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Aster Polonius

The Sun

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a character in “Greater Secrets”, as played by Soleli




Symbolizes the success of the conscious mind in overcoming any obstacles or fears of the unconscious, usually through attainment of knowledge.

ImageImageACADEMICS.   ImageImage
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Aster is a picture of optimism and fulfilment. A pure blooded child coming from a background of high nobility, there isn't a single thing to worry about in the world for him. Having reached the age of adolescence, Aster is a savvy, confident and courageous teenager. Agreeable by nature and noble at heart, his amiable personality and high level of tolerance allows him to get along well with even the most disagreeable of people. His purity of spirit allows him to be true to others and most importantly himself, and Aster never hesitates to express his emotions freely, be it amazement, amusement, anger or fear.

Despite the lessons his Father had drilled into him at a young age about how to control one's desires and practice self discipline, Aster is ultimately still a teenager that is more concerned about say how he's going to get enough money for the new magitech video game or getting more free time than the matters concerning the entire country. Always looking out for curious sights and new ways to have fun, Aster is an active and often mischievous teen that can be seen wandering the streets of Edruria often rather than being in the dorms.

He is kind and loyal to most, always looking out for others and finding ways to help. Optimism being the most definitive trait of his character, Aster is much like the sun on times of darkness, always casting a bright light with a grin and a promise that things are going to be just fine. He bounces back from defeat twice as prepared to face obstacles again, and nothing can get him down or prevent him on getting whatever he sets his mind to.

That said, as virtuous as this golden boy might be, he is not averse to fighting. Something that will definitely result in a donnybrook with him is insulting his hairstyle. Considering it a mark of honor as a man, Aster will never forgive any insults or injury to it, painstakingly combing it every few minutes.

     THE SUN

 O1. seven
 O2. undecided
 O3. flames of will

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    POWER....   ImageImage
    CONTROL..   ImageImage

Aster's unique magic allows him to revert back to an optimal state. In this state, all wounds are healed and everything he lacks or wants is given to him. All negative effects that might be inflicted onto his body in that period of time is canceled. Covered in flames, Aster can keep going on without feeling any pain or fatigue, even if he pushes himself past the breaking point. Even as his muscles strain or tear, any and all damage is repaired instantly and without pain, giving him the ability to be stronger and faster than the average man. This optimal mode could be used for thirty minutes a day before it depletes him of his mana, for the rest of the time he is unable to use his major arcana again. Of course, this is a rather underdeveloped power and will only get stronger as time pass. Currently, his magic comes easier with his instinct to protect or defend others, therefore living up to their names as flames of will.


Aster was born to the prestigious Polonius family, ruling over the land of Edruria. A pure blooded healthy baby boy, he was his parents' pride and joy as he lived fearlessly and happily, never having a care in the world. All that he wanted was given to him, but Aster was never spoiled even as a child. By his mother, perhaps, but his father kept his education in mind. Gently teaching him strength of spirit and character, Duke Ascra was a major part in contributing to Aster's moral compass and sense of justice. However, his lessons of self restraint seemed to fall on deaf ears. Aster always followed what his heart told him to do, a child heavily reliant on instinct and completely in tune with his inner nature. He is reckless in that aspect, and despite several reminders from his father Astsr never got rid of that trait.

The adoption of Emilio and the birth of his sister were two major aspects of his life, for Aster learned what it was like to have someone to protect. While he was brash and hot headed before, his actions became more careful around his siblings. He loves both of them dearly, and despite their differences wants earnestly to get along. He still tries, to this day. Proud of the both of them, Aster will loudly announce that they're related to the world, willing to risk himself as long as it guarantees their safety. Ophelia's accident is still something he feels an amount of guilt for, and he's determined never to fail her again.

His time at the academy was fun for the most part. Just managing to pass everything, Aster made sure he did just enough studying to scrape through while spending the rest of his time having fun. Socialising with others and being generally loud and cheerful, Aster was the life of the party. He's gained a small following in his time there, and his daily life is filled with adventure. Content with his life as it is, Aster is in no hurry to worry about things like the world. However, he has been trying to get a grip on his academics, lest he is at a loss to choose his major in the future.

Layout and coding are credited to @maccotango for the roleplay Greater Secrets. Usage of this outside said roleplay is not acceptable unless given express permission by its mod team. All resources used are credited to their respective original creators.




So begins...

Aster Polonius's Story

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Character Portrait: Leonexis Pier Character Portrait: Aster Polonius Character Portrait: Vincent Hamilton Character Portrait: Lilina Ainsworth Character Portrait: Atticus Alethea Character Portrait: Liliane Vidal Character Portrait: Arte Khiefel Character Portrait: Troy Pendleton Character Portrait: Emilio Florentine Character Portrait: Nasrin Behzadi Character Portrait: Clause Acula Character Portrait: Charlotte Wynetta Character Portrait: Charles Rutherford Character Portrait: Eolande D'aramitz Character Portrait: Ophelia Polonius
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It was four days since the announcement was made - not that it caught anyone off guard. The Biennial Intra-Academy Magical Competition, basking in the glory of its inconvenient name. Acronym didn’t improve it much either; BIAMC, what kind of nonsense is that? Petitions to give it a name that was even slightly marketable were made - alas the headmaster did not care enough to change it. Perhaps Mrs. North got some sick satisfaction of giving announcers scripts with those names.

Not that the name really mattered; it was the content that got the students excited. Or intimidated - ideally both. It was a competition between every student in the school, divided by the suit that housed their Minor Arcana. The Major Arcana were randomly assigned to groups, seemingly without the slightest care for keeping it even.

Students names were posted on the public announcement board; it wasn’t as if every student knew who shared their suit. Also the results for the last exam were there, such cruelty to post both at the same time did not go unnoticed. The Major were just tossed in with whatever group they were with. At least they were at the top so they didn’t have to scour each suit just to find themselves.

