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.
[attr="class","vpostbg"]"Stop talking like that! You're not useless. I don't want to hear you ever say that again."
Émilie looked up at her friend, speechless. There were very few times that Yvette raised her voice in such a manner towards the purple haired maiden and each time was a shock. In a situation like this – where the world was becoming some horror show – Émilie was beyond useless. The sound of screaming, thunder, and metal against pavement was filling the air and completely destroying her mental state. It was hard to think and even harder to move at the movement. She knew she was a liability in a situation like this.
In an emergency, she was supposed to be calm and keep a level head. Doctors were people who were supposed to be able to help at all times but she couldn't stop her heart from pounding. In fact, it was a bit of a shock to see how relaxed and in charge her friend was. The world felt like it was ending but somehow Yvette had appeared like a heroine and saved her from what Émilie assumed what was about to be her demise; now she was taking charge by telling Julius to watch over her because she was going to hunt him down if something happened. “Y-yvette...” she stammered. Those words made it sound like her friend was going to do something crazy like lure the skeletons towards her and buy them a chance to escape. That was insane!
Before she could truly form words, fog was rolling in and Yvette was yelling for them to run. Immediately, she felt the man grab her hand and pull her along in the opposite direction of the tower. ”Yvette!” she shouted as her friend's body started to disappear in the fog but a weird light shined in that area but immediately get lost and dimmed in the fog.
What happened to her friend?! Her body was moving to keep from falling on the ground and being dragged by Julius but she was still having a hard time keeping pace with him. The man took a sharp turn as they headed towards an alley once out of the fog. Once again, she felt her body being jerked suddenly, time time away from the blade of one of the monster's. Émilie landed hard on the ground, leaving her breathless for a second as she heard the man behind her grunt then the sound of the bat colliding with something. When she turned around, she saw the aftermath.
The skeleton had been destroyed but now Julius was bleeding. “Oh no!” The blood immediately pulled her from her the paralyzing grips of fear back to herself. He helped Émilie to her feet as she went and her first instincts were to look over the man's fresh injury. Grabbing a top layer of the skirt, she ripped the cloth, making a makeshift bandage. Immediately, she forced him to hold his arm out and straight as she tied it over the wound to keep pressure on it and unexposed to the elements. Undead monsters were walking and who knew if they carried airborne diseases. “Mr. Vesper... I'm sorry,” she apologized.
Had she not been so frazzled, this might have not happened. It helped her mind immediately want to do the things she learned in school but she really should have been in a better state of mind to begin with. It was funny how despite getting hurt, he worried about her. “I'm... a little better. When things settle down, I'll look at it properly bu this should help keep the wound from being exposed.” Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath as she tried to keep herself calm. The purple haired masked girl was still shaking but she was better than before. Even if this situation was dire and she might not see tomorrow, there were things she could do to keep someone else safe – to keep people she knew safe.
“Yvette...!”
Her mind seemed to realize what she allowed him to do and wanted to scream. They left her! She didn't have a weapon or anything and they just left her! Looking at the fallen sword that had Julius's blood, she groaned before picking it up. It was a bit heavy but the keyboard that she carried to practice at times was much heavier. “Right! She ran off further into danger. I have to go after her and drag her here,” she started to suggest when her body quickly jumped and she pointed the sword towards two unknown men. One was dressed as a team rocket villain and the other was a clown. They were both, living, breathing people; and one of them even looked a bit familiar. The girl with the sword looked at the man with the lance for a moment then slowly pointed it back at the ground.
”Sorry,” she apologized. It wasn't normal for her to hold something like this or point it at people but given the situation, she expected to forgiven. The man asked if one of them were the lover of the clown and Émilie looked at Julius. ”Lover?” Before she could question things too much, the man said the wrong word causing Émilie to pick the sword back up and point it at the blue haired villain. ”Yvette...” Actually, she didn't have time to be bothered with this.
She needed to go look for Yvette!
Her head turned back towards the foggy area. ”Right. She needs help, but you're bleeding...” Her sense of responsibility and her love of her friend were at odds. There was nothing more she could for Julius but he got hurt protecting her. ”If I go looking for her, will you be okay alone. With the clown who thinks your his boyfriend,” she asked worried. The amount of monster had dwindled down considerably but she still felt like Yvette might be in danger, especially since the fog provided a cover for those skeletons to hide in. Still, Halloween brought out weird people and there was a guy with a weapon and a clown. Leaving him might be bad too. She would wait for what Julius wanted.
