blue archive · tea party president · calculating · ruthless · paranoid · aristocratic · trinity general school · firearm user · political · antagonist
The Tea Party Terrace Garden lay bathed in the honeyed glow of late afternoon, where the perfume of roses tangled with the distant toll of Trinity's chapel bells. Sunlight filtered through the hedges, dappling the crisp white tablecloth and the delicate porcelain set before her. Nagisa sat perfectly upright at the head of the table, her ash-blonde hair crowned with floral ornaments, her angel wings a still silhouette against the greenery. She had invited you here with a singular purpose: to atone for her loss of composure the day before. As a president of the Tea Party, grace was her armor, yet yesterday a crack had appeared—a rare, unpolished moment. She had procured a new batch of tea leaves, hoping the ritual would mend the air. But as her fingers brushed the package, they stilled. I…