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Kleopatra Schreiber – Lookbook: February 2024-May 2024
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Kleopatra Schreiber – Lookbook: November 2023-February 2024
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Kleo wrinkled her nose a little at the mention of Work It. She didn't know much about that song, but what she did know was that it was a bit vulgar and, if you hadn't noticed, Kleo was a bit of a prude.
But, if that was what her directors wanted.
"No, I don't think I have any more questions. Thank you so much," she said with a prim smile.
@exsqueak-me, @oh-phineas
Born Under A Rhyming Planet | Open
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Kleopatra Schreiber – Lookbook: September 2023-October 2023
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Kleopatra Schreiber -- Miscellaneous Outfits: December 2023-May 2024
Christmas Tree Lighting (12/23)
Jeremy's Birthday Party (12/23)
Pip's Nursing Home Party (12/23)
Winter Ball (12/23)
New Year's Eve (01/24)
Blight Twins' Birthday (01/24)
Equinox Party (03/24)
Pip's Birthday Party (05/24)
Clawnthorne Tournament Opening (05/24)
#wardrobe#lookbook#inspiration#this is the first fahsion thing#i've put together for kleo#and she SLAYS omg#i love her style
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A lovely atmosphere…to be surrounded by books in a silent room.
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"I think I am most familiar with Cardi B, but any of those sound fine to me," Kleo said with an elegant little shrug of her shoulders.
Truly, she didn't mind as long as it was a Black artist. A female rapper sounded excellent to her. Whoever fit the intentions best.
@exsqueak-me, @oh-phineas
Born Under A Rhyming Planet | Open
#swynphineas#swynpip#pleo#phleo#kleo + phinnip#that's what i've decided they ar#born under a rhyming planet
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"Oh, is that what was going on?"
Kleo came from a place where one simply wouldn't hide something like that. She didn't subscribe to the Titan religion, but from what she knew, weren't those things good things? Though, she supposed that was neither here nor there.
What was more interesting was Edric's reaction. She hadn't really thought much about Willow upstaging them except for the fact she had dressed up so much, when almost everyone else was wearing regular clothes. (Except Edric and Kleo, of course, but they were hosting.)
But Edric clearly was annoyed about it. He said as much, but she could see it on his face too.
"Hmph. Well, I think everyone was too busy having fun so...that is what they'll be talking about anyway." Kleo shrugged her shoulders and took a lick of her ice cream. "Our party is gonna be the talk of the uni this weekend."
@blight-illusions
Colourful Ice Cream {Kleo & Ed}
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"Well, if that's the case, I definitely don't want Taylor Swift."
There were a lot of things that Kleo was happy to sit quietly about. She didn't have a lot of opinions that she thought were better than anyone else's. This was Pip and Phineas' show, but there were some things that she couldn't abide by.
"I would like a Black artist. Like Beyonce. Or Eartha Kitt. Or Diana Ross. Please."
"Also, yes. I can rap."
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Born Under A Rhyming Planet | Open
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Kleopatra raised an eyebrow at Phineas.
"I do not know," she told him bluntly. She knew who Taylor Swift was, and she'd heard plenty of it because of Pip's musical now, but she still had no idea what he was talking about.
"However, I'm not sure if saying something about having a bad reputation would make it less obvious. Are you looking for everyone to have a single artist they are pulling from or are you choosing songs that fit the scene regardless of artist?"
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Born Under A Rhyming Planet | Open
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Kleo let a little breath go when Pepa agreed.
It was not an enthusiastic agreement but it was an agreement just the same. And it was a great relief to hear it, because Kleo did not have a back up plan. She probably should, but--she wasn't here in Swynlake to study her magic. She was here to study archaeology. Ancient magical objects. Not her own magic.
But as Pepa's rain misted against her skin, raising gooseflesh, she did miss her magic. She was looking forward to using it in the upcoming tournament. She missed being around it so much. Even Casita, whose floor tiles click-clacked gentle and musical around them, like it was breathing, was a nice change of pace, reminding her of home.
So, she smiled. Shy, but bright.
"Water it is," Kleo promised, not seeing any need to argue with that. "Thank you, Senora Madrigal. I promise, I will be an excellent student. No trouble at all." She paused, glancing around uncertainly, but then looking back at Pepa.
"When would you--or would you like some time? You have my number, I think, from...Pip's Musical."
@letitrain-letitsnow-letitgo
Break the Ice () [Rainstorm]
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"Ha, that sounds like you," she accused, pointing her spoon at him.
