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“Genius?” Aeolia chuckled, more a sharp exhalation of breath, and lifted her lean as Sagant made to move. She gave one more smile to the assorted crowd, bags beneath her eyes remind all to see of her fatigue, then followed a step behind her diminutive friend. “If only the University saw it that way. Don’t sell yourself short, Sagant. Now, what are you…” She stopped as he opened the door, leaning on the sill as the small metal orb of Tacitus sprung to her shoulder, vibrating slightly with what Aeolia could recognize as anticipation. Sagant’s theatrics were something she’d grown to enjoy, through the years.

The tentacles made their exodus and found their target. Aeolia, realizing Sagant’s design, surreptitiously pulled a rod of steel from the back of her belt, the smooth metal heavy in her hand. She visibly relaxed when she saw her help would not be necessary, then tensed again as she listened to the battery of insults the pale youth spouted. Tacitus merely laughed his oceanic rumble. “I think I like her, you know.”

Aeolia hissed her disapproval as she stepped around Sagant, wary to avoid the tentacles. Her eyes narrowed to menacing slits as she appraised the youth, soaking ‘her’ in from top to toes, baffled and curious and feeling the familiar well of determination that came with action rather than study. She turned back to Sagant, with a dour look, steel rod apparent in her clenching hand. “I believe my friend asked for a name. You’re accused by the guard of murder and theft.” Her words were as hard, as authoritative as her lilting noble accent would allow, an unimpressive degree. “I suspect they will do worse than ‘tentacle’. As will he, if you continue to insult him.” Aeolia turned back to her friend, a look of expectation on her face. “Won’t you, Sagant?”

As Aeolia asked her question, Tacitus closed the ten foot gap between Aeolia and Chara, hovering just in front of the bound thief. The humor in the voice which rang from the ball was slowly, but surely, seeping away. “I’ve seen it, girl. He doesn’t just wear that sword for show, and my lass doesn’t much like murderers.”

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Happy Holidays | Christmas With Friends

I won't need a face claim, but I'll take This color , for which I don't know the code.

Princess Swap: An Interdimensional Freaky Friday Switch

Hohenstadt, Capital of the Empire
Cathedral of the Nine, Imperial Palace, 11:56am

“Monk’s Hood.” Erika gestured to one of the slowly-drying stems, plucked and laid neatly before her. Her billowing dress of silk and satin shifted almost-silently as her arm made its procession towards the green item, and made its presence known as she worked her way down the review of herbs. “Matron’s Pulpit. Basil, Dill, Horehound, Mint, Belladonna, Elecampane…” she tarried on the last stem, her mind whipping with thought, tongue pressed to the roof of her mouth as the silence of the small antechamber soothed her. “Deaconwort.” She smiled as she found the word, and beamed when she caught the impressed eyes of Master Lorenz.

“Splendid, Princess, splendid!” His bushy eyebrows gestured his approval, his mouth hidden by a prodigious beard. “I see you’ve been studying, very dutifully indeed, simply splendid.” His rough tenor, carved by age, contrasted her ringing alto, both commanding different forms of attention, both fitting their roles. The old man was right, of course: Erika had tortured herself throughout her last night, buried in tomes of herbalist lore. She couldn’t see the use of it, but she had long since learned that she was not wise enough to understand everything that would make her better, especially in the Mysteries. Her fading smile was buoyed for another few moments as she remembered a petulant tantrum, one protesting wearing powerful spectacles atop her perfect vision. The cathedral’s bells rung, far above in the high tower. “You’re free to go, your Highness. Remember to study Gowen’s Treatises for next time…”

The aging scholar looked like he would continue for hours , so Erika cut him off with a quick stand and a shallow bow, all the unranked man was entitled from her. A muttering that led to silence followed her out of the room, right into intent, genteel eyes. Erika smiled again, and turned to walk through the cloister. Sir Alarik followed close by her. He was her father’s newest guard, hardly two years older than her. Clad in the black and gold of the Knights of the Body, in decorative plate and a jeweled saber, he carried in one hand a small wrapped package, a box of in clean white paper. “Good morning, your Highness.” The bells finished their chiming. “Or, afternoon.” He smiled a handsome, winning smile at Erika, too familiar by only a hair. Erika couldn’t help but smile back, ever so slightly.

