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[chrysolis]

PLAYER

NAME: Nilla
CONTACT: PM preferred for people from Bakerstreet!
ACTIVE TIMES/PACE: uhhhhh I'm slow as shit I'm sorry.
BRACKETS/PROSE: brackets, but either!
OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS & TRIGGERS: please avoid yandere tropes, descriptive gore, and discussion of burning buildings

OUT OF CHARACTER

BACKTAGGING: yes please and thank you
THREADHOPPING: in general yes? just please get permission from the other players, and avoid threadhopping into a serious thread.
FOURTHWALLING: no
NOT INTERESTED IN: threads where she actually kills someone

FIRST IMPRESSIONS

VISUAL: a girl around 5'3"/163 cm with purple hair and eyes, wearing a dress with bone, flower, and butterfly motifs
AURAL: soft-spoken, gentle, almost whispery. English VA (Melody Muze) line compilation | Chinese, English, Japanese, and Korean voice comparison
OLFACTORY: she smells strongly of flowers
DEMEANOUR: withdrawn within herself, keeping her distance from others and her hands often tucked in front of her body. tends to observe from afar opposed to interact with things directly

IN CHARACTER

PHYSICAL AFFECTION: she has a touch that kills living beings on contact, so she is extremely avoidant when it comes to touch. but at the same time, she's incredibly touch-starved and desperately wants a hug. so basically it's complicated
PHYSICAL VIOLENCE: Y
RELATIONSHIPS: Y - my favorite canon ships are her with the Trailblazer, Mydei, Aglaea, Phainon, and Cipher, but I'm down for anything! including cross-canon!!
PSYCHIC & PSIONIC INFORMATION:
MAGICAL INFORMATION: she has a deadly aura to go along with her deadly touch. It's usually suppressed, but she's able to activate it at will, causing anything within five paces to enter a trance where they feel like they're being swallowed by darkness and unease.
MEDICAL INFORMATION:
OFFENSIVE SUBJECTS & TRIGGERS:

☆ code by kimmiserate ☆

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▶ Mailbox.exe ENTRIES

[chrysolis]

▶ blooming season: letters to the nether realm

[chrysolis]

This page of story comes from the 309,785th Eternal Recurrence, in a tranquil place where flowers bloomed. Imagine if the girl who returned to the nether realm wasn't completely cut off from the mortal world, and the Netherwing, retaining Polyxia's remaining sanity, ferried her back and forth across the River of Souls...

"The dragon's here, the dragon's here again...!"

The skies of Okhema suddenly darkened as the Netherwing's massive silhouette circled above the Marmoreal Market, blocking out the sun. With powerful wingbeats, it descended upon Kephale Plaza, unleashing an earth-shattering roar. The residents frantically rushed back to their homes, retrieving items they had prepared in advance. This had clearly become the holy city's newest custom, as people eagerly crowded around the Netherwing, afraid of being left behind.

"Please give me a Mortis flower! In exchange, please take this candlelight to Lady Castorice on the other shore!"

"Me too! I'd like a few bunches of Antila flowers to decorate my little shop. In return, I'll give you some seasonal fruits. They're super fresh, just harvested a few days ago!"

The Netherwing lifted its wings, revealing two large flower baskets tucked beneath. The Holy City Guards did their best to maintain order, but they couldn't hold back the enthusiastic residents. In no time at all, the flowers carried by the Netherwing were "exchanged" completely, with satisfied residents departing while the baskets were filled to the brim with gifts from the holy city's inhabitants for the demigod of Death.

After their busy work, Guardians Zeph and Mnemosyne let out a long sigh and gently patted the Netherwing's neck. "Every time you come, it's such a grand spectacle... You've really outdone yourself, Miss Polyxia."

A gentle purr resonated from the Netherwing's throat. It shrugged its neck, shaking loose several letters from beneath its plated scales.

"Miss Castorice's letter from the netherworld... still as weighty as ever, I see. Oh right, there's only one reply letter for Miss Castorice this time, please keep it safe, Miss Polyxia."

The guards tucked the delicate letter behind the neck of Netherwing, who gently nuzzled the two before slowly taking flight, circling above the Marmoreal Market for a moment, before flying off toward Styxia.

The far shore of the River of Souls remained as tranquil as ever.

Yet it was not only the azure Antila that bloomed here. Beneath the gentle radiance of the Moon Cocoon, the sea of multi-colored iridescent flowers spread like a vast, warm embrace, tenderly cradling the slowly descending Netherwing.

At the center of the sea of flowers, a girl in white ran toward Netherwing. She was the owner of the flower shop "Spring of the Underworld." "Welcome back, Polyxia!" She wrapped her arms around Netherwing's neck. "...You've brought back so many things again this time. Thank you so much."

Netherwing rumbled softly.

"Let me see what replies my companions sent me... Huh, only one letter?"

The girl stared blankly at the letter in her hands. Netherwing softly nudged her shoulder, urging her to open it.

"In this letter... there's just a group photo taken with a photostone. It's wrapped in golden thread. It must be Lady Aglaea's..."

