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","stylishtext"] A sequence of blinks ensued before she turned to look at the flyer once more. Well, maybe Emi did have a point. The flyer, while in her own opinion, did a splendid job of conveying the band and all of their splendor. It wasn't in her career pathway to make flyers. Her graphic design skills were... not up to par with her fashion skills. Even if she tried her best to make something that would attract the masses to them as a whole... it probably could have been done by someone who... was skilled in the art. "Mm, you may have a point." But, what was she going to do with all of these flyers now? Yvette made all these copies. And on such sturdy paper too! Ah, darn. A sigh left her lips before she shifted gears. Eyes honing into the stick figure rendering of Sierra. "Mm, no. I was going for a cool aesthetic and look. Your hair's always nice and vibrant. Even when you roll out of bed." With a grin, Yvette shot the bassist a nod. Happy that she agreed to the passing out of the flyers. [break][break] "Nonono," head snapped back to Emi. "I'll pay~ I did summon you two on short notice. It's the least I could do, right?" A smile of warmth curled at her lips before she turned her attention to Sierra. "The biggest jambon beurres~ although, I heard they have a fruit salad that's to die for... so maybe I'll try that." The Royal Crown was known for having daily specials. Assuming that the fruit salad was on the menu today, then maybe she'd give it a try. Grabbing a jambon beurres would be more optimal though. Something to bring home and munch on later. "A nice tea sounds heavenly right now..." mm, the quicker they distribute these flyers, the quicker they could grab lunch. Alright! So the mission was set! And with all of the passerby's, they should be done in no time! [break][break] Divvying out a stack to each present, Yvette made sure to split them evenly. "Alright! So we're off to find a guitarist, a drummer and a mana—" wait what? A manager? "Do you think we'll find someone equipped to be a manager around here?" Eys took a moment to survey the area, turning her attention back to Emi shortly afterward. "I mean, a guitarist maybe. A drummer, perhaps. But I don't think someone with the credentials to be a manager would just... spend their free time at Royal Crown." Well, actually... "strike that, Emi might be onto something." This was a hotspot, after all. An unturned rock just waiting to reveal the gems underneath. "And a manager!" [break][break] That would certainly be an interesting find. [break][break] "If we split up, we can cover more ground. Leave no person empty handed girls~" A wink of charisma was given to the wonderful two. Ensuring them they would find nothing but success in their venture. "Meet back here when you've given out your flyers... and then lunch time~ maybe we can hit the arcade too if we have time?" Yvette had only seen the collection of lights and laughter whenever she was on her way out of the door. Not once had she decided to step foot inside. Even though it always seemed quite tempting to do so. [break][break] There was always a first time for everything. "Oh, or maybe we can hunt down a studio?" So many options. "Anyway, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it. Let's go grab those last two members." Yvette looked to her precious friends and ave them one last grin. "Aaaaand break!" [break][break] And with that, she darted off. Ready to slap flyers into the hands of anyone she came across.
[attr="class","stylishtext"] Oh, how unfortunate. Whomever that guy was that Hitomi seemed to be fighting for had so easily turned tail and left her side. If those were the types of men she went for... good luck to her. Yvette surely couldn't see herself parading the streets with a liability. She was more of the assets, type of girl. But, to each their own. With the shrug of her shoulders, she turned tail and ducked back into the crevice of the two buildings. Her fog slowly taking its leave as she strolled through at a leisurely pace. Taking sight to the fallen skeletons that laid within the ruins of a makeshift battlefield. These had to be a combination of she and... that guy. She had almost forgotten that she left Emi in the hands of some stranger! Alright, time to move. Yvette refused to leave her precious friends in the arms of a complete and utter strang—Snap! [break][break] Eyes widened as her personal field of gravity evoked a sudden wobble. The heel of her right stiletto snapped from underneath her. Causing a very ugly shift in posture. And an even uglier glare at the heel as it laid dead next to the remains of skeletons past. "Grrrrrr," the audible disdain was mumbled as both shoes were removed from her feet and tossed aside. Gross, she would have to walk around the streets barefoot. Hues rolled and a sigh left her lips before she continued onward towards the exit of the alley. Leaning downward to pilfer a fallen skeletons sword and shield before exiting. Highly doubting that she would be able to freely use her magic from here on out, she needed some form of defensive measures. And, oddly enough, the sword and shield didn't feel odd to hold. In fact, her digits coiled about the blade in a rather familiar manner. [break][break] Head turned towards the tower, with no sight of Emi or the stranger present, a sigh of minimal relief left her lips before she took to darting towards where she hoped, the two would have been. Having left them means for escape and all. She figured the guy wasn't dense enough to go another direction... right? "All I wanted to do, was go to a party. That's it." But instead, it seemed as though she would be out playing gladiator. Trading in heels and solo cups, for blades and blood. Which... sounded like a horror film in itself. Had their lives not been in danger, Yvette was sure the mass public would have been head over heels for the skeletons. But alas, this was a real danger. And she wanted to get Emi, out of it. [break][break] So onward she went. Traversing the plain of the unknown until two figures caught her attention. One being looked to be a clown of some sort? (Cassian Gérard) Interesting choice of Halloween costume. And then the other. A familiar blue haired male with lance in hand (ENZO PATEL). And, while neither of them was who she came to see, In the midst of them, she did manage to pinpoint her purple-haired gal pal. "Emi!" She called forth, darting over to the girl (Émilie Cadence) and wrapping arms around her body and giving her another warm embrace. "Let me look at you," she took a step back, giving Emi a scrutinous look over. Aside from the ripped skirt, which she soon realized was used as a makeshift bandage, Emi looked to have been fine. Physically, that is. "Okay, you're good." And... she had a sword? "What were you planning on doing with that?" Oh, wait... she turned to face the stranger from before (julius vesper), "thank you for keeping her safe." [break][break] Eyes fixated back to Emi. Then towards the two others. One carrying a nice weapon in tow. The other... still a clown. "Well... I guess there is safety in numbers..." Too many people. Not enough magic opportunity. Great. Though she managed to cut a glance at the male from before (julius vesper), she still had questions. What a ragtag team this was.
