Emelie Ingesson
Tokyo, Resistance Hideout at Shinjuku
July 7th, 2041
Emelie took a moment to consider the situation. The bathroom didn’t have a window after all, and… yeah, she doubted the girl would try to escape, at this point, not when she had understood that something was wrong with her. There was no need to be that paranoid.
“Yeah, you can use the bathroom.” Emelie changed her posture on the chair. “While you’re at it, look if you got some sort of mark on your body. Perhaps something that wasn’t there before?”
She shrugged, and allowed the girl to go do her business. She doubted she’d find that much: a mark would probably mean that some sort of curse was being used as a basis, although Emelie doubted it was going to be that simple. Splitting one’s soul would be an extremely advanced way of magic, one she didn’t even know that was possible, nor could she understand very well what the point of it was. Perhaps he could guarantee himself some sort of immortality as long as one piece of the soul remained, but doing something like that should have the kind of side-effects that appeared in dark horror rumors about the underside of the magic society. Could someone like that be even called ‘human’ anymore? She had to guess the one-eyed fucker had achieved his objective, in a way.
All things considered, she hadn’t made much of a headway on anything. She had probably let the chance of finding Ouroboros go, and there were no clues available regarding the bastard. She would interrogate Johanna, but Emelie had the feeling she’d have gotten more immediate answers ripping her apart. She had, through her childhood lessons, enough knowledge of magic theory that she could probably glean something while doing so, but it wouldn’t have been worth the mess, and there were no guarantees. Plus the asshole had split himself up in so many parts that she couldn’t go just murdering them all. She was fairly uncaring of what happened to others, but even someone as revenge driven as her would feel… wouldn’t be keen on harming innocents.
This was way too annoying, and Emelie was now thinking on what to do now. She had recruited Johanna by impulse, and now she had two options, given that she had no idea of how the bastard would be able to influence her. She doubted possession was possible, but who knew what’d happen in a case like this. So either she kept her extremely close, or extremely far, which she couldn’t do due to lacking means to establish a long-distance watch. Which meant she’d have to stick with her, and that made Emelie very unhappy. Unless it was with her ‘senpai’ in Duodecim, she’d much rather work alone, and she didn’t like contact with other people.
Ah well, she’d have to deal with it. First, she needed to get as much as she could from the girl.