Directly right of her queen’s section, Olympia Kaneliade, made her militaristic space in direct view of her queen. A former captain during the Italian Wars, Olympia proudly dispyed her various sets of arms that denoted the ongoing change in warfare at the time. Heavy armor blended into lighter and tougher forms of steel, spears and pikes gave way to early versions of pistols and rifles. Although all of her awards were on dispy, it was the smaller things that showed who Olympia truly was. Choosing to adorn her section with two simple recliners, the former soldier kept a chessboard between the seats and on her personal side kept graphic novels of all types with a heavy focus towards Calvin & Hobbes. A small footlocker and matching wardrobe held all of her evening needs with a very small section dedicated to her feminine side.
Going beyond Olympia’s militaristic area, Ismini Andreli made her humble home. Unlike her fellow Seraphin, Ismini existed in a mix of soulful peace and shrouded entanglement. Adorning her shelves were texts dedicated to various religions and educational texts on different philosophical ideals beside material that expined the various pressure points within the human anatomy and different unarmed combat techniques. Given her rexed and banced nature, Ismini had become the only one of the Seraphin that kept her eyes on current events and used the only personal computer that she’d had made to look like an early twenties adding machine to maintain the over aesthetic of their combined space.
Panning further right, the hot-spirited woman Kyveli Mastrotzi, made her impact on the room. Devoid of any real old items, Kyveli didn’t make any attempt to hide her Germanic side and kept trinkets that bore German colors and focused mainly on the country’s soccer team. Aggressive to the point where she would often become inconsoble when her team would do badly, the others had finally stopped her from putting anything of value within her room and ultimately provided their sister with a silk hammock that she could rex in without fear of possible wreckage to the museum in a fit of frustration. Fortunately for the others, Kyveli had recently become diverse in her interest and had been delving into reading and watching videos on competitive surfing which had resulted in some of her paraphernalia taking on a soothing oceanic view.
Myrto Calea and her near indistinguishable section took up the darkest part of their chamber. A simple steel-framed bed and a small dresser with bnd jewelry were the only visible items that let someone know that the space was being used. Secretive and observant by nature, Myrto kept the bare minimum she needed to get through her nights without really being seen. Average colored clothing, and pin shoes were all picked to help her blend in without using blood. Whatever artwork hung on the walls were a direct result of Elisavet doing her best to make the room look symmetrical in some way. Unlike others of her kind, Myrto held all of her information within her own mind, safely locked away from any possible prying eyes until she could divulge her observations to her queen. In short, Myrto strove to be as invisible as possible.
Lastly and immediately to Vasia’s left, Elisavet Ballea made her own living space a hallmark of beauty and absolute organization. Being the only one of her sisters who concerned herself with what they all looked like from the outside, Elisavet kept most of her space dedicated to the needs of the others. Suits for Olympia that weren’t just bck or gray, loose-fitting overpping robes that hinted of Japanese culture for Ismini, glittery dresses that spoke to Kyveli’s aggressive persona, and bck evening gowns complete with pearls to bury the spy within Myrto. Devoid of anything to rex in, Elisavet instead had a huge calendar with upcoming events for the next two years and a map of Mesyrna to track the others when they left the museum. While Elisavet wasn’t trying to directly control the others, she maintained that responsibility to one was a responsibility to all and they always needed to know what the others were doing, regardless of how close in age they were. What little space she used for herself had been taken up with her necessary life needs. Cosmetics that were organized by color from warm to cool, and clothing that went from short to long starting with tiny camisoles and ending with full-length evening gowns.
-My wonderful Seraphim - Burning ones. What would I do without all of you?-
Vasia admired them quietly as she bounced her bare leg patiently as Olympia and Elisavet completed their tiny spat. She twisted herself to face the dark part of the room and raised her eyebrow towards her nondescript Myrto and her unassuming green eyes with carefully brushed dirty-blonde hair. “Do you hear these two?”
With a hint of Spanish to influence her voice, Myrto leisurely turned her lips up in a subtle curved smile. “Uh-huh. I think Liz put your dress over on her clothes rack, Highness. Want me to get it or…” She snickered as she heard Elisavet scream in frustration that sometimes matched Kyveli. “You have to admit, Highness, that watching Liz come unglued is better than television.” Myrto put her fingers in her mouth and whistled as loud as a train. “Hey. The Queen asked you both a question and she’s mostly naked.” She shrugged and stood up, “Although that isn’t any travesty.” Silent as a panther, Myrto walked beside Vaisa and bowed. “Can you make sure that I look alright? I’m not sold on this dress, Highness.”
Moving so she could see Myrto clearly as her other two Seraphin were a touch animated and partly obscuring her view, Vasia cpped excitedly when she finally saw the spymistress standing in the light and dispying her athletic-hourgss build. “Myrto, when you shine…” Vasia put her hand over her heart, “...you can stop the world from moving. You look…delicious. I do enjoy seeing your waist and how it discreetly gives your bottom a saucy tease for anyone who manages to capture a glimpse.” Desiring to touch her midnight-bathed Seraphin, Vasia pretended to smooth out the wrinkles on her bck pencil dress. “I approve.”
“I understand that you enjoy the hinted torture of my eternity, but this is Our…yes…Our Queen’s birthday. Your little joke on me is torturing the rest of us…” Elisavet paused and rapped her knuckles on Olympia’s head. “...along with the party downstairs.” It was the look of absolute outrage that poured from Olympia’s bloodstone eyes that made Elisavet pause and forget what she intended to say afterward.
“Liz, run.” Myrto held her hand over her face and quietly ughed, “My Queen…thank you.”
“I am going to rip those cute little pink tips out of your head!” Olympia growled and leapt for Elisavet.
Having walked over to her closet, Vaisa was calmly thumbing through her wardrobe when she heard Myrto’s slinky voice call to her. “Myrto?” She inquired and found a floor-length steel blue evening gown and held it up to her well-rounded chest. “What do you think?”
Essentially the little scuffle came down to who was the fastest to react. Elisavet knew the moment that she thumped Olympia that it was a bad idea and bolted out of the room at top speed before the Seraphin-warrior finished her angry bellow. “See you downstairs, Highness.” Elisavet voiced as she left the room.
