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a disaster waiting to happen

[ A blind date, hm? Huguette had encouraged Emmanelle to go on one - after all that nonsense with her and Rose, after all, she should find a lover. And so, he'd even gone back into Ishgard, while it was at peace. Having your father being more then okay with weird multiversal shit helped, because she'd gotten reservations at one of the fanciest restaurants in Ishgard.

She was wearing red flowers in her hair - scanning for whomever this date could be. The other would have been told about it, she'd been told. Of course, Honoroit had snuck in her bag and was now wandering around the table, the cute but creepy doll pacing warily.

Hopefully it wouldn't fuck up, Emmy was used to things being fucked up because of her. ]

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[ Thank Halone that the waiter leaves as soon as he has their orders. Emmanellain squeezes Emmanelle's hand ere he releases it, a little unsure how to take her compliment, if the first woman ever to call him fetching is simply... himself...

His head already aches.

Noticing Emmanelle's look, he considers her confession. ]

And now you have your answer, seated before you?

It's a finer answer then I expected.

[ Her head has been hurting this entire time - but a smile grows on her lips. ]

Oh - Haurchefant will be so happy to see you, I'm sure! He's... well, he's alive. [ She assumes that this Emm... he's probably not a bastard. ]

[ Emmanellain's eyes widen. He draws himself up in his chair, straight-backed. ]

Haurchefant?

[ The hole torn in the fabric of the world where Haurchefant once occupied his space, filling it with his presence, is not so easily mended. Emmanelle can't possibly mean his half-brother.

Even so, Emmanellain's voice carries a hopeful note, his heart open to Emmanelle's impossible claims. ]

...Which Haurchefant?

...Well, he doesn't speak too much of his past before arriving here. [ But of course he wouldn't - Haurchefant was a private person, when it came to his past. ] But, ah... he told me of his brother - you. And how he... passed. It's quite the scar on him...

Before awakening here, that is. He's been welcoming of all of us - even if it was quite a shock to meet him. Ah, and the female him - Huguette. They're both... so much like him in life. But better.

[ Better then she could ever be. ]

By the time I arrived, he'd already gotten us who are lost - he'd brought a home, by the sands of La Noscea. And he... showed me love.

[ It feels so strange, to Emmanelle. To be cared for. She loves him. ]

He's all the way there, in La Noscea?!

[ Too many questions tumble through Emmanellain's head. They laid Haurchefant to rest, but he lives — how? He didn't send word — why?

Are they to meet with this Huguette, too? ]

It sounds as though he's the same as ever... [ Warm, full of life despite his scars. ] But what do you mean, "here"?

[ Emmanellain glances left and right. ]

...Right. [ That was the thing she disliked the most. Not just the lingering thought of losing everybody because she ran, but... ]

This is a whole different world. Like those tales wherein once person escapes the mundane to become a true hero!

[ whoops she's getting a little loud and excited. But really - this is her chance. ]

[ It is an exciting notion, phrased in those words, even if it adds to Emmanellain's bewilderment. Boasting aside, he isn't high on the list of potential heroes... ]

Truly? Even though we still appear to be in Ishgard?

[ A different Ishgard, he supposes, completely without knowing how he arrived here. ]

...Apologies, old girl, it must seem ordinary to you by now.

...If you think it may ever sound ordinary, then perhaps we're not the same being? [ She says, laughing a little. No, it's not normal, and she knows it - feeling the small doll grip to her a little. ]

But - yes. This may look like Ishgard, and we still both have a warm bed - though Father had no children in this world. Something about the Company saving his life? [ Emmy wasn't part of the company during those times, okay. But... it's a home, in Ishgard. (If it were any other time - or any other person - she would spend more time on that.) There's then a little bit of quietness. Important matters they both need to know about-- ah. ]

...Your Honoroit has most likely come with you. I'd hope the travel wouldn't make us abandon him!

[ That this Ishgard is neither his Ishgard nor Emmanelle's confirms that, no, all of this is highly unlikely ever to become ordinary. Yet more questions take shape, but first Emmanellain turns his head in the general direction of the restaurant's entrance. ]

Honoroit? He's just outside...

[ Which doesn't really feel right, truth be told. As something occurs to Emmanellain, he looks around. There must be other Honoroits about, too. ]

And yours?

[ ...outside? She gave a shake of the head, softly smiling. ]

You should let him in - outside is no place for a Honoroit! Why, mine... well, it's a long story.

[ but one she felt she should mention, at least. placing a hand to the calca doll who had moved to climb on her lap, emmanelle looked so affectionately at it. ]

My dearest Honoroit was cursed. To save him... we needed to place him inside a new body.

[ Emmanellain is in wholehearted agreement that Honoroit should not be made to wait outside. He makes to rise, intending to see to adjusted arrangements to allow the boy to join them, but the start to Emmanelle's long story keeps him in his seat. His gaze drops to the doll in Emmanelle's lap.

A curse. A new body.

Once more, Emmanellain stares, eyes wide. ]

Honoroit... Your Honoroit is in there?

[ No wonder the doll came with her. ]

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