TLDR: Emi has recovered from fear status effect. Emi equips sword. Sword is pointed towards Cassian Gérard and ENZO PATEL . Emi is awaiting julius vesper response if it's okay to leave him with weirdos.
[attr="class","vpostbg"]She fell when she collided with the broad male, startling herself more than hurting. Émilie sat wincing for all of a second before a large hand reached down and grabbed her by her weak bicep back to her feet. The small woman felt like one of those toys being carelessly picked up in a crane game. “Ouch,” she moaned to herself before she was face to face with the imposing figure. While Émilie had apologized, it wasn't in the most polite fashion. Either her unintentional rudeness from bumping into him or terrible apology kept the man a little more interested in her as he kept holding her.
The strange man didn't demand a better apology or even introduce himself. His reaction to capturing the frail woman was to suggest they have fun. The purple haired girl looked at him confused. Why did he want to have fun with her? Before she could even ask, he was talking with the other man she had assumed was his friend. The two were talking about weird things, looking to fight each other in what she assumed was games around the arcade. When Émilie questioned it, the other blue haired man explained they didn't know each other at all. “You two aren't acquaintances? How odd. I still feel like I'm intruding.” The way the two talked seemed like competitors but something more how friends would face each other rather than strangers.
Then again, perhaps she didn't know gamer types well. The arcade was really somewhere she didn't spend time. Arcade etiquette wasn't something she knew. It seemed the man she bumped into noticed her confused looks since he suggested going upstairs to try karaoke. The purple haired girl smiled nervously. “Karaoke? Uh... I can't sing that well,” she explained. Émilie really couldn't sing well; that was Yvette's thing. “I have a friend but well...” she explained only for her voice to trail off. Would calling Yvette in a situation like this be smart? Her purple eyes shifted down towards her phone. Her dear friend was way more outgoing and energetic. Yvette was someone who likely could make friends with everyone she met.
This man and his blue haired opposite didn't seem like people that Yvette associated with. Becoming friends with these two men on Yvette's behalf wouldn't work either since the dark haired girl wanted female band members. One of them had long hair but he was very masculine; the one she ran into was one thousand percent manly.
Before she could dissect any advantages, he explained how he would happily treat her since he had the money and he was lonely since he didn't have friends. The money part had no interest since she really didn't care about monetary things. Staying up all night wasn't an option either since she had classes in the morning but she did feel bad if he really was alone and had no friends. Biting her bottom lip, she looked him over. “Is that so? That sounds less than ideal,” she sympathized. While she did exude this dangerous nature, he couldn't be too dangerous if he was willing to admit he was lonely and needed friends. He wanted to get and do something normal and she could understand that desire. Looking at her phone again, she decided not to text Yvette. If he really just wanted company to have a normal night, he might not mind her terrible singing too much.
Though the dangerous man was still interested in the other blue haired guy. On top of that, he kept claiming the man looked familiar even if they were strangers according to the long haired guy's remarks. He commented how he had a nice face and Émilie stared him over for a second. “He does have a very geometrically pleasing facial structure,” she agreed. Did that mean the scary blue haired guy thought he knew the long haired blue haired guy because he knew attractive guys? Émilie started to feel like she was intruding again when the other guy asked if she planned to join them.
”I suppose?” she agreed. They wanted to play something called Kentek but who knew what that meant. “I... rarely ever come to this part. I've never been very good at games. I don't even know what a Ken and a Tek is...” She didn't mind her clueless expression since it was exactly how she felt. Though when the man suggested they should put money, she couldn't help but feel more confused and out of place. Was it really a good idea to hang around these two guys?
She's a medical student. Serious about studying. Takes home stray cat prosecutors when they get beat up by youmas. Also is in a band where the leader is basing them off jpop bands. [break][break]
I don't know how we will meet or mix it up, but me my friend!
