Oh my God! 149 followers! And I haven’t even been here for the longest time!

Well shucks, guys, thank you so much. I’m back on here for Ragna’s birthday. I’ll be on all ten billion of my other rp accounts for this occasion as well. So if there’s a Ragna roaming around out there in need of a little sister hug, just give me a ring~ I’m sure we can arrange something~

((I should really go on this account more often / A\ ))

foolish-people-are-experiments:

“Is there anything you need, Imperator?” He was set and ready to hear.

She spent a moment in thought. “Relius… What I need, more than any other thing that could possibly be required by me, is to have a conversation with you. It has been, after all, too long since we last exchanged words.”

azuregrimreaper:

“………” Silence was all the teenage Ragna could do for now. Thanks to his Magic!Anons, not only was he stuck at a younger age, but his feelings towards this woman were in a mass jumble. He couldn’t even begin to think about what to say. Should he attack her, since she was the Imperator? See if Saya’s mind was still somewhere there? Run off and try to come back once the spells wore off?

“Uh… I…” Ragna couldn’t have asked for a worse situation. Here he was, stuck as a teen with a weapon too big for him to wield, and the Imperator of the NOL right in front of him. He felt so helpless, both physically and mentally.

The Imperator’s brow furrowed at the sight of him. It was not the man himself that upset her, certainly not, but his form was the cause of much confusion. Really though, she should be thankful that he still had his mismatched eyes and silver hair. If he had presented himself with blond locks and green irises, then…

She shook her head, dismissing the thoughts.

“And what is this? An illusion cast by a specific ars magus?” She glided towards him, garments and hair floating in some magical breeze. “Intriguing, though I must ask: Why? What have you done to yourself, Ragna the Bloodedge.” She stopped around a yard in front of him. He was still taller than she was, she noted, though not by much due to his age and her levitation.

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• darkest-loophole
• steins-revolver
• miyoshi-yoshimune

It was odd to see any visitors in the Capitol building at this time of night. Most of the officers had gone home; the only ones left were guards and those who felt the need to work extra hours despite being salaried employees. What a strange, assorted lot, conglomerated without any real purpose, she was sure. Nevertheless, the fact that they had traveled so far into the building must have meant they needed something.

“State your business here quickly.” She ordered without a hint of warmth. “Else you will be forced to find comfort in this night’s frigid conditions.”

She weaved through the crowd with two fingers touching her temple. The girl didn’t touch any she passed. Like a ghost, she moved, violet hair free and drifting. The pulse - she could feel it, that writhing, threatening thing. That was why she was now amongst the hoi polloi; she was tracking this product. It slithered down to the depths of this town.

The Imperator blended in quite nicely with the masses. It wasn’t hard, all she had to do was dress down and stay quiet. Sure, her outfit was more covering than most - and the sunglasses probably made her look suspicious - but most people were too caught up in their own lives to notice. So she continued her task, hopefully completing it without interruption. Unfortunately, she wouldn’t get her wish…

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Weren’t they all supposed to be dead? Well, not quite dead, locked up in an impenetrable basement sealed void of oxygen and deactivated for all eternity. Which might as well be dead. The Imperator’s bloody eyes bore holes through the man’s soul. She was not happy, not in the least.

A certain duo would have a lot of explaining to do.

“State your business here.” She commanded the other. “And while you are engrossed with that task, try and reveal any piece of information you can give me that would save you from ten years in prison.”

((I just had a flashback to when Hazama, Relius, and Noel shared this blog with Saya.

That was probably the best thing that’s ever happened to this blog.))