ashes and dust

I will miss you when my star stops shining.

[emiiru-blog]

Does the name 'Kaine' ring any bells?

  …            

                           Kaine?

  ..He wasn’t sure, yet, it felt familiar. He moved his hand up to his chest as he thought back on it, it was important. He knew it was important. Closing his eyes, he could feel the smell of grass in the mornings and fire burning in the evenings. He could feel fear, and worry. A silhouette he so desperately wanted to fill but only met himself with a blocked out view. The name attempted to fill it. If it wasn’t for that block he was sure it would…

  On the back of his throat was some feeling of condemnation, of a promise, of an apology. His throat tightened up, desperately searching for something. All he needed was something. Maybe this is what they meant? He couldn’t fit the name to anyone in particular. Nothing came back to him. He felt lost.

  Tears found their way spilling forth without much of his control nor notice, he made no effort to stop them. He thought of the dreams he’d collected occasionally. Sometimes, they would have the same vague, blocked out people. Two people. But, that wasn’t important, right? He could never see their faces; they were always there… 

               She was always there.

                 Then she was gone.

                   … it just …

                                                              It left him heartbroken.

  “I’m sorry.”

  Familiarity wouldn’t help him answer the question. Everything he’d felt before..couldn’t help answer anything. It only rose more questions.

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TRUTH SERUM - My muse has to answer any and all questions regardless of what it is.

[emiiru-blog]

Please preface questions with “Truth.”

[emiiru-blog]

"Are you threatening me?"

  He was visibly upset; he didn’t trust this man one bit. In his little fit of fury he.. did slip out what sounded like a threat. Without being able to look him in the eye, still, he clenched his fists and hissed, “Yes. ..Please, go." It probably wasn’t the smartest move but what else was he to do? 

[rpmememaker]

Sentence Meme sentences (Send me a...)

"Are you crazy?”

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Are you even listening to yourself?"

"Are you sure they won’t find out?”

"Are you sure this is legal?”

"Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

"Are you threatening me?"

"Be mine."

"Do I know you?"

"Do you love me?"

"Do you remember this?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Don’t go."

"Don’t let me die"

"Don’t look at me like that."

"Don’t make me beg.”

"Don’t you dare come near me!"

"Don’t you dare."

"Explain yourself."

"For you, I would _____"

"Give it back."

"Give me another chance."

"Have you ever even done this before?"

"How drunk are you right now?"

"I already regret this."

"I am not wearing that.”

"I can’t believe you missed that."

"I can’t do this anymore."

"I can’t even look at you."

"I could kill you!"

"I dare you." or "I dare you to _____."

"I didn’t do it.""

"I didn’t know you could do that."

"I don’t want to look at you right now.”

"I guess this is goodbye.”

"I hate you."

"I have to go."

"I just want to cuddle."

"I know your secret.”

"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

"I love you."

"I miss you so very much."

"I missed you."

"I need a drink."

"I need a hug."

"I never really loved you."

"I owe you."

"I think I broke it."

"I think I’m falling in love with you. "

"I think I’m forgetting something."

"I think it’s broken.”

"I trust you."

"I want to be yours."

"I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."

"I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.”

"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

"I’m bad for you.”

"I’m dying."

"I’m going to be sick."

"I’m not speaking to you anymore."

"I’m pregnant and it’s yours."

"I’ve never heard that one before."

"If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Is that my shirt?"

"It was me"

"It’s so beautiful.”

"It’s time to choose.”

"Just five more minutes."

"Just go."

"Just leave me alone."

"Just let me die."

"Just relax."

"Just what did we do last night?"

"Kiss me you idiot."

"Kiss me."

"Make me."

"Marry me?"

"My Parents don’t know"

"My parents know.""

"Never again."

"Nh, don’t be so rough!"

"No, that can’t be my baby."

"No! You can’t die on me now!"

"Put it away.”

"Put your trousers on!"

"Put. The. Weapon. Down."

"Shut up and listen."

"Take responsibility."

"That isn’t mine."

"That looked easier on TV."

"That sounds painful."

"That was a bad plan."

"That’s mine!”

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard."

"They’re coming.”

"This seems familiar."

"This stays between us."

"Truth hurts, don’t it?"

"Want to hear a secret?"

"We need to talk."

"We’re moving too fast.”

"Well that was unexpected."

"What are we doing here?"

"What are you afraid of?"

