Lisa Bortiforte
She/Her
31
August 30
Camphrier Town, Kalos
Bi/Heteroromantic
Bioterrorist
Underboss
Bury me in the roses and rot; I'll come back thorned.
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Elisabeth Fiorelli
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POSTED ON Jul 28, 2022 18:23:00 GMT
[attr=class,elisafont] [googlefont=Meddon] La Vie en Rose [break][break] [break] It was at this point that an impish idea took hold of Elisabeth. "One moment," she sang out, finger lifted, as she ran to the back of her flower shop. Her Roselia peered out from the greenhouse, curious as the florist gathered a series of flowers and assorted leaves into her arms. Splaying them out on the table, the blonde rushed off upstairs and returned with a green pillow, her expression positively devious as she began to prop the pillow up with the long stalks like a scarecrow, while petals and flower heads filled the interior; two long rose stems, one black and one purple, stuck out like arms on either side. On top of the makeshift mannequin, Elisabeth placed a green apple she grabbed from her kitchen counter, on top of which she sat a delicate rose. It looked, suspiciously, very much like the Roselia who had begun spying on Elisabeth's little mission. And Primrose looked none too pleased at where her mistress seemed to be going with this. "There we are," Elisabeth hummed, picking up the flowery dummy. "A perfect target. To the gardens, then."In the fervor of her own smug self-satisfaction, she immediately found a perfect place in the back to prop this faux-Roselia against: a trellis of crawling rose vines. "Take the bow and arrow in your hands," she instructed Alexei Ivanov, "and let me see your stance."[break] [break] [break] ✿[newclass=".elisafont b"]color: #7bb661;[/newclass]
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