The postings for Major Arcana were as follows.

        Vincent Hamilton | Flavia Ultime | Arte Khiefel | Emilio Florentine | Leonexis Pier

        Eolande D'aramitz | Lilina Ainsworth | Ophelia Polonius | Aster Polonius

        Troy Pendleton | Charlotte Wynetta | Atticus Alethea | Liliane Vidal

        Aeris Foreman | Charles Rutherford | Nasrin Behzadi | Clause Acula

With half the week gone, there was only a few more days before the first major event of the month long festivities began. It had given the teams time to familiarize themselves. They then split into teams within teams. What the actual event would be was unknown, just that they would need numerous teams and be given spots to report to on the day.

As for this day, the sun was shining, the wind was blowing, and self study had just begun. While self study was usually given to students as time to improve personal magic, today it was largely to be used to meet with their teams. Well when I say given to students to improve magic that's the intent, not like anyone ever does unsupervised.


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When Emilio opened his eyes, the room was still dark. His sleep had been restless, but it has always been so, and Emilio had gotten used to it. More often than not in recent years, his slumber would be plagued with unpleasant dreams that left him worse to wear when he woke up than when he fell asleep. Mercifully, today was not one of those days. Arguably, he has never been completely rested, not for a long time. This, however, was as close to it as he would come, and he was glad for it.

As he lay in bed, his form still, Emilio felt an irrational sense of reluctance to rise and prepare himself for the day. What was it again? He was certain that he forgot something of importance, but in the darkness of the early morning the answers eluded his mind. The bedsheets creased and bunched unpleasantly beneath his body, and Emilio felt irritation throbbing underneath his skin like a layer of dirt that didn't come off with any amount of scrubbing. Persistently it gnawed at the corner of his mind, until he grew weary of his own inactivity, and threw off his blanket and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

Folding his blankets methodically as per his habit, Emilio let his gaze wander over to the bed opposite of him. His brother was still fast asleep, though that much was expected. Aster slept like a pig on twenty doses of tranquillisers, and though Emilio had been asked in the past to take on the duty of waking his brother up he’d long since given up on the task.

Aster rolled over in his sleep, half his body now dangling out of the edge of the mattress, and Emilio rolled his eyes in disdain. Unkempt slob. The dismal state of his side of the room was visible even in the darkness- colourful post-its and sheets of paper scribbled on both sides pinned haphazardly onto the wall, mountains of notes and stationery and all kinds of assorted junk piling high on the desk. Aster may call it an ‘organised mess’ all he wanted, but the only truth was that he lived in a pigsty, and Emilio saw it for what it was.

His eyes eventually wandered onto the dangling ‘announcements’ chalkboard that hung from the ceiling (another useless idea of Aster’s, obviously) and the nigh unreadable words scribbled across it in neon highlighter. Even in the dark the light markings were visible, and when Emilio finally realised what day it was he let out a sigh of equal parts relief and disgust.

So that’s what he’d forgotten about. He now knew why.


Aster started to stir.

His alarm clock sounded, shaped like a small wizard. “It's seven twenty am” It said, waving its small wand in the air as though emphasising the point. “Rise and shine for a nutritious breakfast, it's seven twenty am” An arm moved sleepily to pat it on its pointy hat before Emilio decided to destroy another one of his clocks out of spite. What he had against cute magitech devices was a mystery to Aster. Such a movement however, made Aster roll clean off the bed in his spread eagle formation, and a loud curse broke the morning air.

Aster sat up from the ground, rubbing the new bump on his head gingerly. “Oww….” Tears were forming from the rude surprise in the morning, and Aster did his best to ignore them, Long black locks falling over his shoulders as sleepy purple eyes moved to look at Emilio. “Mornin’ Emi!”

“Look who woke up,” came Emilio’s reply, and Aster grinned in response. This was as close a ‘good morning’ as he’d get from Emilio, and Aster was in a particularly jovial mood that morning for obvious reasons. The same could not be said for Emilio, for despite having dressed for school already he found himself more willing than usual to dally around and get a raise out of Aster rather than heading to the academy. For a few brief moments he’d considered feigning illness to avoid having to go through with the unpleasant business today, but it would only be delaying the inevitable. A new list of names drawn only came with a new can of worms to be opened, and Emilio detested having to give up his day to interact with the rest of his team members. Despite having experienced it before, it never stopped being anything short of awful for him.

“You look unusually happy today. What happened, did you finally pass Illusions after 7 years?”

“You know I'm bad at things like that.” Aster’s cheeks puffed up into a small pout, before beaming brightly again. “Did you forget? Today's the big big day!” The teen whooped, throwing his arms into the air in excitement. “I even woke up Super early today for today!” A small frown crossed his face as he looked at Emilio. “Don't tell me you're planning on ditching.”

“It's hardly early. In fact, it is already 7:22am, which puts you 2 minutes behind your usual schedule.” Emilio pointedly ignored Aster’s second question, since there was no point in answering if Aster already knew what was going to happen. He hated meeting people and since the group meeting was not compulsory, he did not see the need to attend something that would only end with displeasure on both sides.

“Oh, and Aster? Don't ask stupid questions.” Emilio was already dressed to go to school, and had pulled out his phone to check the day’s schedule. One of the older models still in use on the market, it ran a bit slow and took a few moments to sync his calendar up with his planner. Scanning the day’s events with disinterested eyes, Emilio was about to switch his phone off for good for the rest of the day when a notification popped up from the only messaging app he owned.

You have been invited to the group: CANDYCANE WARRIORS


“You should seriously consider getting a new phone.” Aster pulled out his sleek mobile, the latest model his Mother had sent him. “That thing belongs in a museum, no?” He teased lightly, leaning to peek over Emilio’s shoulder. “Candycane warriors huh? Looks like fun! So, you're going, aren't you?”

