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RP Post: The Examination Begins – Necklace of Harmonia
The double security doors of the Curation and Research Annex gave a soft hiss as they opened, revealing the pristine, climate-controlled corridors within. Rika stepped inside with quiet confidence, the glow of the artifact in her gloved hand casting a faint shimmer along the glass cases lining the walls. Every step she took echoed softly in the silence of the annex, like a drumbeat leading to truth.
At the far end, standing amidst a halo of cold white light, was Leonardo—tall, refined, and unshakably calm in his pristine lab coat. His silver hair cascaded past his shoulders, framing eyes sharp enough to read through time itself. He turned as she approached, his expression unreadable, yet familiar.
“Sir Leo,” Rika greeted respectfully, inclining her head before raising the artifact between them.
“I’m hoping you can tell me if I’m holding the real thing—or just a beautifully dangerous fake.”
The necklace pulsed faintly in her palm, the blue gems catching the overhead light with unnatural brilliance. Its golden framing was intricate, ancient, and laced with symbols she barely understood. She set it carefully on the examination cloth between them.
“I found it deep in a forgotten temple. It was buried beneath trap-laden floors, behind illusions, and surrounded by creatures that shouldn’t exist. I’ve only ever seen a sketch of it once… in an old scroll from the GrandSugarClan empire’s private library—back in the Old World. It looked nearly identical. I… I think this could be the Necklace of Harmonia.”
Leo’s eyes flicked between her and the artifact, a subtle flicker of curiosity sharpening his features. He reached forward slowly, gloved fingers adjusting the position of the necklace as runes along the examination table flickered to life.
“You made the right call bringing it here first,” he said, his voice smooth and deliberate. “Many artifacts want to be found. Few should be touched.”
As Rika stepped back to give him room, she kept her gaze fixed on the necklace—half hoping, half dreading what he might uncover.
Because if this was the Necklace of Harmonia… then they weren’t just holding a relic.
They were holding a piece of forgotten balance. @charmingsilver
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🔮 Hidden Feature: The Lustrum Veil — VIP Magical Alley
Tucked behind a shimmering wall of illusion between The Velvet Hex and Stitched by Sin, lies the mythical alley known as The Lustrum Veil. It’s invisible to the ordinary eye and impenetrable by mundane means. To access it, one must either whisper a forgotten incantation, offer a piece of their aura, or simply… be chosen.
Once inside, reality bends. Time slows. The cobblestones hum beneath your feet, and each boutique pulses with raw arcane energy. Here you’ll find:
Temporal Trinkets – A pocket-sized shop where timepieces sell futures, and a single ring might let you relive your fondest memory for exactly 90 seconds. No refunds.
The Needle & the Nightmare – Tailors that stitch your deepest dreams into wearable glamours—or nightmares, if you ask nicely.
Lux Nocturna – A luminescent lounge selling perfume blends so potent, they alter perception and charm creatures across realms. Side effects may include spontaneous poetry and moon-induced mischief.
Few know The Lustrum Veil exists. Fewer still return the same.
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*The Shopping District comes to life once night falls*
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Excellent!
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Wepa! This place is cool!
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The moment the gates of Echo Sector 9 slid open, Rika exhaled sharply, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. The once-bustling metropolis was now a fractured skeleton of steel and concrete, reclaimed by shadows and silence. But to her? It was a playground—one that echoed with the familiar rhythm of war drums she hadn’t heard in years.
Dressed in her casual combat gear—sleek, functional, and just revealing enough to keep opponents second-guessing—Rika moved like she owned the street. Her toned figure glided between wrecked cars and crumbled storefronts, boots crunching lightly on fractured asphalt. The fading neon signs buzzed overhead, a heartbeat in the chaos, casting hues of pink and amber across her violet hair as it flowed freely behind her.
Her eyes scanned the landscape, sharp and focused, but there was a glint—excitement, adrenaline, maybe even a little mischief. This wasn’t just a game. It was muscle memory. It was battlefield instinct rekindled.
