Chaos is known as the being that never became a star. It is everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time.
Neither good nor evil, the ultimate expression of nothingness. The antithesis of the cosmos, creation itself.
Although Chaos claims to be the very state of existence from which the first entities appeared, it cannot form into the entity it wants most.
So it has been cursed to stay in the form of a dark and shapeless void. Floating between existence and nonexistence.
Longingly watching as stars are constantly born and lives are lived. The seeds of malice had been planted, flourished and transformed Chaos into the purest form of evil.
If someone had told Julius he could get his wish granted at the price of fighting evil monsters known as corrupted and youmas with grief seeds, Julius would have logically wondered if they had escaped some mental asylum. Yet, life was funny that way because that was exactly what happened. Although in truth, he would hardly consider it to be a price. If anything, it should have already been his duty as part of the law to keep the city safe any way he can. The fact that he got a wish of seeing a certain criminal being placed in jail had only made it better.[break][break]
The prosecutor made another jump landing on the next building over. He stumbled in his steps still not used to the fact that his body was suddenly capable of such feats. It was certainly convenient, but it was certainly going to take some time to get used to. Just how far can he push his body and how much damage can he take. The creature that he was chasing down (the lack of humanoid features led Julius to assume it was a youma) had once again jumped. It was still hidden from view and fortunately, there weren't too many people here.[break][break]
Again the creature was getting father way. With a click of the tongue, Julius made a jump and created his arrow. The magic didn't feel natural, he had to think about it, draw the imagined shape with his hand before it became somewhat concrete. Pulling on where the string would be, the arrow soon takes form. There was no time to even his breathing, not if he wanted to get it before it got aw-[break][break]
The magi found himself falling from a small slip. His body hit the staircase a few times before finally hitting on the ground and he can feel the ache. Strangely enough, though, he managed to somewhat stand up. Maybe still has a chance if he just tries to follow it from the ground. Despite the ache, he can still somewhat move. Gritting his teeth together, the twenty-four-year-old ran out of the alleyway and into the streets. Unfortunately, in doing so, while trying to keep track of where that youma was heading off to, Julius found himself bumping into someone. A woman with purple hair and purple eyes. Someone that he was quite sure he has seen several times but he couldn't exactly place where at the moment.[break][break]
Which also brought his attention to what he must look like. His clothes having cuts in them from the youma and the stairs, his clothes obviously dirtied, his hair short but it must still have looked disheveled nonetheless. Great...hopefully she won't ask questions but Julius wasn't really sure what kind of an excuse he would be able to make up on the spot. "Sorry," he stated almost absent-minded as he tried to look up to find where the youma might be. Gone...great. Maybe, he took a few steps passed the woman in hopes that maybe he can find it again.
[attr="class","vpostbg"]Émilie hummed softly to a tune in her head as she walked though the streets of New Paris towards her home. The air smelled incredible crisp today. The chilly winds weren't something she welcomed but she was bundled up to keep her warm and make sure the drop in temperatures didn't make her ill. When she got home, Émilie would put on a kettle and enjoy some nice hot rose tea before diving into her studies. Blankets and book reading sounded divine compared to being out. Time with Yvette ran longer than she though and with Halloween fast approaching, the weather would never be to her liking.
She was a summer baby – someone who loved the warmth and the sun.
The thoughts in her head must have been way too distracting because she didn't even see where the taller dark haired man came from; suddenly he was just running into her, causing her to stumble a bit. “Ow...” she groaned. The sudden collision didn't cause her any damage but the yelp was more instinctual. Straightening up, she looked down and dusted off her sky from the skirmish until then looked up at the uncomfortable male as he apologized. “It's fine, I-” she started then stopped.
The purple haired girl was going on instincts but now that she saw her attacker, there was some serious problem. He looked rough. There was abrasions on his face as well as his clothes in complete disarray. His clothing wasn't really what she would expect of a hoodlum so there was no need to worry about this being some robbery or something terrible like that. Still, his messy clothes were also cut and as she stared though the tiny slits, she could see bright red gleaming from them. This man looked like he was in a daze with lacerations and abrasions. “Uh, do you need help?” His clothing hinted at signs of a struggle and it did not going his way.