“And you belong in the trash,” Emilio muttered under his breath, before clearing his throat and raising his voice to reply Aster’s question. “Of course not. There will be people around, and I'd prefer not to have to talk to them. Especially if they’re anything similar to the likes of you. That’d be ghastly, wouldn't it.”

“Mm, nah. You're going.”

“But I refuse.”

Aster took a deep breath and grabbed Emilio by the waist, easily tucking him under his arm. “Alright let's go meet up with Leo”

“Put me down, you brute.” Emilio let his momentary alarm at being picked up die down, before assuming a tone of utter disgust. “You have not showered and you smell like death, now put me down before you ruin my uniform.” In truth Aster hardly smelled of anything- still, Emilio digressed. His uniform was getting crumpled and the feeling of being lifted as easily as a child picked up a ragdoll was, well- humiliating, to say the least. Feeling particularly vicious, he aimed a jab towards Aster’s side, smirking even as he was dropped to the floor from the startled reaction.

“Emilio!” Aster cried out, quickly scooping him up again and checking him over for wounds. “I didn't hurt you, did I? I'm sorry!”

“I might have broken my arm,” Emilio replied sardonically. “Oh, I am hurt, Aster. So very hurt. Didn't I tell you to let go of me?”

“I'm sorry!” Aster apologised, checking Emilio’s arm gingerly. “As an apology I’ll carry you there! Princess style!”

“That was a joke, you fool,” Emilio bit out as he face heated with embarrassment at the prospect. “Don't be ridiculous.” Wrenching his arm from Aster, he stood up primly and adjusted his uniform.

“If you are done with your antics, I’m going to leave now. Good day, Aster. Have fun with your meet and greet events.”

“Don't joke about things like that! You really scared me there.”

Aster brushed himself off before reaching out to grab Emilio’s uniform. “Wait a sec, I gotta make sure you don't chicken out halfway into your hiding place again. I'm fetching Ophie, you come along too”

“I said no, Aster. How many times do I have to repeat myself?”

“And I'm saying yes! C’mon, aren't we family?”

“We’re not related and neither do I care.” Emilio scoffed, attempting to pull his uniform out of Aster’s grasp. “By the way, that disgraceful dog nest on your head begs to be fixed. You're going to be late.”

“We don't have to be related to be family.”

“I wouldn't consider you family even if we were related,” Emilio snapped, growing tired of the futile back and forth exchanges. “That is not the point. Let go of me and stop bothering me like some pest. It’s not for you to decide what I do or don't do, don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong. Goodbye, Aster, I have to go to school.”

“The meeting, it's my responsibility to get you there.” Aster’s tone was still light, but there was an underlying sense of determination beneath his smiling eyes. “Even if I have to drag you there kicking and screaming, I will!”

Emilio could feel the beginning tendrils of a dull headache start creeping up the left side of his head- it was far too early to deal with Aster’s nonsense. He had to get out of there as soon as he could, or suffer through the rest of the day with obnoxious company sticking to him. Perhaps he could drop a rune in the toilet, slip into his dimension while Aster fixes his hair-

“Are you thinking of running, Emi?”


“I knew it. You're coming along, and that's final.”

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Character Portrait: Aster Polonius Character Portrait: Lilina Ainsworth Character Portrait: Liliane Vidal Character Portrait: Eolande D'aramitz Character Portrait: Ophelia Polonius
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Lilina woke to a sudden feeling of an embrace. Opening her eyes slowly, she groggily mumbled, "G'morning Lili..." The girl proceeded to wait a few seconds more until her roommate's grasp was taken off her, allowing Lilina herself to begin her routine. Pushing her blanket aside, she went into a sitting position - attempting to mentally push away any grogginess that still lingered within her system. Giving ten seconds to this, Lilina soon stood and continued with her day.

Brushing her teeth, washing her face, combing her hair, and putting on a change of clothes - it all went in a blur, as with any other time. By the time Lilina had chosen the outfit she would wear, both Liliane and her other roommate had already left, leaving Lilina alone. Silently preparing now, she put on a change of clothes and scanned the room; almost as if she were in a hotel, checking if she had forgotten anything. Once satisfied, the young mage exited the dorm and continued on her merry way.

Halfway down the hallway, Lilina felt a buzz in her pocket, stopping her in her tracks. Pulling her phone out of her pockets, she found it to be a text message from Aster. It was an offer for him to pick Lilina up for the meeting, otherwise she would need to walk to the library by herself. Lilina huffed lightly, feeling minor offense towards the kind act. Face scrunched, she quickly up the message, "It's fine. I can walk there myself. ヾ(`◇´)ノ彡" After the slightly angry text, Lilina switched her course from food to the meeting place.

Turning the opposite direction, Lilina began her journey towards the library. Eventually, her agitation subsided and Lilina was back to normal once again. Swinging one the Library doors, Lilina scanned the room for her teammates. There was no Eolande, no Ophelia, and no Aster, meaning Lilina had either arrived early or they had arrived in a completely different area of the library. Taking a few steps within and plopping herself on a nearby chair, Lilina pulled out her phone to text Aster again.

"Heeeyyyy which part of the library are you in? If you've come already."

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Ophelia Polonius

It was the sudden sharp buzz of her phone that sent the girl who had not slept for two days back into the waking world. Desperately not wanting to bother the other two, Ophelia simply lay awake underneath her blankets most nights. She had planned to do the same, but her body drifted into slumber without giving any chance for disagreement.

There was no need to read the text, the only person that would send one is Aster. If brother was sending a text it meant one thing, he was going to be there soon. Creeping out of bed Ophelia was quick to see her roommates had already left. Watcher was levitating in the center of the room, staring forward and occasionally swiveling. Ignoring her discomfort, Ophie rushed to prepare for Asters arrival.

