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Emilia Rae Marlen

"This isn't...what life should be like. But it's okay, we'll be okay. I promise."

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a character in “Detached Strings”, as played by Fallen

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Appearance:Emilia is a small five foot one, with a slim and slender figure. She has short snowy white hair, with bangs , with light colored grey eyes and the eyelashes of a doll - long/dark/beautiful. She is pale, so pale it seems she has never seen the sun, but it seems that she has beautiful skin. Her features look dainty, and she appears to be extremely fragile. The expression on her face is usually solemn and sad, airy, or dreamy. Like her head is in the clouds - unless there is something going on of course. She wears a lot of white dresses or clothing, things that could blow in the wind, as well as pastel colors. On her back she has a large tattoo of wings - which she didn't even know was there at first. Her movements are graceful like that of a dancer, and though small and slim her body is tone. She appears innocent, no, she radiates innocence and purity. She also appears to be very naive. She looks to be about two years younger than she really is as well.

Name: Emilia Rae Marlen
Nickname: Emi & Rii or Riri
Age:Seventeen
Role: Tamer
Partner: Devan Miyamoto
Inhuman Abilities:

- The ability to summon and manipulate the elements, wind, water, fire, earth at will. She is also able to do the following like manipulate things when she sees them, this applies to darkness, light, ice, lightning, poison, metal, blood. However, she cannot summon then, they must be manipulated and she can only use what is around her, as opposed to her other elements. The elements in which she can summon cannot be used concurrently, the ones she can only manipulate can, but that takes up more energy to stack the different elements. The only exception, is light and darkness, no sane person would use those together.

- Using her voice (singing) or an instrument, Emilia can manipulate situations around her, it depends on the type of song in which she sings or plays what she is able to do, they are as follows:

- Heal: This heals wounds around oneself (sadly, not oneself), one must be singing or playing a happy song in order to do this, mortal wounds like for example if someone was stabbed and it hit a vital organ and the dagger was removed - it will do nothing for that.
- Pain: This causes mental pain for those around her, they feel it as physical pain however, it can be light, or to the extent it brings someone to their knees. This leaves no physical wounds.This is accomplished through a song of great melancholy.
- Enhancement: This enhances all the senses and reflexes of those around her that she sees as an ally, smell, taste, sight, touch, hearing. This also enhances things like general reflex speed and movement. (This is accomplished through a song of battle or intensity)
- Changing of moods: This manipulates people's moods, and while she sings or plays it, she is able to see their aura and literally watch their mood change. This is very good in calming any person, or well, doing anything else with their emotions. Seeing one's auras also allows to see those whom are hidden or ill.
- Life link: Almost like it is made for she and her assassin, this allows her to link herself to Devan, and feel the pain that he's feeling, that way she knows if he's wounded and how bad. This looks like a semi transparent pink light that wraps around the wrist of each person and follows them wherever. The link can also be hidden, given more energy, but it leaves a mark of a ribbon / tie on the wrist. This has horrible drawbacks though, mortal wounds, can cause physical damage to her, just not as bad and would heal quickly. Hypothetically, she can link to more than one person, but she doesn't wish to test those waters, ever. (This must be a love song.)

(Vocal sample: Emilia's Singing)


Weapons: It wouldn't be rare for a tamer not to have a weapon, however, Emilia wanted to be 'useful', and armed herself.

- Long chain whips, witch spikes on the ends: These whips actually connect to shackles on her wrists, that she isn't able to remove. They are retractable.
- Dual silencer hand guns: These are typical hand guns, which have a silencer on them, shots are unable to be heard.

Personality: Emilia is a very big hearted individual. She is very sweet, treating everyone with respect, and courtesy - as often as possible. She's kind, and caring to the point it seems intrusive or abnormal, motherly, almost. She is very intuitive and picks up on the feelings of others easily, sadly the people she is around nowadays never seem to change. She's someone who is extremely loyal, and honest, and her loyalty to someone or people may sometimes know no bounce. She's sacrificial, and would definately throw herself in front of someone like Devan, in order to save him, even though he can surely take care of himself. She is someone who tries to see the best in everyone, even if it wasn't there, tries to see good qualities, that perhaps she makes up in her mind. But sometimes, it just isn't there. Maybe it is because she truly wants it to be. A lot of the time she spends trying to protect everyone, make everyone happy, make sure they are content - it's like she doesn't know the situation she's in, the type of people she's with, and that her efforts are going to nothing. She is a very protective person, and she will take care of her own, she would surely die trying to do so, with ten bullets in her she would crawl covered in blood to the enemy or the 'finish line' and 'finish things.' But Emilia, she really is a softy, while she is rugged physically, she is emotionally fragile, and crys at what peopel say is the drop of a hat. She really is emotional, she tries to hide it many times, especially now. She is also posessive, sometimes in a scary way, but she just worries about others, this brings to she worries so often, more often than not she is stressed out. She feels like she must live up to the level of the assassins and not just the tamers, and feels like she is in the way. She truly dedicates herself to Devan, and not only is there to 'tame' and assist him but keep him safe. She tries and tries to figure the boy out, thinking, hoping there is someone good in there, somewhere. Emilia is a very soothing individual most of the time, she knows the right thing to say many times, and is very understanding, and tries to never judge people. She is perhaps one of the most open minded people in the world. The girl is also brave, or perhaps just stupid, but it's like her bravery or stupidity always know when to shine - though they are not always appreciated.