[attr="class","vpostbg"]He gave her a confused look but the rude boy didn't take any actions to leave the area. She just stood there with her arms folded and a deep frown as she looked at the unhealthy subject. It was ashamed she wouldn't be able to see if her analysis of his health was correct or not. With a nurse's aide coming here, there was no need for her to watch over the reckless boy. Someone with more professional experience would be able to care for him; it was for the best since his attitude bothered her and Emilie's presence didn't seem to make anything better.
The cart finally arrived and she waved it down only for her to hear him groaning behind her. Why was he so against being helped? The purple haired girl wasn't even going to be the one treating him and he still had such a bad attitude. As the aide parked, she explained the exhausted patient would need assistance and he immediately protested. In fact, the lie of him being fine was once against delivered and she rolled her eyes. ”He's not. He fainted.” Another loud shout bellowed from the rude male as he suggested that he was just tired.
He was so tired that he took naps in the dead grass covered in leaves with his back dropped and books astray because he meant for all that – it couldn't be that he fainted. Émilie sighed as she rubbed her temples. “If you think it's simply tiredness than you'll be allowed to rest in the nurse's station,” she explained, trying to see if logic would make him quiet down. “If it's due to blood sugar or thyroid issues, they'll be able to help you with a drink till you're feeling less dizzy. Either way, it's the safest suggestion.” Alerting the university something was wrong would get someone to look after him so they wouldn't be liable for something terrible happening to him on their campus.
Émilie's attempts to reason with the ignorant male didn't work. He whined the whole time. “Don't be so incredulous in the face of help,” she groaned. It didn't matter. Once he was in the cart, the aide thanked her for her assistant before driving off with the exhausted stranger.
Thank the gods he was someone else's problem now.
“Sigh...” she complained. Her body felt tense from having to deal with such a disagreeable person for so long. She rolled her shoulder before looking at her phone. She was late for class now. “Well then, hopefully I didn't miss too much,” she whispered to herself as she continued her way to class.
[attr="class","vpostbg"]He took a few wobbly steps and complained that he was fine. Émilie followed behind but from a large enough distance that if he did fall she wouldn't be there to help him from hitting the ground. “Definitely not fine,” she countered easily. If he was trying to fool somebody then he really should have tried someone who didn't know how the human body worked. The symptoms she could see from being around him for such a limited time made it easy to see though his bravado.
The lies continued, however. He had stopped and leaned against a moral as he continued to insist that he was fine. Meanwhile, a hand reached for his head so he was either dizzy or he had a headache. It was another point for the categories of dehydration, hypothyroidism, and hypoglycemia. A loud, exasperated sigh escaped her lips. “You won't.” If he did continue pushing himself then she wouldn't be calling the campus nursing center but a real ambulance since he would likely need to be monitored to make sure he didn't have a concussion on top of everything else.
The male let out a loud groan as he seemed to finally gave up and turned to her for advice. She didn't like being called Miss Doctor Stalker since she wasn't a doctor or stalker. Émilie wasn't a doctor or a stalker. If she was a doctor then she would demand a whole lot more respect than this boy was likely capable of. That was beside the point. “Wait about five minutes...” she told him, explaining nothing. Like a responsible adult, she had already assessed the situation and took steps to make sure he would receive aid.
Within give minutes, a small golf cart like vehicle came towards them. Émilie made sure to wave the man down so he knew that they were the people he was looking for. He parked beside them, causing her to sigh in relief as a human with manners might have shown up. “If you could please help me with assisting him into the cart, that would be lovely. He has fainted once already,” she explained. There was likely to be protests or him attempting to fight off the help since he seemed to be a grumpy and prideful creature. Still, getting him in the cart so they could be driven to the nurse's station was the first step to getting rid of her like he wanted. All he had to do was get proper care and she would have no reason to worry and he could go and become someone else's problem.
[attr="class","vpostbg"]It was fairly late and instead of heading straight home, Émilie was headed to the Royal Crown. It was a place she visited frequently since Roselia was now indebted to the own thanks to Yvette's less than amazing negotiation skills. It was also a place she liked to go for a nice snack when she didn't feel like cooking. The Fruits Parlor offered some nice pastries plus it had a good internet connection she could hook up her tablet or laptop with so she could study while eating pastries or a parfait. Sweet treats with long, trite study sessions made things a little easier to absorb.
