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Kuro Botan

"You can't block out my song by plugging your fingers in your ears. Idiot."

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

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"I can hear the ocean calling to me."



[ Before My Body is Dry | Lollia ]



Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #FF002B || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #79CDCD
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⌈N I C K N A M E⌋
Kiki

⌈A G E⌋
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⌈G E N D E R⌋
Female

⌈R A C E⌋
Siren

⌈R O L E⌋
Tavern Employee

⌈F A C EXC L A I M⌋
Hakaze Kusaribe || Zetsuen No Temptest







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Image⌈P O T E N T I A LXI N T E R E S T⌋
Open: Kuro isn't looking for just anyone though, she goes through a lot of men because her species naturally attracts them. Kuro is looking for someone that can stand her enchantments and isn't attracted to her because of magic, but rather because they love her.

⌈S K I L L S⌋
    ‡ Temptation || This is a very special siren skill that has been the cause of sailors jumping to their deaths for generations.
    ‡ Singing || They say that a siren's song reflects the emotions of her heart. Kuro doesn't believe this, she sings to entertain and to attract more customers to the tavern. She has never truly felt connected to the songs of her ancestors, but knows that should she choose to sing any of the siren songs she would be able to do a great deal of things.
    ‡ Enchantment || Kuro can enchant certain objects that are associated to the ocean. She can also use her voice to open locks or doors.

⌈S T R E N G T H S⌋
    ღ Independent || Kuro is very independent and hates to rely on others for help. She does know when she needs assistance and isn't afraid to ask for it in a dire situation.
    ღ Flirting || Kuro is very flirtatious, but she also doesn't take anyone's shit. Being in the business that she's in has made her wary of men, but she isn't afraid to use her womanly charm to earn a bigger tip.
    ღ Manipulative || Kuro is very good at manipulating others in order to obtain what she desires. She can be very deceiving as well and so it is best to be on your guard around her.

⌈W E A K N E S S E S⌋
    Ψ Water || Kuro has to rehydrate her skin every few hours otherwise it will dry out and begin to crack. Her body has a protective second layer that allows her to breathe under water and it needs to be kept hydrated.
    Ψ Chocolate || Kuro loves sweets.
    Ψ Cursed || Kuro has a curse mark on her arm that she wraps with a bandage to conceal it from prying eyes.




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Image⌈P E R S O N A L I T Y⌋

|| Smart † Flirtatious † Manipulative † Loyal † Interesting ||


Kuro is a very odd girl that many men would like to get to know. She does not get close to people though and there is a very special reason for this; she does not want to get betrayed. Kuro has already been back stabbed once and refuses to allow it to happen again and so Kuro has put up a wall to protect herself. The only person she has allowed past this defensive barrier is the Tavern Owner and that is because the two have a very special relationship.
Kuro is very smart, as a siren she loves to play mind games and flirt with men in order to get a bigger tip out of them although she knows she is playing a dangerous game and is often wary of the drunkards who frequent her workplace. She knows she can rely on the tavern owner to have her back though and so Kuro isn't afraid of taking her games too far.





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⌈H I S T O R Y⌋

As you can probably guess Kuro is not from Alfheim, the land of the faeries. She comes from a place called Lake Town in the south; a fishing town by the ocean that thrived on it's exports. Both of Kuro's parents were humans and so there was a bit of confusion when their daughter was born with sparkly skin and the voice of an angel. It turns out that sirens could simply be born randomly into human families and so they chose to give Kuro up for fear that they could not withstand her cries. The girl was raised by someone who was immune to the siren's song and was taught to use her gifts properly. Similarly the woman that raised Kuro turned her into a tool for Lake Town's use. She would convince fish to swim into fishermen's nets and soothe widows whose husbands had been lost at sea. Kuro did not realize she was being manipulated until it was too late and when she tried to leave they locked Kuro away so that they could continue to use her gifts for the sake of their town.
Living in a cage was not the kind of life Kuro wanted; thankfully the guards who were stationed outside of her room in the town hall were weak and not totally immune to her song. Kuro convinced to allow her to leave and she hid on a boat heading out to sea. Kuro is unsure how long she hid away in the cargo bay for but when they finally reached their destination she had never been happier to see the sun.
She was alone in an unfamiliar world; Kuro wandered for days until she believed she was going to pass out from hunger. It was then that she encountered the Tavern Owner who offered Kuro shelter in exchange for work; eagerly Kuro agreed and thus a new chapter of her life began.


So begins...

Kuro Botan'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. ❞

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

|| Flaws || Bastille ||




Cress took the gel cautiously, looking at the tube. She unscrewed the cap and touched it against her tongue, grimacing. "This is awful!" Cress cringed, stuffing the cap back on and handing it back to Aya. How could she stand to live like this? She seemed okay with this entire arrangment, as though her life was worth nothing more than nutrient paste, or whatever, in a plastic tube. "Don't you want real food? And a real education? And... you know, to live a life that isn't surrounded by rubble?" Cress asked, wondering if Aya's only aspirations were really to work in a factory and eat food that came from a toothpaste tub. "Or you know, to at least be able to see the sky more than just in pockets?" She stared up at the two suns, her heart stopping in her chest. Two suns, that wasn't right.

