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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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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Christina had been wandering around town but within a few minutes she had found herself standing in front of city hall, before slowly walking towards the entrance and making her way across the room. She was wearing a formal dress shirt with slacks, her purple hair laid across her shoulders as she wandered around, unaware of his location. Ever since she had seen him the first time, she hadn't been able to get that man out of her head. She had noticed her friend at the kissing booth, he seemed to be enjoying himself even if it was only by a little bit. Letting out a small sigh, she walked towards the area holding the food. Grabbing a cup she put water in it before taking a sip. There were a few people staring in her direction but she could care less. Ice Queen could go where ever the hell she wanted, she didn't have a fear of being caught of killed, though being killed was much more preferred over being caught any day.
Her eyes wandered around the room, trying to see if she would notice anybody worthy of interest, somewhat disappointed that she hadn't come across Emmerson just yet. Perhaps a scene would be in order. She thought to herself, a small smirk forming on her face as she debated on how she would go about doing that. Of course her friend wouldn't likely be happy if she managed to scare all the boys away. No..... maybe not.... not unless trouble comes to me first.... She thought to herself before finishing her water cup. She tossed it in the nearest trash before heading back towards the door, deciding that she didn't want to be in here anymore. Valentine's day.... she just couldn't understand why anybody would celebrate that useless holiday.
There were always expectations that arrived with the prestigious title of lieutenant and occassion these expectation featured guard duty. While a majority of his subordinates would have enjoyed the pleasantry of warmth and the jovial air of the dance, Emmet was suddenly handed the duty. Unfortunately, a few hunters of his unit were infected by sickness, which left the team short-handed should somebody not fill in the necessary positions. The demon had scrambled and managed to get a portion of the positions filled, it left a single interior guard position which was promptly taken by himself for the sake of Lorette's citizens. A soft sigh escaped the lieutenant's lips as his yellow eyes gazed over the crowd where young couples enjoyed their partners and a line of individuals found entertainment in the kissing booth. Everybody appeared to be happy spending time at the Valentines Day Dance while he resigned himself to a quiet corner.
These events lost meaning after the unfortunate loss of Marina, his wonderful wife. When the woman passed, the lord frequently avoided dancing and attempted to keep his distance from anything associated with Valentines Day. The grand events frequently reminded him of the dark-haired beauty dressed in those divine clothes, her gentle hands clinging to his arm as they enjoyed the festivities together. He leaned against the far wall as he watched, wondering if Marina would have enjoyed the dance; it appeared likely considering their enjoyment of past ventures. Slowly, his gaze drifted downwards as the demon took a mere moment to collect himself. As usual, he was dressed formally in his TRS uniform, the pair of stars and red accents contrasting the darkness of his uniform. There were a few people who attempted to earn the lord's favour, gleefully hurrying up to request a dance.
Each was denied, the sorrow in his heart leaving deep scars which made moving on feel impossible. He glanced back to the crowd again, the dark-haired man pushing away from the wall. Gradually, he walked the inside perimeter, occasion speaking into the radio to provide commands for any hunters who appeared to be having troubles. It remained a subtle helping hand, merely providing support to fend off the malicious thoughts of his beautiful wife. Another sweep was conducted, his yellow eyes searching across the crowd for something suspicious, shortly discovering it. The demon's eyes fixating on a certain figure with long white hair, the facial features immediately being recognized. The Ice Queen had infiltrated the Valentine's Day dance which suggested the possibility of trouble should she remain inside city hall. Already, the lieutenant was sensing the possibility of a catastrophe should he not attempt to apprehend her; or at least, keep tabs on her position.
The radio was flicked, Emmet preparing to speak while he weaved through the thicket of people. A buzz echoed from the machine, the nobleman flinching as he checked the batteries of his radio. Perhaps his idle interfering was unnecessary on account of his radio's poor battery. The device had numerous problems because of its age, which was a telltale sign to grab a replacement. Instead of focusing on his radio, Emmet clipped it onto his belt and weaved through the crowd, reaching out in a desperate attempt to grab the Ice Queen's wrist before she vanished into the night.
