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"]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 name sounded fancy like it it should have been some shopping center for the prettiest of dresses or tiara but it was just an entertainment area. People from university frequently ended up there. In her undergrad days, Émilie had sent a few times at the Fruits Parlor, eating pastries and doing group projects. The atmosphere was very relaxed even if the place was pretty loud, especially on the first floor. So when she got a message from Yvette, it took a moment to decode it all.
🔥💪🎤👏 🎸🎹😏💜 Today's the day! Meet me at Royal Crown And bring your game faces!
Thank goodness words came after all the emojis. While Emi was younger, she apparently wasn't hip enough to decipher the meaning of life or messages through emojis. In fact, she stared at the whole thing a little more than she would ever admit to. What did fire and a flexing arm have to do with the Royal Crown? The microphone stood for Yvette, the guitar was Sierra, and Émilie was the keyboard but that was the only easy thing. There was also the question of why there was purple colored heart instead of a normal red one.
The purple haired girl groaned to herself for a moment then sighed. It really didn't matter what hidden message was in the emojis since the keyboard of Royal Crown was there and it meant she needed to go there. As for the game faces, she hoped the plan wasn't to go spend it at the arcade. Yvette was very overzealous at times but it was because she rather loved the idea of becoming a large band. Meanwhile, Roselia was something she joined up because she thought it would be fun. The two other girls were great and she rather enjoyed their company but Émilie was a medical student. Technically, she hoped to become a doctor one day, not a world famous keyboard. Even back in the day of high school where she played the piano and had to perform at recitals, she didn't have some hopes of people finding her so talented and wanting to hear her play.
At the same time, Yvette's passion was a little overwhelming and contagious. She wanted the group to succeed somehow while still allowing her time to student and give into the demanding hours university required. It was a terrible thing to balance but time with Roselia was more fun than stressful so it all worked out.
Except when she had to code messages from Yvette...
Émilie arrived to see her friend staring at her phone, probably spamming more things poor Emi couldn't understand. Smirking, she pulled out her phone and sent her friend a quick message. It's dangerous to be so enthralled in your phone you don't notice things around you. She waited for Yvette to suddenly get the message since she was right behind the girl. If and when Yvette turned around, Emi would greet with a friendly smile and a wave. Hopefully, Sierra understand the message too and wouldn't get deterred by trying to figure out what everything meant like Émilie.
[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.
[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.
[attr="class","vpostbg"]Today was going to be a long and busy day. There were too lectures she needed to go two on top of practice and a dinner with Callister and his wife Louise. The dinner tonight would be fine since it was just her family though she rarely wanted to go out after practice. Émilie simply wanted a moment to herself to unwind but that never was going to come with her schedule. As time went on, it was going to get worse. Medical school was going to get more and more demanding and she would have to balance that with family obligations and things with Roselia.
There was always the option of dropping out but that was a lie. The last thing she wanted was to give up on anything. Her family was important and silly little dinners to spend time around each other was fine by her and really weren't stressful. The restaurants Callister chose were just too fancy. Time with Roselia was really fun. Yvette was a great singer and after years of playing classical music, it was nice for Emi to use her talents for something different.
Émilie definitely didn't want to drop out of school either. Doctors were important, especially good ones. It just meant she needed to somehow find some way to deal with the hectic schedule. Perhaps there was some type of super coffee?
She was in her own head when she walked by a boy collapsed on the ground. His bags were scattered messily around as he laid on the ground. It was autumn and people didn't usually go lying around on the dead ground. Looking around, she scanned the area to see if someone knew this person or if she was reading the situation wrong. Did she really stumble on someone passed out? Setting her backpack down, Émilie walked over to the boy and crouched down. She placed her slender fingers again his neck, checking to see how strong his pulse was. He didn't look all that well. The boy looked disheveled and it was cold out side so it was hard to think he was just taking a nap. Luckily, he had a normal pulse but his breathing was shallow.
Did he need proper medical attention? Closing her eyes, she sighed lightly. Today really was going to be a long and busy day.
► Comes from a family with lots of money. [break][break] ► Parents died when she was young and has lived with her aunt and uncle that she sees them like parents and her older cousin as a big brother. [break][break] ► Because her parents died from a car accident, she wants to become a doctor to save lives since she thinks the surgeons her parents had failed her. [break][break]
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