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Nicole’s mention of the Castor incident rang some bells in Astrelle’s memory. It had been all over the news at the time, but that was as far as her involvement with the issue extended to. Her eldest brother attended the benefit as the representative of the Lennox clan. Astrelle avoided addressing the incident in her reply, having no attachment to it, and instead found interest in Nicole’s mention of arcades and clubs.

“Interesting. We may have crossed paths at one of those venues. I’ve been to several in Valentia before.” Astrelle often skipped on lessons and responsibilities to explore the metropolis and its many activities. On a few occasions, mostly when Astrelle was younger, she and her friends went to arcades to let out some steam. She fondly recalled the feeling of excitement generated from the flashing lights and signs, and the eccentric sound effects and music that blared from the numerous machines. They were an effective distraction from her daily life, but as she got later in her teens she lost passion for playing games.

Another tremor reverberated through the aircraft, forcefully shaking the table and the articles on top. Astrelle quickly lifted her tea cup and firmly secured the saucer over it, acting as a lid to prevent the contents from spilling. In that moment, Astrelle’s mind circled back to the aforementioned Castor incident, and she felt a cold shiver run down her spine. The unsettling feeling of impending doom was merely momentary, and faded as the aircraft returned to a stable state.

Victoria Glass excused herself from the table, appearing as though something urgent had been communicated to her through the earpiece hidden behind strands of silver hair. Something seemed off, but Astrelle figured that worrying about it would be unproductive.

Now unsupervised, Penny took the chance to address all the girls in the group. Astrelle found the topics and queries she brought up rather boorish—their opinions about being Ars Magi seemed generally naive from Astrelle’s perspective, probably helped by their interest in sugar-coated magical girl television shows. She entertained the idea of sharing her nihilistic viewpoint on it to see how’d they react, but decided against it. It seemed like a good idea to avoid dampening the mood with her pessimism.

“As expected, Vanna,” Astrelle commented, after Vanna’s comprehensive explanation on Ars Magi. Her pedigree and education were undeniable, from her mannerisms to her diction. Astrelle smiled sweetly, “Your diligence and readiness for this noble duty are admirable. I’m sure we can all learn a thing or two from you.”

Meaningless praise. Astrelle was sure Vanna would see through the hollow comment, if she had been similarly overwhelmed with pointless flattery growing up. It seemed like a likely scenario for a Duodecim princess. There was no real intention of Astrelle’s false praise, other than the fact it became second nature to her when interacting with the Venus clan, and by extension, other royalty. She had been taught strictly to pay close attention to her manners and etiquette throughout childhood. It made her feel a bit uneasy, however, when she realized how deep the roots of her parent’s teachings dug into her being.

At that point, Astrelle noticed that her teacup was empty, from taking so many frequent sips while listening to their blabbering. She reached for the teapot and poured herself another serving.





The following introductions caught Astrelle by surprise. An energetic girl with shining, golden eyes promptly used magic to ease the pain of Penny’s unfortunate head injury. For a brief moment, Astrelle wondered if her reason for doing so was to boast her talent, but her suspicions were quickly eliminated. The girl, introducing herself as Dana, had a lively and bright disposition—an eerily perfect match for her Light Elementum. Her existence seemed positioned as the the polar opposite of Astrelle, in both behaviour and magic. Even in this minor interaction, Astrelle noticed how different they were in the way Dana shone with enthusiasm when she spoke, and the sympathy she carried when she tended to an injured stranger. It was slightly unsettling—if elemental affinity could be dictated by the type of person you were, did it mean they were truly opposites? She wondered what kind of fulfilling life Dana must have lived to be so…well, bright.

Penny replied to Dana’s show of magic with her own demonstration, generating small sparks between her fingers. Astrelle raised a single eyebrow at the curious sight, but promptly returned her gaze to her cup of tea. She giggled softly to herself, thinking about whether or not the electric girl would short circuit if she were splashed with water, but the thought quickly dissipated; it was just a dumb joke. The two girls were rather chatty, and Astrelle paid their banter no mind.

The last introduction was most surprising. Vanna hailed from royalty, and given the level of decorum and poise she had exercised so far, there was no reason to doubt her declaration. Astrelle almost laughed at the ill-fated coincidence. She thought she may escape the burden of high society by coming to Nova Lux, but it appeared to have followed her instead. There was little she knew about the Diana clan, but they had a reputation for being righteous and principled even among the Duodecim families. Astrelle felt that the honorable Diana girl may want little to do with the black sheep of the Venus retainers, if she heard the unpleasant rumours of her character.