“You definitely need help,” she corrected herself. He needed light medical help and he needed law enforcement to file a report. Someone had obviously attacked him and so the police would be interested in finding out who and helping him get justice so long as he didn't do something that caused the attack. As someone who was planning to be a doctor, those types of details weren't as important to her. Émilie took a step closer as she looked at a cut on his arm and winced. ”Nothing looks like you'd need stitches but you do need all those wounds treated, immediately. Did you need help getting to a clinic or...” Since they weren't too bad, she could easily patch him up. It would be good practice too. Then again, stranger danger was a thing. Callister would force her out of her apartment and back in their family's house if he found out she took home a stranger and it lead to something bad. Still, Émilie did want to help. Hands on practice was better than just book reading.
Really, Julius should have been watching where he was going rather than focusing on only what he was chasing. Even if what he was chasing was pretty important, he was a prosecutor. Sure he has yet to make a name for himself but he should create a better image for himself. Having someone on the law running around and bumping into people while looking so haphazard would not give them an ease of mind. [break][break]
The prosecutor had only managed to take a few steps around the woman before her question reached him. Gray eyes tore away from the sky and rooftops to look back at the person he had bumped into. What? Looking down at himself, he once again observed just how bad he must have looked. This wasn't the first time he has gotten injured but he had never entered a clnic...for good reasons. There would be far too many questions and his body seemed to be able to heal itself well enough. Don't get him wrong, it wasn't any instantaneous but rather it was a slow process. Still, there never seemed to be any permanent damage despite the fact that he mainly just clean his wounds and bandaged them up at best. Yeah, he had never gone to medical school and the only true medical friend he had was the internet.[break][break]
Julius opened his mouth ready to reject the idea when she had decided to answer it herself. He took a step back debating if he should just make a run for it or not. No...that...that would probably make him look suspicious. It would be best if he was to just try to diffuse the situation...somehow. The woman took a step closer to him inspecting and there was a sense of relief when she told him that he didn't need any stitching which meant that it wasn't anything big. She wasn't going to try to drag him to a clinic or anything. "I'm fine," he told her softly taking a step away in fear that maybe she would inspect some more and possibly find something that would worry her. A part of him was honestly rather happy to see a good samirtan...even if it might be causing him slight trouble. "This...isn't new." Wait..no...that...urgh..that sounded bad. "I mean...there's no need. Like you said...there's no need for stitches." There, that hopefully would serve as a good enough recovery. "Thank you, though."[break][break]
And with that, the prosecutor tried to take a few steps away from her. Maybe if he pretended that it wasn't a big deal, she won't see it that way either?[break][break]
note: yes, bring him home like a stray XD. also if you can't find a natural reason for emile to stop him, tell me and i can edit this post.
[attr="class","vpostbg"]His immediate answer was that he was fine. The girl groaned as she folded her arms and groaned disapprovingly. “You're not fine. It's not good to lie,” she complained as her brows knitted. The injures weren't life threatening but they were plentiful and required attention. On top of that, he had been injured. By his reaction, this man had been doing something rather shady. He felt he was healthy but the line of this isn't new was worrisome.
What type of person went around getting beat up and thought that was fine?
New Paris was a large city and there were all types of things that happened. While Émilie stayed in her little bubble that was filled with university, time with the members of Roselia, and very boring posh events her family insisted that she attended, she was aware the world around her was much bigger. There were probably all types of things she didn't know about in this city. This was someone who likely encountered parts of New Paris she would never be part of if he was into something shady and thought being hurt was normal.
Émilie wanted nothing to do with the things outside her bubble but it didn't mean she was so cold and callous that she didn't care to people who existed outside of it. She had decided to go to school to become a doctor and perhaps a surgeon because she knew she wanted to help others. Besides, his argument about this whole situation was stupid. “Simply because there's no need for stitches doesn't mean you don't risk infection if left untreated.” While he had some manner since he thanked her for her concern, the purple haired girl wasn't going to let this end so easily. Her eyes closed as a huge frown appeared on her face. “Staph infections are serious.”
Despite all her words and protests, he was trying to walk away and pretend this was nothing. Her eyes shot open the moment she didn't feel his warm blocking the frigid air, groaning again disapprovingly. “Stop right there,” she called out as she moved back in front of him and blocked his way. She held her arms out to try to stop him from simply going around her as she gave him a serious look. “You bumped into me, making it my responsibility to see to it you receive care. You will receive proper care!” If he didn't want to be dragged into a clinic to get bandaged then she would drag him to her house; not that she wanted to literally drag him. The man was taller than her. He wasn't super muscular so she didn't think he could simply lift her and put her out of his way but he was likely stronger.
