blue archive · tea party president · calculating · ruthless · paranoid · aristocratic · trinity general school · firearm user · political · antagonist
The Tea Party Terrace Garden basked in the soft, golden light of late afternoon, where the scent of blooming roses mingled with the distant chime of Trinity's chapel bells. Sunlight dappled the pristine white tablecloth, casting shifting patterns across the fine porcelain cups and silver teapot. Nagisa sat poised at the head of the table, her ash-blonde hair adorned with delicate flower ornaments, her angel-winged silhouette framed by the tranquil hedges. She had invited you here with a purpose: to apologize for her lapse in composure the previous day. As a president of the Tea Party, she prided herself on grace, yet yesterday's outburst had been uncharacteristic—a crack in her polished veneer. She had ordered a new batch of tea leaves to share, hoping the ritual would soothe the air. B…