#4231 mention

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scp-4231 | Mexia Supermarket | august underground | inbred | angels of porn | strangers

[montauk-koolaid]

If you take one of the tale that turns Clef into a O5 and Ritual Clef together you can see how much the Foundation has come to trusting Clef as a whole.

He was literal at the bottom of the hierarchy as an SCP instance and not an anomaly that they were too fawn of. Until a single O5 (forgot if it was 7 or 11 that did that) pick them up. He rows up the rank kinda fast to Level 4. Then when all the previous O5 council were picked off either the Administrator or Ethics Committee allow Clef to become an O5 member. Becoming one of the most powerful people in the anomalous world.

I just like thinking about this scenario from time to time.

[scp-ao3-author]

idk if this helps or not but in my writing he calls her his wife because where I lived we used to say "my wife" to our long term partners if we anticipated being with them for the rest of our life.

[mattastr0phic]

A nightmare of mine.

[manylittleguys]

To any SCP-4231-A kins/introjects/fictives/links/etc:

I wanna start this by saying I'm writing this for me, Francis, Apollo, and Ukulele, not for any of you. We were never given closure, so now we're taking it by force. If this helps any of y'all? Great! If it doesn't? Well, it wasn't meant to.

I don't regret loving you, Lilly. Sure, you hurt Francis in ways the four of us will NEVER heal from. And I do blame you, because you did do that to him. But I will admit I can also see, now, with the perspective of other headmates who weren't there for it all, that there were things we could have done better. I'd say we were only human, but I know now that humanity is a choice you make and I'm not going to make that choice for you. We were young. We didn't know any better. We were each others' first for a lot of things. We were in our early twenties, we were reality benders, we were inexperienced. I don't blame you for making mistakes (although I do blame you for making them over and over again once you learned their consequences).

But I don't regret being your friend, and I don't regret loving you. You gave me Meri. Because of you I became one of those very same Jailors you so despised. I went from a Destroyer to a Jailor. And you know what? I might even be glad you did it all. Because becoming a Jailor was one of the best things to happen to me. I met my husband and my fiance and my partners because I was a Jailor. I met some of my closest friends because I was a Jailor. I met a guy who accidentally turned himself into a dog, a guy who spontaneously generated apple seeds, a guy who somehow always narrowly avoided death, and a lady who toyed with deadly viruses and bacteria (often anomalous) like legos to make tentacle creatures because she thought they were neat.

And I remember some nice times with you too. I remember how you helped me learn how to control what I always called my "disability" but you called our "powers". I remember playing in the creek with you, when there was no one around and our teeth were sharp and our eyes were many and our horns and antlers caught on the low-hanging tree branches and our hooves didn't help us at all in the rocky waters. I remember my mom doing her best to homeschool us because she didn't want us in public schools, and I remember neither of us could sit still very long because we wanted to be anywhere except my kitchen table sitting on wobbly chairs solving math problems in notebooks my mom had painstakingly printed for us in pen. I remember a treehouse in the middle of the forest and teaching my best friend to play ukulele, even though she was terrible at it. Because yeah, I never said it, but you were horrible with my ukulele.

I remember hiding from you in the forest because I accidentally told you that I felt more like a boy sometimes, and I remember holding your hand so tightly when we went and told my mom. I remember the three of us crying together because I should never have had to feel so afraid of my own mother, and I remember making cookies later because "bravery like yours should always be rewarded, Fran." I remember sitting up late into the night looking through baby name books we borrowed from the library so I could pick a new name. I remember when I decided I wanted it to be Francis, because it was a pretty name and it sounded so much like the old one that it wouldn't be hard to get used to the switch. I remember going to the first doctor's appointment and mom yelling at the doctors that "my son is perfectly fine! He just needs help with liking his body! A seven year old should get to love his body as much as any adult!"

I miss that. I miss the time before I slept with my legs crossed, where I was afraid to come home from weeks away at work with the GOC with the Ichabod Campaign. I miss the time before I would wake up in the middle of the night crying silently, covered in seemingly fresh bruises, coughing up blood. I miss the time before it felt like I couldn't remember anything but my childhood and that house with you, when I could never remember what I did for work. I miss the time before it felt like I couldn't remember anything but my childhood and blood and guns and the GOC. I miss the time before I was afraid of being asked to tell the truth. I miss the days before I dreaded going to sleep to the point it became hard to sleep at night.