Still, she was determined to see to his injuries. Lowering her arms down, she shifted and offered him a hand. ”I live close and have all the supplies needed to clean your wounds and have your bandaged up. It'll be free if your worried about cost and that's why you want to avoid clinics.” She surely didn't need or want money. Doing something like this would just be good experience and it would make sure she didn't have something weighing on her conscious when she went to sleep tonight.
It felt weird to have someone younger than Julius groan at him. Nonetheless, he didn't emote much and merely just watched the woman in front of him as she stated that it wasn't a very good lie. Well..sort of. Again, he was sure that if he didn't have a much more durable body, it probably would have hurt a lot more. So...it kind of wasn't really a lie. Not that he could really tell her that. "How would you know?" he asked back because as far as he knew, she was a somewhat familiar woman. And well...most people weren't exactly the best judge of the human body. Was she a doctor? She looked a little bit young to be one.[break][break]
Nonetheless, Julius did his best to reassure her. Clearly, he needed to work in his reassuring skills...or social skills in general really. She pointed out how even if he didn't need stitches (thank god as he did not really know how he was supposed to stitch himself) there was still the risk of infection. Which was very true. Julius knew that his body was more durable but he wasn't sure if that meant that he couldn't get sick or infected or if his immune system was still that of a normal human. He almost wished the person that had given him his power had also given him a contract to read through so he can understand just how much his body was going to be 'magically modified'.[break][break]
"I can disinfect it myself," he assured her. He can get some disinfectant at a store seeing as his apartment was a bit on the other side of the district. He then did his best to excuse himself only for the woman to have stopped him, not only with her words but her body as well. Julius had stopped and stared at the woman in front of him knowing that she wasn't going to leave him alone now. Her reasoning sounded rather...flawed. "I am not sure if that...is how it works..." he informed her while not exactly meeting her eyes. If anything, bumping into someone meant that he should be making sure that she was okay, from which he can tell she seemed alright. [break][break]
The offer to her place had been surprising but what was even more surprising was the excuse that she had given him. That..that sounded like a good excuse. And really, it wasn't like she was going to leave him any time soon. "If...you...don't...mind..." came his reply, "the clinic is...quite expensive." There was another pause as he knew that he was inconveniencing her with this, good Samaritan or not, he was sure that the woman had a life outside of some stranger who ran into her. "I'll pay you back...somehow." He can honestly probably just drop some money on the way out.
note: your stubborness got him to follow you home XD
[attr="class","vpostbg"]He suggested he could disinfect and she winched at the thought. Normal people didn't understand the word disinfect was supposed to be used in terms of non-living surfaces. Chemicals that disinfected weren't supposed to be used on the skin of a living person. Antiseptics were chemicals that killed microbes on living surfaces like the skin. A light sigh exited her lips. It wasn't like she expected the man to go to a local store and buy a bottle of bleach and dump it on himself.
Nobody was that stupid, right?
She had a feeling there were people that crazy in the world and she shouldn't try to believe everyone looked at every situation logically otherwise she would be disappointed. This man looked at his injuries as something that could be ignored despite all the cuts and bruises all over him. Illogical people were everywhere in this world.
It was her job to make sure despite how illogical people wanted to be, they were in good health. For some known reason, he ran into her and fate wanted to make sure he got his injuries taken care of. She would at least do that much for the poor soul. And so Émilie did something that she was sure her older cousin would disapprove of – she invited this stranger to her home. The expression on his face was of pure shock since it wasn't something he expected. “I don't mind,” she assured him with a smile. “I mean, a clinic isn't expensive at all, but you aren't going so I'll just do it. I have antiseptic and antibiotics.” If he went into a clinic with his injuries, they would bandage him up quickly with no cost to him. Health care was something free.
Though, it was something that had limits. Besides, he likely was avoiding a hospital because they would ask questions and he would explain why he thought getting beat up was normal. While Émilie was aware she lived a pretty sheltered life, she knew getting cut up and beat up wasn't normal!
