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[elight]

Greetings. My name is Edelgard von Hresvelg, Emperor of the Adrestian Empire.

Much like all I have the other “Moonblessed”, I have found myself falling victim repeatedly to the effects of the lunar cycle. Were the side effects merely physical, I would think nothing of the process, however...the mental imbalance that the moon stirs within me often invokes...irresponsible proclivities. While many seem to have accepted this status quo of life in this place, I will continue to reject it for the sake of having full control over myself and my decision-making.

Currently, I’m seeking any scholars on the subject that can offer insight into possible/potential counter measures to the ostensible curse of the moonblessed. Much the way that demichroma is a synthetic that can ease the need for chroma proper, I have to wonder if there is something artificial or otherwise that can assuage the monthly effects of the lunar cycle.

Anyone with pertinent information or willing to discuss this topic are welcome to join me for tea.

Thank you for your time.
~
Edelgard von Hresvelg,
Emperor of Adrestia

TEXT; UN: LOCALBIGSIS

[thinkingpositive]

I know this sounds like an odd question but I can't think of any better way to come up with an answer.

Say that you've just basically returned from the dead. Not a zombie or anything but well kind of but not really!

What should you give your friends as an apology gift? Flowers? Something more extravagant?

text;

[downswing]

FROM: absterge

一 Amphitheatre bloodshed. How many wounded?

二 What is remembered?

三 How much known of the spirit Majestas?

( ooc: dated after the amphitheatre showdown | the interrogation no one asked for )

video;

[demachi]

[A man with long, flowing silver-blue hair stands with a hand over his heart, his other hand reaching out to an equally ethereal young lady. They look perfectly matched in natural color scheme, and their outfits--blood red shot with gold and silver--make them look like they’re from another world. They stand in dual spotlights, only a few feet apart.]

Her hair was as pale as the fallen snow, her lips as delicate as rose petals, and she was to be Queen in only a few short years…

[The said Queen-to-be fits the description perfectly. She doesn't even look like she's wearing make-up or a wig-- the physical feature being described were completely natural. Despite the overzealous recitation of his lines, the girl doesn't look at all bothered. She listens, waits, and stays still until it is her turn.]

But the wicked will always be wicked, and my throne and life were stolen away by jealousy and hatred my pure heart could not fathom…

[They take a step closer to each other.]

When we meet, will she remember me? I’ve been gone so long… We were mere children when we played together.

Will I have the courage to fight for my future, or will I live forever alone, wondering what could have been?

Snow White, with a heart as crystalline as the morning sun.

And the man who would be her Prince, who she was destined to find again…

[The stage they’re standing on darkens, and a voiceover announces the title of the play: The Miraculous Tale of Snow White.

Really, it’s just Wataru throwing his voice, but you totally bought it, didn’t you?

A few moments later, the two stars appear closer to the camera, all smiles and waving politely.]

Please join us each weekend next month for a theatrical production to rival any star’s! I am, as always, your devoted Wataru Hibiki. And our star, as bright as can be--

[He gestures to Weiss to introduce herself.]

Weiss Schnee. [A pause, because she has to think of a description for herself that's as flashy as Wataru's. He can't very well upstage her!] We'll be serenading our way into your hearts soon, regardless of how icy or thorny it may be.

Tickets on sale now! And all those who attend our opening night will be invited to a celebratory soiree.

Seats are limited and selling quickly, so don’t delay. We'll see you there.

[The stars take a bow; and they’ll be around to field questions and inquiries!]

Voice;

[princeadjacent]

Hello out there. The name's Euge--wait. [ He doesn't know how often Rapunzel tunes into this thing, but he'd better play it safe. If she catches wind of what he's doing, she'll get curious. And if she gets curious, the surprise'll be ruined.

He clears his throat. ] Lance. The name's Lance. 

Now, I'm here today because I've found myself in a bit of a pickle. You see, I need some speakers. I'd buy them myself, of course, but I'm a liiittle short on funds right now. Which is why I was hoping someone out there could help a guy out.

I only need them for a night, and I swear you'll get them back in one piece or my name isn't...whatever it is I said before.

So, how about it? Do we have a deal?