( ── 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐃 .ᐟ ⊰•⊱ )

[breezey]

𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄 ! 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄 !

a super cool one x onexxxx between vaska and breezey !

[vaska]

𝕀𝕃𝔻𝔸 ℙ𝕃𝔸ℕ𝕋𝔸𝕊𝕆𝕃
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coming from a well-known family in almere,
ilda is no stranger to pressure. her older br
other, solomon, has been known to cast a sh
adow over her, despite both parents being p
retty supportive of whatever ilda's initiatives
may be. ilda is admittedly a nepotism hire th
rough her uncle at the company for which sh
e works, where she is in charge of the seed.
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as a general rule, ilda is pretty docile to m
ost but not afraid to bite. her bark is smaller
than her bite, and she can sometimes act wi
thout thinking, just from an emotional place.
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her family relationships have never
been short of strain. she cares about
almere, and that is her primary moti
vation for staying at the company she
works at. she is a notorious rule break
er and is almost always on the 'trouble'
list, but she's able to wiggle her way
out of situations by persuasion, cunning
or, again, nepotism. she's very unapolo
getic and says what's on her mind, even
if she shouldn't. half of the time, her
delivery is kind and the other half it can
come across as demanding or sour. as a
general rule, she has a dour-formality
and can seem apathetic at times.
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██( 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕙𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕨𝕤) ██
────ℑ'𝔩𝔩 𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫────
despite her gloomy attitude, ilda is very passionate
for those that matter most to her. even solomon, des
pite the pressure he inadvertently puts on her, is some
body dear to her heart that she would do most anything
for.
tba tba tba!
tba tba tba!
tba tba tba!
tba tba tba!
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────𝕀'𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖────
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[breezey]

─𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐗 𝐔𝐏────────
ngl guys i had no idea
what to put here so it
is going to be blank im
𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐔𝐏! 𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒 𝐔𝐏
sorry for making rando
m lines and then neve
r finishing them mybd
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─────────𝐁𝐄𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄────────────────────────────────────
your favourite field agent from the lovely country draconis! definitely not the country's biggest hater and exploiter!
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is truly feeling, and her angry persona is an easy way
to keep up a shield against things that actually hurt h
er viii. when not being mad, she likes to keep up a re
sting b face. it's also her negotiation face, and her int
imidation face, and her staking-out-my-prey face, wh
ich of course, are all key to doing draconis' dirty work
ix. aside from work, artemis likes smoking and drag r
𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐏──────────────
acing, she really likes adrenaline, going fast in cars, a
nd the prospect of lung cancer at 30 x. fascinated by
plants, has only seen them when calling her family via
whatever facetime adjacent they have xi. if you could
n't tell, she loves her family, to death. she has sacrifi
ced so much for them and you bet she would not hesi
tate to sacrifice even more xii. she has a soft spot for
people that remind her of her family members, and it
definitely messes with her work's agenda for her occa
sionally xiii. when trying to be affectionate or caring
towards non family members it can come off as really
awkward but she is trying her best, she isn't that fam
iliar with showing her true emotions xiv. honestly coul
d not care that much for her country, does not have a
strong sense of trust in most places, people, or anyth
ing unless they have done something that has made h
er realise their value or trust xv. definitely overconfi
dent in her own abilities to do... pretty much anythin
g, and will not ask for help if she needs it. but it's oka
─────────𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒
y because she is capable of handling herself, except i
n new environments-- she has never travelled outside
of draconis in her life xvi. not very chatty, is straight
to the point and blunt, not particularly socially inept
────𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐗 𝐔𝐏 ! 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐔𝐓 ! 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 !────

𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐗 𝐔𝐏 ! 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐔𝐓 ! 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 ! 𝐖𝐎𝐀𝐇 !