"What are you touching?"

"What are you?"

"What do you need?"

"What happened to you?"

"What have I done this time?"

"What if someone catches us?”

"What sort of noise was that?”

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?"

"What were you thinking?"

"Where are my clothes?"

"Where did you find this?"

"Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

"Where were you?"

"Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

"Why are you wearing that?"

"Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am."

"You could have died!”

"You could have killed someone!"

"You coward."

"You don’t need to be so gentle.”

"You drive me crazy!"

"You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”

"You lied to me!"

"You mean everything to me."

"You owe me."

"You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!"

"You’re all out of ____."

"You’re an idiot.”

"You’re bad for me.”

"You’re dead to me."

"You’re pregnant and It’s mine"

"You’re really good at this…”

"You’re so weird.""

"You’re under arrest."

[amnesiatical]

1st code | an evening train ride | hakuno & {open};

    “Of course I’m left alone to do all the work.”

    By the time Hakuno was done with the group work she was assigned ( more like, dumped on her ), the school’s librarian poked her head in to inform the young girl that the campus would be closed in ten minutes. That was fine, considering she already sent her group members’ the files they needed and she was already packing up.

    She grabbed her bag once she slipped her coat on and began to trot down the hallways at a slow pace. She wasn’t really rushing to get home. Today was her day off from work and as usual she would be alone in her apartment. She didn’t have a roommate and her parents helped paid for the expensives. A roommate would be nice to have but one was not needed.

    Hakuno was kind of a lone wolf anyway. Or, well, a lone wolf that no one seemed to see. She had friends but they were friends she went shopping with on the weekends and ate lunch with at school. They weren’t personal friends. 

    She never did stand out. She was rather plain and unnoticeable. She was pretty, but she wasn’t beautiful like some of the girls at her school.

    “Maybe I need to start standing out more,” she mumbled to herself as she made her way to the train station. Taking an evening train ride from the campus wasn’t something she did often. She wasn’t sure when it would be arriving or not.

    “Sorry to bother you…” The brunette went to the nearest person, tapping them on the shoulder. "But you wouldn’t happen to know when this train arrives at the station, do you?"

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  Emil had taken a not-so necessary trip, or rather, not-so wanted, back to his home in Paralia. It was longer than he felt needed, but as per agreement to his move prior it was required of him to visit them at least once a month. He tried to get it over with as best he could but even then he put it off.

  Lost in thought about the previous trip, he made the rather unfortunate discovery of finding that he got off at the wrong stop. "Oh, no." He mumbled, looking at the list of train arrivals on his paper. He had to wait another hour. It wasn't too bad, but.. Honestly, he'd rather he didn't have to be here.

  He kept himself firm in place, watching the clock a bit away from him. At least 25 minutes passed when he felt someone tapping him on the shoulder, surprising him. Out of everyone he was more surprised that it was him who was picked to be asked, he was rather small for his age and if it weren't for the fact that everyone else was moving and.. he was closest, she probably would have asked someone else. Oh, to the question-- He glanced down at his paper and without looking back at her face which he so carefully avoided he worked up as much volume in his voice as he could, "Thirty-five." ..Hopefully she understood he meant minutes.

  Just to be safe, "Thirty-five minutes.." He was quieter with the repetition. He thought over asking if she'd like to stand with him as it'd be more comforting having someone else stand with him than just stay by himself. This time, when he tried to speak, he couldn't get anything out. He could feel the words in his throat yet nothing. It was a nice try.

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cumbersome {Emil & Rin} || Open

[emiiru-blog]

  Emil lifted his hands up slightly in defense, while he had managed to bring down his embarrassment considerably he was still nervous. She definitely caught him. There’s no way no one wouldn’t be able to. But.. she didn’t bring it up at all. She didn’t even look at him, really. Honestly, that made him feel more at ease. Looking people in the eye when he talked to them wasn’t his strong-suit. His gaze followed her gaze to the herbs. Something told him those weren’t for your every-day tea get-together.