There is another side of Emilia however, that is very rude, sarcastic, hard headed, stubborn - well, she is always stubborn, she will always do and get what she wants. She can borderline sadistic and get very vengeful holding grudges until the end of eternity, get really rebellious as well. This is only when Devan seems like he is injured or in danger or when she herself is truely afraid of a situation and doesn't know how to handle it. She is not the extent of the assassin's personalities, though. But this only happens sometimes, not everytime those situations present themselves. And unfortunately, she sometimes doesn't remember till later. It seems this side is aware of her other personality, and sees what that personality does, but not vice versa.

Theme Song:

- Amanda Lee: Euterpe
(This song represents her true feelings of everything that is going on.)

Wild flower blossoming
I beg of you tell me this so I know too
Why do people fight?
They all act as if it's right
Don't they know
That's no
Way to live

Valiant flower blossoming
What can you see?
When ...you look down on me
Why can't people say
That they're sorry for the way
That they fought
I thought
We once could




When the sky has cleared
And rains have passed
I still won't forget the past
You are not alone on your own
I remember you back then
Trembling in front of me
Crying deep inside silently

When you see loved ones withering
What do you do with your remaining time
When your leaves can't speak a word
And your thoughts cannot be heard
How do you convey your love

Ahh

When the summer's sun is hiding and
Winds are harsh against our backs
Everything seems to overlap

I'll sing in your memory
All the times you've spent with me
We've lost your name but I'll sing for you


(The following songs are subtitled videos.)

-Rin/Len: Black Executor
- Passion: Playback
(Lol, for this actually being me.)

Anything Else?Emilia has a fear Devan will get greatly wounded or die because he cannot feel pain. Often time she keeps an eye on him because of this. Even if she hates the blood shed. If she is unsure, she will cast put a life link between them.

So begins...

Emilia Rae Marlen's Story

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Character Portrait: Emilia Rae Marlen Character Portrait: Sebastian Marx Character Portrait: Vivian Character Portrait: Luka Character Portrait: Ren
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Emilia Rae Marlen


The days had grown longer and longer, it was impossible to relax. Emilia's energy was spent, she lay eyes open beside her bed, having passed out before she ever got to it. Next to her were various canned food items, along with boxed food, that were sprawled all over the floor as if having been dropped. She blinked twice and looked at all of the food in front of her. That's right. She thought to herself. She had been out for the night getting food for everyone like she had been. She didn't want to let the others risk doing so, and she was one of the few that could hide during the daytime and the nighttime, being able to manipulate light and darkness to hide herself. While she was determined to do it to keep everyone fed, she also hated leaving Devan, she didn't want anything to happen to him, the only comfort she had in her mind when she was gone was that he was around the others. Emilia would usually always steal from houses - houses with money. She felt bad stealing from the poor, she felt bad stealing from the rich too as they worked so hard, but she had to chose. She often apologized in silence as she left he houses - guilt ridden.

Because she always went out at night, and went so far from their area, there were times she didn't even sleep, and tonight she probably got two hours of sleep before she heard the rustle of the others. Emilia rolled on her side, moaning slightly. She felt bad that he hadn't put the food in it's proper place, just like she felt bad she's been stealing. She looked in front of her to find what was a nice leather journal, with journal in gold letters. There were also pockets, within the journal like a binder. It wasn't written in, and Emilia had actually bought it with spare money she had made. Her money never lasted, it was never much either, especially since she would always buy little things to try and make the others happy. She picked up the journal and pushed herself off of the floor, she looked like she hadn't seen sleep in days. She had bags under her eyes, which stood out on her extremely pale skin. Emilia was still in her clothes from the day before, a white shirt with ruffles, white shorts, and white shoes. She was a tiny ball of whiteness. This especially rang true because of her white hair and I've never been in the daylight before pale skin. The only non white thing were her deep brown eyes.

She rubbed her eyes a bit, and peeked in on Devan, usually she would sneak in there after he slept. She was always worried someone would come after him, so she often just slept there when she could help it, on the floor. This left her sore most mornings. She was never sure whether he knew, she hoped not. He wouldn't be fond of it at all. Devan's nature, while quite petrifying, had been something she had gotten used to over time - to an extent. She was always determined to find the inner Devan, either way she was really protective of him and would always be there for him no matter what happened. Emilia knew there was good in everyone, what person didn't have a good side? She was told sometimes, she sees things that weren't there, that was often something that bothered her. There was something good about everyone.