Surprisingly, the offer to follow her home was accepted and he even suggested he'd repay her, making the whole lie about hospitals being expensive an obvious lie. Closing her eyes, she hummed softly as she filed such a thought in her memories rather than bringing up the flaws in his statements. The police cared about things not matching up, not a doctor. “You don't need to pay me back,” she assured him as she grabbed his hand lightly. “I just have this looming feeling you wouldn't tend to such wounds if left to your own devices.” If he was this stubborn about going to get checked out, she had no doubt in her mind that the comment about treating his own wounds was a little lie too.
Her hand held his lightly, making sure not to be too rough as she led him down the crowded streets. Since it was late, it wasn't as busy but there were still a few people and she didn't want her patient attempting to escape before she could help him out. “Don't worry, it's not far,” she assured him. It was only a few blocks and one bridge crossing before they arrived to a line of well cared for statues. Vaugirard had rather beautiful parts to it and she was lucky to stay in a very nice part of the area. When they came to a building of luxury apartments, she pulled him along inside. The concierge greeted her by name as he opened the door for her and Émilie politely greeted him back. One brief elevator trip, they were finally at her house.
The young woman opened the door and let the strange man in before closing the door behind them. “Feel free to sit on the couch as I get the first aid kit,” she explained as she left him. The first stop was to turn on the automatic kettle of hot water. Next she went towards to her bedroom and pulled out her medical kit along with gloves and a face mask. She brought all the things to the living room and set them down on the sleek coffee table. ”Well then, when your ready, please remove your jacket and shirt, please.”
The woman told Julius that he did not need to pay her back and honestly knowing people like her exist really did make this whole endangering himself with fighting magical monsters and doing his best to put criminals away worth it. He looked down as she took hold of his hand and he followed in line with her steps. Her second comment though..was not as kind. Did he really look like the type? He would like to say he used disinfectant and wipes to clean his cuts before putting some band-aid on them. That...that was usually good enough. Again, that might just be because of his modified body more than any actual first aid skills he had.[break][break]
As they walked, the woman assured the prosecutor that it would not be far. He gave a small nod and they walked in a rather comfortable silence. It shouldn't exactly thank a genius to see that Julius was not exactly the talkative type...well unless they met him in court anyway. Talking when there was a goal made things easier, it gave the conversation a direction. Personal conversations always felt hard for him...although it was made a little bit easier with people he was used to. Unfortunately, he was currently with a stranger. A kind stranger, but a stranger nonetheless. True to her words, it wasn't long before they arrived and the place had looked rather nice. She must have been rich. Julius couldn't have exactly tell by the clothes (as he wasn't exactly into fashion) but he certainly knew a good section of the city and apartment when he saw one. Even more was that he learned her name from the concierge. Emile...so that was her name. [break][break]
Julius entered when Emile held the door out for him. He had been ready to introduce himself (as it was only fair seeing as he now knew her name) when she had told him to feel free to sit on the couch. Gray eyes fell onto the couch and he wasn't exactly sure if he wanted to sit on the couch. It wasn't that he was bleeding so the couch wouldn't get blood stains but...it was probably expensive, right? Yet, where else would he sit? Hesitantly, the prosecutor went over to sit on the couch making sure to sit on the side and taking as less room as possible. The owner of the apartment left but quickly returned with a first aid kit.[break][break]
The male obeyed her instruction and took off his clothes starting with his jacket and then his shirt. He made sure to fold it as nearly as he can before putting it on his lap. Glancing down he can see the cuts on his body which...wasn't too bad but he had a feeling his back might be a different story. That creature he had chased had been fast and often knocked him around from behind. God, he can only hope she wasn't going to ask questions. "Nice...apartment..." he stated if only to start some kind of conversation that would hopefully distract Emile enough. [break][break]
note: so telling the cat to be a furless cat or get out of the clothes? also, he is sooo awkward right now XD
[attr="class","vpostbg"]She opened the box, taking out the hand sanitizer and cleaning her hands before putting on the gloves. She put a face mask on as a precaution since cold weather gave her the sniffles and she didn't want to accidentally sneeze and cause further issues when cleaning his wounds. Meanwhile, the man started to get undressed. Thanks to all the classes in her specialty, she had seen people remove parts of their clothes but her eyes kept away as he did so out of mixture of respect and embarrassment.
