<div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(136, 80, 213)"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 26px">Mystera</span></span></span><br/>
<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">@ Professor Ianice Classroom.<br/>
w/ Professor Ianice Class.<br/>
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Carrying Beauvilliers rosary and sack with books.</span>​</div><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Mystera smiled, returning erect in her posture as she crossed one leg over the other. A professor of the White Castle - the prestigious entity she was being interviewed to attend. She adjusted her braided ponytail while closing her eyes and listening to the further amount of questions that were being asked to her by Professor Ianice, a dim smile locating itself on her soft features. Hushed whispers once more spoke...<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 0, 204)"><i>"Does thou intrigue show itself, my love?" </i></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">She whispered... yes, Ianice could possibly hear this, as well as Asterrio -- but to her knowledge Asterrio had always written it off as an effect of Mystera's magical capabilities. Did he know the real truth, though?<br/>
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Regardless, after he had finished his set of questions, she hummed in response -- thinking of how to answer. She did not have much in the name of hobbies to her name. She dedicated much of her time academically or through researching ways to return her twin sister to her... for Mystera was quite lonely.</span></span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8850d5"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(160, 115, 221)">"Thy needn't know my extracurricular activities. My ambitions are only that of seldom interest akin to only my own... for others rarely understand."</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">With that, she let loose a quiet, nasally sigh. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(160, 115, 221)">"However, to satisfy your criteria... I enjoy a good book, and dislike those who disrespect the departed."</span></span></span></span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#8850d5"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 0, 204)"><i>"Thou lips are loose, my love.."</i></span></span></span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Anais echoed as Mystera could feel her anxiety beginning to raise. Why, she could not comprehend. Was it due to her actually beginning to feel intimidated? She began to trail into the thought process of how this illustrious White Castle could bring her closer to her twin sister... regardless, after gazing at the floor did she return her eyes to Professor Ianice.</span></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(160, 115, 221)"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">"My ambitions are to complete what I am missing. To return to me what has been taken... and finally, non." </span></span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Her eyes once more gazed to her lap in melancholic wonder. </span></span></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(160, 115, 221)"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">"Thou needn't permission from those already departed."</span></span><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"> </span></span>