Thankfully she was quick little thing, much of the morning routine left her feeling vulnerable. As she returned to the central space, a sudden feeling rang through her muscles. It was unpleasant to say the least, causing Ophie to shudder and flinch. Expecting a bout of pain to follow, when it didn't she glanced up to Watcher who never seemed to care about the pain he inflicted.

Shortly after a knock hit the door. It was rough, weighty, and whimsical. Truly it could only be her brother, yet she still felt grossly uncertain. Such a simple thing sent a knot into her stomach. Were she to ignore the door it would be terribly offensive, but the idea of answering frightened her as if a demon could lay on the other side.

A sudden twinge of pain went through her hand, causing it to spasm. Ophie yelped in surprise, stumbling away from Watcher who gazed at the doorway with endless fervor. With another tear in her eye, Ophie got the message and quickly opened the door. As expected it was Aster on the other side. A feeling of relief swept over her, prompting a wipe of her eye.

“Ophie!” Aster exclaimed brightly, giving his younger sister the brightest smile in greeting. “Oh, good morning! Did you see my text? Want a piggy back ride?” He chirped enthusiastically, gesturing to himself. “We’re bringing Emilio there too, okay? Can't risk him escaping the event”

“Uh, yes! Good morning Aster. Yes to the uh… piggy back ride.” She rubbed her hands together to make the residual numbness go away. Preparing herself to be hoisted up, Ophie looked over to another one. “Oh and uh hi Emi, nice to see you too.” She couldn't say the idea of him trying to avoid others was surprising. He tried to avoid her and they were siblings.

Liliane Vidal

No matter how late she was, Lili couldn’t muster the energy to move beyond normal speed for more than a few moments. Every once in awhile a mental tick would go off, increasing her pace. Then it slowly regressed back to the standard. Rinse and repeat until she made it to the bus. The bus ride wasn’t that long, so it was nigh impossible she would be (terribly) late! That would be if she didn’t totally zone out and miss her stop. Which she did.

Then she got out at the next stop, got out her phone and looked for directions in a confused manner. Upon knowing where to go, she turned on the heel and made forward progress. Right into another person, who let out an offended grunt but continued on their way. A few apologies from increasing distances later, and Lili was right on track. By the time she made it down the street it was 12:35. Hey that was just… super late. Hanging her head in shame Lili walked into the establishment.

Cafe de Fleur was far more extravagant than she expected, suddenly feeling extremely underdressed for the occasion. In situations like this grandma usually picked out her clothes. Well after a couple of failed attempts from granddaughter. As it wasn’t cold today, all Lili wore was her school uniform. Minus the coat, and too many buttons done down.

In her effort to appear at least vaguely presentable she did up one more button. Making her way to the receptionist, Lili made note that they had been watching that whole time. Letting out a light chuckle she walked forward, informing them of the appointment. They let Liliane through without a bother, showing her to a room that was just far too red. Inside were two people, one who was probably Charlotte and the other who was... Not Atty. Trying to maintain a poker face - and failing - Lili began to nervously wonder how many other people were invited here.

”Hey there, sorry I’m like half an hour late. Very very sorry about, I have no excuse.” At least this apology was sincere, she was never good at faking it. Awkwardly shuffling over, she took a seat at the table. Having no clue if she had ever met the guy here, Lili gave him his own special smile of greetings.

”If I’m this late only God knows when Atty will show up.” Assuming the meeting wouldn’t really start until he arrived, Lili did what she did best. Flop. Unfortunately there was no one nearby to lay. Instead she ignored all pretenses of this being formal and lay her arms and head on the table. Afterall it couldn’t have been that formal if the guy showed up dressed like that. She had been forced to enough things with grandma and grandpa to know that much.

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Emilio stood stiffly in front of his sister's dormitory beside his brother, who'd knocked on the door and was waiting for a reply. After the ordeal in the morning he'd attempted to fix his creased and crumpled uniform to the best of his ability, but the wrinkles refused to go down with any amount of smoothing, and it was far too late to take it off for a last-minute iron. Aster had told him that it was barely noticeable, but Emilio knew better. What did that fool know about dressing well? Absolutely not a thing. Any authority he might have had on style was immediately lost once he started styling his hair like a mutated bird nest. Of course, Emilio would never say it to his face. He preferred the realm of the living.

"... lio. Emilio. You there?"

He hadn't realised that he was staring into space until Aster's magnified face stopped inches in front of his own, the blasted pompadour of his brushing against his own forehead, and Emilio jumped backwards and shoved his brother away. Aster stumbled a step backwards, stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Did I scare you?"

Emilio took a deep breath. "Only a fool-"

"So you were." Aster grinned at him with a childish sort of vigour that made Emilio's eye twitch in irritation. "Not so tough after all, Emi?"

"I will end you," Emilio promised calmly, an insult that Aster has come to learn to ignore. It was not without its weight, however, and Emilio was already scheming on how to make Aster's pathetic academic career even more painful that it already was. Foolish brother that never learns. Emilio sometimes wondered if this was truly the gift of Aster Polonius- thickheadedness enough to rival a bull. He was envious, sometimes, of Aster's ability to move onwards. Not that he'd ever admit it, of course.

The door opened, and Emilio was quick to step into the background, leaving Aster to deal with Ophelia. He could do with a little less headache today.


Aster reached Room 6 of the Amanda Hierarch Wing of the library with a spring in his step, Ophie's weight on his back hardly affecting his stride. His fingers were still wrapped in a vice like grip around Emilio's wrist as he pulled said adopted brother into the room. "Go forth and conquer, Emilio!" He announced loudly, sweeping his arm in a grandiose fashion at the occupants of the meeting. "Oh, it's good to see you guys! Someone keep a hold on Emilio, the moment he drops a rune it's game over and I'd hate to see him skip out on this, y'know?"