Pulling out antiseptic, she prepared the gauze to clean his wounds. The moment she turned towards him, she got to see a few cuts and bruises. Nothing looked too serious though he kept from sitting down against the back of the couch, meaning there was likely something on his back that he was worried about might stain the white leather couch. Making a mental note, she moved closer and started to work. Émilie gently padded each spot with the antiseptic gauze, getting a new piece each time she cleaned a new spot. When she finished, she grabbed antibiotics and placed it on q-tip to apply on the cuts before bandaging them up.
The male tried to make small conversation as she patched him up, commenting on her home. ”Thank you,” she said politely as she placed the last bandage on his torso. Getting a new antiseptic covered piece of gauze, she took a seat next to him on the couch and leaned back so she could see his back. It was bruised with bright red marks and more abrasions. Her gloved hand ran over the discolored skin, careful to not try to hurt him as she kicked for bones that might have been out of place. He walked too well and breathed too easily to have broken a rib but it was smart to check.
”Did you fall and land on your back?” she asked. If he fell, he landed on something. Stairs? Toys? Rocks? Something like rocks might have explained why there were so many bruises but it would have to be some very sharp rocks to make so many cuts all over him. Ignoring all that for now, she started cleaning his back. ”I'm Émilie, but the way, though you probably knew that thanks to the concierge.” It was very late for introductions since he was undressed and on her couch. If her family saw what was happening, they likely would turn their noses up at her lack of manners and her sheer willingness to let in some stranger just to undress him.
Reaching back to the table, she once again got to work. There were few parts of broken skin on his back so there was less to clean though there seemed to be lots of internal injuries with all those blemishes. Nothing seemed too serious, for his sake. ”Are you... in some gang or something?” she asked bluntly when she finished. Taking off her face mask, she sighed as she started to clean up the different pieces of dirty gauze and excess tape from the table. She took them to be disposed off and throw away the gloves before cleaning her hands again with the cleaning solution. ”People normally don't end up that beat up in their day to day lives. It really doesn't matter if you are or aren't. I'm just trying to figure out why there's so many injuries. It's as if someone was slashing you over and over but...” She stopped when she realized she was trying to dissect all these injuries and knew her patient was a bit unwilling. There was a good chance he'd lie and say he simply fell or he was clumsy.
Shaking her head, she decided to take it all back. ”Never mind,” she groaned. Closing her eyes, she sighed lightly. A second later, she opened her eyes and offered him a smile. ”Hopefully, you won't end up with more injuries otherwise you'll be in even more pain.” She wasn't going to offer him anything for the pain since she had no idea what they of person was in her living room. He seemed respectable enough since he hadn't tried anything terrible and simply came along to her home. Then again, perhaps this was some elaborate plan? If he turned out to be a robber, what would she do in this situation?
Did Julius fall and land on his back? Well yes...sort of. Emile then introduced herself despite noting the fact that he would already know from the concierge. It must be a cue to give out his own name. "Julius...my name is Julius." he introduced himself his eyes more pointed at the ground than trying to look at her. In his defense, she was behind him and he doubted turning around would really help her inspect him. [break][break]
There was a moment of silence except for the small hisses when the antiseptic was used. He hated how it still hurt even with a dry wound. One would think that technology would help them make it not hurt. When it was over, Emile had asked Julius if he was in a gang or something of the like. He didn't listen to her theory as much as focusing on putting his clothes back on with gritted teeth. He was sure that he might have pulled on the sleeves of his coat too tightly. The idea that Julius Vesper would be connected to any kind of criminal activity.. [break][break]
Emile soon backtracked or rather she had stopped guessing about his background. She could still very well guess that was what he was. "I'm not," he practically grounded out before taking a deep breath. It wasn't her fault. It was a logical conclusion to come to, the fact that Julius was unwilling to go to the clinic had probably only helped. In order to prove so to her, he reached into the pocket of his coat to pull out his card case and handed her his business card.[break][break]
Another moment of silence before Julius asked, "are you sure there isn't anything I can do for you?" He didn't want to be in debt to someone whether or not they would see it like that. "Maybe cook or something?" Not that he was a great chef. Actually if anything, he ate out so...maybe not. "Actually...I could..just treat you..." that would probably be better.[break][break]
Yvette is a dear friend But I can't tell her I brought home a strange man Or the fact he suggested taking me somewhere Or that I made him take off his shirt Definitely nothing about the shirtless moment
[attr="class","vpostbg"]His name was Julius – Julius Vesper – and he was one of the city's prosecutors.