Emilia passed several rooms and made her way to the kitchen - without the items she got from the night before. She hoped no one would see her room before she got back to it. In the kitchen she saw Luka, Ember, Marx, Ren, and Vivian. "Good morning." she said cheerfully, smiling. Though inside, she wasn't very calm or content. She walked groggily towards Marx, "I got you something, I hope it will be of use to you." she handed him the journal. He wrote a lot - she never read anything or tried to but she knew he did. She hoped the more durable book would be of use. Marx wasn't really easy to understand, she'd wondered about him for a while now, he was quite distant and non sociable. But that was okay. As she lay her eyes upon Ember, she smiled. Ember while never seeming friendly - nor while never seeming to want anything to do with anyone, had this other side to her, that she had seen all but once. It seemed to be a side directed towards her assassin. When she heard the talk of food however her heart sank, Ren was looking for food and Vivian was asking about breakfast. Emilia flushed a bright red, "If you're hungry, I did get some food." she made an awkward face then as she thought about everything all over the floor. Vivian, was someone that she liked a lot, she was different from most of the people here, not that she was biased however, she considered everyone family. However, she was most protective of Devan...that was for sure. But she would never, leave anyone behind, or let anything happen to them. She saw Luka in the kitchen as well, whom she liked a lot, while Ren - was really reserved and shy and acted like a kid sometime and despite what he was capable of she thought him precious and she liked him much like Luka.

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Character Portrait: Emilia Rae Marlen Character Portrait: Ember Character Portrait: Vivian Character Portrait: Luka Character Portrait: Splinter Character Portrait: Arden Character Portrait: Ren
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Arden


It wasn’t the light that woke him up. It wasn’t the dream either – no, the dream in itself had been unusually pleasant, although Arden could no longer remember what it was about. Why? Well, the steady clomping of shoes in the hallway had invaded the dream and killed it from the inside out. “No… what happens next?” the boy groaned, burying his head into his arms. He closed his eyes tighter as if that would call back the comforting blanket of slumber… it was no good. He was awake. It was one of those times when Arden cursed his light sleeping habits. It was actually a miracle in itself that he’d managed to out-sleep the others that day.

Hesitantly, he pulled his arms away and slowly blinked open his eyes. He was greeted with a blur of drab colors, mostly shades of grey or dull brown. After a few hazy moments, his vision began to clear. He saw the dim light of the outside world weakly brighten his room… and he focused. Control it. Control it.. However, his concentration changed very little. “Gah…” Arden winced as a pang of pain shot through his head, bringing with it an influx of unnecessary information. Concrete used is unusually porous. Can hold 15% of its weight in water. Components used include… … Level of wood decay… … 0.0043 points a year. Glass density is… Sunrise for…

Immediately he shut his eyes and for a moment, all thoughts escaped him. Eventually, the only line that made it through the haze of his mind was, ‘It didn’t work…’ Pressing his hands to his temples, he sat hunched over on the bed, gritting his teeth as he waited for the pain to subside. Every morning was a similar routine. Perhaps one of these days he’d wake up and find that he could control it, that power of his, but it was probably a stupid hope. “Well that woke me up,” he mumbled, shifting to feel blindly for his make-shift end table. Where were his goggles?

A sharp clatter from below told him where.

However, as he reached down to the floor to locate it, his forehead made a rather painful collision. “Ow!” Arden exclaimed, louder than he intended, before stumbling away to nurse his newfound injury. That felt like the corner of the previously mentioned make-shift end table… and it was definitely going to bruise. Miffed, the boy decided to open his eyes just for a moment, just to find the accursed pink item by his feet. Quickly snatching it up, he pressed the shape to his face and stretched the elastic back around and over his head. The thick white band was a contrast to his light-brown hair. Slowly, warily, he opened his eyes.

Those goggles gave ‘rose-tinted glasses’ a new meaning… Everything was shaded in a dark pink and slightly blurred. This was the sight he was used to – sometimes he couldn’t even remember what it felt like to see things clearly. When it came to reading or writing, he usually asked Splinter… or rather, Sasha to help him with it – never anyone else. It was bad enough that he showed them how clumsy he was, which he blamed on the goggles… He didn’t need to prove himself illiterate on top of that, especially when he wasn’t. “I hate this power,” he sighed, palm still pressed over the aching spot on his forehead. Speaking, or rather, thinking of which, was Sasha already up? Most likely. It wasn’t just once or twice that she’d mentioned birds by her window… and birds always had this irrational idea about singing at the crack of dawn, the crazy things. Well, at least there wasn’t an owl – one of those would have kept him up all night with its hooting.