Emilio struggled against his grip, trying to wrench his arm away from Aster to no avail. It was unfortunate, he'd always been the victim of a less than ideal constitution, ad now he was paying dearly for it. His wrist throbbed in protest and his face was almost certainly blood-red from the effort, and he wanted nothing better than to vanish from existence then.

A hand dug into his pocket, and Emilio watched in horror as Aster drew out the personal runes kept inside and pocketed it himself. Aster turned to wink at him. The grin made him feel positively ill.

"I'll see you later, Emi!"

The door shut with finality behind him, and Emilio very pointedly stared at the ceiling, while the dozens of gazes fixated themselves upon him. Aster Polonius was going to die, of that he would make sure. In his contained hysteria, a desperate smile had spread itself over his face, and he turned to face his apprehensive audience.

"Let's skip the useless formalities. Carry on," he sank into a seat near the corner of the room and poured himself a cup of tea with a practiced flourish. Hopefully, no one would've noticed that his hands were shaking. "What's wrong? I'm not even here."

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Vincent Hamilton

Giving a faint laugh at Leo’s mention of the group chat name, Vincent brushed off any mild embarrassment he held, refraining from further commentary as the rest of the students began to file in for the meeting, grouping together in their cliques and taking seats around the table. General chatter about the regular things occurred, what people got up to the previous night, the most recent test, all typical things. Though he preferred getting down to business, there was no real harm in delaying the more important discussion regarding the competition while they waited for the entire group to arrive – Or at least, the ones that were more keen to participate. Relaxing in his seat, there was a soft but forceful noise from the opposite side of the table as Leo made it known he wished to speak. Soon enough, everyone had quietened down. Seemed that for the most part, everyone in the group was pretty reasonable and keen on getting stuck into the tournament.

Nodding as Leo ran through the unexpected nature of the challenges they’d face, Vincent himself had some theories as to what types of challenges they might face. “Given the unpredictability, it’ll be important to diversify our talents so that we have the tools and flexibility to deal with any task.” There were some murmurs of agreement after Vincent spoke, some comments about if it all really mattered that much, talk about the reward, but people settled again pretty quickly as Leo took charge once again, speaking about the one known variable of the competition. Ah yes, the Team battle. Though mostly about the qualities of the Major Arcana, the support of the rest of the team was not to be underestimated. More smaller discussions broke out, some talking about not wanting to be hurt, others proclaiming their own capabilities and whether they’d be of much help. When a suitable opening presented itself, Vincent took the chance to make his own comment.

“Provided you’ll have me, I’d gladly participate in the final confrontation. I may not be the most capable fighter, but I can assure you that my medical expertise could be of tactical benefit in a prolonged battle.” Addressing everyone, but primarily Arte and Leo, it was clear that the Major Arcanas would be the ones making any real final decisions about who they wanted with them in the final round. Of course, that left one lone exception that would need to really weigh in on whether he would be joining the team. As a slight ruckus began to be heard outside the door, Vincent sighed slightly. It seemed he’d arrived.

With a sudden and loud entrance, the resident Sun (And was that his sister on his back?) opened the door to their meeting wide, paying little notice to what he’d interrupted as he practically threw his brother into the room. As obnoxious as Aster could be, he was far more tolerable than his brother, and Vincent partly regretted the team getting such an antisocial fellow as a part of the group. Still, he had to respect the man’s talents, and Emilio would no doubt be a critical member of their team. Well, if Emilio himself could bring himself to actually participate as a helpful teammate. ”Good of you to join us, Emilio.” Vincent was the first to break the silence after the rude words of Emilio, perhaps the only one brave or foolish enough to speak to him in such a state.

“We were just talking about selecting Team Members for the final event. Despite not being here, will you deign to give us your presence during the competition at the least?” Vincent had intended to be somewhat cordial and friendly towards him, but Emilio tended to rub him the wrong way, and the slow glare he received made him speak just a little bit more curtly with hints of condescension thrown in. Adjusting his position in his seat, Vincent braced himself for the inevitable blowback Emilio would likely give, but at the very least he’d likely answer his question through his bluster.

Charlotte Wynetta

As Troy did whatever it was he did (Honestly Charlotte didn’t really pay much heed to his response after his arrival, he honestly wasn’t worth her time), a far more important guest immediately took precedence. Lighting up like a Christmas tree as the servant opened the door to reveal Liliane, Charlotte immediately left her seat and went over, clasping her hands together and smiling from ear to ear as Ms. Vidal explained her late arrival. Well, she didn’t really explain it, but no doubt that was because of some private business or other. Charlotte was quite the savvy woman, so no doubt this was a clever way of Liliane sidestepping confidential information, and Charlotte would no doubt impress Liliane by dropping the subject. Still, there was the matter that Liliane spoke about being late. She could see the look of confusion on Troy’s face, and no doubt that idiot would ruin everything if he opened his big fat mouth. Thankfully, she was more than prepared to skilfully weasel her way out of this scenario.

“No, no, think nothing of it! In fact, I just so happened to predict that both you and Atticus would likely have busy schedules, and arranged the meeting early just for your sake. I’m quite thoughtful like that.” Laughing joyously as she moved her clasped hands from side to side, Charlotte opened her arms wide and moved to embrace Liliane in a hug. “It’s so nice to see yo-uuu a-gain?~” Stumbling slightly as Liliane lowered her head and shuffled past, she completely slipped away from Charlotte’s overly affectionate greeting. Ms. Wynetta barely managed to catch herself and pivot to face her two guests, watching as Liliane took a seat and… Promptly collapsed onto the table. Blinking slightly, her face immediately turned to something of concern. Oh no. It couldn’t be. Covering her mouth slightly, Charlotte hurried over to Liliane’s side.