[attr="class","stylishtext"] These dreams... they were growing more and more alarming with each passing night. Towards their initial arrival, Yvette had thought them to all have been the cause of an overactive imagination running wild without restraint. When she laid her head to rest and closed her eyes; her dreams took over almost immediately. Even if it began as something remotely normal, it wouldn't take long before the scenery shifted. Drastic changes. From city to lush forests. Or, on occasion, pillars and marble structures. She'd find herself walking about these places as if she had lived there before. She knew the in's and out's. Where all of the other faceless beings resided. They seemed to be friendly, they waved to her. And upon waving back, she would catch glimpses of attire that she had never seen before. Yet, felt as though she had? Or well, should, to be precise. However, in the lush greenery of whatever forest her dreams whisked her away too; it was battle. Chasing creatures. Firing arrows and slaying them. Maybe alarming wasn't the right word? [break][break] "Yvette!" Captivating, was more like it. "Huh? Oh, sorry." She had spaced out again. Thinking about those dreams again. A bashful grin coated her lips before a matching giggle left her lips. "I heard you, though. That sounds like a good plan to me." She stood outside with a group of her classmates. Holding their books with backpacks loosely situated against their shoulders, the talk of a school assignment had been the prior conversation before Yvette zoned out to... greener pastures. "It'll only take an hour to get the groundwork done." Or well, so she assumed. The project itself was rather lengthy. But with the group she had been assigned to, Yves had no worries that it wouldn't be done effectively and efficiently. As if she would let it be done any other way. Her grade point average was nothing to fool around with. She was soon to graduate and wanted all the perks that came with being in the top percentile of her class. [break][break] If any... that is. "Great! We'll meet tom—" The other female student suddenly stopped mid-thought when something affronted her ankle. The gaggle of girls turned downward in unison and all laid eyes to what seemed to be a stray notebook of some sort. "Oh? What's this?" The girl leaned down and scooped up the notebook into her possession. Flipping it open, her eyes began skimming a page while Yvette, took to following an invisible trail. Locking sights with a brunet male who seemed to be collecting scattered things from the ground. Deductive reasoning would lead her to believe that the notebook within her classmate's hands, belonged to him. "Don't be nosy," with a quick swipe, she took hold of the notebook and shook her head. "I'll see you girls tomorrow." Eyes motioning towards the boy, her friends all nodded in unison. Waving Yves goodbye as she strolled over to him. [break][break] "Does this belong to you, perhaps?" [break][break] He would first take notice to a pair of black oxfords. As his eyes roamed upwards, black thigh high socks would decorate her legs. Followed by a high waist black skirt with suspender attachments. Finally, a white long sleeved blouse tucked within and trestles of brown curls hanging downward. Oh, and a smile. "Need a hand?" Yvette would kneel down, arms reaching out to collect some of the stray objects that were close to her before bringing them together and offering them back up to the male. "You didn't fall and hurt yourself, did you?"
[attr="class","stylishtext"] The blonde's response to the monetary offering was met with another moment of silence. The glare that Yvette wore against her countenance was now accompanied by a dastardly scowl. Eyelids lowered, and the stare began to bore into the frame of the girl she stood in front of. If only for a brief moment. The way her response was worded, it was rather open-ended. On one hand, the girl could have meant nothing harmful or catty by the comment. Alluding to a financial standing or 'daddy's credit-card' lifestyle, in somewhat of a polite manner. However, the adverse would have been an underhanded insult. As if to say that she knew well that she was loaded. And Yvette using money would be a useless venture. An endless supply of funding or something to that effect. And, if that were the case, the nerve of this wench. Yves may not have been rich, but she had a steady flow of income. Enough to pay her bills on time and still have money left over to do with what she wanted. And, if that meant tossing a stack at this girl for something that she wanted—... she was getting ahead of herself. A step back was needed. [break][break] "Splendid idea." She chose to speak on the idea of doing research on the band. Tossing her other, nefarious thoughts aside, for the time being. "Anyway," hues rolled, "money isn't the only means or payment or trade. I don't know you well enough to offer you and personalized service. That's why I suggested money. But, since you don't need it, I'll retract my offer." Insufferable clone. She was really going to make obtaining this CD a task akin to pulling teeth. And for a band, she didn't even know! How infuriating. Whatever game she was playing here, Yvette wanted no parts of it. Just pass up the CD and may they part ways. Never to cross paths again. Though... maybe this was the girl's plan all along? From stealing her look, to now trying to absorb her likes and interests? A full-fledged body snatcher! Hm, could she have been...? No, no that couldn't be. [break][break] Hand rose, index and thumb pinching a loose strand of hair and twirling it about in waiting. The soles of her oxfords tapping against the floor while she waited. Whatever it took to get this CD, she would do. Within reason, of course. Worse came to worse, she could just try and hunt it down on the internet. It... it'd probably cost an arm and a leg. But! She had the money for it! She'd... just have to work a few extra shifts at Chateaux. But that was no big deal. That just meant her check would be much heftier than before. A win-win, honestly. "So if it isn't money you need," extra emphasis, "what is it you want?" There had to be something. Everybody had a price, Yvette just needed to find this girl's magic number. [break][break] Oh? Maybe she would. [break][break] A brow rose in intrigue, listening onward as the blonde began the spiel of her idea. To with which, as it progressed, sounded as if Yvette would just end up being some sort of last resort. The. Absolute. Nerve. Of this bitch. Teeth clamped down against one another. Grinding together like gears for a moment while her brow twitched. "I'll have you know that I am in fact, a singer."Wench."The vocalist of an up and coming band, no less."Clone."I'm no one's last resort. I'm not just 'anything you can get', either."Dopelganer! With abandon, Yvette shot an index finger towards the blonde, turquoise hues making way for daggers to form within jewel-like irises. "The nerve of you to think of me as some last resort!!" Strangle her. No. No, don't. Too many witnesses. If she wanted to throttle the basketcase, she'd have to do it in secret. [break][break] But... the CD. "You condes—" idea. "Fine. I'll do your little charity event." If this was what it took to get the CD, then so be it. But she would have the last laugh. Not only would she showcase her vocals, but it'd be great exposure for Roselia in general. Garnering more fans and... wait, what was this charity even for, exactly? "What kind of charity?" Actually, strike that. "Never mind," a palm fanned off the thought. "It doesn't matter, I'll be there." But not before she secured her payment. "I do more than sing. I perform. Rest assured your event will be nothing less than excellent." A flip of Yvette's hair ended the affirmation to her assessment of skill and prowess. [break][break] Now. Give her the damn CD!!
