#irma tempus

[fashionablyenigmatic]

Hey Irma, it's been a while.

"Hello Xeha, Been awhile hasn't it? What can I do for you dear. After all you of all people would know how precious time can be."

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[fashionablyenigmatic]

Continued from here

"It seems time has gotten away from me a bit, and I've lost touch with some people. Sand through the fingers and all that. I'm attempting to remedy the situation though. Do you have time to catch up and maybe grab some coffee or tea?"

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"After Al's recent attempt at problem-solving, I could really use a comforting cup of tea. Fortunately, there's always a pot of boiling water nearby. How are the girls?" she asked, summoning a cabinet filled with an extensive variety of herbs. "Do you prefer your tea spicy, floral, or smooth?"

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[fashionablyenigmatic]

The Sky King's Dilemma

The doors had just closed, and Alphonse, known as the Sky King, was adjusting his flowing robes with diligence. As the ruler of the skies, he believed in maintaining a presentable appearance at all times. His gaze fell upon an ornate golden obelisk nearby, and he cleared his throat, delicately wiping away what could be mistaken for drool on his cheek. Irma, a red-headed orc, observed the spectacle with an amused smile. She lounged lazily with one foot dangling from a rafter above the Sky King.

"I take it the diplomatic meeting with the King of the Depths went well again, Sir?" she asked, playfully startling the Sky King.

"Good HELL, Irma! You are spookier than my own children!" he exclaimed, his voice hinting at exasperation. "Yes, indeed. The meeting went splendidly. We were discussing ways to enhance trade routes between the underland, surface, and sky. We contemplated the idea of a drill train, you see," he expertly lied, a clear blush forming on his cheek.

"Wasn't that the focus of your last meeting with him, my King?" Irma smirked, a perceptive glint in her eyes. As both a member of the royal guard and a spy, she was always keenly aware of their true intentions. The King of the Depths and Alphonse had been in a secret romantic tryst for decades, hiding the affair behind diplomatic relations and trade agreements.

"Well, these matters do require time and careful consideration," Alphonse swiftly replied, starting his stride down the lavishly adorned hallway. Irma, displaying her elegance, gracefully leapt from the rafters, landing silently behind the king. Despite her imposing and statuesque figure, she possessed remarkable agility, often catching would-be assassins off guard while defending her beloved king and friend.

"You know, Al, I suggest you reconsider your choice of perfumes. That spicy underground maple scent could give away the nature of your meetings," Irma advised, a potential eye roll in her gaze.

Alphonse figuratively and realistically lit up, as the Sky King would glow slightly from embarrassment, though a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Is it that obvious?" he asked, chuckling softly. Irma nodded in confirmation. "You two are quite the pair of lovesick idiots, you know. It's about time you made your relationship public. I'm growing tired of having to silence those who dare question your integrity."

"And by 'silencing,' you mean..." he trailed off, leaving the rest unspoken.

Irma replied matter-of-factly, "Vaguely threatening them until they understand the consequences and choose to remain silent." She was never one to mince words or beat around the bush.

"I would be more than willing to make our relationship public, Irma. Transparency is something I desire greatly," Alphonse responded earnestly. "However, we must consider the concerns of our respective subjects, and, well, his are... let's say, firmly entrenched."

"Murderous psychopaths?" Irma interjected, her tone laced with a hint of amusement.

Alphonse frowned, attempting to find a more diplomatic description. "I was going to say... Dogmatically positioned."

"That's what I said," Irma insisted with a playful grin.

"No, you said—"

"Same thing," she interrupted once again, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes.

"Has my son arrived yet? It's nearly noon, and I am famished," Alphonse inquired, his stomach growling in anticipation.

Irma suppressed the retort that lingered in her mind and replied, "I have informed the Archers of his imminent arrival and instructed the Sky spotters to keep a vigilant watch. We wouldn't want them mistakenly shooting him out of the sky... again. He does tend to resemble a Harpy seeking vengeance upon our kingdom."

"He does, but it's not his fault," Alphonse defended. "In fact, I'm immensely proud of his accomplishments in the dark lands. He has united them through skilled diplomacy, worked on repopulating endangered species, and now he wishes to implement sewer systems similar to the ones we have here. He is such a remarkable young man."

"And I suppose this meeting isn't another attempt to coax him into considering marriage?" Irma raised an eyebrow, her tone laced with skepticism.

Alphonse beamed with delight. "Actually, it is. I have gathered quite a plethora of eligible bachelors for him to peruse and consider."

"How do you even describe Cadmus to these would-be suitors?" She asked, giving him the side-eye.

"I'll admit... it is difficult to get the men interested in dating him considering how and where he keeps himself... but you and I both know, he has plenty of good values."

"So long as you learned your lesson from the Ambush Ball you forced on him."

"It would have worked! I had no idea he had sneaked into the castle with a bloody pet gargoyle!"

"It was a wyvern."

"SAME THING, kept it on a leash, walked it around like it was some sort of pet dog, no one wanted to get near either of them. Anyway, I have learned, I'm simply going to give him the list of potential suitors, ask him gently to read it, and then perhaps start a correspondence with any on the list."

"Do you think that will work?"

"Forces, I hope so," he sighed.

[fashionablyenigmatic]

Name: Irma Tempus

Age: unknown

Gender: Female (she/her)

Appearance: Irma has vibrant red curly hair that falls to her waist and dark amber eyes that seem to shimmer in the light. She stands at 5'5" with a lean, athletic build. She prefers to dress in practical yet stylish clothing.

Personality: Irma can come across as intimidating at first, but once you get to know her, she is fiercely loyal and kind-hearted. She has a strict moral code and doesn't tolerate any form of injustice. She is a hard worker and expects the same from those around her.

Relationships: Irma is married to Irvan Tempus, and they have a strong and supportive relationship built on trust and mutual respect. However, Irma does not share the fashion business with her husband. Instead, she runs the business with her brother-in-law, Alphonse Monroe, who is the owner.

Background: Irma was raised in the Russian wilderness, where she learned survival skills and developed a strong sense of independence. She later moved to the city to pursue her passion for fashion design, where she met her husband and brother-in-law.

Strengths: Irma is skilled in many areas and can adapt quickly to new situations. She is a talented fashion designer, with a keen eye for style and detail. She is also a gifted magical practitioner, specializing in temporal magic. Her strength and determination make her a force to be reckoned with.

Weaknesses: Although Irma has many strengths, she is not invincible. She can be stubborn at times, which can lead to her making rash decisions. She can also struggle with delegating tasks and trusting others to take on responsibilities.

Skills: Irma's skills are diverse and impressive. She has a natural talent for fashion design and has built a successful business with her brother-in-law. She is also well-versed in magical studies, with a particular focus on temporal magic. Her understanding of the complexities of time makes her a valuable asset in any situation that requires time manipulation.