Andromeda Galaxy? So Cress's guess was right, she really had left the Milky Way. In that case, there was no way that Ellie was here... was she? No, Cress shook her head. Her cousin was probably back at home, going to school, or maybe the police to put in a missing person's report. It wasn't the first time Cress had gone missing either. They probably thought she was wandering in the woods again and would return home any second, once she got hungry or realized that she hadn't taken anything with her. They would never know that she was trapped here, in a galaxy far, far away. "I'm dreaming, I must be dreaming." Cress looked at her fingers, counting them. In dreams you couldn't focus on things as specific as your fingers, but she counted to ten without trouble.

"Aya... I'm-I'm not from here." She said softly when they suddenly swerved, stopping at a gate. It was taller than most trees Cress had seen, silver in color, with spikes at the top. It was clear that they did not want people to come through the gate. Aya hoped off of her bike and waltzed up to the guards, speaking to them. Cress couldn't hear them from where she sat, but from the looks of it, they hadn't seen her cousin. She rose, hesitant, if these were guards then maybe they could take her to see their monarch or president, or whatever ruled here. If Cress could just explain, then maybe they had a way to get her back home? After all, they had strange, floating gravity bikes. They must've had some sort of tech that could send Cress back. If she could just get back to earth, she could find her way home from there.

"Wait, Aya. Go sit on the bike for a minute, okay?" She stopped in front of the bars, wearing nothing but flimsy, slightly, see-through pajamas and hiking boots. "Well, would you look at that?" The red haired guard winked. "What's your name beautiful?" She twirled the spear in her hands, leaning on it, a leery look in her eyes. "My name is Crescent Winter and I come from the Via Lactea Galaxy." The two guards looked at each other, as though they didn't quite believe what they had just heard. "Please, I need to speak to your King or Queen, or President, or... whatever ruler you have here. I need to go back home." Suddenly, they burst out laughing. "Alright, we'll take you to our leader," it was clear she was being mocked. "That's what aliens say, right?" The gate opened despite their taunting, the red headed guard reaching through to pull Cress behind the bars.

"Not! Did you think you could get to our Queen so easily!" She was abruptly shoved to the ground, a spear at her throat. Cress stiffened, blanching. "The only place a rubble like you belongs is in the loony bin!" Mitchy the guard yelled, Cress able to see his nametag from her spot in the dirt. She looked back at Aya, but the gate was separating them. "Please, I'm telling the truth! You have to believe me!" She squeaked.

A flash of light came from the sky, smoke surrounding them. Cress was grabbed from the dirt and pulled back. "It's the rebels! Sound the alarm!"

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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. ❞

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

|| Flaws || Bastille ||




Cress was pulled to her feet, her night clothes now smeared with dirt. In the midst of the smoke, she was grabbed by the rebels, a man with fox ears on his head, in case this world could not get any stranger. She followed him quietly, shoulders slumped, having been laughed in the face by this world's authorities took the wind out of her rather quickly. There was no reason for her to fight, after all. She had no way of getting back home, no way of knowing if her cousin was here, heck, Cress didn't even know if any of this was real or not. The alleged rebel introduced himself as Farrel, he took Aya along with them, no doubt because she had been there too. He claimed he wanted to speak with them and made them don cloaks. It was far too warm and stiffling underneath it, but Cress tolerated it because she didn't know if the guards from before were following them.

The building they entered was unassuming, like everything else in this strange place. It gave no indication that it was a rebel base, which Cress figured was fitting since they wree supposed to be in disguise. They entered through a back door, Cress taking the cloak off as soon as they were inside. There was no running air conditioner, which didn't surprise her. The inside was crammed with screens showing every inch of what Cress assumed was this planet? City? She wasn't quite sure. "Take a seat, help yourselves to some nutrient paste." He gestured to a bowl on the table full of those little tubes of gross tasting stuff. Cress grimaced at the thought and sat down gingerly on the edge of the couch.

"I'm sorry for dragging you into this," Cress spoke softly to Aya. What if she coudn't return to her home now that she had been caught? What if they would come after them? Cress swallowed hard, could she even go back to Corren's clinic? Her stomach clenched in knots just thinking about it, she may as well have just doomed herself. Her eyes wandered to the screens that were everywhere, her heart nearly jumping into her throt. Cress leaped to her feet, running to get a closer look. "That's her, that's my cousin! That's Ellie!" She pointed excitedly to one of the screens, a girl that Cress didn't recognize was there with her. Her cousin appeared to be asleep, but the fact that she was here, on the same planet, in the same galaxy, was enough to spark the fire within her.

"Your cousin?" A voice from behind them guffawed. "That's the Princess, surely if she had a cousin, we would all know." Cress whirled around to see a woman with short black hair and a scar across one of her eyes. "Princess? That can't be right, she's just... Ellie." Cress turned back to the screen, wondering if she could have mistaken her for someone else but no, that was unmistakebly her. "I would know Ellie anywhere." Her hands clenched into fists, one balling over her heart. Why did they think that Ellie was a Princess? Her cousin was the opposite of nobility. She forgot to eat sometimes, was messy, always elbows deep in the latest tech...

