𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @antaresesgossamer on The 8th Bilunar Perigee Of The 8th Dim Seasons Equinox You Were Six Sweeps Old And A One Sweep Into Your Internship At The Cerulean Medicull Institute. you'd Been Informed A Few Weeks Ago That You Were To Be Transferred To Observe And Aid In A Higher Class Due To Your Proficiency And Unique Usage With Your Psychic Abilities. This, Naturally, Was An Enormous Boost To Your Ego And You'd Been Riding The High Up Until This Moment. You've Been Instructed To Talk To The Clerical, An Esteemed Older Woman Who Is Responsible For The Operation Of The Well Oiled Machine That Is The Cerulean Medicull Institute. She Is One Of Your Many Idols And You Are Incredibly Excited To Actually Talk To Her Face To Face. you Have An Outfit You Would Consider “professional” On, An Ensemble That Will Make You Cringe When You Recall It In The Present Day. A Large, Unflattering, Black And White Striped Knitted Sweater That Hangs Off Your Frame In An All Too Awkward Way. It's Thrown Over An Ankle Length Gingham Patterned Black Pleated Skirt That Covers Your Frilly White Socks But Allows Your Blue Saddle Shoes To Peek Out Under The Hem. To Accessorize You Are Wearing Several Cerulean Blue Hair Slips To Pin Back Your Short Curly Hair, A Pearled Glasses Cord Attached To Your (at This Time) White Glasses, A Black Bow On The Back Of Your Head, And Your Staple Pearl Necklace That You Wear Because You Believe It Makes You Seem More “sophisticated”. It Does Not. You Just Look Like A Dork In A Pearl Necklace. the Hallway Is Practically Empty, You Arrived At The Building As Early Into The Night As Possible, Hardly Capable Of Sleeping The Light Before In Your Excitement. You're About To Meet An Idol Because You Are Excelling In Your Caste. This Must Be A Dream. You Almost Pinch Yourself. You Stare In Front Of You At The Frosted Glass Door With A Large Wooden Sign Labeled ‘the Clerical’. You're Carrying A Few Textbooks In Your Arms And Attempting To Hype Yourself Up. You've Been Like This For A Bit. You Shake Your Head, Breathe In Slowly, Place A Charming Smile Onto Your Face, And Knock. it's Silent For A While. the Clerical: Come In. you Inhale Deeply And Pull Open The Door. You Stand In The Doorway, Smile Wide And Shoulders Pulled Up As You Clutch Your Books To Your Chest. aranea: Hello, Ma'am! silence. She Peers Up At You Over Her Glasses, Eyes Unimpressed. aranea: I Must- Ahem. aranea: I Must Say I-it Is An Honor To Meet You. I Have Read So Much A8out You And The Work You Do For 8eforus. You Are Just- Just Such An Inspir8ti— the Clerical: Sstuttering. Inssolent. Unpalatable. your Mouth Snaps Shut And Your Smile Falters. You Stare At The Poised Figure Behind The Desk In Front Of You. She Is Well Dressed, A Full Cerulean Colored Suit, A Large Beehive Haircut, Sleek Glasses, And Long Sharp Nails. She Stares At You, Hands Poised On The Large Typewriter Resting On Her Dark Wooden Desk. You Blush A Bit In Embarrassment, Mouth Opening And Closing. aranea: Excuse…. Excuse Me? aranea: I'm Sorry If I've… Offended You In Some Way. I Didn't Intend T— the Clerical: Quiet, Girl. you Quiet Immediately. She Stands, She Is Incredibly Tall. It Makes You Feel Like An Ant Under Her Gaze, You Begin To Sweat A Bit, Eyebrows Furrowing. She Lifts A Finger And Begins To Point Along Your Body. the Clerical: Abyssmal Possture. the Clerical: Ffrumpy Wardrobe. Tacky Pearls. the Clerical: Sstuttering. Muttering. Ramblingss. the Clerical: Unamussing. the Clerical: You Intend To Be A Nursse, Do You Not? How Do You Expect To Aid Those In Need Looking And Sspeaking Like That? you Straighten Your Posture And Cough. You Look Down At Your Outfit And Begin To Fidget, Pulling And Smoothing It Out In The Hopes It Will Just Magically Change. aranea: Oh, I… I Apologize. I Am Typically A Wonderful Convers8tionalist! I Suppose I Am Just Nervous To 8e In The Presence Of Someone So Grand. Please, Forgive Me— a Sharp Smack Of The Desk Immediately Sends Your Head Snapping Back Up. In The Time It Took You To Lower Your Head And Ramble She Has Produced A Manilla Folder. She Is Now Flipping Through It. the Clerical: Aranea. Sserket. aranea: Yes, C'est Moi. the Clerical: You Are Wesstern Beforan? aranea: Oh, Yes. I Only Speak Un Peu, Hahahahaa. I Grew Up There For A 8it 8efore 8eing Reloc8ted For Schoolfeeding. It Is A Very 8ea— the Clerical: Ssit. the Clerical: We Will Begin. the Clerical: ████████ the Clerical: ████████████████ you Sit And The Memory Becomes Hazy. You Hardly Remember What You'd Discussed With Her, So Focused On Her Prior Words. You Sat And Nodded, Humming Emptily, Books Rested In Your Lap As You Stared At Her Hands Flipping Through Your Folder. She Mumbled About Comments From Staff Of The Institute, Your Scores From Your Prior Schoolfeeding Experience, And Even Your Volunteer Work From Your Younger Sweeps. You Barely Listened To Any Of It. Unamusing. *unamusing.* You'd Spoken For All Of Two Seconds And She'd Deemed You Unamusing. She'd Call You An Unamusing, Frumpy, Stuttering Girl. Un Peu? Un Pue?? Stupid. Why Did You Say That. And To Follow It With Such An Awkward Laugh. Goodness. Fickle. Frumpy. Such A Gaudy Sweater. Too Large. Tacky. Tacky. Tacky. You Think About That Stupid Necklace. You Recall Every Outfit You'd Worn With It, Picking Them Apart. Tacky. Your Hands Clenched Around The Thick Notebook In Your Hands, Nails Leaving Indents In The Hard Cover. Frympy. Unpalatable. They Stayed Like This All Until You Had Been Approved To Aid The Class And Sent On Your Way. you Left, Standing Outside The Frosted Door For A Few Seconds, Staring Blankly Before Turning And Making Your Way Out Of The Building. Unamusing. Unamusing. Unamusing. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 grow A Spine. ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