<div class="floatleft">(https://www.fashionhanfu.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/fashion-hanfu-black-hanfu-dress-1.jpg) </div><strong>Character Name:</strong><em>Fennu (https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1055259521792090144/1064213183113469992/image.png)</em><br/><strong>Main Progeny Crystal:</strong><em>Crystelia Ignis</em><br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black Cheongsam for reasons of mourning.<br/><strong>HP:</strong><em>70/70</em><br/><strong>EP:</strong><em>60/60</em><br/><br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>1500</em><br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>Beijing South Railway station/Triumvirat Villa, Echeveau </em><br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Prospective Crystelia Coven Members  |<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Has luggage with her.<br/><hr/><br/>"You know your always welcome to come home."<br/><br/>It had been the last words her grandmother had said to her as she stepped onto the train and they echoed in her head. She had tried to hide her loss and her rage from the old woman, but there was only so much one could hide from the woman who had raised you. She had hopped that the clear loss of their shared love, her grandfather, would have hidden the pain she felt in her new life some, but the old woman had seen it. She had lost her way some in hiding her rage.<br/><br/>So she had gotten on the train. A backpack, a large suitcase and all the time in the world to think about her new position in life. Once the pride of a nation, now the fat discarded off the meat of the industry that ate little girls and used them for prestige. The worst part was she did not even feel she could leave China, why bother, the rest of the world knew this was done and did nothing to stop it. Her value was low in the eyes of the world stage, not just this one nation. Yet she carried gold for her nation and and buried with her grandfather the medals she had once bore with pride. She let them go as she lay him to rest and cried. Now sitting in black on a train speeding down the countryside she had only one thing to show for it and it felt like fate.<br/><br/>A Tanto was an odd thing to own in China, the blade a piece of Japanese pride and culture. But in the war that had seen the forces of the hated neighbours do unspeakable acts upon her homeland it has not been only their people that had died. Carried in the cockpit of one of their fighters had been a young officer with this same blade. Her grandfathers father had taken it and used it to end the mans life. A thought that she was now reflecting on.<br/><br/>So held a weapon of war and perhaps fate had shaped her into a weapon? She was often seen as odd, undersized, small, almost childlike but for a streak of white hair she had from when she had hit her head once in training. Walking along a beam and slipping. She had dyed her hair to make it go away when she danced but now she found it was not worth the effort. Now she liked its contrast to the rest of her and she liked that it made her stand out.<br/><br/>Still perhaps the men who had spoken to her had her best interests in mind and it was time to settle. Fennu had to admit that having a nickname of rage was not the most appealing name for a lady, perhaps she should think of another. But dancing in red and white she had always felt more at home as Fennu then she had ever felt as Chichi. A cute name her mother had given her, but cute was all she had now and she wanted the chance to reshape that.<br/><br/>The thoughts though drifted away into sleep which quickly ate away the hours. It was not until a kind older lady in a train staff uniform looked at her and kindly said that they had arived in the capital she sat up.<br/><br/>"Thank you miss." Fennu said softly and stood, taking both her bags and moving out onto the platform, the sound of the trains and the smell of high electricity and the ozone it created. It was all old news to her and soon she was walking to the gate.<br/><br/>"Ticket." A man said bluntly.<br/><br/>"I travel free sir." She said and took out her identity card. One of the perks she would carry for life was the 'gratitude' of the state. Little things that did not really matter where granted to her to make her feel like she was special. Like she was important. A life? No. But free travel? Why not.<br/><br/>The man checked the card against the system and saw she was telling the truth. Without a thought on why this was the case he waved her past to a bag check station? Coming out of the station? This must have been a Covid thing. She put her bag on the conveyer and then stepped though the detector. Of course having forgotten she carried the Tanto is set off the alarm. She paused, thought about it and went to put it away when a hand caught her.<br/><br/>It was not the way that the officer held her that made her angry or even the way he stood over her. She was use to being controlled and folded inside herself for men in these positions all the time. Give into their power and they would feel like they had won. Then you were on your way without much in the way of delay and without much to worry about. They wanted to feel strong, she could be small and weak if they needed that. The issue was his look. It was not that of a man that wanted power, it was the look of hunger. Of a man that liked what he saw.<br/><br/>"Sir." She said softly. "Please let me go."<br/><br/>"Have you been a bad girl?" He asked with a tone she could only call patronising. He was going to try this? Have you been a naughty girl and I will have to punish you? Goodness.<br/><br/>"No sir." She said hoping the small shadow of herself would allay any issues. He seemed to... make him come alive? What would the other girls say? Turn him on? What an odd sentence. Her submission was not what he wanted for power games...<br/><br/>"Come with me." He said after thinking it over and she bowed.<br/><br/>"Sir my things?"<br/><br/>"Very well."<br/><br/>Fennu collected her bags and followed the man into the back room of the small offices that the security team had set aside. She stood her bags against the wall and then moved to sit as he locked the door. Sitting in the small wooden chair she looked at him as he grinned and then grabbed her, pawing at her dress. She tried to push him away but was never going to have the strength. She snapped her hand out, caught him in the neck and he pulled away coughing. As he grasped to grab her a flash of steel an a moment to step aside as blood exited his wrist. She did not think of the effects of this action, only wiped the blade on his white shirt to clean it and said in her soft submissive tone.<br/><br/>"Sir are we done here?"<br/><br/>The man screamed as the shock wore away, so Fennu grabbed her bags, opened the door and stepped though the now open doorway...<br/><br/>------------<br/><br/>There was a moment of confusion as the space around her changed, but Fennu was too distracted by what she had just done to think much on the change as anything odd. She was reflecting on how much shit she was in as the voice spoke from every far away. A woman's voice. Properly an announcement on the PA. Likely about how dangerous she was or something. She best give herself up while she could explain all this.<br/><br/>But words did filter through and though long practice of reflecting, Fennu pulled what she had somehow managed to peace together and framed it in her mind. Magic, risk, a new realm. As far as practical jokes went this one was elaborate. But then came the line.<br/><br/>“Pick a wand. Let’s start with… you.”<br/><br/>The woman was looking at her, which was in of itself not unexpected. She had just cause a lot of problems. But then her mind clicked too "Pick a wand" and she had to admit this was new to her. She moved slowly, not hearing the rest of the spoken words as she reached out and touched the only one that mattered.<br/><br/>In a see of blacks, greens, yellows and blues there was one that looked like her old batten. She reached out to the red but did not pick it up. Her fingers running across the surface like a lovers on flesh. Black eyes wandering around the room checking for other options, then coming back to this one. This...<br/><br/>Her hand closed around the wand and she lifted it, her eyes closing a moment and the white streak in her hair seeming for a moment to catch on fire. The old scar shifting from white to red to flames to white again and the meek and seemingly broken girl suddenly looked very very very dangerous. The meekness all lost in the sudden rush of heat. Her eyes fell upon Alethea and she bowed to the woman, low. Then she broke the submissive look she carried by grinning in an almost gleeful way. No aggression, no hate, no rage there right now. Just pure joy.<br/><br/>"For the Sunrise, We are fire."