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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. ❞

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

|| Flaws || Bastille ||




Narisia? A Princess? It was as though they were speaking French to her. Keep smiling? How could she do that when her cousin had been kidnapped and was being held hostage as some sort of Princess? What would happen next? Would they champion her a prince and force her into an unhappy marriage? Cress shook her head, she had to save her cousin. "Come back? She's been on earth this whole time!" Cress argued, wondering why Aya seemed to think that Ellie was really their missing princess. Cress understood now, they were crazy. How could they not be blind to see the truth? Her cousin had been abducted to replace this Narsia, or whatever her name was. The rebel with the scar announced herself as Xion, the leader of this operation.

"You saw me fall?" Cress asked. Were they just going to let her die then? If Aya hadn't found Cress with her gravity bike, then she would've become a human puddle on the pavement. "Were planning on just letting me die then?" Instantly, she did not trust these people. They were not on her side, or Ellie's side. Still, they promised they would get her to the Untouchable Tier. A ball, in two days. She took advantage of the real food they had here too, helping herself to bread, not having realized how hungry she was. "So what do I have to do?" She asked through a mouthful of crumbs, brushing them off of her lips. It seemed like an easy enough task, only too easy. Still, Cress wouldn't be suspicious of it until they gave her a reason to be.

"Alright, I'll do it. We'll do it, Aya's the one with the bike." Aya agreed through a mouthful of bread, it seemed she too, was taking full advantage of the food. "Come on Aya, let's go deliver those books. I'm sure your family is worried about you." She rose, "We will contact you tomorrow." Xion said, her smile mysterious. Cress hefted up the container of books and put the cloak on that was offered by Farrel. Once Aya was next to her, they made their way back to the Rubble Tier and back to the gravity bike. "I'm sorry for dragging you into this, you probably want nothing to do with this rebellion and stuff. I'm sure your life was peaceful before today." Cress had probably interrupted her routine. "Still... thanks for... you know."

After the books had been delivered, it was time for Aya to head home. "I can find Corren's place from here, don't worry about me, alright?" Cress waved until Aya was out of sight, then made her way, clutching the hood close to her. There were guards stationed everywhere, she noticed, and who knew if they were wathcing her? She did her best to not act suspicious, to keep her head low and shoulders down, blending into the crowd that wore mute, dull colors. At last she reached the bush that led to the ladder and clambered up, knocking on the door. She was let in by Finnley, who looked at her in distaste. "Follow me," he spoke quietly, leading Cress to a shower. "You can change into these clothes after," she nodded, grateful that at least for now, she had a place to stay and sleep. Once she showered and replaced her clothes, she slept on the cot with the threadbare blanket, contemplating how she would get herself and her cousin back to earth.

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Characters Present

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. ❞

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

|| Flaws || Bastille ||




Cress awoke, startled, wondering where she was. Then, slowly, she remembered. This was not her cozy bed in Sierra Nevada, this was a strange world, a strange planet, outside of her galaxy and her cousin was here, in need of rescuing. "Good morning," Corren had come to check on her. "Morning," Cress yawned, rising. Finnley had left her new clothing on a chair, ones that would let her blend in. "I brought this, so you won't have to eat the nutrient paste." He handed her a sandwich, which Cress was thankful for. "Why'd you do that? What if you got in trouble?" She asked, but took it anyway, grateful for real food. "Because you're not from around here Milky Way and the last thing I need you to do is vomit." She nodded in appreciation, eating her fill.

"So how come there's no gardens down here? I noticed when Ayana was flying me around that I couldn't see a spot or bushel of green." She asked, brushing crumbs off of her pajamas. "It's how the Untouchables control the Rubbles. Make sure they can't grow their own food and they have to rely on them if they don't want to starve." Cress frowned, "but people are starving. I can count every bone in so many of those kids bodies," she said, horrified. Corren shrugged as though this were normal. "It's just how it is around here. The soil is mostly sand, they couldn't grow anything if they tried. Now get dressed, you promised me a hand and I'm going to use it." She nodded, getting dressed as soon as he left. She laced up her boots, glad for the familiar comfort.

"I'm ready, what do you need me to do?" Cress asked, washing her hands and pulling on gloves. "Mostly to dress wounds and change bandages. Can you write and read?" Cress blinked, "Not your language." She had noticed it yesterday, somehow, she spoke the language they spoke, but could not read or understand their letters. "Then you'll learn on the job, take their names down, write it in your language and then you'll translate it after." She nodded, there was a steady stream of people that came in all day. Cress cleaned wounds, taking oil out of skin. She helped children with coughs and sneaked them extra sweets from the bowl on Corren's desk. Most of the were far too thin for comfort, some of them had wounds or missing fingers from working in poorly kept factories.

