#culinarynightmare

   Siebold felt he was coaxing a small Pokemon to him when talking to this girl. He was being patient, and calm over the current problem. Yet she was in his territory, so Siebold was not too patient as he would be.    ”But miss, I cannot just let someone leave after seeing something like this—”  He signals with a hand towards the scene of crime he committed just behind him.   “And besides,                          This is my territory, in a sense.       I haven’t seen a soul here by accident in the longest time.                        And    you    simply    trespassed. “

Sieold’s more serious tone had shown by possible accident, yet he simply went with his own flow from there. He raises his hand over his chest, clasping his hands together, continuing to advance forward to the young female .  ”Miss, do not leave. Since you are already here, you can help me with this body. How about that? It is much better than trying to run.     Because    running   is    the   worst   option. “

No, no, no!  Damnit!  Why was he still talking?  Why was he still advancing on her?  He should just let her go!  She said she wasn't going to tell anyone!  Wasn't that enough?!  (Not that she could really blame him, to be honest.  He didn't know her from Eve and her word wasn't really worth much to begin with, let alone to a complete stranger.)

"I got lost!  It's not like I wanted to be here!  It's not like I stepped outside tonight with the thought in my head, 'oh!  Let's walk in on a heinous crime!  That'd be great!'"

She was terrified and if that wasn't obvious already, her desperate, talkative behavior certainly clarified it.  Her heart squeezed with every forward step he took and she tried very hard not to let tears brim in her eyes.  Oh, please, please, please, please, don't kill me!

Her steps faltered when his voice lowered in that final sentence and she found herself rooted in place.  Run.  That's what she wanted to do above all.  But he was right.  Running would only hasten her demise.  Her eyes flickered to the red-drenched messed of what was left of whomever had already met their end and she quailed visibly.  She'd done much worse than move a dead body, but was she really willing to help him when doing so didn't exactly mean he wouldn't kill her?

 ”Mademoiselle, I do not lie to you, I would never hurt a young lady as you, I promise.” He sighs, hanging his head low. Attempting to not chuckle again, yet it was difficult.     However, he struggles in his cuffs, the metal clinking against itself as he aggressively pulls in them, trying his best to get them to break.  ”Dear, these are quite tough..”

Arceus-damnit... she was stuck.  This one clearly wasn't going to cooperate at all and she really, really didn't want to just leave him here.  Calling the police was an option, of course, but she knew how incompetent they were back home.  There was no reason to believe they wouldn't be just as incompetent here.  Plus, if he somehow managed to escape before they got here...

No.  That wasn't an option.  C'mon, Kotone!  Think of something!  What would she do?  The question came unbidden and she shivered, folding her arms more tightly across her chest.  As much as she didn't want to rely on old habits, had never thought to need them this far from home, going about this in any way approaching normal just wouldn't get anything done.  Clearing her throat, she took a deep breath and looked back at her 'captive.'

send me a ✄ for my character's reaction to yours walking in on them in the middle of killing someone.

Of course Siebold would not have noticed anyone else in the darkest alleyways. He expected no-one either— no one walks the back alleys. Yet that never meant there was no chance of it ever happening.     It was a quick kill, however. It would be quick and simple. A stab in the neck, that was all it would take. But at a bad time it was, he was on high alert with his paranoia , and he glances over his shoulder a few times as he was dealing with the struggling victim, yet he was surprised upon ‘fake’ footsteps he heard were actually proven real as a young lady had approached.     There was no way to hide this dying body, so he simply stood straight , and grinned to the young lady.

" Oh, now why would a young lady as yourself travel these alleys? Traveling at night sure is a bad decision.        You don’t know what kind of people lurk here during these times…  ”

Kalos was so confusing!  Why in the world did every place look the exact same around here?  Why was it that no matter where she turned, she always ended up in some abandoned alleyway or empty street?  It was late and all the shops seemed to be closed, which meant no one was around to give her directions.  She'd been lost in this unfamiliar city for almost two hours and she really didn't want to have to resort to knocking on residential doors this late.  Ugh.

She took another left turn and walked down another empty alleyway, eyes glued to the pavement beneath her sneakers.  Surely if she just followed this path, she might find herself somewhere more manageable?  Only the alley wasn't empty.  Or so the sound of struggled breath and frantic motion told her.  Looking up, she was startled to find herself staring down an unfamiliar blonde, several paces ahead of her, who was standing over...

Wait why was that other person on the ground?  And why was he bleeding?  Profusely?  From the neck?  Oh Arceus where had she ended up?

    "Is there something you need, Diantha?" He questioned, delicately placing a hand over hers.

She had not realise as her hand drifted to her side that she had made contact with his thigh, that was until she felt his hand upon her own.

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Adam blinked. Hey, someone was over there. Maybe they could help him. He approached them and signed something to Espeon, who nodded and turned to the other, his eyes glowing a bit as he used telepathy to translate.