“My dear, are you alright? Are you ill? You simply mustn’t push yourself too hard! If I’d known, I would’ve postponed the meeting, or even cancelled it altogether; you must get your rest for the competition.” Gently rubbing Liliane’s back, Charlotte’s face showed concern, but the rest of her was seized with panic. If Liliane was sick, that would be a tragedy! How would they win the competition without her expert assistance?! Is that why she had been late? Fighting off this awful disease? It was admirable the effort she was making, but the health of her team’s odds of winning was the most important thing! “Stay right there, I’ll personally see to it that you get water and whatever sustenance you need. Don’t lift a finger, just get what rest you can. I will handle the meeting, don’t you worry about it at all Liliane darling.” Looking up from her position, Charlotte immediately affixed Troy with a glare.

“Pendleton! Stop gawking and make yourself useful and fetch chilled water from the bar, along with the finest soup. Liliane will be needing plenty of fluids, now be quick!” Snapping at the boy and assuring Liliane that this was for the best, it was about this time into the hubbub that Atticus slipped his way into the room, making his greeting. Sitting up promptly, Charlotte immediately rushed over and almost completely forgot the attention she was giving Liliane. Almost. She stopped halfway, and instead pulled a seat out for Atticus so he could sit next to her. Clearly, since Liliane had mentioned him earlier, they were well acquainted.

“Atticus, don’t apologise at all, we haven’t been waiting long. In fact, as I said to Liliane earlier, I’d made arrangements planning for your inevitably busy schedules, so you’re right on time.” Lying through her teeth, Charlotte smiled and continued. “But I understand entirely, allergies can be such a difficulty. Why, Liliane herself here might be a little ill too, but I can assure you I’m preparing the best care for her. If the flowers here are troublesome I’ll see to it that they’re removed promptly.” Charlotte moved to take a seat opposite the two, watching the boy briefly check under the table for… What reason exactly? Oh, he must’ve been checking for spy equipment from the other teams looking to source their strategy! Why, she hadn’t even thought about that! Such initiative! Majors truly were a breed above the rest of the class.

“Regardless, after Troy returns with Liliane’s water, we will begin the meeting in full. I’ve taken the liberty of choosing meals for each of us, and have already signalled the chef to begin preparing them, so rest assured that food will arrive momentarily.” Smiling with confidence, Charlotte was sure that would win her brownie points with the two in the room. “First on the agenda will be deciding a venue for our victory celebration, and then determining an appropriate guest list. I’ve taken the liberty of preparing a speech for us to deliver after the competition, but I’m open to further suggestions if each of you would like a larger part in responding to our audience.” Charlotte continued to beam and discuss other off topics as she awaited Troy’s return. Now that they’d arrived, everything would go smoothly from here.

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“Wouldn’t you agree Arte?”

Soon after shrugging off Leo’s initial commentary, the redhead had begun poking around at the furniture in the room idly. From to the cracks in between the numerous shelves lining the walls to the chairs they were supposed to sit on, Arte knew that there was no space in the room for hiding spots, but it couldn’t hurt to check. At least, such was what he thought until his roommate decided to direct the conversation towards him, and as per usual, he hadn’t quite been following.

“Sure sure.” Choosing to play it off coolly despite his inattentiveness being painfully obvious, Arte followed Vincent’s silent signaling and soon found himself a seat next to the purple-haired man. However, the troublemaker’s compliance ended there.

Grey eyes settled on the redhead as did a knowing remark. Like Vincent, Leo had made it clear that he knew the perpetrator of the crime of renaming their group chat. They were no fun, always so serious about even the smallest of jokes. Turning his head to the side and propping it on one arm, Arte replied with a mumbled, “Creative, isn’t it?” though it was quickly drowned out by the crowd that soon came flooding into the room.

Naturally, the meeting began as soon as their silently appointed leader, Leonexis Pier, addressed the small legion assembled in the room. As brightly as his ambition to win burned, Arte—the very person whose motto seemed to be “just wing it”—held little desire to partake in the planning process itself. He did perk up at the mention of “pure bloods,” however. Mentions of pure versus diluted were seldom clean, though luckily it seemed that the off-hand comment seemed to have sailed over the heads of those present.

Trying not to wilt at the plethora of conversations being launched around the room in discussion of who would participate in the final round, Arte was almost glad for a new distraction. With his interest at its peak once again, the redhead watched in silence as the door was shoved open and their final member was dumped onto the floor and rendered without escape routes by Aster Polonius, the student with the weir- err, interesting hairstyle. Well, that was certainly one way to get an unwilling teammate to participate, he supposed.

Though the silence which ensued was broken by the ever dutiful Vincent, it was clear that such had been done with a dash of regret. It was understandable, given the recipient's reputation of having a penchant for having a bit of a nasty streak.

“Might as well have fun while you’re stuck here,” Arte added to Vincent’s question casually with a bit of a smirk. He doubted Emilio’s definition of “fun” coincided with his, but he felt that he’d choke on the tension in the air if nothing else was said. So much for fun...

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Emilio Florentine

Emilio felt his frayed nerves start to calm as he sipped at the tea, his hysteria slowly dying away in the swirl of the tea leaves in his cup. The cold dread that'd pumped his veins leaden just a few moments ago had started their retreat, and his mind felt blessedly clear. Already embarrassment at his slip-up in control moments before was starting to set in, but Emilio crushed that thought before it could take root too deeply. He doubted that the rest would chalk it up to anything other than anger, because after all, he knew his reputation around the school. They wouldn't think too much into it, because they mustn't. His weakness must not be shown.

He gave a cursory glance at the group gathered at his table and started mentally cataloging them into compartmentalised information for later use. There was the Major, the Fool- a well deserved card for a foolish fool. It was too bad that he lucked out with such powerful magic. Emilio would be inclined to believe Khiefel was smarter than he let on, based on the sparingly few times he demonstrated some intellect, but they might just be flukes. Until he could prove to be of any use to *him*, Emilio had no problem ignoring him, because that was his go-to people attitude anyway. The rest at the table he did not recognise, and had no plans on getting to know any of them.

