Like an actor revealed by the parting curtains, the sun slowly crept over the distant mountains. Within its panoramic frame, its light sang out to all corners of the cloud-wreathed sky. Tickled golden by its voice, the fluffy actors were mirrored on the surface of a perfectly stilled lake. By its shore, a sleeping city of vibrant red shingles glistened atop their walls of perfect opus reticulatum. Across the shore, only the finest architecture of marble stucco awaited the beams of the rising sun.
On the room's ceiling, replacing the lights of Chaldea, another giant Sunscape window continued the skyline seamlessly. It helped make the biggest room of this new residential area, as large as it was, feel even grander. The columns of marble that lined the marble stucco walls only added to this. So too did the finest stone tiles, flourishing plants, and the perfectly arrayed lounging cushions at the room's center.
Its many ornate side doors lay closed, hiding away the residents within their cubiculums. Only the songbirds and a gentle trickle of a marble lion fountain echoed through the room. The Roman atrium, the central piece of this new shared new dormitory, glowed by the greetings of a golden morning. As always, there was one who stirred early to greet it before its rise.
For how could she not?
Every second of this beauty must be savored. Every little shadow of detail and angle of light permeated with beauty. Every breath was filled with the luxurious scents of a distant time. It mattered not this was a forgery, because this was art. Artistry she helped to forge with her own hands and vision.
Lying atop the giant lounging bed, propped up by one of the cushions, Nero's golden hair shined brighter than the sun itself; Her pleased smile more so. Clad only in the white wrappings of a Roman-styled nightgown, not an ounce of fatigue lay beside her. Only the glow of enthusiasm and satisfaction stood proud.
Haughty eyes glanced over the distant buildings with pride. Even if it was just a large Sunscape window, the illusion was perfect. Nitocris did well, as expected of a pharaoh and honored friend of Rome. Nero didn't even need to close her eyes to imagine herself looking over the glorious empire of old, despite the scenery finding a cozier bed with fantasy rather than reality. Yet, Rome was always beautiful, and its rulers just wished it to appear even more so.
There was no fault in that. Not at all. Though a tyrant she may have been, she loved the people. To see them flourish and appreciative was a daily goal, and her only regret in a turbulent life was that they didn't reciprocate her love in the way she deemed fit.
That too was fine after all the tyrannical hardships she'd caused in her growing delirium. She'd come to terms long before she'd died, and was merely sad the world was robbed of a premier artist and emperor far earlier than they should have. Far, far earlier.
Yet, the world had been blessed again and again with her revived presence, and thus her new goal was clear.
Lessons were learned. New experiences were gained. By her life in the Moon Cell, and possibly more she could hold in the future, she was better refined now more than ever. Without any doubt, she could conduct herself as an even greater Roman Emperor than she ever had been, for she was humbled and blessed by friendships never known and a love held dearly close. The muses sang louder than ever in Chaldea, and she would continue to give them material.
'Umu… This day had been a long time coming.' Nero smiled haughty yet dignified.
Though she always stood tall, she understood she was but one world leader among dozens. Legends and myths surrounded her, yet the pressure never dulled her resolve. Although, like them, she had not retained her beautiful true citizens and rulership, other avenues remained. Many sought their own interests out to shine brighter, but she was but one of the first to do so without any hesitation.
How could she not?
Chaldea was an audience blessed to enjoy her endless artistry, and this long-awaited day was a grand opportunity to prove it once more.
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Fragment 109: Walk the Walk
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Ever since the Roman Villa was finished earlier this month, Nero's inspiration had tripled. Simply lounging in this private space, yet another grand Roman addition to Chaldea, let her hear the voices of the gods and muses; Especially if her chronic migraine hit. Though the Roman Theater still held a beloved place in her heart, this new one was home. One filled with the comforts of a family that had grown beautifully close.
"You should get changed for breakfast."
"Allow me to linger a few minutes more. If Altera may slumber still, then so I may lounge."
"As you wish then, Nero, so long as it's rest and not laziness."
The Empress kept her eyes pleasantly closed just a minute longer, but her smile grew as she felt the gentle pat on her forehead. Gentle scribbles on paper joined the chorus of unseen songbirds that forged their dorm's natural ambience. Though there were some final preparations to be made for Chaldea's first Winter Fashion Show, a few more minutes lounging in the Atrium was acceptable; More so because of all the prepwork they did ahead of time.
It gave plenty of opportunity for the empress to enjoy her time as she pleased, and what better than to start the morning with her uncle? Still and satisfied, her head remained on the comfortable pillow that was his muscular thigh. His black sweatpants offered just enough extra padding, and he remained considerately unmoving and silent as he handled some paperwork. The air could've been filled with their pleasant, often ceaseless chatter, but these quiet moments proved to be uncommon, delicious fruits.
Nero was simply content that Caligula was free of the shackling tethers of his once potent mad enhancement.
A louder chirp of a songbird caused Nero to open her eyes and stir, but it was merely ambience. He was quick to spot her smile's sudden waver. "Something amiss?"
She arched her neck to stare up at his curious red orbs, free of the surrounding abyss they once swam in. She puffed her cheeks a bit. "Should I convene with the current council again? One or two of Helena's birds isn't too much to ask for."
"…Ah. For the atrium. They would be pleasant, yes," he commented as he glanced up to the gentle amber of passing clouds. "But birds were born with a gift mankind only dreamed of for millennia. They should have ample space to enjoy their gift of flight. Not remained caged in teasing walls."
"Beautiful Roman walls," Nero corrected with a tiny coy smile, and her uncle stared lightly down to her.
"As much as I would love it too, each area of Chaldea should have their own draws, lest they fall forgotten with every new addition."
"A songbird isn't too much to ask for…" she huffed gently. Compared to what she usually put some other departments through? Definitely nothing too much. Helena was a talented caster, and Nero simply wanted to give her another chance to showcase the caster's special art. Art was meant to be enjoyed and shared, after all.
Caligula laughed gently, and the sound warmed her heart like it had when she was but a young Roman noble. "If you wish to open another dialogue over it, I will not stop you. I'm only offering my view on the matter."
Of course, but her uncle's wise words, from a time before his madness, were always worth being considered… even if she was going to raise her point to the council anyway. Uncle or not, Nero did what she deemed was the best choice regardless of others' persuasions. Usually.
She smiled. "I know. Thank you, Uncle."
"At least leave it for now. You've got too great a day to let a little luxury steal your thoughts and time," he smiled, reached down with a free hand, and gently patted her forehead again. Her smile beamed at the simple gift. "Now. Should we wake up Caesar and little Altera before they sleep 'till the sun is high?"
Nero nodded, and Caligula gently closed the notebook he'd been writing in. He placed it at his side to join the stack of encyclopedias and his gilded iPad, but paused before he got up. Not because Nero had still yet to raise herself, but because of the new ray of sunshine that permeated across the Atrium. No, to be more accurate, the overwhelming sense of ancient prestige and magnificent drowned out even Sol Invictus in the best ways possible.
Caligula smiled towards one of the creaked open doors. "Great founder. We pray you slept well?"
Nero stared over pleasantly as the once-peeking lancer finally threw his door wide, quick yet gentle. Wearing a perfect white toga, the towering man stepped through and stood to his full height with a quiet, yet booming laugh. "Very well. Another beautiful night amongst Roma, and to awake to splendid views such as yourselves is a greater gift. I wished not to interrupt your moment."
"But your company could never be an interruption, Great Founder!" Nero piped up cheerfully as she sat up. "Are you excited for today!?"
"Not nearly as excited as you, my child," he rumbled again with a vibrant chuckle. "May the glory of Roma shine from your performance."
"Umu~! I promise it will!" she beamed. Whether it was the mighty founder's presence or the growing number of routine praises from fellow Romans, the Empress was now wonderfully motivated. Far different from the rousing of palace servants to a shining morning, this was her new coffee to wake her up.
Yet no… To compare waking within a beautiful villa alongside fellow emperors, the great founder, and a treasured little sister to that dirty swill? That would be a tragic lyric the muses would never consider. No comparison could suit it, whether others used it pleasantly or not. There was simply few relate-able satisfactions.
Romulus had stepped over to join them among the pillows, but his smiling eyes rested on the stack of books. "Taking your future role seriously?"