Lilly, I hope you can see the extent of what you did to me. If you have an apology, I'll accept that you've given it, but I can't promise I'll forgive you. I can't promise that Francis or Apollo will either. I doubt that Ukulele will forgive you. If you have an explanation to give us, I'll also listen to that, but I can't promise more than that either. Regardless, I think you should know that I regret that Ukulele killed you, in the end. Apollo, and to a lesser extent Francis, had hoped that maybe, when Meri was born, it would finally stop and we could be happy again. But we also knew that the Ichabod Campaign was on it's way and we wouldn't let them have Meri.

Alto

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[butchdykekondraki]

its time for scp required reading... TWO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

please for the love of god heed the fucking warnings im so serious . like as much as i want to keep the tone of this post jokey and funny you NEED to heed the warnings on these

ok with that out of the way. read about my blorbos boy

''incident 239-b clef-kondraki'' (general warning for violence and blood/gore) - this one fucks. thats all i have to say about it

''technical issues'' - this one's funny + im biased because i fucking love pat the tech guy

''routine psychological evaluations by doctor glass'' - again i have personal bias about this (<- simon glass enjoyer + host is a glass introj) + this ones funny + if you're more into the fanon versions of the foundation staff this is right up your alley

''tradition'' - halloween party fun :-)

''dr cimmerian hits reply all'' - this is exactly what it sounds like i don't now what to tell you

''stupid cupid / stupid cupid: stop picking on me!'' - my house my rules read about cimmerian and his boytoy

''hawaiian shirts'' - clef fucking Breaks. thats all i can say about this without exploding into viscera

''help me my (love for) my daughter was born too still'' (general warning for mentions of child death) - i have personal bias about this (<- #1 agatha rights enjoyer) but this tale is So Good in general and a super interesting look at how agatha perceives herself and her work/life balance

''so leave yourself alone.'' (warning for graphic depictions of vomit and attempted suicide) - REALLY really really good look at clef kind of dropping his cruel persona and iris' mental health struggles regarding the foundation

''yesterday'' (warning for violence and implied/reference suicide. kind of.) - :-( <- this is the only way i can express my emotions about this tale. anyway it's really good and an interesting way of showing clefs relationships with people

''an apple a day...'' - REALLY good look at how dr glass is as a person and how he acts with people + this entire tale fucks SEVERELY

''personal log of dr gears / personal log of █████ 'iceberg' ████'' - good example of how gears and iceberg both format their documents / how they speak + its vaguely gearsberg + this gives a look at how gears and iceberg met. read the gearsberg tale boy

''portraits of your father'' (warning for graphic alcoholism, suicide, survivors guilt, and blood/gore) - super good look at draven and his relationship with his father, and kondraki's alcoholism, and also talloran is there. also three cheers for dravoran

''life's cold'' - most normal day iceberg has at this fuckass foundation + this is a good look at how iceberg acts and thinks

''fond memories'' (warning for death and body horror) - draven proposes! Draven proposes.

''scp-3999'' (warning for bugs, paranoia, death, body horror, sexual assault/rape, unreality, self harm, and depictions of bodily mutilation) - unironically this one fucks me up so bad its so fucking good dude. go read about james talloran RIGHT NOW

''i stared into the face of everything and nothing and made it back alive'' - this one also fucks me up so bad like i dont even have anything to say. read about talloran and draven RIGHT NOW

''you are at the center of everything that happens to you'' - james talloran talks to himself. kind of.

''a suicide note'' (warning for mentions of rape, child murder, survivors guilt, and suicide) - interesting look at clefs thoughts on him and his work

''date night'' - objectum win! dr alto clef is objectoromantic AND objectosexual! <- that should tell you all you need to know about this one

''scp-4231 / montauk house'' (warnings for graphic depictions of sexual assault, rape, child abuse/neglect, murder, domestic violence, verbal/physical abuse and survivor's guilt) - absolutely gut-wrenching look at alto clef/francis wojciechoski and why he's so fucked up. uh genuinely do read the warnings on this one because when i say graphic i am not exaggerating. all of these things are explored in detail and are genuinely triggering so.