Pier had resumed his droning about the technicalities of the competition, of which Emilio automatically tuned out. It all boiled down to the same thing when Leonexis Pier was concerned- he'd talk, and people would gravitate towards him like fruit flies towards the scent of honey, and at the end of the day everything would go according to whatever plan he laid down. It wouldn't make any difference if Emilio attended or not and it would have been more productive if he'd just stolen the meeting notes from one of the Minors later. He still had research to do and a brother to murder. He could do with a bit of peace and quiet. He closed his eyes and-

"Good of you to join us, Emilio. We were just talking about selecting Team Members for the final event. Despite not being here, will you deign to give us your presence during the competition at the least?”

Of course they can't leave him alone. Immediately a hot flare of irritation welled up, and Emilio struggled to school his expression into one of mere disdain and not uncontrolled anger. He took a deep breath and started to formulate an answer before Khiefel cut in and added that he might as well "have fun" when he was stuck there. The shit-eating expression on his face made Emilio's blood pressure spike, and don't even get him started on that response.

"Whether I show up for the competition or not is none of your business," he finally managed in as cold a tone as he could. It was hard work, keeping this calm, and Emilio bit his lip hard and tried to remind himself that it would be prudent not to get kicked from the competition this early. "I don't see why you're so concerned. It's not like you'd matter much in the outcome of this competition, so keep your nose where it belongs." He chose to ignore Khiefel entirely, because having a debate with that imbecile would be like fighting a sentient wall, resulting in more headaches and no solutions.

[color=#7E6598]"If you would excuse me, I'd prefer not to be disturbed unless you have something *substantial to add,"
Emilio snapped before anyone at his table could respond. He had already started to dislike the purple-haired Minor, and hoped that he got his point across clearly enough for him to stop yapping and leave him alone. This was turning out just as awful as the previous years' meeting, and the one before, and Emilio had never hated his life any more than he did now. He didn't need help "communicating with people" and damned if Aster thought he knew any better.

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Today's magical forecast had said sunny with cool breezes, but they failed to mention the tension that permeated every corner of Aurelius' school grounds. It wasn't hard to guess why; today was event day, and it was the first time each suit would get to size up the competition. Whether they were all ready or not.

The event's details had been revealed only a few minutes earlier, and students within each respective team were being divided into smaller groups who would go through the maze. Truthfully, not much thought was put into said groups; just whoever was closest at the time. That made for some very interesting teams, as seen when one group cleared the map and returned to the crowd, divided in half by a blood feud. It did have some purpose though. For many of those of the bottom percentile in their academics, this was a good chance to earn some brownie points with their professors.

Four different starting points for each suit were located in their own sections of the school, but the doors would always lead to a random room. Wands would begin in the school courtyard, using the admin building's entrance. Cups meanwhile had their starting point at the school observatory, on the northern most point of the campus. Swords would be using the gymnasium entrance, and finally, Pentacles with the door to the auditorium. A team is finished when their portal finally brings them to the main teleportation circle in the center of the school.

With tensions high and preparation next to nil, who will prove victorious in today's contest?





OOC | Since cups and pentacles were unable to submit their puzzles, we'll be reducing the number of interact-able rooms to two. Do continue to assume your characters go through more than two though! You can view information about each puzzle on the roleplay discord.

* Pentacles seems to be devoid of active roleplayers outside the GM's. If you're a member of Pentacles who wants their character to participate, please contact us and we'll talk.

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#, as written by Soleli
Aster was feeling very much like a Mother hen as he watched over his hoard of team members, most of which were younger than he was. Liliana, one of the sole exceptions didn't instill him with the utmost confidence of a mature voice, so Aster took it upon himself to lead them the best he could. He didn't mind the least, being the eldest child of the Polonius family has instilled him with some sense of commitment to taking care of others, namely his two siblings that were both antisocial for the most part. Aster's efforts mainly came down to trying to get Emilio to get out of the house and make some friends, and coaxing ophie to open up a little more to others.

He managed to get Emilio to attend at the least, after counts of threats and desperate cajoling. Part of him knows that Emilio was simply going for the victory that he will henceforth never stop gloating about, but all in all he was just relieved that his adopted brother even made an effort to show up at group events. Vincent could handle him, Aster was certain. The seven of wands was a passive existence that while Aster can't wrap his mind around admired for being so very composed. If anyone could put up with the presence of Emilio in their group, it was him. Right now all he had to do was concentrate on the task before him, and if there was anything he gave himself credit for it was knocking down obstacles in his path.

Not that he was any good at plotting, that was more Emilio's trait, shrewd and cunning with an eye for detail. As far as Aster cared life was like a series of walls, obstacles to be busted down with the sheer force of positivity and a little elbow grease. The room of levers they were in was no exception. Without even giving a second thought to the repercussions, Aster pulled one down and waited. Nothing. He pulled down another. Still nothing. The room was unresponsive, without much changing around them, and Aster counted 16 levers altogether. He cast a glance around at his other teammates occupying the puzzle room, giving them a one shoulder shrug. "I don't think this is rigged, at least?" He offered. "If it was pick the right lever something should have happened by now. UNLESS, of course picking the wrong lever doesn't do anything to you! Hmm." Aster blinked at the roomful of levers pondering for a second before almost instantaneously turning back with an excited grin. "Hey, wanna pull all of them?"

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Before arriving to the room of levers Lilina was unamused, to put it lightly. Aster - despite both himself and Lilina being the same age - took the unofficial leader position of the group while Lilina tailed behind. As much as she would like to tell Aster that she could take over however, Lilina admittedly knew it would only end in disaster. Under her charge the group would likely travel in circles, a result of her poor navigation skills. Thus she kept silent, allowing her group member temporarily lead the charge.

