Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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The Staff
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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Springtime was in full bloom at last. Temperatures are actually above the 10°C range this time and the sun is… visible so to speak, if only barely. Downtown Lorsette may as well be the weirdest place on the planet as far many newcomers are concerned. A most peculiar mixture of elites, ruffians, idlers and weirdoes found virtually everywhere. Yet, this quirky young lady has somehow managed to set herself apart from such crowds.
Her clothes were an unholy mixture of a gothic lolita style combined with punk-esque elements. The white, long-sleeved dress adorning her slender, pixie-like body is decorated with copious amounts of frills with its opening so intricately fastened by a number of black laces. A large, black ribbon can be found tied around her dress’ frilly collar. She also wore petticoats underneath her short, black skirt and below it were the black and white patterned thigh-high socks covering most of her lower body along with the high-heel gothic boots on her feet. Further accentuating such conspicuous clothing was her short, red-violet colored hair mostly covered by a white rococo style hat, and her exotic looking, medium brown complexion. The girl's name is Rosalynn Halogan, a native to the city. Her whole family is apparently well known around these parts, having established their foothold within the region centuries ago. The 9 four-point stars that marked her forehead is a testament to that.
Rosa strolled through the sidewalks just outside the Halo Crown Mall by the edge of the business district. On both her sides were two older women clad in maid outfits that would not have felt out of place during the late 19th century. These two were Morgana, who wore her light brown hair in a bun, and Fatimah who wore a white cap over her short raven hair. Both of them seem thoroughly untroubled even as they carried several bags as a result of the young lady’s recent shopping spree. Regardless, Rosa’s gleeful smile remained as she gracefully swayed her arms in sync with her movements carrying nothing but her black and white, Victorian style umbrella. She then took notice of the small crowd of curious onlookers and a few law enforcement personnel gathering in the middle of the road intersection, inciting the rage of many road-blocked drivers. As much as the young lady’s outward expression suggests some feelings of both curiosity and surprise, she was in fact rejoicing internally.
“Ooh, what’s that?” She exclaimed as she then promptly takes off her hat, hastily handing it over to the encumbered Fatimah whereas the equally burdened Morgana got the umbrella. Rosa then quickly strode towards the scene much to the chagrin of her two maids who had a hard time keeping up. “C’mon Marge, Fanny, Hurry uuuuup!” She shouted in jest as she briefly spun her lithe body around to look at her panting servants, giggling before running off once more. As soon as she reached the small crowd, she wasted no time in pushing her way through while blurting out excuses until eventually she reached the front upon which she was greeted with the macabre sight. She stared blankly at the dead man’s broken body lying in the middle of the road after having been run over by a large vehicle. Although Rosa could not show it publicly, she was delighted with her job well done. After all, she was the one pulling all the strings from the start.
The man’s name was Gary Pressman, an AP informant. Upon using information she had ‘gathered’ from her previous victims sources, she was able to deduce the man’s identity as one of the TRS’ most wanted after his botched sabotage attempt of a nuclear powerplant. Although very few knew what he looked like, Rosa was able to track him down after possessing a stray cat he regularly fed during his free time. She took great pleasure in possessing him and making him throw himself underneath a speeding truck, exacting his just punishment before the public eye. How very unfortunate that the incident has blocked traffic which nonetheless, seemed a small price to pay.
Rosa then shifted her eyes about as she overheard the policemen’s radios informing them of a group of TRS members who were coming to retrieve the body after having identified him as a wanted man. Suddenly, a frantic Morgana came up from behind, promptly covering the girl’s eyes from the gruesome sight and hastily dragging her away from the crowd. Satisfied with what she had just seen, Rosa saw no reason to object and simply let her maid shield her supposedly ‘innocent’ eyes.
The arrival spring was accompanied with gradually warming temperatures as time approached summer. Clouds dotted the azure skies, occasionally blocking the radiant sun that embraced the earth with wonderful heat. A gentle wind drifted through the Lorsette that held a pleasant warmth, enveloping the citizens who wondered the outside world. The business district itself was bustling with activity due to the favorable weather conditions, creating a mixture of numerous types of people. Although, the peaceful weather never resulted in positive occurrences within the city. Only a few moments prior had Emmet been sitting within the prison known as his office, signing away on several forms crossed his desk. Hours of staring at stark white papers caused the lieutenant to retreat from his office, allowing the wonderful weather to embrace his form. The numerous documents that informed the demon of the field-based happenings sometimes held those grim pretenses as explanations of recent deaths or missing hunters were provided; it always provided a chilling sense.
Immediately after leaving the front doors of the TRS building has Emmet lit a cigarette, allowing the nicotine to play across his lips. The lighter was returned to the pocket of his TRS uniform that hugged his body and lacked any modifications. There were the basic dark colours accented with the red that marked him as an elite hunter. The epaulettes that held similar red hues, marking his shoulders with his occupational colour. The silver impact text further marked his association, informing those who gained the opportunity to read it of his affiliation with the TRS hunter division. On the left side of his uniform was the pair of red stars that marked him as a lieutenant, their colour contrasting against the uniform's dark base. Each aspect of his appearance suggested an air of professionalism despite his dark hair possessing a messier appearance to it. Gradually, Emmet walked towards the usual bench where he would smoke in order to provide his eyes and mind a momentary break from the stress.
Unfortunately, the opportunity was smashed when the radio stationed on his waist suddenly sparked to life, a hunter invoking his rank. Unit three had been given the responsibility of patrolling the central area for today, troops leaking into the other sections of Lorsette as a result of oftentimes low terror reports in the downtown area. The words were mildly listened, the lieutenant catching onto the concept of being required near the business district; thus in a matter of moments that cigarette's acute smoke was diminished by tossing it onto the ground and squishing it. A soft sigh escaped his lips considering his interests were keenly related to the combat portions of being a hunter rather than the investigative. Once completed, Emmet grabbed the remainder of the cigarette and tossed it into a trashcan before heading down the sidewalk. There were reports flying through the radio about an Assembly informant meeting their gruesome demise. Time passed, people condensing around the area where the lieutenant was summoned to which already held notes of concern.
Nowadays, it appeared that citizens became acquainted with the concept of death as a result of Zeredah's presence. The mentioning of terror attacks were constant, bringing foreboding emotions alongside fear. Carefully, Emmet nudged his way through the crowding individuals, a majority stepping aside as a result of noble and lieutenant status. Traffic remained blocked in the area, vehicles being redirect towards other routes which remained an inconvenience for civilians. The centerpiece of the entire scene remained the mangled body alongside a truck where a few RCMP individuals inquired the driver. Merely sparing a glance across the scene the sickening, the lieutenant flinching as he drew closer, his stomach churning. The smells alongside the imagery maintained an unpleasant vibe as suicidal execution was displayed publicly.
A mere glance at the civilians allowed the demon to notice the tones of horror, people turning away in disgust at the gruesome death while adults ushered curious children away. Shortly, a frown appeared onto the lieutenant's face as his yellow eyes trailed towards the body, the numerous reports reminding him of the name Gary Pressman. The informant despite his renown managed to remain elusive for the TRS to capture. As days passed they were getting closer as they awaited the possibility of capture in hopes of interrogating for information. Various wounds covered the broken body, colouring drained from the skin of the once living creature. There was an emptiness that entered Emmet, his stomach dropping at the numerous thoughts that orbited through his mind. Pondering was given towards the man possibly possessing a family, people who relied on him for income. Death always arrived with various misfortunes.
After a few moments, the demon's eyes flitted away from the body as the RCMP covered the deceased man with the white fabric that indicated death. Arrangements for transportation would be required considering the TRS itself would hastily take the opportunity to glance over the body and search for possible Assembly related secrets. Once the lieutenant's presence was noticed, an individual from the RCMP walked over to exchange words about the situation. The conversation was short, the official from the RCMP gaining the transportation information. The finishing of the interaction resulted in the individual's leaving, Emmet being left alone.
A deep breath was taken in an attempt to calm his concerns and hopefully banish repulsive memories of witnessing the broken body. There was numerous occasions where the lieutenant had viewed grotesque individuals that met their unfortunate demise, the witnessing never became easier; a numbness never arrived. Moments passed, the RCMP working towards clearing a majority of the crowd while more TRS representatives appeared. The lieutenant himself retreated a short distance, isolating himself in order to allow his thoughts to reorganize after the horrific display. Based on previous investigations, the procedures would consist of transferring the body into the infamous white bags while awaiting the transport vehicles arrival. Conversations about the occurrences and witness reports would quickly be gathered, Emmet himself being expected to play the role of supervisor and command for the situation.
The TRS and RCMP organized themselves quickly, their thorough introduction to similar situations making for fluent movements that did not require vocal commands. There was a sickening aspect to witnessing the procedure since the individuals involved were able to performed since these situations had been rehearsed multiple times.