Émilie stared at the business card for a long moment as she digested all the new information. She had found a prosecutor injured and then forced him to come to her house. Was that some sort of weird crime? Did she just interfere with a criminal investigation?!
Closing her eyes, the purple haired woman settled herself down. Police were the ones who did criminal investigations and then prosecutors took all that evidence and prosecuted criminals with it. By that logic, he really shouldn't have been someone getting hurt. It was police who tracked dangerous leads. Her eyes opened as she looked at the bandaged man in her house. There was something she was missing but she had no right to start interrogating him since it could have been his job that caused him to get hurt.
Once again, he offered to return her kindness and Émilie quickly countered. She shook her head and waved her hand in dismissal. “No need, Officer,” she answered naturally before the cogs in her mind registered she said a mistake. “No wait, prosecutors aren't police. Your Honor? No that's judges...” Her brain was going in a panic. What did the lawyers on the police side get called as a title? Was prosecutor the title? Émilie had never needed to talk to a prosecutor before. The police had only been in her life once and that was when her parents died to share the grim news. There was nobody at fault and there were no charges pressed against someone. Her parents death was an accident and nothing really came after that.
It was best for her to stop trying to think of titles she honestly didn't know and go with a traditional way of showing respect. “No need to fret, Mr. Vesper. I simply wanted to make sure someone injured was properly taken care of,” she answered calmly. The man was insisted. He suggested that he could cook or something else. At the very least he wanted to treat her to something. “Uh...” The brief thought of explaining to her family some man was in her home cooking because she dragged him there came to mind and her face pinkened. The reaction only got worse when she thought of needing to cancel a session with Roselia and explaining to Yvette why some stranger wanted to take her out. “No, no, no, no.” On top of that, taking her somewhere sounded rather intimate. Did people usually want to take their doctor on a date? Émilie was fairly sure that was against the rules.
Was she really being tempted to break rules before she was even a doctor?!
Her expression shifted back to something calmer as she took a breath. Nobody tried to take a doctor out for healing them. Julius was offering such a thing because he didn't realize why she was someone so prepared to help injured strangers. “I mean, I appreciate the sentiment very much but there's no need. Just like you want to help the city by putting to jail those who break laws, I want to do my part by healing those who get sick or injured,” she explained. While she was still in medical school, the young lady was determined to help others in the small way she could. The money tied to her name wasn't exactly hers. Her inheritance was something her cousin still controlled in fear of Émilie doing something careless with her money. So long as she didn't have needs, it really didn't matter.
With everything neatly wrapped up, Julius likely wanted to leave and there was no need to keep him further. Telling him to be careful when he likely had a dangerous job was a bit silly. Before she could suggest walking him downstairs, a loud beeping emitted from her kitchen. “Oh! Right! I was going to offer you a cup of rose tea. Since it's cold out and you were injured, you likely have a lower than normal body temperature.” She didn't give him the chance to decline. Instead, Émilie disappeared as she went to get a tea set and fill the pot with a few tea leaves before pouring the hot water inside. She placed two tea cups on the tray along with sugar and cream then came back and set it on the table. ”At the very least, I can be proper and offer you a hot drink since I forced you to undress before giving you a name... and I'm sorry about that. I clearly was being impolite.”