“Is my father looking for me, Sir Alarik?” She knew he would have some excuse for meeting, though she was beginning to suspect there were ulterior motives. She’d find a way to make her disinterest clear, despite the lean musculature and regal jawline. Mastery of the sword did not a consort make, not alone, and there was little blood to be spoken of. His tan skin evidence that well enough, the mark of a provincial noble with a few mines and cattle.

“He’s not, your Highness.” He clearly enjoyed her surprise. “A package came for you, delivered this morning. A gift to your family, but it must be for you.” Erika narrowed her eyes at the package, suspicious. “It is the duty of the Body to check all packages bearing a noble seal.” She snatched the package, unwrapping it as the strong knight and the demure princess entered the Imperial gardens. Wind blew at her blonde locks, sending them dancing among the smells of spring. Alarik’s short cut stood resolute, though his woolen mantle gave small ripples in the breeze.

She pried the seal open with her nails, whose beauty were sacrificed for her practice of alchemy. “I’m well aware of your duties.” Her rebuke was soft. “They do not include assumptions about Family affairs.” She tore off the paper, handing it to the chagrined warrior, who took it gracefully. She opened the top of the card box, and saw a brilliant, pristine diamond sitting within. A sunbeam infiltrated the box and caught its facets, and a rainbow spread clear as day. Erika felt her breath catch in her throat at the beauty. “…but I think, in this case, I’ll forgive you. In whose name was it giv-“

Alarik was making to answer as her finger brushed the gem. It felt like her hand was on fire. She pulled it back with enough force to drop her to the ground, splaying herself on the mown grass. The flames did not die, and shot up her arm, rushing towards her mind. She called for her magic, but it did not come. Her last sight before being swallowed by darkness was Sir Alarik, crouching beside her, face white with fear.

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Her vision swam as she found herself somewhere new. She felt tired, confused, as though the world was spinning. Her body felt odd, surreal: too tall, clumsy, heavy. She assumed she was in her bedroom, or in a pagoda in the gardens, but a quick look around found herself… somewhere. Strange men and women in strange armor. A metal room of bizarre metal instruments, centered around a scar-faced man. Fear knotted in her stomach. “W-where am I?” Her voice quavered, and the knot of terror only grew when she realized her voice was not her own.

Princess Swap: An Interdimensional Freaky Friday Switch

Name: Erika Mecklinger-Straitz, of the Royal House of Gotha

Titles: Crown Princess, on the Writ of Heaven, of the Imperial Union of Teuta, Gant and Saxus, Arch-Hierophant of the Nine Mysteries and Margrave of the Capital Provinces
Age: 16

Gender: Female

Occupation: De Jure, head of the Church of the Nine Mysteries, Mayor of the city of Hohenstadt and Colonel of the 1st Royal Cuirassiers. De Facto , a student of magic in the Holy College of St. Lothar, Ostersalin.

Affiliation: The Imperial Union of Teuta, Gant and Saxus, most commonly referred to as simply ‘The Union’, and to her father, Emperor Ferdinand II.

Appearance: Erika is a slim woman, of modest constitution and impressive beauty. Long, flame-orange hair cascades down a slender body blossoming well into womanhood. Her skin is the purest alabaster white, unblemished by a life within palaces and fine antechambers. Her eyes are wide, inviting, trained to always seem interested in what is before her. Her smile gleams bright-white between ruby lips, set in its position of prominence beneath a button nose and a heart-shaped face. She is well suited for the corsets and silks that she squeezes her lithe form into. Her hands are soft, gentle, but blessed with long and clever fingers that follow the whims of the clever brain which directs them. She sits with excellent posture, speaks with the appropriate level of polite courtesy with a voice taught to sound like the ringing of churchbells and command similar attention. Her walk is fast, though never hurried, a trait shared by everything from her pen strokes to her recitation. She is the consummate princess, carved from marble over a decade and a half of constant, dedicated tutelage.