Listening to Morgana’ pointless bickering about how a proper lady should act has become quite tiresome to listen to. The pout on her face dissipated and was then followed by that of a more somber expression, all of which happened as if on cue. She fidgeted with the frills at the end of her sleeves whilst she looked directly down at her servant’s feet. “I’m sorry Marge, thought I’d see something cool since there were lots people here and all that…” She said with her usual high pitched voice, yet this time with a tinge of melancholy in her tone. She then slowly turned her eyes upwards, now looking directly at the older woman’s eyes. “I’ve been seeing that man around these parts lately ya know… can’t believe he’s dead…” Technically, she was telling the truth, she had been stalking him for over a week now after all… Nevertheless, Morgana appeared to be speechless, serves her right for trying to lecture her.
Just as the exhausted Fatima came by, being left with the herculean task of hauling all the young lady’s shopping bags by herself, Rosa’s gaze soon befell upon the crowd of people making way for what appeared to the TRS squad that was being sent over. She saw it, from amidst the masses was a prominent figure, a man possessing an above average height allowing Rosa to at least catch sight of the dark, messy hair that seemed all too familiar. She cursed her petite figure as well as the crowd for obscuring her view. Although a small glimpse of that particular characteristic was all she required to deduce that the man was in fact, her beloved older brother. She could not help it, she squealed softly, inducing bewilderment from both her maidservants. “Oh. My. Goooooood that’s Emmie!” She pointed at the obscure figure leading the small squad of TRS members whilst flailing her other arm in excitement. What does she do? Her dear Emmet specifically told her not to disturb him while he’s at work.
An intoxicating infatuation began to cloud her previously collected mind. This was in fact her first time seeing her brother, her idol at work. She began to feel jumpy, being unable to see him properly let alone greet him under the current circumstances. She knew all too well that the ‘Emmie’ she sees at home is a far cry from the ‘Lieutenant Emmerson Halogan of TRS, Hunting Division, Unit 3’ she is seeing right now. Lately, he has been spending less and less time with her, with the sudden surge of terror activity in Lorsette and all. Oh how she loathed those wretched abominations along with their AP overlords, taking her darling Emmet’s attention away from her and covering him in scars and bruises HOW DARE THEY?!. How she wished that every member of that degenerate group choke on shit and die a miserable death! just disappear from the face of the earth.
She once again turned to both her maids and playfully said “So… Imma like, go see him right now. Byeeee!” Predictably both of them voiced their objections, how troublesome, she had no time for them. Her sweet 16 is next week and all this time she felt that Emmet was ignoring her, at this rate he might not even show up that day. Rosa took a deep breath, a few seconds was all she needed to devise a plan. Not even facing Morgana and Fatima, she split her consciousness and entered both their psyche.
Master Emmerson has been neglecting his younger sister lately even though it’s almost her birthday, perhaps we could let her be, just this once… Rosa implanted such thoughts in both their heads, effectively silencing them shortly before striding forth and sliding her way through the crowd, but not too far front where she would be immediately recognized with her ornate clothing and all. She commandeered the consciousness of a woman at the front on which she finally saw him, clad in his dashing TRS uniform, conversing with one of the chief RCMP officers as if he was the big boss. Why does he have to be so perfect… and why the hell aren’t the police doing their damn job and clear these ignoramuses away so that she’d get a better view?! She gritted her teeth in frustration due to all the clutter in her view. She eyed one of the similarly vexed police officers whom she then made quick use of.
This crowd’s starting to piss me off… I guess it’s up to me… She borrowed the female RCMP officer’s hands and made her grab the megaphone off of another officer’s waist. Rosa did not even have to control her to make her do the rest. The woman’s amplified voice resounded throughout the nearby vicinity prompting most of the others to leave. Rosa braced herself and suppressed the butterflies in her stomach as most the crowd passed her by. There he stood, on his lonesome, poor Emmet must have felt uneasy, recollecting him saying that being around dead bodies unsettled him. She could not bear to just watch, waving her arms frantically at him in an attempt to catch his attention. Eventually, one of the police officers took note of her odd behavior and approached her in order to usher her away. Unfortunately for her, the guy appeared to be a tough and hardened one, taking over without him realizing will be almost impossible for now. At this point, she screamed “EMMIEEEEE!” Did he notice her yet? She could not tell with the big man’s burly hands pushing her away as she tried to look back. She tilted her head upwards in a curious manner and noticed the man’s slightly irritated expression… it would appear as though she now has to resort to ‘unconventional’ methods, much to her chagrin considering what it will do to her clothes.
She struggled even more, in an effort to vex the man even further until finally, she got through to him. This… goddamn brat! The thought reverberated from within the man’s head and before he knew it, Rosa was thrown face first onto the ground. The sight of a brawny policeman getting too rough with a young teenage girl inevitably caught the attention of some and hopefully, that of Emmet. This was all of course, part of the plan.
Lonesomeness was welcomed while Emmet isolated himself from the remainder of the group for a few moments. Losing Assembly members who worked as informants always remained infuriating considering the potential information they could provide in terms of interrogation. Records would require reviewing once everything was collected since the possibility of a medical history based could deliver a reasoning behind a feasible suicide in the situation; alongside notes of Assembly of Phantoms involvement. Naturally, this meant that numerous sheets of paperwork would pass through his office alongside the deputy of the scout's third unit. Both required the information, the machine of filing the TRS had dispersing the numerous papers among the necessary members of high rank. It flowed fluently, informing each of the divisions within a unit of the information deemed significant and continuing in a steady ease.
Instantly, the lieutenant's eyes flitted towards the driver who suddenly turned emotional, making it obvious the event effected their mental state. Police comforted until slowly escorting him towards their vehicle for further question once nerves were calmed. The situation was tense and sensitive despite the deceased now being hidden from the eyes of lingering individuals; the demon wished the transportation arrangements would arrive quickly. The efforts of the RCMP alongside the TRS members who arrived on scene were obvious, but difficult considering the immense citizen presence. Megaphone were equipped as the officers continued trying to force the crowd back. Everything appeared under control, a portion of the crowd slowly trickling away from the crime scene. With a gentle sigh, Emmet's eyes flitted away until hearing the speaker suddenly be turned on, a female voice booming into the megaphone. His yellow eyes lingered there, the lieutenant pushing away from the wall and approaching the scene again; the action should perhaps be reported to the commander of the RCMP efforts.
As thoughts were recollected and the lieutenant gradually returned to the scene, he failed to notice his little sister in the crowd. Mistakenly, Emmet had accidentally neglected the young girl because of the burden that work constantly provided, distracting him from family. The choice has remained unprovided, duty consuming a majority of his free time; the increased Assembly activity not assisting in the matter. There were consistent thoughts taken towards how exactly he would compensate for his absence around the house. A majority had been orbiting around assuring his presence at her 16th birthday, which was gradually transforming into a necessity the longer he was away. Brief words were exchanged between himself and another officer until suddenly his nickname endowed to him by his little sister was screamed into the air.
The concept of Rosalynn being near the crime scene was frightening, Emmet glancing back towards a burly officer escorting his younger sister away. In response, the nobleman flinched as he began pondering where her maids were; especially since Rosalynn being in the business district and near the mall probably meant shopping. Perhaps she had managed to escape their watching eyes? Or maybe they were neglecting her currently? Either thought concerned the older demon since he did not desire his younger sister witnessing these gruesome scenes merely to maintain close proximity to him or for curiosity. Initially, the lieutenant planned on allowing the man to pushing her away considering these sorts of scenes were dangerous and frightening to a young girl. Unfortunately, plans were changed when suddenly the burly man pushed his precious younger sister towards the unforgiving ground. Immediately, Emmet's eyes widened and before the officer could finish a summary for the megaphone incident alongside transportation arrangements, he was rushing over.
The notion of anybody being horrible enough to harm Rosalynn created a churning feeling in the lieutenant's stomach. Concern consumed his mind while he hastily enclosed the distance between himself, the stout officer and his younger sister.
"Rosa!" He shouted once he drew closer.
The officer was passed, the lieutenant offering his younger sister a hand in order to assist her back towards her feet. Despite his perturb towards Rosalynn being presence in the location of an abhorrent crime, there was no possibility he would simply allow somebody to bother his sister. Pushing the young teenage girl towards the ground was uncalled for considering she merely desired the attention of her older brother; who would definitely need to plan some relaxation time to spend with her.
"Are you okay, Rosa?" The question was softly spoken.
Emmet's countenance remained amiable while his spoke to his younger sister. Emotions of guilt were heavy as his thoughts trailed towards the realization of spending little time with Rosalynn. Despite the intense age gap, the male demon remained close to his younger sister who he felt an atmosphere of comfort with. There was always an essence of sweetness to Rosalynn that Emmet discovered and the burly man had the audacity to harm his precious little sister! After a few moments, the lieutenants eyes flitted towards the officer, obvious anger lighting across them. They narrowed into a glare, a look of disappointment being written across the older demon's face.
"Next time, I expect that you kindly escort onlookers away from the scene," he began. There was a coldness possessed in Emmet's voice, which was unusual for the benevolent lieutenant. "I can guarantee, witnesses and the TRS would be more inclined to work with your agency if you respect the citizens of these city. We are suppose to protect them, not shove them towards the ground."