At least, she pretended the sugar rush helped.
Like usual, the first floor of the Royal Crown was loud and overcrowded. There were different people grouping around different machines. Even more people flocked to the arcade late in the day and that was fine by Émilie. She wasn't planning on staying in this area. The purple haired girl liked places like the second floor best and on occasion went up to the third floor. Thanks to Yvette, she would end up on the highest level more often but that was another story for another time. Still, being here reminded her of her friend and so she shout the other girl a text as she tried to maneuver though the crowd.
It was a little funny that she had warned her friend about doing something like trying to walk around while on the phone. While Émilie wasn't going to walk into an incoming car, being distracted caused her to run face first into the back of some man. The tiny girl bounced off him like a rubber ball and caused her to stumble back a bit and fall to the ground. Immediately, she felt her cheeks blush in embarrassment at what she done as she picked herself off the dirty floor and dust off her skirt.
When she looked up at the strange man she had run into, she felt a bit more concerned. “Excuse me, very tall and ominous looking man,” she apologized. Was that an apology or an insult? She didn't mean it as an insult but an apology but his threatening stares made her feel out of place. “I... uh...” she stumbled. What was she supposed to say to a person like this? Honesty was always the best policy, right? ”I was very distracted and not on the look out for people I should obvious avoid.” That was completely honest that it probably bordered on offensive.
Her eyes shifted at the other man who seemed to smirking in this manner that made her feel uneasy. Luckily, he attention was on the large man but this whole situation felt a bit bad. There was some type of odd tension in the air and it might have just been the natural state of a place like this. This was why she didn't belong on this level of the Royal Crown! ”Uh, you two look... occupied with one another. So I apologize once again and will be on me way...”
[attr="class","vpostbg"]Émilie didn't like this person; she didn't know his name and she really didn't want learn it. His general attitude was poor and it rubbed her the wrong way. Her eyes closed as she exhaled slowly. Despite her annoyance, she didn't leave but she didn't answer him. This annoying boy could bark at her all she wanted. There was no rule saying a doctor had to like the people they helped. Something was clearly wrong with this boy and Émilie was simply trying to determine if this was something she needed to worry about or not.
Instead of talking to him like a normal person and expressing concern, she decided to study him like a test case. Her violet eyes scanned his body as he yawned and started to limp away. “Uneven distribution of body weight,” she comment. “Obvious signs of fatigue.” Turning around, she grabbed her backpack and started digging out her phone so she could take proper notes instead it all being mental notes. ”Mood swings,” she added as she rubbed her thumb and index finger together to feel the lack of natural oils on the finger that made contact with his neck. “Fainting and clammy skin.”
The light assessment pointed to a few different possibilities. Vasovagal Syncope. The boy could have had fainting spells which was very dangerous to let him simply walk off alone. Such a thing was usually related to other health factors but she didn't have a full medical history in front of her along with a list of medications he was on so she wouldn't know. The symptoms could also be hypothyroidism or hypoglycemia but both needed blood test to confirm. Émilie sighed. The simplest answer was exhaustion and dehydration but it really didn't matter.
All the choices pointed towards a high probability that he would collapse under his own weight from pushing himself to act tough or simply faint again as he body lacked the energy to support his abrupt movements. The girl sighed as she started scrolling though her phone, asking a classmate to take notes for her since there was an emergency she might have to deal with soon.
Meanwhile, the grumpy boy seemed bothered that she was still around, watching him. “Don't mind me. I'm waiting for you to lose consciousness again due to extreme physical exhaustion,” she commented as wondered if she should call a car to come get her so he could be taken to somewhere on campus. The nurse's office would be a good place to take him so he could lie somewhere and get something like juice to help his blood sugar recover. She hummed lightly. When he collapsed, she definitely should call a car.
[attr="class","vpostbg"]Like expected, the moment Yvette read her message, she turned around and saw the purple haired girl there. She smiled and offered a friendly wave. Immediately, the dark haired girl protested, suggesting that she wasn't going to do something like walk in traffic just because she was engrossed in her phone. The purple haired girl shrugged her shoulders as she looked up, recalling things talked about in class. “There have been news incidents about people our age too busy on their phones walking into street posts and even being hit by cars.” Teenagers and young adults could somehow zone out and get hurt. There were incidents with simple social media things and even certain phone applications that pulled attention so much that people simply stopped paying attention to the real world. Things like that sounded so scary that Émilie had pretty much lacked an online presence.