Christina hadn't noticed Emmerson coming towards her, too disappointed in this party to pay attention to her surroundings. When he had reached out to grab her wrist, it had come as a surprised when she felt it tighten. Who would dare reach out to grab the Ice Queen? She would glance back to see it was him, the one that she wanted to see again because he was amusing. Her heart skipped a beat when she had turned to face him, there was no point in walking further, until she had escaped his grasp. "Lieutenant." She would answer, a small grin on her face. This night had just gotten better when he had showed himself to her. Perhaps he had been here the whole time and she had managed to miss him. regardless of the reason she couldn't help but feel slightly pleased at the sight of him. I must remind myself we are on opposite sides.
I can't get too close enough though frankly that sounds so nice to me. She wasn't supposed to allow him to pull on her wrist, trapping her inside this building, so she would make a small effort to tug her wrist free from his grasp. "Did I ruin your fun by coming here today?" Seeing as she was here, it likely had ruined anybody's day if they had to put up with her. She was one of the few AP members that managed to get the job done of placing fear in citizens and TRS alike. She had made one hell of a name for herself, placing her on the most wanted list. What to do, what to do.... She thought to herself, currently still in his grasp, despite the fact it would mean she would be captured shortly.
Despite his lack of enjoyment for these types of events, Emmet disliked the presence of the white-haired Assembly soldier. The Ice Queen was becoming renown around Lorsette, even being placed on the most wanted list for Assembly agents. Her presence proved that the citizens of Lorsette were in danger, or at least to the TRS lieutenant. Fortunately, Emmet managed to grab the Assembly soldier's wrist, his grip tight to avoid the possibility of her suddenly fleeing. While the possibility of danger lingered in the TRS hunter's mind, he found himself oddly excited to find the Ice Queen had decided to attend the Valentine's Day Dance. There was a hidden part that desired her attendance, almost as though there was more significance to her presence. Grasping her wrist resulted in a palpitation in Emmet's heart, the close proximity driving his heart mad.
Bashfully, his yellow eyes avoided her gaze, the small grin causing a faint red tint to touch his cheeks. There was a peculiar sensation that transcended over him whenever this white-haired woman was present. A mixture of excitement and nervousness which was familiar, although, Emmet found himself unable to place a name to the feelings. The arrival of the question surprised him, resulting in a pause as he contemplated his answer momentary. There was the opportunity to escape the suffocating circumstances of the romance-themed dance, a topic he still desired to avoid when possible. The lieutenant, shook his head, narrowing his eyes at the white-haired woman.
"Perhaps, but I am more concerned about the enjoyment for the citizens," he spoke in a hushed tone.
The dark-haired man glanced around, knowing his broken radio would not be adequate to make the report. There was difficulty spying his fellow TRS amidst the endless crowd of citizens. The massive fray of bodies made Emmet flinch, the demon knowing he would probably require back up if the Ice Queen decided to escape, alass, he struggled to see his TRS hunters in the crowd, leaving him alone.
Christina help but feel pleased when his grip on her wrist had tightened, the strange desire of wanting him around her was becoming overwhelming but she just couldn't explain the reasoning behind it. Emmerson had looked away from her, noticing the blush touch his cheeks pleased her, but she wasn't completely sure why that reason would be. It wasn't like she was trying to make him embarrassed for work purposes, so why was seeing him blush so fulfilling? To her question, she pouted at his answer. "That is ashame..." She would answer, feeling like she could have done more to make it more pleasant. Wait, why she concerned over his feelings? I never worried about anybody else prior to finding out Nicholas is alive and well of course Arlo.... but he, he isn't anything to me and yet I feel bad that I ruined his day....
With Emmerson glancing around, she took this time to try and pull free from his grip. Feeling a great desire to get away, not really for the sake of escaping, the strange urge to have all of his attention. She couldn't explain the reason behind her desire for his attention, she just wanted it, right now. Thankfully, they seemed to be alone in this room full of citizens, so she wouldn't have to worry about other TRS hunters helping Emmerson catch her. "I don't think I caught your name last time, Lieutenant." Though it was true she hadn't caught his name, it wasn't like she had gone out of her way to give him hers either. Though by this point, he likely knew it if Nicholas had confessed to being her twin. "I'm bored...." It had been a mistake to crash this party, or maybe not, depending on what Emmerson chose to do.
