The Thespian

[Emmerson Halogan]

841 WORDS

@rosa

BY MINNIE OF GS

SOMETIMES ALL YOU CAN DO,

The arrival of the maids prompted the necessity to get the situation organized, or at least sorted to Emmet's best ability. There was still curious about the intense distance that has been created between themselves and Rosalynn; something the older demon found difficult to fathom. He was void of anger, only a mild disappointment and concern settling into the nobleman's stomach from his younger sister escaping the gazes of her maids. After spending years around his over-protective mother, Bernadette made Emmet wary of his younger sister traversing the busy streets alone. There were those constant worries about Rosalynn getting snatched up off the street and perhaps imprisoned for some ransom. Unknowingly, the demon remained blind to the younger demon's capabilities; merely taking the value of her appearance and ineptness in elemental manipulation. Thoughts were never taken to the expansive plain of capabilities that arrives with possession; likely sparked by his own failure in the power.

Quietly, Emmet observed as the maids as they approached as they lowered their heads. The action was symbolic, displaying shame and remorse for the unintentional negligence. A sensible action, especially when there were two members of the family they served on the scene and aware of the occurrence. There was a subtle tension in the situation, the failure to perform their required duties weighing against them in the current instance, however, there was an ounce of fortune. The sympathetic nature of Emmet made the older demon more forgiving towards the unfortunate servants who managed to lose his sister in a crowd, although, it battled against his over-protectiveness. What if he failed to locate Rosalynn? It could have possibly resulted in his younger sister getting injured instead of the mere tarnishing of one of her numerous clothing articles. The fretting continued, Emmet's stress levels heightening as his mind listed off the potential threats towards his sister.

The inquiry towards the occurrences during the maid's absence captured Emmet's attention, leading him away from his thoughts. The explanation Rosalynn provided gave vague insight to the happenings while the maids were busy getting lost amidst the massive throng of people. Immediately afterwards, one of the maids began expressing her guilt, additionally offering her job as compensation for the accident. The display caused the older demon to flinch as it generated emotions of pity towards the pair of maids who worked tirelessly to please his younger sister. There was a sudden shift in Rosalynn that Emmet noticed easily, the older demon listened to his younger sister take the blame for going missing. Shortly, the young girl proceeded to show support, seriousness gracing his sister's voice before the gaze shifted towards him.

The nobleman listened to their explanation, the mentioning of Rosalynn managing to slip by and the difficulties in finding where his younger sister managed to escape. Several self-deprecating remarks were made, revealing pessimistic undertones as the woman completed the explanation. There was a shift in Emmet's attention when his younger sister proceeded to speak, insisting against the blame belonging to the maids. A moment was taken to think, Emmet glancing down at Rosalynn before shifting his gaze towards the maids; usually, people of the Halogan household refused to entrust him with any decisions considering they only viewed the tainted blood that pulsed through his veins. There was a gentle sigh as the older demon scratched the back of his head.

"Just... try not to let it happen again. We don't want Rosa getting lost and possibly abducted after all," there was a momentary pause. "And try not to stray too far from your maids, Rosa. Even if you can manage yourself, it is best to be careful."

The abrupt bestowal of the doughnut box caused Emmet's eyes to widen in surprise as Rosalynn suddenly shifted back to her usual over-zealous behaviour. There was a gleeful assistance to share it with his buddies before Rosalynn passed her maids and began cheering them onward. A soft smile touched the older demon's face as he held the box closer, taking a few moments to watch his sister.

"Speaking of buddies, I better get back over there. Be safe and I will see you when I get home Rosa," the demon said.

Once the farewell was stated, the TRS lieutenant turned back towards the scene, his expression shifting towards a more sombre appearance. He weaved through the remains of the crowd, noticing the preparations of the clean up alongside a few strange looks sparked from the box within his hands; thankfully, a small exchange of words cleared up the situation. There were a few moments to overlook the progression of gathering evidence before the lieutenant took his leave since this, unfortunately, meant the steady addition of paperwork to the staggering stack of reports; it was endless. Furthermore, the individuals he required to exchange words with already evacuated the area, resulting in his presence on scene officially being useless. Thus, the gradual return to the TRS headquarters began with extreme hopes that Rosalynn would not get lost again; Volos forbid something horrible happened to her.

- - is march on in life.

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YOUR BODY IS MY MASQUERADE.