It was after she had finished for the day that Aya arrived at last. "I'm here, I'll be there in a second." She dried her hands on her pants, figuring she didn't need to waste a towel. "Come on Aya, let's go see Xion." Corren looked between them, he didn't seem surprised that they were going to see the rebellion. "Just be careful around those guys," he warned. "They're the type that will do whatever it takes to get what they want." She nodded and followed Aya out of the pipe and down the ladder, to where her bike was waiting in the bush. "Aya, you don't have to get involved, it might be safer for you not 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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❝I am a hell in high heels. ❞

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

|| Flaws || Bastille ||




It seemed that despite Cress's protest, Aya was here to stay. In a way, Cress was glad. Aya was familiar, she was on her side. Having someone consistenly there for her... made her stomach squealch strangely. Back on earth, it was hard for Cress to make friends. She had lost a lot of them after the accident and spent most of her time outside, honing her green thumb. She had a handful, but Ellie was the one people grativated towards. She was a sun that the planets revolved around. In a way, it didn't surprise Cress that her sister had been taken to be some sort of Princess. "Aya," Cress said softly, "Thank you." They suddenly sped up, but Cress didn't know why. She looked where Aya was looking, but didn't see anything in particular that might make her speed up.

A ball? That was wildly outside of her comfort zone. Dresses and makeup, stuff like that wasn't what Cress would exactly call her forte. They were whisked away almost immediately to a side room and forced into chairs that were clearly meant to prep them. A team of girls were at Xion's sides, each holding a different grooming tool. Cress swallowed hard, this looked more like torture than help. What was Xion thinking? "So let me get this straight, you're going to take two girls, one from the poorest tier on your planet and the other who is literally from outter space and place them in the center of everyone's attention where they could be captured or killed?" Xion nodded. "Great, just wanted to make sure I knew what I was getting myself into." Her nails dug into the skin on her thighs, she didn't know what was worse.

Getting thrown onto a different planet? Or suddenly having to attend a ball? She glanced at Aya as she was stripped, noticing the bruising on her fair skin. "Aya.... nevermind," Cress looked away. She had seen injuries like those before and Xion too, seemed to notice Aya dodging the question. Still, no one pressed her. It seemed that the ball was the priority. Aya was going to play the part of Aine Dorones, a notable noblewoman and Cress, her servant. "Sounds good to me." There would be less attention on her, it would be easier for her to move. After all, no one cared about a servant. Xion's eye had a gleam in it that Cress didn't like. She was being used, she knew, but for what purpose, Cress wasn't sure. At the subtle nod of a head, the gaggle of girls descended upon her.

She was scrubbed and waxed of almost all of her body hair. They plucked her brows and put creams and powders on her face to make her look presentable and then, finally, the dress. It was darker than Aya's, meant for Cress to blend into the crowd rather than stick out. It matched her eyes, the fiery hues and warm tones going well with her hair and skin. "Aya, you really don't have to do this if you're not comfortable with it." Cress reached over to squeeze her hand, wouldn't AYa's family worry? Wouldn't they be wondering where she went? After all, a ball wouldn't be easy to escape from once they entered.

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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. ❞

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

|| Flaws || Bastille ||




After getting suited up, Farren was given the task of teaching them to dance. Cress watched Aya, giggling as she stumbled and tried to learn to dance with less than an hour to go and two left feet. When it was her turn, she blanched and looked away. "I'll go easy on you," Farren promised, grinning. "No, it's not that." Cress said quietly, "I took ballroom and ballet for the first ten years of my ilfe." She rose, allowing Farren to teach her their custom dances. They weren't so far fetched, pretty similar to earth's actually. "You're actually kinda good at this," he grinned, oddly gentle with her. "Thanks... I think?" Their time was cut short, it seemed that their ride had arrived. Cress swallowed hard, they were really doing this. What if she died? What if she was killed? Or worse? What if Ellie was hrut and killed? This could all go south pretty quickly.

"Let's do this," Cress exuded false confidence as she held up the hem of Aya's dress, attempting to play the part. Their ride was nice, it was probably the nicest car Cress had ever been in. It had red velvet seats and the window lit up different colors as though they had fireworks built into them. Aya spoke with the man, who introduced himself as Serapina Dorones, the Father of the girl they were pretending to be. Did he know what really happened to Aine? Cress had to wonder. He apologized for Xion's behavior, was he in direct alignment with the rebellion as well? There were so many questions that Cress had, but she did not think it would be polite to ask. Was he really okay with Aya immitating his possibly dead daughter? It seemed so.

They had reached the Untouchable Tier, as everyone else called it. It was significantly nicer here than the Blossom Tier, Cress noticed. While the Blossom Tier looked about the same as Cress's own neighborhood before her move to California, the Untouchable Tier was more like something out of a sci fi movie. They passed an entire building made of glass that seemed to float, fish swimming between the walls. Fountain where the water went up instead of down, buildings that changed colors as they passed them. "What is this place?" Cress breathed. She felt awfully intimidated by all of this. Could they really do this? Could they really blend in up here? Cress opened her mouth, then closed it quickly, it seemed that they had arrived. She could hear the music from in her seat in the car.

They pulled up to what could only be described as a castle. There were people wearing dressed that Cress could only describe as both ridiculous and fascinating. One woman dripped in an outfit that seemed to be made of a fabric that rippled like water. Another had donned a gown that almost looked to be sewen of glass. Men wore suits in shades with patterns that moved when they did. One of them had eyes that followed and watched behind him. "We're really doing this," she whispered as the door opened. A carpet rolled out as soon as they arrived, as though it had been expecting them this entire time. "Well, after you Madame." After all, Cress had to now play the part of the servant. She had an easier job, she believed, than poor Aya, who was immitating what could possibly be someone who had died in a purposeful attack.

