[identity profile] makeyouaman.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] abyssianmelody
who: Emil Castagnier and Marta Lualdi.
where: Meggiora Highlands; outside of Sheridan.
when: a few nights after the Raine/Marta/Some dogs group arrives in Sheridan.
warnings: Emil's bringin' sexy back. ;D

It was now that she put her plan into motion.

Marta had successfully snuck out of the sleeping quarters of the inn, her bag on her back, her dual spinners by her sides, and her feet moving toward the exit of the city. She was out relatively easily. She walked a little ways into the meggiora highlands, feeling the night breeze on her skin as she looked ahead of her.

... It was unsafe to travel at night. But she was doing it anyway. It was the only time she could get away without Tenebrae following her.

So, careful to make sure of her surroundings, Marta led herself into the highlands that night, walking to find herself some way out.

Which, admittedly, wasn't easy. This place was either surrounded by water or desert. She sighed. Okay. Well. The hard part was done. She could figure out what to do from here now.

... if she didn't get attacked by monsters first. Which was likely to happen, if the sudden predetorial screech from a bird monster nearby was any indication. Marta gasped, whirling around and pulling out her dual spinners.

This wasn't good.

Date: 2009-12-29 04:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fonic-replica.livejournal.com
Some hundred yards away or so, a boy and the fonic sentience he was possessed by were having problems of their own.

"W-where are all these monsters coming from?!" Emil yelped as he ducked into a nearby crevice in the rock.

What do you think, you idiot?! Rem muttered inside his head. Give me a moment, I'm taking over your body.

"E-eh?!" Emil blinked, finding himself fading out... the next thing he knew, he was staring down a dead monster. He yelped, screaming loudly as he stumbled backwards and tripped, landing face-first in the dirt. Finally, the poor replica calmed down enough to stand up and scramble out of the dead monster's vicinity. Good timing, too -- several of the monsters nearby had pounced on the carcass. "C-couldn't you have... done that less bloodily...?"

Where's the fun in that? The sentience responded.

Emil sighed. "N-never mind... w-we're almost at St. Binah, though?"

I should think so... Rem responded, guiding Emil towards a path that would eventually end with him finding Marta. Down this route, I think.

The replica sighed, merely nodding defeatedly as he went down that road. "I wanna get out of here already..."

Date: 2009-12-29 05:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fonic-replica.livejournal.com
Emil followed the path down towards the deeper part of the higlands, until... well, there was a fight going on? He was about ready to turn around and flee, except there was a loud scream as he found a girl lying at his feet now.

Oh, crap, what was he supposed to do now? The bird monsters converged on their location, except now they were more fierce than ever now that they had prey. The replica cried out as he was thrown into a nearby rock face, the birds circling overhead and getting ready to divebomb him...

"...hahaha... you wanna fight, you bastards?!" Suddenly, with a flash of light Emil's eyes turned a dark crimson hue as Rem rushed forward, dodging the first bird's attack and slashing its stomach open as it passed by, killing it almost instantly. Then, with an almost mocking laugh, he jumped over the second one and drove his sword into it, pinning it to the ground.

"Ha. I was expecting more of a challenge." With that, Rem lopped the bird's head off, sending blood splattering against the rock face as he sheathed his sword.

Seemingly talking to Marta (but really talking to Emil), Rem muttered, "You can thank me later for that." And as quickly as it happened, the replica's eyes reverted back to their soft green color as Emil blinked, looking around the area again.


Date: 2009-12-29 07:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fonic-replica.livejournal.com
"Ah...!" As soon as he heard the girl stir, Emil run over to her as quickly as he could, lab coat trailing behind him as he leaned down to her level and examined her.

She didn't look hurt... Emil dug a gel out of his pack and handed it to her for good measure, though. One could never be too sure, after all.

"H-here... are you okay? Y-you looked like you could use some help..." Emil responded sheepishly, smiling nervously at the girl. "T-try not to move too much, though... y-you look hurt. T-that'd be bad if you got hurt more..."

Date: 2009-12-29 08:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fonic-replica.livejournal.com
"A-ah!" Emil blinked, looking at his clothes -- they were covered in blood. He winced, unconsciously removing his coat and revealing his bare chest. "E-ew... there's so much of it on my coat, too..."

He soon nodded in response. "I-I guess... t-they looked dangerous, s-so... I don't know what happened, but next thing I knew, they were dead, and... yeah." He scratched the back of his head sheepishly, looking at Marta.

...and wow, she was cute. But that wasn't what he was supposed to be focusing on right now.

"A-anyway... you're not hurt, are you?"

Date: 2009-12-31 07:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fonic-replica.livejournal.com
"Ah... g-good. I'm glad." Emil smiled, turning away in embarrassment -- stop looking at Marta like that. Seriously, control those hormones.

He nodded, liking the idea of cleaning off some of the blood in the water. "Th-that would be good... besides, I think we could both use it." Emil pointed towards the scattered bloodstains on Marta's clothing, before looking at his own lab coat. "I hope these wash out..."

He looked up at Marta curiously at the question, though.

"N-no... I'm heading for St. Binah."

Date: 2010-01-04 05:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fonic-replica.livejournal.com

If Marta could read minds, she'd be overhearing a very interesting conversation Emil was having with his other self.


...I thought you said that we were going the right way?


But this is Sheridan, not St. Binah!

Oh, be quiet. It looked the same...

...you're not good with directions, are you?



"I... I see!" Emil laughed sheepishly as he nodded, following her towards the water and not hesitating to walk into the river and start pouring the water onto his bloodied clothes and body. Though a question did enter his mind -- Emil turned hs head towards Marta curiously, tilting his head to the side.

"W-why are you leaving Sheridan, though?"

Date: 2010-01-04 06:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fonic-replica.livejournal.com
Despite everything, Emil couldn't help but stare at Marta a little, a blush forming on his face. She really was very pretty to behold. He turned away in embarrassment, nodding as he listened to her story.

"I... I see..." Emil nodded, shivering a little. "I'm kinda trying to flee myself... I-I've also got people who are after me."

Suddenly, an idea hit him. "H-how about we run away together?"

Date: 2010-01-04 07:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fonic-replica.livejournal.com
Emil blinked curiously, wondering a little what she was planning, until he got splashed with the cold water. He flailed, yelping a little as he fell backwards into the river with a splash, coming up and inadvertantly splashing Marta.

He returned the smile, though, taking her hand in his. She was so warm... and still oh-so-pretty, too. The night did wonders with enhancing her beauty.

"I-it's nice to meet you, Marta... m-my name's Emil."

Date: 2010-01-04 07:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fonic-replica.livejournal.com
"A-ah... you really think so, Marta? T-thank you..." Emil smiled in embarrassment, blushing as he returned the splashing.

"I... I don't mind if we do, Marta. It feels really nice..."

Date: 2010-01-04 07:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] fonic-replica.livejournal.com
And Emil returned that splash with a laugh. Perhaps things were looking up for them, after all...


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