[attr="class","stylishtext"] Wh-what?? Nononono! She wasn't supposed to be moved to keep the CD! Didn't she just hear how passionate Yvette spoke about Class black? Wouldn't that have prompted anyone to give her the CD instead?? That was the complete adverse reaction that the black-haired maiden sought out for. It was already a slap in the face that the blonde hadn't heard of them. Another, that she missed her swipe at the CD so easily. But a third slap to the face? Really? This... this wasn't happening. "Listen," a stern index finger was shot forth. Freehand moving to prop itself against her hip. Standard nagging and or scolding pose in place. "I've waited a long time... a very long time to get my hands on this CD. And if you think I'm just going to let you walk away with it, you're wrong." Brows furrowed, knitting close together as she gave the blonde clone a stare. "A snowball has a better chance in hell." Each word spoken with a matter of fact tone seasoning the tone. [break][break] Now that she was finished, Yvette pulled away from the girl and folded her arms across her chest. Stare still ensuing, brows still furrowed. "A huge fan, yes." She nodded. "I have every CD except that one." For some reason, she felt as though divulging that information, was a mistake. But alas, she brushed the thought aside. Swept it under the mental rug of her cerebral home. "So just hand it over. We don't have to make a scene about this." Lips mangled into a grimace, had extended. Gesturing for the CD to be placed within her empty, open palm. "Besides, this is their third studio album. If you want to get into them, start from the beginning." She detested those types of fans. The people who bought band tees just for aesthetic purposes. Or listened to one song and swore they were die-hard fans. If she had a dime for every instance she held back the urge of throat-chopping a fake fan... she'd own Chateaux and Roselia would have state of the art instruments. [break][break] It was an all too common occurrence. [break][break] What? She'd only been here since the summer? That's... that's such a short period of time to bite someone's entire look. Was she some sort of stalker? A step was taken away from the blond, eyelids lowered and a stare ensued from the corner of her lids. Blatantly scrutinizing the blonde in front of her. "Maybe..." she was positive someone at the university would have said something by now if the two had been in the same vicinity. That or pictures would have circulated over social media or something. What an odd encounter. "A-anyway, that's beside the point entirely." She had almost forgotten what her main point was. Too busy wondering where this girl had come from and why Yvette's look had become her go to. "The CD. give it." [break][break] Again, empty palm would shoot forth, motioning for the placing of the precious. [break][break] "..." She waited in silence. Waiting for the CD to be placed in her possession so she could go on her merry way. A blank stare fixated at the eyes of her doppelganger. Watching... waiting... nothing. An exasperated sigh left Yvette's lips afterward. Arms moving to fold across her chest once more. "Alright, Doppelganger." Playing hardball, huh? Alright. So be it. "How much for the CD?" If this insufferable clone from the mini-me lagoon thought about asking way above store value, she was daft. "What do you want for it?" Wait for a second... "don't ask for anything absurd." [break][break] What a freaking day...
[attr="class","stylishtext"] Juggling was a skill that certain people possessed from birth. Clowns, for example. They were skilled in the art of keeping various items tossed and caught in a rotation. The same could be said for the art of having pristine balance. Clowns, again, were supposedly born with the skill of keeping the brunt of their weight perpendicular to a smaller or thinner surface. The fact of the matter here was that balancing and juggling were feats that only a select few could do with excellence. And, while she was no clown, Yvette had slowly begun the art of mastering both talents in her day-to-day life. At first, it was the act of juggling school and work. Easy enough. Keeping two items in the constant rotation of catch and toss. Then, there came Roselia. Another item is thrown into the circulation. To with which, the girl accepted the challenge with grin and gusto. Now, with three multicolored balls being toss and caught, she thought the hard part was over. Silly her. Now, there came the soul that lived inside her. The beam underneath her feet she was forced to balance on. While, all the while, juggling the three balls. It was certainly a task. [break][break] But failure just wasn't an option. Even on days like these when Chateaux—the boutique she became assistant manager of—was filled to the brim with customers looking for Halloween wear, Yvette had to meet them all with a smile and will to help. It wasn't too much of a challenge. She had gotten used to it. Having started on the lowest notch of the retail totem pole and working her way upward. She had seen much bleaker days. Dealt with far worse attitudes. Thankfully, all of the grinning and bearing paid off. Now, she could move about the interior of the clothing store and put her foot down without fear of heavy backlash. And of course, there were other perks that sweetened the deal. "Hmm, Sierra may like this..." she could take pieces and present them to her bandmates. For performances or just gifts in general. And then, there was the even greater perk of getting to make actual pieces and have them sold. Making flyers may not have been the girl's calling. But piecing together an ensemble? She was second to none. It tied in with what she went to school for and all. [break][break] Speaking of, "oh right." The blocky heels of black thigh high boots clicked against the floor of Chateaux as Yvette moved towards a rack of clothing. Her personal pieces. It was time to do mid-day inventory. Plucking the black pen that sat docked in waiting against the collar of her red sweater, index finger clicked against it and ink began to make its way against the clipboard she held in hand. Head bobbing about as she moved around the racks and displays. Noting down what had been bought, and doing quick equations to jot down the remainder. The only employee on duty today, she would do everyone's job. Which again, she didn't mind. Chateaux had been so kind to her. And the checks were nothing to scoff at. Studio time for Roselia wasn't cheap nor was it free. And her independent nature caused her to refute the idea of asking for aid. Even from the other girls in the band. [break][break] Moving strands of black over her shoulder, she paused against the window. Watching as children darted down the street towards the early Halloween festivities. It evoked a sweet grin against her features. That is before she noticed one of her hair ribbons were out of place. Rolling her turquoise hues, she sat the clipboard down and began toying with the satin red ribbon until it was back to its pristine form. With a nod, the clipboard would be picked up once more, and she would return to counting inventory. Humming a tune as she moved about the boutique. Check marks filling empty boxes, little notes jotted down underneath on occasion. Everything seemed to be going off without a hitch. Which was wonderful. Clock out time was right around the corner. Though, Yvette hadn't a single plan for the rest of her day. And, that worried her just a smidge. [break][break] "Huh," she made her way back around the counter and registers. Grabbing hold of a few returns. "I suppose I could go check out the Halloween events?" A pair of jeans grabbed, fingers pinched at each end of the waist before folding. "Mm, it's probably filled with children though." Folded, tucked, and placed aside. "I think there's a cafe around there, though." Another pair of jeans taken into her possession. "Maybe I'll just grab a dessert and go home." She sighed. That sounded boring. Maybe there would be a movie on she could watch or something? Shoulders shrugged, as the next pair of jeans were folded, and set aside. Surely, there had to be somethi—"what?" Blindly reaching outward, she grabbed hold of a dress that had been left for return. But not just any dress, this was one of their best sellers. She had tried to get a hold of one herself. But her size had flown off the racks. "Let's see..." [break][break] The tag was soon pinched and the size was made known. Just her luck! It was her size! "Fufu~" of course she would be taking this home with her. There was no way she was just going to leave it here. Placing it in the back of the store for another employee to snatch and scamper away with? No way. All she had to do was bide time. Head craned upward towards the clock to get a quick check, before lowering back down and returning to the folding of other returned clothes. Humming again, she had tuned out the sound of the door chime. Signaling a customer's entrance. It was only until the baritone swam through the air and caressed her ear, that she turned to face the male. [break][break] "Design a costume?" Clothes were left alone and her body turned as to face the blue-haired man fully. "You've come to the right place," Yvette shot him a grin, "and the right girl." He came here to specifically contract her for the task? Word of her designs must have been getting around. Marvelous~"Welcome to Chateaux, I'm Yvette." Palms fell to the counter, manicured nails subtly tapping against the wooden finish. "How can I help you, Monsieur?" Head tilted slightly. "Looking for a vampiric look? Or maybe something more primal, say... a werewolf?"