There was a peculiar desire for close proximity growing the longer Emmet remained by the mysterious woman. Being near the beautiful woman brought a strange joy to the lieutenant's heart fluttering slightly as he maintained his grip. These feelings were oddly nostalgic, although, he found himself unable to place why he appeared to react in this abnormal manner. While there was anxieties sparking, but mixing with an ever-increasing excitement and joy over Christina's presence. Eventually, the requirement to search for somebody with a functioning radio ebbed, the demon calming as his eyes flitted between the Ice Queen and the crowd. The pout that marked her countenance after his remark caused Emmet to flinch slightly, partially wishing he never spoke he initial comment. He could not comprehend why it appeared to become a significant mistake suddenly, Christina was a criminal after all.
Should Emmet have guessed, the Assembly soldier's enjoyment could be wreaking havoc on unexpecting criminals, yet, he still desired her to have a good evening. The lieutenant averted his gaze, instead of watching the rhythmic movements of the crowd to avoid staring at Christina. When she attempted to escape, he tightened his grip, keeping his hand firmly around hers. At the mentioning of his name, the demon's eyes glanced back towards her. There was something compelling him to inform her, as though the strings of fate were already binding them together.
"Emmet..." He responded hesitantly in a hushed voice. "One of my fellow hunters stated your name is Christina, right?"
After the incident a while back where he attempted to capture the Ice Queen, Nicholas had provided the young woman's name a short time afterward. There was further information provided, the white-haired hunter even explaining that Christina was his twin, which answered for the oddly similar appearances. The lieutenant's eyes were about to wander elsewhere when Christina stated she was bored.
"Because I caught you?" Emmet inquired.
The presumption was made because of his beliefs over how the Assembly of Phantoms worked. After battling them numerous times, the demon found most Assembly members to be rather sinister and intent of causing mayhem.
Christina couldn't help but feel pleased when Emmerson's grip tightened, making sure that she wouldn't be able to flee from him. Hearing his name was pleasing, though she still likely would call him lieutenant when addressing him. His name was just so handsome. "Is that short, or just Emmet?" She asked, not completely sure why she was asking him this, but she was only curious. "Nic...." She mumbled, knowing he is the only one that would know of her name. "Yes, that is my name, though I go by Chris sometimes too." One would have thought that she would regret giving her name out to him but she hadn't, in fact she was pleased that he knew. She was surprised by his comment. "No..." She answered, unsure on why she was admitting this to him. She had come here, only to find him because finding him gave her great enjoyment. Being here, ruining his fun and now feeling suddenly bored... she felt like she was missing something but she wasn't sure what exactly that is. "I can't explain it, I just am...." Or maybe the fact that the valentine dance was specific to loved ones that she felt so alone that it made her somewhat sad too. "Aren't you bored?" She asked, placing the subject back onto him.
There was an unexpectant joy that arrived with capturing Christina and nobody being around to provide backup. Instead of transforming the evening into a chaotic event of mass panic, it remained rather calm. The romantic music played soothingly over the speakers, loud enough to be heard, but not reaching lengths of annoying to speak over. People moved around the dance floor with grace as they worked alongside their partner to make a smooth and pleasant dance. There was calm conversation, people smiling and laughing instead of panicking and running out of city hall. They were enemies, yet, they were not fighting as the majority would expect in the current moment. Instead, they passively stood while Emmet kept his hand locked around the white-haired soldier's wrist, refusing to risk her escape. However, there appeared to be more than merely desiring to keep an enemy of the TRS from wreaking havoc.
There was something about being warranted the time to be near this mysterious woman. The closeness to Christina was pleasant, calming, yet, somehow thrilling in a delightful way. The question towards his name furrowed his brows, the lieutenant wondering why the soldier was curious to Emmet being short for something. There was a moment of hesitation before he answered.
"... It is short for Emmerson... I just prefer Emmet," he explained quietly.
The confirmation about being correct over Christina's name was responded to with a brief nod; at least he was granted with correct information. A flicker of surprise entered the demon's eyes when the Assembly soldier stated that being caught was not reason for her boredom. As she spoke, a soft sigh escaped Emmet's lips as the lieutenant found himself agreeing oddly enough.
"I can relate... I don't have fun at these events anymore myself," he mumbled in response.