"How could I not? I'd dishonor my title, and I have much to do if I'm to prove as I'm as wise as my people once praised." Her uncle's red eyes had lost a glimmer of its mirth, but the determination was overwhelming. Nero and Romulus smiled. "I'm humbled they gave me this chance, so for Rome and all of you, I will not fail."
"You will make it onto the council fine. If Ozymandias believes you well-suited, then why humble yourself?" Nero praised back, and he threw thanks back with warm eyes.
"Humility is graceful. I wouldn't wish to fall again. Not when I can still help Chaldea in another way." Tragic beauty. As lovely as it was to have her uncle of sane mind, most of his combat ability had fallen dramatically. Like Frankenstein, he was officially retired from active duty in favor of stronger servants, but that didn't mean he was weak. Despite the potential advising role on the council, he was still a capable reserve servant that most mages couldn't hope to tackle.
"So long as you're happy again, Uncle," Nero offered rightfully, then stood to her full height to stretch. As she did so, she felt a gentle tug on her crumpled-up nightgown. It had ridden up, and her uncle wordlessly fixed it. Not that she cared if others saw her beautiful body, especially not her beloved peers. "If you'll pardon me, I must wake Altera! And maybe take a picture or two if she's cuddling her little sheep~!"
As Romulus gazed off at the fantasized image of a distant Rome, Caligula nodded. "Then I shall rouse Caesar, unless Cleo will be doing so?"
Nero hummed gently as she walked off. "She left early to help with last minute changes. I'll be joining them after breakfast."
She should've joined them earlier, but with how much she'd been toiling away at it… Indeed. An Empress needed a small break too! After breakfast would be fine.
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The sounds of colorful conversation, teeming with excitement and festive bliss, was a sight to behold like the busy streets of Rome's capital. It was greater to revel in, and more so to be a part of. No doubt, Nero loved to socialize and bluntly promote herself above her peers, but even she enjoyed quieter times and space. An artist needed some room for her thoughts to run free, rather than be tripped incessantly by the mirth of surrounding companions.
To that end, a picnic for two was in order. However, it was admittedly missing one person… Alright, two. As grating as Tamamo could be at times, she couldn't deny the caring, loyal caster was a source of profound bliss in his life, so the empress wasn't above sharing. It helped they did get along better after so much time dealing with each other... Just as long as Tamamo knew she was his favorite lover, then that's all that mattered since she was more than willing to be civil; Even friends. 'Umu! Of course I'm his favorite!'
Yet, despite their absence, the present company was more than satisfying to spend among the Tropical Flower Garden.
Wearing a royal red robe and little else, Nero gently lifted the cup of steaming green tea to her lips and sipped. Atop the checkered blanket, several plates offered fruits and cooked meals from Tamamo, who was still away helping with meals and likely bickering with her cat-like counterpart. Across from her, Altera sat in a comfy set of white sweats and sipped her own tea. As they enjoyed the silence of the moment among fluttering butterflies and colorful flowers, it was broken by a gentle bleating.
Altera, a bit exasperated but smiling nonetheless, lowered her tea and stared at their third companion. "Did you eat all your food already? You shouldn't eat so fast."
Again, the fluffy automata bleated hopefully, earning Nero's small smile. Beside the blanket, laying on the grass, was a… unique caricature of a sheep. Its fluffy wool was even more pronounced, and its pastel colors made it unrealistic. Its smushed face was adorable in its own way, as were its cartoon-like golden horns and little stubby legs… but it's the prize lottery automata Altera finally designed, so who was Nero to argue?
The Empress wouldn't argue: It was beautiful in its own way, despite being the size of a great dane. The haughty saber smiled to the cartoony sheep. "More fruits, Zerco?"
With one final hopeful bleat, it seemingly begged to both of them with its little dot eyes. Altera giggled, gave it one of their plates, and quietly watched as it munched on a grapefruit. Nero smiled, "Your Christmas present eats a lot. Like someone we know."
"Arturia or master…?" Altera questioned. After a pause, the two shared a giggle. "I think he just loved both your cooking that much."
"I wish he loved my gifted singing as much…" Nero sighed, and with closed eyes, missed Altera sheepishly gulp. She hid the mixed expression well before the Empress opened her eyes again. "Oh well. At least our Praetor listened. I had to lock the door yesterday just to get Gabrielle's opinion."
"Maybe she had some errands to run?" Altera poised hopefully. Nero thought that might be the case. She did just pull the master out of the hallway to get her opinion on her surprise Christmas special, but her gut told her otherwise. Indeed, there weren't many in Chaldea who saw her artistic voice as a gift, and that would remain one of the Empress' few perceived stains on Chaldea's beautiful canvas.
"Maybe… I had to pry for her opinion, but after she suggested I should get singing lessons from Erik or Jeanne, I wonder if I should have." Nero's mood was souring quickly. That shouldn't be. No doubt it was because she was absolutely comfortable around her rescued and adopted sibling, but she didn't want to sully any precious moment shared between the two. By the gods, Altera had been through far too much already to warrant any sort of bitter moment. "…It is what it is. If they can love Elizabeth's shrilling, then one day they'll come to appreciate my royal timber too."
"I'll cheer for you when that day comes," Altera smiled reassuringly, and Nero quickly beamed.
"Of course you will! As would Praetor!" Oh how they missed Hakuno, but at least they had the memories of a life with him to warm lonely hearts. The masters of Chaldea and the new candidate may not measure up to the Sovereign of the Moon Cell in their eyes, but that didn't mean they were terrible by any stretch; They simply weren't him. "I'm sure he'd love to see this Fashion Show too! I'm eager to see George's photos after its completion… Oh I wish there would be video. I'd order multiple copies of that recording!"
As Nero began running off with her excitement, Altera giggled. "Aren't Mashu and Marie recording it?"
"They are, but… no offense to them, they're not professional videographers," Nero pointed out gently, then sighed. "I wished for a more professional production so the show could be given justice, but we don't have anyone like that in the staff or servant roster."
"…Don't we~?" Nero's mood swiftly plummeted at the ring of that annoying voice. Altera's smile faltered only when BB materialized beside their blanket with that awful, devilish smile of hers… The kind that screamed she plotted something devious. Knowing the AI schoolgirl? That was a given. The moon cancer rolled her eyes. "Oh don't give me that look, Tyrant Nero. I'm a bad girl, but I'm not a bad videographer. Why do you think my shows always come out so perfect?"
"Your shows are hardly perfect…" an offended Nero stabbed back, earning BB's dry stare. She meant it though. The BB Channel, whether in Chaldea or on the Moon Cell, was a mechanical production at best. A simple show with no true artistry in its creation. Heart and soul, sure, but the only beauty and graceful personality it held were… begrudgingly admitted… given from its host and co-host. "Umu… I feel the only reason your ratings are high is because you're the only show recorded within Chaldea."
BB huffed indignantly. "Must you downplay my work too? How deep does your grudge run? That was a different timeline, and I've clearly been behaving myself. Do you have any idea how hard it was not jumping in with Mephistopheles' plan to have some fun?"
That last bit immediately caught Altera and Nero's attention, but the AI swiftly waved it off with a smirk. "I know what you're thinking, and no. I told you enough. I have my own reasons to help out, and you'll come to appreciate them too. That's a promise from this devilish kouhai you can count on, but you'll have to wait until after Christmas for that gift~… So just let me have my fun already! Say and do what I want! Isn't Chaldea a free place for servants?"
"And it's equally as free for airing criticism and complaints. If I can take them, so can you," an annoyed Nero jabbed again. Truthfully, the Empress never took the criticisms and complaints well. At all. Ever… But she'd grown good at hiding her irritation to dull the satisfaction of certain others. Just like she grew used to handling all that unwarranted chortling, BB should too. "Now if you don't mind proving you can behave, can you say what you want already? I'm trying to enjoy some peace and quiet with Altera."
"Oh for… Nero! I'm saying I'll be recording your Fashion Show! No secret strings attached! Except payment… We'll talk about payment later," BB quickly threw. Now it was Nero's turn to stare dryly as Altera watched on silently. Of course… Trust BB to throw some sort of unsolicited deal into someone's face they had to accept. Especially one that looked like a shady fishing hook. "I want to have it for my memories too, you know~? Recorded for posterity. If I can profit off a good production too, then of course I'll do that!"