[attr="class","stylishtext"] A hand quickly moved to pace itself against the top of Émilie Cadence's head. Applying consoling rubs to the purple haired girl's dome. "It's okay, It's going to be fine Emi. We'll get out of here." Somehow. She just hadn't thought of a plan yet. And, that wasn't like her. To not have the next three steps figured out ahead of time. This wasn't like Yvette at all. And to make matters ten times worse. Emi was in danger. Eyes narrowed as the strange male, (julius vesper), came to their side. It seemed he and Emi knew each other. Was she aware of his magical prowess? Hues darted to a cowering Emi for reassurance. She'd guess not. No matter. It wasn't his job to protect her. This was her friend. And these skeleton's had a snowball's chance in hell of laying an undead finger on her... undead... hm, she wondered if that girl was anywhere in this mess. Hitomi Jabami. Hopefully, she stayed away from the chaos. [break][break] "Stop talking like that!" Voice seasoned with a stern disbelief. "You're not useless. I don't want to hear you ever say that again." Teeth grit against each other, she detested seeing her friends this way. Even if Emi had no means of doing battle with these creatures, that didn't make her as helpless as she thought herself to be. She could've taken hold of the bat. But, that guy had it now. So that was out of the question. What was she to do no—"Hunt." That voice again. It was much louder than before. "Protect. Hunt." Right. That's what she'd do now. With one last tight embrace to Emi, Yvette stood up and took a few steps towards the male. "Take Emi and get out of here." Head craned over to him as she spoke. "Protect her with your life... if anything happens to her, I swear, I'll hunt you down and drag you back here by your front teeth." [break][break] Head snapped towards the oncoming skeletons. The silver fog beginning to roll in around the three. Leaving an opening for the two behind her to flee from danger. In turn, shrouding Yvette until she became only that of a black blur. "Go!" And with that, she darted off towards the skeletons. Arm extended, and silver light encircling her index finger. "Aim an—""I got it, I got it." With the 5 skeleton creatures in sight, two crescent moons collided against the tip of her index finger and from them, Yvette fired off a charged beam of energy. Disintegrating the 5 skeletons.***** [break][break] She craned her head back, making sure none of the creatures were tailing Emi and the man. So far so good. But, instead of returning tot heir side, Yves kept running forward, keeping a flume of the fog surrounding her as she maneuvered through an alleyway, Peeking her head out from the crevice to see a familiar green-haired girl. Surrounded. "You've gotta be kidding me..." Hitomi was here. And in danger too? Sheesh. [break][break] Ducking back into the alleyway and the fog that resided within, Yvette extended her hand outward and a magic circle of silver appeared at her feet. Soon after, chains would rise up from the glyph and zip through the air, ripping through the wind until they reached Hitomi Jabami and coiled about her petite frame and waist. And, with a simple flick, would send her heavenward. Keeping hold to the girl, the chain would drop her upon the outside of the group of skeletons. Giving her a chance to attack them with the rudimentary weaponry she carried before vanishing into thin air. [break][break] "You're welcome."
[attr="class","notes"]tldr — yves exterminates 5 skeletons making 32 skeletons ded in total. creates a fog that shrouds her but allows emi and julius to flee. hides within the fog in an alley and uses her chains to flip hitomi out of the group of skellies. ur welcome gurl.
[attr="class","stylishtext"] In the midst of scrolling through newsfeeds and dashboards, a notification window appeared from the top of her screen and a familiar contact name caught her attention. Maybe it was Emi alerting her that something came up, and she wouldn't be able to attend? She was a medical student, after all. And they were always pretty busy. Yvette couldn't blame her for backing out if that were the case. Maybe they could reschedule the meeting to another time? A thumb swiped downward and the message appeared. Prompting the rising of her brow in intrigue. "Huh?" Instinct demanded the girl turn around. And so, she did. Laying sight to the keyboardist and promptly matching her smile and wave with one of her own. "I was just checking a few messages. Not like I was going to walk into traffic or someting~" Without a moment to spare, Yves leaped forward and gave Emi a quick and warm embrace. A hug that lingered onward for a moment before she let go. "For a second, I thought you were canceling on me." Hands moved to her hips, "wouldn't have blamed you for it." Though, she was all smiles that Emi didn't. "How's it goin'? You're not swamped with any assignments, are you?" [break][break] Education was important. And while Yves cared deeply for the band and its success, homework and tests came first. "I... maybe should have asked that before, huh?" Shoulders shrugged and a bashful look took over her features. "I figured we'd be free today. Being the weekend, and all." And that she herself made sure her assignments were done ahead of time. That also played into the equation. Eyes peered behind Emi to see the missing piece to the puzzle darting towards them. And with a giggle, Yvette waved her over. "There she is," index finger pointing to Sierra who had finally closed the distance. Panting to catch a fleeting breath with hands fixated at her knees. "Slept pass your alarm again?" A simple guess. "Not to worry, you didn't miss anything~" Though, now that they had all gathered together, it was time to reveal Yvette's master plan! [break][break] "Okay!" Reaching downward, her bag was taken into her possession and a clasp would be undone. "So, as you two both know, we're already an excellent band as is. Emi on the keyboard and Cici at bass, you guys are amazing." Fingers fluttered back to her chest, "And, with me writing the songs and being main vocals; we're almost perfect." Hand dug down into the bag shortly after. "But, after doing some research, I found that the band would be much more successful with say... a guitarist and a drummer." Head nodded before plucking out a sole sheet of paper. "Sooo, I was thinking we try and hunt them down today?" Bag falling tot he ground and index finger pointing to the paper she held in hand. A flyer, to be precise. "With these~" [break][break] The flyer in question had an image of the three girls and their instruments. Their band name and logo, and a time and meeting place for those wanting to try out. All packaged together in a gothic lolita-esque design. Or so she thought. [break][break]
[break] "I made it myself." And proud of it, she was. "Royal crown gathers a lot of traffic. So I talked with the owner and asked if we could advertise a little. Of course, he couldn't turn me down~" She paused... "in exchange, we perform a few times here. But never mind all that! The fact of the matter is, we got the green light." Reaching down into the bag, a hefty stack of flyers would be retrieved and held. "I'm uh, not the best graphic designer. So they're a little sh—shotty," whoa, she almost said something else. "I'm still searching for someone to handle all of that for us. But, until then, we can at least go find two more members. Hopefully as wonderful as you two already are." [break][break] Yvette shot the girls a smile and looked to the both of them. "So yeah, that's what I called you here for. I wanted your opinions. I didn't want to make any decisions without alerting you first. We're a team, after all." Oh, wait, she almost forgot. "Oh! And lunch is on me~" That should sweeten the deal, right? "Not sure how successful we'll be. But I figured we've got all of our bases covered. Emi's sweet nature, Cici's cool aura, and well... I'm not taking no for an answer. So together, one of us could at least get someone's interest." [break][break] In theory. "Sooo, what d'ya saaay~?"
