#feferi 01

You’re schedule is so clear it’s scary. You can’t remember the last day you had free time like this and its more horrifying than it is relaxing. So instead of pacing around your new hive you’re out and about trying to learn the city layout and (hopefully) make some new contacts and clients. 

You figure you should start with your own ward, though it doesn’t help that it’s practically a maze. And not 5 minutes in and you’re lost. You glance around looking for anyone who might be able to help you when you’re ganderbulbs fall on the most wonderful and terrifying sight: An Heiress.  

You consider quickly walking past and not making contact but it seems too good an opportunity to waste. A chance to let your business card be placed in the hands of Royalty. 

EXCUSE ME PRINCESS MY NAME IS STELSA SEZYAT AND WEVE NEVER MET BUT IM NEW TO THE AREA AND HAVE BEEN IN SEARCH OF CLIENTS SHOULD YOU NEED ANY ASSISTANCE WITH SECRETARIAL DUTIES OR THE OCCASIONAL AUDITERRORIZING I WOULD BE HAPPY TO LEND YOU MY SERVICES

Perhaps most people would have hesitated a bit upon seeing a gray person with what appeared to be gills walking by, but Finn wasn’t most people. With his background, the girl that walked by was actually more humanoid than most of the things he tended to see, which is why he had no fear in approaching her with a quick wave.

“Hey uh, hello--” He hesitated a moment, wondering if this was a weird question to ask, being that he hadn’t really tried to speak to many people in his time in the city.

eldritchheiress

Sitting in Sector 006 always calmed him down when he was normal. Now it quelled the rage that came from Ratatosk and took away the feeling that he...he...killed someone. It wasn’t the fact that he killed someone that scared him, Emil wasn’t a strange to killing other humans, in fact he took out half the Vanguard and the Church of Martel alongside his teammates when saving Aselia again.

But this, this was indiscriminate murder that he wanted to commit. Even going near someone normal like a human sent his mind into a frenzy and had to bit his tongue and back away with as much control as he can contain not to take them and rip them apart. To feel the warm blood trickling down his hands as he-

He shuddered again, hunching into a ball and trying not to let himself be taken over again. How long....how many days would it take for him to be able to keep control until Ratatosk took over, until his very existence as ‘Emil Castagnier' was dissipated?