The moment she touched the golden thread, a vision suddenly stirred within her mind. The Chrysos Heirs had gathered in the Marmoreal Palace, and the white-haired youth at the front cleared his throat. "Thanks to Professor Anaxa and Lady Aglaea's joint research, the 'letter' this time not only lets Lady Castorice hear our voices, but also see our faces. Everyone, have you decided what you want to tell her?"

The haughty scholar was the first to speak. "The alchemy matrix to reach the underworld is nearly complete, Castorice. You may await the good news..."

"Our Great Performer is indeed a genius, if only he would speak with a little less swagger. Cas, I asked someone to drop off some clothes for you. The nether realm is cold, and even as a demigod, you need to take care of yourself," said the blonde weaver.

"Alright, my turn. Castorice, here's something fun: Mydei lost to me two weeks in a row. Next time, bring me a bunch of yellow and purple hyacinths. I remember the flower's meaning is 'try again after failure'..."

"...According to the records in my family's great library, yellow and purple hyacinths mean 'to concede defeat.'"

The girl burst out laughing. Then Hyacine, Tribbie, Chartonus... all those familiar faces left their precious images. She had never imagined she could read a letter this way.

Netherwing laid down at the girl's side, silently watching her joys and tears, just like it had done in a distant past, blurred and half-forgotten in memory.

The visions woven into the golden thread slowly faded into silence. The girl leaned against the giant dragon, clutching the photo to her chest as the west wind stirred waves across the sea of flowers.

"Polyxia, let's plant more flowers. The Flame-Chase isn't over yet... maybe one day, my companions will come here."

"When that day comes, it will be an embrace after a long parting, and this gentle sea of flowers will be my truest blessing."

▶ farewell, all you master chefs

[chrysolis]

This page of the story... comes from beyond the endless cycle of suffering, a gift I give to you. Imagine, if Amphoreus were as ordinary as the countless stars, where people's joys and sorrows wove the smiles and tears of everyday life...

"Grand Chrysos... is unparalleled!"

Cipher tossed a red banner onto the table. "Found this outside the shop."

All eyes turned to the deliverer of the kitchen. Phainon flailed his hands in protest. "Guys, you know me, if it were me..."

"It would've been a purple-and-gold banner. So it wasn't you." Cipher cut him off, flipping the banner over. Everyone leaned closer, only to find a line of small print on the back: "But if foes come from beyond the sky... can you still hold onto first place?"

Signed... "Astral Food Express."

"This is a challenge letter."

The room fell silent. Not long ago, the master chefs had fended off the conservative food critic group, the "Council of Cheddars," and later defeated the gourmet Intellitron, "Sacred Glutton" Lycurgus. Grand Chrysos was riding high, and challenger chefs flocked to its doors, yet none had prevailed.

"But the 'Astral Food Express'... is clearly not like those petty rivals." Aglaea began to explain the challengers from beyond the sky to everyone. Rumor had it they traveled the stars aboard a peerless food truck, creating a Star Rail Map of astral routes that linked every culinary tradition across the cosmos.

"We have no reason to refuse!" Phainon clutched the banner tight. "This is a priceless chance to share the true essence of cooking with master chefs from beyond the sky...!"

Castorice, who had stayed silent for a long time, lifted her head. "Lord Phainon is right. Becoming a chef... means offering all of yourself up to satisfy the taste buds of others."

"In the Kremnos family's dictionary, too, there is no word for fear."

Seeing the fire rekindled in their eyes, Aglaea nodded with quiet satisfaction. "I'll help you prepare everything. Perhaps, it's time to visit an old friend..."

That day, under cloudless skies, the entire staff stood guard at the entrance. Soon, an express appeared in the skies above Okhema. Like a meteor, it glided for a moment before landing squarely in front of Grand Chrysos.

The doors opened, light spilling out, and the first to step down was a gray-haired person. They scanned the crowd, immediately spotting Phainon at the front, then rushed forward to grab his hand. "Ah, Chef Phainon! I'm your idol... no, wait, you're my fan... no, that's not right! Anyway, I can't believe I finally get to meet you!"

Phainon felt an instant bond with the gray-haired person. "You carry something fascinating... I see it now. It's the passion to push the limits of taste!"

"...Honored guests, welcome to Grand Chrysos. Please, allow me to show you to your seats..."

The other master chefs tactfully ignored the starry-eyed exchange between Phainon and the gray-haired person. Hyacine quickly stepped in, leading the Astral Food Express delegation inside.

To welcome the challengers from afar, Grand Chrysos invited a hall full of diners to join the feast, even bringing the long-retired culinary legend "Imperator" out of seclusion to serve as chief judge. The Astral Food Express's navigator, Himeko, shook hands with Aglaea, investor of the Grand Restaurant, as their representative.

"The banner Trailblazer snuck up at your door was an exaggeration. We come without hostility. The Astral Food Express is here to share knowledge with Amphoreus chefs, and to bring the interstellar cuisines we've gathered to your people."

"Miss Himeko, you're too kind. Chefs under heaven are one family. Friendship first, competition second. There is, however, another matter where we need your help..."