[attr="class","stylishtext"] Alright, where the hell should she run to get these creatures of the damned off of her back? There was bound to be civilians all over the place. If not running for their lives, trying to hide and protect the children that were out and about. Which meant that using her magic haphazardly would be a no-no. Great, one set back already found and analyzed. Though, to her disdain, there was no positive solution to be found in the evaluation. Alright. Moving on. There was possibly one action she could take that would bear good results. But, it was definitely a risky move. Well, depending on how many of the skeletons decided to follow her, that is. She actually hadn't thought to turn around and see until she was ready to do battle with them. Even if the voice in her head kept telling her otherwise. Wait, actually, maybe it'd be a good idea to do so? [break][break] Head craned slightly, looking over her shoulder to view the threat behind her. Ready to see creatures of the night with swords readied. However, what she laid sight to was something completely different. Turquoise hues widened at the sight of a man tailing the skeletons. Which, in this situation didn't seem at all bizarre. Though it was what he did, that turned the tables. Some form of light appeared. A beam, or an arrow, she wasn't sure which. However, all she needed to know was that he managed to exterminate two skeletons by whatever means. And, seeing as though that wasn't a gun, or something akin to the bat she held in hand, Yvette was forced to believe it to be only one other thing. [break][break] Magic. [break][break] Another user of magic? Here in Paris? That meant that everything that voice had been telling her while she slept, was true? Now, she had questions. And maybe this guy had answers. Turning on her heels, Yvette took to the offense. Turning to face the remaining two skeletons, a palm was extended outward and a gale of wind flew forth from her position. Bringing with it a fog of silver. Shrouding not only Yvette, but the skeletons and the male stranger (@julius) in her Moon's mist. Quickly shifting gears, a bright light would glow from her position. Opposite hand raised and two orbs being shot forth. Colliding into the skulls of the skeletons and knocking them down to the ground.** [break][break] So, they were just as weak as she suspected. That was good to know. [break][break] The fog she created subsided as quickly as it appeared. Now leaving she, and the male in an alleyway. Seemingly alone, for the most part. "You," index finger shot forth towards the black haired male as the remains of the fog faded completely. "You're a magical being too, aren't you?" Was there any reason to allow the man a chance to lie? "What's the meaning of this? All these skeletons?" Did Yvette think he knew? Not really. This was a scene straight out of horror fiction. [break][break] But it didn't hurt to ask, right? "Do you kn—" eyes widened. From behind him, 5 more of the creatures seemed to be on their tail. "N-never mind, this way!" And again, she took off, heading towards the tower that lit up the Parisian skies. Only to, once again, be met with trouble. "!!" Emi! And she was surrounded by two of the skeletons. Not on her watch. With bat raised, two swings were given the moment she neared her precious friend. One swing to each skeleton's skull. Knocking them to the ground similar to the previous.** [break][break] Her heart almost thumped out of her chest. Kneeling down, she dropped the bat and rested her hands onto Émilie Cadence's shoulders. "Emi! Are you alright? They didn't touch you did they??"
[attr="class","notes"]tldr — yves exterminates 4 skeletons making 10 skeletons ded in total. tries to converse with julius but hauls ass to save emi after seeing 5 more coming. consoles her friend and asks if she's okay. phew, that was a lot.
[attr="class","stylishtext"] Undead girls. Huh, maybe she should've inquired a little more about the band when she ran into that girl? The heel of her boot tapped against the cement down below, arms crossed over her chest while she pondered and thought. Quickly coming to the conclusion that it was a missed opportunity. Shoulders shrugged, and fingers moved to twist and twirl at black strands of hair. standing outside of Royal Crown, clad in a burgundy sweater dress, Yvette waited with a bag at her feet for the two other members of Roselia to arrive. Sierra "Cici" Hampton, and Émilie "Emi" Cadence. Both of the girls had received a text from Yves prior to the time and place of the meeting. Filled with emojis and smiles, it read something along the lines of: 'Today's the day! Meet me at Royal Crown and bring your game faces!' Actually, that's exactly what the message read. Minus a few emojis. Regardless! Yvette had devised a plan the night prior to the texts and was sure to act on it. But, it couldn't be done without her wonderful bandmates. Actually, they were more than just bandmates, Yves considered them close and genuine friends. [break][break] Prior to finding the girls, the main and lead vocalist of the group was quite apprehensive about doing a talent search. She... she didn't play too well with others all of the time. So having to be in the same space as strangers had already given her bad vibes about the entire idea. However, after pushing those negative thoughts aside, Yvette opened up and allowed the two to come into her world. And now, she couldn't really imagine them not being there. It wouldn't be Roselia without them. Just Yves and an instrumental. All the same though, she was glad to have the girls along for the ride! And she swore she would do all in her power to see to it they made it big. Which, brings us back to her grand plan today. Royal Crown was a hot spot. Many people came to hang out at the establishment. Hopefully, musically inclined people were in that margin. [break][break] Vocals, bass, and keyboard. The girls each had a skill they excelled in. But, from doing her research, Yves found that they may be in need of a guitarist and a drummer. A five-person group would make them even more powerful than they already were. Assuming, of course, they could find two more girls that possessed those skills. A sigh left glossed lips, fingers moved to toy with ruby ribbons that held twintails in place. Would it really be this hard? Maybe she should have told the girls to bring their instruments? No... Emi would have to lug her keyboard around. That'd be rude. "Geez." Lips pouted and jewel-like hues looked about the outside of Royal Crown. So far, no one stood out to her. But looks were deceiving. [break][break] And of course, she had her secret weapon stowed away in her bag. However, before she could use them, she needed the girls to arrive. It would be rude to start working without them. That... and the others had personalities that were much different than Yvette's. They could each garner the attention of different onlookers and bystanders. The trio meshed together very well. Squabbles were bound to happen of course, but Yves was sure they could surpass them. She just had to hope any newcomers would be able to do the same. [break][break] "Mmmm, where are they?" Impatience beginning to show as her foot tapped against the ground more fervently. Nails tapped against her forearms. Head bobbing to a song she sang within the confines of her mind. Hm... maybe she missed a text from them? Reaching into her bag, her cell phone was plucked and unlocked. Oh... she got a few likes on a picture. And some comments too? [break][break] Attention had been taken away from waiting... for the moment.