Emmerson Halogan

986 Words

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Just as soon as Emmet diverted his attention away did Rosalynn follow his example, twirling about 180° on her heels in response. Immediately afterwards, the once genuine beam tangible from the corners of her lips lost its luster. Her vibrant pretense was nevertheless maintained as she commenced her animated takeoff. "C'mon ya two, don't wanna get lost again eh?" she tastelessly taunted the still disconcerted women who then acquiesced without a word. Alternatively, they could well have just procured a teleportation hex en route to the manor which by all means, should have been the customary procedure. However, she had other plans in mind.

She could not deny her willingness to punish her maids for once again, ruining her alone time with Emmet. Furthermore, having scanned the PDA earlier has conveniently notified Rosa of the known photographs of some of the more wanted AP members in addition to accurate artistic renditions of them. Even as she nonchalantly trudged very slowly in an attempt to keep up with her attendants, her consciousness split into five, hurriedly switching from one oculus to another in an attempt at scouting for new targets. 

As much as she would have preferred to spare her legs and exploit their demonic abilities by simply teleporting back, she must first complete her reconnaissance of the area, especially considering that the sector was teeming with Assembly informants whom she could extract vital information out of. Just as one of the more low-end informants came up on her radar, meters away from the vehicle containing Pressman's body, a vibration from her pocket compelled her to divert her attention as she hastily took out her phone.

It was a message from Melissa, that one girl in school who is not only a talented witch, but is also deeply infatuated with her for some reason. It would appear as though the voodoo goods from Haiti she had ordered online had finally arrived at their intended location, namely Melissa's house. Such outlandish looking trinkets would surely raise several eyebrows if sent straight to the manor. Even for all Rosa's eccentricities she has already established her distinct style, being a strict practitioner of some weird amalgamation of the pop-punk-goth subculture. Suddenly being associated with something so... "folk" and "traditional" would be considered almost unnatural for her.

On the other hand her dear servant friend, Melissa's household is littered with such curious oddities. The stuff she ordered; an intricately woven wooden mask, a headdress made out of dark nephilim feathers as well as a few other ominous looking accessories fashioned out of a dragon's horn, just a few charms here and there and they would be ready for use. How convenient as well, that the goods had arrived mere moments after gaining access to a pool of information regarding her next targets.

She then pocketed her phone and redirected her vision to the unsettled looking AP informant via a bird's eyes. Avian creatures were her favourite animals for a reason, that much should be evident by now. As soon as the young informant made his hasty departure from the near vicinity, she trailed him all throughout and eventually uncovered that he lived mere blocks away from the crime scene. Satisfied with the information gathered, she withdrew her senses and called it a day.

The group's snail pace thankfully lessened the strain on her cognition. She has now acquired an accurate list of degenerates to prey upon at long last. Considering the gravity of the crimes such individuals have supposedly committed,  she naturally intended for their eventual downfall by any means possible. Her new targets will henceforth, be a far cry from the mostly second-string scoundrels plaguing the poor districts of the city. Morgana and Fatima remained silent all throughout, the young lady not at all eager to hear their voices at the moment.

She has now, beyond any doubt, set her sights on her new victim objective. Perhaps after dealing the lowly goon she had just tracked, she will pursue her long awaited prize. Waist length, light-purple hair; Large eyes of a similar hue to her hair; an above average female height of 5'7... just staring at her mug made her sick. Pretty soon the Ice Queen will pay for hurting her dear brother, the young demon shall ensure that she will never again perform her dastardly deeds. She then suddenly signaled her maids to a halt and lethargically turned about, facing them.

"Ugh, ya guys I'm like, really tired..." She uttered in indignation prior to releasing her firm supervision of their psyche. Perhaps it is high time that we drew the teleportation circle... Morgana then broke her silence by finally suggesting that they teleport back. "Aw gee Marge, well why didn't ya just say so?" Rosa spouted out mockingly despite the fact that she was the one who insisted on walking back home against their advice. The young demon then clapped her hands together "Let's goooo, c'mon c'mon, draw the circle!" She yapped on impatiently shortly before sighing and joining in after noticing their clearly worn down condition. Drawing the hex circle on the middle of the sidewalk and amidst the crowd inevitably caused several onlookers to feast their eyes onto the spectacle with Rosa vivaciously waving to them along the way.

"Eyyy, I did most the circle, yay!" She beamed out as the crowd showered her with smiles of approval much to the displeasure of her maids who up until now, had been doing most of the heavy work. Upon finishing the hex circle, she then struck an animated pose "Goodbye everyone, ta ta, au revoir, sayon-" Her gaudy exit was abruptly cancelled out by the flash of red light engulfing them and in mere seconds, Rosalynn, Morgana, Fatima and the several shopping bags as well as the hex circle vanished in thin air. Today’s performance played out remarkably well on her part if Rosa may say so herself.