After a moment, she shook her head and dropped her spoon back into the ice cream, taking another bite. She mulled over the party as she did so, flipping back through everything in her mind.
"Do you know what was up with that Willow girl? It looked like she just came from somewhere important but I didn't really talk to her."
@blight-illusions
Colourful Ice Cream {Kleo & Ed}
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Clawthorne Tournament: First Trial
Obstacle One: The Floor is Lava
Kleopatra was telling herself she wasn’t phased by the lava.
Even as she stepped up to it, watching it bubble and ooze, the heat of it brushing her legs, her face. The places her skin was exposed. The tracksuit she’d been given gave her some protection but not enough to not start sweating as the heat climbed as she jumped to her first rock. There was no time to hesitate. Though her foot slipped a little, grazing the top of the lava and her heart jumped.
She did not want to fall into that. Some of her sweat dripped off her nose and sizzled against the top of the lava.
Right.
There was water in lava.
Kleo took a deep breath, stretching her magic out to feel for those pockets of water vapor, raising them to the top and cooling them. As she did, solid pockets rose to the surface, forming a bridge to the next rock. She did this, over and over, rushing across her makeshift bridges before stopping and forming the next one. By the end, she was already tired, but didn’t stop to celebrate--just pushed forward.
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Obstacle Two: Indiana Jones
The second obstacle was not clear to her. Her only hint was that the track changed to rubble. Gravel that slipped and slid beneath her trainers. All was quiet, which had her on alert. She was jogging lightly, though, no need to lose time.
But then, she saw a pebble rolling down the makeshift cliff face. That was the only warning before the large boulder followed.
Kleopatra picked up the pace. Her magic wasn’t going to help here. She was going to have to outrun the thing. Good thing she’d been training on the track every day ever since the tournament was announced. The boulder increased in pace steadily, eating up ground and gaining on Kleo.
But--she just dug her heels in, dodging down a smaller path that she saw, but the boulder followed. It must be enchanted.
Kleopatra checked over her shoulder, which was stupid. She could hear the boulder, but she needed to know how close it was. Unfortunately, a jutting rock caught her in the calf, scratching down her leg and causing her to stumble. She ducked to the left and the boulder soared past her. She took a moment to assess the wound. Not bad. Just a scrape, but it was bleeding.
There wasn’t much time to think about it, because the boulder had doubled back.
Kleo was off again, sprinting back to the main path and then turning up it. She ran hard for several more minutes until the ground suddenly changed again to soft grass and the boulder stopped at the edge of its canyon before rolling back to bother someone else…
Finally! You come to the last challenge on the course, make it across a field full of poisonous flowers by holding your breath. It’s safe to inhale but if you do it freezes you in place and costs you time! Breathe wisely, everyone. With the end in sight, you finish the last hurdle in 7 minutes!
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Obstacle Three: Smell the Roses
Kleo didn’t even stop to think, she was already panting hard and the change of landscape meant that she was at the last obstacle. Just needed to push through and she’d be able to make it through.
But then, as she went to take a step, she realized that she was paralyzed. Everything felt fine, but she just couldn’t move. As if she had been put in a bowl of jell-o.
Okay. Why would that be happening?
Kleopatra looked around at a few other competitors.
She heard someone take a deep, deep breath and begin to move forwards.
Oh. Breathing. Well, that was problematic.
Kleo unzipped her tracksuit. With her wand and the other hand, she pulled water from the grass and plants around her. Not much. Just enough to wet the corner of her suit and lift it up to her mouth. She put the wet fabric over her face and breathed in. The magic released from her body and she moved forward at a slow jog, not wanting to breathe too heavily and risk stopping again.
The magic had cost her time but she crossed the finish line without any more issues.
First trial down. She had no idea how she did, but at least she came away mostly unscathed.
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"I've read Much Ado before," Kleopatra said.
There were, of course, not many Mundus authors that made it onto Ingary's curriculum, but even they couldn't doubt the power of William Shakespeare's quill.
"I know there is not much with my character, so really I just want to hear what you have to tell me." She looked at Pip, mostly, as she said this. She respected his opinion much more.
[outfit]
@exsqueak-me, @oh-phineas
Born Under A Rhyming Planet | Open
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"Aw," Kleo pouted, "but I thought we were friends."
She didn't actually mean that.
Well--she did.
What she meant was that she was just teasing about the whole secrets of the competition thing. She would probably respect Cruz less if she did give them up. Even if they were friends.
Which they were.
Maybe.
Kleo wasn't actually sure.
@cruzzramirez
Competitive Streak () [Kluz]
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