Emmeline Dorian

“Mm. Actually I don’t recommend. It’s… kinda annoying.” He mulls over as if he was uttering a foreign word and trying to understand its meaning. He still has a problem relating to his own emotions. “You don’t get to keep anything.” He says placidly. He puffs out his cheeks and exhales. “Drunk me appreciates your concern.” He slurs retreating to his typical grin. He hums an odd tune under the breath, a hymn of some sort he remembers from the monastery. “Kinda.” He frowns wrinkling his nose. “Ey, I’m good. I’m good. You’re good.” He pats her on the head laughing lightheartedly. “Welp, let’s see. I’ve been practicing… practice, sleep, meditate, practice. Yeah, that’s pretty much it. I’m pretty but bland.” He walks ahead of her, turns on his heel to step backward and face her. “How’ve you been? Except taking care of a drunk.”

“But if you’re all ‘zen and stuff’ how can it be annoying?” the girl genuinely asked, noticing the contradiction there. Though it was probably not a logical thing to discuss life philosophies with an usually detached but now druk bender. “Keep anything? What do you mean?” Emmeline asked after detecting a mild change in his voice. He sounded tranquil enough, and maybe it was her imagination, but there was a hint of resignation in his voice. Rafael sounded like he was used to it. The witch smiled to his friend, glad that the earthbender was merely drunk and not under the influence while also having the effects of a personality altering brew. She had it easy in the ‘look after your drunk friend’ department compared to what he had to deal with on April 1st. “That’s a lovely tune” she pointed out, the musician in her taking notice of the hummed melody. Em laughed along with him as he patted her head, but she ended up squatting his hand away in a playful manner. They walked without a specific route, merely wandering around the gardesn. “Well, I’ve also been caught in a routine. Studying. Composing. Sleeping. Eating. I’m a perfectly monotone graduate student” the brunette admitted with a chuckle. “Damn, we’re boring. We should do something to change that”.

“Mm, nope. As long as you don’t thought– think about them. It’s all about, zen and stuff. Letting stuff go, like… be cool.” He haphazardly explains as far as he can make the sense out of it. Relatively, of course, since his brain is having a hard time making sense with alcohol and everything. “Welp, I’ll let sober me worry about that, eh?” He cackles to himself. He hands her the bottle making a weird face because he feels like throwing up again. He manages to keep it down. “I was gonna throw up but then I didn’t.” He relays his situation as he follows her out to the corridor. For a drunk person, Rafael walks relatively straight. “This is fun. Being drunk is fun,” laughs him.

Her eyebrows arched up as she listened to Rafael’s zen philosophy in a nutshell. What was it with benders and being chill? With the exception of firebenders, of course. “Huh. I should try that some time” she finally said, smiling. She kind of envied his ability to let things slip away like they didn’t mean much to him. That was a skill the young witch could have used a while ago. “True. In the meantime I guess sober me will worry about drunk you” Em stated with a shrug. She wasn’t going to be as aggressively worried as Raf had been when she was the drunk one. She obviously didn’t notice he had been about to throw up so when he mentions that she just rose a hand that landed on his forearm “Are you okay now? Is the nausea gone?”. A laugh escaped her as her friend mused on how much fun he was having in his current state. From her own experience she could agree it could be quite fun, but also dangerous for her given her propensity to undress. “So besides turning to the good ‘ol bottle, what have you been up to lately?” the girl asked him as they walked out to the gradens of Clearbrook.

“Nah. I don’t do regrets.” He shakes his head, which is basically his cheeks hitting the ground taking turns. “I’m great. I’m chill. I’ve never had a hangover too, though.” He muses out loud. Maybe it’s the half of whiskey bottle he emptied, but he feels like he could take down the sandbag. He was pretty much ready to do just that when she suggests going out to get some air. “Okie doke.” He agrees meekly, sitting up straight with one swift motion. That makes him feel like throwing up even more, but he tries not to throw up. He rises to his feet with the cap in his hand, goes over to the bench to pick up the bottle. “I’m not gonna drink it but you’re not supposed to leave food on your plate… or a bench.” He explains as he walks back toward Em. “So… shall we?” He grins idly, putting on the hat.