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i. artemis choi ii. 25 yo iii. 165 cm/5'5 iv. she/her but she
doesn't care v. draconis' best [censored] talker (she works for the
m it's an issue) but takes her work very seriously despite h
ow much she wants to get the hell out of there- her entire
family was able to escape the hellhole that is draconis, but
only with the help from artemis' work. they like to hold th
at fact over her head vi. very vengeful and angry, and she
WILL act like it. she is really upset about the unfairness of
the world and how draconis can hold her family against he
r vii. very fast paced, likes to get things done asap. she wa
s never the procrastinating sort-- except when it comes to
her own emotions. she is pretty good at ignoring what she
── 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐄𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 ─────────

[vaska]

𝕀𝕃𝔻𝔸
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It was the most normal day. Ilda woke up with the daylight as usual, roused to make coffee with the same cream as always, two spoonfulls of sugar as usual, served with an english muffin with an over-easy egg, as usual. Mother talked about what she read in the paper, discussing obituaries and crosswords. Ilda observed her parents interact and shared a few words with her Solomon. Everything felt ordinary, which was peculiar given Ilda knew what was happening today. She would come into possession of a very powerful object that would bolster Almere's well-being. It was hush-hush, and she couldn't be certain even Solomon or mother knew what was going down. Her father, of course was very aware and acted as the only confirmation that today truly was a special day for them, sharing fleeting glances beyond the paper his nose was buried in.

She had hardly picked at her breakfast, and decided to eat it to save face and avoid looking suspicious. Ilda was known for being the garbage disposal of the family, eating anything and everything in sight that wasn't finished by someone. After forcing it down for what seemed like twenty minutes, she excused herself to her room once more to get ready for the day. She had decided on a nice black mock neck with high-wasted taupe pants, a tan hounds tooth blazer and her sporty shoes.

"I'm off, mama." She said as she ventured back into the kitchen, slinging her arm around the back of mother's chair to kiss her cheek. The smell of her mother's makeup reminded her of childhood, a memory of her laying against 'mama's' chest at night flashed briefly. Ilda snagged her messenger bag and ruffled Solomon's hair before leaving the Plantasol home.

The train ride was uneventful, and Ilda quietly settled into her desk at the Paleontis wing of Geber Co. She worked through emails, clearing out her inbox while her phone was tucked into her shoulder and chin, listening to her voicemails. They were routine, informing her on different civil events and plans being confirmed. Nothing notable. Nothing abnormal. Everything, completely normal.
She felt a rush of adrenaline stick the hair on her neck up, looking at the clock. Three more hours until the meeting. The arrival.

She couldn't hardly be productive, but did her best. Following up on events in the next few months that she would need to schedule, making sure her father could also follow-up in case there was any issue with placement of the seed, after today. Ilda eventually saw the clock hit ten-till nine, when the meeting was scheduled with The Board. She promptly locked her computer, swiftly tucked her bag into the locking drawer and left for the conference room.

She stepped in the room, sliding the door shut before turning to the group of men and women sat at the leaf-shaped table.
"Hello everyone, how are we today?" She cleared her throat, approaching everyone individually to shake their hands. "It's great to see you in person, Ilda. We've been waiting on this for awhile now." One of the gentlemen remarked.
"Yes, same to you! I've been pretty excited, I felt like I was watching paint dry this morning." She chuckled, taking a seat beside her father at the head of the table. The head of the comittee was quick to slide a small velvet bag her way, gesturing for Ilda to open it.
"Let's cut to the chase. This is the seed we're trying to plant, and we'll need your help. It's very small, and it needs your dedication to make sure it starts out right and is protected."
Ilda opened the drawstring bag, pulling a ring-box out. Instead of a ring, the ringbox contained a very short and thick seed with a green-white tint to it. It looked much like a pistachio, Ilda thought.
"Mr. Plantasol informed us you're aware what we're working with, but we must reiterate that this is dangerous and we predict people will be after it, and in turn after you."
"I'm prepared." Ilda said quickly, closing the ring box and sliding it into it's drawstring velvet bag. "I will protect this with my life. This is an honor for me to do."
"That's what we like to hear," one of the women chimed in. She was blonde with a curly pontytail, and an all-gray blazer set with a green blouse underneath. "We can't anticipate when, or where, or who exactly, will be after you, but it's almost certain someone will have, or already has, caught wind of what's going on in the radiation field. People have seen civil engineers doing surveys, there's clearly been more interaction there with the city. People know, that we're doing something in the decayed forest."
Ilda gently placed the ring box in her blazer pocket, standing up and outreaching her hand to the woman diagonal from her. "I'm on the case. I will do everything in my power. I will get started on this as soon as I can and Mr. Plantasol can update you as I update him."
"It's a deal."