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[color=turquoise]"Blegh!"[/color]

[color=888888]— Emily[/color]
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Emily could not name a single instance that had proven to be frustrating as this one had been. How many of her siblings had fallen? How many more would? Would their deaths be dragged out, or would death embrace them with movements as sweet as they were deft? Was wishing them a swift demise the best she could do? Could she protect any of them? She owned, in her own hands, the means with which to do so. And the will to do so was also within her heart. But she was... unwell, and wholly incapable of using either of those to achieve her goals.

Despite their successful 'escape' from the Rave, Lucifer was far from happy. She was an inebriated and sorrowful wreck who was breaking apart at the seams. Many monsters had fallen by her hand, and it was not as though she'd missed out on experiencing loss... but to say the Devil's water wasn't sweet would be quite the understatement. She could not, for the life of her, imagine how one would willingly put themselves into such a disoriented, pathetic state. 

She felt as though there was a delay of about a whole second between what she went to do and what she did, and that she was struggling to remain inside her own body. She wondered if she'd, in a literal sense, 'give up the ghost' if she let her guard down. She felt so detached that she couldn't tell if she felt nauseous or not, or tired or awake. With Lily's intervention, however, it became readily apparent she quite nauseous. It took less than three spins before Emily's body told her it was going for an emergency ejection and had Lily kept ahold of Emily for even a second longer, well, she probably wouldn't be as happy as she had appeared. Stumbling into a fall onto her knees, she let loose a rainbow-colored (or so she wanted to believe) vomit off to the side where hopefully people wouldn't end up in it. 

[color=turquoise]"...Ugh..."[/color]

Pale as she had ever been but somehow still managing to retain enough awareness to retain what was being passed on by this injured newcomer, Emily sat on the ground. Standing up by herself at the moment was a great way to bring about another disgusting torrent, even if what she was catching was tearing her heart open anew. She had to be strong though. Mourning the loss of her now-deceased sisters should wait until after the ones who could still be saved had been helped.

As Rachel opted to charge headfirst into battle, Emily turned her attention onto the newest friend she had obtained, Connie. She was a shy girl, but even now she wanted to help a friend despite the danger. Oh, how her heart beat thrice as quickly at such a display! Making friends with such a courageous individual was a silver lining in all of this, Emily thought. 

Emily pushed herself off the ground, wobbling as she struggled to maintain her balance. [color=turquoise]"I-if ish posshible..."[/color] it was still so very difficult to speak, but she did her best in response to Connie's pleading to Alexander, keeping her mouth turned away, as she imagined her breath was far from pleasant right now. If he could help her become sober, then maybe she could at least be useful in the slightest.