“Not a single one? Whoa, that must be nice” the girl mentioned with a light smile, thinking for a moment what that would be like. She had plenty of regrets just in the last year, regrets that she certainly could do without. “Not trying to be pessimistic or anything, but just because you’ve never had one doesn’t mean you won’t get one this time. I’m just doing the decent thing and forewarning you. Mark my words: drink lots of water” she instructed as she heard his footsteps, knowing he’d headed towards the bench thanks to his words. “I can take care of that for you” Em mentioned with a gentle tone, holding out her hand so he would relinquish his bottle. Then the two of them walked out of the training room. her cane moving from side to side, keeping the movements shorter than usual. Emmeline was mindful of where she could sense Raf, and given his drunken state she didn’t want to cause him to trip with the white stick.

He presses his lips together as if he was trying to remember what happened just few seconds ago. “Sandbag put me down. I fell.” He explains taking off his cap and putting it aside. He starts to giggle. “I drank, like, half of a bottle. So I’m drunk. That’s what happens when you drink too much.” He flounders ungracefully until he manages to sit up. He glares at the sandbag a.k.a. his newfound archenemy. Suddenly, he gets up to his feet then charges to the punching bag. He tackles it only to get thrown backward again. “I’ve never gotten drunken before. This is awesome and horrible at the same time.” He laughs, “…I also feel like throwing up.”

“Oh” is the only sound out of her lips when Rafael explained how the punching bag had left him on the floor. Of course the alcohol was the main antagonist in this story and not the sandbag itself, but Em didn’t make any comment. He was drunk, there was no reasoning with a drunk person. That she knew from her own experience getting shitfaced. All the witch does is pat his shoulder once he is throw back to the ground. Sandbag: 2. Raf: 0. This could go on all day, so Em thought of suggesting to go out. “Yes, yes, it’s gloriously fun and dreadful at the same time. Just wait until the hangover kicks in. Next time you smell alcohol you will recognize it as the stench of regret” the brunette went on as she got up, grabbing her cane. “I need some fresh air. Want to join me?”. He was the one who needed the fresh air, but a drunk person could get less defensive an annoying when you didn’t say the had to do something or needed this or that. “Come on. Just try not to throw up until we’re out”.

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“I’m not looking at anything” the witch replied a bit of a snarky tone after hearing him yell. There was no way for her to know that Rafael had in fact been yelling at the punching bag and not at her, since the sound was all she had to guide her in regards to the present situation. Then there was a thud and judging by how it sounded, Raf was on the ground. Emmeline moved from where she was by the door. “What’s going on?” she asked, because nothing about him sounded like the usual Rafael. Soon enough he gave his explanation and all Em could do was let out a sigh.This had to be karma for what happened the day of the potion. “What happened? Why did you get drunk?” the girl asked as she sat down next to him, putting her white cane aside.

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Allison tilted her head to the side a little as she listened to the girl explain briefly what had happened to her the day before. Her eyebrows rose a little, unable to picture the young woman before her taking part in something like that. Then again, she couldn’t even picture herself acting how she had yesterday. “Did anyone see?”

“Yes” she answered quietly, giving the other girl a nod. Probably more people than she knew had seen her, but she was certain of at least two. “Rafael and Isaac saw. I probably don’t have to worry about Raf, he’s been very decent about it. Isaac, though…” she trailed off, letting out a breath “This whole thing is insane. One day that I act like a bloody tart -and it wasn’t even willingly, not really- and now I have to live with the damn regret and embarrassment and shame. Like, there’s not a part of me, not even a tiny fraction, that would ever do anything that I did yesterday”. The witch ran a hand through her hair, going all the way to the ends and began twisting a few strands around her fingers. She was frustrated with the potion situation and it showed. “Sorry. I rambled” she glanced to the side where Allison was.

“No problem.” He smiles softly. “Oh, right. You were drunk. A lot.” He nods, pursing his lips. “Yeah, it felt intense. I didn’t really care for it.” Rafael chuckles hollowly. Somehow the sound of his own laugh bothers him. “Oh, okay.” Yesterday-Rafael thought it was crazy. Now, he doesn’t have much of an opinion on it. Had she told him to go away, he would have just walked away. “Yeah, I had to because you just flopped down on the ground. You kicked and screamed. I screamed back at you.” He points the small bruise on his cheek. Then it occurs to him that was pointless. “I carried to you the gym. I got you a towel and dry clothes. You took off your bra to dry off. After you changed I got you back to the dorm.” He lists what has happened without judgement, just reporting the facts. In retrospect, though, he wasn’t that great either. “Man, I was an asshole. A mean, screaming asshole.”