“Let’s keep this clean, boys,” she quipped over her shoulder to the NPC squad tailing her. They were green, but eager—rifles ready, comms checked, eyes peeled. Surveillance units had already scouted rooftops and alleyways, relaying intel to her visor.
Each challenge she conquered in this live-action simulation sharpened her edge. Drones, traps, close-range ambushes—Rika thrived on it all. Her body moved with precision, her mind calculating outcomes before her enemies could blink.
This… this is what she missed.
She tapped her earpiece.
“Shuhei, if you’re on your way, better pick up the pace. I’m just getting warmed up.”
With one final glance at the blood-orange sky above the crumbling skyline, she bolted forward—into the heart of the chaos. The hunt had begun. @ketchuplord
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The breeze carried the soft scent of grapes, sun-warmed wood, and a hint of something sweeter—like anticipation.
Rika stood at the edge of the terrace at Sugar Bacchanalia’s Wine Shop, her hip leaned casually against the wooden bar table as the last golden rays of sunlight spilled over the vineyard. Her purple hair shimmered like silk with every gust of wind, catching the warm glow of the setting sun. Dressed in light blue jeans, a crisp white v-neck blouse, and a fitted denim jacket, she looked like she belonged there—effortlessly.
Before her, two glasses of red wine—one untouched, the other kissed by her lip gloss. A rustic cheese board was half-sampled, its edges dusted with crumbs and satisfaction.
She took another sip and exhaled softly, blue eyes scanning the horizon where the vines rolled like waves across the hills.
“Lilith really outdid herself…” she murmured to no one in particular, smiling.
There was a stillness here. A kind of peace Rika hadn’t realized she needed. No fight. No mission. Just wine, cheese, and a view worth falling into.
Maybe she’d stay a while.
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I know it’s my birthday, but I want to dance for you! So, just sit there and enjoy! @ketchuplord
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Rika stood firm beneath the canopy of the autumn-hued trees, her glowing katana pulsing softly in her grip. Her eyes, a striking blue, had shifted from their usual playful spark to one of resolute focus. Moments ago, she had been smirking, casting teasing glances toward Shuhei as he moved through his drills. But Rocky’s words hit with precision sharper than any blade.
*”His vampiric thirst and love for you is a distraction.”*
She hadn’t meant to interfere. Not truly. But she understood—soldiers don’t blur lines when steel and skill are on the line. Watching Shuhei train, sensing the fire in his aura, she felt the shift. He was growing stronger… and she refused to be left behind.
Without another word, Rika turned on her heel, her katana shimmering as she sheathed it with purpose. “I’ll be at the east wing,” she called over her shoulder, not a trace of shame in her voice—only conviction. “I need to push further. So when the time comes… we fight side by side.”
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*Wearing a more modern attire, Rika strolls around Chinatown, watching the beautiful displays of new products from the local shops.* Hmm, this shop has something that interests me. *chuckles then enters the shop*
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Rika exhaled slowly, steadying her grip on the rifle as the simulation whirred to life around her. Targets emerged in rapid succession—some miles away, others hidden behind cover. Any ordinary sniper would struggle. But Rika was far from ordinary.
A strange sensation pulsed through her skull, and her vision blurred momentarily. Then, she saw it—an ethereal eye hovering before her, glowing with an eerie brilliance. It pulsed as if alive, stretching forward, untethered by physical constraints.
Instinct took over.
She focused, and the eye drifted ahead, soaring beyond the limits of normal sight. Through it, she could see angles, distances, wind shifts—details no scope could capture. A target moved behind a concrete barricade, assuming safety. Rika smirked. The eye slipped through the cracks, locking on.
She pulled the trigger.
A perfect shot. The simulated target flickered out of existence.
Adrenaline surged through her veins. This wasn’t just an ability—it was an evolution.
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*Striking a pose by the pool*
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You go girl!! *Cheering on Asuna and dancing to the music*