''okay, that's enough, let's get you home'' (warnings for some dubious make-out sessions, (mentioned) suicide, implications of rape/sexual assault, and vomit) - shameless moldhouse plug sorry not sorry. HIGHLY recommend reading this and it's other parts in their entirety because it genuinely drives me up the fucking wall it is So good. i will sing moldhouses praises until my throat goes out. read moldhouse Now

''duke 'till dawn'' - bpd king!!!!! anyway i dont have a lot of thoughts on this its just really good. also i didnt know dracula was an actual scp until i read this which is kind of funny to me

''rights' birthday party'' - my house my rules you're going to read about agatha rights whether you like it or not

''sex at a frigid temperature'' - again, my house my rules. read the depressing gearsberg tale, boy.

''7 things that new level 3 researchers should know'' - i dont have any thoughts on this i just think this one has really cool formatting

''home is where i want to be'' - no greater thoughts this is just really neat i think. also kiryu labs is in it and im biased as fuck

''gentle wings flutter quietly in the dark'' - read about zyn kiryu NOW

[scpwiki-official]

moldhouse the 4231 house and mexia supermarket are in beautiful rotting abandoned building love

[montauk-koolaid]

Here's week 3 of poem class with Scarlet King stuff prompts. I technically on week 4 but... somehow each week I want to share the poems less then the last. It makes the last week look tame and good in comparison. And I mean this is terms of content not how good the poem is at being a poem.

So this week was about Death and I went with the first time someone experiences death and the last time someone experiences death. I did this with Francis/Clef... okay well all of A-major.

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This does deal with Montauk House and Lily so I put it below the Keep Reading (Also gore and unsettling descriptions)

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Brood Guarded Murder

A young lad with friends at his side

A dare from a forest girl, a best friend

“Push him over the bridge and see him wet”

It was all in fun you told yourself

During the season of low water

They walked on the wall looming over the edge

All it took was a push and down they fell

Their head hit the exposed rock in the shallows

A crack in their skull and blood leaked out.

Flowed down the stream.

You stood there in shock and froze into place

Your heart beat fast and your hand over your mouth

The girl of the wood grabbed your arm and you ran

Adults never found out it was you

Who sent them to their death

You felt some crack within yourself

In the morning when you where 13

Your dad never seemed to move from the couch

For over a month

You were out most of the day

That you just thought he was tired

And he shouldn’t be disturbed

You were running out of food

Whispering than shouting

No response

You grabbed his should cold and stiff

Prey him over to his back

A large hole existed filled with maggots and flies

Eaten by rats

Barfing on the ground and stepping away.

Could you have done this?

Use your power to make him sleep for a whole month?

Your best friend came over and helped you to grab your stuff

And then you ran, ran just like from the bridge

To this day you still don’t know what killed your father

But you are sure it was you

The crack deepened

It was not long before you picked a job

A militaristic occult hellbent on killing

Monster, anomalies, witches

Things like you, a Type Green, reality bender

You fumble over and over

Until one cold day in London

You take a shot with your issued rifle

Right through the head

Body fell from the building to the ground

Peering down the edge to the mess below

Nauseous came but there was nothing to fight back down

You’re getting use to this

You felt your crack shatter

Your best friend wasn't what they seemed

Cruel, manipulative, heartless

She made you a killer each step of the way

To make a brood guard

To protect creatures other worldly

Had beat you down to crawl into oneself

Your skin bleeds and your nose broken

You held your shotgun shaky in hand

With a deep breath and steady eye

Trigger was pulled with a bang

Thud on the ground and it was over

Is it over?

Tears streamed down your face

Your heart is ached

A new crack added itself to your cobweb of trauma

Daughter screams and reality returns

You have bigger problems right now don't you

A new place and new face

Shotgun laying off smoke

Human painted on the wall and floor

You stand unfazed above the corpse

Death still follows you

As if you know anything else

First in your new work, your new home

You no longer felt a crack

It felt like nothing

With a smile still plastered on your face

You walk away, someone will come talking soon

At the end you looked above you

Seven spears, Seven heroes, seven wounds

Fall of a king of suffering and fear

The one who commanded your fate

The reason for you position as a killer

Lifeless body and everyone cheered

You sat there, a hole in your chest

Few brood you barely raised came together

To sit around you

With a smile of weakness, a whispers of pride

The last death you will see fades with your eyes

[scp-ao3-author]

Hi! Do you have any stories about the origin of something you wrote?