There was mildly threatening tone within Emmet's words which was unintentional; mostly created considering the victim to this mistreatment was Rosalynn. Despite being the representative of the TRS, tones of authority were obvious in the older demon's tone as he continued giving the burly man a hard stare. The lieutenants eyes lingered there until slowly returning to Rosalynn, where they softened upon seeing his sister.
"Come, Rosa, I believe that I would serve a better escort, eh?" He began gently. "I would also appreciate knowing where exactly your maids are... Aren't they usually with you?"
After the sentences were spoken, the older demon beckoned for his younger sister to follow. While his significance as a TRS officer remained, Emmet knew that he possessed an importance as Rosalynn's older brother as well. As it currently stood, the umbra skinned man desired to assist his younger sister before returning to the scene, which meant discovering where her maids were.
As impromptu as it may seem, the young demon had apparently concocted the whole fiasco in just seconds, an ideal paradigm for the term ‘Organized Chaos’. Rosa felt the man’s stocky arms tightly clasped onto her svelte shoulders. The brief unsteadiness acquired from having bee swept off her feet was oddly enough, followed by an outlandish feeling of triumph. How unfortunate indeed, for the stalwart agent of the law to become but a part of her plan. The same can be said of the hapless truck driver who became 'collateral damage' in the earlier game. Perhaps her encounter with the coarse aggregate on the ground was well warranted considering her earlier transgression which was quite undignified of her. Anyhow, the moment her body collided with concrete was when the pieces started falling into place.
The stage was set and before too long, the curtains will unveil. Ideally, Emmet would have probably identified her voice beforehand, with Rosa having gone as far as to consider the sharpness of her tone as well as the trajectory of its propagation. Despite her vision being filled with the grayness of concrete and gravel, she is already able to discern the concerned faces she would have drawn as she struggled to get up. She may have aggravated her chosen 'aggressor's ' temper a bit too much causing her more damage than anticipated. Then again, it exhibited a more believable performance on her part. Should her calculations prove accurate, then it would take only a few sec-
...Nearby, his perturbed voice called out to her, a full 10 seconds prior to the estimated time of arrival. Internally, she began screaming in excitement at the very notion of him dashing forth in his effort to aid her. Rosa arched her head back and gazed across the short distance separating her from the very prize she coveted. She feasted her eyes upon the almost stellar imagery of her darling prince dear brother with his outstretched arms and benign presence, his otherwise dark features illuminated by the lustrous glow of the midday sun. His lips practically begged for her whilst he so casually poured affectionate words into her ears. Rosa resisted the urge to jump him outright and nuzzle her face against his chest considering their rather public location. She instead grasped Emmet's firm yet slender hands with both her own and was swiftly raised onto her feet, breaking her free from the momentary daze.
She then immediately dusted the dirt off her finery. "Aw geez... now it's all soiled." She briefly remarked upon which she displayed a pouty face. Nonetheless, this was soon followed by a more cordial expression as her upturned eyes met with that of Emmet's, he then assured him "Yeah of course, everything's all peachy here!." Her overly casual tone combined with her vivacious countenance implied as such. "Just a little dry cleaning will fix it I tell ya." She commented, seemingly more concerned about the state of her dress than her own body. She retained the beam on her face until her brother's attention turned over to the now confounded officer who simply stared at both hands in incredulity. As much as she pitied the officer, having just been thrown under the bus for performing his job, she cannot help but feel a tinge of delight in anticipation of what is to come.
Rosa carefully inspected the contours of the typically good-natured Emmet, whose now striking glare and furrowed eyebrows was a far cry from his usually gentle and placid expression. Certainly a spectacle she has not witnessed for quite some time. The harsh tone of his voice sent shivers down the girl's spine. Each and every word that escaped the noble demon's mouth resonated with her so clearly. It was not in fact the poor police officer who should be at the receiving end of Emmet's sharp retorts, but Rosa herself. She was elated either way as she wouldn't mind being treated like that if it was Emmet. The scene elicited mixed feelings as she was both indirectly reprimanded and defended at the same time. "Now now Emmie," She gently tugged on her Brother's right sleeve. "I kinda started it so..." She then stepped forward so as to unveil the curtains for the 2nd act.
As she strolled forth, she took a brief glance at the few onlookers watching before turning her attention back to her aggressor slash victim. Her previously high-spirited demeanor changed into that of a more earnest one as she poised herself shortly before lowering her head and said with an uncharacteristically polished and polite tone, "Apologies, for provoking you Mr. Officer, I just haven't spoken to my dear Emmie here for a while, I hope you understand..." As always, conveying the truth, although partial, always made up for the perfect act. Her frisky grin made its comeback as soon as she raised her head. "He's much more sensitive than he looks ya see!" she nonchalantly exclaimed as she turned back to face her beloved. It would appear as though the mood has lightened up a bit and her brother was back to normal. In the end, Emmet was a good boy at heart, Rosa would have it no other way.
The young lady merrily skipped towards her dear Emmet as he essentially lured her to his side. No longer could she resist the temptation. She practically latched herself onto his abdomen, abandoning all inhibition as she buried her small face against his brawny chest. Although, his earlier remarks about the whereabouts of her maids reminded her of another problem. Splitting her consciousness once again, she was reassured upon discovering that both and Morgana and Fatima were still lost in the crown. Maybe the young lady went that way... And just like that, they were led astray once more, which of course meant more quality time with Emmet. "Just like I said Emmie, Rosie here's been a bad girl and got lost." Rosa said mockingly. "Then again it's your fault for not spending time with me. I mean, Imma turn 16 next week and you're like, getting yourself scuffed with all this fighting and like-" Rosa then took a deep breath as they both started walking on. "Maybe you won't even show up for the party which is like, super messed up and I already invited all my friends and there'll even be a band and like, a 10 foot cake and and and..." She just kept yapping on, more than a week's worth of suppressed speech spurting out of her mouth.
Being infuriated by the uncivilized actions of the police officer was natural, especially considering the stocky man possessed the audacity to shove Emmet's little sister to the grey concrete. While the circumstances of the situation were rather tense and emotional, the lieutenant genuinely felt it was no excuse to enact rudeness towards the curious, frightened citizens. Anybody could have become the victim of abruptly being shoved towards the ground without forethought for care. It was an action that bothered the demon immensely, though the emotions were only fueled considering the victim to the entire ordeal was his younger sister. The concept of an officer being willing to push a girl of her age was disconcerting, causing the lieutenant mentally fret over his sister alongside the other citizens in the area. These actions were unnecessary and bound to result in the situation becoming worse.
Actions could speak louder than words, and shoving a young girl down because of frustration would not settle an anxious crowd that constantly witnessed the horrors Zeredah and her Assembly provided. Shielding them would be impossible, but handling the situation professionally could at least motivate a calming faith in the TRS and justice system. There was certainty that should Emmet would punish any of his hunters should they display these negative behaviors during a tense moment. The civilians still required care, especially in sensitive situations such as a gruesome death within the public eye. Carefully, the lieutenant aided Rosa to her feet, his yellow eyes immediately glancing over to make certain that any physical damage was minimal. As a result of the incident, his younger sister's dress had gotten splotched with marks of dirt, but she appeared otherwise fine from what the older demon could tell.
The pout that marked his sister's expression for a moment alongside the words suggested disappointment in the dress being soiled. There was a sudden shift to a more amiable behavior as reassurance to Rosa's condition was given, bringing relief to Emmet's countenance. Fortunately, his sister appeared unharmed which was a positive sign to the lieutenant. He could only imagine how tense the situation would have transitioned to should his younger sister be injured; he would have been downright furious. When Rosa continued showing more concern for her dress, Emmet gave her a gentle smile considering it suggested that his younger sister had not been seriously injured. Naturally, there was still a chance that bruises and cuts still existed and were accidentally skipped during his assessment.
"No cuts and bruises then?" Emmet inquired.
The verbal lecturing was designed to cease any future conflicts while enacting as a punishment of sorts for bringing harm to his younger sister. Reprimanding at times became a requirement for those of higher ranks, although, the lieutenant was certain a conversation with a superior of the RCMP would generate more command than somebody affiliated with the TRS. Individual unable to resist the urges of their frustration were consistently a concern for the older demon; it suggested numerous situations similar to this one. For only an instant had he trusted the officer with escorting his little sister away from the gruesome scene, but instead the lieutenant's trust of this particular man was betrayed. Already days were given to be concerned about the well-being of his family, and the mistreatment towards his younger sister was not assisting the paranoia of a devastating event occurring. Years of being on the field had harbored an anxiety over those he cared about dearly; the death of his wife not helping the matter.
The gentle tug of his sleeve alongside the sweet voice of his younger sister earned the nobleman's attention, his eyes flitted towards his younger sister. While his eyes remained locked on her, they softened and concern surfaced across his countenance. Protecting the people he cared about was proving to be an immensely difficult task. When Rosa suddenly shifted the blame onto herself, Emmet's yellow eyes widened as he watched his younger sister step forward. The attitude she possessed before disappeared, smoothly shifting to a more serious one as a polite apology was given. A warmth touched the nobleman's heart at the maturity his little sister appeared keen on displaying in the instance, although, he still felt the officer needed to be spoken to. While Rosa had provoked the stocky man, it still provided no excuse to shove somebody of her age towards the concrete; individuals who worked in justice were expected to keep their emotions under control.
