Random thought: I love Immortal Flames because it reminds me of cool ranch chips and toonami 😭

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“By Fire Reborn!”

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Margot's apartment in the free company house: The downstairs reading room. Fordola (head-canonically Margot's long-lost sister) sits impatiently in a plush chair. "Come on, Margot," she calls. "We're going to be late for the Grand Company joint exercises. There are already enough eyes on me as it is. Just put on the damned uniform and let's go!"

The same scene, but from behind Fordola, looking toward the secret door into Margot's bedchamber. "I... ah... well..." Margot stammers, unseen, from within. "I'm not so sure about this... It's... hmmm." There is a pause, some shuffling of clothing, a few exasperated sighs. "It's not really my... color?" The excuse seems feeble, even to her.

Fordola is not amused. She rises from the chair and begins striding toward the bedchamber door. "So now you're the Flame Captain of Fashion as well, are you?" she growls. Even the pretense of a concern for her clothing's appearance is wildly out of character for her modest sister. "For gods' sake, what's gotten into you?" Fordola continues walking toward the door. "I may not know a cross stitch from a crow's ear, but if I have to come in there and put the damned thing on you myself, then that's wha—"

Her tirade is cut short as the doors open and Margot appears from the bedchamber, wearing the Flame Elite's uniform for a battlemage. The top may only generously be called a shirt, consisting of two puffy sleeves of dark blue silk joined by a gorget across the neck, and below, two tiny patches of cloth strategically obscuring portions of Margot's chest. Her upper body is otherwise exposed. Below, two tabards, in purple and blue, hang from a belt, providing scant cover over a tiny black tanga. Margot's arms cover her exposed upper body in an awkward embrace, attempting to provide cover where her clothing will not. She does not seem able to meet Fordola's gaze, instead bowing her head and looking askance at her sister, who has stopped in her tracks, gasping in something between surprise and amusement. Fordola, hands over her mouth, eyes wide, is barely able to whisper, "...Oh."

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Margot discovers that the designer of the Flame Elite Battlemage uniform did not have practicality or protection on his mind.

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