Dances were avoided like the plague after the early demise of his wife, Marina. These occasions simply lost there charm when her face suddenly became absent. Sometimes even events hosted by his own family would be left unattended by Lord Emmerson, who would instead resign himself to his room; unless dragged out by his endearing younger sister of course.
Christina nodded her head in understanding. Emmerson is a very handsome name.... I am keeping that fact to myself though. I am not going to let him know that I find it attractive. It seemed fate had a terrible sense of humor, on the one hand, she had met a TRS hunter that she couldn't bring herself to kill and now.... now she couldn't help but enjoy having his company. What is the matter with me? I'm supposed to not care about other people and yet here I am, having fun being around him.... No.... maybe fun isn't the right word, maybe I am just strangling working up a way to take him down.... Take him down where? Oh my god, clear your thoughts woman.... Shortly after, she had told him that it wasn't because she was bored. There was more behind her boredom on being here. Her heart melted when he mentioned how he could relate.
"That is ashame." She sided glanced. "Maybe it is because your on duty, you should have requested it off." It wasn't because she was here and that she didn't like his company. She just wanted to tell herself he was able to relate because how the hell could somebody have fun if they were working in the middle of it. She didn't want to ask him if he had lost somebody, or was single this year. Though she couldn't help but feel slightly curious about it. As for her, she never had that special somebody and it had been fine for a while. Or at least until she had met him. "I never really had fun at them." She wasn't trying to guilt trip him or anything, but how could one enjoy something when they never had a reason to. I shouldn't have come, it had been a big mistake.... She thought to himself, jealous at all the people having fun on the dance floor.
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[attr="class","stattext"]Together they stood in the crowded city hall while people around them smiled and enjoyed the Valentine's day dance. There was something about their close proximity during the event that felt significant and correct for some peculiar reason. Everything felt as though it would be alright, Christina's presence being oddly pleasant despite the frightening circumstances of the first impressions. The peculiar emotions were notions that Emmet could not explain, his eyes flitting around, but always returning to the goddess next to him. There was something about the Assembly soldier, her appearance having a divine beauty which resulted in his eyes lingering on her. The woman possessed a special kind of beauty, the lieutenant glancing over her instinctively; her sublime appearance was eye-catching. Her long hair flowing down to her hips, subtly moving with a special elegance. Her body had an attractive shape, her feminine beauty easily capturing the yellow eyes of the demon. She was both stunning and adorable mixed into a single person and despite his lack of knowledge on her true personality, Emmet felt drawn to her.
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After a few moments, Emmet forced his eyes away, glancing at the crowd instead to avoid staring too long. The lieutenant's thoughts left a faint red on his cheeks as he wondered why he was so mesmerized by her appearance and desired this closeness. He could not begin to comprehend why his thoughts had fixated on her incredible beauty. The mentioning of his duty leaving to boredom caused Emmet to shrug as his eyes returned to Christina. Work was never necessarily boring for Emmet, the lieutenant oftentimes enjoying his occupation when not locked into the office. He enjoyed the hunting aspect where thrills were common and his heart would start racing madly as adrenaline flowed through his veins as he protected others from terrors or soldiers of the Assembly; he enjoyed the thrills of playing hero.
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"Not usually, I just... don't like dances as much as I use to," he murmured vaguely. "Work only gets boring when you're couped up in an office for hours doing paperwork."
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Another glance was taken around at the dancing and couple games that people participated in. A sigh escaped Emmet's lips as he glanced around, partially wishing Marina could have been around to dance with her or create some enjoyment. Fortunately, he did have at least somebody around him, which was Christina. When she mentioned never having fun at them, the lieutenant gazed towards her with sympathy.
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"I guess we both have the same problem," he sighed. "If you're here to have fun, what did you even want to do?"
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The inquiry was asked sheerly from curiosity since it seemed the Ice Queen wanted true enjoyment over inducing mayhem. A tight grip was maintained on the woman's wrist, Emmet still remaining cautious should Christina wished to make a scene. While it seemed unlikely, the demon considered it his duty as a lieutenant to at least keep an eye on her.
