IMPéRATRICE

@royaliste

Another city, another fresh start. That would be the easy way for the trickster to understand the situation he finds himself in, but that would be heavily simplifying it. It’s really more complicated than that if the consistent presence of magic wasn’t vocal enough, never mind how exactly he found himself here. Though a question like that seem best saved for later, as settling in his new surroundings felt like a better idea for now. While most shops and places he passed on his way definitely felt noticeably different from what he would recognize, one in particular spoke to him.

Maybe it was the aroma of it that seemed somewhat familiar. After all, he had spent more than a year living in a shop like so. Maybe he just had an affinity for coffee now all things considered, something the other person did as well if his memory served. Still, he didn’t expect to see a familiar face. But if there was a place he’d find her, this did make the most sense. Approaching familiar hair from behind, as his presence was noticed he’d raise a hand to greet. “I would say I’d expected to see you here, but that’s not entirely true.” No, he didn’t expect to see anyone he recognized. But, it was a relief truth be told. “Or were you looking to get some tea?”

🐏 》 There had been a rigidness in her shoulders ever since she arrived. A stubborn one that refused to ease regardless of the small comforts she’d find here and there. It wasn’t until hearing him -- seeing him -- that she finally felt some of that fear disappear.  ❝ Akira-kun! ❞ Honestly, she could cry, but she knows she shouldn’t. He’s taking it so well, after all, acting as if nothing's wrong. It’s just like him.  ❝ M-Mm. You’d think after seeing so many Palaces, I’d be used to this one, but... here I am, just flocking to what’s familiar. Typical, isn’t it? ❞

          Undeniably, and almost frustratingly, there's a shakiness about her voice that betrays her brave words. How could they both pretend that they weren't trapped in a whole, new world, without even so much as their Personas by their side? It all feels like a dream, but one she can't wake up from. ❝ I tried pinching my cheek like you recommended that one time... and it hurt. That means this is all real, right? Maybe if you try pinching me, it'll confirm it for sure! ❞

“I’ve never felt so helpless in my entire life…” There’s only so much a normal girl like her can do when it comes to something as tragic as this.

“I want to do more, but… What else can I do?”

🐏 》 ❝ Do you really know how to use that? ❞ Skepticism felt satirical coming from a dame with a penchant for axes, but... how could she describe this feeling? There was a strange feeling of camaraderie between them, as if the potential to bond resided somewhere within the mercy of time. She thinks this to herself as she marvels her fellow compatriot wielding a magical firearm with little to no trouble, despite it being nearly twice her size.

🐏 》 Liaisons have suddenly become monumental in this predicament. In spite of the haphazard situation they’ve found themselves in, and seemingly without their powers ( from what she’s garnered through Ryuji ), it felt as if their only solution was to continue trudging through the madness. Having initially believed they were transported to an anomaly of a palace, the encounter of an unaffiliated student from their academy proved her suspicions wrong. Not only that, it was... extremely concerning.

        So much that she sprung into action to defend her underclassman from a prowling beast without Mi’Lady in tow, just to discover that all she could do was grab her wrist and make a run for the nearest shelter. It wasn’t the most heroic of actions, but it bought them some time. Still, it felt...

         ❝ ...I’m sorry. It appears that I’m not the most exceptional example of a ‘senpai’. ❞  

🐏 》 Despite herself and all the challenges she’s encountered, there was still some joy to be found in a familiar face. In all honesty, she hadn’t expected to find him here, let alone in the predicament he was! ( He wasn’t in peril danger, per say, but he did look a little lost in the forest. ) For someone with the codename Noir, it only felt fitting to dash ahead in front of him in a grand fashion and boast her regional repertoire. 

         ❝ Ufufu, are you lost, young man? Never fear, for Noir is here! I will show you the way. ❞

               Of course, it’s all part of her facade. Surely he’s recognized her by now.

🐏 》 ❝ Eh? Something is off with my appearance, you say? ❞

🐏 》 ❝ Oh! You like noodles too? ❞

          In spite of the current predicament, the pair can be found defying the norm inside of a relatively desolate noodle booth. Nobody in their right mind would venture for a meal in these trying times, let alone keep their business open for such daring patrons, but the stars seemed to have aligned and given the two hungry femmes the company of a most audacious and passionate ramen weaver. 

🐏 》 ❝ I-- I can defend myself! Really! ❞ Albeit poorly with no more than her trowel at hand, seeing him attack with such ferocity using a kitchen knife invalidates her excuses! Alas, willpower without strength is still insufficient; her attempt to deflect the beast fails, and she even manages to get him hurt in the process. ( How, she’s quite uncertain,but it surely happened during her tussle onto the ground. Did he end up compensating for her failure? )

she still has to make heads and tails of this whole situation in addition to just arriving here, but you can guarantee she’s got a lot on her mind and if it’s anything she’s certain of, it’s that she wants to get to the bottom of this!

while also protecting the people perhaps... with what little she can do.  here’s a starter call for vraelgard’s midnight event!

She is an actual sheep! Floofy hair, floofy clothes and all.

As well as a relatively wealthy girl; fledgling heiress to the brand Okumura Foods.

After becoming tired of being her father’s pawn for the 17-18 years of her life, she decided to take charge of her life and forcibly change its course -- though consequentially, it triggered a series of events that resulted in the loss of her father’s life. ( Kind of some heavy stuff there between the lines, but. )

She’s coping with it quite quaintly, however, and intends to make the best of her situation from here on out. Working with the company to make a chain of cafés would be an ideal start, wouldn’t it? Maybe she has a chance here...

She dreams of things like justice and heroism but is a part of a renegade group herself, well-intended as it might be.

In her free time, she uses her green thumb to tend to her garden. Here, she’ll likely be found trying to upturn empty soil into vegetable plots.

A coffee aficionado! She cultivates her own coffee beans, so please let her brew you a cup.

She also likes horror. And swinging an axe.

{ mun } 

My handle is Emi.

I’m a barista with an unforgiving intolerance for dairy and caffeine despite enjoying it.

I also like sunflowers and corgis. I have a tendency to talk way too much and ramble on forever so if anyone ever interacts with me, please feel free to spray me with a water bottle if things get too long!