate!" Shiro turned red, her tail swishing back and forth anxiously. The Princess promised that she would take care of her Mother should there be any protest. "O-okay, please allow me to run your bath while you eat your dinner!" She curtsied low, then excused herself to begin the nighttime preprations. Shiro ran the bath, turned down the bed, adjusted the temperature in the morning to the Princess's evening preference, and then quickly ate her dinner while the Princess was in the bath. She changed into her pajamas, picking up her pillow and blanket and making a little bed in the corner of the Princess's room. She didn't want to impose or be in the way, after all.

"Goodnight Princess, p-please do not hesitate to wake me if you need anything!" Shiro lay down, pulling the covers up. She had sneaked in her stuffed bear, which she did not want the Princess to see as it was a bit embarrassing. Shiro was still young, after all, younger than most of the other staff at least and younger than the Princess. She lay her head down, the floor a bit uncomfortable, but not unbearable. Her mattress wasn't the best, nowhere near as comfortable as a bed that the royals slept on. Her eyelids began to feel heavy, the blanket pulled up to her real ears. Asleep, her puppy ears flopped down and her tail was still, the implants going to bed with her.

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Character Portrait: Zianro Azura Character Portrait: Princess Yuna Character Portrait: Atsuko Tateyama Character Portrait: Kuro Botan Character Portrait: Ivan Charde Character Portrait: Aeeron Character Portrait: Luquiere K. Lilant Character Portrait: Prince Sangre Character Portrait: Kiyoko Character Portrait: Pariya Character Portrait: Eleven Character Portrait: Ellen Winter Character Portrait: Korhya Filia Character Portrait: Crescent Winter Character Portrait: Shiro

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【ɗιαƖσgΟ…Ρ” cσƖσя:#FFAEB9 β™™ тнσυgΠ½Ρ‚ cσƖσя #63D1F4】

|| Echo || Gumi ||




"H-how long do I have to wear this?" Shiro whimpered, it was a brace that physically suppressed her spine. They were stopping her growth forcefully, through this painful accessory and pills to close her growth plates. "Until the plates are completely closed Shiro, you know this already." The Queen replied, an edge to her voice. She had already answered Shiro's question three times. It was clear that there was something wrong with the little girl, she seemed almost incapable of learning. The Queen's patience was beginning to wear thin. While Shiro could do simple addition, read, and write, which was more than all the Rubbles combined, it was her duties that she proved most incompetent in. She was far too clumsy, had no sense of style, and made far too much a mess.

"Oh Shiro, you poor little thing." The Queen tsked when she failed at making the bed properly again. The other servants talked about her behind closed doors, that Shiro was far too naive, that she would never be a suitable servant. Shiro tried to ignore them, but at night, she couldn't help but worry about if they were right. "Shiro, I have a gift for you." The Queen smiled, seeming so benevolent and beautiful in the light of the early morning. "A gift? For me?" Shiro asked, her eyes sparkling. She never received gifts, unless the spine brace and pills were considered presents. "Yes, it's very special. It was made just for you," the Queen took out a box wrapped in red paper. Shiro was careful to open it, removing the bow and folding the wrapping paper carefully. The Queen was watching her with a measured gaze, gauging her reaction.

"It's a dog collar?" Shiro asked, a bit confused. "No, not a dog collar," the Queen lifted it out of the box, it was pink with a gold bow on it, her name engraved into the tag. "It's a special training collar," a special training collar? "Oh," she did not understand what it meant, but she hoped it was a good thing. It was only an hour later that she discovered its true purpose. Each time she did badly, the collar would administer a shock. "Think of it as motivation to be better." The Queen said, stroking her head as she cried, the electricity making her body twitch. "With this, you will become the perfect lady in waiting. No dinner tonight, alright?" Shiro nodded, going to bed hungry.

The next morning came another surprise. "Shiro, the Doctor is waiting for you." Shiro nodded, following, still in her night gown. She was wearing the brace and her new collar, trudging behind the Queen, barefoot, sleepy. They gave her medicine that put her to sleep quickly and she awoke in horrible pain. "She will have to remain here for several days, it is not an easy recovery." The Doctor spoke in soft words, the Queen standing over the bed, her arms crossed. Shiro feigned sleep, in far too much pain to ask what had been done. "Uterus removal is a serious surgical procedure my Queen."



Shiro awoke with a start. The Princess had an arm around her, holding her. She blinked twice, wondering what had happened and stiffening when she realized the Queen was there. "G-good morning! I apologize, I did not see you!" She tried to curtsy, but she realized that Princess Narisia had her arms wrapped around her middle, hugging her like a stuffed toy.

