Don’t let it haunt you, mistakes happen. But if you keep letting them consume you…you will never grow out of them…lady Mistreil.
Cyniel could only watch, his smiling mask slowly being destroyed as Mistreil nodded at Lemmy's words. This man. This stupid man. The last thing he wanted was for Mistreil to be able to grow-- for her to change. If she did, she'd be out of his reach. After all, if she had her own strength, he would be... unnecessary.
... Still, there was nothing he could do. He'd deal with Lemmy some way or another-- but that could wait. Yuujin seemed distressed, and at this point... Mistreil would probably say something to her. He couldn't let that happen. He had to change her immediate train of thought. Pulling Mistreil into a light hug, the boy's smile grew a bit.
"Lemmy's right! You tried your best! Some things are just meant to happen, so don't worry too much about it-- Mistreil, right? Your name's Mistreil?" Mistreil nodded-- whether it was in understanding of his words or to his question, he didn't really care. He had her relatively caught in his pace.
"Let's be friends, then! I don't know very many people-- or, well, I don't know much at all!" Laughing slightly, he figured he might as well leave a hint to his 'amnesia'. The ring he wore let out a slight sparkle, giving him an idea. It was just a simple, cute ring he had found off some bandits, but... It would do.
"Here! A token of our friendship!" Pulling off the ring, he placed it on Mistreil's left hand-- the ring finger. She'd be too polite to move it onto another finger, so he figured it would stay there for a little while.
"U-um... T-That finger--" She responded quietly, slightly flustered.
"Hm? I saw a ton of people wearing rings on that finger, so that's where they go, right?" An innocent response, naturally. He had 'no memories' and probably 'very little common sense', after all.
"O-oh... Um... Thank you...?" She kept glancing at Yuujin with concern, but just a little more... He just needed the conversation to go on a little more. They were nearing the end of the promenade, after all.
"Right! Where do you live by the way? Then I can write you mail and stuff! And visit! And you can teach me all sorts of stuff!" A pointless question, but it'd be weird if he showed up without knowing. Fortunately, Zhyhal wasn't around-- he was the only one who knew that Cyn already knew.
"Near Emain-- in the forest north of it... S-sort of near Osna Sail."
"Okay! I travel around a lot, so I'll come visit every now and then!"
He continued these pointless conversations for a while. He doubted anyone would interfere-- Pide was stuck with the other blood-licking trash and Yuujin was relatively quiet-- probably in despair. Goo... Well, he didn't seem like the type to interfere.
The green haired elf smiled at Mistreil. Annoying. This girl seemed like she'd be troublesome. As if proving his point, the girl yelled out.
The other elf was given back his shovel, stained in blood... which he licked. Gross. How stupidly gross. Licking ogre blood... Ew... And... the green haired heroine was up at arms. What a short fuse she had. Still smiling a bit, he enjoyed the spectacle.
"U-Um..." Mistreil. Mistreil was saying something. "Y-you shouldn't... You might get sick..."
The dumb girl lightly pushed the shovel away from the murderer's mouth. What an idiot. Well, she'd likely get shoved away or yelled at. The only thing he wouldn't want as a response would be some form of obedience-- and with that psychotic elf, the chances were slim.
Watching the Stupid-looking girl chew out her servants, Cyniel observed as they loosened the man's cravat. 'Right...' he thought, glancing at Lemmy, 'Forgot some people needed more oxygen than others. -- Well, on to more important stuff.'
"Hey, hey! Is it okay if I try some of that?" The boy asked Mistreil, pointing to the Mushroom Gratin in front of her. As the girl nodded slowly, Goo and his date had joined them at the table. 'Tsk. Great, more people -- which means I can't just leave her depressed. I have to be the one to cheer her up. All she has to do to be happy is follow me.'
Picking up a spoonful of gratin, Cyniel opened the girl's mouth and put the spoon in. "It tastes good, right? The chef made it for you, so you should try some of it!" It seemed to snap her slightly out of her depression and confusion.
"You know, it's okay to mourn and all, but you should appreciate what's still around! Like food! I'm sure the deceased wouldn't want you to be sad!" Cyniel grinned, and upon noticing her hair in disarray, he pulled off the hair tie. "It's a pain to put a ponytail back up, so down is okay too! It looks super elegant!"
Mistreil smiled a bit and nodded, visibly confused at what was going on, but she didn't usually act much on her thoughts. She'd probably just go in circles in her thoughts anyhow. 'Now that that's over with... She probably won't talk for a bit. Next is... to stop people from talking to her for a bit! Leaning on the table a bit, the boy removed his mask. It was pointless to wear, and having it off would just make Mistreil think more.
"Goo!" He exclaimed, welcoming the man and his date, "I'm glad to see you here! Is that your date? She's cute! Is your super-duper-expensive suit working its charm on her?"
Mistreil waved a bit at Yuujin, though Cyniel tried to take some attention away from her. The only thing he could do was try to fluster the pair and make them the topic of conversation. They were the only things that he couldn't account for. He didn't know what Goo's date would say, and the last thing he needed was for Mistreil to make a friend who wouldn't turn her into an emotional mess. He figured the murderer wasn't going to say anything, and if he did, it would be okay if it upset the girl some more. As for Lemmy... he was out cold. If he did wake up, he'd probably just deal with Mr. Ogrekill.
“W-Wha--!!” Pulled down by her date, Mistreil instinctively tried to grab onto something-- this ended up being an elven girl. ‘D-dangerous!’ she thought, as she noticed the girl was holding a drink. Her other arm moved to grab the glass, hoping to prevent its fall.