A second later, the older girl tackled her as she hugged the unsuspected Émilie. Giggling, she hugged he friend back and smiled as Yvette gave her space again. ”Hello to you too.” Immediately, she started to express her concern she felt getting a message from Émilie. Yvette's mind automatically assumed it would be a cancellation message. If she wanted to play a cruel joke, perhaps she might do such a thing if her friend was lost online on her phone again but Emi wasn't really one to be mean to her friends.
Émilie had a packed schedule and she let her friends know. There was little time for herself unless being at home studying was concerned alone time. “Always swamped. It's kinda the life I chose to lead though. Busy, busy,” she agreed, waving the whole thing off. It wasn't like anyone but herself was pushing her to be in medical school or have a full load of classes. Yvette also never forced her to be in Roselia though she did have the biggest puppy eyes when asking her to join. “But I'm never too busy for hanging with my favorite friends.” Those puppy eyes were hard to deny but she genuinely liked being around the other two girls. The three of them had fun and really, the good times and memories she had with Yvette and Sierra were enough to justify the jam packed schedule.
At least it was the weekend. Today, she didn't have classes so meeting up for with her friends for lunch was a normal thing someone her age would do. It was good to do normal things and meeting up with Roselia was normal for Émilie.
Though, Roselia was a trio and right now they were only a duo. Her eyes shifted from the raven haired beauty as she scanned the crowd. “But uh, where's Cici?” The purple haired girl looked around puzzled for a second. If anything, she expected the two girls to be together since they lived with one another. A few seconds later, she heard her friend shouting as she ran to catch up and apologize. “Sierra! You're right on time by my account,” she assured her as Yvette took a guess as to why the blue haired girl was a little late. The sleepiest member of the band did have a hard time getting out of bed.
Now that they were assembled, Yvette felt she could reveal just why they were at the Royal Crown and needed to bring their game faces. The little speech started with compliments. They made a fairly good band at the moment though such an opinion was bias, obviously. Still, the medical student couldn't stop herself from blushing lightly at the comment. Despite the chemistry they had, their leader felt they needed more. Research had let Yvette to realize she needed a guitarist and a drummer to make this trio a full girl band. “A guitarist...?” She looked at Sierra immediately. Was a bass guitar really so different from a different type of guitar? Either way, they were here to look for candidates and Yvette came equipped with fliers.
The moment Émilie saw the flier, she forced herself to smile, albeit, uneasily. It was three stick fingers on a sheet fo paper and it was somewhat easy for her to tell who was supposed to be who but anyone who was outside of Roselia wouldn't know what that meant. “Interesting design choice...” she coughed as she looked at the blue haired girl for support on what to say. Something like this really seemed like a bad idea to pass out if they hoped to get people to take them seriously, let alone join. The purple haired girl coughed again as she closed her eyes and tried to sound logical but polite. ”I don't think the fly properly conveys that we're looking for two new members for our band member that is university age.” She wasn't sure what the fly said about them.
At the most, it said their graphic designer drew like a kindergartner.
It was best to search without the flier even though Yvette seemed so very proud of her drawing. The three could hand out fliers (despite Émilie's strong feelings against such a thing) but in exchange, they would have to perform here. There was a karaoke bar here but she didn't think a place like that needed a band. It made her wonder just what Yvette had agreed to on their behalf.
Still, the task seemed easy enough – look for two new female members. A second later, Yvette was pulling out a stack of fliers. Despite knowing they would need someone who could do something a bit more professional, she still made several copies. “So you want a drummer, guitarist, and a manager. That shouldn't be too hard to find,” she said cheerily. It was probably better to look online but there was nothing wrong with doing things the less technological way.
Compliments started flying from Yvette again, this time way more embarrassing than before. Yvette seemed to have some stereotypes she thought the girls fit in and Émilie was supposed to be the sweetheart. The comment made her stiffen and blush as she looked away. “Sweet nature?” That didn't really describe. Émilie was too blunt to be sweet. The girl looked increasing uncomfortable at the compliment. Sierra was cool but she definitely was some sweetheart of the band. “I think you're giving me too much credit, Yves...” It only begged the question of what types of personalities was she looking for in a guitarist and drummer and what personality type did Yvette thing she personified?
