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Liebe Lucretia,

Wir haben Tests mit Modellen durchgeführt, die nach Ihren Spezifikationen aktualisiert wurden. Spürbare Verbesserungen bei 'A', 'TR' und 'FE'.

Wir freuen uns, wenn 'Icarus' höher steigt, aber wir sind weit von Perfektion entfernt. Viele Verbesserungen sind noch möglich.

Königsmähne über alles.

Mit Grüßen,
Karloman Königsmähne
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A pair of emerald green eyes blinked once after they were done reading the telegram, followed by dainty yet deft fingers performing a simple formulization on the parchment, muddling the written surface into something completely unrecognizable, the letter looked no more different than any other piece of paper now. The Polymath responsible for it then neatly folded the letter as she stored it in her backpack, her [i]floating[/i] metal backpack, a curious construction of iron, its steel blue surface gleaming under the light of her cabin aboard Queen Titania. Speaking of the luxury airliner, she deduced that it'd soon be arriving at Bermuda Academy's port... but there was still enough time to write a reply. 

[h3]--Arrival--[/h3]

Lucretia of House Konigsmahne disembarked from the airship, neatly in formation of a tour group as with thousands of other students. With her 'backpack' floating close to her, she let her eyes roam the gargantuan marvel of engineering that was the artificial island of Bermuda. The sheer craftsmanship was impeccable, both functional and aesthetically pleasing, truly the pinnacle of just what Technologism could achieve, yet another proof that it was the one true path to Enlightenment. As skilled as a Dynamist is at bending the elements or as strong as an Egoist can be, these two disciplines would eventually lead to stagnancy, machines could perform everything the former could without tiring, and the latter was an evolutionary dead-end as they mutated themselves into sterile abominations. 

Like a proper freshman of the most prestigious academy in the world, Lucy followed her group's assigned guide without fuss, her extraordinary mind taking careful notes of all the important details she gathered during the welcome tour. The academic center, leisure district, dorms, and points of access. For her own personal accommodations, she'd very much prefer if she could get her private own room, but if such a boon wasn't possible, then she'd have to make do, here's hoping that whatever roommate - if any - she'd get would be the amicable sort. Few could stress her out more than a rambunctious nosy brat who had zero sense personal space. 

A strange curfew... hmmm... interesting, behind every policy was a reason, but the ones given to the students were paper-thin attempts at deflecting their inquiries. Heavy fog? Every single night? Only a simpleton would be satisfied by such an 'answer'. Definitely a matter she should look into sooner than later, even if only to guarantee her own safety. 

[h3]--The Weaver of Memories--[/h3]

When the luminous orange sphere was finally resting for the day, Lucretia arrived at the tour's final destination, the so-called 'Hall of Greats'... and upon first glance, she could see why it deserved the title. 

Ah, indeed, this magnificent chamber reminded her of home, where her House would hold a grand feast to honor esteemed guests, such as Kaiser Heinrich himself and the imperial entourage. All manner of gourmet food and drinks served on pristine ornate tables, professional staff ever at the ready to serve. This was enough to sway even the stoic heiress to try out a few light delicacies herself, especially those she hadn't tried before. Turkish Delights... gelatinous sweets from the Ottoman Empire, how curious, delicious too. Hmmm~ [color=#76c0f0][b]"Ah..."[/b][/color] But she's here for a purpose, get a hold of yourself, Lucretia. Her pale cheeks rosened slightly at this moment of weakness.

Sighing, she took out a picture from her pocket, the colored sketch of a certain Austrian youth with hair of dark wood, and emerald irises just like hers. There were notes written at the back, but most prominent were two words settled right next to each other, [color=#76c0f0][i]Franz Steiner...[/i][/color] She reinforced her knowledge of his features before putting the sketch away for safekeeping.

Thus, Lucy's search through the Great Hall began, and while it might have been a difficult task for the average person, it was rather elementary for a technologist savant with outstanding attention to detail like herself. Soon enough, she spotted her quarry, a brunette teen a few years older than herself with mirroring eye color.

She made no hesitation to beeline her way toward him.

[color=#76c0f0][b]"Guten Abend, Herr Steiner,"[/b][/color] She greeted him, trying to grab his attention. If she was successful, Franz would see a white-haired young girl standing a whole feet and a half shorter than him. Due to the fame of House Konigsmahne, and her being the child prodigy of said noble house, perhaps he could recognize her, perhaps not, regardless, she would proceed to offer him her right hand, [color=#76c0f0][b]"I am Lucretia von Konigsmahne, a pleasure to meet you."[/b][/color] While the lingua franca of the Academy was Latin, she spoke in German due to the close heritage of their respective nations, [color=#76c0f0][b]"Would you honor me with a moment of your time?"[/b][/color]

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