  “Oh, um, I’m Emil," when he spoke he shifted his eyes to a different shelf, examining different sets of peculiarities and curios, "No, I’m.." He wasn’t sure if he should tell her. Being afraid of skeletons isn’t exactly uncommon, he thought, but there’s still the possibility she’d tease him for it. More doubt rose up in his mind, how much should he tell her exactly? "I’m picking something up for my parents." He lied. He didn’t mean to. Well he meant to but he didn’t mean.. to…

  His mind trailed back to his parents. If he was lucky he’d get off with scorn for lying, and the majority of the time it was his Butler who backed up his lies. They were, what he assumed, a typical wealthy family. Naturally he became secretive and wary of other people. Previous treatment allowed no other route for him. He ran it over and over in his head how he’d back up his lie, as well as doing his best to put whatever worry she herself had at ease, “I’m not into this stuff but sometimes I like to send stuff over." He could feel his voice diminishing. Stop.

  He heeded the words from his aforementioned butler, keeping them close to heart the entirety of his previous life at the chateau, ‘If it’s not found out, a lie becomes the truth.’ He’d try to stick as close to the lie as he could. He wasn’t even sure if his attire exactly matched the appearance of those that come here, to this store. He felt guilty for lying in the first place. Though the truth felt mortifying to him, lying might have been the best option for him.

  He did enjoy someone else’s company for once. He thought about writing a letter back to his home in Paralia asking if his butler could move in with him, but he scratched out the idea as soon as he’d thought it up. He didn’t need to move here when he had the entire manor to attend to. Contacting his parents wasn’t of his highest priorities either.

  Oh— that’s when he realized if they didn’t part here he might have to leave without accomplishing his goal. Granted, there didn’t appear to be any bones or skeletons in the shop, he couldn’t ask the clerk about it either. He noticed something up on a shelf a little far out of his reach and began scanning the floor around him for a step-stool. 

[androididol]

Fortunately for him, Rin is about as dense as a brick so his lies are received with a nod and a soft hum of satisfaction. Buying a gift for his parents? That was a pretty nice gesture. Maybe if her own parents weren’t so undeserving of gifts she’d buy things for them, too. A roll of her eyes is given at the thought of bringing home something cool for each of them. They’d most likely just manage to find the smallest of imperfections and trash the objects. 

“Are you looking for something in particular? Maybe I can help. I have pretty good eyes!" She finally turns to face him once more with a grin but her smile falters when she notices that his back is now turned to her. Instead, the male has busied himself with searching for something. Shrugging it off, the blonde finds herself slowly making her way down the isle over— azure hues scanning over each and every object that lines the shelves. 

One particular thing catches her eye and with a goofy grin, the girl grabs hold of it. It looks to be some sort of sticky brown herb. And, of course, she sticks it to her upper lip and sashays back over to the boy she has only just met. 

“Psst! Emil, look!" She keeps her voice low in an attempt at common courtesy to the owner of the shop. Strategically leaning herself against the wall, she glances down at the male with a snort and gently kicks a wobbly stool over in his direction. 

“Were you looking for this, My Good Sir?" She tries her best to imitate a French male. 

Her fingers reach up to playfully stroke the brown mess beneath her nose and— woah, okay— maybe she shouldn’t be breathing this stuff in? The scent of it is strong and when she breathes in again it causes the girl to sneeze rather loudly and immediately peel off the object. 

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  Emil immediately covered his mouth to stifle his own moronic laughter at her appealing mustache. He lowered his stance into a bow and in his own French impression, "Merci beaucoup, mademoiselle." She was unquestionably entertaining, the attention she was giving him was unusual but..it was nice. No one was like this back at home.

  He graciously accepted the stool and before he had a chance to put it to intended use, she startled him with a sneeze. Oh.. strong set of lungs. "Bless you." What kind of herb was that? Shaking off the thought, Emil looked back up to the shelves to make sure he didn't lose what he had his eyes on, moving the stool to a spot more viable to his task and steadily getting on top of it. With extra support, Emil held onto the shelves with one hand, reaching up, and grabbing what he had his eyes on before.

  He pulled it towards him--

  Oh. Oh no. Jerking back, he let go of the item and came crashing to the floor. A whole shelf of bones. They felt real. Why would someone keep them there of all places? A lump rose up in his throat making it ridiculously hard to breathe, what he managed to get out were short, panicked breaths. Trembling, he barely managing to pull himself up off the floor, the world around him was like vertigo, on top of that he was terribly lightheaded. He felt so weak.. A nauseous feeling rose up in his stomach. The pain in his chest only tightened, he could even feel his heart pounding in his chest. It was rapid, and it hurt.

  He needed to go.

  He needed to get away from here.