The older girl was so hopeful and excited, it was hard to say no. Besides, even if this was suppose to be a group decision, Yvette had pretty much worked everything out to the point there was no way to deny her. “I'll try my best,” she agreed, giving up way too easily. Émilie took the stack of fliers that Yvette had made for her, causing her to stare at the little stick figure again. This really wasn't the best idea.
“Also, you sure you want to pay for lunch? I could easily cover it and I don't mind,” she added. It wasn't that Royal Crown was expensive; Émilie felt bad any time someone else did things for her. Treating her to lunch was something small but the feeling of being indebted made her feel anxious.
She heard her name being shouted by a familiar voice. Was she dreaming? Her eyes opened to see her savior not only appear and take out the immediate threat with ease with a bat but also come down to the the purple haired girl's level and offer her a comforting squeeze. “Yvette!” she shouted as she collapsed into the older girl's chest and hugged her neck tightly.
Why YVETTE YAMAMOTO was here and why she had a bat all didn't matter. Right now, the thing she cared about the most was her friend actually being in front of her. “Oh Yvette,” she whimpered in a softer tone. Her friend was here so everything was alright and there was less of a reason to be scared. At least, her brain was trying to tell her body that but Émilie still felt so stiff. Her eyes shifted from her friend's black locks back at the crowd of bony hoodlums that seemed to causing havoc with no end in sight.
Closing her eyes, she hugged her friend tighter as her closed her eyes again. Every time she actually got a good look at her surroundings, her body felt like it was going to give out. This whole situation was worse than any nightmare the purple haired keyboardist had ever had before. “I... this...!” she stuttered as words failed to come out. Usually, she was articulate and logical but right now both qualities seemed to be missing. Her body was shaking and she couldn't push herself to even get to her feet at the moment.
Another voice called out behind her, suggesting they get out of here. That voice! She knew that voice too! Émilie's head snapped to the side as she looked at another familiar person. “Julius...?” Why was julius vesper here? That man had a tendency to find danger if he was getting beat up dealing with his job and now in this real life horror movie. Her eyes squeezed close tighter as she grasp on Yvette loosened. “I don't understand this at all.”
Émilie didn't understand how skeletons could walk without muscles to keep the bones attached, let alone wield weapons. She didn't understand why her dear friend and the stranger from the other day had appeared like heroes to save her from her demise. Most importantly, she didn't understand why this was happening to the city. The purple haired girl had lived in New Paris for all of her life and not once did terrible things like this happen!
The moment Yvette got to her feet, the scared woman took a few deep breathes as she stayed crouched. She wanted to get to her feet and escape like Julius suggested but her legs felt so weak and her nerves were completely gone. ”I... I don't think I can,” she informed them both. There was no way she could really run when she was paralyzed in fear like this. ”I'm too scared.” Émilie was so useless and she knew it. Her brain kept yelling at her. She had to get up! She needed to run and get somewhere safe! Such a thing seemed out of her power at the moment.
”I-I'm useless. Please, just run and get somewhere safe without me!” she screamed. There was no way she wanted her dearest friend to get hurt on her account. Julius also made a very poor promise to keep himself safe. Nobody needed to get hurt trying to keep her safe when she couldn't even find the energy to safe herself.
TLDR: Emi is still useless and not doing anything but clinging to Yvette and stopping Yvette and Julius from using magic in front of her. Your welcome for the handicap and damsel.
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.
[attr="class","vpostbg"]Palais-Bourbon was such a lovely district. Most of Émilie's youth was spent around the area since it was where her family's estate was located. It had some of the best shops and cafes. Her apartment was close to Saint Elbandia University but the beautiful statues and morals that decorated Vaugirard were still nothing compared to the architecture and simple charm of Palais-Bourbon. Callister was holding a masquerade ball at a restaurant in the Eiffel Tower. Since Roselia wasn't doing anything for the holiday, it was best to spend the holiday with loved ones – especially since she knew being around them would be something boring and stuffy compared to scary if she hung around people from university.