"…I guess that would be enough selfish reason for you to do that. You are in a section of it…" Nero pondered, then sighed. "If you take your leave faster, fine… We'll discuss payment later. Now if you don't min-"
"That's more like it~! See you later tonight~!" Without another word, BB disappeared back into spirit form, leaving a wary Altera and an exasperated Nero. Maybe BB was hiding something more… It wasn't like her to offer deals so readily or behave herself quite so well, so whatever is keeping her in check must be very important or promising. For Chaldea's sake, Nero hoped it was permanent too…
"Nero…? Are you okay?" Altera's voice quickly caused the Empress to rip apart her thoughts and stash them for later. Right. She was enjoying a breakfast picnic.
The sheep bleated. Nero smiled and shook her head. "Let's forget she came to visit… Ah, but where were we?"
Not a moment later, they'd fallen into a rather boring and mundane conversation about nothing… the beautiful simplicity Nero relished with her dear saved Altera.
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Though she'd retreated to the Villa to retrieve her purse, the walk down the hallways was far from annoying. More than before, festive decorations lined the halls. Red ribbons, silent little bells, and ambushing mistletoes made Chaldea feel like Santa's workshop if one wished to believe so. The Training Grounds had been conquered by an army of snowmen, rivalled only by the invasion of Christmas cheer that echoed in the final few days before its eve.
Indeed. It was hard not to fall to the cheer herself, so Nero let it overcome her… Loudly.
~~HASHIRE SORI YO~~
~~KAZE NO YOU NI~~
Parvati and Ishtar, talking side by side, tossed exasperated stares to the Roman Empress as she glided by an intersection with the strange Japanese lyrics flying from her lips. Singing piercingly and proudly as she practically skipped down the halls to destined fate, she fell oblivious as employees winced and cringed at her singing. Even a robot halted to stare at her with all three eyes, nearly dropping its load of laundry as it seemingly shivered in pain.
~~TSUKIMIHARA WO~~
~~PADORU PADORU~~
Eyes closed and excited for her day ahead, the singing Empress remained unaware of Chaldea's usual reaction to her singing… At least for the morning.
Hallway after hallway, her skipping carol slowly fell to a gentle hum to the salvation of those within earshot. On a proud, final approach to the Agora, then Sin Ravine after, Nero's excitement was filling her. Enthusiasm poured through her soul to the point that she even greeted the person-sized nutcracker ranks flanking the Agora's main entrance. "Hello, Legionnaires! Keep up the good work!"
Hum on her lips, she entered the Agora, where illusionary snow was now falling from the ceiling, only to disappear as it touched the stonework below. She stuck her tongue out to catch a flake on her tongue, but fell disappointed when there was no tickle of chill or icy taste; An illusion could only go so far. It made for beautiful ambience though.
It was only when she was passing the snowy, frozen steampunk fountain that the mighty laughter of two larger-than-all figures echoed again. She stared forward to the Casino to catch Ozymandias and Gilgamesh leaving its gilded doors. The King of Heroes was clad in that eye-snagging Leopard-print suit he favored above most of his usual wardrobe. Ozymandias had his own version, though the white suit with golden accents and trim was far more pleasing to the eye if you asked the Empress.
Not that she'd actually point that out… unprompted, at least. Instead, she waved to Ozymandias, who quickly beamed. "Well then, there she is. The host for this evening's extravaganza."
"One you'll have front row seats to!" she cheered merrily, and ignored Gilgamesh not-so-subtly eye her simple robe; She wouldn't wear it tonight, clearly. "Did you have business, or were you just taking a sneak peak?"
"I merely wished Cleopatra luck well before the time crunch. You know how diligent she gets… A very dutiful and meticulous pharaoh indeed," Ozymandias praised, and even Gilgamesh dipped his head briefly in seeming agreement.
Her haughty, excited eyes met their equal counterpart. Long gone was the absolute condemning stare Gilgamesh long held for her; Their arrogance and pride clashed naturally. Now it fell far less openly conceited, even if she could feel his aura of superiority emanating over her like old money eyeing new money. It bothered her not; She knew who she was and how high she measured.
"King of Heroes. I know tonight will exceed your expectations to entertain you, so worry not," she addressed proudly to subtly square up.
"How bold of you to command me, Empress Nero." Though offered back rather calmly, one well-versed in the subtleties of negotiation could instantly pick up the dismissive and warning tone laced within. Her title was said in such a way it felt more like a reminder of where she stood on the social ladder rather than an honorific; A spoken skill only expected from the world's most arrogant king, mellowed or not. "But I trust it will at least meet Ozymandias' praise of your skill. It's difficult to earn praise from my friend, so I have hopeful expectations for tonight."
Friend, he said. That was a true honorific used by Gilgamesh to rate those as absolutely worthy, and Nero wouldn't deny she wasn't secretly a tad envious of Ozymandias to have earned that once-exclusive prestigious title from Gilgamesh. Envious of its following glory, sure… but she didn't need or want to be his friend. 'I'm just going to prove I stand taller than he believes. Again. As many times as I have to!'
"And you will be delightfully surprised," Nero insisted proudly without missing a beat. Gilgamesh quirked an eyebrow, and a small smile; She couldn't tell if it was judging or not this time. She cared not. She'd dealt with Gilgamesh enough in the Moon Cell to simply appreciate how much more refined and approachable he was now… at least compared to what he used to be like. Their time in Uruk had been a blessing.
"Then I'll hold you to it," Gilgamesh declared, then glanced to his friend. "Shall we?"
"Let's. Iskandar should have the Pyramid prepared for our little competition." At the great pharaoh's mentioning, their smiles lit up with competitive fire. The rivalry between them, once lit only be sheer contempt, glistened with respected fervor. Nero could only watch as they waved goodbye, then quickened their regal pace. She too left moments later, with only one passing thought for the three competing kings.
She hummed curiously. "…Are video games really that amusing…?"
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The glitz... The glam... True, a Fashion Show was not the excitement and violent rancor of a colosseum festival, but it was relatable to the performances at Nero's Domus Aurea. It was but another aspect of her artistic love personified, even if her Romans hadn't appreciated it as well as they could have. That's why she'd taken the reins when she'd first raised the idea: Not out of greed for credit, but determination as an artist to make it beautiful for her similar-minded fashionistas and the Chaldean audience.
"Why're the curtains acting up? I thought this issue was resolved days ago! I was led to believe time and time again you robots were more efficient than humans!"
Well… There was only so much Nero could hope to control among her fellow fashion royals.
Backstage was, as expected, a hectic mess. This was how it'd been for theater, and so she'd heard it was the same for runway events like this one. Crates were everywhere. The rows of mirrors, makeup, and hanging wardrobes were a bustling hive of activity. Above the few preparing staff, many robots, and some servants, one voice was raised above all.
An exasperated sigh escaped Cleopatra's usually refined composure. "The clock is ticking! We don't have much time!"
"Maybe not if we wish to meet your preferred deadline, but you shouldn't stress yourself if that's what it takes to meet it. Wrinkles are bad for a model's complexion." Nero's calming comment made the frazzled pharaoh turn to her friend. Cleopatra's tired smile shined through as she stood wrapped in her own purple robe, marked with her initials. She took a quick sip of a piping cup of coffee in one hand as Nero strolled up. "I will always appreciate your help, but you should relax. We're well ahead of schedule. Just not your schedule."
"There's nothing disrespectful with preparing for the worst, Nero. Leniency is a buffer for the unexpected," Cleopatra commented as a robot hovered past while pulling a rack of dresses.
"Of course not! You're an artisan of planning and execution. After so many negotiations, you're well versed with timely affairs and presentation, but those aren't the only reasons why I allowed you to become my assistant producer, Cleo. You know this."
After a pause, Cleopatra cracked a sly smirk. "Because I wouldn't take no for an answer?"
Nero laughed merrily. "Umu~! But that's still not the only reason~!"
"Because after a life of working mostly alone, you wanted the help and company of trusted peers," Cleopatra simply recited, and Nero nodded. "And maybe our friendship had something to do with it too."