Looking at the elf, she noticed it matched a picture she had received earlier of her next dance partner. “S-Sorry! I-I’m sorry!” Apologizing profusely, her face became a mix of embarrassment and mortification. “Y-Yuujin… right…? I’m sorry!” Turning her head, she saw Derp on top of her date. He was furious.
“S-Sorry. We’re partners for the switch, ha.. ha… I-I’m sorry.” Apologizing profusely to Yuujin, worry spread through her. Asking Paytel’s brother to calm down wouldn’t work-- he’d probably only get more irritated. She could try to pull him away forcibly, but if he was also a milletian, she might not be able to do it. First… she should probably get Yuujin away.
Pain.
Trying to get up she felt a pain in her leg. Pushing it aside, she looked at the green haired elf. “U-umm…! W-We should…” A nervous smile appeared on her face, “Er… Would you like to dance…?”
(( I'll be posting the rest, with both Yuujin and my parts -- it's sort of long, so read more ahoy! ))
Yuujin immediately tried to reorient herself from being grabbed and almost literally floored. She looked down at the red-haired, dainty girl who had fallen in front of her, and her….train of accomplices. When she realized that this girl was looking for her, she became flustered. “Oh, yeah. I’m uh, I’m Yuujin. Hi. Hello. We can dance if you’d like.”
“Smooth, Yuujin. This is why Mangoo ran away from you…”
Yuujin set her cup of punch down and turned to face the now standing red-haired girl, who seemed interested in leaving the immediate area….immediately.
“So, uh….shall we go?”
“Thank goodness she accepted.” Taking Yuujin’s hand, Mistreil paused for a moment. She wasn’t used to leading in a dance, but considering the situation, she probably had to. She’d only ever practiced the lead a few times, since Laima assumed that her partners would be males, or at the very least, that she wouldn’t initiate. The few times she did lead was when she was with Cyniel, and even then, the times when Cyniel would agree were scarce. “... I wonder where he went…?”
Still, Yuujin seemed somewhat confused-- either by the situation at hand, or at the idea of a waltz. “I-I’ll lead, so… don’t worry.” She smiled nervously, pulling Yuujin away from Derp and her date. If something happened, at least the elven girl wouldn’t be caught up in it. Pain stung at her leg, but by now she was decent at ignoring the pain. Dancing was enjoyable, anyhow, and though she remained extremely concerned about Derp, she figured Pide would probably just chew his ear off. Slowly making their way from the crowds, she noticed Paytel, a little distant from Yasu and, who she assumed to be, Yasu’s partner for the switch.
“Please… for once… please let this event pass without anything terrible happening. Please, gods.”
Yuujin grabbed Mistreil’s hand in confusion, having never waltzed before. Mistreil smiled politely again, and began to lead Yuujin in a couples waltz. They slowly meandered around the dance floor and Yuujin’s eyes wandered around the Prom, looking at all the people. She noticed Goo talking to Yasu, while looking somewhat flustered, and noticed….one of Mistreil’s dates, the elves with the pastel hair. She couldn’t tell them apart, they were doing that thing twins do where they wear similar clothes, ugh. The one she happened to keep glancing at was the one in white, who was part of Mistreil’s “entourage” of sorts that had fallen in front of Yuujin a while ago. “Given that this Mistreil chick seems really high-strung, you wouldn’t think she’d hang out with those elves. That one in white definitely seems to be….irritable.”
“Hey, uh, that elf in white you were hanging around….what’s his name?” Yuujin simultaneously wanted to know just to satisfy her curiosity, and so she would know his name to avoid him post-prom.
“... U-um…” Oh. Oh no. She still didn’t know his name, and she didn’t expect anyone to ask. This was awkward. This was very awkward. Looking back at the elf, she grew more concerned. Was it really okay to leave him alone? Paytel’s words reappeared in her mind.
"Sorry if I had scared you earlier. My brother will do nothing at prom as long as I’m keeping an eye on him. And… if I’m not… then you will be there for him, yes?"
“I-I’m… not actually sure.” Laughing nervously, she looked back at Yuujin. They seemed a safe distance now, and she had a terrible feeling. Paytel wasn’t near him, and she had left to make sure Yuujin was safe-- maybe that was just an excuse for her own exit though. Paytel. Paytel was nearby, though. He could stop his brother. She wasn’t confident in her own abilities. But should she interfere with whatever Paytel was doing? Wouldn’t she be berated for leaving in the first place?
“Y-You know what? I… I think I’ll go make sure everything’s okay. I’m really sorry, u-um… I-I’m sorry! I’ll make it up to you-- somehow-- eventually? A-And! I-if you see Paytel-- t-that’s the elf that’s dressed in black, u-uhh… the twin… And if he’s not busy, please… let him know what happened…!” Panicked, she curtseyed and ran back, pain still eating at her leg. She had left Yuujin relatively near a group of people she was looking at, which included Paytel.
“Coward,” her thoughts taunted her, “Why did you run away in the first place? Because you were worried about Yuujin? What if something happens to Derp? What if something already happened to Derp? Go back! He’s killed people-- why did you think it would be okay to leave him alone? Because you forgot Paytel wasn’t watching him? Why? Why do you have to be such a coward? Why do you have to run away from everything? Why do you always have to rely on other people?”
If Cyniel were still around, he would’ve told her to stay near the elf. He’d have known that she shouldn’t have accepted a promenade invitation from someone she didn’t know. He knew everything. All she had was her stupid kindness, her stupid assumptions that everyone was good, her stupid naïveté.