"Let's skip the pleasantries while the Imperator is here." Cerydra swept her hand, and a squad of Flame-Chase Army marched in, carrying stoves and cookware into the hall. Mem and Pom-Pom, who had been happily devouring Express Special Hotpot, scrambled to wipe their mouths clean and sat up stiffly in their mascot seats.

"I hereby declare the culinary showdown between Grand Chrysos and Astral Food Express has officially begun!"

First round: The theme "Desserts" was announced by judge Hysilens. As the master chef who pioneered the "musical restaurant" concept, her every movement carried the calm confidence of an older generation of chefs. But when she opened the envelope with the theme, her face stiffened. "...The theme has been changed at the last minute to 'Banquet.'"

"Last-minute change?" Cipher started to rise in protest, but under Hysilens's sharp gaze, she instantly sat back down.

"What's wrong, Little Ciphy?" Tribbie asked. Cipher looked regretful. "I was planning to take out one of their heavy hitters by switching the theme to something I'm good at...'fish.' But it turns out this 'Dux Grill-at-us' really can't bear to see fish suffer, just like the rumors say..."

"...Little Ciphy, aside from how you'd even make a dessert out of fish, it's still better to win fair and square."

Soon, both sides selected their first contestant. For Grand Chrysos, the manager Castorice stepped forward herself. Her dish: Antila Frost Sugar Pudding Tower, also called... "An Embrace from Beyond." "As the sweet ending of a banquet, pudding is like a final embrace before saying goodbye."

From the Astral Food Express, a pink-haired girl in festive dress took her place. She fumbled a little in the kitchen, then proudly held up a strange drink. "My entry is this: the "Overlord Shaky Cup Juice"! At the end of the banquet, clinking glasses with this will make the night complete!"

"March... why is your juice salty?"

"I–It's supposed to be! It's inspired by a drink called 'Salty Lemon Seven Up'!"

"She just mixed up salt and sugar again, Dan Heng."

Castorice's pudding was showered with praise, but to everyone's surprise, March 7th's juice... also won unexpected approval.

"The bitterness of the Antila flowers soaks into the pudding and balances out the sweetness. What a perfect match! To think the bizarre chef formerly known as 'Hand of the River of Souls' has grown this much..."

"As for Chef March's drink... at first sip, it's bizarre, but the more you drink, the more addictive it gets. Could this be some secret recipe from beyond the sky...?"

The diners whispered among themselves, and even the judges were excited, jotting down scores with spoons and straws in their mouths. The only one looking wistful was Hysilens. "Why does everyone's creativity end up focused on the end of a banquet...?"

The Second round: the theme "Cold Dish" was announced by the judge, the Seismic Walking Dragon, Terravox. This hermit, master of archaic cuisine, gave a low rumble as he declared the subject: "Betrayal."

Grand Chrysos sent out master chef Mydei, matched against the Astral Food Express's master chef Dan Heng. The two stoic men exchanged a single glance, then silently went to work. After forty-five minutes, Mydei was the first to present.

"Chilled cream Dulu Bird Cutlets, please enjoy."

"Chef Mydei, may I ask... how does this relate to the theme 'Betrayal'?"

"If you taste carefully, you'll notice an unexpected sweetness. It comes from a 'betrayal': a trusted friend once added sugar to my personal milk powder jar..."

"Stop, Mydei. Just stop."

Then came Dan Heng's dish. "This is Cold Marinated Scalegorge Jellyfish, titled 'Transmutation Arcanum.'"

"The refreshing taste... it really feels like transforming into one of the Vidyadhara..."

"Though it doesn't really seem connected to 'betrayal' either."

"But judge Terravox ate it with tears streaming down his face. Wait, aren't dromas only supposed to eat redsoil...?"

Third round: the theme "Main Course" was announced by judge Anaxa from the Grove of Epiphany Culinary School. He ripped the envelope to pieces, took the cup of water Aglaea handed him, and drank deeply. "As for this round's theme, without a doubt, I will choose the drom-"

Before Anaxa could finish, his throat seized, his eyes widened, and he toppled straight backward. The Flame-Chase Army, already prepared, rushed to catch him and carried him back to his seat.

"So the theme is 'drom'...?"

"What happened to Professor Anaxagoras... wait, that cup! It's the Express' exclusive paper coffee cup..."

Aglaea stepped forward. "Professor Anaxagoras has suddenly fallen ill. I will announce the final theme in his stead — 'Trailblaze!'"

"Wait... isn't that the motto of the Astral Food Express!"

"Lady Aglaea really is treating this more like an exchange than a competition..."

By now, each side had only one contestant left... Naturally, it was Phainon and Trailblazer.

"Both last to appear... looks like you and I are the same kind of kitchen deliverers!" Phainon had already rolled up his sleeves.

"Deliverers attract each other. You said it perfectly!" Trailblazer already had a spatula in hand.

As the crowd erupted in cheers, Aglaea and Himeko exchanged a look, each thinking the same thing. "This is going to be a blazing journey of 'Trailblazing' indeed."