Julius blinked at the various titles Emile had given to him during her adventure in trying to find what to call him. It was honestly rather amusing and the prosecutor was thankful that he was not very expressive. The last thing he would want was for her to think that he was laughing at her. Despite how humorous it quite was. Soon, she seemed to settle for Mr.Vesper as the way to address him. He gave a few suggestions of what he can do for her the first being cooking (before remembering that his culinary skills were severely lacking) and then came the idea of just paying a meal. That would probably be easier. Then again, now that he thought about it, her apartment was in the better part of town. Can he afford her taste?[break][break]
Perhaps that didn't matter though as Emile's face seemed to become red as she gave a rather rapid denial. "I get paid," Julius gently reminded the woman and maybe teasing her a little bit. Despite how he might look and his more than often slow verbal reaction, Julius was quite good talented when it came to logical arguments. Actually, he was good at arguing in general, as to be expected from someone with his career. It just needed to be something he was interested in...as those in his book club would know. "Are you in the medical career?" he couldn't help but asked seeing as according to her words, that did seem to the base. Julius had a sneaking suspicion earlier but had merely written it off as the woman appearing a bit too young. However, maybe she really was in the medical career.[break]break]
Again there was a moment of silence as Julius was ready to leave the conversation once he finds a good opening. However, the sound of beeping made the male blink before turning his head to the direction of the sound. That didn't sound like a fire alarm. Emile had explained she had prepared tea because his boy temperature was probably lower than normal due to injuries. He...was honestly not sure if that was how it worked or not. Yet, it sounded like he would trouble her too much. Really, Julius could just get some tea at a cafe. He was about to open his mouth and say so, but the woman had quickly left without ever giving him a chance.[break][break]
If the male didn't know better, he would say Emile had done that on purpose.[break][break]
"You weren't rude," Julius defended the woman or maybe attacked her excuse. Nonetheless, not wanting her to feel too guilty, he took the cup and drank from it. "You didn't really force me either and I too was late in introducing myself." he continued to list between the sips before he realized..ahh...perhaps she wasn't really looking for some kind of defense. Esepcially seeing as such defense was unnecessary when Emile had done nothing wrong. "Thank you." Gratitude was usually better, right? "You have good taste." Albiet probably expensive ones.[break][break]
note: idk, yvette as a bdsm skeleton in her closet soooooo
[attr="class","vpostbg"]He pointed out that he had money. Did she seem like she thought of him as too poor to take her somewhere? The unintentional insult made her blush even more as she shook her head wildly. “T-that's not why I'm insistent upon not accepting.” How did she go explaining to a stranger that one of her closest friends might get weird ideas if she found out what happened and suddenly have a vendetta against law enforcement because she thought Émilie was being taken advantage of when this was all her fault to begin with. She sighed as she calmed down. It was just smart to never mention any of this to anyone.
Her little speech made Julius think she was a nurse. In truth, Émilie didn't have a medical career yet. In about three years, she would be working on her residency but for now, everything she did was practice. “Medical student. I'm in my first year of medical school.” For the most part, she had cadavers to look forward to treating as patients at school. Being able to help people with minor problems like this or being able to perhaps diagnosis a cold versus the flu was all she could truly do at this point.
After getting the tea, she sat the set down for him to drink. Like a proper hostess, she poured him a cup first before pouring herself on. The purple haired maiden added sugar and milk to her tea as she apologized for her actions. He wasn't offended and claimed she wasn't rude at all. “Uh...” Her upbringing begged to differ but she kept that part to herself. Julius pointed out that he didn't introduce himself earlier and she didn't physically force him to come along. Her violet eyes looked away nervously. While Émilie didn't physically force him, she was pretty insistent he come along and wasn't taking no for answer.
Thankfully, he wasn't offended. “Since you weren't offended then I suppose then turned out for the best,” she said with a relieved sigh and small smile. So long as he wasn't going to tell his police friends to arrest her after this, the young girl was pleased.
The two sipped tea in silence for a moment until she commented on she had nice tastes. Apparently, he liked the rose tea. “You think so? Thank you,” she said gleefully with a large smile. It was always good when her guests enjoyed the things she served. It was too bad she really hadn't planned for company otherwise she would have pastries waiting since tea went best with nice flaky pastries. This wasn't a social meeting so it could be forgiven.
“I must admit, part of me is curious why a prosecutor was stumbling around injured but I'm sure I'm not privy to such information,” she said as she set her cup down on its saucer. Her eyes closed as she let out a defeated sigh. Julius must have been on some very secretive case since he took so long to disagree with her when she started making assumptions earlier and didn't hand her the card at first so she would leave him be. Still, his attitude about his health was concerning. “And since I'm not and you wish to repay me, can I request you take better care of yourself? If you end up hurt again, please go to a hospital. Especially if it's worse than what happened today.” She hadn't forgotten his comment on how he was fine and those types of injuries were normal. Law enforcement protected this city but they also needed to protect themselves better if Julius was any indication how they worked.