The witch closed her eyes for a moment, letting out a sigh. Her head definitely evidenced Rafael’s words: she’d drank a lot. She ran a hand through her hair -which felt like an ungodly mess- and ended up leaning her head against her palm. She needed a potion or something to end the headache. “You did care yesterday” she pointed out “At least I think you did. But from what I remember, I honestly don’t know if you were being nice or being an asshole”. Emmeline listened with disbelief as the bender narrated the events of yesterday, filling in the blanks of some of the things she didn’t remember so well. The embarrassment was quite evident in her expression. “Christ...” the girl muttered, burying her face in her palms. Her cheeks felt very warm against her cheeks, knowing that she’d gotten all flustered upon hearing she’d actually been topless for a while yesterday. “Asshole or not, you got me dressed- thank God! And you got me to my dorm, Raf” she replied, finally revealing her face as she looked where she sensed he was “So thank you. For real. I owe you one”.

He waved his hands dismissively. “I know, I know, just let me tease you!” he insisted with a laugh. He sighed loudly but heaved his shoulders in a dramatic shrug as he conceded. “Fine, but I think Sneezy should be your stripper name if you ever consider it. Just how much did you drink last night? I’ve thrown up twice today so far from my lack of a hangover.”

Emmeline let out a breath, knowing there was not much she could do if Isaac was so set on making fun of her for this. But like they said, ‘if you can’t beat them, join them’  “Sneezy is a bad one because didn’t even catch a cold. And maybe I should give you like a pimp name to go along with mine. Like Ebenezer. You know, something nerdy, really prudish. Keep the glasses for sure” she pointed out in a serious tone, showing a bit more fight in her. She was regretting yesterday enough as it was, she didn’t need someone else to tease her and keep making her feel bad about it. “A lot” the witch stated, not knowing the exact amount.

Allison nodded, pulling out a bottle of aspirin from her bag and tapping a couple out into her hand. She guided them into the other girl’s hand for her to take. “Oh, I have a lot of damage control to do,” Allison muttered, her eyes already scanning for the faces of the people she really needed to talk to and apologize to. “You?”

“Thank you” she said with a small smile when Allison gave her the pills. She reached down to her backpack and rumaging throug it she pulled out her bottle of water to take the aspirin. ‘Damage control’ sounded quite accurate for her own case, but Emmeline didn’t exactly now who she’d control it. “You have no idea” she replied before her hand went to her temple. “I think the stripper jokes will continue long after I graduate... I got massively drunk and started to take my clothes off at one point” she explained to the kitsune in a low tone.

“Yup.” He nods with the perpetual smile found its way back to him. “I found it just outside the gate.” He shrugs nonchalantly. “I totally freaked out, screaming and all. It was–” he stops to cough. “…ay, weird. I don’t think I’ve ever screamed before.” He scratches the back of his head, chuckling casually. He was overwhelmed by all the things he was suddenly able to feel, or rather, things he didn’t realize he had before. Then like the sky clears after a storm, he was empty again. That should worry him. At least he still wanted to get her cane back, so that was a good thing… sorta. “And you were taking your clothes off in the hallway. You were so drunk I had to carry you.” He points out, not with intention to tease her. “Yeah, that would have been bad. I’m glad that you’re healthy.”

“Thanks” she said once more, truly grateful that he had found the cane. It would have been a hazzle to get a new one, not to mention, a stupid way of spending money that could have otherwise been saved. “I don’t remember the whole thing, to be honest, but I do recall you were being a little intense” she mentioned, having only scattered moments in her mind about him yelling at her. “God, I know. Don’t remind me of that” she looked down, burying her face in her hands. She could feel her cheeks burning, knowing the embarrassment of her strip show would haunt her for quite a long time. “What? You... you had to actually carry me?” she glanced up, her palms now covering her mouth. Just how much more mortified could she feel about her actions of yesterday? It seemed like there was just no limit.

