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❛   ▌┊𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 :   sampo  ( @huijarii ) .

            ❝   Oh  —  Madame  Poisson!   ❞ 

           𝐀  𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐄  𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄  𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐈𝐍  𝐀  𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐎𝐅  𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄  𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄.  Though  the  crowded  event  feels  a  little  suffocating,  she's  glad  for  a  somewhat  familiar  face  in  it  all.  Corinne  would,  frankly,  rather  tuck  herself  in  a  corner  with  a  good  book;  but  that  would  hardly  yield  forth  any  good  connections.  Her  parents  —  Maman  especially  —  had  been  quite  adamant  that  she  engage  more  with  the  community.  As  if  every  conversation  here  didn't  feel  like  a  game  of  deception  or  piece  of  some  puzzle  she  cannot  envision  the  completed  image  for.

            Her  expression  falters  only  a  little  at  these  stray  thoughts,  but  Corinne  is  quick  to  smooth  out  the  edges  and  give  the  other  woman  her  undivided  attention.  ❝   There  seems  to  be  a  lot  of  guards  tonight…  do  you  think  something  happened?   ❞  As  she  worries  her  bottom  lip  between  her  teeth,  Corinne's  gaze  flits  from  the  abundance  of  Silvermane  Guards  to  Brughel's.  She  doesn't  know  the  woman  really  well,  but  she's  observed  and  spoken  to  her  enough  in  passing  to  come  to  the  conclusion  that  if  anyone  pays  attention  to  the  going-ons  in  Belobog,  it's  Madame  Brughel  Poisson.  Surely,  she  would  know  the  details  if  not  a  little  gossip  to  keep  things  entertaining.

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𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐢𝐱 — 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐠'𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 .

corinne is the daughter of an influential and affluent family in the overworld of belobog. she walks the path of the harmony. tender-hearted and studious, she splits her time between attending social functions and teaching young children at one of the overworld's schools. underneath her sweet and gentle exterior lies a troubled past and indescribable sadness she does well to hide.

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❛   ▌┊𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 :   dan heng  ( @tempestial ) .    

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐌'𝐒 𝐃𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐀𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐋. The frozen shield it had provided to her and her sudden companion had prevented the stray monster from doing far more damage against them than it should have been capable of. As the last vestiges of the Fragmentum disappeared, so did the translucent ice shield. The battle was over, yet Corinne's worry did not quite dissipate. Although she trusted the Silvermane guards to keep everyone safe, it was hard not to wonder how they were truly faring when Fragmentum like this one slipped past their radar into the city of Belobog proper. As it stood, they were lucky no civilians were injured.

Corinne exhaled sharply, smoothing wrinkles out of her dress before turning her attention to the other. ❝ Your timing was impeccable. Another minute, and I may not have lasted much longer. Are you alright? ❞

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❛   ▌┊𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 :   gepard  ( @dauntingsmite ) .  

𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐍𝐎 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓. Rowena Delacroix seemed to have eyes in the back of her head when it came to her daughter — or, perhaps, that was simply all mothers. Regardless, Corinne couldn't help the sigh of relief that passed at thwarting her mother's efforts to broaden Corinne's social horizons. This wasn't to say that the girl didn't enjoy a ball now and then; but if she were to be honest, the life of a socialite was simply not for her. She preferred to do something meaningful with her time, which is why — after extensive study — she took up a position at one of Belobog's schools, teaching children. Still, even a full work schedule had not deterred her mother from thrusting Corinne into every socially advantageous situation she could get her manicured fingers into.

❝ Troublesome... ❞ Corinne mumbled to herself, eyes closed. She pinched the bridge of her nose as she rounded the corner, opening her eyes just in time to startle at nearly running directly into the chest of none other than one of the Landau siblings. ❝ Oh! Captain, I'm so sorry — I wasn't paying attention. ❞

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           𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄  𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒  𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐋.  She  appears  so  confident  and  sure  of  herself.  Every  room  she  enters,  she  commands  attention.  Whether  that  is  on  purpose  or  simply  part  of  her  personality,  Corinne  isn't  quite  sure;  but  she's  envious  nonetheless.  She,  herself,  isn't  like  that  at  all  —  she'd  be  lucky  not  to  fade  into  the  background  entirely;  but  it'd  also  be  a  lie  to  say  it  wasn't  a  somewhat  self-inflicted  kind  of  loneliness.