  He wasn't ready, he shouldn't have come here. Without regards to the surrounding objects, Emil shakily pushed himself back around the shelves. His feet and hands felt like there were pins and needles, the only relief from that was the slow numb feeling creeping over them. His hands felt so sweaty. Where was the door? Where's the door..

  Thump! 

  There he goes. Back on the floor. He tried not to concentrate on the current feeling. If he focused too much on it he was worried it would get even worse. Closing his eyes, he thought about how he was further away from the bones. It didn't help, really, but he thought if he kept his mind on the fact that he was further then than he was just a few moments--or what he thought were moments--before he'd calm down. He knew he was afraid of them, he knew, yet he still thought he could get over that fear by coming here. Ohh, he was going to be sick. 

[emiiru-blog]

{ookay just a quick thing if we're threading and if, for future reference, you're not sure if you've missed my reply or not i updated emil's current threads list with the 'replied' or 'reply in progress' in parenthesis!! clicking on the thread name should bring you to the reply for the thread between our muses thumbs up x2}

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request: cautionarywhalee

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cumbersome {Emil & Polnareff} || Open

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  He gaped up at the goliath examining the doll. So tall… Whatever worry Emil had before vanished when shown concern from the stranger and gave him the courage he needed to venture further inside. He watched the reactions from the other, noticing the creepier guy wandering back off into his own store. Leaving Emil to wonder if he had security cameras out front or something to see when people are coming and going. That’d make it make a lot more sense as to how he got to the front so fast.

  He caught himself smiling at the comment, looking back towards the doll and opening his mouth to speak up. Wait, would it be okay to talk to him? Slowly, he closed his mouth, a newfound feeling of worry creeping up over him. It’s like he had a giant snake of doubt slither around him all of the time and sometimes he could slide it off or just ignore it but the majority of the time it left him— like this.

  Nervously, he turned his attention away to look at the bags labeled “gris gris” on a smaller table. He carefully picked one up, noting it’s rather light weight and, unsurprisingly, odd smell. 

[buttsubusu]

He perked up at the sound of a laugh at his rude comment. He knew he was funny! Once, he mentioned to a friend that he’d make a good comedian and apparently that had been the funniest joke he’d ever told. But still no response from the shy looking boy other than a faint laugh. Oh well, sometimes people didn’t like to talk. Especially people who willingly came in here. 

Polnareff continued to look at the stuff in the store, and quite honestly was horrified with over half of it. It was all grim, depressing, weird or just flat out disturbing. He saw skeletons and he was pretty sure they were real like… he wasn’t a doctor or like whoever it was that dealt with corpses or anything, but they didn’t look like the cute plastic skulls he saw during Halloween. Honestly this store just looked like a room a witch would stay in. 

He walked back over to the boy and tapped him on the shoulder lightly, “what the heck even is this place?” Was a kid like him even allowed to be in a shop like this?

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  He removed his attention from the bags, setting the one he was holding down and looking towards the older male. He wasn't entirely sure what the place was, himself, "I, um.. I think it's one of those voodoo shops." It could be one of those other peculiar shops, he was never allowed in any of them before though. Without his parents living in the same city as him he could go wherever he wanted.

  Er,  apparently also wherever he didn't want, too. Emil nervously held his hand over the side of his mouth and whispered, not really wanting anyone else to hear him except the other, not that it was really necessary but it comforted him regardless, "I can't see very well down here and if it's okay to ask, do you see any bones?" Skeletons, bones, whatever. Since this guy was so massive maybe he could see where he himself couldn't and he counted on that. He was well over a foot taller than Emil.

[emiiru-blog]

cumbersome {Emil & Rin} || Open

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  Emil’s tension levels stayed up even after listening to her explanation only dimming down once she moved past them. Oh, of course, she didn’t follow him. Jumping to conclusions like that.. He looked around the area standing in the same place, looking for whatever bone-related items he could find. Where would they be in a place like this? One would think maybe some would be displayed proudly on the wall for all to see, letting others marvel in the—beauty?— of them. He didn’t find bones pretty or enticing or anything, though. He found them terrifying. Alone wasn’t so bad but altogether gave him nightmares.

  He lost his train of thought when the girl came back to him and spoke up. Hesitantly looking at the doll and her face. He cracked a small smile, he didn’t see any resemblance whatsoever. “You’re a lot cu-" he choked back, catching himself almost complimenting her and maybe making the situation weirder than it already was. Admittedly, she was cuter than the doll, it’d be weird to just outright say it, right? His face heated up with embarrassment and he quickly fled to a different area of the store. Dumb.