The remark towards him being sensitive immediately held Emmet's attention, generating a faint embarrassment to Rosa informing an entire crowd. Did people gain the impression of sensitivity from meeting him? Thoughts were given, the older demon reflecting on those moments where Marina made him blush with a concerning ease; he was definitely sensitive towards flirting if anything. Mentally, the lieutenant did not want to admit to the possibility of nursing a delicate side considering the negative implications that people could gain as a result. The abrupt shift towards merriment when unnoticed until Rosa wrapped her arms around him, burying her face into his chest. The display of affection returned Emmet back to the situation at hand which was locating Rosa's maids or personally escorting her home depending on the results of the search. When his younger sister admitted to being lost, the lieutenant was already prepared to seek out the pair of maids, but the mentioning of his lack of presence surprised him.
Guilt held Emmet still as his eyes remained fixated on Rosa, a wince entering his face. Work had resulted in neglecting his delightful little sister. While she continued on about her 16th birthday, the guilty emotions began growing, making his stomach churn. A week had passed where thorough interactions were lacking except for the brief exchange which was inescapable when sharing living space. There were several instances where the lieutenant had attempted to gain time away from work in order to provide some attention to his younger sister, but the attempts oftentimes failed. Being the commanding of a unit meant assuring jobs were accomplished and going through endless amounts of insufferable paperwork; he wished paperwork did not exist. At the mentioning of possibly not being around for Rosa's party, Emmet stiffened, his eyes locking on his sister.
"Rosa, I will be at your party," he began, a gentle smile touching his lips. "I wouldn't be a very good big brother if I missed my sister's birthday, now wouldn't I?"
There was hesitation as Emmet put thought into what else he could add as reassurance. Despite the loads of work, the nobleman had taken care to use his holidays to maintain the day off.
"You know what? I give you my word as a noble and your big brother that I will be there. Is that enough reassurance?"
There was determination that his voice held while he smoothly spoke each word since appearing at the party was a necessity; especially after an entire week without having a proper conversation. A placid smile remained across his lips while his eyes gradually returned to scrutinizing the crowd for his sister's maids. Despite the talk of birthday parties, he was still required to make certain his little sister got home carefully. One of his hands moved towards the radio around his belt, flicking it on in hopes of still being capable of monitoring the situation with the RCMP and TRS.
With apologies to Mr. Beefy Officer and his now blackened reputation, Rosa went on with the next procedure in order to maintain Emmet's attention. Admittedly, it was atypical of her to lead an ally of of law to jeopardy especially considering her narrow-minded set of ideals. In her head was a perfect vision of ecstasy, a utopia free from the countless scum, filth and undesirables that plagued the earth. Fortunately for the young demon, she essentially has all the time in the world to bring her plans to fruition, for now she should just relish in her youth... a century or two of it would suffice.
Emmet was, for some inexplicable reason, immune to her otherwise enchanting spell. Technically speaking, he was one of the few people resistant to her disingenuous ability. As expected of the one she venerated, he who appeared near faultless to the ostensibly wayward demon. The opposite may in fact be true in this matter. Little does Emmet know of how he placed the young temptress under his spell long ago, a nigh divine prince who so patiently escorted her towards the light. His gleaming visage jeered upon her formerly empty soul, giving it life and meaning, albeit a sordidly twisted one. Even as he walked hand in hand with death for every scars and burns acquired from his countless engagements with the agents of terror, he still fretted over the possibility that she may have been bruised. His altruism in a way, tortured her. Every fleeting glimpse of him strung upon the tangled webs of her secret fantasy. Everyday, she threads carefully in light of her forbidden dance. How repugnant indeed, for her to look at him with such clandestinely debased eyes.
His almost stupefying aura made her go awry, puzzling her due to how differently he acted when outside the bounds of their own private space. Perhaps similar to her, he is just more concerned about how other people thought than he normally exudes, as evidenced by his reaction upon her disclosing to the public his more delicate side. As subtle as it may seem, Rosa could easily surmise that Emmet was affected by her loose lips giving her earlier statement more all the more validity. Although she is unable to fully manipulate her brother using her abilities alone, it would seem as though her well-versed usage of words and body language would suffice. Before she knew it, she got him, hook line and sinker. Amidst her supposed rambling, some words had apparently dealt a critical hit. He is so sensitive it's adorable. That much is palpable from his somewhat remorseful looking expression. Nevertheless, she continued on with her incessant prattling.
"...Then Marge was all like "Nuuu ladies can't act like that, be a good girl" and all that, but of course I ignored those losers cuz like, you told me you're all icky around that sorta stuff and I totally thought you're freaking out or something and also, like what's that about me being bruised, hello!? I'm like a full bred demon, ya really think bein' pushed will hurt me? I mean, look who's talkin' you're always like, getting hit hard fighting all these terrors and baddies and stuff and you're still alive! Hell you're prolly just like, winging it and chargin' head on with those fights which is totally 100% dumb like, remember that one incident with the Ice Queen? Almost gave me a freakin' heart attack, If anything, be worried about my dress and..." She suddenly let out an abrupt gasp as if recalling something. She halted in her tracks and began foraging through her deep pockets befre pulling out a very slim and slick looking phone scrutinizing its every nook and cranny for any scratches afterwards. "Ah... it's fine, right so where was I-" She then noticed Emmet staring straight at her, this was the part where she shuts her mouth and lets him speak. Only now does she realize how long she was been babbling on, covering over 5 different topics in one go, including the events leading up to her 'running into him, minus the whole orchestrated suicide and possession episodes of course.
As serious as Emmet appeared, his lighthearted and warm disposition was still present as he basically pledged himself to attend her party. The scene once again confounded Rosa, although she did envision a somewhat similar reply, she did not anticipate such a strong response from him. Internally, she was elated despite her seemingly sullen behavior, how could she not after that? She felt his resolve in every enunciated word accompanied with such refined tones and that exquisitely tranquil smile. The ambience he emanated overwhelmed the magenta haired adolescent. Inherently, she turned away in her effort to conceal her reddening face. She felt as though her knees would betray her any moment now. A somewhat bizarre yet stigmatizing feeling swarmed the girl’s inner cognition, compelling her to repeatedly admonish herself for such audacious thoughts especially considering the man behind him to be her own brother. With her jaws rendered jittery, she responded coldly on a whim.
"R-r-really now, ya say the same thing to other girl's at work eh?" Briefly, she took note of the stutter in her voice causing her to subtly clear her throat. "Gee Emmie, that's not fair, pullin' the 'knight card' all a sudden, how could I stay mad at ya after that?!" Of course she says that despite never being mad in the first place, never could she bring herself to feel genuinely upset at her dear Emmie. In fact, she only conducted herself as such in order to maintain the consistency of her performance. Despite her general brattiness, she still had some pride as an actress of sorts. Things not going according to plan made her somewhat self-conscious, especially when such anomalies include inappropriate feelings on her end. Regardless, she executed her next plan of action. As if on cue, she tapped on her state-of-the-art phone and scampered over to Emmet's side, gently tugging on his coat. "Say cheese!" Rosa exclaimed as she suddenly held her phone before them with her outstretched arms. She took measures to ensure that the phone's camera did not capture any of the blemishes on her dress by ducking forward to ensure that mostly her smiling face was seen next to Emmet's half-body shot. "Beep. Boop. Selfie. Acquired." She uttered with a mock robotic voice. Rest assured the said photo has secured its place into Rosa's blog.
Deception was the game that Emmet's sister played; a facade hiding true intentions beneath a cleverly planned attitude. Similar to his fellow citizens, the lieutenant remained naive to Rosalynn pulling the strings; like a master playing with puppets. The orchestrated actions went unbeknownst, the demon providing no suspicion towards the possibility of his sister directing the actions with the usage of her abilities. A blindness was maintained to the youthful manipulation within his direct family. In his eyes, Rosalynn was merely a sweet, young girl who deserved a mild sheltering from the horrible reality of the modern world. There were merciless slaughters caused by the malicious Zeredah who desired to enforce her vision onto the world. While heroes lurked around corners, prepared to hunt down the threat, the air of gloom remained heavy as time gradually passed.
The bitter reality of the clouding darkness alongside the vicious bite of loss were notions that Emmet wanted to keep Rosalynn from. Unfortunately, his fixation kept him blind to the twisted definition of justice that his younger sister kept. Every passing day, the lieutenant fell victim to the illusion his younger sister had created, conforming to the beliefs similar to everybody else. The guilt over being separated from his Rosalynn for an extensive amount of time continued orbiting Emmet's head, making it difficult for him to maintain a proper form of eye contact. The volume of her rambling began making it obvious to the older demon that periodically spending time with his younger sister was essential. The mentioning of injuries caused Emmet to stiffen slightly. His reckless actions had unexpected effects, but there were moments where enduring massive amounts of blows were a necessity on the battlefield, or the lieutenant believed that at least.