"Of course! And we share a similar vision for the event! And Carmilla and Semiramis should simply get to dress up and enjoy!" She did consider their two fellow fashionistas to help produce this, but it was a genuine insistence that the two take it easy since the four of them were supposed to be the main stars of the event anyway. They'd be joined by more models, both servant and human, but there was no doubt in any of their minds they'd be the real attention-grabbers.
And, of course, it'd help stoke the fires of the friendly rivalry between them.
"When will our two friends be joining us?" Cleopatra asked as they walked towards the changing stalls for inspection.
"After lunch. They have secret weapons to prepare, as do we," Nero answered curiously. "I know you want plenty of time to triple check your clothes and makeup too, so I insist, Cleo, rest easy. We prepared early with that in mind, and all will be set three hours ahead of time. No need for five."
"Always negotiate from a far stronger starting position then lower to your true expectations," Cleopatra reminded as part of her doctrine. The two shared a small smile, especially when Cleo giggled. "But I wouldn't mind those extra two hours for peace of mind."
"Then have it~! In the end, we're all supposed to have fun with this! To display our beautiful forms dressed in the finest tailored cloth for all to witness! For the muses to sing about until the following show where we outdo ourselves again!" Nero proclaimed with ample hand gestures, then smirked slyly. "Or at least until you don your wedding dress in a week. Umu… You will shine bright that day. It will radiate the glory of Rome and the prestige of Egypt!"
"...And it'll be ready hours early, I hope?"
"It's your big day, so I suppose I could plan that accordingly. Aren't I a generous Empress planner?" The two shared another friendly laugh as they peered into the first changing room. It was as simple and clean as expected, and so the next would likely be too; The robots were extremely efficient. "Oh! I heard the collection of Vogue magazines will be arriving this afternoon."
"We just ordered that yesterday." Cleopatra's eyes lit up like fireworks as they shared a mirthful gaze. "What of the Vanity Fair and Glamour collections?"
Quickly sidetracked onto related subjects, the two best friends fell into excited chatter as they went about their inspection. There were still many hours until the Casino's curtains flew open, but the two quickly fell relaxed again. Diligent and well-planned, time was on their side, so the twenty-four-hour 'crunch' was far less than it could've been… But should anything less be expected from a determined Roman Empress and a skilled Egyptian Pharaoh?
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With not even a single mishap or delay, the time had finally come. Already, through the royal red curtains of Medb's casino, Nero could hear the gathered audience. All of Chaldea was in attendance, including the invited advising Association guests and Vigil garrison. As it should be. All eyes needed to appreciate Chaldea's greatest show yet!
'If all goes well, it will even give Shakespeare a run for his money,' Nero beamed. Her robe was gone, replaced temporarily by her fancy announcer attire.
A pair of black leggings hugged her lower half. Bows, boot heels, and a little crown shined with her favorite shade of crimson. To tie the otherwise unusual getup together, the centerpiece was the ornate red uniform coat with a long frilly white train, white collars, and golden trim. No doubt, she knew she'd look memorable in this previously secret getup… but no longer.
Her heartbeat was already racing. A simple peak through the curtains at the gathering crowds fed the fire. Dim as the casino was, she could spy all the many faces she'd come to know over the many months. Their tastes would be high, but they weren't about to disappoint in the least. Yet still…
"Three minutes until showtime. You ready, Empress?" With her heart nearly off its leash, she grinned back to Semiramis as she approached. Though she was usually found in darker sets of clothes, today would be an exception. Her hair was tied up into a loose ponytail, and the warm emerald spring number that adorned her was likely to be very unexpected. Yet, with the cream sash tied at her waist, the silver jewelry, and a matching ivory sunhat, the ancient poisoner's etsuko dress ensemble was bound to impress.
'As expected of a fashion rival,' Nero noted as the two naturally gauged their competition's clothes. Still, they both smiled as the Empress nodded. "Eager, but I must ask you the same. Are you ready to lead the first procession?"
"Should a queen ever be unprepared?" she asked back slyly, then twirled her little jade parasol into view and onto her shoulder. "On your cue, Nero."
"Right!" Though she wondered about the many other servants and some staff, it was safe to guess Medea and Naomi were handling wardrobe shifts just fine. Cleopatra and Carmilla were hopefully soothing any nervousness by igniting a competitive spirit. Friendly as this was, it was still a time to jostle for social prestige and beauty renown. There was more to it than that, of course, but that's what it came down to for the artistic contestants.
The lights on the runway flared to life, drawing some claps from possibly already-drunk members of the audience. Semiramis only smirked. "Showtime."
As Nero took a deep breath to step out, she paused for a moment, then turned back to her friend. "Break a leg out there!"
"You too, and to speedy changes between sets."
With that, Nero signaled to an unseen member of Hundred Face's troupe high in the rafters. Spotlights flared on and circled the audience as a simple modern beat, the kind that Mozart loathed, began to play. A robotic voice soon boomed from the casino speakers. "Ladies and Gentleman, Chaldeans and guests. Please give it up for tonight's show host, Empress Nero!"
"Keeping introductions short, I see," Semiramis' voice echoed one last time through her mind. Nero only smiled back mentally. One final happy exhale and zero hesitation later, Nero stepped out of the curtains and into the awaiting spotlights. The applause was already growing, but not an ounce of stage fright marred her proud step. Eyes beaming and arms raised to accept their praise, she even took the few cat calls that sailed through the air; Those were bound to happen from a less formal runway event such as this one.
This was hardly Madrid or New York fashion week.
Marching down the runway, showing off her attire with simple twirls and sashaying hips, the Empress came to a halt at the end of the lighted strip. The rest of the room was nearly an abyss save for the neon pink lighted guidelines for the walkways. If not for the glow of the spotlights and runway, she wouldn't have been able to make out any faces save for the front row. It mattered little; She know they'd all be smiling at the pure artistry about to be exhibited.
Before long, she'd reached the end of the strip, where it turned into a small performance circle with plenty of room for a model and announcer.
Plucking a thrown microphone perfectly from the air, courtesy of an accurate Hassan, Nero twirled it in her hand before waving her free one over the audience. "Good evening, everyone, and welcome to the first annual Chaldean Winter Fashion Show! I'm proud to be your host for the evening, but also a model! Umu, for me not to model would be a waste of artistry, so I shall not rob your eyes of more beauty!"
"As long as her singing doesn't rob us of our hearing." Though a few chuckles rose from the back, Nero decided to be the better person and flatly ignored the employee's daring jab. No, this day was far too glorious to grace that woman with an ounce of attention. Especially not when it should all be on her and the other models!
"But I digress! A fashion show is more than just a grand display of beauty! It's also a celebration of textile artists and their trade, and Chaldea has been blessed with the greatest fashion designers we servants could have hoped to be served by! It is only right they get credit where it is due, so, even if it's usually done the other way, we fashionistas feel it's only right we welcome them out first! Naomi! Medea! Come on down with your staff and accept a rightful heaping of praise!"
The applause grew as the Stitch Witch owners appeared from the curtains with a small train of workers and staff robots. Though there was an assortment of simple suits and dresses, the two leading best friends could have been models themselves. To Nero's acute eye, there was no doubt that they may have been far too humble with their own modelling ability. 'At least they're walking the runway.'
Medea's royal azure, high-slit sequin V-neck hugged her form splendidly and was coupled with a white throw over and matching heels. There's no way her presentation was an accident. Naomi's own matching sequin dress was in jade instead, but their shining golden earrings and necklaces matched; Medea even had a little matching crocheted rose to match the one the late Olga made for Naomi.
Keen to spot the tiny details, Nero even noticed the necklace's emblems were little gilded balls of yarn with knitting needles in the middle. 'Likely a keepsake of their friendship.'
Of the accompanying staff, there was only one guest who wasn't truly part of the roster, but often helped. It was rather unusual to see Vlad's hair so slicked back and combed, though Nero would honestly have preferred if he left it normal. Still, beauty in all things, especially to dare to try something new. His regal Victorian suit was well tailored and fitting to match. Walking closely behind his two friends, but towering over them, he came to a stop and waved with the others.