[androididol]

The blonde’s eyes widen just slightly; her mouth hanging open as the doll is absentmindedly lowered back down. Did he almost call her cute? Did this stranger really almost compliment her? She would have eagerly asked him this had he not already darted off to another section of the shop. Her lips purse together in a pout and she turns away from him just long enough to set the voodoo doll back onto the shelf where it belongs. How surprising it is to be told something so sweet… Most of the time when she claims herself as being cute everyone is quick to disagree— whether it be for the sake of a joke or not. But this male seems different from most and that doesn’t seem to be a bad thing. 

It’s nice to be almost-complimented! Heaven knows her parents rarely do it. Instead, they’re always quick to insult her and set their standards higher and higher to a height she’ll never reach. Rin quickly shakes the thought from her head and grins in the male’s direction before eagerly bouncing after him. She needs to be careful, though, because this shop is quite cramped with all of the objects inside and the last thing she needs is to accidentally break something and have to pay for it. 

“Hi again!" 

She greets him rather cheerfully— as if he’s an old friend. Rather than stare at him, she focuses her gaze on a set of herbs that she can only assume are used for whatever religion is practiced here. Scary-Religion? Yeah, she’ll call it that.

“You didn’t give me a chance to introduce myself. I’m Rin Kagamine! So, uh, what are you doing in a place like this, anyways? Don’t you find it kind of creepy…?”

A pause is taken.

“Unless you’re into this sort of thing. And if you are, then, no offense!" 

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  Emil lifted his hands up slightly in defense, while he had managed to bring down his embarrassment considerably he was still nervous. She definitely caught him. There's no way no one wouldn't be able to. But.. she didn't bring it up at all. She didn't even look at him, really. Honestly, that made him feel more at ease. Looking people in the eye when he talked to them wasn't his strong-suit. His gaze followed her gaze to the herbs. Something told him those weren't for your every-day tea get-together.

  "Oh, um, I'm Emil," when he spoke he shifted his eyes to a different shelf, examining different sets of peculiarities and curios, "No, I'm.." He wasn't sure if he should tell her. Being afraid of skeletons isn't exactly uncommon, he thought, but there's still the possibility she'd tease him for it. More doubt rose up in his mind, how much should he tell her exactly? "I'm picking something up for my parents." He lied. He didn't mean to. Well he meant to but he didn't mean.. to...

  His mind trailed back to his parents. If he was lucky he'd get off with scorn for lying, and the majority of the time it was his Butler who backed up his lies. They were, what he assumed, a typical wealthy family. Naturally he became secretive and wary of other people. Previous treatment allowed no other route for him. He ran it over and over in his head how he'd back up his lie, as well as doing his best to put whatever worry she herself had at ease, "I'm not into this stuff but sometimes I like to send stuff over." He could feel his voice diminishing. Stop.

  He heeded the words from his aforementioned butler, keeping them close to heart the entirety of his previous life at the chateau, 'If it's not found out, a lie becomes the truth.' He'd try to stick as close to the lie as he could. He wasn't even sure if his attire exactly matched the appearance of those that come here, to this store. He felt guilty for lying in the first place. Though the truth felt mortifying to him, lying might have been the best option for him.

  He did enjoy someone else's company for once. He thought about writing a letter back to his home in Paralia asking if his butler could move in with him, but he scratched out the idea as soon as he'd thought it up. He didn't need to move here when he had the entire manor to attend to. Contacting his parents wasn't of his highest priorities either.

  Oh-- that's when he realized if they didn't part here he might have to leave without accomplishing his goal. Granted, there didn't appear to be any bones or skeletons in the shop, he couldn't ask the clerk about it either. He noticed something up on a shelf a little far out of his reach and began scanning the floor around him for a step-stool. 

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cumbersome {Emil & Polnareff} || Open

  “You can do this." Emil whispered to himself standing outside of one of those odd voodoo stores like you see on tv. It was small, probably unnoticeable by quite a bit of people unless they paid close attention. It gave him an eerie feeling and the air weighed him down. His curiosity and determination that maybe there’d be bones in the shop to help him get over his fear was the only push that got him to even lift a foot of the ground. With shaky hands, clenched fists, and held breath, Emil pushed open the door only to be met with whom he assumed to be the store-owner, wearing rather sinister-looking clothes. "Ah, sorry." He mumbled under his breath and tensed up, it appeared that the owner greeted his customers off the bat, but he wasn’t entirely sure.

