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Victory! It wasn’t as if she was attempting to make her friend miss her deadline but they had both been busy for a few hours now and taking breaks was important. She smiled softly as she watched Emmy already beginning to pack away, the blonde moving to pack away her own books, humming as she packed them into her beg and threw the strap over her shoulder carefully. “Let’s get going then! If we get there before the lunch rush then we get the best pick of the best cakes too”

Hmm. There really was something weird about Emmy that she just couldn’t understand no matter how long she sat there and tried to work it out. Half of her bitter remark had been down to feeling tired. She didn’t want to come to this stupid party, to face people who either hated or pitied her but her brother had insisted and so - here she was. He hadn’t said to play nice so she had no intention of doing so. All she wanted to do was go home but seeing Emmy just stirred something inside - an annoyance that was difficult to place into words. “Culture? You thought that it was normal for someone to tell you to live in the apartment of some dead woman? Come on. I know you’re not from around here but just how dumb do you have to be in order to think that’s the norm?”. A free place was always good though, right? She’d moved into Magenta pretty quickly herself. “You sure it wasn’t just the cute boys that made you stay?”

A warm smile was given as she knelt down beside her, gently laying a hand on her shoulder. The elixir could have these types of side effects and since it was a recent batch too then even those who were used to the Elixir were experiencing some bad effects. “It’s okay. It’ll take a little time for you to get used to that feeling. You feeling it through means that it’s working. You’ll feel the benefits in time, I promise” She stood back up and offered a hand out towards the girl in order to help her back up to her feet with a warm smile, “Come. Let’s go rest outside in the gardens for a little while. The fresh air will do you some good”

He jumped slightly, freeing himself from his thoughts when the food was placed before him, glancing towards the bowl for a moment before reaching up to remove the headphones and giving Emmy a rather confused look. Why wasn’t she mad? Why was she still being so nice? “...what about you?”

Just when he had thought that Seven couldn’t find a bigger source of headache...it seemed as though he had managed to do just that. Sure - there was some doubt in his mind that this girl was telling him the whole truth but her fear was real - he could see it in her eyes and tell by the way that her mind was wishing to run back to her native tongue. Right. So she was that girl that Seven had been watching over like some creepy stalker when he thought he hadn’t been watching? Well - why was she here? He sighed, lowering the gun slightly but still keeping it pointed towards her - he wasn’t going to be tricked. “Seven. He took you here? To an address that isn’t supposed to be known by others? To a house that is supposed to remain as secure...as well a bunker... he took you here to keep you safe when this might be one of the most dangerous places in the world?” “Well - there is a bomb in the apartment so yeah - this is safer”. Speak of the devil himself - annoyed, Vanderwood moved his arm so he was pointing his weapon now towards the red head who didn’t seem too worried as he carried in a few of records he’d found back at the apartment. “A bomb?” “Yeah - I installed it” Was there anything normal about these RFA people?

Her eyes widened in surprise as Emmy seemed to take a step towards her rather than away. Why was she here? Was she wishing to harm her? To scare her? Was she wanting to rub it in how much she had managed to fail? Emmy didn’t seem the type but her fear was making her think otherwise. “W-why are you here? Do the others know?”, her voice came out barely louder than a whisper, one hand clutching into her dress just above her heart as she tried to ease the panic that was threatening to overcome her, “I-I don’t think it’s a good idea that you’re here...”

This was the type of place that felt almost like the perfect escape. A nice place to come and relax, away from the busy and loud nature that happened inside the bunker almost daily now. He gave the girl a small smile before returning to looking over the tablet and the news article he’d been reading before. It seemed to be something about an unexpected explosion to have occurred somewhere in Europe. “Cake? What type of cake?”, he asked as she returned, picking up the cup to take a small sip of the warm contents. Honestly, he would rather have a strong whiskey right now but he needed to keep his mind clear for now. Something strange was going on and he didn’t like not knowing just what it was. It was like an itch in a section of your back that you just couldn’t quite reach. “Why are you working here anyway? I would have thought teaching took up a lot of your time?”

“No. You don’t. You Can’t. You don’t even know just who I am” He sighed, fingers hovering above the keyboard of his laptop. Why did she have to be this difficult? Didn’t she realise that he wasn’t in the best of situations mentality? V had lied to him, Saeran was he hacker, Vanderwood was blowing up his phone and was no doubt after his life. He didn’t need this confusion added onto the pile of questions that raced through his mind. “Just…just shit down and shut up”. He sighed and pulled on his headphones, eyebrows knitted together as he worked on trying to track down more information about the place his brother was at, that sinking feeling growing stronger as he glanced from the screen to the blueprints he’d found before. It was too close of a match. Was Rika somehow involved in all of this as well. Too many questions and not enough answers. He felt as though his head was breaking in half and Emmy was only making things worse. @yetanothermcblog