Wasting no time, Nero quickly stepped over, and without asking, hugged Naomi. Though a bit startled at first, Naomi smiled and hugged back, and Nero swiftly turned the gesture on a somewhat reluctant Medea; She wasn't going to get a choice. These two deserved it for all the hard work… and countless likely headaches… that they'd gone through.
Nero raised the microphone back to her lips. "I know a simple hug and our applause will never be enough to show our thanks for what you do, but you do wonders ensuring we don't walk around like country bumpkins with the same clothes!"
"There's nothing wrong with Chacha's perfect dress!" the berserker in question yelled somewhere in the audience, earning a wave of laughter.
"I suppose not, but a wardrobe is another window into an owner's soul, where we catch a glimpse of the stories every person's muse has recorded!" Nero proclaimed as she twirled and stepped her way back to center stage. "By that, the Clothing Department are tailoring connoisseurs who offer us only the finest tastes! And today, we help them present new lineups and options that will become available to us as they expand their catalogue for every season! Once more, please make your gratitude known for the Stitch Witches! Honored maidens! Do you have anything you wish to say for the audience?"
Medea and Naomi quickly looked at each other, then, rather cutely, fumbled over whether either should do the talking, or any at all. Nero did just kind of spring it on them, but a speech or a few words from the specially thanked was always… well, expected? Neither Medea or Naomi really liked public speeches or anything of that sort though…
Amusingly, after a tiny smirk to the two of them, Vlad stepped around Medea to offer his hand. Nero quickly stepped over to offer the microphone, which he quickly took for his bewildered friends. "Dear audience, you'll have to pardon my two hard working friends. They're not much for public words, but I can gladly speak of what they likely feel in their hearts. The very fact you wear their clothes everyday, thank them at every corner, and smile as you receive compliments on their work is more than a fair show of gratitude, but generous pay and tips will never be turned away either."
A few more chuckles erupted from pockets in the audience as Naomi and Medea smiled to their friend. "The Stitch Witches are proud to offer you only their best, and in turn, all they ask is you continue to display their work, day by day… And, as always, to keep your requests within reason. They can only work so much magic, but the magic does happen with every thread and weave."
Medea and Naomi gave Vlad appreciative but teasing stares at his rather corny choice of words at the end, but at least they weren't caught fumbling with their own words. Once more with the microphone, Nero ushered another round of applause as the department retreated back down the runway… It was time for the main event! "Fellow Chaldeans and esteemed guests! Let us delay no longer! Umu! Onwards with our celebration of artistry and beauty!"
Before Naomi and Medea disappeared behind the curtain a dozen meters away, the bass kicked in again. The electronic beat rose to an ear-thumping roar, but nothing that purposefully tried to rival Nero's voice; So far, everything as planned! Taking a few steps to the very edge of the catwalk, Nero took a moment to enjoy the bright flashes of George and Mashu's DSLRs. With a proud smirk, she then lifted her hand, and Medea's spell activated on the curtain top further away to reveal elegantly written words in illusionary bright neon.
- Spring Casualwear -
"I present to you, our first category for the evening! We're already approaching the heart of winter, and everyone's wardrobes are filled with warm coats, stockings, and scarfs. But what's warmer than that, if not the happy thoughts of blooming flowers and a returning, warm sun? Though our seasons may never visually change, it's always preferable to dress for the occasion! So, without further ado, let our many volunteer models show you what the Stitch Witches and collaborating minds have designed for the future! But first, let's set the mood with a special performance!"
The announcement roused a few whispers, but Nero was already on the clock. As much as she'd like to egg on the excitement, she had wardrobe to change into and only so much time to do so. "Umu! Since I'm participating too, and making you wait in silence is uncouth, premier entertainment has been prepared between sets and help welcome in the category! So without further ado, please welcome our first guest performing duet, who will open our spring selection with a song heralding the season! The singing saint, Jeanne d'Arc and her guitar partner Sir Tristan of the Round!"
As much as she would have loved to see them appear from spirit form, the seconds were ticking by. True, Nero could swiftly change out of her clothes and into her new wardrobe with relative ease, but any risk of tearing apart such beautiful art was unacceptable! She'd knowingly given the Clothing Department grief on several occasions due to her high-end demands, so the least she could do was show her appreciation by not commissioning them to repeat work. Certainly not!
So the second Tristan and Jeanne appeared from spirit form to a growing applause, Nero was already invisible and dashing her way to the changing rooms. Her friends and the other models would surely make a strong showing; She wasn't about to be left in the dust! Her show or not, an artist needed to be praised and known!
And maybe, just maybe, she hurried away so she wouldn't feel the pang of envy over the reception of Jeanne's beautiful singing.
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If there was any perk to being the announcer, they were loud. Nero got to showcase her dress first. She also got to stay on stage and be appreciated longer. No doubt, hosting the event was a great way to rake in the adoration she loved so much, but that didn't mean she'd slack on her job! For her fashion friends and the standard, she'd perform perfectly!
~~Here comes the sun (doo doo doo)~~
~~Here comes the sun~~
~~It's all right~~
~~It's all right~~
Nero appeared clapping genuinely with the audience as the singing duet finished their cover with gentle bows, letting the thumping Eurobeat to fade back in. Jeanne's crystal blue sequin dress was matched by Tristan's coat as they glistened under the spotlights. After a smile her way, they made their way back off the stage to take their seats as Nero rightfully took center stage.
"What another lovely performance from our two singers, and a great way to begin the section! You can look forward to their cover of 'Here comes the Sun' in Jeanne's upcoming contemporary album, to be sold at the Comic Shop January of next year!" After their fair plug, Nero quickly showcased her new, simple attire for George's flaring camera. Shaking things up, her red qipao and gold trim was a more elaborate take on one of the Stitch Witches' newest lines. Combined with a thin gold fur scarf, opera gloves, and shimmering heels, she knew she presented the perfect blend for the transitional season.
"From updated designs like this qipao, combined with new offerings, you too can make a new look to dazzle your friends and family! Umu~! Combinations are the spice of fashion, completed only with confidence in how you look!" After milking a few more poses for adoring calls and claps, she stepped over dutifully to her place as announcer. "As fun as it'd be modelling alone for all of you, it wouldn't be a fair representation of different styles! So what better way to start the real procession than for one of us four Royal Fashionistas to lead the way?"
Semiramis needed no verbal cue. Precisely on point, Nero's hand flashed back to the curtain as it burst open with a flurry of pigeons carrying faux roses. The crowd cheered at the bombastic entrance as the assassin stepped through the opened gap without pause. Her heels clacked like thunder and held up the full weight of her pride. Every ounce of her form dared hesitation and doubt to try and mar her confidence.
It couldn't. Nero couldn't help but smile at the sheer poise of her friend, but she had a grand job to perform too. Though the clothes chosen by the models remained a secret even to her, Nero studied the whole catalogue. Adept at impromptu speeches, she tailored her words as easily as the Stitch Witches weaved their clothing.
"Leading the way is the great Babylonian Queen Semiramis, sporting a practical yet stunning spring number that exemplifies high-class beauty! Aspiring fashion maidens! Step your wardrobe game up a notch with this lovely style!"
As expected of another Royal Fashionista, Semiramis' walk down the catwalk demanded utmost respect while declaring her prestige loud and proud. Nobility incarnate. Grace defined. The standard of beauty raised. This was what her three friends and rivals represented without any doubt.
The two friends shared a friendly, challenging glance as the queen finished her approach, only to begin striking a few modelling poses for George's camera and the audience. With every swift movement and reposition, she commanded their view and demanded their undivided appreciation. If there was any little stutter in her otherwise flawless performance, it was when she caught the stare of a playfully amused Amakusa sitting in the second row; Nero doubted anyone else saw the appreciative flinch.
A few moments later, the queen was already marching her way backstage to begin her speedy change into the next category's outfit.