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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. ❞

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

|| Flaws || Bastille ||




The ballroom was somehow even more incredible than the surrounding area, if that was possible. There were tiles that glowed, illuminating the ground in soft light. On the far side of the room were tables and tables filled with food and drink the likes of which Cress had never seen. Floating above them were flowers suspended in bubbles that changed color, drifting seamlessly throughout the air, possibly controlled by some unforeseen force. Cress had no idea what this place was, but it was fr more advanced than any movie she had seen. Sitting on thrones made of different materials were the supposed Patriarch and Matriarch, as well as Ellie. The King sat on the throne that seemed to be made of solid silver, perhaps because gold was far too maleable. The Queen had a throne chipped from diamonds with intricate patterns of lace, glittering even in this light. Ellie sat on a throne that was pieced together out of large spikes of multicolored quartz, her expression unreadable.

Cress swallowed hard, following Aya across the room. They walked towards the food tables, Cress's stomach grumbling. She hadn't realized how hungry she was, but she was too busy staring at Ellie, attempting to get her to return her gaze. Standing a bit behind her was a tiny blonde girl with puppy ears and a tail that hung between her legs, betraying her emotions. Cress looked away, afraid of staring too hard and attracting the attention of the Queen, the last person she wanted to notice her. Instead, she trained her gaze on the flowers that floated above them, glittering in the light. There were flowers everywhere, she noticed. Peace lillies, the symbol of renewal. Whoever had picked them was clever, Cress thought.

Aya suddenly shoved something into her hands, telling Cress that she appared hungry. "Th-thanks," she took the food gratefully. It had a crusty exterior that was light and fluffy, with a custardy interior that melted on her tongue. It had the appearance of a cream puff and the taste of a galaxy, Cress thought. Her eyes widened and she finished it in nearly three bites. Ellie had descended from the throne platform with a boy on her shoulder. He wasn't bad looking, but not her cousin's type. She swallowed hard and wiped her hands on a napkin. "Aine," Cress said quietly, in case anyone was listening to them speak. "We should exchange pleasantries with the Princess, should we not?" Right now she was being swarmed by dignitaries and other Untouchables.

They would have to wait until the crowd died down, perhaps once the music started up in earnest people would leave Ellie alone? Cress was patient of course, she waited and waited until the crowd thinned out and even Ellie's partner had gone to eat something, but her cousin was still standing in the center, talking to one or two people. Now was their chance, Cress thought. "Aine," she gestured towards the line of two people. Cress had waited this long, she could wait out another couple of minutes. Cress was suddenly feeling anxious and nauseous. Perhaps it was her own nerves that were getting to her, but she knew that this could blow their cover. The two people that were before them came and went in a flash, then, at long last, it was their turn. Cress swallowed hard and stepped forward.

"Ellie," she said softly, hoping the music would cover them. "It's me, it's Cress."

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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. ❞

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Her cousin cut into her words, not looking at her, acting cold and distant. Cress's heart froze in her chest. Had Ellie been brain washed? Had that Queen that took her away done something? She knew it was the same person, how could she tell? Well, Cress knew Ellie had a scar on her shoulder, a small, faint one from when they were kids doing stupid, childish things. It was there, visible enough that Cress could just barely make it out in this light. It was her cousin indeed, not some foreign Princess wearing her face. Cress's hands balled into fists. They called her Nee, but that wasn't her nickname. Why was she acting like this? Why was her cousin telling her to give up and go home? Cress looked up, Aya would dance with Ellie, the red haired knight that had guarded the gate sidling up beside her.

Heron took her hand, her grasp tight. Had they been caught? Did Heron recognize her from their encounter at the gate? Cress didn't know. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest. "It would be an honor to dance with you, Ms. Knight," Cress took her free hand and picked up her dress, using it to curtsy the way Farren had shown her. It was different than on earth too, there were different levels of bowing depending on the position, was what he had said. The deeper the bow, the more respect given. Since Cress was supposed to be a lowely servant and Heron was a knight of the Queen, Cress dipped low, but not so low as to disrespect the "Princess" in their presence. "Go on Mistress Aine, I'll be here when you're done." Heron pulled her away, Cress turning to look at Ellie and Aya for only a second.

What did this knight want with her? Was it really to dance? Or was she going to drag Cress way, perhaps to jail for illegally entering the castle and disrupting the ball? Would Ellie let her go to jail? What if they executed her. Cress needed to get away, but Heron's grip was strong. She led Cress to the drink table, where Cress looked back at Aya and Ellie once more. "Here, drink this," Heron pushed a glass into her hands. The liquid changed colors in the light, looking almost like an oil spill. "Is this safe to drink?" Cress questioned, holding it up to the light, to which Heron laughed. "I'm not going to poison you!" She slapped her knee as though it were the funnies tthing nyone had ever said to her. Cress sniffed it, but it didn't smell like alcohol.

She took a sip, finding the taste to be sweet. It didn't have the slow burn in the back of the throat like alcohol did either. She took another swig, rather liking it. "What is this called? I've never had anything like it." There was a hint of a smile on her face. "It's called Grappleberry juice," Grapple? As in a grape and an apple? "It's good," she finished her glass and placed it on a passing servant's tray. "Now, fair lady, would you like to dance?" Heron held out her arm. Cress gingerly took it, wondering what sort of trick this was, or if it wasn't a trick at all.