After just a moment longer, he decided to go check who else was up. Judging from the sound of the footsteps, it seemed that more than just one person had wandered to the room they called the kitchen. His room was one of the first in the hallway, so everyone else walked by it when they tried to grab a bite. So his trip to the kitchen was short. Peering in, he saw several of the others – more than he was expecting to be up at sunrise. “Is Sasha here?” Arden asked as he entered. “Oh and also,” he swept his hair out of his face, exposing where he assumed his injury to be, “… is there a bruise?”

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Character Portrait: Alex De'veres Character Portrait: Emilia Rae Marlen Character Portrait: Ember Character Portrait: Sebastian Marx Character Portrait: Lindsey Monsowa Character Portrait: Luka Character Portrait: Vivian Character Portrait: Splinter Character Portrait: Arden Character Portrait: Ren Character Portrait: Devan Miyamoto Character Portrait: Terelle Fairchild
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Terelle

The golden haired and golden eyed girl yawned and stretched. Once again the nightmares kept her awake most of the night. Waking up on the rooftop was becoming almost a habit. One she wasn't exactly happy to keep. She yawned once more and looked out at the sky. The sun was just coming up over the horizon and the world began to heat up. She figured she had spent enough time on the rooftop for the day and decided to head inside. She spotted Ember as she entered the house. The girl thought it was strange that she would be out so early in the morning, but she didn't question it. Everyone had their reasons for doing things. Who was to say Terelle couldn't sleep on the rooftop. Well common sense told her that, but she couldn't help it. Being out on the rooftop in the middle of the night, staring up at the stars, helped her sleep. Or at least to shake the after affects of the nightmares.

They always made her feel either paranoid or sick to her stomach. Sometimes, they were almost like visions. Things that would come true. She dreamed that the hunters would coming for them. She thought she was just paranoid so she didn't share it. She knew better than to do that again. If she got the same feeling as she did, she shared it with the others. Well... only one other really. Alex. Now that thought about it. She got that feeling last night... something about a blonde..

She climbed down off the roof and snuck into the room where she was staying. Alex's door was next door and she contemplated waking him up. After a moment of thought, she jumped onto her bedding and crawled under her covers. She was not about to wake up her partner. She might have her moments of insanity where she did dumb things, like taunt Sebastian, but she didn't have a death wish and her partner was in no way morning person. Well, at least he wasn't in the respect that he didn't like to be woken up by people. She knew she didn't. The wind blew through her window causing her to shiver. Being a being of heat, cold things like wind were definitely uncomfortable to her. Her blankets were too thin to completely shield her from the cold.

The sun was farther up in the sky now and she was wide awake. Her hair was a knotted mess from sleeping on the tiles of the rooftop, but she was too lazy to brush it out. It would look more like she tossed and turned in her bed instead of sleeping on the rooftops. She sighed, climbed off her bed, and headed out towards the kitchen. She wasn't hungry, but she knew some of the others were already awake and out there. Might as well greet them. Or play a few tricks on them. Either one worked for her. Though, like I said before, she doesn't have a death wish. She padded down the hall, making shuffling sounds with her feet to give the illusion of being half-asleep. It didn't take much to give that illusion though. Her eyes were red with lack of sleep, her hair was matted, there were dark circles under her eyes and her skin was pale as snow.

Something sizzled in the back of her mind. It was that same feeling she got whenever her nightmares were more like visions than fictional images. The bigger question was... where was Alex? Last night she had dreamed of a blonde girl, in her birthday suit of all things, asleep on the bed... no not asleep. Dead. Alex was at it again. Things grew dark then. Dark and tinted red. Almost like a decent into insanity. Damnit! she thought as she raced towards the door. She was still in her "sleeping clothes" which was really just a pair of sweat pants and a tank top, but she didn't care at the moment. Alex needed her right now. So bad she could feel it in the pit of her stomach. "Morning!" she called as she ran by everyone in the kitchen. Hopefully they would know what was going on. Or at least come up with an excuse for her. She didn't quite know where she was going so she followed her instincts. She found herself outside a cute little house. She used her ability to click the lock open and and raced inside, not caring who saw her enter or leave as long as they didn't see Alex when they left. She closed and locked the door behind her with her ability while she followed her instincts into the room where she sensed Alex.

He was on the floor, when she arrived, doubled over in laughter. The sound was not a happy joyful one. It was one of madness. "Alex?" she said as she kneeled down beside him. It was too late though, he was gone, unreachable with words. There were claw marks in the floor. Or at least, that's what they looked like. She knew better though. She focused her heat into the palm of her right hand and pressed it to the back of his neck. "You will be calm... or I will kick your ass."

