<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 -&gt; Park.<br/>
w/ Professor Ianice Class -&gt; Alone + Deidara Gang - Deidara Gang.<br/>
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Carrying Beauvilliers rosary and sack with books - Sack of books + Astrology Book - Astrology Book.<br/>
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Mystera quietly nodded, glimpsing towards each professor before shaking her head. Standing after, she gathered her books and gracefully curtsied to the gentlemen. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(160, 115, 221)">"Merci beaucoup. I shall join ye by the rise of dawn, if ye are present..." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">She curtsied once more before spinning on her heels and heading towards the door. She did pause, though, and glanced over her shoulder at the man... Dayyan. She did notice his activated magic, and did notice how his eyes trailed her arm... did he also see Anais? She gave a quaint smile to the male before deciding to finally leave, hugging her sack closer... but she could still not leave, as she finally remembered the green girl. As her hand rested on the door handle, she decided to give the men one last word of advice. </span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(160, 115, 221)">"Ye are not finished here... as there was one other who ye must conduct this with. They may be different..." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">She paused, deciding to lock eye contact with Ianice. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(160, 115, 221)">"Yet odd butterflies attract the most peculiar of wandering gazes..."</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">She smiled, and bowed her head before offering yet another glimpse towards Dayyan. She could feel Anais lingering, with a slight rumbling once more occuring as she was testing to see if Dayyan would activate his magic again. This time her magic was targeted, and if he changed his vision... he would see Anais knelt in front of him. Perhaps this would spook him? Either way, she held back a giggle at Anais' tomfoolery before finally leaving the room. <br/>
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~ <i>Later </i>~<br/>
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Mystera had one leg crossed over the other with her arms crossed. She seated at a nearby park. She was reading a book in regards to Astrology - an interest of Mystera's. Her mind wandered while her eyes delved into the book in front of her... but she felt a sense of dizziness once more setting in. Her tattoo burned once more to signal the presence of Anais, and she could feel the pressure of her palm gently placed on her thigh as she leaned in closer to her twin sister...</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)"><i>"Thy had shown kindness not necessary to thyself... thy say others enjoy a chance, my love?"</i></span><br/>
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Mystera sighed through her nostrils, albeit quietly. She closed her eyes and did feel the corner of her lips twitch... a smile almost formed, since she knew the green-skinned girl must have been treated differently, with the likelihood of ignorance, simply due to her obvious oddities.<br/>
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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(160, 115, 221)">"I do not feel shame over thy judgement, my love... all butterflies must fly to survive."</span></i><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">She paused, hearing approaching footsteps. Opening her eyes, she saw a gang of elves... with Deidara leading them. She remained silent as Deidara crossed his arms in front of her, kneeling down. His eyes judged the book she read, before meeting her own.</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(32, 178, 170)">"So, you got in, freak."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"> He raised his finger and flicked her forehead, to which Mystera flinched her head backwards; away from Deidara. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(32, 178, 170)">"You're lucky. But our luxurious houses have also found a way to get us in as well." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">He offered a shallow grin, standing erect with his arms outstretched to signal the rest of the elves behind him. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(32, 178, 170)">"<i>All</i> of us."</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">A friend of Deidara, Vania, stepped past him and snatched the book she was reading. She then giggled... </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Ew, astrology. Trying to find your boyfriend, freak?"</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)"> She continued to giggle as the rest of said elves joined in. Suddenly, Mystera's book caught on fire. Dropping it, Vania feigned shock with a dramatic gasp. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Uh-oh! Your book of stars just exploded!"</span><br/>
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Mystera remained silent as the group of elves began to cackle, deciding to walk away at this time with continuing judgmental stares. Mystera was then left alone... and her eyes stared at the book of ashes in front of her. Then she felt droplets of rain... oh, how similar this scene was. Nostalgia began to flourish throughout the longevities of her mind as she began to recall the death of her parents by <i>her own hands</i>.<br/>
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Not that she was homicidal... but she needed bodies to attempt an offering for reincarnation. It's too bad Anais was summoned this way... but, Mystera could never be truly alone since Anais was always around. She stayed sat, and began to play once more with her rosary as droplets of rain carressed the fibers of her hair and dress.<br/>
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<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">"Thou stay sat in the rain... why, my love?"</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(160, 115, 221)">"I am not alone, even now, my love - as thou must know. Rain is but a downpour of reminiscence, my love."</span></i><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">In reality, rain allowed a clearer connection to Anais. Her abilities to vibrate the very essence around her was due to potential energy, after-all. Electricity, even if miniscule. All knew electricity did not mix with water, but was only amplified...</span></span>​</div>