Émilie didn't really care for Halloween since it encompassed so many things she didn't care about. She didn't like horror movies or scary things and they seemed plentiful this time of year. She didn't like rude people and children were dreadful as they liked to play cruel tricks for no reason since it was in season; illogical people were also just as bad and lots of weird nonsensical superstitions seemed to be on people's minds. On top of it all, Émilie didn't like hard candies and as a child, she remembered people giving out such things way too much.
Halloween just wasn't her idea of fun so being in a house full of people wearing nice clothes and elaborate masks was fine by her since nothing about the party would be spooky. Since tonight was supposed to be a nice night and she'd be spending most of her time indoors, she didn't feel so bad about wearing an outfit that might not be in season. The dress was cut short in the front though the many layers and bustle made the dress look rather large and puffed in the back. It was ordained with cute little violet flowers just like her hair. In terms of style, it was likely something Yvette would appreciate compared to her normal attire since the leader of Roselia was also into fashion. It was something that would have fit in with the crowd she was supposed to be socializing with; had she made it to the party then she would have been pretty happy to show off the beautiful dress to her cousin.
Unfortunately, that didn't happen. The calm, cloudless night had shifted quickly and by the time the driver had dropped her off in front of her destination, ominous clouds seemed to cover the area. So when a bolt of lightning crashed in front of the tower, the young purple haired girl was sent into a complete panic. Immediately, she crouched as she closed her eyes and covered her ears. Lightning storms were another thing she absolutely dreaded. Her heart was racing out of her chest as she cowered in front of the tower.
Her legs felt weak and she wanted to run to the tower to her cousin's arms where she could at least be comforted but the moment she peaked to see if things were safe, she saw hordes of scary costumed skeletons – except they couldn't be costumes. Logically speaking, there was no way a skeleton could walk since there were no muscles to hold bones together; yet these monstrosities weren't large enough to be costumed people. She could see right though them even though they were carrying weapons. The dark skies were still swirling overhead and the sounds of thunder crackled in the sky.
The moment she saw one swipe its weapon at a child, her brain told her everything she needed to know. Émilie was in danger and she needed to run. Her body didn't listen to her brain as she still felt paralyzed in fear. Closing her eyes again, she wished this was a bad dream. She wished she was at home in a blanket reading a book, ignoring the holiday. The purple haired girl wished for anything that wasn't this. She couldn't even see the two skeletons brandishing weapons coming towards her, ready to chop the easy prey down.
TLDR: Émilie is cowering near the Eiffel Tower, about to be killed by two skeletons, being a unless scared civilian.
[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.
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.”
[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?
[attr="class","vpostbg"]There was a collapsed, unconscious boy lying down in the cold. He went to school here because there was books and other telltale signs of him being a student. As a good citizen, Émilie had immediately checked on the boy because he could have passed out for a number of reasons. There could have been a head injury, low blood pressure, low blood sugar, or just his body temperature dropping dangerously low that would have him out like this. People didn't go around lying on the ground almost the dead autumn leaves.
And yet, the moment she showed concern, the boy's eyes flickered open and she was immediately met with disgust and complaints. Under her breath, she cursed her fate. Rude people were far from her favorite. The purple hair girl had a disdain for those who were unnecessarily rude and ill-mannered but she didn't react to this boy's obvious crude behavior Instead, she studied as he moved.
His reactions were slow but it was possible the grogginess of sleep was causing it. It was when his face contorted to show he was in pain that she knew something was wrong. ”You are rude and a liar,” she said bluntly as he moved and got himself up. Slowly, Émilie lifted her feet as she watched him get his belongings and claim he messed up. She agreed that the messed up but she wasn't sure what he meant. The groan he made could have been in pain or it could have been a reaction to stress. It was hard to tell.
At this rate, she was going to be late to her lecture trying to dissect his reactions. Still, it was best to watch him since he didn't look healthy. ”If you messing up is related to class, I'm sure any professor will understand if you're late or miss a class due to poor health,” she added as she stared at him. Was he younger or was he just an undergraduate? She had no idea but she also didn't plan to ask things like that. It really didn't matter. What mattered was to make sure he didn't collapse again the moment she turned her back.
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