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Character Portrait: Emilia Rae Marlen Character Portrait: Sebastian Marx Character Portrait: Vivian Character Portrait: Sergio Dashkov
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When the blonde grabbed his attention, Seb's head snapped to one side, towards her. He tucked his marbled into his shirt. The book made a small lump against the interior pocket, one he stitched in himself. Finger exercises always came in handy. He blinked at her and a small smile twitched his lips, lingering for a few seconds. He lied easily. "I slept well, thank you Vi." his smile grew a bit, partly forced. "I haven't eaten yet though." As they spoke Seb found himself strolling back into the kitchen, inexorably drawn to the prospect of food. He hadn't even contemplated eating."How'd you sleep?" He reciprocated the question politely.

Upon re-entering the kitchen, Marx watched the little wraith of a girl enter. Marlen. Emilia. She was pretty, perhaps beautiful, but Seb's eyes flicked away just as soon as they landed on her. No, he didn't want to think about her right now. She irritated him. It wasn't necessarily what she did, but who she was, really. She defied the laws of physics. It was unnatural. She was kind when she should be violent, giving when she should be selfish. It wasn't the way things worked. Perhaps she was just an ever-present reminder that their pasts weren't any excuse for the way they were acting. Or maybe he just didn't like her. That was a valid option. Totally. Uh-huh. Yeah.

When Emilia began walking in his direction, Marx lifted an eyebrow slightly, looking at a point a few degrees above her head. What did she want? His amber eyes flicked down to her grey ones. She spoke, but he didn't hear her. His eyes had already seized upon the journal. A leather one, with gilded words. An honest to groundwater journal. A flash of paranoia jolted him though. How did she know that he was almost finished with his other one? Had she been reading his journals? He'd have to hide them again.

Paranoia and dislike aside, Seb wasn't one to pass up a gift. Not one this good. His delicate looking fingers gently took the book, and he flashed a smile at her, his jaw tilting back a bit. "Thanks, sweetheart." He said in his silk clad voice. The smile flashed out of existence as soon as it had appeared though, and Marx's head dipped as he examined his newest acquisition. He dropped into another world as he began to test his new possession. It was flexible, and it smelled deliciously like book. Glue and paper. Mmm.

Many more entered the kitchen. Marx ignored them all. He was utterly engrossed with his new toy. He was drawn out of his state by Dashkov. Sergio. He beat the others to the bags and began rooting around in them. He managed to procure what he was looking for. A box about the size of his palm. More ink for his pen. Yes. He escaped with his loot without thanking Dashkov, the male seemed to be in a right foul mood, casting a look back at Vi as he stuffed his box into the pocket of his pants.

This was turning out to be a good morning.

Marx settled in one of the extraneous rooms in the front of the building, Curling himself into a box that he'd cleared out, the male opened his old notebook and continued writing, intent on finishing the last page. He began by writing about Marlen. He was working out how grateful he should appear, and how long he should wait before drifting back to avoiding her. Eating could wait.

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Character Portrait: Emilia Rae Marlen Character Portrait: Sebastian Marx Character Portrait: Splinter Character Portrait: Sergio Dashkov Character Portrait: Devan Miyamoto
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Emilia Rae Marlen


She watched Marx and smiled as he thanked her for the journal, he even seemed to smile himself if even for what seemed like less than a second. The gift seemed well received, she then left him to himself, hearing some of the others enter the room, one of them being Sergio with what seemed to be like food. Apparently, he had picked up what some of them requested from the grocery store - had she missed the moment this happened? She stood still as stone for a moment, her eyes glossy. Guilt washed upon her again, what she had taken would not even be of use. She wondered why no one took her reqursts, but no, it was okay, as long as Devan got what he needed. However, his taste in food was never really...food to begin with. "Good morning Sergio." she said softly, with just a hint of embarrassment. She felt quite stupid, not just stupid, she was tired, so tired. Emilia started walking shakily towards the table, Sergio seemed to have the fresh groceries that needed to be in the fridge - but she did find a mountain of candies. "Oh my." she said under her breath. She picked them up, making sure to hide them for a time, Devan wasn't going to live off of sugar.

When she took another look at Sergio, she realized how horrible he looked. Just as she was about to offer to help, Splinter had beat her to it. She was glad however, that someone had offered a helping hand. Emilia despite Sergio demanding everyone leave the room, was still determined to offer her help. "Is there anything that I can help with?" she asked, almost on her tiptoes. Emilia yawned, "How are you Splinter?" She asked, then getting a whiff of the cigarette smell coming off of her. "You know, that isn't good for you, you should stop." she was genuinely concerned about her health, and thought it would deteriorate if she continued, this went for Sergio as well. "Perhaps...we can try and help you somehow?" As the kitchen was then filled with more rustle and bustle, Emilia thought of Devan. "Call me if you need me okay?" she said, turning to get Devan's things on the table and walking down the hall. She first walked into her room, frowning at the mess which still lay there, and hid the candies within her pillow case. If she stressed anything, it was his health and well being. She kicked some of the cans of food under her bed, adding a few ows and ouches here and there, and then headed towards Devan's room.