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|| Echo || Gumi ||




Shiro was confused when she first awoke. How had she gotten into the Princess's bed? Why was the Princess hugging her? She swiped at her eyes, attempting to curtsy in her sleepy state. The Queen grinned, as she left, no doubt plotting something. Shiro watched her leave, not breathing a sigh of relief until the Princess released her. "Y-yes! I'll prepare now!" She had brought clothing last night, knowing that she would need them. Shiro changed in the corner, hoping for some modicum of privacy so that the Princess did not see the cloth diaper she wore underneath. Once dressed, she turned to assist the Princess and assisted in dressing her, pulling up the strings of the corset to make sure it was snug and not too tight. She zipped up the back of the dress and picked out complimentary pieces for the outfit.

It was part of Shiro's training to have an eye for these things. "Oh no Princess! I can do it, that's alright!" Shiro carried both trays, not wanting the Princess to burden herself. She set them down on the table, glad that she could do at least this much. "Ah, your napkin Princess!" Shiro set it down on the Princess's lap. She took her seat, eating quickly so that she could make the bed. She folded the corners, tucking them in so that the Princess would have a snug bed for the evening. She folded her makeshift bed in the corner as well, hiding her stuffed bear in between the layers, hoping that the Princess didn't see. Shiro didn't know her exact age, she knew she was young, but the Queen had hidden the information from her in an attempt to make Shiro more mature.

After breakfast were lessons with Tutri Vance. Shiro was struggling again, which wasn't anything new. "I'm sorry," she apologized in a squeak, tail coming to rest on the chair. "I'll do better next time," she expected to be punished of course, but the punishment never came. Instead, the Princess offered to help Shiro with her homework. She wanted to exploit her knowledge, but Shiro wasn't all that smart in the first place. After a gift of chocolates, which Shiro knew she wasn't allowed to have, least the Queen be on top of her, Tutri left. The Pricness wanted to go right to her father after, Shiro following along behind her. She had no idea that Narisia intended to propose to her father that they should learn to fight.

It wouldn't be appropriate for a Princess to learn such things! Shiro shook her head when the King glanced at her, to see if she had any part in this idea. She swallowed hard, hoping that King Azazel would not tell the Queen about this. Her tail flickered nervously, her ears twitching. "P-Princess, you have the knights to protect you! You don't need to learn anything like that." She tugged on Princess Narisia's sleeve, wanting to leave the throne room.

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❝I am a hell in high heels. ❞

【ɗιαƖσgΟ…Ρ” cσƖσя:#CD5C5C β™™ тнσυgΠ½Ρ‚ cσƖσя #C5E3BF】

|| Flaws || Bastille ||




A light knocking came from the door. Cress had fallen asleep, curled up on the couch. Heron pushed the door open, she had finished work for the day and had come straight here, skipping out on eating dinner with the other knights. They teased her, thinking that Heron had met someone. Little did they know that she had accidentally stumbled upon a Princess. "Hey, Cress?" Heron whispered, attempting to rouse her from her slumber. Lunch was sitting, uneaten on a tray. How long had she been asleep for? She picked up the cup of tea, noticing the heavy flower scent. "Itward," she placed the cup down, slamming the door open. Itward was standing on the other side, eyes narrowed. "I see you've already discovered it. I thought it would be easier and safer to move the Princess if she did not know where she was going."

"Itward, what do you intend to do with Cress?" Heron asked, one hand on the handle of rapier. "Oh come off of it Heron, Narisia sees no reason this girl should remain here, but I think Crescent could be a valuable asset to our Kingdom. She's different, she wasn't raised with the same ideals and has no loyalties to anyone but her dear sister, who betrayed her." Heron's grip only tightened on her weapon. "You intend to use her then?" She asked, her voice steely. Itward waved a hand through the air. "No, no, I intend to groom her into a fine Princess and use her against the Queen when the time comes." Heron's teeth ground together, "You are despicable." She spat at her brother, but her brushed her off, entering the room. She couldn't raise a hand against him, not against her family.

"And you'll continue to do as I say because I'm the head of the Cherubim household and if you want to continue having spicy midnight rendezvous with your lover, I suggest you keep your toes in line. Now help me bring her to the car." Heron's arms fell to her sides, her hands balling into fists. He was right, they were at his complete mercy. "I hate you," she whispered as she lifted the sleeping Princess. "I'm well aware, it's why you left for knighthood in the first place, isn't it?" He held the door open, Heron carrying Cress to the car. She was fast asleep, completely unaware of the fact that the people she had entrusted her safety to had betrayed her. "Are you coming?" Itward asked, getting into the car behind her. "Of course, I need to know where she'll be." Itward shrugged, strapping himself in.