Entering their first room Lilina was already overwhelmed. Sixteen levers, all of them arranged in a neat row for the Cups to see. Each lever could have served their own separate purposes. One could represent a win, and one could go as far as to guarantee death. Narrowing her eyes at the levers she grew puzzled. There had to be a logical way to solve the puzzle, yet she couldn't see any clues. Lilina opened her mouth to ask if her fellow Cups had any ideas, yet just as her was about to produce a sound she heard a slide of a lever.

Lilina's head immediately shot to Aster. Pulling a random lever, Lilina expected something to happen, yet there was an eerie silence. "A-Aster..." she said in a barely audible, broken voice. Unless Aster had already solved the room - which she highly doubted - his act could have harmed them all.

Then another lever was pulled.

Lilina shut her eyes quickly, this time expecting a noticeable change or event to happen for sure, yet there was still silence. Slowly she opened her eyes again and Aster spoke.

"Hey, wanna pull all of them?" he suggested, to which Lilina loudly interrupted.

"NO!" she exclaimed, shaking her head furiously before calming. "One more random lever and it could've been the end of us..."

Lilina's voice trailed as she examined the wall of levers again. We've pulled on two levers but nothing's happened yet, but what does that mean... she thought. There was likely no meaning however. It could've been that it was a trial and error test and pulling on the right lever would lead them to victory. Though it could also be based on combinations; if there must be an order to which the levers were pulled in. Lilina didn't understand the puzzle, yet she understood that they shouldn't recklessly pull levers.

"Aster," she began in a scolding mom's tone, "We shouldn't pull random levers. There's obviously a pattern to all this - I'll show you. The solution is clearly....uhm..."

Lilina obviously didn't know the solution, and she was reminded of this again as the words came out of her mouth. She continued to stumble on her words, trying to find some sort of logical conclusion, or something to make herself sound intelligent - yet she had nothing. Instead, in a low mumble, she continued, "...we'll find it."

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Levers, why were there so many levers? Ophie looked toward her tower of a brother, he wouldn’t even be able to reach the ones on the ceiling. Ceiling levers. This nonsensical but otherwise unremarkable room was reminiscent of a nightmare.

It was all rather overwhelming. With no sense of what each one did the idea of using one was horrifying. Merely opening a door was an ordeal and now there was sixteen consecutive unknown outcomes. Of course Aster a couple with reckless abandon to no repercussion. Being in a group came with some comforts, mostly that she could slink into the shadows and try to coast along with them

Ophie nearly laughed to herself, like Aster would ever let her get away without participating. Can’t run to the shadows with a beam of light will chase you down. Using her brother as shield this room would be a piece of cake, she’d muster up some confidence and


Get a fright, scurrying behind her brother. It was just Lilina, who was apparently loud. And saying one more lever could end them. End them? Ophelia began to feel light headed, what did Lilina know that she didn’t?! Lilina sounded so confident and had enough bravado to match Aster in size.

Ophelia tugged her brothers shirt, begging him to lean down so he could hear her meager voice. “What happens if we pull the levers? Did it when you did hurt? Do we lose? If we lose do we get scolded? Will dad be upset? Will we get kicked out of school?”

She probably would have kept going and pulling worries thin despAIR, however this amount level of worry had physical effect. Ophie felt like she was gonna retch into her brothers face if she kept going. Shaking her head and whispering a nevermind, and walking a short distance away to pretend and examine a lever.

For a reason she couldn’t understand, she automatically started breathing deeply. Her very body trying to force her to calm down. It worked, even if vaguely, and with her nerves calming Ophelia checked what Watcher was up to. Staring directly at her with his horrifying unblinking eye, regular stuff.

Once she made eye contact he looked at the lever, then back at her, and so on. The constant looking back and forth reminded her of a funny commercial she saw a few years ago. Even if he was being amusing, feeling comfortable around the creepy eye that follows you all the time was hard.

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The novelty of BIAMC had yet to wear off for Alphonse, who'd excitedly greeted Aster when he'd come by his dorm room to pick the blond boy up. Unlike the others in the group who were obviously being dragged along his pace, Alphonse matched his excitement perfectly. The energy the two possessed did not, unfortunately, prove infectious, but it kept their group from being too gloomy.

As they entered the room, it became painfully clear that this was not going to be an easy puzzle. There were numerous levers in various corners of the room, two even on the ceiling, and there weren't any obvious clues as to what order to push them. As he was about to pull the lever nearest, Aster beat him to the punch. Alphonse was about to pull another in response to his question when Lilina's sudden outburst made him pull his hand away as if scalded by the object.

Alphonse looked to Aster for guidance, around the same time Ophelia looked to her brother for reassurance. The more words he heard come out of her mouth, the more frightened he became. "Aster... none of what she's saying is true right?" Blue gray eyes stared up at him, but then soon looked to Ophelia once again as she quietly stopped herself from saying anymore and walked away from the group. His worry was quickly replaced by curiosity when she began getting into a staring contest with the air after studying the lever.

Pulling away from Aster, the blonde approached Ophelia, unknowingly walking right through Walker.
"Ophelia?" He waved a hand in front her face, trying to detract her attention from whatever she'd been staring it. "What are you staring at?" An eyebrow rose in question, but he shrugged it off in favor of the currently more pressing matter. "Do you think we should pull this lever? You've been staring at it for a while now." The ten year old smiled, bringing his voice lower so the others wouldn't overhear. "I'll pull it, and if it's wrong, I'll say it's my fault." Without waiting for her response, he waved at everyone to look his way.

"Guys, I'm going to pull this lever. I have a good feeling about it!" Someone gasped in shock at his audacity, but Alphonse was simply too excited to get them rolling. The moment he brought it down, something did happen. All the other levers in the room reset, which was progress compared to earlier's nonreaction. "Huh, that did do something. Good job, Ophelia."