Peaking inside, she slowly opened the door, and then closed it quietly. She made her way towards the edge of his bed and sat down upon it, "Goodmorning sunshine, time to get up." her voice was so soft, it might have been unable to be heard by most sleeping people. As she looked down at him, she noticed he had started to look blurry - everything started to look blurry. "Breakfast is on its way I believe." she continued. "I also think you requested some things, I'll give them to you after breakfast." Her eyes felt so heavy, it was like there were weights on them. She thought about how everyone gathered around the food Sergio bought, and how Splinter offered to help him. Her eyes started watering a little bit, she still couldn't get over what she did - she wished she could have been acknowledged..no she shouldn't have been. What she did was wrong, while he had used his money for actual groceries. She had to be sure and thank him when he was done cooking, this also reminded her that she wanted to help. She would make sure to help clean up best she could, he looked so worn out already. Her watery eyes then turned into tears. She wanted to help everyone, all the time. Why couldn't she? "Would you like...me to get you...to get you..." Emilia stood up, or tried to. Immediately she blacked out.

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Sergio had sprayed oil in the pan and was making an assortment of eggs. Most of the assassins and tamers had left the kitchen, but ones like Alex remained. He saw the boy without looking at him and felt him leaning against his shoulder. He hadn’t heard his greeting because the headphones were still in his ears, but he was certain that what he said hadn’t been important. He reached his hand up to grab his black hood and pulled it down. That same hand then slipped inside his pants pocket to grab out a pack of cigarettes. He popped open the box with his thumb and raised it to his lips as he bit down on a stick and drew it out. Closing the box, he returned it to his pocket and then removed the unlit cig from his lips. He pressed it to the hot burner until the tobacco glowed a bright orange and returned it to his lips as his third eye saw Sasha’s lips moving and then Emilia spoke in his direction after. Sergio simply answered, thinking it would sum up everything Emilia, Sasha, and Alex might have asked or said, “Do what you like.”

He dragged on the cigarette, exhaling the smoke on two gray streams from his nostrils. Normally, Sergio didn’t smoke in the warehouse, but he didn’t plan to waste anymore time after breakfast. He was going to shower and take a nap before work.

When Terelle entered the kitchen and brought banter and horseplay, it would have been all right if Alex hadn’t been leaning against his shoulder. When her jostling bumped his arm, his spatula sent a sunny-side up egg flying like a saucer across the stove to splat against the unsanitary counter. Sergio’s brows furrowed in irritation. Wasting food didn’t go down well with him, especially since he bought it. He regarded the displaced egg for a few seconds, before he reached the spatula over and scooped it up, dumping it onto a plate. Someone was going to have a bad egg, and it was a price paid for bothering him while he was at work in the kitchen.

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"Do what you like." she heard from Sergio, knowing he probably didn't hear a word she had said. Not that it mattered, of course. Because if he was upset with something, he would have said so. Mentally noting that he took much less cautious matters with his cigarettes then her, she dismissed it. It was really only the health of the others she cared about, but she wasn't one to nag others. Besides, a little second hand smoke was probably the least of their worries, wasn't it? She didn't even bother with Emilia's comment, simply nodding in response. It wasn't as if the toxins in the cigarette effected her at all, she didn't absorb them like normal humans did. It was part of her power, not feeling anything like that. For the most part it was wonderful, but now and again she would find herself wishing she could feel this thing people called Advil. If nothing else, she had a pretty high tolerance for pain now.

Taking Sergio's word as a green light, Sasha began taking some bread and toasting it. Not knowing how many people were actually going to eat considering everyone seemed to be grazing on the rest of the things Sergio brought home, she only made five. She also placed several glasses on the table along with a small jug of juice from the fridge. Noticing Arden's skittishness towards Sergio, he slipped out of the kitchen. Sometimes she forgot how the people in this house had an effect on him. He cared so much about what other people thought or would do, and that was something she just didn't understand. But then again, she wasn't the most observant or detail oriented type. Even without his powers, Arden seemed to be the better one of both on that. Smiling, she heard him still trying to talk from outside the kitchen.
“So, does anyone have anything planned for today? Anything new on the agenda?” she heard, tied in with sounds of crunching. He had apparently taken the cereal with him. She hoped that by replying to him she could coax him back in. Sergio looked so involved with his cooking, she was sure he wouldn't notice. He still had his head phones in, anyway.
"Well, if nothing else happens I have a double shift tonight at the bar. Im sure Sergio is working, too." she answered him. She offered up Sergio's information, looking to him for confirmation, but then remembered he probably couldn't hear her. Turning back to the open doorway in which the Arden sounds were coming from, she continued. "And what is it that you would like to do today?"

