"Oh, the drama! I never expected things to turn out like this," the Female Narrator
commented. This group is more capable than I imagined three of them had restricted
Codexes, I think I can make out what the ### says by counting the number of it and looking
for words that have that number of letters in them, she ponders
"Yes, how did things turn out like this?" the Male Narrator interjected. Let's find out by having
a quick Narrative Flashback.
The scene immediately faded into a thick, swirling fog.
It's 10:00 AM the morning before the meet group meets Rosalind, in the office of the
Secretary and Head Guide Dispatcher of the Tour Guide Club. Amelie Vesper Lenore Valory
and Veira Aithne stood before a desk of polished obsidian." So have you two who showed up to report the events of yesterday's welcome party for Cinderella and her envoy ?," Secretary Augusta Ida Emma Borden said without raising her head tapping her pen on the table as She looks intensively at a piece of paper on her desk, she was the inheritor of Emma Borden from the Lizzie Borden nursery rhyme, and her
presence was as serene as it was chilling. The taps of her pen on the desk—a rhythmic, sharp sound that echoed in the silent office. Amelie towered over the room at over 6 '3", her white-and-jet-black hair woven together in a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain-like skin. Beside her, Viera hovered in a shroud of orange flames, her face a featureless jack-o'-lantern mask. "Wait, what happened? Did you just take us back in time?" the Female Narrator sobbed. "Yes. For our readers, we have gone back to 10:00 AM to see how this quirky welcome party was formed," the Male Narrator explained. "Amelie is the 414th inheritor of the Dark Queen role from the Brothers Grimm tales. This story is centered around her, and Rosalind is her story nemesis. I took us back using my Ikos, a skill spell called Narrative Flashback Ikos are abilities powered by Vim they can take many various forms such as a skill, a spell or both." The Male Narrator explained gleefully.
"Secretary Augusta," Viera said, rotating 360 degrees in the air. "Yesterday's events were unfortunate, but the Billy Goats Gruff brothers were in charge of the submission." "And we can't give you our physical reports now as our leader Charming A isn't here," Amelie added, folding her arms. "Reporting without him would be a breach of club bureaucracy." "Then, where is he? And why are only two out of thirty members making a stop at my office, where are the rest?" Augusta probed, her pen finally stopping as she began to write on a blank sheet with intensifying speed. "You are over four hours late. Your leader hasn't even made it yet." She continues.
"Toodle-lyoo! How is everyone doing this fine morning?" A voice interrupts drifting down from the ceiling, causing Viera and Ves to look up. Hanging from the chandelier was Jocelyn Valjubi Viveca, wearing a sleeveless pink jester outfit and a white lens domino mask.
"Jocelyn, I asked you to stop teleporting into my office without permission," Augusta warned without looking up towards the ceiling. "That is your first strike. You have five left. Anyways it's good you are here, I thought I would have to send Vesper and Viera to pry you out of the arena you love holing yourself in. "
"Ha! The fight ended early," Jocelyn pouted, acrobatically dropping from the chandelier to the floor. "I remembered I missed the meeting while I was fighting a senior. I wrapped it up by teleporting his heart out of his body once he eased up on the Vim he was releasing."
"As brutal as ever," Viera chirped, "was it a simulation or a real battle? Could you invite me next time? scenes like that make my blood boil, warms me up and keeps my fire going." Viera inquires
"Sorry candlestick it was a simulation I'll try to invite you next time, oh and Secretary Augusta, I have a message from our leader," Jocelyn said, teleporting her phone into her hand. She played a voice note. "Good morning," a Male voice—belonging to their tour guide group leader Charming A—began. "I'm sorry for my absence; I was summoned by my father on urgent family issues. I'll report once I'm back, I bear full responsibility for the events yesterday and my lack of control of this group. But I also want to make sure you know one thing..." The voice turned into a shout. "It was Vesper who caused the commotion!"
Amelie's eyes widened in horror. "He's just saying that! Everyone knows he doesn't like me!" "Nah, it was definitely you, Ves," Jocelyn laughed, cartwheeling around the office. "Everyone saw you casting that spell. I actually loved it! How many times do you see a fountain shoot out red water that looks like blood? It was comical until it started glowing!" Amelie broke into a cold sweat as Augusta slowly looked up, her hands flat on the table.
"Wait, making a fountain shoot glowing blood? That would terrify anyone!" the Female Narrator cried. "If it started glowing, people would assume it was a Vampire's Ikos and expect an explosion," the Male Narrator theorized. "But I don't think Augusta is pissed about the prank itself. Look at the documents on her table. They seem to be titled: Delegation of security issues to the tour club, recent attacks…" the Male Narrator zones out theorising
"Hey, hey, hey, don't go zoning out on me! What is on the desk? Casualties? Secrets? I can't see it!" the Female Narrator screams
SHUT UP!" Augusta screamed, her eyes snapping toward the empty air. "I can hear you two rambling!"
The narrators fell into a stunned, absolute silence