<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-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px">Quietly, while seated within the rear confines of this classroom had Mystera seemingly been forgotten. The young green-skinned woman brushed against her on the way out of the classroom, and Mystera's eyes followed the girl. Soon all tests were supposedly finished. She had noticed the snobbish band of elves make their way out of the room, however one of them - a previous fling of Mystera who also shared a similar backstory to her, paused. He stepped up to the woman as Mystera met eye contact with the elf.</span></span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(22, 125, 119)"><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 15px">"You. You weren't tested, were you?"</span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Mystera tilted her head as the room emptied out, and she stood ever so slowly before glancing over the males' shoulder at this gauge. <br/>
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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 0, 204)">"Thou must place thy palm on such the contraption, my love... it beckons you forth."  </span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">(Anaís)</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">"I have yet to show such prowess, Deidara. Thou has not passed?" </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">(Mystera/Élodie)</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(22, 125, 119)">"Pfft. What a hindrance it might be to <i>actually </i>go to the White Castle. There are but other sources that need such excellence as I." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">(Deidara)<br/>
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There was then an awkward silence as Mystera's eyes gazed at the gauge. She had wondered what her powers would emit.. and with that, she felt Deidara's palm on her shoulder and a whisper in her ear.</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(22, 125, 119)">"Such a divine freak such as yourself belongs there, however. But of the seduction your "beloved" whispers in your ears.. that I know." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">(Deidara)<br/>
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With that, the male elf exited the room and Mystera was left alone. A bunch of adults had gathered, but this did not stop Mystera. Walking past any subset of students did she find her quiet, graceful footsteps to this group of Professor Ianice. Perhaps he would recognize her? Many professors did due to her academic prowess. Regardless, and without explicit permission, she held her hand out to the gauge...<br/>
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It had began to vibrate back and forth, as if pulling from one direction to another. Colors began to fluctuate outside of what was explained to the students... but why? </span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)"><i>"Thou are making thy presence known, my love?" </i></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">(Mystera/Élodie)</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)"><i>"Oui. Thou must perform. I shall assist."  </i></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">(Anaís)<br/>
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It is with her last words that the gauge cracked after fluctuating in strange lights.. albeit with the focus of yellow, white and brown. Yet the gauge seemed to reverberate back and forth... as if there were a simultaneous pull. Once it were done, she glanced down to the ground silently. Perhaps she was not to do this, but her beloved Ana<b>í</b>s knew much more.</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">"...Professor." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">(Mystera/Élodie) She quietly said in the direction of Ianice.</span></span>