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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.❞

【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#FFAEB9 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #63D1F4】

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The Princess was receptive to the salad, that was good, Shiro was glad that it was, indeed her favorite. She would make note of that in case she ever had to order food for the Princess. Of course, she wasn't all that great at remembering things in the first place. "Th-that's okay!" She said quickly, waving her hands in front of her. "I've already eaten breakfast." She had eaten this morning, her food carefully balanced so that she could maintain her tiny, cute figure. "But your generosity is amazing! It's just like everyone has always said!" Right, she was supposed to pour on the praise, that was part of her duty as lady in waiting of course. To make sure that the Princess knew just how amazing and generous she was. Shiro was glad that she was doing her job right so far, hopefully she could continue to serve the Princess to the best of her ability.

The Princess knelt down where Shiro had fallen, her neck sore from being shocked. "P-Princess! What if you get in trouble!" Shiro stuttered, disbelieving that the Princess would go behind her Mother's back like this. Of course the Princess had invented it, she was brilliant, after all. It was no secret to the Kingdom that Princess Narisia was the smartest, often inventing items that would help make the lives of everyone in Ashia easier. "Are you sure?" Shiro asked, sitting up. "What if-what if I do something wrong? How am I supposed to know?" The collar had been her guide, she didn't know what life was like without it. What if she fell and no one scolded her? What if she did something bad like sneak dessert and the collar didn't stop her?

"O-okay," Shiro nodded, she would remember. She wasn't a good actress though, no doubt the Queen would realize that something was up. She jumped to her feet, hoping to be of use to the Princess. "Itward Cherubim is currently serving at the military academy. He has expressed hope in becoming the next General of the Guard, Heron Cherubim is a Royal Knight and is currently stationed at the Blossom Gate on the second layer." Shiro supplied helpefully, hoping she had done a good job. "Corren Liefthith is taking in his family's footsteps and studying to become a doctor." Did she get all of the information out? Shiro hoped so, those were the only three that the Princess had requested to know about.

"Y-yes Princess!" Shiro rushed forward with the dress, assisting Princess Narisia in putting it on. She laced up the back and arranged the Princess's hair neatly around her shoulders. "N-no! That wouldn't be appropriate if I called you that!" Shiro shook her head, knowing that she would most definitely displease the Queen if she called Princess Narisia by her nickname. Still, the Princess had requested it and Shiro was supposed to be the Princess's most loyal confidant.

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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.❞

【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#FFAEB9 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #63D1F4】

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Shiro was more than happy to supply all of the information that Princess Narisia felt she had missed over the last seven years. They were all just glad that she was back and safe. "I'm sure once they realize your genius they won't question you," at least not publicly. Shiro was a little bit aware of how nobles operated, their games and cruel jokes. She had never been the butt of them, thanks to the Queen, but Shiro had seen what they liked to do and how awful they could be to one another. She didn't understand why anyone would allow these things to happen, but she knew that it was best to simply keep her mouth shut and stay out of their way. "I-I can give you all the time you need," Shiro blushed, wondering why the Princess felt compelled to help her.

No one had ever helped her before. They would look on in pity, but no one would ever dare get in the way of the Queen. She zipped up the Princess's gown and tied the ribbon in the back, the dress fitting splendidly. Shiro had made a good choice, she thought, for this dress exuded a quiet power and elegance. She stepped off of the stool and quickly shuffled it away. Compared to the Princess, Shiro was tiny, but well, compared to everyone Shiro was tiny. After all, a lady in waiting should never be taller than those she served. "Yes Princess!" Shiro bustled after her, lifting the tail of the Princess's dress so that she would not risk tripping and hurting herself. Not like Shiro, who seemed to be naturally clumsy no matter how hard she tried to remain poised.

Shiro was familiar with the Vance family of course, she had sat in on plenty of meetings while the Queen was teaching her how to be a proper lady in waiting. She had been made to memorize herself with the names and faces of nobility, should she ever need to gently remind the future Queen who the people before her were. Despite many other of the palace servants, Shiro was lucky. She had been given a proper education of maths and science. She could read, write, count, and even figure out word problems, which was more than most of the servants could do. The Queen wanted to make sure that Shiro was a lady in waiting befitting of the Princess. Of course, that didn't mean Shiro was any good at any of those things, she had just barely passed the exams she had been rigorously given four days ago.

"Ah, yes!" Shiro rushed forward, taking a seat beside the Princess. "Are you sure this is appropriate?" Shiro fidgeted, but the holopad was placed down in front of her. She looked at the test, then back up at Tutri Vance, then back down. The questions were easy at first, they were basic knowledge like questions about the galaxy, addition, and spelling. They grew harder as Shiro went down the line, her head spinning. Each time a big red X showed up on the sceren, she stiffened, waiting for the telltale shock, knowing she had done something bad, but it didn't come. She continued, feeling tense by the time she had finished, getting more questions wrong then right.