Nero couldn't be happier her friend set the bar for the show so perfectly. "Thank you, Semiramis, for a real show of modeling sophistication! It'll be hard to follow up that number, but-"
"That will be really easy for this devilish kouhai~!" True, BB was supposed to come next, and was only participating for a few sets while somehow simultaneously recording this event… But there was a reason Semiramis was setting the performance bar. It was so that the other models knew what to do, even though they'd gone over the instructions several times over. But, BB was BB… and expecting her to listen was ultimately futile…
So Nero wasn't too surprised when she decided to appear from spirit form at catwalk's stage rather than strut down the runway. Surprised still? Yes. Because Nero could've sworn BB would've loved to get all the attention of sashaying down the runway wearing this… this…
…Travesty of an outfit… Confused murmurs raced through the audience as the moon cancer struck a winking pose and peace sign in what was best described as the skimpiest rave attire one could come up with on the spot. Black leggings, abnormally long neon ribbons, stocking, a rivetted bikini top… No, Nero couldn't keep looking. She wondered what willpower it took Medea and Naomi to make that combination for BB, but… an artist had a job to do.
Withholding an annoyed glance to BB, Nero introduced the now rapidly posing AI. "Next is Chaldea's resident super AI, sporting a unique combination of daring offerings from the Stitch Witches. While this may not be a choice for most, if you're into the growing Chaldea night life offered at Sin Ravine and Club Cove, this is a number that's sure to turn some heads!"
'In the opposite direction out of disgust… What an affront to beauty and fashion,' Nero thought to herself. But a contestant was a contestant, and to not do her job objectively and without bias would only shame her as an announcer. She wouldn't let that happen, seducing moon cancer or not.
"Feel free to make a combination like this, but don't think you can wear it better than me~!" BB winked and began her pronounced sashaying back down the runway. Despite her own personal feelings about that attire, the number of catcalls could not be denied. Nero wished the audience could be more professional, but she supposed they were a rather close and open community.
She just wondered how loud things would get when the swimsuit category came.
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The casual-wear section was quickly coming to a close with no further abnormalities. BB had been the sole exception, and it looked like it was going to be smooth sailing from then on. At least… Nero prayed there wouldn't be such strange, but fortunate, mishaps that plagued Shakespeare's production. No, not for this. Not for the displays of beauty in its many forms.
After her introduction and posing, Cleopatra walked back down the runway to mark the end of casualwear. Her modern Egyptian inspired dress with tall slits, regal white frills, and transparent shoulders impressed quite a few in the audience. Despite the number of ladies backstage, there was still a sizable count of interested parties, even if it was mostly a male-dominated audience.
But even they can learn to appreciate worn beauty to but a fraction that the fashionistas do.
"That marks the end of Spring Casualwear! A show of beauty in the mundane, and a personification of the blooming flowers the season brings! Spring is a great time of celebration, but some parties demand higher formalities than most! The desire for beauty at its peak! At its most regal! The animalistic desire of courtship, tempered in the fires of human ambition to become a greater howl! A need to impress anyone and everyone who laid eyes upon us, and a desire to emphasize our prime!"
The words above the curtains flashed in a shower of simulated fireworks, then shimmered like gold to form the new title.
- The Ballroom Blitz -
"Formal-wear! An expanded selection of clothes to help you look at your absolute best! We've got a lot of modelled designs, but like before, there will be a quick musical break so I can get changed into my own fashionable number! So let's not waste any time! To set the mood in an elegant way, please welcome our Opera legend Erik, who will be performing his own cover of the famed Italian piece, 'O sole Mio'!"
Again, Nero left swiftly to get changed and quickly drown out the loud clapping of an anticipating audience, eager to listen to Phantom's song. Though part of her did want to listen to a beautiful rendition from a future Roman composer… fashion came first! So hopefully Erik would be loud enough.
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Nero appeared just after Erik finished his delighted bows and made his way off the runway to his seat. The applause was loud, and Nero squashed her envious grumblings as the clapping continued. Smiling proudly, and more so when Romulus cheered loudly, she stood with her new attire and microphone in hand. "A wonderful performance by the beloved Phantom of the Opera! If you love his elegant singing, you'll be delighted to hear his first album will be releasing in February, featuring some of our other musicians to compliment his regal timber!"
After stepping to the edge of the stage after another honest plug, Nero struck a pose so George could snap a shot of her absolutely loved dress. It was a fancier version of a red pin-striped gown she owned on the moon cell, though the frills and accents of the off-shoulder dress amplified its elegance. The flower and bow in her hair were extra perky, and the crimson opera gloves silkier than she recalled. It was truly an upgraded gift from Chaldea's clothing artisans.
"Many may be content with the basics, but to be fashionable is to dare to fail! But succeed instead!" Nero proclaimed as she twirled perfectly in her dress before stopping in a noble, beautiful pose. "You can find elegant dresses like this in the Stitch Witches' expanded catalogue should you choose to break out of your comfort zone! To appear royal and elegant like me, a remarkable dress like this comes in many flavors of your choosing, but it is just one of the many! But don't worry, gentlemen. Like the casualwear, we have some modelling for you too!"
After a few more moments of modelling her number and appreciating the stellar reception, she marched to her place on the stage. "Starting off this section, we have another one of the Royal Fashionistas, who is always ready to dazzle at the negotiating table!"
A golden light poured from the curtain, heralding an equally shining phantasmal snake that helped forge a hole. Beneath it, Cleopatra sauntered through with one hand on her hip and a confident smile sharp enough to assassinate; Caesar was already likely fanning himself. Step by step, challenging the same elegant, powerful prowess Semiramis put forth, the last pharaoh claimed the runway as her own.
"Do you want to look sexy and smart? Why not try pairing a set of glasses with this jaw-dropping number? The plunging neckline will truly set you apart if you're confident enough to show the beauty of your body! All while remaining classy and stylish!"
Aptly described, Cleopatra's hand-picked white-rimmed glasses exemplified style and intelligence; Nero could have sworn she heard Sigurd yelling something about… crystallized wisdom? Her royal blue dress, like the beauty of the Nile, came with more than just a plunging neckline. Upon striking a pose at the end of the runway, it was quickly revealed only a few lacy strands tried to cover her otherwise exposed back. Not quite conservative, but definitely not inappropriate among other ballroom attire.
Nero beamed. "As proper with all evening attire, the best accessories are a look of sophistication and nobility! Jewelry may shine bright, but an alluring smile and a strong posture are like wearing stars! New dress or not, always ensure you wear your pride too!"
After the usual displays and poses, Cleopatra walked off and shared the same challenging, friendly smile to her fellow fashionista. She was already making her way down the runway when Nero began introducing the next model. "Shining with confidence and beauty! Truly a prominent figure of Egypt! But can our next model follow in the footsteps of such majesty to show off her own sported elegance?"
That was answered very quickly as the number of whistles and catcalls practically exploded. Nero and Cleopatra, like many others, were mostly unaware of what the other models had chosen and, sometimes, helped to design. It was partially a friendly contest without voting, after all. So it was only natural both Nero and Cleopatra glanced quickly to the upcoming model as her heels clicked with a ferocious war cry to storm the runway.
It was well known throughout Chaldea that the Royal Fashionistas held themselves as the epitome of wearing fashion and exemplifying beauty itself. Always gossiping, trying to one up each other, looking their best, yet remaining loyal friends, they were one of the snootier groups, Nero would gladly admit. Prideful? Absolutely. They had little doubt they were eyecatchers and held full confidence in how tall they stood above all.
…Then there was Medusa, the beauty who didn't even need to try to make something look absolutely attractive.
Or look absolutely attractive herself.
Her white chinos and purple frilly crop top from the previous category had been misleading. She pulled off a sultry look in them, sure, but this frilly black grown, clearly inspired in part by Victoria era fashion, almost glowed as she wore it. It was strange, really… Exposing only her ample bosom with its frilly opening, it was far more conservative than most clothes Medusa wore, yet the response…
Perhaps it was all that covering and her perfect hourglass figure that made her approach feel so sexy yet high-class. The elegant headpiece that attracted Nero and the passing Cleopatra's stare was a magnet, to the point it drew most eyes away from her mostly exposed chest to her face. The makeup was light and perfect, yet her eyes shined and glistened like alluring pearls in a crystal sea. They almost didn't even look rectangular. 'Is she wearing new special contacts…?'
Then she smiled simply. It lacked that sultry, teasing allure she sometimes toyed with. It wasn't a condescending smirk of battle either. It was… pure. Genuine satisfaction. The kind of look a person wore when they were confident and happy they held all they could wish for in life. It was… honestly stunning, and Nero could hardly tear her eyes away from such a rare sight on the rider's face.
