Emmaline Fostermen
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“Everyone, calm down, and stop throwing insults.” Emmaline tries to mediate, not liking the insistent yelling. “This room is too small for yelling. Everyone knock it off, alright?” Her voice raises higher, trying to sound more authoritative.
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“You guys were gone… I couldn’t find anyone… I thought I had been abandoned again.” She lights a little flame in her hand, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.
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“It’s a fucking cat. Everyone’s getting too worked up. New guy, sorry about your cat there. But it did knock over and expensive computer.” She shrugs, looking at the printed out picture before handing it to Grimmjow. “Here. I got a picture of miss Pantera here before she started acting like a bat outta hell.”
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“Nova?!” Emmaline yells, hearing noise in the training room. “Where were you?! You disappeared and I was stuck here, and…”
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“Are you bleeding?” Emmaline stands up quickly, wreaking her wings around herself in the cold and quickly making her way over to Lucy. “Are you… Crying blood?”
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“Who’re you?” Emmaline picks up her camera, snapping a picture of Pantera quickly and printing it via her camera. “How’d you get here..?”
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“Just a bit.” She smiles apologetically. “Is alchemy near here? That’s apparently where I’m supposed to be.”
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Emmaline opens her suitcase, putting away neatly folded clothes in one of the dressers, outer her toiletries bag in the bathroom and her books on the shelf. “There. It already looks more home-esque.”
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“Bits and pieces.” She holds up her camera, showing a picture of Sky and Lance hugging. The photo was in black and white, softened around the edges with everything blurry except for the two of them. “I thought this looked nice.”
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“What was that all about?” Emmaline peeks her head through the doorway, still holding the camera in her hand. “I was doing some editing and I got a bit caught up in my work…”
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((Sorry that I was gone, guys.))
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“Hello!” Emmaline waves with her free hand, smiling and lifting her camera. Snapping a quick onto, she looks at the screen and nods curtly. “The lighting in here is astounding.”
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“Who is it?” She glances at the door, picking up her camera in one hand again. “Teacher or something?”
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“I wouldn’t be able to catch up or keep up with stocks.” Raising her camera to her eye, she snaps a few photos of various things in the room, including Lance. “I write stories about my photos for fun. It’s simple, and usually turns out pretty cool.” She smiles, letting her camera hand from her neck again and glancing back at her typewriter. “It may not be modern, but we’ve been through a lot together.”
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“Stocks? You must be a busy person.” She picks up her camera and fiddles with the buttons, turning around to face him. “Would you mind me taking pictures?”