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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.❞

【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#FFAEB9 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #63D1F4】

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Shiro stiffened when they addressed her, she was glad that the tutoring with Tutri was over, it had been nothing but stressful. She wuld make note that Princess Narisia thought that Tutri Vance could possibly make a good ally and made a mental ping for later that she should probably write this down. Perhaps Shiro should be carrying around a notebook? She shuffled through her dress pockets, finding a piece of paper and a pen. Good, she could use this for now. Shiro followed Princess Narisia to their next meeting, where the soldiers were waiting to meet their Princess. King Azel was waiting for them, seeming pleased to see his daughter. He was less formal than Queen Narina, which Shiro had always liked, but for the most part, he had ignored her existance and allowed the Queen to do as she pleased.

Princess Narisia praised her, Shiro blushing and shaking her head. "I-I'm just doing what I'm supposed to!" She squeaked, looking away and scratching her cheek with the backside of the pen. The King led them to the barracks, where the soldiers had cleaned the place from head to toe. Shiro had been here once before and it certainly had not looked this nice. "They cleaned up so nicely for you Princess," Shiro said, keeping a respectful distance. She fell quiet after that, realizing that she had just spoken out of turn. She winced, preparing for the shock, then recalling that it would not come. Princess Narisia had deactivated the collar, but what if this was some sort of test? What if her kindness was only to tell the Queen whether or not Shiro was fit to serve her?

The puppy stood up straighter, her tail wagging in determination. She would have to prove that she was fit to serve, she would pass all of the Princess's tests! After all, she had gotten this far... "I can do this," Shiro whispered, lifting up her piece of paper and pen, ready to take notes and be the best Lady in Waiting that she could for the Princess. She followed the Princess, making note of anything that sounded significant, ensuring Narisia's dress did not get caught, and making certain that the soldiers did not try to touch the Princess. She wasn't the guard of course, but Shiro would subtly step between them, should one of the soldiers try to reach out or take Narisia's hand.

When it was over at last, Shiro was rather glad. She was already tired from how much work she was doing and how much preparation she had put in, but the Princess came first, as always. "Now that the tour is over, would you like to take a break for lunch Princess?" Shiro inquired, "are you hungry or thirsty? I can bring you snacks if you want to eat the King?" Her tail was wagging nervously, giving away just how hard she was trying to please the Princess.

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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.❞

【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#FFAEB9 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #63D1F4】

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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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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.❞

【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#FFAEB9 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #63D1F4】

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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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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.❞

【ɗιαƖσgυє cσƖσя:#FFAEB9 ♙ тнσυgнт cσƖσя #63D1F4】

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

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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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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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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. ❞

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

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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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❝I am a hell in high heels. ❞

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

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"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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❝I am a hell in high heels. ❞

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

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

|| Flaws || Bastille ||




Heron had left again, giving Cress time to herself. She arranged the flowers around the windows, hoping that they would get enough light despite the angle. She showered next, figuring she had enough time. Cress felt anxious, but she didn't know what to do with herself. She couldn't exactly explore much considering she couldn't read their langauge and was still curious as to how she understood it. Could she really be Ellie's sister? Was it possible that she had been ejected from this world at birth? Was her Mother really her Mother? Was that horrible woman from the ball her birth Mom? Cress had so many questions and next to no answers. Would she be able to ask them all to Ellie? No, it wasn't likely, not with Heron in the room.

Cress shuffled around for pencil and paper, she needed to write, she had to get a letter in to tell Ellie her discovery. Hopefully she would be able to slyly slip it into her pocket. Hopefully Ellie would recognize her and wouldn't feel odd that some stranger wanted to meet her. With a sigh of relief she sat down, clicking the pen and hoping it wasn't some new fangled tech they used up here. She touched it against the paper briefly to test it, but it wrote normally. Dear Ellie, Cress started, thinking to herself.

I tried to talk to you at the party, but you didn't seem very receptive, so I'm gonna try this instead, which you can read in the privacy of your own castle. Today is Tuesday, I think, it was a Sunday when I left earth and I don't know if they even have the same name for days here, but anyway, I've come across a very important discovery. When I was with the rebellion, which is a story for later, they tested my blood. They found a genetic match with a certain strain of DNA, your strain. Ellie, we're not cousins, we're sisters. I don't know how this is possible or if this is even right, but I need you to know. I don't know what to do. I feel lost, this place is so strange. I want to go home Ellie, with you. Our real home, not this strange place.

-Cress


She sealed the letter carefully and placed it in her pocket, Heron would be back soon. She erased any signs of her writing and replaced the pencil and paper. She may as well make dinner while she waited and so Cress set the table and went about making one of the meals her Mother had taught her to make, fried chicken and mashed potatoes. Comfort food, for when you felt down. The door opened and shut, "Kairi, I'm back!" Heron bound inside, seeming excited. "I've got good news, the Princess is gonna come here. We won't even have to go to the castle to see her." Cress turned, holding the wooden spoon with mashed potatoes on the end. "Really!" Her excitement was not feigned, she couldn't wait to see her cousin again.

