[centre][color=PeachPuff][h3]Emily[/h3][/color]

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[color=004b80]"Uhm...can we...uh...help you?"[/color]

This was not how things should have went.

Going through the process in her head, Emily looked towards the ceiling, absently tapping her chin with her index finger as she lowered the book to the side. First she came into their room, then she cocked her head to the side and then she requested a hairdryer. Was there any flaws in that? Definitely not! After all, her recent studies of humans concluded that if you abandoned your clothing, most were willing to give you things. Unless these two weren't humans? It would explain everything plus it would give some decent evidence for her hypothesis that aliens had been stealing her panties recently. Being perfectly honest, these two looked like the ultimate panty-thieving, otherworldly beings. If [i]Ancient Aliens[/i] had taught her anything, it was that aliens were pretty much responsible for most things so stealing a few pairs of panties wouldn't be out of their grasp. It would also mean that Emily was in grave danger.

[color=PeachPuff]"Hmm..."[/color]

Inwardly, Emily had already switched to DEFCON 2; she had only been awake thirty minutes and already she had ran into a giraffe-crazed furry who wanted to murder her and panty-stealing aliens who probably also wanted to ravage her young body so that they could make a new superhuman. After all, she was God. Tapping her lip idly, she tried to think of a way out of there while being able to simultaneously get a hairdryer. The aliens had yet to make their move but they were probably just observing her. Silently, she thanked Giorgio A. Tsoukalos that she had knowledge on these creatures.

There was only one way forward - she would find out where the aliens had hidden their hairdryer then she would steal it. Turning, she focused her unrelenting gaze on the bed-ridden girl who looked an awful lot like her. Frowning, she approached her on tentative feet before nonchalantly straddling her lap. Once she had placed her soaked book down beside her, she raised both of her hands to the blonde's face as she locked her red eyes with the other girl's. Her nimble fingers trailed from her cheeks, over to her lips, brushed her nose then finally settled down on her temples as Emily allowed her eyes to slip closed and for all light from the world around her to slip away. Darkness rushed in to fill the void and for all intents and purposes, she had fallen asleep in the alien's lap.

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Her eyes flicked open as she stared around her. Random spurts of light dotted her surroundings - memories. A thousand voices filled her head, giving her some vital information. [b]"Anastasia"[/b], she had a pretty name. Standing, she casually looked around, poking into a few memories before she finally found what she was looking for. Landing down into Anastasia's perspective, she relived everything the taller girl had went through the day before. Most of it, Emily had already seen but there were a few original memories; especially the ones with a weird brown haired girl that seemed to be plotting the downfall of the girl whose memories she was inhabiting. The brown haired girl must have been an alien hunter but Emily hadn't seen her around... unless... they had already taken her out!? Emily needed to get her work done and get out. God only knows what they were doing to her unconscious body! Oh yeah...

Finally, she sorted through the memories of Anastasia unpacking but by that point she was much too intrigued not to continue. After a series of rather mundane memories, she finally got to the ones of Anastasia in the canteen. Although her mind skipped through a lot of them, a feeling of confusion and pain rose in her before she shook them off, continuing onwards. As Anastasia was departing the canteen, she seemed to tear out the throat of some boy. So this was what the humans called a "love bite"? Interesting. Granted, Emily had a much softer image of it when she was reading through her books but humans still proved to surprise her everyday. Anastasia must have really liked that boy! Just as the images of the blonde giving the love bite continued, they suddenly died away as all the lights of her memories faded away to nothingness and Emily's perception was once again filled with darkness. Strangely, she could almost hear her breathing as a cold shiver ran down her back.

Almost at once, a million feelings of regret, loss, anger and unknowing hatred poisoned her mind as a few simple words filled her head. [i]"You do not know what they are like, little one. They're wretched; every single last one of them."[/i] Emily had no use for such feelings so she spat them back into the void and in response, it kicked her back to where she came from.

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Letting a heavy breath fill her lungs, her eyes suddenly burst open as a wild panic overtook her. It seemed that the feelings she had been subjected to while reading Anastasia's memories carried through to her own body as she incidentally erupted into a deep sob. Leaning forward, she buried her head in the blonde's shoulder as she continued to bawl uncontrollably.