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Sergio had finished the eggs and had his arms raised and hands ready to open a pack of bacon when a hand extended before his face. The thumb and middle finger came together in a muted snap as Sergio’s brown eyes rolled down the length of the arm to meet the stoic face of Devan. Out of all the people in the kitchen, why did he have to come to him? Did he not see he was making breakfast? Perhaps, it was because he was the oldest…

Setting the bacon pack on the counter, Sergio closed his eyes and frowned as he took a long drag from his cigarette to finish it off. He tossed it into the sink as it rolled along the steel and uttered a hissy extinguish as it hit a wet spot. With a grey, irritable sigh, Sergio strode out of the kitchen and went to Devan’s room. He removed his headphones on the way over and wrapped them about his mp3 player. Upon entering Devan’s room, he noticed Emilia lying haphazardly across the floor. The tamer’s expression lightened from its dark irritation as he walked over to take a knee next to her body. The first thing he did was press two fingers to her neck to check and see if she had a pulse. He then pressed the back of his hand to her forehead to feel if she had a fever.

Well, she wasn’t dead. Sergio looked to Devan and told him, “Take her to her room. She just fainted.”

If Sergio had seen her behavior, then he might have assumed it was due to stress, but he had his perception focused on the kitchen and parts of the living room. The circumference of his mind’s eye hadn’t been that wide to reach the bedrooms. Since Devan was her assassin, it was his responsibility to care for his tamer.

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Emilia Rae Marlen


Flying. She was flying, or perhaps she was floating. It seemed as if she had no control over her body. Around her, she heard voices, but she didn't seem to be able to comprehend what was being said. She felt that she should recognize them, but as she tried to make them out they faded away. Falling. She then felt as if she were falling, and it didn't seem to stop. As she opened her mouth to scream, nothing came out, her voice wasn't there - and she was engulfed by complete nothingness.

As Emilia sat up abruptly, the first thing she saw was Devan. "Are you okay? Have you eaten? They did save food for you right? What's wrong...you look..." She finally took a moment to breathe and look around, realizing she was in her room. But why was she in her room, the last place she had been in was in Devan's room. And she was on her bed, but why? It occurred to her how tired she had been, the sleep she hadn't gotten, how frustrated she was - but how did she get into her bed? But as she focused more on Devan, she was able to make out he had been the one who took back to her bedroom, reason being it looked like he had just touched some disgusting creature or was covered in germs so to speak. Like he was trying to get them off somehow. Her drained expression turned into a smile, "Thank you." she said softly. "I'm..so sorry, I promise it wont happen again." She felt bad, Devan wasn't exactly comfortable with the whole physical contact thing.

Emilia slowly rolled over onto her tummy and pulled up her pillow. "So after breakfast, I had these for you. Well, Sergio got them." She grabbed one of the bags of candy and placed it on what she used as a sort of end table. Emilia yawned and fought her current double vision, placing herself in a sitting position on her bed. She brushed her snow white hair out of her face, her long time shackles slightly jingling as she did so. She wasn't sure why she was the only person in the house that had them, or still had them, but she somehow had them transformed into weapons. She caught a glimpse of the mess on her floor and flushed a bright red color, apparently she didn't kick them all under her bed like she thought. "So did you eat yet?" she asked again. She then stood up slowly, pushing herself and refusing to believe she was too tired to function properly. She asked Devan many things, even though he wasn't one to talk. In her mind, she believed not talking to him at all would be worse and hurtful.

She recalled wanting to help with breakfast, and frowned slightly, twice today she couldn't help when she wanted to. "I'm just going to grab a plate." she said to Devan. She then walked into the kitchen, spotting what were eggs. Eggs, she loved eggs - eggs and bacon. "Ah...Sergio I am so sorry, I meant to -" she paused, yawning. "I'll clean up when you're all done if that is okay with you." she then grabbed a plate and placed some eggs neatly on it. "Please save me two slices of bacon? Or one slice of bacon - but if there is nothing left it's okay don't worry about it. And I hope you're doing okay..." she said to Sergio. Emilia then walked back into her room, hopefully some food would do her well. She felt so appreciative of Sergio cooking all the time, she always remembered to compliment him and thank him after meals. Though Emilia preferred to eat with everyone, and check up on how they were doing, she didn't want to be seen how she was now.

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As soon as Devan left his bedroom carrying Emilia, Sergio returned to the kitchen to set the strips of bacon in the pan. With a pair of tongs, he lined them up neatly and probed at them every now and then until they began to stiffen and wrinkle. Just then Emilia’s voice entered the kitchen. She had recovered pretty quickly, but it wasn’t like she was knocked unconscious. He listened to her apology and how should voluntarily clean the kitchen to save him the trouble—he was tired.