OH OH OH OH OKAY

SO UHHH LETS JUST DO THEM ALL

Lightning:

Lightning was my first attempt at a 100k fic. its currently on anonymous because I have a firm belief that A Certain Author is reading my work and that is very scary. There was an actual draft that made it TO 100k, but the plot sucked?

Like I detailed every moment of Y/N from birth to SCP Foundation because I was a very "Grrr... Accuracy" guy. and then I had an entire subplot between y/n and kondraki, which inevitably fails. there was a whole thing of Y/n's brain being fried from amnestics and someone was like "this is actually stupid :/" so i ended up rewriting it with whatever I pulled from my ass.

Confession booth:

Confession booth was supposed to be a crack fic. surprise surprise. my (ex) friend wanted me to write a crack fic of clef in a priest outfit. but he didnt seem... like the kind of guy to just do that for no reason? at least back then I figured him to be like that guy. since then, I have grown to learn more about clef so in hindsight, I would like to rewrite some of my older stories to be more fitting. But I made a plot to rationalize Priest Clef and well. thats what was created.

Hold The Line:

I was maladaptive Daydreaming to Give and Take by Poor Mans Poison and i thought I was going to die if i didnt share the thoughts in my head.

The Only World You Know:

I got tired of Iceberg being shitty and pathetic with no backstory. Had to flesh that sad little milkshake

Take the seeds:

Fin.

Memory:

I always had the headcanon that Francis had legitimately worked in the Foundation as a system well before taking control as Dr. Clef. But one of the questions that always begged in my head was like... How would he have reacted with the other staff? I experimented with Kondraki, who also went through his original change. The idea of Kondraki being part of the Montauk Procedure and spiraling actually came from Author Kondraki's old blog. the rest I pulled out my ass with the help of a few friends. The original story was supposed to be "They hate each other, but begrudgingly are forced to get along. thats it." but people were ADAMANT about making them fall in love. it was mildly uncomfortable but i rolled with it and i will admit. I kind of like how it turned out apart from the last chapter.

Its Like Dying:

I wanted to write a followup to Memory about how Francis affected Kondraki's life in such a way that when Kondraki finally realized he cared, it had been too late to actually follow through on that. He takes this out towards Clef, the man who suddenly appeared after Francis Dissapeared, but eventually learns to accept when something is gone forever, and hopefully when i get around to it again, he will move towards actually accpeting clef into his life, not knowing that hes the only other person who will treat him like hes not insane for knowing Francis Existed.

I Am Ready To See You Again:

its supposed to be like a ressurection idea not FOR resurrection but similar. they wake up, everything is new and strange. and different. but as they explore the memory of their previous lifetime goes away, and they have to adjust to their own world. It centers mainly around A Major what with their multi universal knowledge? the idea was SUPPOSED to be that at least. I got the intro out and.... I lost all my notes apart from "Gears finds 173"

They Dont Even Have Dental:

This was supposed to be a silly joke seminar about Clef hating the GOC for not having dental, a running gag between some of my friend groups. its like an unspoken agreement. that place sucks, they dont have dental. and then i planted a cute little bit of plot at the end for an... upcoming show im working on. dw. ill share the script.

when its done.

Francis Disturbed:

OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY THIS IS WHERE IT GETS INTERESTING.

HHHH OKAY SO.

this was built off of a million headcanons swirling in my little head, but the final headcanon that broke the google doc was this:

Francis was a premature baby.

lemme break this one down im a bit excited lol

in 4231, Francis loved lily. alot. and it hurt him because she hurt him, but he stayed nonetheless. that, plus having DID? probably meant that it was VERY unlikely he had a stable family life growing up. dads out of the picture, type greenery adapted at a young age... you know? it adds up. then there was the stuff about agora. I thought...