As the one-sided conversation progressed, bringing up the fight he had between himself and the Ice Queen, Emmet flinched. The young woman with purple hair was mystery to him, and definitely somebody that required careful planning for safe capturing. In the altercation, he had suffered what he would refer to as minor injuries, a majority being gashed from pieces of ice that had grazed him. There had been a casualty nonetheless, but because of a hunter getting into a recklessly close situation between a terror after the woman had fled. Although, there were unexpected repercussions from skirmish, most specifically being the strange moments of fleeting pain, faint when they arrived. Whenever he viewed the location was pain had settled in, he discovered himself void of injury, making it peculiar for the older demon. It was difficult for him to understand what was occurring, but throughout his work days he merely ignored it and never informed another soul; the occasional, abrupt wince acting as the only sign.
"Well... just because I get hurt, does not mean you shouldn't be careful, Rosa," Emmet began gently. "When I get hurt, there is not much choice in the matter, especially considering I am a hunter, although, I will attempt to be more careful in the future. I don't want to make you worry about me too much."
After the statement, his gaze gradually glanced over the crowd before flitting back towards Rosalynn. Lips twitched up into a lip-tight grin, friendly and broad. Causing his sister concern was an unfortunate aftermath of participating in the numerous battles against terrors alongside the Assembly members. When his sister halted the process, the lieutenant's eyes remained locked on her, the smile breaking until she retrieved her phone from the depths of her pockets. The action displayed the affection teens held for their devices, but Emmet did not negatively judge his younger sister for her worry. Phones were important, especially given how dangerously the world was developing. Witnessing his words result in Rosalynn glancing away, a gentle laugh escaped his lips, there were no intentions in possibly embarrassing his sister, but it nonetheless remained mildly amusing.
Although, vengeance was shortly gained when Rosalynn continued, mentioning the possibility of him stating similar to the woman at work. Romantically, Emmet was easily flustered, the very concept of using the words with more flirtatious intent causing his cheeks to tint a faint red. Embarrassment entered his countenance, resulting in the nobleman glancing away while he hastily composed himself. All thoughts of flirting with another individual were shoved away, the male demon attempting to focus on the conversation.
"I.. I assure you, I do not," he responded in a slow, quiet voice.
The effects remained, Emmet's voice containing the distinctive pitch of embarrassment; he wished the concept of romance did not cause intense embarrassment. A few deeper breaths were taken in hopes of calming, the demon taking a moment to clear his throat. There was a tugging on his coat, which shortly earned the lieutenant's attention. The exclamation made him realize what his sister wanted, his lips tugging into a smile to allow for his sister to take the photograph. There were some self-conscious thoughts taken towards the actions being exhibited near the scene since the situation remained serious. Another glance was taken towards the crowd, the lieutenant trying to locate Rosalynn's maids.
"C'mon, Rosa, we best keep looking for your maids," he stated.
Afterwards, Emmet started pressing through the dispersing citizens, attempting to discover where exactly Rosalynn's maids had disappeared to. Once his younger sister was safely escorted away from the maids, he could return to gain the final pieces of information before possibly seeking the opportunity to leave early and indulge Rosalynn with more attention.
Rosa was not as naive as most people would think. Growing up in a privileged environment and being treated like a princess by almost everyone does not automatically make someone an overly-pampered and detached individual. Everyone has their own definition of hell, and the girl was well aware that absolutely no one else will understand. She in fact, considered herself blessed that she was spared the hardships and misfortune that befell upon the countless plebeians whose sob stories she tepidly soaked into her cerebellum. She coveted them, their suffering, the intense feeling of despair hiding underneath their seemingly normal souls whereas she felt nothing. The fact that such emotions existed make her insides churn in revulsion. If she cannot have them, then no one else can. She has analyzed the necessary algorithms enough to come to a solid conclusion, that if she is unable to change, then it was this demented and irrational world that needed changing.
She was no fool. She was aware of the unethical nature of her actions. She calculated the necessary sacrifices that had to be taken into account. Aware that others, that Emmet will loath her for the path she has decided to transverse. They may never fathom the idea that she is actually trying to save them, but no matter. After all, who better to undertake such a diabolical mission aside from an empty husk like her. As much as possible, she wished to spare her family, her beloved Emmet of the horrifying truth. Putting on a facade was an absolute necessity. She has inspected the behavior of enough people to determine just how commonplace it is to conceal one's true self, as such she concluded that the act was morally justified. It was not as if she was lying, just merely keeping the truth from others, that there is a clear difference.
She willingly played the role of the bubbly and gregarious rich girl as being well-liked by others for her carefree persona shielded her from suspicion. She placed less emphasis on her magical training and academic studies in order to decrease the chances of being put under scrutiny for her apparent genius. She readily earned the trust of multitudes for the sole purpose of camouflage. Even now her consciousness is divided among the countless masses of the weak and despondent, gathering a plethora of data with regards to the nearby vicinity. The curious mob of pawns having been attracted to her earlier tour de force like bees to a honeypot.
She expected the TRS to arrive, a given bonus indeed that even they have their fair shares of weak-willed individuals bare and naked for her possessive hivemind to pounce upon. As of current, her consciousness was divided into throughout five vessels within the kilometer radius, including the one with Emmet as of now. Fatima and Morgana still appeared as though they have gone off-track by a landslide whilst still being hampered by the cumbersome load of shopping bags the young lady so heedlessly bestowed upon them. In addition to that, taking control of the pigeon in order to survey the flow of traffic, proved beneficial in directing both Rosa and Emmet further away from the maids. Having borrowed the nervous systems and optical functions of a young TRS apprentice earlier, she promptly inspected the contents of the young man's PDA, surveying the device for possible information with regards to the TRS wanted list. All of this having taken place as she was ranting to her her brother. The plan was smooth sailing until of course Emmet's genteel performance caused her to fluster and divert most of her focus to her conversation with him. The subsequent scenery of Emmet's reddening features even compelling her to snap a photo of him, she could not help it.
Then Emmet assertively stated that they go search for the maids. She struck her right hand upwards so as to strike an enthusiastically animated pose and said, "Kay then!, onwards, to find those hosers who got lost." Of course she says that but she was the one who lost them in the first place. Then, with her arm still raised, she suddenly and nimby twisted around such that she now faces Emmet and brought her hand down to point towards him. "But first, since you promised..." She said shortly before waddling her way towards him keeping her right hand in pointing position. As soon as she was mere inches away from him, she then deftly grabbed his right hand and hooked their pinky fingers together after which she sang in a cheerful, if not frivolous manner. "Burn my heart, Hope to die, Jam a trident through my cranium!~". After which she dexterously and whimsically dashed backwards whilst twisting around and standing still on her tiptoes. "It's a pinky promise, so you better be there okay?!" She spouted loudly with a zesty grin on her face. With that she had essentially sealed Emmet's participation in the party no matter what, her possession abilities proving to be unneeded for this undertaking. Especially considering the pleasantly occupied eyed of the onlookers around them.
As she said her last line, she released her possession of the TRS apprentice, having gathered the necessary information needed for her next target. Before she knew it, the 3rd act was finished, she was now free to focus on gallivanting with her dear Emmet with what little time they had. As much as she wanted to immediately start planning for the next plot as originally intended, the presence of Emmet among the ranks of TRS members was an unforeseen factor, and one she so willingly welcomed. In the end, for all her prudent and high-minded schemes, being with Emmet takes priority. Only when she is beside her dear older brother does she truly feel like a normal girl. "Right'o Emmi'o, I think they went this way" She pointed towards the opposite street from where Morgana and Fatima were after which she clung herself near Emmet's arms. "Ooh ooh!, donut shop Emmie, I want jambusters!" She then pointed towards the nearby stall to the left they are about to pass by whilst Emmet was in the process of escorting her away.
Unknowingly, the street was almost orchestrated, similar to actors being placed on the stage and led by the empowering commands of the director; his sister. The multitasking capabilities of Rosalynn were never given thought considering the nonchalant disposition the girl displayed towards others. The stereotypes oftentimes taken towards high-society individuals only increased the facade, bringing a different belief to the general populace. Thoughts towards his younger sister's manipulation abilities were never taken; to Emmet, she was a sweet little demon. His views were based solely upon the persona Rosalynn would take during their public excursions or within the protective walls of their home. There was no twisted sense of justice, no grand puppeteer working beneath the quiet assistance of possession and definitely no organized deaths from a skillfulness in manipulation; at least in the lieutenant's mind.
The naive beliefs of his sister's intentions kept him blind to the terrifying reality that his sister held an unconventional form of justice and remained an adept manipulator. Even the hidden genius remained an unbeknownst factor given the grades his sister worked hard to obtain and her failings in darkness and fire manipulation. The concept of his sister being talented in possessing others never occurred to the older demon; likely from his own refusal to use the ability. Those first impressions and well-fitted mask caused Emmet to remain ignorant towards the truth. There was another glance taken back towards the scene as the lieutenant realized he would be unlikely to return until after his younger sister was guided to safety. It left the older demon fretting over those he worked within his unit, which was a common thought due to his intense protectiveness over others. Numerous factors remained lingering in his mind, a portion now featuring the day he fought the Ice Queen.