[attr="class","stylishtext"] Undead girls? What an... interesting name for a band. To be undead... didn't that just mean to be alive? Or, maybe it was some sort of inside joke among Hitomi and her friends? Whatever the case may have been, it was certainly a name that would cause someone to sit and wonder. What type of music did they make, she wondered. With a name like that, some form of rock seemed to be the obvious answer. But who knows, they could have very well excelled in the pop scene. Being versatile made a band marketable, after all. Folding the menu and beginning to hand it off to the waiter, Yvette stopped in her tracks as the girl across from her began her extensive... precise order. All the black haired songstress could do, was stare onward blankly. Jaw dropped, mouth agape. She was going to eat the entire cafe out of house and home! What the hell was the fruit salad going to do?? [break][break] "Hungry?" She finally vocalized. Giving the male the menu and watching as he walked away with a stupified look plastered onto his visage. Did Yvette blame him? Not at all. If she were the poor soul that had to deal with such a laborious task of bringing Hitomi her meal, she may have quit on the spot. No two weeks needed. Toss her apron, and walk out with grace. Or well, maybe grace. Yves was known for voicing her displeasure. "And... all of that... is for you?" Index finger pointed back to the green-haired maiden. How she managed to keep a womanly figure after scarfing down that copious amount of sugar and starch would be a mystery. Her metabolism had to be in the form of some kind of monster. Putting even that of tapeworms to shame. [break][break] Regardless, the topic of fashion was much more interesting than the girl's eating habits. That, and finding out how long this girl had been here and the location to any secret boutiques~! "Only a year?" Hm... "well, you sure picked up on the fashion here in minimal time. I still see a few foreigners wearing outdated clothes around the mall and metro area." Oh, wait, she attended college here? "Saint Elbandia? Hm, that's funny, I go there as well." Head tilted, eyes squint. "I don't think I've seen you around the campus. Do you live in the dorms there?" Not like that would help any. Yvette didn't stray around there too often. Only to study with classmates and maybe enjoy a little girl talk here and there. "Fashion student from Tokyo. You'll do fine." A nod followed her assumption. "I'm a business and communications major. Thinking of starting my own business." Dainty fingers turned and placed against her own chest, "of course if I can get into the music industry... I'll just end up being a mogul. Take the world by storm in a matter of months. I mean, I'm more than qualified to do both." A scoff and sweet giggle ensued shortly after. [break][break] "Anyway," she fanned off the thought. But still, she held it close to the black hole she called a heart, "the Halloween festival? I've been to it maybe once or twice." Legs shifted. Right leg now crossing over left while she hummed in thought. "I figure it's more so for the children. I mean, there are adult activities there too. But the kids seem to enjoy it a lot more than the older people do." Though... "Oh, were you interested in the costume contests?" A brow perked. "That's what I go to see. The boutique I work in usually sponsors a contestant or two." With a nod, the waiter would return... with a gang. Carrying plates in tow. "Looks like your feast's here." [break][break] Taking her tea from the waiter and watching as the other plates were set in front of Hitomi, Yvette twirled her spoon about the light brown liquid before raising the teacup upward and sipping from it. "Actually, I think this is about the time they start the preliminaries. A catwalk session this year, I believe." Eyes closed, teacup rested on glossed lips. "Not too far from here, either." [break][break] And sip. Ahhh, delicious~
[attr="class","stylishtext"] How did she manage to get wrapped up in this? She was more than content just sitting in her living room and watching scary movies. Laying out on the couch with a bowl of popcorn. Maybe something a little sweeter like ice cream. Wrapped up in her blanket, eyes glued to the screen. Waiting for the next jump scare to make her flinch, or shriek of death to echo about the room from the television. Ah, but no. Instead, Yvette found herself strutting the streets of Palais-Bourbon. Clad in a costume she had bought offline—express shipped—and adorned. All in hunt of a party a few of her classmates from the university decided to throw. Impromptu plans were the worst. But, for some reason, it sounded like a good time. So against her previous stigma for half-baked plans, the blackette decided to attend. [break][break] Her costume of choice an homage to an anime she grew up with, the thin heels of her carmine colored stilettos clicked against the cement below. Pleated skirt of matching color swayed in her wake. The large bow against her chest being tugged and adjusted at while she moved. The golden jewel in the center adding a nice garnish. That, and the tiara she adorned against her forehead. It may have been just a glorified seifuku, sure, but fans of the series would know what she was going for. [break][break] No matter, she still needed to find the location of the party. Gloved arms folded across her chest as she paced further. Chuckling at the children that walked past her. Well, darted, skipped, scurried; whichever you preferred. They were moving happily and rather quickly. Ready to fill their buckets with treats, no doubt. Her eyes closed for a moment, recalling a simpler time when she too, would dress up and go from house to house. Hoping to garner caramel candies. She was always the witch. Even when asked for a change in costume, she refus—"??" [break][break] Sounds of panic broke free her reminiscing, and her head snapped towards the source. Watching as a mother darted past her with a child in tow. Running away from, [break][break] "Chaos." [break][break] The voice that wasn't her own spoke within her head. Evoking a wide eye stare for a moment, before the skeletal creatures came closer into view. "You've gotta be kidding me..." great. Now she would definitely be late to the party. As if that was the least of her problems. Head darted about. Hysteria had started. Bodies moving frantically. Though, eyes honed into a fallen prop from a costume. A baseball bat. That'll do. [break][break] Snatched the instrument in hand, Yvette darted towards the danger. Swinging her bat towards the skull of a skeleton and watching as it's head flew. It's body falling to the ground.* Prompting 4 others to lock onto her. "What's this feeling?" A fire brewing within her chest. She couldn't place it but, she had an ide—never mind! She had other things to worry about now! With the four oncoming creatures, Yves darted off towards an empty space, causing them to follow after in a sluggish run.
