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    Em coughs violently, using a potion from the back row. Party order: Elgar Em Sorrow Sorrow
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    Emmanuelle raises her shield and backs herself into a corner, blocking any stray attacks. "This uncivilized brawling is going to make a mess of things," she mutters.
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    Em fires at Geoffrey instead.
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    "Should he be dead by morning, that means he is clean; Should he give the essence to scum, then we can assume that when scum is killed, they will be revived. If he passes it off to someone who is not scum, then they can revive him and we can receive more essences, letting the process continue."
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    "Precisely," Emmanuelle says, nodding. "He has said much to try to save his own life, though it sounds like it shall end up costing him his life instead. Poor sod."
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    "I tend to agree. It makes it seem like he has been keeping secrets, and unfortunately for him, secrets are deadly indeed."
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    "Does the ability to create Phoenix Essences not also make him a dangerous foe, should he be scum? Can we risk him bringing Nephilim back to life?"
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    "Does that not mean we should be rid of the fool? If he is a distraction, then he ought to be dealt with."
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    Is it just me or is Cruel Angel's Thesis going to be the most cutthroat and backstabbing thing ever?

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      Emjajoas

      It's so exciting!

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    "I concur," Emmanuelle states simply.
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    "If you're trying to bargain for your life, telling us that you're useless isn't the greatest way of doing it," she sighs. "If you want to prove both your worth and your innocence, you ought to listen to these other folks and explain yourself-- with the utmost grace and manners, if you please. And on that note, Zelphie; if you're backing him up, does that not give us reason to suspect you, as well?"
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    "I doubt it would hurt to kill him regardless," Emmanuelle jests, crossing her arms. "We need to start somewhere, do we not?"
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    Disgusting. "Men are such pigs," Emmanuelle mutters to herself, glaring at Oxstrong as he flirts with Cappricia. She lowered the visor on her helmet, leaning back and scanning the hall with her eyes. A group was rambunctiously chatting and telling stories; they seemed at ease despite the situation. Emmanuelle was envious of their naivety. Others seemed much more gloomy. One of the heroes piped up, though it seemed to nobody in particular. "Most of us should, Miss," Emmanuelle peeps, lifting her visor and approaching the blonde. "We're not in the best of situations."
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    Emmanuelle sighs to herself. How... uncivilized. The crowded spaces of the Hall were often hard to navigate, and the constant presence of other heroes would be enough to drive anyone batty. Though the crowd was frustrating, to say the least, the worst part by far was the somber and cloying air. The Hall itself wasn't small, and although the amount of people may have been clogging, the atmosphere was what made it claustrophobic. Death seemed to hang in the air, and the tension was thick enough to cut. Sadly, her spear was not meant for cutting.
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    I don't know about the rest you you lot, but my character pretty kick-blocks. Looking forward to getting started. :3
  16. Emjajoas
    Battle Order: Sorrow Elgar Em Sorrow Em fires an arrow at Spookier Specter B, grimacing at Grimwald.
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    Em tries to regain control of his stunned body, but to no avail. Instead, he merely glares at his enemies. Battle Order: Elgar Gligin Sorrow Grimwald Sorrow
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    Em fires an arrow at Spookier Specter B from the back row. Party Order: Elgar Sorrow Em Grimwald Sorrow
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    Sign me up, captain!
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    Em remains silent for a moment. "I see." Looking between his party members, Em draws and arrow from his quiver.
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    "Long story," Em replies simply. "I wouldn't call us friends, but I don't think we're enemies."
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    "So your hitchiking takes you this far?" Em asks, raising an eyebrow at the three familiar undead. "Thanks for scaring off the witches, but I don't suppose you're on our side, are you?"
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    Em shifted uncomfortably. He had hoped to work with the witches, though judging by the reactions of his party members, that would be nigh impossible. He sighed audibly. "So you're saying there's no chance of us making some sort of compromise?" Em shakes his head, a small grin forming at the corner of his lips. He didn't want to fight them, but if they made him... "I, myself, am a fan of chaos," were his exact words. Had he ever mentioned it before that time? Chaos; the art of pandemonium, confusion, mayhem. What better way to achieve perfect chaos than a good fight? A long fight, filled with struggle, lives on the line? Perhaps he was a fan of more than just chaos... Em's fingers inched towards his quiver ever so slightly. He contorted his face into a mask of stone, steeling himself for the conflict he felt was now inevitable. "It's a shame, really."
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    Unsure of how to best approach the witches, Em tries to put on as much charm as he can muster. "I'd like to have a little chat about what it is you lovely ladies know about this establishment. Obviously if you girls came in with wands blazing, this isn't exactly your kind of place." Em looks around, worrying about the cold. He scans for the source as he speaks. Not even he can stop himself from shivering now. "I'd also like to know whether or not you plan on killing our mutual friend there." Em gestures to Costello. "We were hired to find him, though if you don't plan on killing him I see no harm in us working together or at least cooperating for our own sakes. It's always nice to work with such powerful individuals."
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    Em raises his eyebrow at Sorrow, glances between the Shadow Sisters and his undead companion. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend?" Em questions, setting his eyes on Maude. "We can talk this out." The hair on Em's arms start to raise with the dropping temperature, though he maintains control over his shivering.
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