The extreme chase had transformed into a battle where there had been a casualty, the aftermath resulting in his close friend walking away. There were always negatives to even winning a battle, including the casualties hurting the morale of the living. It increased his concerns since that day, perhaps even resulting in his recent absence from home. As the highest standing rank within the third unit, the worries of morale and casualties weighed heavily upon his shoulders; especially when he had to read every excruciating report mentioning the deaths of those within his unit. He remained the individual who was given the blunt truth of the situation's gravity alongside the sacrifices his fellow members had given to the cause. Although, the cheerful mask that Rosalynn wore staved away a majority of the sorrow. For an instant, surprise flickered within his yellow eyes as his sister brought the promise back up, and hooked onto his right pinky while stating her own version of the promise for a pinkie swear.
A soft chuckle escaped the older demon's mouth as a grin touched his lips. By the laws of a pinky promise, Emmet was now required to attend his younger sister's birthday party. There had been no plans to skip after providing his original oath, but the necessity for attending the party was increasing. Participating was obligatory, which meant hastily calling the TRS and requesting for vacation time on the date of Rosalynn's party.
"You know I will be there. A sweet sixteen is pretty important, so I best be there. I will book my days off after work today, alright? And if you really think I won't, you can even listen to the call as proof," he responded contently. "However, if I am going to be escorting you, I better radio in that I will be away."
While Emmet continued walking, one of his hands smoothly grabbed hold of radio around his belt. There was a preference to deal with the situation himself, but family outweighed the importance of his lieutenant duties. With a few switch adjustments to his holding, he brought the radio to his lips.
"I apologize, but it appears my little sister got lost. I am currently locating her maids and will try to be back soon," he said professionally into the radio.
There was a small beep before a response of confirmation arrived through the speakers, the voice even mentioning keeping him updated. Afterwards, the radio was returned to his belt while his attention returned to Rosalynn. The main objective remained to locate his sister's maid, Morgana and Fatima, who were bound to be lost within the dispersing crowd. At the mentioning of a possible direction, Emmet listened to Rosalynn with no argument; being unaware that he was being taken completely off track. While they walked the crowded streets, the lieutenant's eyes glanced around the crowd, searching for the familiar faces of the maids. They had ventured far from the scene, the faint sound of sirens being the only indicator that the proceedings were still being taken. Currently, the older demon could imagine that the truck driver had been taken down to the RCMP station for further question while the remaining individuals awaited the arrival of the ambulance. The scene would be scoured for evidence that could possibly be used to gain more information.
At the mentioning of the doughnut shop, Emmet's complete attention was given back to Rosalynn. Being sidetracked would not assist the situation, which caused the lieutenant to flinch. The niceness that occupied his mind alongside his immense care for his sister made it nearly impossible to say no. There was a momentary thought taken towards the situation, at least allowing Rosalynn to purchase a jambuster would allow him to scan over the crowd for the pair of maids. It would allow for a moment of stillness that could result in him finally discovering where his sister's maids had run off to.
"Alright, but be quick, okay, Rosa?" Emmet stated, giving his sister permission.
These were moments where Emmet found it difficult to even give a thought towards food, especially after arriving at a gruesome scene not long ago. A churning sensation remained in his stomach, removing any definition of appetite from his mind. The constant concerns of his unit's well-being while handling the task lingered within his mind. Mentally, witnessing the ugly suicide could result in a variety of negative symptoms. He imagined the more sensitive would be removed from handling an emotional case, but the fretting remained; the fretting always remained.
The moment her keen ears managed to discern Emmet's earlier remark on the radio, Rosa internally shuddered in delight. A brief flash of thought passed her by, inquiring to herself that perhaps she has become too good at manipulating others for her own good... She then hastily dismissed the notion. The only thing that mattered currently was that her most cherished brother prioritized her safety over his work which is likewise, the same case for her. Shortly thereafter, she put her earlier assumption to the test. After arbitrarily disclosing her sudden desire for sweets, in which she apparently felt obligated to solicit Emmet's approval, her brief experiment produced the expected results. "Yay!" She instinctively exclaimed as she began gleefully scampering over to the donut stall while correspondingly borrowing the consciousness of a little girl nearby, enabling her to closely examine her brother's next movements. Whilst she supposedly took her time browsing the assortments of deep fried confections, she was also able to perceive Emmet's understandably divided attention.
Emmerson Halogan, being the nigh paragon of virtue Rosa regards him to be, is favorably easy to read. That in addition to practically her whole life observing him in his private life, is a blessing. The fact that she is now managing to infiltrate his life at work is yet another achievement now within reach. Before too long, every and all aspects of Emmet's life will at last, be uncovered by her. Meanwhile, she merrily pointed at several of the varieties of donuts presented within the glass display case "I want that one... and this, and this and that..." overall selecting a hodgepodge of 12 different flavors. It was already a moment too late when she regarded Emmet's possible disinclination for sweets due to the earlier mise en scène, taking into consideration his curiously delicate mind. Casually handing over the exact amount as she previously computed, she skittered back towards Emmet whilst nonchalantly picking out a jelly doughnut from the box. Teetering forth as she neared him, she sulkily commented. "Man, I swear I told 'em to wait for me here". Then again, she was also the one who subliminally arranged for their departure.
Pretty soon, the game will be up. It was not as if she desired for Morgana and Fatima to disappear entirely, she was already tarnishing their reputation as much as she is. The longer she kept up the comical pursuit, the deeper the predicament will be for her official lackeys. Rosa finds it most diverting that Emmet has yet to determine the relatively straightforward solution to this game despite the clear hint she had presented to him moments prior. She then crudely held the jelly-filled confection between her teeth and lips before unceremoniously handing over the donut box to Emmet. Afterwards, she once again equipped herself with the aforementioned hint, the phone, as she fastidiously and promptly tapped on the device's spacious screen. She then brought the phone next to her ear and snatched the toothsome pastry off her lips with her free hand, biting off a huge chunk as she consequently flashed an impish beam towards Emmet. The phone vibrated as the sound of ringing reverberated within Rosa's ear shortly before Fatima answered, upon which she was immediately met with a barrage of questions.
"Like, seriously Fanny, is it really that hard to use a phone? I mean, ya ain't even that old, you're only like, 67 and already acting like a technologically illiterate human geezer. And also, where ya guys at? Cuz me and Emmie here are like, super-duper worried right now." In the meantime, she heedlessly gnawed off a mouthful of the jelly doughnut as she lackadaisically listened in on her maids reply. "Mhhmm..hmmph... w-like... what, seriously?!" Rosa could not help but chuckle, despite her prior knowledge of their situation. "How'd ya doughheads get all the way there? like, oh my god, ya bozos better get back here with my stuff 'kay?!~" Just like that, she dropped the call before Fatima or Emmet could say their piece. Devouring the remnants of the pastry in hand afterwards, she then gaudily waved the device in front of Emmet before she said in the most haughty manner "Ya see Emmie, the "smartphone" works kinda like a radio, only that it's like, a thousand times better cuz ya can call pretty much anyone with a phone. Ya have one in your pocket right now dont'cha?" According to her recent analysis, it has become apparent that she and Emmet clearly suffer from a certain form of generation gap.
The consequence of being the youngest of the Halogan household in Lorsette is now becoming more and more evident. "Don't your work buddies teach ya how to use it, literally everyone uses 'em now ya know? Looks like imma hafta teach ya myself soon eh?" she said with her usual smile. "Apparently, Marge and Fanny are now like, three streets away, weird right?" Considering that this plan of hers had been drawn out on a whim, she may not have initially considered the repercussions on Morgana and Fatima's part. There could have certainly been better ways of prolonging her short time together with Emmet. However, she is aware of the significance of her brother' work which is in all actuality, a fundamental factor in preserving the city's peace. If her calculations prove to be accurate, then their estimated time of arrival would border around the 10-12 minute threshold. In that short duration, Rosa is technically free to act as she pleased. Admittedly, the demeanor she exhibited throughout her brief excursion with Emmet was outright unbecoming of a noble young lady of her caliber, at least that was what Morgana would have said.
Rosa then leaned her head against her beloved's well-built arms after which she uncharacteristically said out of nowhere "I'm... sorry, for ya know, distracting ya like this." Strangely enough, the near perfect simulation of a smile remained on her face as she said with a somber tone. "Ya can go back to work once they get here 'kay? Just... lemme stay like this for a bit longer..." . With that, the final act is complete, still unaware that the sheer effectiveness of her performance actually compelled Emmet to plan for an early leave.
A sigh escaped Emmet's lips while Rosalynn cheerfully approached the doughnut shop to gaze over the various pastries. It remained a diversion from the objective, but replying with denial was always difficult for the lieutenant when it came to his younger sister. Considering the scene prior, the older demon was somewhat relieved that Rosalynn still possessed an appetite afterwards. There was a vague suggestion that perhaps she had been protected fro viewing the stomach-churning gore. While his younger sister began joyfully selecting her doughnuts, the lieutenant continued glancing around the area. A majority of the crowd dispersed, returning to their regular activities or heading home because of the gruesome scene. Continuously, Emmet's yellow eyes glanced around the general vicinity, surprised to fail even capturing a glimpse of Rosalynn's maids; certainty they could not have travelled far, right?
