<div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(136, 80, 213)"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'">Mystera</span></span></span><br/>
<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">@ Professor Ianice Classroom.<br/>
w/ Strangers.<br/>
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Carrying Beauvilliers rosary and sack with books.</span><br/>​</div><br/><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(136, 80, 213)">"Tis' the scowl of thy presence that beckons me, my love.." </span>She whispered to herself in reference to this... "White Castle" as she approached its' divine gates in her imagination. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(136, 80, 213)"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">"For it not my calling to see your audience before my eyes in good health...''</span></span><br/>
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<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">"Rest easy, my dearest brethren.." </span></i> A melancholic voice spoke within the whimsical nature surrounding her magical nature as the tattoo scarred upon her flesh, albeit by her own doing, burned alight. She was summoned, being the woman she was, for her very talents. She had foresight into the nether realm not often akin to the knowledge of others. For it the sacrifice of Mystera's flesh to only communicate with the her other half that led her to find whatever way to reunite with her beloved Anais.<br/>
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Anais was once her beloved twin sister, very much alive and sharing the same likelihood of Mystera's own surname. The two were inseparable. But she was taken too soon, and Mystera could not stand for this. It was only but consequential to Anais' death that Mystera became she currently is... or so she believed.<br/>
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She was deep in her own thoughts, though, as she found herself standing in front of the door that led to the very room she was supposed to attend. T'was but a inconsequential fleet that seemingly allowed her to effortlessly find her way. Sheltered from the frigid lands buried with such Northern delight, Mystera clasped between her two hands a rosary that was dear to her as her eyes blankly stared to the doors facing her. She placed a placed a flat palm on the door in front of her, and closed here yes as she continued to whisper to herself, regardless of who heard.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(136, 80, 213)">"Does thou sense similar souls, my love?" </span><br/>
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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">"Oui, my love. You may enter."</span></i><br/>
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Her affirmation only led to a subtle smile planted on Mystera's features as her fingers clutched the knob, slowly turning it before entering the bustling room. There were so many strangers in here. From a small, seemingly rambunctious girl to quite astute beings effortlessly making their presence known. With that, she simply, and quietly, closed the door behind her and grabbed the nearest seat, still clutching in her palms her rosary.<br/>
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Her eyes, which could be thought of as misty, carefully watched those before her as she began to go silent and her tattoo slowly returned its' typical charcoal mark.<br/>
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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(136, 80, 213)">"Does thou wish for me to engage, my love?"</span></i></span><br/>
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<i><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">"Non, my love. You must obey thy eyes and intuition. Those who seek your company shall approach. You know where you must be, and it is within these four walls."</span></span></i><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Anais' voice glimmered in a hushed whisper to only the ears of Mystera, less anyone was close enough or paid mind enough as she watched the interaction between teacher and students.<br/>
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Yes, she was also a student... but preferred to stay silent. She preferred to stay within the confines of the shadow wherever she was. She was a good student here, but with her own personal ambitions that would only cause her to stand out. Not that she minded, as she was the girl who "spoke to herself."</span></span></span>