[b]Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon[/b]

[u]Emily[/u]

Emily knew this would be hard. She dreaded this from the very start, her chest hardened and seemed to curl into a ball, no longer made from flesh and blood. Everything seemed to swirl around her while the man started to shout at her. His hand pointed at his blackened skin causing his spirit to become irritated, the creature rose to the commotion in its restlessness. The ragworm seemed to sense a fight brewing. 

Never once did Emily deny anything that Sean blamed her for, her pain swollen by the continued conversation. Yet all she could was just stand there. Her body frozen in place and seemed unable to move until Fran stepped forward, the politic relations holder’s words attempted to reach the man. A failing gesture it seemed when another spirit appeared, a familiar suit of armor that made Emily sick inside and worsen when Fran spoke the owner’s name then asked for what happened. 

It turned out Emily’s choices had their grave consequences and the holders remaining had to face them, the little dragons had been let loose and attacked the previous holders relentlessly from the sounds of it. He had been on the run since and the other Holder hidden underground. Suddenly the chains dropped from the armour’s wrists and seemed to hiss, swaying like living creatures on the offensive. Cerberus growl deepened at the aggression but he knew better than just to snap at the man. Namely cause it was pointless, his fangs would’ve went right through and merely made him look ridiculous to his holder. Like it did with the bastard called Lux during the swimming lesson, a fact he didn’t like.

[i]Cerberus! Enough.[/i] Emily telepathically ordered the spirit to heel, her expression soft but wearily watched Sean as if she debated on the right course of action. In reality, she was trying to figure out how not to provoke the man before her into a fight. One that would potentially get them all killed by dragon fire. [i]We would’ve reacted the same way. Can you contact Francesa’s spirit? If we don’t defuse the situation soon, we’ll likely be eating Dragon Fire for breakfast and that is something I much rather avoid at all costs. I think there’s been life lost as it is, I rather avoid anymore, human or animal.[/i]

[i]Stupid human, what wou-[/i]

[i]Can it, Cerberus, I mean it! If you can contact her spirit, deliver this message: We have two options that I can see. Either we can fight Mister Merister, my least favorite and preferred option, or make a temporary, tactical retreat and rethink our choices. The fight option is what got us in this mess and we’ve all lost someone last time…[/i] Emily pause, namely at the fact Ramza might never wake up again. It was pointless now to bring that up and risk upsetting her more. That was something Emily didn’t need right now. Turned once again onto the current task, she continued hastily to pick up her pace again. [i] We’re only here to talk after, but I have a feeling he will kill the messagers then risk it. I doubt the Mother Dragon will listen this time if another one of her children gets hurt again. So unless you’ve got some other options I’ve not thought of, now might be a good time to say them. The clock’s sadly ticking…[/i]

Cerberus grumbled. He muttered something in Latin Emily hadn’t been introduced to yet then proceeded to deliver the message. Emily didn’t want Sean to know what they were considering and thus didn’t want to speak it out loud. Inside she feverishly hoped her risk in doing this wouldn’t provoke the man, unsure if the holder was able to eavesdrop on her conversation. If that happened, it could end up making this situation [i]far[/i] worse and would put her already questionable judgment beyond salvation. 

She couldn’t make another mistake again.