Victoria Glass made a comment on their backgrounds as well. Though Astrelle disliked mentions of her family, her statement was objective and succinct. It only bothered her that the label of her family name invited unwarranted opinions and expectations, which were extended to her. The Lennoxes presented themselves as highly capable and loyal retainers, and people expected Astrelle to fit the same mold. She, however, craved a unique, individual identity.

“Oh?” Astrelle’s eyes drifted over to Nicole, who mentioned being familiar with her family. It annoyed her that she brought up the bothersome topic again, but Astrelle made a conscious effort to keep a smile on her face. She wondered how much she knew about her family—through all the lectures and punishments given to Astrelle, her family constantly emphasized the importance of their image. If they truly were so concerned about public opinion, her parents may have avoided talking about her to others. However, there was only so much even the Lennoxes could control.

“I used to go to Hasta more often in my childhood. Once or twice a year maybe? I stopped going a few years ago and haven’t been since…” Astrelle’s voice trailed off slightly towards the end, remembering why she stopped going. She chuckled as she swatted the thoughts away. “I had a rather enthusiastic shopping spree the last time I was there. Have you been to Valentia?”






Time: Early Evening
Location: Alexei's
Interaction with: @13org Ylva, @Milkman Finn


Vivian observed the foreign customer with a satisfied smile as she gleefully inspected the bottle of Akevitt. There weren’t many chances to use the more exotic choices of alcohol stored in the cabinets—they seemed to be stored for the purpose of having a collection and the rare occasion like this one where a customer requests an uncommon drink. The menu excluded these options, but there was still a pricing system for them in place.

Upon receiving approval from the customer to create a custom drink, Vivian smiled and grabbed the bottle from the counter. “You got it.”

As Ylva continued to speak, Vivian kept her attention on the conversation while multitasking on the cocktail. The story about her people’s festive traditions sounded pretty intriguing, particularly on the detail about how the main dish of the feast would be slaughtered then and there. Vivian reacted by chuckling, “That’s metal as fuck,” she commented. It was something she would be interested in seeing in her lifetime.

“Call me Viv, short for Vivian. Come by again with more stories, they’re great.” By then, Vivian was already halfway through crafting the Akevitt cocktail. She decided to take the fruity, refreshing route for the concoction, mixing an ounce of the Norwegian spirit with bitters, grapefruit juice, and simple syrup. It was topped off with herby tonic water and served in a tall glass with ice.

Vivian put a coaster in front of her guest, and placed the drink on top. “Here it is, a grapefru-”

A large crashing sound interrupted Vivian’s words. Her head shot up, pinning towards the source of the disturbance, just in time to see the last shards of glass land on the floor from the impact, and a young man grabbing the head of the larger one. The collision was followed by a throng of gasps and whispers that rung throughout the establishment.

“Jesus christ-”

Vivian often turned a blind eye at normal brawls between patrons—she couldn't care less if they wanted to beat each other up. Property damage was another issue. Vivian was on the clock, which meant she had the responsibility of dealing with the debacle. If her attention was taken away from filling orders, there would be less tips for the shift. She sighed.

As the initial shock dissipated, it occurred to her how bizarre the scene was. A brawny man laid unconscious on the floor, and the likely cause of his inanimate state looked like he was barely out of his teenage years. From appearances alone, the odds of the battle seemed stacked towards the brute’s favour, but there he was, unconscious anyway. She made a mental joke to herself that she should ask the blonde kid for self-defense lessons.

“That’s not exactly how you use a door,” Vivian chuckled, now standing in front of the pair, gazing down at their forms. She took out a pad of paper and a pen from her apron that she used for writing orders. She decided to take down their details and let the other, more experienced employees handle the rest. “I’m still going to need ID and some contact information though.”

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Time: 5PM
Location: Alexei's
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Time: 5PM
Location: Alexei's
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@VitaVitaAR Any plans for a plot progression post? Doesn't seem like our characters are the most talkative bunch :'D


As expected, no one had come to see Astrelle off on her last day in Valentia.