“Thanks,” Sergio replied plainly. “I am fine.”

He retrieved a plate from the cupboard and laid down two paper towel strips; and with the tongs, placed the crispy, dripping bacon on it. With the eggs, bacon, and toast—thanks to Sasha—finished, Sergio got himself a plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, two pieces of toast, and fruit juice from the fridge. He walked with his plate into the living room by the front door and took a seat at the rickety table. He began making a sandwich, piling the eggs and bacon onto the toast before laying the second piece of bread overtop. Smashing it down lightly, Sergio plugged one of his headphones back into his ear as he then raised his sandwich and took a crunchy bite out of it.

His dark brown eyes stared aimlessly across the space of the warehouse at the wall on the other side. The only thoughts that were on his mind were how long it would take him to finish eating, how much time would he have to take a shower and nap, and estimating the spare time he had left to make it to his job on time.

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Emilia Rae Marlen

Emilia made her way back to her bed, plopping down onto it, plate in hand. Devan seemed consumed with gummy worms, such a simple little thing it was cute. She lay on her side on the bed, and started nibbling on the food before her. Every few bites or so she would yawn, but she was going to fight to stay awake to finish her meal. She figured if she had not dreamed what she had, she would be 'sleeping' already. She wasn't sure why it bothered her so much as to wake her up, and it made her curious, she could only relate it to the emptiness. The nothingness, she disappeared into nothingness, as if to say that she as a person disappeared completely. She didn't remember her past, but she didn't have the time to try, as she was always stressing on the present - always focusing on Devan. She wondered what kind of family Devan was from, what his past was like, these were things she thought about more than herself.

"You enjoying those?" Emilia asked flashing Devan a playful smile. She watched him eat for a moment with the utmost amount of affection on her face. What were they going to do? She cared about each and every person here, but she was worried about the future - what was it that Devan wanted? She didn't supposed she could get an answer from him. "What would you like to be doing with now?" she asked in a soft voice, yawning again. "Wherever you go I'll take care of you." she appeared as if half asleep now. But was just, hanging on to consciousness, by a thread. Often times she would have nightmares, nightmares of everyone dying, nightmares of Devan being caught, and things she wasn't sure how to piece together or explain. It made her all the more nervous some days, making her Devan's shadow at moments. Her well being was not important, it never was, it never would be - and that was fine.

She heard the others speaking from the other room, it made her smile, referring to them as family. The only family she had, and perhaps would ever have. She started nibbling on her eggs again, being they started to get cold, and remembered that she had wanted to bacon. "Ah the bacon, I hope they saved us some." she said, knowing Devan would want some as well. "Or at least, I want you to get some." she continued. She finally finished her eggs and set the plate on her so called end table - box. "Try not to get sick off those okay?"

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Still standing in her room when Emilia returned, Devan watched her move back to the bed, eyeing her plate interestedly. Though when his gaze flitted up to meet hers, a warier look came into his face, as if he was staring at a predator who might take eye contact as a threat. He soon averted his gaze. His tamer's large, dark eyes were almost disgustingly beautiful and innocent... It irked Devan to study them for too long, especially with the way Emilia looked at him. Her shining, brown eyes gazed at him so kindly it seemed as if she held the belief the sun revolved around him - which was not a notion he cared for. Having the sun revolve around you sounded like it entailed a lot of responsibility, which was not something that appealed to Devan in the least. Responsibility was not his thing.

He was roused from his thoughts when the fair-haired girl spoke up. He stared at her without answering for a minute, until finally he gave a subtle nod. At her second question, he seemed to think a moment, pulling worm after worm into his mouth like it was a furnace to directly fuel his mind. It certainly seemed like Devan ran on gummy worms, at the rate he ate them. But for all his thinking, he only offered a nonchalant shrug. Killing was all the young man ever really felt like doing. It still felt so early... but he didn't want to go back to bed now. Maybe he could go out for a quick kill... but it sounded like Emilia intended to come along. He didn't like being watched when he picked off animals, even less when he was in the mood to make a mess of them. It felt personal to him; a quiet place he could retreat to be himself. But if things got out of hand and the blood set off a bout of real psychosis, he could do something reckless in broad daylight without Emilia to calm him down. Quite a dilemma. Though already, the familiar itch to hurt something was beginning to make his mind for him.

The youth perked at mention of bacon, despite that his mouth was already full of food. He rolled his eyes like a child at Emilia's warning. It took more than one bag to make Devan sick; usually two or two and a half was when his stomach started to feel clogged with gummy and his digestion took a turn for the worse. But it rarely happened that he had two bags - or was permitted by Emilia to eat both of them in one sitting. But it was always worth it, at any rate.