It was so strange, to see so many other people hungover and to not be among them. He almost didn’t know what to do with himself, but he was honestly pretty amsed by some people’s reactions. What newbies. “There’s everyone’s favorite abuser of public indecency!” Isaac chanted purposefully loudly as he sat across from Emmeline. “Have you decided on your stripper name, yet? I suggest a witchy name, like Morgana or Wanda or Cauldron. Maybe Sneezy, if you caught a cold last night.”

Emmeline closed her eyes briefly the moment she recognized Isaac’s voice. She distantly remembered having run into him yesterday, just not sure exactly when. His words only helped her remember it had been sometime during her stripping phase. “You know it was all caused by a potion, Isaac. I wouldn’t have acted that way if it wasn’t for it” Emmeline began, beginning to fiddle nervously “I’m embarrassed enough as it is, so could you please not torture me for it?”.

Allison noticed the way the girl next to her was rubbing at her temples and could immediately guess what the problem was. “I have some aspirin,” the kitsune offered quietly, letting her voice go even lower than normal so as not to increase the girl’s headache. It was no surprise that she’d been trying to overcompensate a little to make up for how terrible she’d been the day before.

When she heard the girl’s offer, Emmeline turned to face her. It took her a moment to recognize the soft-spoken voice but she did in the end. “I’d really appreciate it” she said with a light nod. She wasn’t sure if the aspirin could help quiet down things around her a little and get rid of the throbbing inside her head. It was worth a shot, though. “How bad was yesterday for you?” she asked, since she knew the potion tainted drinks had been consumed by the majority at the academy.

Sneaking up on her back, Rafael pokes Emmeline’s back with her white cane. “Buenos días, Em.” He greets her cheerfully then coughs several times. He grins after clearing his throat which has been sore all morning. “Look what I found.” He hands her the cane. He woke up earlier than usual, feeling really hot. Then he had all this time in his hands, so he had decided to go look for her lost cane. He was lucky he found it not so far away from the castle. “Boy, yesterday was crazy, yeah?” He laughs lightheartedly. “Are you feeling alright?” 

Rafael’s sudden appearance startled her a bit, but her eyes widened a little recognizing the object he had poked her with. “Hi... You found it” she said, almost in unison to when he annouced he’d found something. “Thank you so much. Where was it?” the witch told him with a genuine smile despite the fact that she was feeling like absolute shit. Physically and morally. The sole mention of yesterday made her look away, even if she didn’t have to bear looking at him in the eyes or seeing his expression. “Crazy is one way to call it...” she muttered. “I’m feeling awful. And not so much because my head wants to explode, but because of what I did... At least I didn’t catch a cold for dancing in the rain, that would’ve been the cherry on top of yesterday’s shit show”.

“No, do your math right, Em. I’d be a drunken asshole.” He corrects her. “You know why? Because drunk five year olds would exactly act like you right now.” He replies with a low laughter that almost sounds like a sneer. Squeezing the water out of the shirt doesn’t work out for him, so he just decides to wait it out to dry. He glances over his shoulder when she says she is done. He smirks a little when she finally mentions her cane. He stands up, goes over to her sitting rather calmly now. He crouches in front of her, sighing. “Ay, that’s what happens when you drunk dance in the rain, dummy. You remember the last time you had it?” He pokes her in the forehead jokingly, before rising to his feet again. He reaches out his hand toward her. “C’mon, get up. I’ll get you back to dorm.”

“Or maybe the alcohol would make you not be an asshole” she countered, sounding like she firmly believed in the powers of goodness of alcoholic drinks. She just shrugged off his next words, finding hard to comprehend whatever logic that involved comparing drunk five-year-olds and herself. The witch patted the mat to get a hold of the towel again, picking it up again to dry her hair, since it kept dripping. “But it was fun...” she muttered, raising her eyes when she sensed that Rafael had crouched before her. “I think I left it in a bar” she mentioned with a soft giggle, but then she went back to being serious. She didn’t want the bender to get mean again so she did some extra effort to not seem so obviously drunk. She nodded at his words, holding his hand so he could get her to her dorm.