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"Hey, wake up." Heron was shaking her, Cress pried one eye open, then the other. She felt woozy, her stomach sick. Why was her head throbbing so much? Wait, where were her pajamas? Why was she in Heron's bed when she had her own room now? Cress bolted upright, awareness but no memories of how she ended up here. "I guess you were a light weight after all, it's almost noon." Noon? Cress glanced at the clock on the mantle, it was 11:50. "Lightweight?" Cress winced, the light too harsh for her eyes. Heron held up an empty bottle, was that... liquor? Cress blanched, she was underage. How did she get a hold of that? It all came rushing back to her. Dinner, she had made Heron dinner and Heron had opened the bottle, offered her a glass. Cress had taken a sip to be polite and then another and then-oh gosh-the whole bottle was empty.

"Anyway Cress I think we have a lot to talk about."

"So you're really a Princess?" Heron asked ten minutes later. Cress was sitting on the counter while Heron fried eggs in a pen, her hair in a messy bun and wearing one of Heron's shirts. "Yeah, at least, I think so. That's what the blood test said." Heron flipped the egg, the butter sizzling in the pan. "I mean, it almost makes sense if you think about it. Narina is the kind of Queen that doesn't see a need for extras, so she... sent you off. Probably didn't expect you to survive." She slid the eggs onto two plates, handing one to Cress, who picked up a fork. Heron leaned against the opposite counter, the two eating in silence for a few minutes. "So why a bunny?" She asked eventually, breaking the silence.

"I didn't get to pick, I just woke up like this." Cress was careful not to mention any names, Heron was a knight after all. "So why didn't you tell Princess Narisia? Or Queen Narina?" After all, Cress had seen her only last week. Today was a day off, since it was the weekend. "I couldn't, not with... you know." Cress groaned, "This is all just a big mistake. I shouldn't have sought you out." She placed her egg to the side, barely touched. "You should eat, you're gonna get hungry later." Heron nudged the plate back towards her and Cress picked it up again. "Does the Princess know?" Cress nodded. "I told her, well, I wrote a letter to her and hopefully she got it and didn't just throw it out." She swung her legs, feeling anxious.

"I'm sure she read it, Nee isn't that kind of person. I'm not on speaking terms with my brother, but he's closer to her than I am." Cress thought she was close to Ellie, turns out, she barely knew her. "Well, today is a day off. So we have time to figure it out and oh gosh, this makes me the asshole knight that slept with the Princess." Cress's cheeks turned vibrant red. "Pass me that bottle-" Heron laughed. "No, getting drunk isn't the answer. Come on, let's get dressed. I've got the day off so we can at least go get some shopping done." Cress nodded, sliding off the counter. "Hey, how old are you, really?" Heron suddenly asked, as though the thought just occured to her.

"Sixteen."

"So I'm an asshole and a pedo!?"

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"I don't think the ice cream is gonna solve this." They were at a cafe now, sharing an ice cream sundae despite Cress insisting that she wasn't all that hungry. "Wait a second... is this a date?" She asked, rising to her feet. "Did you just notice?" Heron asked, seeming surprised. Cress's cheeks turned bright red for the fifth time that day and it wasn't even four. "We, you know, it's only proper so your Mom doesn't think I'm a complete skirt chaser." Cress didn't know what to think, her bunny ears were twitching with mild annoyance. "Eat some, or I'm gonna take all the whipped cream." Cress sighed and picked up her spoon, her thoughts drifting to Aya. Was she safe? Had Xion extracted her like she promised? Cress hoped so. "What are you thinking about?" Heron asked, curious. "My Rubble friend, but I don't know what happened to her."

"What's her name?" Cress shook her head, if she said that much, it would be obvious who she was. "I don't know, she helped me when I came to earth, but I never learned her name." An easy enough lie, although she felt guilty about it. She ate the whipped cream off of her side of the ice cream so Heron couldn't have any. "What are we doing next?" Cress inquired, since apparently she was now on a date. "I was thinking we could go to Lake Asphodel and then we'll grab some dinner somewhere." Heron rose, holding out a hand. Cress ignored the hand and followed her, the two of them taking the train again. "You remind me of someone." Heron drummed a finger against her chin as they stood on the platform. "But I don't know who," she looked past her, her eyes widening.

"Shit, not here. This is the last place I expected them to be." Who? Cress tried to look, but Heron blocked her path. "Come on, we're going this way." She grabbed Cress's wrist, dragging her through the crowd. "Heron, what are you doing? Who's following us?" Cress asked, wondering if she should be worried. "Rebels, they're tailing us. The Cherubims are known for their red hair," Cress didn't have the heart to tell Heron that they were probably assigned to keep an eye on Cress and not after them, but she also had the sense to keep her mouth shut. "What are we gonna do??" Cress asked instead. "Take a different train," one stopped on the platform, it was near silent, if not for the ding that meant it had arrived.

They stepped inside, Heron tugging on Cress, her hand on Cress's waist. Almost immediately, they were surrounded, the rebels holding them at gun point. "Heron Cherubim, don't make a fuss. You're coming with us," Heron's free hand flit to her side, but someone had already grabbed her rapier. Cress's hands balled into fists, it seemed that the jig was up. "Cress, they took Aya." Farren said, pushing his way to the front. "What do you mean? Who took Aya?" Cress asked quietly as Heron was pat down, her weapons confiscated. "Itward Cherubim, Heron's brother."