Christina couldn't help but feel drawn to Emmersonim, though she was bored it wasn't nearly as bad now that he was standing just across from her. It wasn't the thrill of being noticed or caught, just having his presence nearby was good enough, though she was quite pleased that his attention was all on her and all she had to do was be noticed by him. She couldn't help but notice him glance away, unaware that he had done so to avoid staring, thinking instead that he might have been searching somebody else out. She chose to keep her thoughts to herself, though that thought made her somewhat uneasy. Possibly being arrested today was one thing, but if he was searching out somebody else to keep him from being bored, that would be so hurtful.
She pushed her thoughts aside, having taken notice of his cheeks being somewhat pink. Had he seen the person he was looking for? Is he stuck being around me instead? She restrained herself from letting out a sigh. No, he didn't need to know of her disappointment, unaware that he had been blushing because of her. She had changed the subject, only saying because she knew he couldn't possibly have fun with her around. With a small smirk she couldn't help but answer him back, "I think somebody needs to lighten up the mood." She wasn't talking about herself, "Surely it can't be that boring in an office, with plenty of work to do? Or maybe the paperwork needs something extra too it." She had lifted her hand in front of herself, placing a finger against her chin as she appeared in thought. Of course the joke might have been taken as her being possibly serious but that would be his problem, not hers.
Emmerson was looking back towards the crowd, it wasn't until he sighed that she couldn't help but playfully frown at him. "Hmm.... I don't know." She teased, not entirely sure, but as far as he was concerned, she had come with a plan. He sure is keeping a tight grip, I wonder. She thought to herself, tugging her wrist back towards herself, just curious to see what exactly he planned to do about it. Whether he held on or not, she would take a step back anyway. What do I want to do? Have some fun with you of choice.... but lets push that aside because I can't have that. She thought to herself, not planning on attacking, though if given the chance, fleeing was completely on the table.
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[attr="class","stattext"] There were few things that could work for making a dance enjoyable for Emmet, but currently, Christina's presence made it tolerable. It kept the nobleman's focus away from the unfortunate early death of his dearest Marina. While plenty of beautiful women had attempted to gain his attention over the years, they paled in comparison to this mysterious Assembly soldier. Everything about her maintained the demon's endless curiosity, his yellow eyes frequently peeking over to gaze over the breathtakingly magnificent woman to stood beside him. There was something special about her, but Emmet could hardly describe the incredible sensation overpowering his emotions with positive vibes despite the Ice Queen being regarded as an enemy. Several things were wrong with the situation, yet, standing beside the white-haired woman felt significant, necessary even. The reason behind its importance was beyond Emmet, but nonetheless, he refused to move, making no motions to attempt to drag Christina near a TRS agent who could possibly possess a radio. [break][break] The lack of effort made towards getting the Ice Queen arrested would likely cause problems in the future, however, the TRS lieutenant proceeded to stand beside her, hand locked around her wrist. Extensive breaths were taken in an effort to sooth his rapidly beating heart, this peculiar infliction onto his body being oddly nostalgic; this explosive mixture of emotions had been felt before. The thrilling delight accompanied by harsh pangs of nervousness, particular around mistakes that could possibly upset Christina. Happiness, anxieties, thrills, they were all evident in a confusing brew of various emotions and feelings. The lieutenant's mind fixated on the reasoning behind these feelings until his thoughts were interrupted by his company. [break][break] "Lighten up?" He murmured, believing himself to be a rather laid back lieutenant. The mentioning of paperwork resulted in Emmet exclaiming. "Paperwork is never enjoyable! Several hours of a pencil in your hand while you fill out those accursed sheets. By the end of the night, my fingers are sore." [break][break] The joke provided by Christina was taken entirely seriously, the demon's extreme hatred of paperwork making jokes referring to it difficult to enjoy. Jokes were frequently taken with ease by the lieutenant, but paperwork would always be the most villainous foe he was expected to face. Fieldwork was thrilling, providing Emmet with an incredible adrenaline rush he had grown used to after years of service for the TRS. Unfortunately, somebody needed to spend hours filing through paperwork and the duty was handed to him. When the white-haired woman began playfully teasing him, the demon lifted an eyebrow since the notion perplexed him; he never expected the enemy to tease him unless it was absolutely hurtful. The moment Christina attempted to pull away, Emmet's grip tightening, a step following to avoid unbalancing her. [break][break] "Well... you have to have some reason to be here," Emmet murmured. [break][break] There was a genuinely curious tone to the demon's words as he spoke, wondering why exactly the Ice Queen would attend a dance and not ensue mayhem. Quietly, he listened, hoping to be provided with a true answer to the nature of the mysterious woman's visit to the Valentine's Day dance.
