<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'">@ Park.<br/>
w/ Alone + Intern Dayyan.<br/>
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Carrying Beauvilliers rosary.<br/>
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<span style="font-size: 15px">Mystera continued to allow her thoughts to intertwine with that of the enigmatic void. Endless and unpredictable - a flood of possibilities flushed by a familiar voice that was approaching her and battling to that of the echoes of the drizzle still embracing her being. Anais had vanished at this point, and her tattoo had stopped burning. Mystera winced at the sudden disappearance of Anais, and appearance of the man from earlier. She was never told his name, now that she begun to contemplate as her eyes gazed at his approaching body.<br/>
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By this point she was beginning to become effected by the rain. Her magic did swell, albeit externally from her own body with a tinge of internal effect. She respectfully nodded her head in greeting to the male and watched as he say next to her. She remained stoic until he spoke, though her eyes did gaze upon the mushy ash of her previous hobby... she always had a book in front of her when she felt shy and alone. Yes, she knew Anais was nearby... but felt comfort when it was just them two. She was not too much kind to the idea of any other due to the maltreatment she had experienced...<br/>
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His words were sweet, yet Mystera had grown used to the critical conditions of the outdoors. She no longer had a home, and wore her current dress around as a keepsake of her past. She found her ways to bathe... and did have belongings she could travel with stashed around. She rarely slept, but it was no matter. She was never truly alone, and that it what mattered most to her.<br/>
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Once he finished asking his questions, Mystera glimpsed once more towards his direction. While she did appreciate his concern since few asked of Mystera's own well-being in this... enterprise of a town, her appreciation did fade once he asked for more information. She could feel Anais once more lingering, also interested in what the male had to ask...<br/>
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From his own did her eyes gaze into the distance, and she quietly sighed through her nostrils before nodding. She was to journey with this man and Ianice to the White Castle, after-all. She enjoyed the sound of the pouring rain as well as it grew in strength and numbers... Mystera could even begin to effortlessly feel her twin which made a quaint smile show itself.</span></span>​</div>