[attr="class","stylishtext"] A sliver of black hair would be tucked behind her ear as the crowd gave her the applause she desired. It was as if she was absorbing their very ess—what the hell? Eyes immediately flickered to an overactive green-haired figure within the applause. Her striking choice of hair dye set her apart from the majority within the cafe. How could Yves have missed her? Clearly, she had been too focused on her performance. Imagining the cafe a sold-out arena. Lights flashing, the roar of the crowd. Those who became devoted to her sound, to her skill. Sigh... how she missed that world of fiction. But alas, she was back in reality now. And she hadn't made it there... yet. But if she kept this up, maybe it was a possibilit—oh what now?? "Oh," oh, the green-haired girl came onto the stage. This was... a first. And she had a glass of water in her hand too. One that had seemingly, been pilfered by a patron, after looking at his facial expression. The act of kindness evoked a giggle from the black haired songbird. "Thank you. For both the compliment and the water." Fingers coiled about the cold glass, bringing it up to her lips and taking a refreshing sip. [break][break] Listening onward, the compliments seem to roll forth like a waterfall from the girl's maw. An excitable one, this girl. However, it did strike a match and light Yvette's pride a blazing glory. Embers wildly flickering within. And a smile curling at her features. She could feel her passion. That's what she wanted. To evoke the same sense of amazement in the masses. All it took was one measly domino to start a chain effect of great effect. Maybe this girl was that one domino? She seemed to already have been swayed by the melodious charm of Yvette's voice. She didn't think of herself to be a siren of any kind, but this instance made her think twice. "Pow... powering up..?" Uh, okay? some sort of catchphrase? Maybe it was the new thing to say? Yves would easily opt out of it. It sounded rather, juvenile. And airheaded. Very much so, in fact. But looking past that, the girl, Hitomi Jabami; was at least raised correctly. Introducing herself first before asking of another's name. A good sign. [break][break] "Yvette Yamamoto," a Japanese native? "Pleasure to meet you, Hitomi." Jabami-san would have come off a tad bit stale. Especially here in France. After another sip of the refreshing coolant, eyes of scrutiny began to pick up on Hitomi's facial features and the colors that painted the tapestry of emotion against them. A blush, the girlish giggle of excitement. It was as if she was in the presence of a... "celebrity." Eyes widened for a moment. Was this a taste of what her life would be if she struck it big? Having fans come up to her and bathe her in a job well done? Yvette let out her own soft giggle at the thought. Mentally drawing her mansion and butlers. Two pools and canopy bed. "Fufu~ you're like a chihuahua." Bouncy and... yappy. "Oh? You used to be in a band or something?" Choir? No, not with that hair color. She would stick out like a sore thumb. Or... maybe that would have been the point? [break][break] Anyway. "Mm, solo on occasion. I do have a band in the making, actually." A hand gesture would motion for Hitomi to follow her off stage. Leading the greenette to an empty table, Yvette would take a seat and offer the other outward to her. Left leg crossing over right, she continued. "Rosealia. I haven't worked out all of the specifics yet. But," index finger rose, "I've put my mind to it. And that ensures it'll be done." A nod followed. Waiter coming over towards the gals with pad and pencil in hand. "I'll have a tea please, two sugars." Head craned over to Hitomi, "And for you?" [break][break] Public relations. she had to act the part if she wanted to take this seriously. Posh and pristine were factors that laid within her. Just... not this much. Easy to pull them to the surface, though. "I like your outfit." Eyes gave a survey to the ensemble. "You have a good eye for style. Do you work at one of the boutiques around here?" She couldn't recall seeing this girl before. And being a frequent flyer to just about all the boutiques... if there was an exclusive establishment that she didn't know of... [break][break] she would know of it by the end of this conversation. Fingers steeped together. Laced and readied for Yves's chin to set atop of them while she looked onward at the green haired stranger. "How long have you been in Paris? If you don't mind me asking, Hitomi~"
[attr="class","stylishtext"] Dammit dammit dammit! She was late! Running so far behind schedule thanks to an impromptu extra lecture from one of the most talkative professor's the university had employed. All it took was one question from a far too curious classmate. And then she found herself still seated, ten minutes after class was supposed to have been dismissed. Listening to a man ramble, and watching his mustache move in his wake. Curse him and his entire lineage! And that student? She definitely gave the guy a kick to the shin before darting off into the mass of university students. Damn near leaping down flights of steps until she made it to the main floor, and zipped out of the exit. Messenger bag hanging on within nimble digits for dear life as trestles of black bounced in tune with her hurried strides towards the metro station. She so far behind schedule, she didn't even have time to change her clothes. Blazer, button up, skirt and oxfords still on. Sheesh. [break][break] Finally, she made it to one of her destinations. Hands to her knees, hunched over, trying to catch a fleeting breath. She was given a moment of reprieve from her savior in bench form. Bottom met the surface and a deep sigh left glossed lips. Why today, of all days? Yvette had awoken that morning with a plan. To make her way to Radio-Active as soon as possible. Why? for the sale they were having that day. One of her favorite bands decided to have some form of impromptu promotion. Selling their CD's for half price at select stores. Radio-Active, being one of the lucky stores selected. And, while Yves had a majority of their discography stowed away safely. She was missing one CD. One. Sole. CD. And she had to have it. they were inspirational! She followed them on all of their social media. Even going so far as to follow the members separately! Class Black. They were amazing. [break][break] And she was going to get her hands on that last CD. She swore on it. [break][break] At the sounds of the metro coming closer, Yvette sprung from her seat and darted towards the opening door. Effectively pushing all of the lesser human beings out of her way and taking a seat directly in the front. Cell phone soon snatched from the contents of her bag and finger tapping fervently against the screen. Checking the stock of the music store from the app. Eyes frantically waiting for the swirling of the loading icon to cease its torture. Heart palpitating at an alarming rate. Threatening to break free from her chest if they didn't ha—"great..." One. They had one copy left. Great. Splendid. Marvelous, even. Now she had to flee from the metro like a bat out of hell and dart up the stairs and sift through god knows how many people... [break][break] What a day. [break][break] The metro came to its halt, and Yvette was the first thing smoking off of it. Darting directly into the music store and opting out of pleasantries in lieu of flying up the staircase this go around. Immediately after her loafers hit the second floor, hues of jewel-like color scanned the area. Hunting, scavenging, searching for the display. Bam! There it was! Taking off with her dominant foot, she shoulder checked a few of the bystanders and closed the distance. Only to watch as her precious fell into the hands of a blonde thief. You insufferable bit— [break][break] "...what?" There were... so many facets of this encounter to hone in on. Yves couldn't pick one to vocally target first. For one, this girl... this blonde... she looked strikingly similar to herself. It was unnerving. It evoked several look overs. Even that of a dropped jaw. Secondly, she had no idea the greatness that she even held in her hand! "G-give it!" A hand snaked outward towards the CD, hoping to snag it in the process. "How dare you?! How could you not know who Class Black is... er, are??" Did she live under a rock? How could she have missed the greatness of these musical geniuses?? [break][break] Whoa, calm down. [break][break] A quick sigh was taken and her calm was collected and pocketed once more. "Listen... doppelganger," until proven otherwise, "class black are a group of musical geniuses. They have the skill, the creativity, and the means of combining elements of music that would otherwise sound like a fork in a garbage disposal, and making masterpieces." Indes finger shot forth, and words were seasoned in a matter of fact tone. "They are hands down the voice of our generation. How could you not have heard of them?" A brow perked, giving the blonde another glaringly obvious look over. [break][break] "Do I... know you, or something?" Why else would someone blatantly rip off her look? "Have we met before or..?"
