Emmaline Fostermen
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“It’s not alright, okay? Last time I cared about someone, they turned on me after. I don’t intend on anyone else I care about leaving my life like that. Ever. Again.” She narrows her eyes, glaring at the corpses, hissing. “Rest in piece, fuckface.”
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“She’s alive? Good.” She turns around, looking at her. “Does anyone have a plan? I didn’t want to go out choking on water.”
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“Those guys… We’re going to kill you?” She stands up, looking at the corpses. Her eyes darken in color, and her hands start flickering with flame again. “Those… Assholes…” She grits her teeth, sitting back down. “I may be tiny, but I swear to god… If someone else goes after you, I will beat the shit out of them. To the best of my ability.”
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“I think she’s out cold…” Emmaline coughs out water, wheezing in pain from the water having momentarily entered her system and almost drowned her. “We’re lucky she didn’t drown.” Flipping on her back, she floats and stares at the ceiling. “I think we’re going to make it. We have to, right?”
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“Fallen, all I did was take away your pain… I wasn’t actually hurt.” She lets go weakly, sitting back and watching as the ends of her fingers light on fire, just as they do when she’s nervous. “Ignore that… I can’t really control it a lot. And I’m surprised that heal thing worked. It only worked once before, and the person I used it on almost killed me afterwards… Not the point. Go on.”
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“O-okay…” Her voice slightly trembles in fear for her friend, and she grabs Fallen’s hand. “Be careful, I tend to light up when I’m nervous…” She laughs weakly, trying to bring humour to the somewhat dreary situation.
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“Fuck, that worked?” She sits back, breathing deeply and ignoring the amount of pain she was in. “Go ahead.”
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Emmaline float to the top, takes a breath and dives. Seeing Velia, she grabs her arm and yanks her frantically to the top, starting to inhale water because she can’t breathe at all. After she yanks her to the top, she starts to hyperventilate trying to get air, making her vision fuzzy.
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“Wha-?” Emmaline starts running, listening to the van.
((Let’s say she was wondering around town, alright? I was at school.))
“Fallen!” She swings around, running to the van. Noticing Fallen on the ground, she rushes over, freaking out. “Shit, what do we do? What should I do?” She forces herself to calm down, taking deep breaths. “I’ve only tried this once, and I’m pretty sure it hurts.” Placing a hand on Fallen’s arm, she takes a deep breath and pushes pain out of the way. Trying desperately to heal her, she looks to see if it has an effect.
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“Some guy screamed.” Listening intently, she sighs in relief. “Someone helped him. He’s okay, but there was a thudding noise coming from a few halls down, too.” She points to one of the halls, referring to Goji.
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She she’s away a bit, still afraid of herself. “Well, um, these.” She takes off her jacket, unfolding her wings the tiniest bit before shaking them out fully. “I, uh, can fly, if you couldn’t guess it. I’m not from around this area, either. I don’t really have a home.” Hearing the screech with her sensitive ears, she snaps her head to the side. “What was that?!”
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“Well, although I don’t really have a mailbox, I found a letter addressed to me about this place. I’m lost too.” She shrugs. “Are you… Special? Like, you have abilities?”
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Emmaline speaks up after quietly observing off to the side. “That’s a lotta deaths… I think I unintentionally murdered about, maybe, 50 people? I dunno.” She inspects her finger nails casually, lighting them with flames and staying oblivious to what she just said.
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“It’s possible because of the guy who put us in here, he’s playing puppet master, and he’s yanking on my strings too much for comfort.” She dives down, scrabbling for anything at all. She comes back up empty handed. “This is total bullshit! You’re going to leave us to die in here!” She punches the wall angrily, splitting open her knuckles.
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“Ugh…” She shudders at the sight of the blood, turning away as much as she can. “You hear that, you sick fuck? We’re leaving.” She talks to the ceiling, furrowing her brow. “I know, it won’t change anything.” She switches to talking again to her fictional voices, trying to keep herself calm,