Christina couldn't help but find herself slightly jealous at the other people enjoying the Valentine dance. Of course she was aware that the reason behind her misfortune had to do with her position as an AP member, life just seemed to have a cruel sense of humor. She knew that she deserved this fate, after killing her parents and later becoming an assassin, hell, even going as far as to get paid by being AP. At the time it seemed like it was the easier side, now she just wasn't sure. Her brother was alive, then there was Emmerson. It seemed like they shared a connection but she just couldn't explain her feelings towards it. She wasn't upset that she had failed to be a proper AP member, wasn't upset that she was breaking Ace's policy of getting close to other people. Aware that he would search her out when he found out about her feelings towards Emmerson.
It would be harder to keep her in the game, a high risk if she tried quitting because there were others who found out about her position as an assassin or worse, forced retirement. The fear of Ace finding out about her brother and Emmerson had crossed her mind but she was determined to keep them out of harms way as much as possible. Secrets, she was full of them. It was too late for honestly to build relationships, the only thing that held her together was her secrets. Nobody knew what was really going on with her, not even her friend Arlo, though it seemed he had a pretty good idea about her lying so she refrained from doing so by dodging the questions instead. At least then he would have to sort for himself the answer instead of her flat out giving it, which in turn might be a trick on itself because even the smallest things rarely got an answer. She was the mysterious woman, so many secrets but nobody to share them with.
She smiled at his question, "That is right." She answered him back, amused that he seemed to misunderstand her comment of a joke. "I bet I could make it enjoyable." She teased further, wondering if he would figure out that she was planning something or not. Surely a few papers being caught on fire would be not much harm, right? "I suppose there is only one way to find out." She kept teasing, not interested in burning his paperwork right now, giving herself a rain check for another time but he didn't need to know that. Shortly after pulling away, she felt his grip tighten as he stepped closer. "I had a reason but I seemed to have lost it." It was a lie, but she wasn't ready to admit that she had come out here looking for him. It must be strange, trying to sort out her reasons for coming out here with their past history.
I found who I was looking for, I'm not ready to leave just yet but.... What can I do? She thought to herself, curious, she found herself stepping closer. He did after all ask her a question, surely this wouldn't be taken as a serious answer, right? She leaned closer, looking up at him. What am I doing? I really shouldn't be doing this. She thought to herself, reaching out to caresses his cheek. This felt right, she wasn't sure why she proceeded, perhaps being curious? She pressed her lips against his and kissed him. The spark she had been searching for, she had just found it, if even for only a moment.
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[attr="class","stattext"] While everybody else enjoyed the festivities and danced to the flow of the music. Couples were pressed close, whispering their sweet nothings while they moved around the dance floor, enjoying the company shared between them. From a distance, Emmet watched the happy faces, each pairing staring lovingly into one another's eyes. There were plenty of happy people participating jovially in the wonderful activities featured for Valentine's day while himself and Christina stood near the door. Most of the focus was fixated on the dancers littered across the dance floor, those not participating remaining on the sidelines, awaiting their turn or jealous of those with significant others. When Emmet's yellow eyes stared towards the dance floor, he was hit with pangs of sorrow as he missed his wife, Marina. Her beautiful dark hair, graceful figure and splendid personality always made his heart thump wildly. Part of him continued mourning, wishing he could have taken her slender hand, leading her to these majestic nights. He doubted he could fully recover, even believing that perhaps he would never love again.
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Mending his broken heart took time, Emmet even returning to the Halogan manner, where he remained after the death of his wife. While he stood inside the city hall which was decorated in various reds, pinks and the occasional purple, he found nostalgia from those days spent alongside Marina, yet, something fended off the sorrow now. After leaving his lonesome corner to follow Christina in hopes of foiling any plans the infamous Assembly soldier could have, there was a peculiar comfort. A strange, new sensation had transcended over him, as though his emotions were telling him this was where he was supposed to be. There was an odd amount of comfort which soothed him from the white-haired woman's presence, as though somebody dragged those emotions out of him despite the sadness in the situation. They had spent a limited amount of time together without attempting to capture or kill the other individual, yet, something pulled Emmet towards her. The notion was strange, but the male demon knew there was something supernatural occurring between them, alas, possessed no information to formally state what it could possibly be. Perhaps it is an Assembly trick?