  That’s when he noticed the man in front of him wasn’t looking at him directly and he held up two fingers, questioningly. Emil followed his gaze and, finally, noticed someone else standing not too far off beside him. He had felt eyes on him since he noticed the shop though he brushed that off before as a creepy feeling along with the creepy store. Relief was the last thing to rush over him however, immediately looking back over to the owner and shaking his head, albeit stiffly. He didn’t know this person or why they followed him over, but he couldn’t manage another word. He felt frozen solid. Repeating the words “no” over and over again in his head mixed with panic and worry.

  Were they here for the same reason he was? Or did they just notice some short boy looking over something difficult to see? Did people in Kairos usually follow people? Are they going to leave soon, too, or…

[buttsubusu]

Polnareff was having one of those days where he has absolutely nothing to do. He hated sitting inside and being couped up like a chicken, so a lot of the times he’d just go for walks with his dog, Iggy, But… Iggy wasn’t really having it today. He’d crapped all over his clean laundry and then farted on his face to wake him up because there wasn’t any food in his bowl. Needless to say, he wasn’t really in the mood to take the dog out for a walk after how he’d been acting. 

So he just wandered around, hands shoved deep into his pockets. There wasn’t much to do this time of day, and he quickly grew bored, until he accidentally wandered down a street he’d never been down before. He wasn’t sure if he’d just never seen it or if this street had just magically appeared out of thin air. Hah, as if something as silly as that could happen. His eyes followed a boy ducking into a grim looking shop, and he got a bad feeling inside his stomach. Normally he’d just mind his own business but he couldn’t just ignore a gut instinct like that, after all. He could just go inside, see what was up, and then head back out on his way home. Maybe he’d get some donuts on the way (and some coffee gum for Iggy as a peace offering).

He waltzed into the small shop with a grin on his face, ducking a bit so that his hair wouldn’t hit the top of the door frame-everything built in this city was too small. But as soon as he was inside he could feel a strange aura between the three people in the shop, and his eyes quickly fell on the nervous boy in front of him. Polnareff clapped his hand on the blonde’s back, “hey, you okay?” He seemed to also gain the attention of the store clerk, yet given that Polnareff was probably twice the man’s size he didn’t really shiver in fear. 

As concerned as he was, he was still easily distracted, and his attention got caught elsewhere. “Grosssss.” He gasped, picking up a nasty looking doll from the shelf. “Looks like my old math teacher.” 

[emiiru-blog]

  He gaped up at the goliath examining the doll. So tall... Whatever worry Emil had before vanished when shown concern from the stranger and gave him the courage he needed to venture further inside. He watched the reactions from the other, noticing the creepier guy wandering back off into his own store. Leaving Emil to wonder if he had security cameras out front or something to see when people are coming and going. That'd make it make a lot more sense as to how he got to the front so fast.

  He caught himself smiling at the comment, looking back towards the doll and opening his mouth to speak up. Wait, would it be okay to talk to him? Slowly, he closed his mouth, a newfound feeling of worry creeping up over him. It's like he had a giant snake of doubt slither around him all of the time and sometimes he could slide it off or just ignore it but the majority of the time it left him-- like this.

  Nervously, he turned his attention away to look at the bags labeled "gris gris" on a smaller table. He carefully picked one up, noting it's rather light weight and, unsurprisingly, odd smell. 

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cumbersome {Emil & Rin} || Open

  “You can do this." Emil whispered to himself standing outside of one of those odd voodoo stores like you see on tv. It was small, probably unnoticeable by quite a bit of people unless they paid close attention. It gave him an eerie feeling and the air weighed him down. His curiosity and determination that maybe there’d be bones in the shop to help him get over his fear was the only push that got him to even lift a foot of the ground. With shaky hands, clenched fists, and held breath, Emil pushed open the door only to be met with whom he assumed to be the store-owner, wearing rather sinister-looking clothes. "Ah, sorry." He mumbled under his breath and tensed up, it appeared that the owner greeted his customers off the bat, but he wasn’t entirely sure.