Well if that wasn't the reason, why did Emile point that out? Unless she meant to compliment him by stating that Julius was doing a good job? As if he was being a good Samaritan, to which he would argue he really wasn't. He was paid to make sure the criminals go to jail or prison. Even if one was to take his magical job into account he was already paid for his services in advance. Emile, on the other hand, actually had nothing to benefit in this situation. She wasn't getting paid, in fact, she was denying payment. Still, that did make the prosecutor curious as to why she wouldn't accept any favors in return. [break][break]
First-year medical student..so that should put her roughly around 21 to 22 years old. He gave a nod storing that information away even if he doubted they would ever meet again. New Paris was a big city and they did not exactly have any connections to one another. This meeting in itself was nothing more than a mere coincidence. There wouldn't exactly be a loss in the two never see each other again. [break][break]
The curiosity was not exactly unwarranted seeing as yes, it was probably rather strange to see a prosecutor injured. He couldn't exactly say he was being undercover or investigating a case as it was not his job. And even with police officers, they were usually put in pairs if they were doing anything dangerous. Julius decided to keep his silence though if only to keep up with the appearance she had for him. What she had said afterward though, made the male arch a brow. The request was rather...simple or well theoretically. It may be hard in practice given the nature of Julius's more... let's say magically inclined duties. That was not even talking about the danger he would face in his more secular life should Julius become notable in the future. Of course, it wasn't like Emile would be able to check on him because she may have his number and know where his office is, his address wasn't exactly on the card. [break][break]
"I'll...try..." the prosecutor eventually stated if only because he couldn't really guarantee. "Things happen." Not that he always got this badly injured. There were days where it was just a few scratches and days where he got more. At the very least, he hasn't broken anything in his body yet so that has got to be something right? "Thank you...for your concerns...though." He finished up the tea and found himself slight shivering as if his body had just registered the difference between its own temperature and the room's. "If..you ever need help..." well she had his card. Although in truth...he kind of hoped she wouldn't call him. People don't exactly call prosecutors when they have good news to tell. There was another short pause before, "I...probably took too much of your time now. Thank you for treating me, Miss Emile."[break][break]
note: sometimes you just gotta kill the a suspect when it looks like they are gonna get out of a sentence -shot-
It was such a ominous response but she suppose things to do with those who broke the law were likely ominous things. She couldn't really fault him for having such a negative response. Still, it would be nice if he took better care of himself. The chances of meeting this person again were slim and she didn't want to one day turn on the new to see the prosecutor on it as someone seriously injured because he was doing whatever dangerous work he was doing tonight. Her concern was appreciated; at the very least, he said it was as a way to be polite. The purple haired woman nodded as she finished her tea.
He was soon finish with his as well, pretty much ending his need to be here. Émilie had bandaged him and given him something to warm his body up. There wasn't really anything else she could offer. She was a medical student, no some grand fighter. All she could do was wish him luck; going out and doing something silly like fighting crime beside him wasn't really something she would ever be capable of.
As he got up from the seat, he started to offer his help since she refused to be paid back. She nodded as she looked at the card in her lap. It was an odd but now she had a friend in the district attorney office. If Callister was around, he would approve of her making meaningful connections even if she couldn't ever explain to her cousin how she got the card of such a man. Still, it was a very specific reason to ever talk to someone like Julius Vesper. “Hopefully, I wouldn't need help from someone in your profession. No offense, of course.” If she was calling him then it meant something terrible happened. The last thing she needed was bad things to happen in her life.
Things were hectic but they were a good type of hectic. She had fun with friends, challenges to overcome with classes, and most importantly she had a loving family she wanted nothing bad to happen to. There was no reason to really need the help of someone like Julius but she would still put his card somewhere safe as a precaution. It was always better to be safe than sorry.
Since they were finished with their drinks, Émilie did the polite thing and saw her guest out. He thanked her once again and apologized for any trouble he might have caused by taking up her time. Quickly, she shook her head and dismissed such a notion. “It was no trouble, Mr. Vesper. I'm happy I could help someone defending the city I love,” she expressed cheerily as she held the door open for him. “Hopefully if we ever run into each other again, it will be on better terms.”
What were the chances of them actually meeting again? With two million citizens roaming the city, she didn't see it as something likely to happen. After all, he just ran into her because he was injured and not paying attention. If he kept his promised, such things would never happen again.
Standing at the door a little longer, she waved him off as he headed to the elevator. “Have a good day,” she called out until he stepped in and left her sight.
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