After a few moments of fruitless gazing, the lieutenant exchanged a few words with the citizens that remained in the area, but it heralded zero results. Slowly, Emmet's fingers ran through his hair, ceasing once they reached the back of his head while his other hand settled on his hip. There was definitely a discussion needed about trying to keep Rosalynn within sight, although, the lieutenant found it difficult to blame the women. At times, it could be difficult to maintain close proximity to a young teen; even Bernadette had occasionally lost sight of him when he was a child. It was inevitable but still required a mild scolding to assure that the situation would not occur again, or at least less frequently. When the sounds of approaching footsteps met the nobleman's ears, his arms returned to their sides while he faced towards Rosalynn. At the mentioning of the maids being informed to wait, the male demon lifted an eyebrow slightly.
"Then they can't possibly be far," he murmured quietly. "And you are certain you did not ask them to grab something for you before you found me?"
There was a requirement for more information about the subject, although, the older demon remained blind to the obvious solution. The worries about his unit accompanied with his concern's about Rosalynn's presence had remained a steady distraction, especially with the nonstop conversation his younger sister had been keen on invoking upon discovering him. The handing over of the box resulted in Emmet lifting an eyebrow as Rosalynn fetched her phone again. Smoothly, his sister touched the screen before bringing the device to her ear and providing a mischievous glance towards him. A sheepish smile stretched across the lieutenant's lips at his own failure to use the communicative powers of a cellphone. The slightest hints of red tinted his cheeks from the moment of embarrassment.
A hasty phone call could have easily sorted the situation within a matter of moments, but the male demon rarely thought about the device; usually, he only required his radio for work. Silently, Emmet listened to the conversation between Rosalynn and her maid, Fatima. The questions were provided immediately by his younger sister while she worked towards capturing the location of her maids. Afterwards, the smartphone was waved at him while his sister proceeded to proceeded to inform him of the uses. The embarrassment increased with the spoken words, the lieutenant wishing that he had originally used the phone; at least then he would not have fallen victim to this teasing.
"Yes... I just don't usually use it at work," Emmet admitted quietly.
On most occasions, the device remained quietly sealed away in his pocket while he participated in missions and went through endless stacks of paperwork. The numerous significant jobs of a lieutenant naturally arrived before distracting himself with the cellphone. Admittedly, the electronic's importance was labelled low in Emmet's opinion considering he would only use it on occasion; usually when the TRS required him to come into work despite it being a day off. The sheepish smile remained on Emmet's lips while Rosalynn continued, mentioning his work buddies.
"Hey, I don't usually use it at work," he began, attempting to defend himself. "Usually I'm out doing a mission or getting stuck with piles of paperwork..."
There were the slightest hints of annoyance merely stating the word 'paperwork' from the lieutenant's stern hatred of the concept. Days had been devoured reading and scrawling a signature of ink across the provided section for signing. The procedure was lengthy, especially when the sheets continued piling up whenever larger missions occurred or when little was accomplished from distractions. At the mentioning of the distance between themselves and Rosalynn's maids, Emmet lifted an eyebrow in confusion; how did they get that far? While they could have perhaps gotten lost, the male demon still found it peculiar that the pair were several streets away.
"Very. I wonder how they possibly got that far," Emmet stated before sighing. "Hopefully this doesn't happen again. It can be difficult to keep up, but we can't have them constantly losing sight of you."
The male demon continued holding the doughnut box while occasionally surveying the surroundings. His yellow eyes returned towards the scene, narrowing noticing the ambulance that was heading towards the supposed suicide. For a few moments, his attention lingered until he felt Rosalynn's head lean against his arm. Immediately, his attention returned to the situation while his younger sister spoke uncharacteristically. The lieutenant listened to each word, smiling gently towards his little sister. During the wait, he would allow Rosalynn to maintain the desired position.
"It's alright, everybody gets lost on occasion. Besides, it wouldn't be hard with the chaos," Emmet responded. "Okay, but try not to get lost again, alright, Rosa? I don't like the idea of coming home one day to hear they lost you and couldn't find you. The world is a dangerous place currently, even when you are able to defend yourself."
The words were spoken softly, genuine concern touching each word while he spoke to his sister. The concept of Fatima and Morgana returning to the manor and stating that Rosalynn was missing made the lieutenant's stomach churn; it needed to be avoided at all cost. Already, his mind could think through the numerous horrible things that could occur should his sister run into a terror or Assembly member alone. They could possibly bring harm to the younger demon, even going lengths of slaughtering her without a second thought and Emmet was not allowing that to occur.
Beneath Rosalynn's genuine smile was a reverberating echo in her head. The strain of multitasking entirely different frames of consciousness, whilst subliminally conveying different thoughts in their psyche, had begun to put a slight strain on her brain. Nevertheless, she acted like she was fine as usual, everything will be okay now, Emmet was here after all. Tenderly, she leaned her lithe form onto her brother's battle hardened build as the arrays of algorithms and seemingly perpetual dissonance began to fade. Her mission was over, necessary information having been scanned thoroughly and her pawns having been given the required instructions and ideas. Her cognition was once again hers and hers alone. The magenta haired girl reveled in her brother's every words, still at a loss for her lack of prior knowledge regarding the main reason for his concern. She should have expected him to act as such. After all, the feeling was mutual on her part. As tempted as she was to join the ranks of the TRS in order to be able to achieve her ultimate goal while concurrently staying in close proximity to her dear brother, she was all too aware that the most practical and conclusive solution to the problem is far from idealistic. In time, Emmet would no longer have to express such banal sentiments. She is only just getting started.
As much as she wanted to appreciate his coddling, she can't help but feel a slight tinge of distaste due to his choice of words. Perhaps she really was performing her role a tad bit too well. According to her research, she was no longer in the age range that would normally be considered a child and will in fact, be of the legal age of consent in country soon enough... Regardless, this incoherent feeling of belittlement where she would have likely been grateful in the past might be one of those behavioral developments associated with puberty. "I'm no longer a child Emmet, you don't need to worry..." Before she knew it, her Valley Girl accent faded into a more mellow and sincere tone. Amidst his soft and heartfelt words of concern, she could very well discern what he was implying. If only Emmet knew of the macabre spectacles Rosalynn had so apathetically observed and orchestrated, then perhaps the joke would have been on him. Every single one of her victims deserved it. She has come to the inevitable conclusion that in order to truly save the city, a decisive and overwhelming victory must be achieved over all opposing factors. Any and all seeds of this depraved madness that plagued the masses have to be stomped out completely... not a single one to be spared... "Trust me I'm aware, we live in Lorsette after all..." she absentmindedly spat out in an uncharacteristic stupor.
The sudden realization of her incongruous change in demeanor prompted her to hastily clear her mind and face Emmet with her fingers outstretched so as to poke him in the cheek. "Gee, ya really think I'd like let that happen? C'mon now." She pressed her lips together in indignation. "Sheesh, can't have ya treating me like a child forever ya' know... well now that I think of it, please do keep treating me like a child for a few more decades. Like, seriously how does everyone else deal with such short lifespans." She says, reverting back to her usual garish attitude. Shortly afterwards, she regained her composure and released Emmet from her almost cloying position, merrily snatching the box of sweets off of him as she did so. Already, she could perceive the number of curious eyes directed straight at them. Maintaining her earlier display of affection towards her brother would have given them the wrong idea. She was no stranger to the predatory nature of tabloid journalism after all. As of now, the maids were merely a corner away from the street they were in with an estimated distance of about 50 meters, most likely to reveal their presence at any given moment. Considering the proximity between the two groups, Rosa could therefore surmise that will make their entry in a minute's time. Meanwhile, she once again foraged the box and dug out a sprinkle filled doughnut which she began nibbling on, savoring the sugary filling whilst she casually observed Emmet's next move with her buoyant visage.
Before too long, the conspicuous sight of two women wearing antiquated uniforms trudged through the dispersing crowds whilst transporting a copious amount of shopping bags. Still in the process of finishing off what is left of the confection in hand, she turned to Morgana and Fatima cheerfully waving to them as they glared daggers at her, prompting Rosa to run towards them afterwards. "Ah finally you guys're here! like literally, wow you guys" she chided at them despite her being the one to blame for the grave misdirection. "And also... yeah sorry for goin' off on my own earlier" she wholeheartedly said in a serious tone, strategically so, even before they had the chance to apologize themselves. Then, as she expected, the two lowered their heads so as to express their remorse whilst asking for forgiveness. "Girls girls, please like, stop already that's just embarrassing, you don't haf'ta say that to little old me". As always, expressing the truth always made up for the perfect act as she really did pity the fact that such a predicament had to be unceremoniously placed onto them. Instead, she turned her uneasy gaze towards Emmet in order to study his reaction.