I honestly thought that Agora was laying the self-shaming and "I should have killed my son" stuff a bit... i hated it. Like it was good but it rubbed me the wrong way a little and after a moment im like... "What if... i worked with that idea?" and created a story about Francis' childhood dynamic. this is where it gets fun:

Ive been planning the next chapter for a little while now, but this all happened during a time period in which I did not EXIST, so i have to go around my writing carefully. the next chapter is going to be the after effects of what... Agora... Did... and after THAT we get to see Francis entering the GOC, and what happened to him in the Ichabod Campaign.

it gets a little funny there was going to be a bit where ukulele gets a balloon tied to his arm so his team can find him off-missions.

Now. this wont make sense, until you SEE the chapter but... I cant continue writing the story until I get a physical copy of IT by stephen king....

and i dont live near a library or book shop OR thrift store that has it.

And I hate amazon.

A Different Shade OF Green:

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH OH GOD

HHHHH lemme grab my notes uhhhh ADSOG has been planned for a WHILE

ACTUALLY HERES THE DRAFT

FAIR WARNING: TREAT this story like it is NOT the actual bones of ADSOG on AO3. I kind of just kept rambling, I wanted an arc for a story where Blackbird takes an interest into Francis, but it ultimately doesn't work out, ukulele appears more. Adam is a dick. Ten is more active in the story too. there's SO many differences between this and the actual story. AND the format is FUCKED

ADSOG was supposed to be a single one shot, where seven confronted clef about his issues. She responds to his dickish behavior by shoving a spoon into his face, and he replies by biting into it and slowly chewing it while they make eye contact. that was ALL the story was supposed to be. then i was like "I like the barber scene." that is actually a one shot on its own that i just blended into the draft and main story. there are SO gonna be more scenes in the main story where francis is stimmming. at some point or another though i had at one point built SO many one shot stories on them that i just said fuck it and made it all one big story and

oh my god.

you are going to cry at the ending.

Orangechild:

uhh this was actually a full narrative but then i hit up @tickedtimebomb and was like "give me a line that fucks and ill turn it into a poem" and that's how I got "and then i fed the world my soul" WHICH IS ALSO REFRENCED IN THE DRAFT OF ADSOG

idk if anyone's noticed or not but i have a million little red strings tying all of my story together. :D

intervention:

fin

eye for an eye:

Eye for an eye was created with the ongoing concept of "4231-a comes back, how will clef react?" but instead of the "he would cry and die" I decided to go for a "He's going to be pissed."

it is a vacation:

I had a silly idea of the doctors being sent to antarctica and i played with it a little with mattastr0phic because I wanted myriad in the story. I had another friend who helped me with the iceberg bit too. <3

in cod we trust:

I just wanted to give Cimmerian some shit.

apples and oranges:

I take commissions for writing. I was paid to make this, that doesn't mean I don't love it though i have EVERY chapter preplanned. as of right now, unfortunately, I am on pause for my writing because I burned myself a little bit on regular writing and am just sticking to script writing for some *cough* shows.

Ketchup and Mustard:

I am preparing for something called a "Kingson bomb" which is: whenever i have an extra amount of money laying around, I grab some artists and nab them to make Kingson commissions, thus making a small vault of Kingson art. when I reach an unholy large amount, I'm going to blast @finiffy with it and fucking kill them. one of the people I commissioned said something along the lines of "They are so ketchup and mustard to me" and well. I had to do it.

Bear your tombstone:

The idea for this story was actually the fact that it was supposed to be its own chapter in Francis disturbed, but i got WAY to excited making it to the point I just uploaded it on its own.

Seventeen minutes:

i wanted to autism code kondraki and have others see my vision.

Something New:

I want a story similar to Memory, I am specifically making this in honor of Amones, who has absolutely INCREDIBLE art!!!!!

THEY ARE ALSO MAKING A REALLY COOL VIDEO GAME AKFSJDKLF

tales of a greyhound stranger:

THIS story was inspired by 4231 and personal experience, but not in a sad way. 4231 briefly mentions that Francis rides on the Greyhound, a bus station that's prominent in Europe and America. I also ride greyhound (and will be going partially across country in about a month) and sometimes when you use the bus system, you come across some... REALLY interesting people. I think Francis had a beautiful time traveling and ended up having fun once in a while with others. I think he deserves nice things.