They needed to be careful, the Queen had accosted him before, they were sticking to back roads now, taking an unmarked vehicle he had rented from a place this morning. The drive was uneventful, thankfully, Heron remaining on edge the entire time. When they at last reached the new place, Heron blanched. "This isn't an apartment, didn't you tell Nee it was an apartment?" It was a gated house on the edge of the Untouchable Tier. It was on a side street with no traffic and no other homes, how had Itward found this place? "I needed it to be secure, of course. A one bedroom apartment in the center of the city would be far too obvious a place, don't you think?" The inside was nice, completely furnished.

"How much did you spend on this place Itward?" Heron whispered under her breath as she placed Cress in the bedroom, who had not so much as stired. She placed a finger under her nose to check that she was breathing and low and behold, the Princess jerked upright. "This isn't the room..." she looked around, startled to see Heron there. "No, we moved you while you slept. You were in there pretty deep!" Heron grinned, slightly relieved that Cress had awoken. "I had a nightmare, it felt like I was trapped." Heron jumped onto the bed, kicking off her shoes. "Want to tell me what it was about?" She asked, swinging her legs like a teenage girl. "Aya, it was about Aya."

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❝I am a hell in high heels. ❞

【ɗιαƖσgΟ…Ρ” cσƖσя:#CD5C5C β™™ тнσυgΠ½Ρ‚ cσƖσя #C5E3BF】

|| Flaws || Bastille ||




Heron had leaped out the door as soon as Cress had told her of the nightmare, that Aya's Father had hurt her. She claimed she was only going to check, but Cress had a feeling that Heron was worried about her too. With Heron gone, Cress went to investigate what she thought was only going to be an apartment. "What happened to a cozy one bedroom flat in the center of the city?" Cress asked, noticing that none of the windows were real, they all showed different parts of this strange city. "I thought an apartment wouldn't do for a Princess," Itward replied, unpacking what appeared to be food. Had he brought it with him? Or had someone delivered it? "Does Ellie know I'm here?" Cress asked, crossing her arms in the doorway. "No, the Princess knows nothing of this place and I intend to keep it that way if you wish to remain safe from the Queen's clutches."

"You don't trust my sister?"

"I don't trust her pet." Pet? Cress thought back to the little blonde with puppy ears that seemed harmless. "Why not? It's just a child." Itward gave Cress an incredulous look. "A child trained by the Queen, there's no doubt in my mind she's already leaked everything, considering the two impromptu visits today." She was silent a moment, "there is much for you to learn if you are to challenge the Queen. It seems your sister has no intention of helping you, she'd rather you stay out of the politics completely." Cress's hands balled into fists, "I just want answers." She said softly, "I need to know the truth. Where do I really belong?" Itward nodded and straightened, "Then I'll help you." He smiled, but Cress already knew the dangers of accepting help from someone like him, Heron had warned her. "What's the price?" There was always a cost.

"I want to see the Queen evicted." Itward grinned, but there was nothing kind about it. "She's been ruling for far too long. You've no morals and no politics associated with Ashia." He spread his arms wide, "and you have as much claim to the crown as your sister, who your supposed Mother already intends to marry off to a Prince of another land." Cress was following, but barely. "You want me to become Queen?" Itward nodded, clasping both of her hands in his own. "Ashia needs a complete upheavel of the system. As much as I love Narisia, her morals were instilled by the Queen, she sees no problem with the fraying ends of our social fabric. You've been to the Rubble Tier and the Blossom Tier, which is more than both the Queen and current Princess have ever done. You've seen their suffering and you know it needs to change."

"What's in it for you?" Cress aksed, not trusting him. "Power, of course. I'll aid you, so long as I can have a seat on the council and watch that woman be dethroned." Cress broke herself free of his grasp. "I need answers first, I can't help you until I know the truth." He nodded, not seeming offended by her sudden need to not be touched. "Then I will help you get them and when you have your answers, then you can give me mine. In the meantime, I've employed a trustworthy tutor that will help guide you if you are to become a suitable royal." The door was knocked on several times, Itward went to check on it, moving out of the way as it slammed open, Heron had arrived with Aya, who looked like a limp noodle in her arms.

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❝I am a hell in high heels. ❞

【ɗιαƖσgΟ…Ρ” cσƖσя:#CD5C5C β™™ тнσυgΠ½Ρ‚ cσƖσя #C5E3BF】

|| Flaws || Bastille ||




Cress knelt beside Aya, "No one's going to hurt you, not anymore. I won't let them," Cress shook her head. It was clear Aya was in pain, from the way she was leaning against the couch. Her arms were limp as well, had they been broken? Fury welled up inside of her. If Cress ever met that horrible man that dared to call himself a Father, she would... she would... well, she didn't know what she would do. She gave Aya's hand a gentle squeeze, "You can be whatever you want Aya. You can be a knight, you can be an Untouchable, heck, you could just marry a monarch and never have to lift a finger again." Cress grinned, "because we're going to break the system. You're going to be the best knight there is." Cress had seen injustice in this world and she intended to correct it.