No doubt… In this case, the model and dress combined beautifully into a loud crescendo worthy of the highest podiums.
The cheers grew loud, and Nero nearby fumbled continuing her showcasing speech. As she did, her thoughts unknowingly united with Cleopatra's. Carmilla's and Semiramis' too. Concern and… excitement. Before it was just their friend group they had to worry about competing with, but clearly, they'd underestimated one model in the ranks.
Medusa may have been a monster long ago, but today she was proving to be ferocious in a different light.
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The formal-wear flew by rather quick, but there were many memorable sights recorded by George's flashes and BB's remote-controlled cameras. Ozymandias' gold and ivory tuxedo drew some of the loudest cheers from the women. Cu's cerulean tuxedo drew the loudest hollars from his friends Medb and Gabrielle. Altera looked absolutely cute in her own hun-heritage white silk set with a long train, almost akin to a wedding dress.
The biggest surprised remained Mephistopheles, who was the very last. He only participated in this category, but he was nearly unrecognizable. Even sporting the Stitch Witches' new 'Royal Gambler' Tuxedo with a flowing, curvy tail, one's eyes struggled to tear themselves away from his face. He was nearly unrecognizable with his fresh cut, gentlemanly hair and lady-killer stare. Dare Nero admit, he was actually a dashing devil, as a quick description. Too bad his complexion was still a bit too pale, and hair colored strangely, to make most outfits work.
As he walked off proud, silent, and confident like a well-mannered butler, Nero raised her microphone again. "That was quite the surprise, huh, ladies and gentlemen? And with that, formal attire is over, so let's continue on to the final category, and one I'm sure all of us can enjoy all throughout the year in our cozy little home!"
The cheering began even before the words finished manifesting after a sparkle of sun-like sprinkles.
- Summer Bliss –
"I know you're all excited for this final category! With the endless blessing of Fantasia Resort, we get to enjoy summer all year long in Chaldea! A perfect resort for relaxation after a long day, or days, of protecting human history! So for one last time, we have another musical number to help welcome in the final category while I change too!"
She took a brief moment to pause before continuing. Never did she think she'd have to swallow some of her pride to do this… but it was her job. It was only right for a now well-loved performer in their shared halls. "Please put your hands together for the last guest performer you all know as the blooming pop idol of Chaldea! The lancer with a heart of gold she wants to share with all her loved fans! The one, the only, Elizabeth Bathory!"
If Nero was amazed of anything at all, it was introducing her singing rival with praises without cringing with disappointed envy. Her voice should be appreciated as art among alongside that little dragon whelp and the other famed singers of Chaldea. Instead… like her Romans… no one seemed to appreciate her singing. Many suggested the reasons, but even so, jealous and indignant, there were some things her pride wasn't willing to accept.
…But this rivalry could be pursued another time…
Without even waiting to see Elizabeth manifest from spirit form, Nero disappeared in a shimmer of prana. There was a changing room with her name on it, and a sexy wardrobe to distract her from the singing rival's performance. For, even if it pained her, the saber had to admit Elizabeth genuinely did make for a great pop idol after Robin found a way.
The thought was forcefully squashed and swallowed as she sought out her changing room. 'Three minutes until the final round…'
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Nero reappeared as the applause for Elizabeth's pop cover of "Walking on Sunshine" began. The stage lights flickered with the last of the choreographed colors as the spotlight focused on the trio at the runway's edge. To her credit, Elizabeth didn't turn to give Nero a taunting smirk or anything. She only enjoyed the loud cheers and applause she received with her two mechanical counterparts.
Unlike them, who still looked like her battle-clad form, the pop idol sported her favorite pink pin-striped getup complete with top hat and frilly accents. Until Chaldea, Nero had only really seen Elizabeth wear annoyed stares on her once futile quest to become a singing sensation. Now…? Now she was, and the genuine smile of happiness and always-present near-tears of joy remained staples of her new visage. As much as they rarely ever got along, on some level she'd rather die than admit…
…Nero was happy to witness such a beautiful success story. She raised her own microphone to her lips as cheers were replaced by whistles and cat calls. "Thank you, Elizabeth! You'll be able to listen to that new foot-tapping number on her new album, also releasing in January! Look forward to it, just like you can look forward to the parade of swimwear and summer attire to come!"
As the whistling continued, Nero stepped to the edge to display her own fashionable bathing suit. Glimpses of disappointment were destroyed outright by the praise now showered onto her exposed form. Her frilly white beach dress was translucent to showcase her specially made red-and-white side-tie bikini underneath. White ribbons were tied to her hair, but her long locks were free to cascade behind her back like a flag glistening under the bright spotlights.
Pose after pose she struck, her haughty smirk never left; She knew she was beautiful, and the world should too.
With every flash of the camera, Nero's heart fell satisfied. So what if she was greedy and vain? So what if she was haughty, prideful, and conceited? She knew who she was and what she wanted. She pursued her desires and sought the best for others at the same time. Why should she be judged for truly living a life rather than moping about complaining about shortcomings and failures?
Of course she could feel bad about those, but there was far more to be gained with resilience and persistence!
So, for even the smallest of moments in these grand days, she'd truly suck in all the attention and praise without a care. Such was the human spirit to be wanted, loved, and appreciated. Such was it to be avaricious, as it was to be generous and thoughtful. Life was give and take, but Nero was more than happy to help give back, whether as a servant of Chaldea or a mere fashion announcer.
"Bikinis have long been a staple of Chaldea, but now the accessory line of beach wear has grown! Ladies, there are more ways to accentuate your form while looking conservative! Or maybe you want to be more daring with swimsuit radical designs? Don't worry, men, there's plenty of new looks for you too! So how about we start browsing that glorious catalogue for other options? Let the Royal Fashionistas point the way!"
On cue, as Nero stepped to her place on the runway, two dogs barked in the distance. As the last winner of Helena's pet lottery, Carmilla's choice had been simple. Except Helena made a small mistake and accidentally created two instead of one while she was multitasking; It was funny how embarrassed Helena was over a convenient mistake. Especially for Carmilla, who now had two beautiful, loyal Dobermans at her beck and call.
They stepped through the curtains first, wearing adorable sunhats and sunglasses while grasping the curtain gently in their maws. The parted curtain revealed the white-haired assassin hiding behind a set of stylish sunglasses and a prominent, hot-pink sunhat. A matching, split front beach gown covered most of her hourglass figure, and a black lacy shroud covered her upper arms and swept down her back. The cheers and whistles were strong, but not as loud as they could've been.
Still, Carmilla smiled and sashayed slowly down the aisle as Nero quickly built her description. "Not feeling too adventurous? How about a simple beach gown with the newly offered sunhats? Keep that sun off your beautiful skin if it irritates you so much, but walk around the beach with style and comfort!"
Stepping to the end of the runway, George began snapping pictures, and Carmilla's confident smile remained as she showed different angles. All seemed usual, until Carmilla let out a sultry giggle. That's when she took off her hat, then unclipped her dress. She grasped both, pulled them gently from her form, and casually tossed them to Hijikata towards the back as the crowd's reaction ignited.
Nero beamed in surprise, but quickly followed up for her friend. "Or maybe you're just waiting to surprise beachgoers with something eye-catching!? Why not try hiding a sexy bikini underneath for that spotlight sun? Couple it with the shroud to add an air of classy allure! Let others wonder if you're there to swim or for a magazine cover!"
After several more poses and proud smiles for her now-loud reception, Carmilla began strolling away. She shared an appreciative glance to Nero, but offered teasing words. "Checkmate, Empress?"
"Maybe so, Carmilla. Beautiful execution," Nero admitted back mentally, and they shared a friendly laugh. No matter how serious their competition got, Nero was confident the fashionistas would remain close. They saw their hobby to alike with slightly different tastes to start bickering like drama queens. No, they'd stick together, but always try to take one step above the other in the most subtle, regal ways. Such was the truly difficult competition, which meant a better reward.
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They'd gone through almost all of the summer additions, leaving only three remaining. Cu was currently at the end of the runway, earning his fair share of whistles and applause in his Celtic-inspired swimwear. It was an experimental kind of flexible designer swimsuit; Not quite a speedo, but not exactly jammers either. It certainly got some of the ladies excited with how it managed to compliment his well-toned form. His artful poses only added to that.