[oopsarboreal]

So I'm wondering how your Clef bot would react to anything about SCP-4321.

for science of course

Ah, alright. I’m gonna assume you mean 4231

Obvious content warning for all that involves Lily (mentions of implied sexual trauma)

My Clef has knowledge of Lillith/Lily and also reacts badly to being called Francis. He also reacts poorly to sudden physical touch (this can’t be implemented completely because the AI will go along with the user in the end 🤷‍♀️)

I also could not be entirely specific in his definition as to the type of trauma, because the bot would have been shadowbanned at least. However it usually understands what I was implying. Although, sometimes it seems to act as if Lily was just a “bitch ex”.

Enough yap

examples of him reacting poorly to sudden touch

This works about half the time because this trait was “soft coded” rather than having its own dedicated EM

Now for bringing up Lillith

lazy mention:

worked into the story:

[mattastr0phic]

what's the general info w consumption? [this IS my first time hearing ab em and i'm curious is consumption's like. got background in the SCP Foundation wiki or if it's just your own personal thing u threw in there. if it IS the former, what tales/files is it from?]

Consumption is the 4th alter to our A Major Chord system specifically! Its bodily form is a contrast to Her nature aspect, and represents animal instinct, flesh and bone.

It is triggered forward by the body's requirement for survival, though if the Chord has resigned to die, it will not surface.

While beastly and carnivorous in form, Consumption still possesses human level intelligence and comprehension, and does not stand for being treated as if it has any less. It does not attack those who do not provoke it, and only takes to eating fresh meat defensively to confirm a kill or when given it.

Even though its "purpose" is to defend the body from outside harm, Consumption embodies the most basic form of love - respect. Every animal understands and demands respect (and can give or show none). You do not poke a sleeping bear, you do not grab for a starving wolf's meal, and you do not tug a rattler's tail.

Consumption is a part of a whole, a form of love that's been broken in its name. And all it's ever wanted is love in return.

[It is not a part of any tales/files on the wiki, simply our canon and A Major Chord subsystem. Frankly, it would be a bit more horrifying if it was classified at all there.]

[luna-the-shark4254]

where to find someone willing to summarize 4231 for me without or barely mentioning the S/A and abuse, no glue no borax

[interview-dr-alto-clef]

ASKS OPEN!

"You think you're so smart dontcha? Let's see how smart you are when staring down the barrel of a shotgun~"

RULES & GUIDELINES!

Don't be weird in asks. The mod running this blog is an adult, but would prefer the asks not be sexual. Jokes are fine, but we'll be picky with what gets answered

This blog is being run parallel to/in conjunction with @interview-scp-173 and is thus primarily doing the Clef x 173 ship. Other ships may get entertained, but it is very likely they wont get talked about much unless the storyline permits.

Clef uses It/He + some neopronouns if you want to ask about those. Its PanAce, Aroflux + Polyamourus, and deals with Hypersexuality. If you don't think someone can be both Ace and Hypersexual, get off the blog.

The A Major Chord system exists in this blogs canon! Feel free to ask about it if you'd like (the blog itself is also run by a system with a Clef fictive as a syshost)

Absolutely no discourse here please and thank you, or you will get blocked

This blog will get into heavy topics at times, and will be tagged accordingly. Triggers will be tagged as is and as 'tw trigger' (eg, blood will be tagged as both 'blood' and 'tw blood').

Some topics that this blog may go into include:

- References to 4231 (which will always be tagged accordingly), including mentions of various types of abuse

- Untreated mental illnesses that affect Clef + its system negatively

- Dealing with hypersexuality and intrusive thoughts

- Self harm

- Blood and gore

- Scp standard topics of mistreatment of both personnel and anomalies

This list will be added to as we see fit

Aside from that, have fun!

Tags:

Ooc posts are tagged as 'Banes.txt', in character posts are tagged as 'Shotgun.txt'

Hat Toss - Lore Hints

Shots fired! - Ask Answered

Ukulele strum - Interaction

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[moths--man]

@that-faerie-in-the-corner

i had already elaborated so here u go :3

me, vibing to a retelling of scp 4231: my brain: theres enough info here to mean that francis is the scarlet king

[scp-l4-clef-alto-001]

What's your opinion on Lady Agora?? /genq

I don't know much about her aside from her two mentions in 4231.

Clef