While Emmet remained motionless with his sister leaning against his muscular frame, he stared into the crowd. People smoothly passed, occasionally stopping to exchange conversation before continuing. Expressions were a mixture, a vast variety amidst the sea of different faces. There was a passiveness, an acceptance towards the events earlier as people attempted to forget the grisly fate of the Assembly member. Among the crowd were a who progressed without displaying any pangs of weakness from the scene. It felt as though a majority of people trapped within Lorsette learned to accept the gruesome nature of its crimes. There was a never ending cycle to the destruction and death as people rebuilt from the plights the city faced. In the turmoil of fate, they merely continued down their destined path, praying that doom will not befall theirs. The functioning of Lorsette was gifted by these morbid displayed, forging only faith in survival to the citizens inside; the people who dared to remain. While his thoughts lingered on scene, Emmet reveled in the moment spent with his sister near; some quiet from the usual chaos.
After years of excruciating excursions on the wild battlefield, Emmet could easily enjoy a momentary silence from the intense action; or at least occasionally. The sincere comment that escaped his sister's lips returned the older demon's eyes towards the girl. His constant fretting was the result of brotherly protectiveness, a natural instinct to defend those dearest with helpful advice or heroic action. Thus, the insistence brought a minor sorrow to his yellow eyes; protecting Rosalynn was necessary, yet, she informed him of her lack of child status. A soft sigh breached his mouth, his eyes lingering on his younger sister before gazing across the crowd. There was a silence, Emmet shutting his eyes and organizing his thoughts. When his eyes fluttered open, they shifted back towards his sister with a new sense of softness.
"You're right, you are growing up and are no longer a mere child," he began gently. "However, you are still my sister, Rosa. Which means no matter how old you are, I will still be determined to protect and worry myself with your safety. It's my job as your big brother, isn't it?"
As he completed speaking, the corner of Emmet's lips tugged into an endearing smile. There would always be kindred affection towards Rosalynn; an underlying necessity to defend his younger sister from all forms of harm. Although, a majority would easily notice the over-protective behaviors of the male demon. While his intentions remained benevolent, he attempted to shield his sister from the grisly news that orbited through Lorsette on a delay basis; from meager crimes like petty theft to the horrifying reality of murder. The uncharacteristic response caught the nobleman off-guard, his eyes widening in shock from the unnatural stupor. They remained locked on Rosalynn, fixating on the his younger sister and the words that left her mouth; he failed to protect her from those horrible things. There was relief when the female demon suddenly shifted back to her usual demeanor, Emmet relaxing from a slight tensity that settled into his muscles.
The shock vanished a few moments after Rosalynn poked his cheek, slowly resulting in his lips forming a lopsided smile. The sudden shift towards the more energetic attitude was soothing, suggesting nothing array with his precious little sister. A soft laugh arrived from the older demon as he derived amusement from his sister's attitude. There were times he missed these instances where Rosalynn was his company.
"I don't think anyone knows how," Emmet responded with a shrug. "So how long should I be treating you like a child?"
There was a mild playful tone to the nobleman's voice while he conversed with his younger sibling. The box of desserts was snatched from his hand, Rosalynn taking the pastries for her enjoyment. A lip-tight grip touched Emmet's face as he witnessed the younger demon gleefully continuing to munch of the various confections. The assortment remained solely to her interest since the lieutenant's stomach churned from the gruesome memories, easily warding away his appetite for the time being. While he stood patiently awaiting the arrival of Rosalynn's maids, he admittedly craved a smoke. Frequently, people witnessed him partaking in negative habit, but resisting the calming sensation of nicotine entering his system; he hated the god-awful addiction at times. After a few moments, Emmet crossed his arms, avoiding the cardboard package hidden in the pocket of his uniform; he preferred to avoid smoking in front of Rosalynn and crowds.
Times passed slowly, the nicotine craving bothering the lieutenant with its petty insistence towards lighting one of his cigarettes. The disposition of temptation touched his face is slight ways, his shifting glance at the pocket that held the death sticks, the faint tapping of his fingers against his forearm and mild desire gracing his facial features. When his gaze returned towards the crowd, he noticed the pair of uniformed woman burdened by their shopping bags. The older demon watched as Rosalynn hastily approached the maids, following behind with a sense of relief; shortly, his sister would be safely taken home. There were apologies being exchanged as the nobleman approached, watching as the maids expressed contrition and Rosalynn state that it was unnecessary. There was sympathy captured in the lieutenants expression as he gazed at the unfortunate maids who received hefty load of Rosalynn's shopping; how could they be expected to keep up? There was a brief hesitation before the nobleman spoke.
"Although, I do ask you try and keep up with Rosa a bit better, if that is not too much to ask, or at least try and keep her close," Emmet paused. "How did you two end up so far anyways?"
The inquiry was mere curiosity as Emmet wondered if the maids had witnessed anything interesting that could have led them astray from Rosalynn's location. While the older demon did not expect more sinister methods, his thoughts continued the ponder the marvel of the maids venturing three streets away.
Rosa remained completely unaware of her arguably tasteless move of feasting upon sugary desserts in the wake of the macabre spectacle. Neither was she aware of the way the typical brain was programmed to trigger a natural reaction that made the intake of any edible material within close proximity of a potential contaminant, in this case a mangled corpse, to be cause for revulsion especially for those with weak constitutions. Nevertheless, it escaped her train of thought as Emmet appeared indifferent to the notion and let her be, although Rosa did find it a bit odd that her brother did not help himself to a box of confections as he would have normally done at home, sweets which she herself had bought nonetheless. Such trivialities however, mattered not to her as she gnawed at the fried pastry whilst stifling out any audible sound from her lips whilst attempting to reply to Emmet's question until being uneventfully interrupted by the presence of both her maids a little while ago. A real shame at that, considering how much she cherished such diversions with her beloved Emmet. This one in particular left quite the mark, filled with his genuinely cheesy lines streaming into her ear canals, making her feel just how much she mattered to him. Even now, whilst ostensibly having been accustomed to his cosseting affection, she remained unsure of the bizarre sensation from within each time such words were uttered by him.
By now, it is needless to say that Rosa had full control of the situation, albeit in a clandestine light. Their attempts to track the supposedly lost young lady through the flow of the crowd, their inability to use their phones and even the way they were apologizing were all but minor yet essential props in her theater. Upon hearing of Emmet's consequent response, the flickering of the spotlight reemerged as the curtains unveiled one last time. Lady Rosalynn of House Halogan might as well bestow upon her treasured audience a well-deserved encore as should be expected. Woe to her hapless servants for having to endure even a second more of such travesty, for the young mistress had been overcome with indulgence yet again. In one subtle motion, Rosa gently dusted off the hems of her now tarnished skirt after which the keen eyes of the austere Morgana took note, eliciting a perturbed countenance from her characteristically collected face. As such, the lowly servant lowered her head even more upon the implication that her negligence might have placed the young lady in harm's way, Fatima soon followed her example.
Rosa could discern the sweat accumulating from the corners of their faces. About a century ago, they would have been charged with neglect of duty which could be valid grounds for dismissal. We have failed the young lady... Rosa so dispassionately transmitted with then prompted Fatima to inquire as to what had happened to which Rosa responded "Nothing really, just horsing around with Emmie here, playing find the old maids with him, munching on donuts, getting rough with a beefy policeman- wait... that didn't come out right.... sorry ignore that pa-"
Before she could finish correcting her intentional wordplay, Morgana chimed in with her now even more intensified expressions of guilt, clearly overreacting as usual.I... have to take responsibility! Rosa could not help but add after witnessing the charade of her own design, her otherwise rigid and uptight attendant going so far as to put her job on the line as compensation. "Marge! like, stop it. You're blowing this out of proportion!" Rosa blurted out in a premeditated maneuver as her tone roughened, losing its earlier upbeat flavor. She soon sauntered closer, bending over as she gently placed her hand above her shoulder. "It's not your fault I'm such a dummy 'kay..." Rosa earnestly said shortly before tugging on their sleeves. "C'mon, lift your head, you too Fanny... geez you two're always like this..." Rosa then turned her attention to Emmet.
He began commenting, after which both maids were inquired as to how they managed to distance themselves so. Rosa would be the one to answer in the end, via her proxies that is. The young lady managed to slip from our grasps and we let her... And so Fatima relayed the young demon's message to Emmet with a melancholic tone in addition to arrays of apologetic gestures. We looked everywhere... how could we have been so blind? It was not long before Fatima's tone grew more apprehensive as she resorted to spouting self-deprecating remarks much to Rosa's distaste. Sighing heavily both at Fanny's pessimistic attitude and her inability to control her maid's running mouth, she interrupted. "Are ya like, kidding me Fanny? not you too ugh..." Afterwards, Rosa scurried over to Emmet's side "Emmie please don't listen to 'em all of this is my fault, they're just being idiots again please don't get mad at 'em I promise I won't get lost again."
As always, the truth always made for the most convincing performance, no matter how partial. Maybe we got a little carried away... Rosa ended up having to tone the women down as they were beginning to irritate her which of course, she kept to herself. She handed the box of sweets onto Emmet's hands shortly before darting off to the maids, turning her head back at Emmet and saying "Keep it and share it with your buddies 'kay? I'll haf'ta like, calm these jokers down" Once again, her jovial timbre reemerged as she slid between Morgana and Fatima prior to trotting past them and twirling around to face the group. "I'll take it from here, c'mon girls! go go goooo" She uttered, mimicking a cheerleading coach.
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