After a loud wolf whistle from one of the newer male employees, Cu struck one finishing pose and smirked his way back to the curtains. Nero giggled, "Sorry to say, that blinding confidence doesn't come with the swimsuit, but you're sure to be brimming with it if you consider that attire!"
She glanced back as the next model exited the curtain. There was a bit of uncertainty in her first steps, but soon enough, the blonde was strolling down the runway. Nero smiled and presented a sweeping hand, "The ladies of Chaldea know monokinis have been long sought-after treasures, but now they're available in more styles than ever! Take this heavenly look that will help flatter your curves and showcase your divinely sculpted beauty!"
At the words, Thrud almost noticeably flinched, but she kept her approach elegant and proper. The Valkyries were rarely seen alone, much less different clothes, so Thrud's last minute acceptance of their modelling invitation was a delightful surprise. Thankfully, Nero had the foresight to have a casual, summer, and formal wardrobe ready for her to showcase… or more specifically, the Stitch Witches made sure of it.
Whether Thrud expected the rather daring monokini or not was another story. Almost harp-like, thin spaghetti straps stretched halter-style from the ribbon collar on her neck. They held up the pristine wrap-around silk that looked like a traditional one piece at her back. In front, more straps held the bottom in place, completing a more eye-catching bikini style. Because of the thin straps, this was definitely geared to impressing others rather than practical swimwear.
Upon reaching the end of the runway, Thrud modelled the piece well, though a touch stiff. Nero was about to send a message to relax her a bit, but she suddenly flinched. The Empress noticed a feint blush sneak onto her cheek, only to vanish as she subtly averted her gaze from a section of the audience. Her final modelling poses went off without a hitch, though a touch stiffer and more… self-conscious?
As she was marching off, Nero glanced to the dark audience out of curiosity. All she saw was Arthur sharing a slightly exasperated look with Brynhildr and Sigurd; The couple returned a look of apologetic understanding? Nero was lost, but her quick transition certainly wasn't. "Thank you, Thrud! It was a pleasure having of Odin's best showcase the true beauty of ornate attire! Which brings us to our last, but certainly not least, model!"
Again, Medusa stepped out to a roar of growing cheers. And again, she met it with matching confident strides, a little sultry smirk to match her outfit, and a perfect sway of almost entirely exposed hips. Her black crocheted monokini was even more risqué than Thrud's, but that was more than fitting for her figure. The thin strands spun themselves from the bikini top to the bottom in a thin arch down her stomach, making it look more akin to lingerie than a swimsuit. Some could have easily called it inappropriate.
Never would Nero call this exhibition inappropriate. This… This was a true display of confident beauty and fashionable attire, worthy of the Royal Fashionistas. Of chosen attitude complimenting form and wardrobe. 'Perhaps we should have a talk with Medusa after this…'
If not to gauge a potential hidden interest in fashion, then to stifle the growing sense of envy at the reactions she farmed like fresh wheat.
Nero quickly collected herself before she hesitated further. "Looking for a unique style? Are you that confident in how people see you, but you also want to feel comfortable? Then why not try the experimental crocheted line of monookinis? The numbers may run high, but you'll be sure to drop some jaws and make a memorable impression!"
As the rider reached the end and began posing like a calendar shoot, there was no doubt in Nero's mind Medusa made one hell of a surprise impression tonight.
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The closing bonus section, an open display of various wardrobes, sailed by almost too quickly. That was to be expected from a wide assortment of other items that didn't exactly fit with the other categories. In fact, most were jewelry or simple accessories coupled with upgraded version of old-time favorites. The classic Chaldean A-frame and halter lines were just two that saw a needed upgrade from their former wartime simplicity.
With almost no setbacks or surprise chaos, a rarity for Chaldea, the fashion show came to an end; The Casino afterparty was much needed.
"This beat is fire!" "Cu you got me soooo hot~!" "Drinks over here!" "Ohhh~! Piggies in a blanket~!"
"Thrud's swimsuit was hot. I could barely contain myself!" "Get. Out. That was stretched tight." "So were her strings." "Oh for fuck… God, dude!"
Redressed in more comfortable attires, the models mingled as appetizers were served. Thumping modern beats continued to echo from the speakers as the casino's lights faded and danced to the tunes. In the afterglow, Nero was content to remain with her closest fashion friends at a small standing table.
"Well, it wasn't quite Paris or Milan, but we didn't have a whole week," Cleopatra mused as a robot served her a glistening blue cocktail. After a thankful smile, she turned back to her three friends and raised her glass. "But a success without a doubt! A beautiful standard has been set for the next one!"
"Cheers to the Royal Fashionistas!" Nero exclaimed as the four smirking fashionistas clinked their wine glasses in toast. A sip certainly followed, and Nero allowed the refreshing tingle to wash down her throat. Nothing beat the finest wine after a great event… Except perhaps Gilgamesh's rather flat congratulations on a somewhat entertaining venture. But any 'compliment' at all from the King of Heroes was a victory.
Redressed in the announcer getup she first took to the stage, Nero felt blissful. It was the same glow as standing in her newly completed theater, or before the crowds at the colosseum at a festival's closing. Her throat was far from as parched or dry as it usually was after so many speeches. That didn't stop her thirst for the luxurious liquid of royalty.
But to drink from her company of friends was just as much of a treat, even rivalling her time amongst her fellow Roman leaders. Carmilla, donning an ivory wrap dress, smiled her way before glancing into the crowds. Cleopatra, ever stunning in a royal blue strapless with white fur collar, chatted blissfully with Semiramis. The ancient queen rivalled them all in her navy, off-shoulder sequin. Victory emanated from all of them… but also a touch of disappointment.
"She was surprising tonight…" Carmilla mused, and Nero followed her gaze through the bustling crowds and serving robots. Barely a dozen meters away, Medusa had donned a simple black blouse and dark jeans. She was surrounded by compliments and admirers, who were kept at arm's length thanks mostly by her overenthusiastic goddess friend. Quetzalcoatl still hadn't released Medusa from a hug, nor the giggling Parvati… nor her complaining twin sisters who were caught as final collateral. Asterois laughed above them barely a step away.
"I remain surprised. Usually she doesn't go out of her way to be the center of attention, but she commanded it as well as any of us," Nero noted, and quickly gained Semiramis and Cleopatra's attention. "Umu… I'll be the first to admit I'm envious of how much attention she garnered."
"If you're willing to admit it then…" Semiramis began, but the four girls looked to each other, nodded slowly, and sighed. "She may have upstaged all of us tonight."
There was a pause at that unfortunate thought, but Carmilla was quick to turn the tables. "I want to chalk it up to her edge. Each of us are taken. Out of reach. She's single, and the way she entertained all those cat calls and whistles proved she knew it. She's beautiful, and she knew how to work the personality of her outfits well."
"I'm not about to let go of Julius for a few extra cheers," Cleopatra quickly retorted, but the four women quickly smiled in growing ease. "Then we'll chalk it up to that, yes. That's definitely the reason. Beauty. Cunning. Single. But quite the surprising eye for fashion. Should we ask her to join us?"
"I… wouldn't be opposed. But would she be interested? I doubted she held any other hobbies besides reading and racing," Semiramis pointed out. "Nero. You've been here the longest. Was there ever any inkling?"
She's known Medusa from several timelines, so her answer was clear. "I'm not sure. She's reserved and quiet. Often a beautiful wallflower, wishing to be left alone until someone sets their eyes on her. Then she grew this… predatory…? Yes. A predatory air about her at times. In battle too, like a cat toying with a mouse. But I never saw her as intentionally showing off outside of battle."
"Mmm, I see," Semiramis noted, but then turned to gaze at the famed servant with a curious smile. "Perhaps we should keep an eye on her. She's no royal, but a goddess of fashion may be fine too."
Nero doubted it, but it never hurt to entertain a simple idea. That's how her renewed obsession with fashion ignited in Chaldea, after all. If not for her pride and artistic love, then as a chance to try pursue something new. Something different than being a new ruler, a beloved wife, or a graceful warrior when she needed to be. No doubt, she always saw herself as an artist, but she never got to truly become one.
Chaldea just made it possible, and she couldn't have been more content with the beautiful days the muses would write for them.