Personality: Erika is driven first and foremost by duty. She feels strongly the sense of obligation that royalty instills, her mind always reminds her of her noblesse oblige. Her whole life she has felt the responsibility of her position as Crown Princess, the only child of her father and his late wife, Erika’s mother. She is a hard worker, diligent and dedicated, and she hates to leave things unfinished. She wants to improve herself as best she can, fill the large shoes her world-famous father will one day leave her. She tries her best to treat everyone with respect, and end the petulant habits that she picked up during her earlier childhood. She has always been a follower of authority, never one to question the status quo. Her life has been one of strict rules and ancient guidelines, and she has never seen reason to question them. She obeys her father, directs her servants, listens to her teachers and delegates to the chosen individuals who perform the duties foisted upon the Princess by ancient law. She is possessed of a quick wit, a trait encouraged by the father whose wife was so famous for her own, and she is always the first to laugh. She has, fundamentally, lived a life of material ease and dedicated duty, and has never truly felt the stresses she has so often read about in her histories or heard from the mouths of her many, many tutors.

History: Twenty-one years ago, the young and martial Emperor Ferdinand II struck down his many opponents at the battle of Westerlich, bringing to a close what is now known as the forty years war. In need of a bride, having gained the throne due to the battle deaths of his two older brothers and aging father, he took a bride from an enemy land as a symbol of goodwill and a capstone to a very favorable treaty that pronounced the Union as the greatest power in the known world. Fertility proved decidedly difficult, with the greatest mages and scholars unable to cure whatever ill had befallen the royal family. Only after difficulty, incantation and prayer did one child manage to be born to them, the Princess Erika. Two years later, the Empress died, plunging the Emperor into deep mourning. Erika was raised with the expectation that she would take the throne, with no direct male relatives likely to be produced. She proved herself to be brilliant enough to manage the task, or so her tutors told both her and her father. She excelled at all matters academic, from natural philosophy to the Mysteries of the arcane. Traditionally, the duties of the Princes and Princesses are split between children, with the Heir Apparent not taking much of a role, to instead learn to govern the nation as a whole, and so Erika has delegated the powers that have all fallen into her lap, only now beginning to take them on as she masters the craft of rulership one field at a time. One day, having received a gift bearing an official seal but lacking a name, she took a break from studying scripture to open it. A beautiful diamond, the size of her eye, glittering within in the light of the Imperial gardens, and as she touched it her life was changed, perhaps forever.

Weapons and Equipment: When made to inspect ‘her’ troops, Erika wears a saber and the traditional blue-and-grey of the Union soldiery. She rarely does so. Erika has never had a talent for martial virtues, and so prefers to dress in the finery of the court, of the comfort of more private garbs. She carries the mark of her Holy office around her neck, as she has to by law, a great nonagon of gold and chalcedony, and wears an elaborate ring of inscribed platinum that serves as the focus for her magic, but otherwise changes her outfit and accoutrements to fit her situation.

Skills and Abilities: Erika has been trained to be everything an Imperial crown princess should be. She has a searing intellect, one of analysis and deep memory. She is a captivating speaker, able to sway minds and entertain when need be. Her beauty has become apparent as she has aged, and she is thought quite the impressive sight by the nobility within and without the Union. She reads quickly, writes faster, can play the harp and viola, and has always had a fondness for polite dances. She is physically unimpressive, slender and flexible but otherwise more than average for her age. Her greatest strength is her magical ability, the talent in which she finds the most joy, on which she spends the most time, and in which she has the most success.

Magical Spells: Magic is a ever-present force, changeable and bizarre, which flows invisibly through the world. With the help of the nine Gods, nine Mysteries have been given to humanity to let them open themselves to this force and harness it with willpower and understanding. Erika is a truly impressive talent with the ninth of nine, whose purview is forces and energy, the basic components of reality. She can lens space, move objects with her willpower, and direct galvanic currents with extreme precision or scope, but not both at once. She has considerable experience with the sixth of nine, which governs healing and life, and a passable capability with the third, which governs oracles, seeing and clairvoyance.

Christmas & Friends RP?

God, if there's still space I'd love to be a part of this.

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@Mega Birb

l-lewd...

The Star's Dreams: A gathering of individuals for excitation and pleasure.

This sounds right up my alley, I hope I can make a character up to the task.

Ignite Heart! A Magical Girl RP

Afraid I'm going to drop out of this one, sorry. It's my own fault: it seems that everyone else had similar ideas to me and beat me to the punch so to speak. Good luck!

Ignite Heart! A Magical Girl RP

I'll get a character done soon, sorry for the delays.

Ignite Heart! A Magical Girl RP Interest Check and Signups

I'm interested! I'd love to write something like this, especially something less than conventional.