  That’s when he noticed the man in front of him wasn’t looking at him directly and he held up two fingers, questioningly. Emil followed his gaze and, finally, noticed someone else standing not too far off beside him. He had felt eyes on him since he noticed the shop though he brushed that off before as a creepy feeling along with the creepy store. Relief was the last thing to rush over him however, immediately looking back over to the owner and shaking his head, albeit stiffly. He didn’t know this person or why they followed him over, but he couldn’t manage another word. He felt frozen solid. Repeating the words “no” over and over again in his head mixed with panic and worry.

  Were they here for the same reason he was? Or did they just notice some short boy looking over something difficult to see? Did people in Kairos usually follow people? Are they going to leave soon, too, or…

[androididol]

Okay, so following people isn’t usually at the top of her priorities list but there was something about this stranger that caused the girl to enter the store with him. Perhaps it was the fact that he seemed frightened— his entire demeanor practically reeked of uncertainty. Maybe she wanted to make sure he was okay? Or maybe she just didn’t feel like going home to an empty house once again? Whatever it was, the blonde chose to listen to her gut-feeling and enter the shop though she can’t help but wonder if she made the wrong choice. Now she has the stares of the freaky shop owner and the worried boy baring into her. 

This is awkward… Super awkward. Better try to explain herself before she gets mistaken as some sort of weird-o which she totally isn’t! 

“Why are you both looking at me like that?! Can’t a girl come shop for voodoo dolls in peace…?!" 

Total lie. Maybe they’ll buy it, though? With a huff, the blonde quickly brushes past both males and pretends to busy herself with examining voodoo dolls set up on shelves. Once the shop-owner lingers elsewhere in the store, Rin quietly approaches the boy with a toothy grin. 

“Isn’t it cute? It looks just like me, right?" The doll is immediately held up next to her face as if she’s trying to give the male something to compare it to. 

Unless she shrunk in size and was covered in stitches, the doll bares no resemblance. 

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  Emil's tension levels stayed up even after listening to her explanation only dimming down once she moved past them. Oh, of course, she didn't follow him. Jumping to conclusions like that.. He looked around the area standing in the same place, looking for whatever bone-related items he could find. Where would they be in a place like this? One would think maybe some would be displayed proudly on the wall for all to see, letting others marvel in the--beauty?-- of them. He didn't find bones pretty or enticing or anything, though. He found them terrifying. Alone wasn't so bad but altogether gave him nightmares.

  He lost his train of thought when the girl came back to him and spoke up. Hesitantly looking at the doll and her face. He cracked a small smile, he didn't see any resemblance whatsoever. "You're a lot cu-" he choked back, catching himself almost complimenting her and maybe making the situation weirder than it already was. Admittedly, she was cuter than the doll, it'd be weird to just outright say it, right? His face heated up with embarrassment and he quickly fled to a different area of the store. Dumb.

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cumbersome {Emil & ???} || Open

  "You can do this." Emil whispered to himself standing outside of one of those odd voodoo stores like you see on tv. It was small, probably unnoticeable by quite a bit of people unless they paid close attention. It gave him an eerie feeling and the air weighed him down. His curiosity and determination that maybe there'd be bones in the shop to help him get over his fear was the only push that got him to even lift a foot of the ground. With shaky hands, clenched fists, and held breath, Emil pushed open the door only to be met with whom he assumed to be the store-owner, wearing rather sinister-looking clothes. "Ah, sorry." He mumbled under his breath and tensed up, it appeared that the owner greeted his customers off the bat, but he wasn't entirely sure.

  That's when he noticed the man in front of him wasn't looking at him directly and he held up two fingers, questioningly. Emil followed his gaze and, finally, noticed someone else standing not too far off beside him. He had felt eyes on him since he noticed the shop though he brushed that off before as a creepy feeling along with the creepy store. Relief was the last thing to rush over him however, immediately looking back over to the owner and shaking his head, albeit stiffly. He didn't know this person or why they followed him over, but he couldn't manage another word. He felt frozen solid. Repeating the words "no" over and over again in his head mixed with panic and worry.

  Were they here for the same reason he was? Or did they just notice some short boy looking over something difficult to see? Did people in Kairos usually follow people? Are they going to leave soon, too, or...

[shinkamilyn-sakonma]

✿ Emil and Grimoire Weiss from NIER ♥

I’m playing the game whenever I want to take a break, and I just met Emil! He’s more adorable than I thought!!  ( ´ ▿ ` )♥

Tried using less vibrant colors, since everything greys out when you enter Emil’s mansion~

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