She stood alone in the waiting area for the airships, after her servants dropped off the last of her bags. Her family, as usual, were immersed in work, which to them held higher importance than the departure of their daughter. Astrelle’s youngest brother had enough decency to bestow a half-hearted goodbye at the door of their estate as she left, but that was as much warmth as Astrelle would receive. She found comfort knowing that several friends had offered to see her off at the air terminal, but she refused. She could not bring herself to allow them to see this pitiful situation and break whatever illusion they had of her self-assured character. Still, despite her solitude, her shoulders were pulled back and chin held up; she poised herself with pride.

The airship ride was like Astrelle remembered. It had been a few years since her last voyage through the skies, on an occasion where her father took her and her siblings to the city of Hasta to meet with the Venus clan. There was a familiar shaking beneath her feet as the vehicle soared through the sky, and a buzzing sound of the speakers overhead. The glass that divided the sections of the aircraft were clean and well-polished, contrasting from the slight wear of the wood of its furniture. The windows in each cabin were small glimpses into the expanses below: faint lights of cities they left behind, the chilling dark shrouds of Nox that loomed in areas between, and the brilliance of the sun’s rays as it peaked past the horizon and brushed the underbellies of the clouds. Astrelle used to like watching the clouds drift by the window on these trips, and laugh at the occasional curious bird that looked quizzically at the mysterious flying machine. The memory stirred a feeling of nostalgia within her—her family still tolerated her back then.

Astrelle straightened her knee-length skirt before sitting down in her cabin. While she usually wore all-black attire, today’s choice to wear the dark hue symbolized the mourning of her previous life. Though there was little to grieve about her previous lifestyle, there were still small happinesses. She enjoyed the company of her maids and feeling of authority she had over them. She missed the thrill of adventurous outings she had with her friends in the city, and even the physical comfort she found in the casual relationships she had, with the handsome son of her father’s business partner, and the cousin of one of her friends. She wondered if the cuisine in Palmyra would be as palatable as the dishes served by her favourite restaurants in Valentia.

Astrelle found few things to lament over, but yet her nihilistic opinions of what came next did little to spark any other positive emotion. Astrelle had always been a skeptical person, and perhaps her extensive education helped in shaping her point of view. She saw Ars Magi as little more than a government-sponsored program to train child soldiers, something that, as her history textbooks dictate, would have been considered a human rights violation in the past. What use is there having a talent for magic if it meant meeting an early demise at the hands of Voids? Astrelle pitied the dreamy sparkle that shone in the eyes of girls that aspired to be Ars Magi.

The small gathering of incoming Nova Lux students was quaint, sombered by the rumbling of rain that splashed against the airship’s exterior. The woman that sat before them was one such prestigious Ars Magi, even more revered for her position in the Wings of Justice. She had seen Ars Magi before, but none up close. Astrelle, now seated at the small round table, felt melancholic before her. Victoria Glass appeared to her like a mirror—was this who she would become? Despite Victoria’s beauty and aura of strength, Astrelle was unsure if this reflection was one she desired.

Astrelle helped herself to a cup of tea. As she had been trained in youth, she kept her back straight as she lifted the teacup by the dainty handle to her lips. The cup returned to its saucer with a slight clink as Astrelle set it down.

Two of the girls introduced themselves first. The first of which, Nicole, appeared to be in high spirits. The second girl, Penny, seemed more nervous than excited, perhaps both. Astrelle had already begun taking mental notes of the two. Nicole, hailing from the chic city of Hasta, appeared to like fashion. Astrelle figured she could use this to her advantage at some point. Penny’s frantic personality however, did little to spark Astrelle’s interest—not yet, anyway. Regardless, she found Penny's behaviour rather cute.

Astrelle's talent to hide emotion shined in social situations. She embellished her face with her signature half-smile, while her eyes remained cold. “It’s a pleasure to meet everyone,” she lied. “I’m Astrelle Lennox.” She stifled the urge to ask Victoria how many allies she had lost through the years, and reached again for her small cup of tea.
here's my application! she's more of a anti-hero than a righteous magical girl but i wanted to try and see if this character may get accepted into this rp anyway ^_^ hope you like!

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Hey! I'm interested in joining but I'm not sure which element I feel like choosing yet — is it fine to choose one that other characters already have or do you have a preference for the leftover elements to be used?
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