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The slums were close, and the flames nearby. As the noblewoman dashes through the streets at breakneck speeds, she gets curious looks from some of the common folk who don't live there. Some jeer, some laugh, and some look genuinely confused. Other pray, or smile, finding that there was someone with the courage to investigate, and to do so quickly. 

She was paying them all no mind, though. Her only focus was the situation at hand.

Passing by citizens of all types, her steps looking like strides or even small leaps, as Emile bound her way towards the source of smoke. Upon her approach, the general crowd she could see were walking away, and those she couldn't locking themselves behind closed doors. [color=slateblue][i]'Why is nobody doing anything...?'[/i][/color] She thought to herself a little more bitterly than she expected herself to, mentally slapping herself for the harsh comment. [color=slateblue][i]'That's right... they have their own lives to live and families to look after. It's only those who have the time and strength who can do something. People like me.'[/i][/color] She was so close now, the smell of smoke becoming overpowering, though another sickly stench was making itself apparent as she drew near. Closer and closer she came.

[color=slateblue][i]'It's around the cor-'[/i][/color]

Her thought train was cut off by the thud and crash of her... friends? Acquaintances was a much more appropriate term, however Emile was not used to calling people by that, or at least she felt that way without any explanation why. Skidding to a stop some fifty meters from where the smoke was rising, her companions drop from the sky, landing in front of her. The wolf-man whom had frightened her before actually manages to get up - the two look like they'd just been in some kind of battle! She could see that Kurokono had sustained some kind of burn on his leg, and his and didn't look too well, from the way he was handling it. [color=00aeef]"I see you have Yang magic. Can you by any chance heal as well?"[/color] The wolf-man Grian says, warily looking about at their current location. The buildings were rundown and the houses (in most cases) being made of little more than hand-crafted wood, making a jungle favela. [color=00aeef]"And please, we should try and be elsewhere. These parts are dangerous."[/color]

Now Emile was at a standstill. She couldn't help the two a whole lot, only with Kurokono's leg injury - a simple spell to reverse the effects of the main elements. If the fire nearby was caused by magic, then she'd be able to reverse it's effects on those injured and undo the damage. However, there was also the possibility it wasn't caused by magic...

Looking between the smoke and Kurokono, she makes her judgement quickly, and strides over to Kurokono, keeping Akra active for the time being. [color=slateblue]"Please, show me your wound."[/color] She speaks, hoping that the young man would. Assuming he wasn't especially picky about her healing the wound, Emile would rest her hands just over the place of injury, before muttering a single word:

[color=slateblue]"U'do."[/color]

If he was super picky about it, she would insist until his submission or absolute denial to be healed. In the case of his wound being healed, Kurokono would then feel a pain much like how it felt to receive the injury appear for a few moments, before the wound all but disappears, along with the pain. [color=slateblue]"Your wound has been undone. Unfortunately this spell only affects the main elements, so I can't do anything about your hand. I suggest going to see a proper healer for that."[/color] Without another word, Emile would get up and sprint towards the corner, in a race against time. If he denied her wholeheartedly, Emile would simply make her move for the corner, jumping up and running along the wall to bypass Grian, should he be attempting to block her, before reaching the corner. 

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The slum streets were calm and peaceful. Shady figures went about their business in the streets, and hard-working folk were going about doing whatever they had to in order to get by. A panting noblewoman stood at the street corner, breathless and confused. [color=slateblue]"What's going on...?"[/color] She quizzes to nobody in particular, blinking to make sure she was seeing the scene right. [color=slateblue]"This place is... OK...?"[/color] Emile knew what she saw couldn't have been smoke from a chimney. And there wasn't any form of heavily polluting industry in the area, either. No fire mages to be seen, and no sign there was ever a fire to begin with. Even the smell was gone! It was as though it never existed...

There was no way anybody could deal with a fire that quickly, or so Emile assumed. How could all of what had happened been erased at a moment's notice? Was it a user of U'do, like her? Or was it something else? It was the only thing that made sense, in her mind. 

Curious, Emile asks the friendliest-looking stranger (which was hard in these parts) if there had been any fires recently. The young man certainly hadn't been taught much proper etiquette or manners from some of the terms he was using around her, but at least he was blunt about it. 

"There hasn't been a fire 'round here, no. So fuck off, will you?"

[color=slateblue]"Y-yes, well, th-thank you for your time![/color] Her stammering made her nervousness easily visible, however thankfully the young man had places to be, or so it seemed. That left Emile on the street corner, alone and somewhat in a daze. 

[color=slateblue][i]'What... what happened, I wonder...?'[/i][/color]