Looking in confusion of the direction which the man that had pushed her over had run, her attention was called back to a voice in front of her. A pale, dark haired man of gold stood before her and offered her up. She stared up at him with a small blush at how kind and... handsome this knight was. It was like out of a manga or something. She attempted to play the part of a brave heroine, someone who could brush off her mild pain like it was nothing. Instead all she could manage was a stammered squeak.

"Th....Thank you..." She grabbed onto his hand and allowed him to hoist her up. Blushing a little still and sorely rubbing the painful spot on her chest, she listened to what he had to say. Be safe... Terrorists... Thought she couldn't comprehend the gravity of the situation due to the *ahem* glorious flowing locks of the beautiful man in front of her, it was when he pulled away that things began to register. "Wait!" She called as the man pulled away. "I... I did see him. He ... um, bumped into me." She pointed in the direction the hurried man had left. "He went down there..." 

She couldn't tell if the man had heard her or not, and instead of trying again, she looked to the citadel. If they were under attack... then the Jester.... 

Without wasting another moment she began to book it for the citadel, more determined than ever to make sure no one was hurt. It's not like she could do much, but she wanted to know that... well... wanted to know what? It didn't matter, she guessed. She simply needed to be there. She could feel it. Evie thought back to the man and the woman she'd passed, that had helped her. Could it be... they were the Knights of Ragnarok? She'd only seen photos of them in school; even though it wasn't like the knights were in hiding. That man... was so.. heroic... Her eyes glazed over and the familiar hunger welled in her heart as her feet pounded the pavement up to the Citadel, not noticing a large shadow passing overhead. She wanted that. To be like them, the Knights. She wanted to be more. To be anything but the already established identity of the boring, depressed, fangirl of Evie Rul.

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Yggdrasil nodded, his angel already in flight and out the door, her grand shadow passing many on the street as she searched for Midgard and Niflheim. He looked to the main chamber before looking at Asgard, and nodding. He walked up to the grand doors and paused. 

"Yuki," He began in his usual quiet voice. "There's something... I need to ask you." He knelt his head down, his platinum blonde hair falling in his face a bit and darkening it. "If you had the chance... to go back and not become a knight of Ragnarok.... Would you have taken it?"