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The concept of these strange connections being the result of magical tampering between them, Emmet found himself hesitant to believe the notion. Everything insisted this was a new reality without meddlesome forces attempting to create an illusion between himself and this beautiful woman. The nobleman's eyes flitted towards her, lingering for a few moments before searching the crowd. At the mentioning of making paperwork fun, a faint blush painted Emmet's cheeks as he fixated on the distant wall to hide his reddening cheeks.
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"Y-you could?" he stumbled out. "... I cannot allow a soldier in my office..."
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There was purposeful vagueness towards Christina's occupation when Emmet spoke, the lieutenant admittedly wishing they could test the theory. Everything about her presence felt special, causing the male demon to enjoy this limited amount of time they could have together. When the nobleman was forced to step closer, there was a minor increase to the red of his cheeks. Bashfully, he glanced towards the tiled floor of city hall, desiring to keep his flustered behaviour towards subtle romantic queues a secret; even if they were unintentional queues, it proceeded to fluster him. The mentioning of her losing a purpose for arriving at the dance earned the nobleman's attention, his eyes slowly glancing towards her face in surprise. Could this perhaps be a ploy to hide her true objective? Unfortunately, the TRS lieutenant could not be certain until she made possible motions towards starting mischief. After a few moments, the Ice Queen stepped closer, Emmet staring at her with shock as a faint red touched his cheeks.
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Her hand reached up to touch his cheek, soft against his face as the blush continued to increase, but Emmet could not look away. The young woman was mesmerizing, earning his attention through the movements she made and the divine nature of her appearance; he wanted to know more about this enigmatic woman. There was no effort to move away when Christina's lips pressed against his, the nobleman's blush increasing as his heart slammed against his sternum. The instant was incredible, the feeling of the kiss possessing an unexpected pleasantness as the softness of her lips pressed against his, but was this not suppose to feel wrong? They were enemies, yet, everything about this moment resulted in Emmet's heart singing in joy.
Christina couldn't help but think Emmerson might have been somewhat distracted and why shouldn't he be? It wasn't like she was of great importance to his life. All they had in common was that she was to cause mischief and him to cease that mischief by arresting her. And yet, it felt like his presence was needed in her life, as if it gave her life some meaning that it hadn't felt in years. She couldn't place her finger on the reason behind it but she enjoyed being around him and it didn't require mischief, though teasing him on the subject seemed somewhat harmless. A pang of guilt started overwhelming her, who did Emmerson have in his life that was great importance. Not for the sake of her placing them on her list, but for the sake of her presence kept him away from them. These people were happy and yet, Emmerson seemed different from them. Was it because his special person couldn't be here to enjoy it with him?
Why, where could they be? Her heart seemed to jump a beat when he was looking towards her once again. Though when he looked back towards the crowd, she couldn't help but feel a little bit jealous to not have his attention all to herself. What is wrong with me? I shouldn't be having such feelings. Her thoughts were pushed aside when he had asked if she could. Clearly he had misunderstood how exactly she planned on doing so, his personality told her that he'd likely have objections, if only he knew. She giggled when he had told her that he couldn't allow a soldier in his office. If she didn't know any better, it sounded more like a prepared speech over his exact feelings on the subject. It is for the best though and I won't press him on the matter. When she had moved away, tugging him along since he held onto her wrist, she couldn't help but feel slightly pleased when he had moved towards her instead of pulling her back the opposite direction.
His cheeks had become redder and all she could think was how adorable he looked, though her own cheeks were feeling slightly warm, having become embarrassed by her own thoughts. It always happened when real life feelings got in the way of her job. She could fake it but when she really felt emotions towards somebody, her timid side always came out. When she had stepped closer, it was to test a theory. Of course she hadn't expected him to allow her to do it, though she was pleased when he hadn't made an attempt to stop her. This, it just felt so right and yet it felt so wrong, they were on opposite sides and yet she knew it was her own fault. She had pressed her lips against his, feeling that spark that she longed for. What are these feelings? I don't understand. How could this happen to a person like me? The kissed went on, she made no effort to pull away.
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