[attr="class","stylishtext"] It was a mundane, and regular day. The weather seemed to boost the usual cool autumn breeze. An overcast above allowing the rays of the sun to peak and shine through on occasion. Leaves of orange and red decorated the cement streets. The subtle sounds of their crunching underneath various footwear mingling in with the chatter of those same persons that stepped upon them. It was a mundane, regular day. All was going as it usually did. With her day off finally beginning after classes ceased at their usual time, A certain Parisian maiden took to her abode and changed out of her school wear. Her plans for the remainder of the day was that of her usual. However, darting about to and fro in her clothes meant for the halls of academia? That wasn't just. It wasn't... Yvette. The pit stop to her apartment was a must. As well as the changing of dress. [break][break] Moments after pushing the door open and locking it from the other side, the blackette darted towards her room and wasted no time flinging the articles of clothing off of her body. Tossing them aside, for the time being, while she stared onward into her wardrobe. How was she feeling today? Intrepid? Sassy? Distinguished? So many outfits, and only one body to model them on. Well, at least for this day, that is. There was always another time to try a new arrangement of top and bottoms. [break][break] Inquisitive hums ensued before she began reaching outward into the mass of fabrics. Holding up top after top to her frame. Turning to face the mirror and get a better gauge for her like or dislike of the ensemble. The methodic grab and turn would ensue for a while. Head shaking at the less than favorable. Finally though, after much scrutiny and discernment, Yvette came to a final decision. An off-white colored long-sleeved blouse was placed onto her torso. Fabric tugged at to expose shoulders just a tad. Next, a high waist black and grey pinstriped skirt was slipped into. Blouse tucked and plucked for an added flare. Her legs were poured into garnet thigh high socks, and feet slipped into mahogany ankle boots. Thick heels of a wooden garnish. Taking a seat, the collection of black trestles she called hair was soon grabbed and tied into a ponytail that would then be flipped over her right shoulder. A ribbon of satin red keeping the waterfall of curls in place. [break][break] With a black velvet choker at her neck, she was finally content with her attire. Grabbing her black crossbody bag, Yves left her abode and caught the first metro to her destination. [break][break] The ride was a swift one, for soon, the maiden found herself strutting past the open doors to a music cafe she frequented on the mundane days such as this. Jewel-like hues fixated towards the unmanned mic before scanning those in attendance. All seemed to be of normal air and presence. Good. That means she should get the same reaction. Or, something similar to it. [break][break] On occasion, the star to be would take the stage and sing something that had been written in her little book of secrets. Today, she would once again give a performance. [break][break] Chatting with the same worker as days prior, Yvette was given the okay and took the stage shortly after. Nimble digits coiled against the microphone. Her sterling silver ring and the black jewel that resided within refracted the spotlight that shined down on her. Earrings sparkling in unison. [break][break] Head craned over to the worker, two nods were passed, and a track was queued. Seconds later, Yvette would begin her performance. [break][break]
[break] A watered down performance, perhaps. But it still carried her passion for the art of song. This wasn't her desired stage of choice. But, she had to garner a fan base. And by stomping her feet in unison with her voice and the rhythm of the song. From pointing outward to the onlookers and shooting her fingers skyward. She came to prove that Rose, indeed, shouts so loud. With the song done, she gave the crowd a flip of her black hair and a grin. The energy of performing... it was grandiose... it was amazing.
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A sequence of blinks ensued before she turned to look at the flyer once more. Well, maybe Emi did have a point. The flyer, while in her own opinion, did a splendid job of conveying the band and all of their splendor. It wasn't in her career pathway to make flyers. Her graphic design skills were... not up to par with her fashion skills. Even if she tried her best to make something that would attract the masses to them as a whole... it probably could have been done by someone who... was skilled in the art. "Mm, you may have a point." But, what was she going to do with all of these flyers now? Yvette made all these copies. And on such sturdy paper too! Ah, darn. A sigh left her lips before she shifted gears. Eyes honing into the stick figure rendering of Sierra. "Mm, no. I was going for a cool aesthetic and look. Your hair's always nice and vibrant. Even when you roll out of bed." With a grin, Yvette shot the bassist a nod. Happy that she agreed to the passing out of the flyers.
Oh, how unfortunate. Whomever that guy was that Hitomi seemed to be fighting for had so easily turned tail and left her side. If those were the types of men she went for... good luck to her. Yvette surely couldn't see herself parading the streets with a liability. She was more of the assets, type of girl. But, to each their own. With the shrug of her shoulders, she turned tail and ducked back into the crevice of the two buildings. Her fog slowly taking its leave as she strolled through at a leisurely pace. Taking sight to the fallen skeletons that laid within the ruins of a makeshift battlefield. These had to be a combination of she and... that guy. She had almost forgotten that she left Emi in the hands of some stranger! Alright, time to move. Yvette refused to leave her precious friends in the arms of a complete and utter strang—Snap!
These dreams... they were growing more and more alarming with each passing night. Towards their initial arrival, Yvette had thought them to all have been the cause of an overactive imagination running wild without restraint. When she laid her head to rest and closed her eyes; her dreams took over almost immediately. Even if it began as something remotely normal, it wouldn't take long before the scenery shifted. Drastic changes. From city to lush forests. Or, on occasion, pillars and marble structures. She'd find herself walking about these places as if she had lived there before. She knew the in's and out's. Where all of the other faceless beings resided. They seemed to be friendly, they waved to her. And upon waving back, she would catch glimpses of attire that she had never seen before. Yet, felt as though she had? Or well, should, to be precise. However, in the lush greenery of whatever forest her dreams whisked her away too; it was battle. Chasing creatures. Firing arrows and slaying them. Maybe alarming wasn't the right word?
The blonde's response to the monetary offering was met with another moment of silence. The glare that Yvette wore against her countenance was now accompanied by a dastardly scowl. Eyelids lowered, and the stare began to bore into the frame of the girl she stood in front of. If only for a brief moment. The way her response was worded, it was rather open-ended. On one hand, the girl could have meant nothing harmful or catty by the comment. Alluding to a financial standing or 'daddy's credit-card' lifestyle, in somewhat of a polite manner. However, the adverse would have been an underhanded insult. As if to say that she knew well that she was loaded. And Yvette using money would be a useless venture. An endless supply of funding or something to that effect. And, if that were the case, the nerve of this wench. Yves may not have been rich, but she had a steady flow of income. Enough to pay her bills on time and still have money left over to do with what she wanted. And, if that meant tossing a stack at this girl for something that she wanted—... she was getting ahead of herself. A step back was needed. 