            She  listens  with  rapt  attention  as  Brughel  relays  the  latest  gossip.  Corinne  isn't  usually  one  for  it,  but  Madame  Poisson  has  a  particular  way  of  presenting  things  that  make  it  just  enticing  enough  to  be  curious.  Which  makes  sense,  Corinne  supposed.  Brughel  was  a  reporter.  It  was  her  job  to  dig  up  new  stories.

            ❝   No,  I  hadn't  heard!  I  hope  no  one's  gotten  hurt…   ❞  Corinne's  gaze  flits  to  the  guards  again,  and  Brughel's  right.  They  do  look  a  bit  confused.  If  the  culprit  really  had  run  by,  shouldn't  the  guards  be  more  equipped  to  handle  it?  It  doesn't  exactly  put  Corinne  at  ease  about  her  safety  when  out  and  about.

            Her  thoughts  don't  linger  there  long,  though;  swept  up  into  Brughel's  impassioned  concern.  ❝   Oh,  yes,  of  course  —  everything  is  fine!  You  needn't  worry  about  that.   ❞  If  Corinne  were  honest,  thieves  might  be  a  welcome  reprieve  from  the  ghosts  she  faces  on  a  daily  basis.  Some  scars  never  really  go  away.  They  just  carve  into  you,  making  a  home  in  your  rib  cage  when  you  thought  you  were  safe.

            ❝   With  your  knack  for  sleuthing,  I  wouldn't  be  surprised  if  you  caught  the  culprit  before  they  did!  Ah  —   ❞  Corinne's  voice  drops  to  a  whisper,  almost  guilty  as  she  adds,  ❝...  But  don't  tell  them  I  said  that.   ❞

     In  all  of  years  of  doing  business,  he  had  developed  a  knack  for  getting  into  character  beyond  just  reciting  lines.  Learning  how  to  apply  makeup,  style  wigs   &&   set  them  on  his  head,   &&   finding  clothing  was  also  a  bit  easier  as  he  went  for  what  fit  his  body  well.  Not  just  taking  up  the  appearance  of  a  proper   &&   prim  woman,  but  anyone  he  put  his  mind  to,  whatever  the  job  called  for.  What  kind  of  a  Fool  would  he  be  if  he  couldn't  take  the  stage,  no  matter  the  role  ?

   Despite  his  height,  he  felt  that  heels  with  a  couple  of  inches  completed  the  look  of  the  reporter  persona  donned  only  when  extracting  scoops  from  those  loose-lipped   &&   gullible  around  the  fortified  city.  Truly,  too  easy  to  look  the  slightest  bit  official.  Bat  mascara  coated  eyelashes,  theatrically  elongating  hair  that  complement  the  green  that  peer  through  them.  Con  artist  should  pat  himself  on  the  back.

    Quizzically,  he  cants  his  head.  Sampo  stepping  into  the  headspace  of  Brughel  Poisson.  A  name  that  admittedly  was  a  last  minute  pick,  but  worked  well  enough  for  the  pockets  of  time  he  brought  her  to  life.

    Crimson-stained  lips  purse,  he  assesses  the  scene  once  more  before  his  attention  rests  back  upon  Corinne.  Practiced  smile,  he  forces  up  a  giddy  laugh.  Buzzing  excitement  is  what  will  be  the  driving  force  of  this  reporter  today  !     ❝  Oh,  didn't  you  hear  ?   ❞   Conspiratorially,  he  lowers  his  voice,  careful  not  to  drop  his  falsetto.  Whispers  as  if  the  something  he's  about  to  share  was  meant  to  be  guarded.  A  trade  secret  kept  locked  away  from  the  public  eye.

          ❝  There's  been  a  series  of  break-ins.  No  clear  motive   &&   nothing  that  ties  them  together  other  than  the  fact  that  they've  all  happened  in  the  past  couple  of  days.  ❞   Manicured  nail  taps  chin,  a  soft  hum  filling  the  brief  silence  that  falls  between  as  Sampo  decides  what  else  he  could  say  to  someone  that  is  Brughel's  friend,  it's  the  least  that  he  could  do.   ❝  Supposedly  someone  called  the  guards  after  seeing  the  suspect  run  past  but...  ❞   A  shrug  of  padded  shoulders.    ❝  They  look  pretty  lost  to  me.  ❞

     But  here  is  where  the  actor  must  work  on  the  fly  !   What  would  a  dear  friend  do  upon  bring  up  such  ghastly  news  ?    Gloved  hands  clasp  over  Corinne's,  eyebrows  arched  in  concern.    ❝  You   &&   your  family...  Are  things  alright  ?   No  troubles  with  burglars  or  petty  thieves  ?   ❞