"I'm sorry you had to go through this. I shouldn't have let you go back, I knew better, but I let you go anyway and now look at you." She was hurt, badly. Could Corren fix this? He had mended Cress's arm in a matter of seconds, surely this wouldn't be too bad for him? "Corren is going to fix you and then we're going to make this right." Cress rose, straightening. "Now, Itward, I need a favor. I want you to buy plants, lots of them. I can't stand the sterility of this place," he blinked, seeming rather incredulous. "Plants?" He asked, but made note of it. "Just flowers or...?" She shook her head in response, "Flowers, vegetables, whatever you can get your hands on."

"Alright, I'll tell my assistant to buy them." He picked up his holo phone, sending off a message probably. Cress turned back to Aya, "Are you hungry? I know it's getting late, you probably just want to sleep." They needed Corren to get here first and look at her. Cress's own stomach growled, she had taken a long nap after all and hadn't touched her lunch. "I'm gonna make something to eat," she rolled up her sleeves, hoping that this house came supplied with pants and tee shirts, rather than frilly dresses. Itward had already fully stocked the kitchen and while Cress was cooking, Heron burst inside, dragging Corren in with her. "Heron, you can't just bring whoever you want here!" Itward fumed, although he already knew his sister was going to get her. "It's fine, Corren already knows." She waved Itward's anger off, offering them something to eat.

"Oh my," Corren knelt beside Aya, examining her wounds. "You do know what this means Aya, right? Lots of the Mend-X," he would start with her arms, "I'm going to give you a mild sedative as well, since the fractured ribs might have punctured a lung, this way I can take pictures without you squirming." It sounded like Aya was in pretty terrible shape. Cress swallowed hard, regret eating at her. "It's my fault, I shouldn't have let her go home." Her hands balled into fists, Heron placed a hand on Cress's shoulder. "It's not your fault, she wanted to go home, remember? Who knew it was this bad?"

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❝I am a hell in high heels. ❞

【ɗιαƖσgΟ…Ρ” cσƖσя:#CD5C5C β™™ тнσυgΠ½Ρ‚ cσƖσя #C5E3BF】

|| Flaws || Bastille ||




"Do whatever you have to do to fix her," Itward crossed his arms. "It seems my sister and the Princess are both oddly stuck on this Rubble." Corren glanced up at Itward, as though to ask if he did all this. Itward gave a subtle shake of his head. "Well, I'll need to set up a sterile field, Aya, I'm gonna put you to sleep the rest of the way, alright?" She probably couldn't respond with the sedative in her system anyhow, but he figured he may as well let her know what was going to happen. "Will she be okay?" Cress wanted to know, she was worried about the way Aya was staring at her. "Afterwards, yes, but right now, it's important that I fix this. I'll need everyone to clear the area, except you Heron, you'll be my assistant." He couldn't ask Cress to do it, wouldn't want the Princess's hands to get dirty.

"I'm going to take my leave, I'll be back in the morning to see how things are progressing." Itward excused himself, leaving Cress to go upstairs and figure out how things worked. The shower was the same one that Heron had in her apartment. She stripped off her clothing, wondering why Corren didn't ask for her help and stepped under the steady stream of heat. She washed her hair, realizing that it hadn't grown a bit since she had come here. How long was she in this city for? Did her Mother miss her? Did she even care? She rifled through the drawers, finding pajamas and put them on. They were silky, far too silky for her liking, but they would have to do. "I'll have to ask Itward if I can go shopping." Somehow she had the sense that she was being held hostage here.

The worst part was that she had agreed to all of this, this craziness, in the hope that it would bring her the answers she sought. Why wouldn't Ellie tell her anything? Why didn't her supposed sister trust her? Cress swallowed hard, sitting down on the bed. She tried playing with the remote, but the only channels on television were soap operas. She flipped through the language books, having begun to learn how to read their strange glyphs with Heron's help. "I'm just gonna have to keep learning it on my own I guess," she flipped through it, copying the letters, attempting to memorize them. She had never been good with practical work, that was always Ellie's department. Hopefully tomorrow Itward would come with her requested items.

He probably thought her strange that she wanted to be surrounded by plants, but this house, with its strange charm, felt oddly sterile. She would feel more secure if she could keep herself busy between whatever it was everyone had planned for her. Once Aya was on the mend, she would probably start her lessons with Heron to become a knight. Cress was glad that Aya finally aspired for something more. When they had first met, she seemed determined to remian a Rubble. Perhaps having gone to that ball that night, the night everything spiraled out of control, had made Aya realized that she had the potential to be more? Cress hoped so. She smiled to herself as she thought about it, wondering how far along Aya had come.